Various Weaknesses: Volume 2

by Dark Avenger

A Screw (guest chapter)

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A SCREW

Thud.

A potted plant lies dead on the windowsill. What once was living, now rests. How did it die?

I don’t fucking know. I don’t care.

I close my eyes again. Maybe I’ll fall asleep finally.

Thud.

“C’mon, bitch, you love it. Say you love it.”

“Y-yes... I do... I love it.”

Prick.

I don’t do this because I like it. I do it because I need to. Weather control doesn’t pay much, at least not anymore. My boss. My fucking boss. He thinks we're subpony. He’s cut our paychecks again, for the third time this year. I had to sell my old fucking house months ago because of him. I live in a shitty fucking apartment. What else am I supposed to do? I'm not really smart. I gotta use some other way to get money.

I need the money. I use my body to get the money. I don’t like it, but I need to do it.

Thud.

I stare out the window. I try to think of something else. Luna’s beautiful, yet mysterious orb hangs idly in the sky, beaming in and illuminating the room. The room. It is barren, and rotted. There are several floorboards missing. The room is decorated only with the bed that I’m lying on, with the… stallion. The bed creaks and breaks the otherwise all-encompassing silence, save for his grunts, and my moans. The smell is revolting, like the room hasn’t been cleaned in years. It smells like a garbage can, mixed with a gallon of sweat. That’s probably the stallion’s fault. Yet, this is my home. It’s the only one I could afford.

It hurts, to be honest. It always fucking hurts. The other mares on the weather squad, I think they’re used to it. Not me. I never want to get used to it. I don’t need to. After this one, maybe another one, I’m gonna be high-flying. I’m gonna go to Cloudsdale. I’m gonna become a Wonderbolt.

Hopefully.

Thud.

I keep staring out the window, like I’m a retard. Like I’m in a fucking coma. They must think I’m dim. I’m not. I’m not really smart like Twilight, but I’m not stupid. Not everypony is a success story like her. I tried to go to college, but I ran out of money. Would I be doing this if I went to college and stayed?

I think they like to think I’m stupid. So they can feel better about what they’re doing, I think. Maybe they think it’s okay to do this to somepony as stupid as me.

Thud.

Sometimes, I feel used. Like I’m losing control of myself. Like I’m worthless. I’m not. I’m the fastest flyer in Equestria!

I close my eyes and grit my teeth. I let out a small moan. He really hurt me then.

“Ohhh, did that hurt?”

Thud.

Yes, it did fucking hurt. This is painful. Do I look like I’m enjoying this? I breathe out.

A hoof collides with my jaw.

“I asked you a fucking question, whore!”

“Y-y-no…”

“Good.”

Like he really cares if it hurt.

Thud.

I don’t want to do this. This asshole thinks he owns me. I’m not his fucking toy. I need the money. My whole life revolves around money. I need the money. I need the fucking money.

I love my job. I really do. I love being up in the sky, kicking clouds, being free. I hate being paid like I’m a slave, though. My fucking boss. I’d kill him if I could. Pays us almost nothing so he can sit back and smoke expensive cigars. Makes me do stuff... like this… so I can keep afloat.

Thud.

I look behind me. The stallion pushes my face into the bed.

“Keep your head on the bed, bitch.”

“Y-yes… sir.”

I go back to staring outside the window.

Thud.

I feel my hooves slipping, and my rear lowering.

“Keep your ass up, whore.”

“ O-ok…”

I readjust myself, repositioning my hooves.

“Good girl…”

Why do I bother anymore? I’ve got no chance of being a Wonderbolt. I’ve blown it. Spitfire would never have stooped this low. I’m a failure.

Thud.

Why is this taking so long?

Thud.

When will he just pay me and leave me alone?

Why is he doing this to me?

Thud.

He starts pulling my hair with his mouth. I squeal. A hoof collides with my jaw once again.

“Did I say you could speak?”

He twists my wing. I gasp in pain. He starts hitting me, over and over. I suppress my yells, out of fear of him doing worse to me. He pulls my hair again.

Why is he hurting me?

A tear rolls down my cheek. I sniffle quietly. I don’t want him to hear. He doesn’t even notice.

Thud.

How can a worthless whore like me be worth anything? I can’t be a Wonderbolt. I can barely pay my landlord on time. I can’t live like this anymore.

But I have to.

I can’t afford to live normally.

I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. He continues to assault me. He bites down on my ear. I bite down, so he can’t hear me cry. I grind my teeth together. I feel my warm blood drip down my face, and onto my sheets.

Thud.

I let more tears trickle down my face. I need more money for this. I need money. Money will save me from this. Money is power. Money is holy. I need money.

I am worthless. I’m a toy for stallions to play with. This stallion, he has full control over my body. He has full control over my love. He can use me whichever way he wants.

As long as he gives me the money.

Thud.

Money is power.

Money is holy.

Holy money.

Thud.

“Say you love it again.”

“I love it, sir.”

“Say you love me.”

Thud.

“I-I-I…”

“Say it!”

His yell utterly shatters the silence. He starts hitting me again. I feel more tears welling up in my eyes.

“I… I love you…”

“Good girl.”

I let more tears roll down my face.

Thud.

His love is holy.

Thud.

Holy money.

Thud.

Holy love.

Thud.

I am a slave to his will.

Thud.

He lets go of me. I feel a burst of his hot love fill me up. It coats my insides.

I feel dirty. I feel wrong. I feel like cleansing myself.

It’s finally over. He relaxes for a minute. Or two. I’m not counting. Then he tackles me onto the floor, and starts again. Faster. Harder. More painful.

Thud.

“You were so good, I couldn’t keep away.”

I remain silent.

Thud.

“My wife, she never woulda gone for this,” he started, “See, I like it rough. “Rough”, as in, bloody, painful, makes the bitches cry. I ask her almost every fuckin’ night, and she goes ‘No, I don’t wanna do dat.’ Fat bitch will smoke a cigarette and kill herself slowly, but can’t take a lil’ bitta pain? Fuck her, y’know. You, on the other hoof… wow. Fuck me. You take it like a champ. Best I’ve had in a while, you follow me? I could almost love you, more than my fat bitch of a wife. I’d fucking divorce her if she didn’t have my kids. I could love you. Do you want my love?”

I nod. He is giving me his love. I want his love.

“Say something, bitch.”

“Y-yes. I-I wan… want it...”

Thud.

“Well, you’re gonna geddit.”

He slams his hoof into my jaw again. He starts going harder, and faster. He twists my wing, and pulls my hair with his mouth. He lets go of my hair, and bites into my wing. He tears away my feathers, and I feel my blood spill down my wing. He spits out my feathers. He pulls my head up, and starts smashing my face onto the floor. I see my blood shine in the moonlight.

I can’t scream. I can’t even cry.

Thud.

“I’m close. Do you want my love?”

“Y-yes… sir…”

He starts smacking me again, and beats my head on the floor. I deserve this. I’m worthless.

I’m his slave. I’m his toy.

Thud.

He starts pulling my hair again. He tenses up, and I feel his warm love fill my insides up once more. His warm, holy love.

He gets off the bed and he opens his wallet. He digs around, searching for the right amount.

“Here’s your money…”

He throws 5 bits at me. Holy money.

He pauses. His hoof goes into his wallet once more.

“Since you were real good, I’m gonna give you a tip.”

He throws me 2 more. Holy money.

“T-thank you sir…”

“My pleasure, slut.”

I look at the money. I stare at the money. It is glowing dimly in the moonlight, like an ancient golden artifact. It’s worth much more than that to me. This is truly holy.

Ponies worship Celestia, but not me. I worship money. Money is real. Money controls me. Without money, I would be nothing. Money keeps me alive. Money is holy.

It is holy. Money is holy.

Holy money.

Holy love.

Holy money.

Author's Note

"It needs to be about 20% cooler."

Guest chapter written by the amazing harpseal2 after I invited him to join my little kindergarten "show and tell..."

I think it turned out very well.

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