Chapter 1: Into the Frying Pan
Chapter 1: Into the Frying Pan
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Between those stores, there was one who deserved a mention: 'Nazi Jewelry'. It
Looking inside the store
Behind a counter, there was a mare reading a newspaper. The mare was white as snow, with a yellow mane and deep blue eyes. Her cutie-mark was a swastika inside a heart, showing her love for a forgotten ideology. On her neck was a necklace, connected to a badge which was written 'Aryanne'.
"Sigh.", the mare left out loudly. Life was so boring to her: sit behind her counter, then show watches to stallions and jewelry to mares. Every single day the same thing, just sit and wait for customers to arrive.
Her only relief was at night, when she could dream of how her ideal world would be. Her dreams were of a powerful, nationalistic country. Militarist, orderly streets with soldiers marching while ponies waved flags at them. On top of them existed a powerful leader, one which united the pony race under a single banner. It was a society without degeneracy, without the moral decay that was plaguing her world. Ah, she could only hope.
But reading the newspaper only shattered those dreams. Everyday she saw the morals who remained on her world being slowly corrupted by the liberal media:
'Love is natural, love is pure. Why should love be restricted? If two stallions and two mares can love themselves, why not a stallion and a a foal?'
"What the fudge are those congress stallions making with our country? It's going down to the sink."
'Extra! Immigration laws have been soften again. Now government is offering monetary incentives to outsiders to come live in our country. "We have money and others don't. It's the right thing to do.", defended one congressman.
"What the fuck?!" "I don't receive a dime to live there! In fact, I dunno how much I pay in taxes only to sustain that scum!"
Check your pony privilege! We need more efficient welfare laws for the poor zebras, donkeys, mules. Stop with racism! Toughest legislation against racism ever seen was just been approved.
"BLAM this piece of CRAP!", screamed Aryanne, grabbing the newspaper and crumpling it on a ball. She then threw it on a nearby wastebasket.
"Into the trash it goes. Accursed progressives." "Progress my ass."
Aryanne
Suddenly, the door of the store opened. She saw a : it was a male zebra, his eyes pierced with golden rings.
'Oh great. Just perfect.'
"Wassup cutie? I wanna see a time seeing thingy, ya knew what I man?"
"Oh right. Just a sec."
Aryanne was completely disgusted by nature of beings such as this. Their stripped bodies, poor written dialect, stupid expression. It was an offense to all things pure. But she was smart enough to know that at her smallest slip she would be sued to hell, so she knew it was best to keep those things to herself.
"Yo have a nice plot.", she heard while she was climbing the stairs.
'Ignore him Aryanne. It will be okay.', she thought to herself. She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't feel a bit pleased with this zigger advances. Even if he wasn't a zebra, complimenting a mare's backside was just plain rude... unless the girl was a slut, that is.
"I wouldn't mind taking a bite of it.", she heard again.
"Well, I have those choices." She said, putting the watches on top of the counter. She then stared him, her frustration starting to shown: "So, which one do you like!?"
"Plump, juicy. I would ride you until sunset.", he said while licking his lips. "Ya could have some fun later, how about that?"
"How about no?", she said snarly. "Just pick a watch."
"Ya, ya. Hey, how about that one, on the shelf?"
"Which one?" She asked, turning back to pick it up. She then turned her face, staring at him and looking for further instructions. The zebra just stared at her, as she asked: "So, which one?"
The zebra put his hoof on his head, getting into a thinking position. Aryanne's plot was turned right on his face. He admired the view for a second, before suddenly smiling and shouting: "This one!". He immediately followed by slapping her flank, making a loudly SLAP! sound. "That is how ya mares like it, doesn't it?"
Aryanne felt the hoof landing on her back, the pain that followed his sudden aggression. She has completely stunned: she couldn't believe the boldness of that zigga. She had to actually think for a whole minute to try to understand what had just happened:
Inside of her, she saw a little Aryanne with angel wings, another one with demon horns. They were sitting in couches, each one staring at each other. The one with angel wings started by saying: "How fucked is this zebra?"
The demoniac one then approached, picking a rifle out of nowhere and putting a military helm on his head. The devil then smiled, saying bluntly: "Very, very fucked."
The zebra approached the mare, trying to understand what has happened. It was like the mare had turned off her brain. "Hey pussy, ya alright?"
Her eyes suddenly got wider, a slasher smile filling her face. She turned back to him, fire burning in her eyes. Approaching him, she shouted: "Do not touch me, you filthy ZIGGER!"
The zebra stepped back, shocked at her reaction. He wasn't expecting what came next: Aryanne then answered by punching the zebra right on his head. Her hoof landed right on his nose, making him fell head-first into to the ground.
"YOU WHORE!", screamed the zebra, putting a hoof on his nose. He then put it on front of his eyes, noticing that there was wet blood on it. "You bitch, you will pay for this!"
"Get away from my store you SCUM!", Aryanne shouted again, now picking a broom and holding it on her mouth.
Seeing that she was out of control, the zebra quickly got up and started to run towards the entrance. Aryanne quickly followed him, landing blow after blow on his flank and back legs. With each blow, the zebra would jump and scream ARGH! in pain. Even outside the store, she kept running after him for a couple of streets, right where everypony could see: the stallions and mares could just stare at such a scene. Some ponies even found the scene to be kind of funny.
Aryanne kept going until her broom finally broke in two. She then stopped, seeing the zebra running for his life with his back completely red and swollen. She felt avenged, proud of her work.
"Well, he is not coming back soon.", she said with a smile to nopony in particular. "Now that I cleaned the scum time to go back to my store."
"Mrs. Aryanne. Am I right?"
"Yup."
"Do you know why I am here?"
"Ah yes, because of that commotion of yesterday. I assure you, mister, it won't happen again. "I was in a very vulnerable state, if you know what I mean."
"Huh?"
"I had PMS." Aryanne lied.
"What? Ah, no matter." "Miss, did you call that zebra a zigger?"
"Well, officer, he did call me a bitch and a whore." "And slapped my flank."
"Did you not know that racism is a crime?"
"But sir, he tried to abuse me!" "I was just defending myself!"
"No buts. It's a crime to use such a heinous word. To the jail with you!"
She was then surrounded by four well built stallions, all in military armor.
"Okay, okay. But how about the fact he violently abused me?" "Touching one flank is sexual harassment!"
"Silly mare, only stallions make sexual harassment." "The idea of zebra being rapists is another lie the media created to put minorities down. You should be ashamed to stand by such stereotypes."
"What the fuck?!"
"No fucks. Only jail now."
Not seeing much to do, Aryanne gave in, letting them cuff herself and put her on the prison bus.
"So, when I am having my trial?"
"Which trial? Didn't you read the news? You were caught on the act. Now only Celestia may have mercy on you."
"What?! How about bail?"
"No bail too.", the officer smugly answered. "You should have thought better before being racist."
"Okay. How about some community service?" Aryanne then pleaded. "I mean, I don't think what I did deserves a severe punishment."
"Don't worry miss, twenty years pass on pretty quickly. You will probably enjoy being here." The soldier said with a smile. He then added: "You know, probably not. "Hey, are you virgin?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, fuck. Good luck then." "And watch yourself on the shower!"
"This stinks!" "Who is going to help me?"
"Can you listen to me?"
"Who are you?"
"A friend. If you want to survive, you will listen to my instructions."
"Instructions? What are you talking about?"
"I know you have superior blood on your veins." "And that they hate you for it. They want to misled society into believing everypony is equal, the biggest lie that was ever sold to ponykind. They need to do that, because they fear your power."
"My power?"
"Yes, you are not like other mares." "You will know about what I am talking pretty soon."
"Wait, don't leave me alone."
"Oh..." "What to do now?"
Aryanne started to look at the window, holding the walk talkie with care. She sighed to herself: "I cannot believe I am in jail. At least solitary isn't that bad: I don't have to worry about zebras around here."
"Those will be a fun twenty years, I think." "Well, I must have hope. However that was, I hope he can help me."
Without having much to do and feeling exhausted, Aryanne closed her eyes, giving herself to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day...
