Blueblood the spiteful

"Get up, PUNK!"

Blueblood barely conveyed the message before he was dragged out of bed my his mane.

"Argh! Ow! OWOWOWOW!! Stop it!"

"Shut it, brat." The offender dropped him, and Blueblood took the chance of looking around. They were in the middle of a grassy field, where a tough-looking pony was standing. The pony had a grey coat and a silver mane, with a whistle for a Cutie Mark. He walked up to Blueblood

"As a civilian you might have been a princess. A prissy princess. Here, you're a subject to the chain of command. And this is the chain of command: There's captain above the whole unit, under the captain there are three lieutenants, then drill sergeants like me, then below me are the rats, below the rats are spiders, below the spiders are flies, and below the flies are you, maggots! If a fly tells you to buzz, you buzz! And if a rat poops on your breakfast you salute and offer to fetch toilet paper! And that's a Sir Rat for you, maggots!"

Blueblood could only look at him before he continued.

"Now, DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY!"

"No way." Blueblood spat. "Royalties do not exercise. It is beneath us to have a peasant like you ordering us-"

He would have said more, but he was cut off by a hoof to the muzzle.

"I have Celestia's command and personal order. First day of YOUR labor, mutt. NOW DROP AND GIVE ME SIXTY!"

"Y-Y-Yes sir!" Blueblood shakily began to push himself, only to fail miserably. He was lifted up by the Drill Sergeant... again.

"Since you can't do a simple pushup, run 70 laps. GO GO GO!" Drill Sergeant hollered in his face before Blueblood ran without a word.

The whole day, Blueblood was tortured by Drill Sergeant. Ponies from Canterlot came to watch him through the Castle gates.

"Heh, he gets what he deserves."

"That brute."

"Mommy, is that the pony that took away your Bits?"

Blueblood couldn't stand it anymore. He trotted towards the Drill Sergeant.

"Eh, e-excuse me, Sergeant. -"

"Thats Mr. Sergeant to you, Maggot! Why aren't you running? Don't disobey the ones that outrank you!"

Blueblood took the hint, and began to run more laps.

"Mr. Sergeant, *huff* Sir? *pant* I was wondering - *huff* - if you could shoo away *pant* all of those commoners? *huff*"

Drill Sergeant ran up to him, never breaking a sweat the whole time. "If you want me to shoo away the commoners, you gotta move up to beyond the flies, maggot! These 'commoners' are ten times the worth of you, you spoiled, filthy mutt. You're not even fit to walk on cow dung, how are you fit to order? Now give me TEN MORE LAPS, PUNK!!!"

So this went on for the whole day. Pushups, Pull ups, Obstacle course and more. At the end of the day he collapsed.

"Maggot." He turned to see Drill Sergeant.

"You're one step to becoming a better pony, trust me."