Straight Outta Clopton

by Dj pon-3

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Slice of Life, Crossover
Length: 386

(my first fanfic) A colt goes through the daily challenges of living on the "bad" side of town.

A colt by the name of Vick was born and raised on the bad side of town. After running away from his home, he has to fend for himself. But as drugs and gangs become notoriously bad in the city, can he keep his innocent status, or will the promise of money and glory lead him down the path of a gangster?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-21 04:45:21 UTC

Introduction

My name is Vick Hooves. I was born and raised here, in South Central, Las Pegasus. Yeah, I know. It's the bad side of town. But there are lots of good ponies out there. Take me for example. I always wanted to be a DJ. But then, one day, on my way home from school, two colts who were clearly under the influence of drugs, approached me from behind, and to stuck a gun to my head.

"Gimmie' what you got, and you don't get shot." I said OK, and slowly levitated my saddlebag in front of me, but then I quickly pulled out my Mare 9199 .45 caliber handgun, and pointed it towards the armed unicorn, who I now realized was sporting gang colors.

"Nice Gat." The clearly stoned unicorn pony said. After talking to the two stoner ponies, they let me off the hook. But I had to make a deal with them before they let me leave. I had to go to see their " Gang Leader" tomorrow.

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The next day, I peeked out of my window, only to see two ponies wearing the colors of the Unicorn gang. So the stoners were serious. On that note, I put on my bag, loaded my 9199 and put it in, and slung my RD-47 assault rifle around my neck, and walked outside.

After a short trot through Unicorn territory, We reached their leader's house. As I walked in, I saw a circle of Unicorns taking hits off of an unidentifiable drug. They were all very thin and weak looking, but they all had numerous weapons near them.

As I walked into the boss man's room, I was greeted by a friendly " Who the hell are you?"

"Some of your pothead thugs tried to rob me. It was pathetic. They were so cracked out, they could barely talk. You need REAL ponies in your gang, holmes."

"Oh, I see, two of my guys try to rob you, so you mosey your ass up into here like you own the place, and think I'll just let you in. Is that right?

"Yep. Sounds about right."

" I like you. You're gonna go far, kid. You're in. But NO half- assing around here. I tell you something, you do it. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah."