The Job - PART 3

"THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Okay! Okay, ah galk!  Ah thurember, pweath thop!"

Miss Pauling promptly released his tongue.

"Now, unless you want your mouth to turn to ash, start answering."

The figure was trying to calm himself, his breathing returning to normal. He pondered if he should actually tell her the truth, but at this point she had the upper hand and even if he told her, so what? If it could sway her in his favor than things might work out and if she chooses to be a bitch then he could always kill her or erase her mind later. She also needed his help if she ever wanted to make it back home. 'Fuck it.' he thought.

"Well, I suppose introductions are in order Miss Pauling. My name is Brimstone and yes it is my real name, I do have other aliases though." he said casually while leaning back in his seat. "This is going to take a while and might be hard to believe, but I am sure you will be respectful and allow me to elaborate fully."

"As long as you get to the point then I see no reason as to torch your tongue." she took a seat across from him. 'Such a professional bitch' he thought.

"Well, it all started two days ago...."

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Flashback

It was a pretty slow day. I was just eating the usual turkey croissant sandwich in the diner like every weekday. I usually sit in the booth in the back so I can get a whole layout of the restaurant. I had seen a lot of the students come in from Canterlot High, most of them were recognizable. Diamond Tiara was being a snobby little brat with her lesser but equally irritating friend Silver Spoon. I always thought about conjuring a demon or something to kill them or torture at least but would forget.

I saw the 3 siblings of the towns athlete, fashion designer and farmer planning some hair brained scheme as usual. I love it when they mess up, I always set up a seat and carry around snacks when they are causing chaos.

I had also seen some newcomers as well. A strange trio of girls were in a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant humming some tune. I didn't really pay them much attention until they walked out. The way their hips swayed, but I can't be thinking like that cause I am already in a relationship and-

Okay! Sheesh, I forgot to mention I tend to drift off topic and ramble. Just--just put the bottle down and let me finish. Okay? Good...bitch. I-I said I'll skip. You know to the real beginning.

That evening I decided to go for a walk around town. Cool night air and all that. I eventually ended up at Canterlot High, just as shitty as I remember it. The only good things about it was the cafeteria food, clubs and of course my girlfriend. I thought I'd go and 'borrow' some stuff from the science class rooms, when the most peculiar thing happened. I saw a bright flash come from behind me, my shadow increased on the school and was gone as fast as it had came.

My eyes readjusted and I saw her. A girl, somewhere in her late teens, with two tones of yellow and red hair. Beside her was a small purple (or possibly pale lilac) puppy with green fur running along it's back. They both seemed totally disoriented, trying to regain their senses as I made my presence known to them. The girl looked at me with fear in her eyes, either she was in trouble or caught in some type of misdeed. The puppy tried to look intimidating while he seemed unsure of the situation.

About a half hour later, I had managed to calm the two down and we rested at the bleachers. There was something troubling this girl, she seemed like a runaway, from what I was uncertain for she would dodge some of my questions. She gave off many red flags: bruises to her arms, legs and neck, she seemed very frail, she appeared out of nowhere after what felt like the most powerful magical pulse in my life and her dog is giving me a stink eye.

So yeah, this would be awkward.

I finally got her to start talking about what had happened and turns out, this was beyond anything I had ever came across. This girl came from another dimension, a world where magic was still a normal thing. She was in fact a unicorn, an anthro which I won't even question. Her little buddy was a dragon, can you believe it!? Ponies are people and Dragons are not!? The fuck is that all about? And get this, his name is Spike. Spike! Talk about irony.

But seriously, they came here under terrible circumstances. Their country was conquered by a race of sexist reindeer and have used dark magic to turn all the equine males into insane, aggressive, deviant, sexual predators and most of the females into their pleasure slaves. Females have lost all civil liberties and aren't even considered worthy of anything. Their methods of domination are brutal and they even have a demon by the name of Discord under their thumb.

The dragon kid lost his closest friend, family and his home. Living life on the run from slave hunters that send them to 'educational' centers for 'reforming'.

The girl lost her strength, her natural born talent for leadership and determination. She was made a slave for months and had never felt safe since her capture.

I believe these two have a codependency thing going on since they seem to enjoy talking amongst themselves and hardly ever leave each others side. I took pity on them and decided to have them stay in my home as long as they desire. They were suspicious of my intentions of course, but with the help of my lovely magician, they understood that we only wanted what was best for them and would only give them their freedom to do as they chose.

I did not sleep well that night, visions of invaders conquering the world plagued my mind. I woke up in a cold sweat and had a dreadful realization: what if they too found the portal to this world?

I thought about destroying the portal, but what would it really accomplish? Sure those heathens wouldn't spread their poison upon this world, but what of all those whom are suffering. Sunset was still lost, Spike had his life stolen, and an entire kingdom had fallen.

There had to be something that could be done about this fucked up scenario. And like a lightning bolt blowing Thomas Jefferson's (Note from editor: I'm not going to fix this.)kite to smithereens, it hit me. There once were a group of dangerous, psycho  men that had a reputation for destruction and few questions asked for the right price. They had gone into hiding long ago and their location is unknown to this day, so I had to make a deal with my old mentor to bring you here: Merasmus the Magician.

To Be Continued...