A Troublesome Life

When I arrive, there was a bit of a commotion. I walk to the center of attention. There was a griffon from yesterday standing over a shaking Fluttershy. The griffon was yelling some mean things at her, to say the least. I felt anger grow inside me. I walk up and tap the griffon on the shoulder. She turns.

“Wha-” She begins angrily, but, as she turns, I connect my hoof to her beak. I was surprised, and a bit scared, when I see her head move a little, and then look back to me fuming. My ears flopped down and my lip quivered a bit. She grabbed me by the neck and raised me up. I scrambled for air. I connected a flailing hoof with her head. She dropped me, and I stood up, readying myself to fight her. I look over to where Fluttershy was, but she’d moved behind cover. When I look back I got a punch to the muzzle. I swayed to the side, and fell. As I fell, I though ah shit. I then hit the ground. I winced at the flaring pain in my face. I looked back up and got another punch. I shove the griffon off and stand up. I look at her as she gets up as well, fuming. I could taste blood, but, I didn’t care; I was going to show this griffon her place. I lunged at her, taking her by surprise. I put momentum, weight, and force into my punch. When it connected, there was a crack! She fell to the ground, getting up, shaking, with what was probably anger. She looked at me, her eyes showing no mercy. Her beak was cracked. I smiled a bit.

“What’s wrong? Big tough griffon can’t handle a scrawny pony?” I ask, amusing myself and the crowd. She snapped. She came at me with large arcs of punches. It was easy to see them coming, so I managed to dodge them. I blocked one of them, grabbed her arm, went around her back, and put my other hoof against her shoulder. I slowly began to push her down. Each time she tried to fight it I would tighten my grip and bend her arm at the odd angle, making her let out a cry each time. I pushed her to the ground and sat on her, holding her there. A few ponies cheered for my submission. The griffon squirmed underneath me. Twi, Dash, AJ, Pinkie, Rarity, and Fluttershy came running/flying to me. I smiled to them, feeling something drip out of my mouth, which I hoped was not blood.

“Hey.” I say to them casually, as if this was normal. Dash flew to the griffon’s front and scowled at her.

“I thought I told you to just leave, Gilda! Why do you keep coming back?” She yells at the creature under me. The griffon, apparently named ‘Gilda’ didn’t say anything. I bend her arm and she lets out a shriek. Dash scowls at me and I let go of Gilda, stepping off her. The griffon shoots into the air, yelling a few swears back at us. I watch the humiliated griffon fly away. I look back down to the company.

“Someone’ll have to fill me in on that later.” I say to them. I begin to trot off when I’m interrupted by Dash in front of me.

“How the hell do you make the worst of enemies?!” She yelled at me. I looked at her, brow furrowed yet again.

“I really don’t know… doesn’t matter, that ‘Gilda’ is gone now.” I say matter-of-factly. I walk around Dash to be stopped this time by Fluttershy. I thought it’d be about the squirrels. She hid behind her hair and muttered something. Her face was red.

“Pardon?” I ask. She cowers a bit, but repeats herself a bit louder.

“Thank you.” She said in barely more than a whisper. I think about it a moment, offer a smile, and trot off. I go to my room in the boutique and relax myself with a bit of my guitar.