Pony Cider Season

by Rainb0wDashy

And with a Pinch of Pony

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The next day Prune Currents needed me at the ‘Equestrian Elderly’ and I needed more Equines for some of that Cider being made by the Flim Flam brothers. It’s not that far into town the Elderly home, just past town hall and over ‘West Bridge’. Coming into the home makes me feel unhappy sometimes, at least my Feeling stopped around 12:00 last night. I’m in my 20s and the old ponies still grab and pinch my face like I’m a little pony, “do you have any idea how much it hurts to get pinched with hooves?”
“IT HURTS!” but it was still my job, could do with a better one but I dropped out of earth pony school before I hot year eleven, that’s two years away from graduating and getting my chance at a job. It’s amazing really, how in CloudsDale if you pass you would get a job like clearing clouds, or being a worker in the Rainbow Factory or if in the Unicorn school in Canterlot and finish, you may get a job in Princess Celestia and Princess Luna’s palace or somewhere good, if you lived there you would probably be snobbish and rich anyway, that means not much work for anypony just fun and games. And down here in earth pony school the jobs are things like…well, there’s this Equestrian Elderly home and a couple of florists up PonyVille North and Winter Wrap Up, but that’s an all pony event that I and every otherpony has to participate in, if we don’t Princess Celestia might banish us to the moon. They even have ‘Pegasi UNI’ and ‘UNI for the gifted’ but not earth pony UNI, it’s like we aren’t exciting enough for the other two races, and they obviously need us for something, like farming on the ground or something.
Well Ms Currents was gone, again for the Ciders and my careen didn’t have to be fast because of how slow everypony in here are, my first patient was Mr Pearly, I despise him for every means possible, I cannot tell if he’s grumpy or just old, I think a bit of both and rumour has it that he’s almost as old as Princess Celestia and if only I believed it.
I could go for a cup of that famous Cider by now, whole hard days of work finished at slow pace. I was ready to go to the Apple family’s stand, hopefully were the Flim Flam brothers are. On my way I could see two ponies crying at the face of a cop, both of the earth ponies happened to mention a missing family member, grey fur, short brown mane and, “Oh” a two octave cutie mark, a pony can have the same cutie mark as another pony but it is very unlikely to have a pony with the talent of music, PonyVille is after all a ‘boring’ place. I trotted closer cautiously but I managed to gain enough information from the CoPony to tell exactly who has gotten their hooves on the missing pony, the information given was that the only clue left was a yellow strawed hat and a bit of reddish mane, besides what the Flim Flam brothers had said to the grey pony with two octave cutie marks yesterday it was kind of obvious who it was, but if I were wrong then all of my life would be of laughter, ponies laughing at me, nopony would like me at all. That’s why I never told the CoPony who I thought was the reason for the missing pony, who knew what the Flim Flam brothers were doing to that misfortunate pony. They could be slicing through the skin slowly from right hoof to left hoof, pulling the curtains of a room over with lights all over, taking the pony limb by limb laughing together. One Brother would lean over and take a Scalpel whilst the other would take a bone saw, then cut through the veins of the pony taking the best parts of him out onto a bowl and make him bleed out onto the floor.
The thoughts were digging through my head like a drill, my ‘Feelings’ would not stop and come to think of it the red liquid from the compartment on the machine could only be one thing, some sort of blood or organs from other ponies’ just thinking of the screams, cry’s from the ponies, real or fake in my head was just too bearable for me “hell” anypony at much. I just had to go and err ‘Investigate’, or I could go and rest my head a bit, hopefully to get rid of my ‘Feelings’ and thoughts. I think I may just go lay down and rest, my feelings are worse than migraines.

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