Pulp Ponyfiction

by StandardIssue

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Romance, Comedy, Adventure
Length: 5006

What happens when you get two crazy ponies, two guys who make people disappear or do the dirty work and a hooker who killed her client together? One messed up adventure, that's what.

A sociopath and a psychopath. A guy who runs rigged boxing matches. A drug lord. A hooker. And many others. What do they all have in common? They all end up running into each other for the same reason. A deal gone wrong. Four Finger Ace. What brings them together is a serious of comedic and odd tragic events, both appalling and side splitting hilariousness. Read Pulp, and you will see what a small place the world really is.
Reader Discretion is advised. Rated A for 18 years or older.
Future side stories to be added.
No spoilers for sex scenes, though they are tagged.
Character tags for future characters.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-11 19:00:09 UTC

Gasolina

Let’s talk about killing? I mean, why not? What do you know about killing? There can’t be much to it, right? Gun up to head, pull trigger, the end. Or maybe, you want to get creative. Sick the dogs on them or something. Why not suicide? I mean, killing yourself is still killing. Right? It has to be. In the end, it all ends with what? The death. Now, what is the definition of killing?

n. noun

Murder; homicide.A kill; a quarry.A sudden large profit.made a killing on the stock market.

adj. adjective

Intended or apt to kill; fatal.Thoroughly exhausting.a killing pace.Hilarious.

        That was taken from google. The search engine, bless its programmers, where you can search for anything and find it. Even how to make a bomb. Sure, you can look up how to make the bomb. But you will end up on some sort of watch list, never to be taken off of it. But come on, at least everyone has googled how to make some sort of illegal substance just for the hell of it. I mean, you would have to be some sort of fucking… I don’t know what you would be, but hell. You would be it. Let’s use, Tardasaurous. Just without the ‘RE’ for retard. So you are one huge fucking tard. But then again, if you didn’t look it up, how does that make you a retard? I don’t know. I was just on some sort of stupid ass rant. Anyway, where was I?

Part 1

The definition of killing.

        “Come by me again?”

        “I want to kill someone.”

        “Bloody hell. Don’t yah think that’s a bit much, mate?”

        “Hardly. Soarin, listen to me. Do you know how many people die a day?”

        Soarin sat back in his seat, looking his friend in the eyes. Soarin simply crossed his arms and sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, Silver. A lot?”

        “Damn right! A lot of people. What’s adding one or two more to the list going to affect anything?”

        “The fact that it’s illegal….”

        Soarin looked away from Silver, down at his meal. It was getting cold. Silver, at the same age of 23 as soarin, same height and all couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The only difference between Soarin and Silver, Silver had blue hair and pink eyes. Other than that, they could pass off for twins. But no, they were simply friends. So what would you do if you friend told you that they wanted to kill someone?

Chapter one

Gasolina

Horse Shoe and Clouds walk down the streets of Detrot, their long overcoats hanging to the floor, both dressed much like corrupt businessmen. The dark brown one was Horse Shoe, while the lighter tan color was Clouds. Clouds fixed his longer mane as they walk, yawning while Horse Shoe mutters to himself.

        “What’s her name?” Clouds asked Shoe.

        “Roseluck.”

        “How did Silver and her meet?”

        “I dunno, however ponies meet ponies. She usta be an actress.”

        “She ever do anything I woulda saw?” Clouds asked as the two turn down a side street, the sounds of the city going on around them.

        “I think her biggest deal was she starred in a pilot.”

        “What’s a Pilot?”

        “Well, you know the shows on TV?”

        “I don’t watch TV.”

        “Yes, but you’re aware that there’s an invention called television, and on that invention they show shows?”

        “Yeah.”

        “Well, the way they pick the shows for TV is they make one show, and that is called a pilot. They show that one show to the people who pick the shows, and on the strength of the pilot, they decide if they want to make more shows. Some get accepted and become TV programs, and some don’t, and become nothing. She starred in one of the ones that became nothing.”

        Clouds shrugged. “What a shame.”

        The two turned and walked into the front of an apartment, heading straight to the staircases. The old decor of the room they were in was very worn by age and misuse, the elevator having an ‘Out of order’ sign on it.

        “You remember the new guy we got a month or two back?”

        “Yeah maybe, fat right?”

        “I wouldn’t go so far as to call the brother fat. He’s got a weight problem. What’s the brother gonna do, he’s Earth pony.”

        “I think I know who you mean, what about him?”

        “Well, Silver fucked his ass up good. And word around the campfire, it was on account of Silver’s wife.” Clouds nods in thought as they continue up the steps, the walls and stone steps dull like the entrance to the building.

        “What’d he do, fuck her?”

        “No no no no no no no, nothin’ that bad.”

        “Well what then?”

        “He gave her a hoof massage.”

        “A hoof massage?”

        Shoe nods his head. “Yup.”

        “That’s all?”

        Shoe nods his head again, looking at the floor number. “Yup.”

        “What did Silver do?”

Shoe and Clouds stopped at floor 8 and walked into the hallway, slowly making their way to the room they were looking for.

“Sent a couple of guys over to his place. They took him out on the patio of his apartment, threw his ass over the balcony. Brother fell four stories.” Shoe added onto the fact by making a four with both hands. “They had this garden at the bottom, closed in glass, like one of them greenhouses -brother fell through that. Since then, he’s kinda developed a speech impediment.”

“That’s a damn shame.”

“Still I hafta say, play with matches, ya get burned.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“You don’t be givin’ Silver’s new bride a foot massage.”

“You don’t think he overreacted?” Shoe asked, his voice implying that silver had overreacted.

“Kid probably didn’t expect Silver to react the way he did, but he had to expect a reaction.”

“It was a hoof massage, a hoof massage is nothing, I give my mother a hoof massage.”

“It’s laying hands on Silver’s new wife in a familiar way. Is it as bad as eatin’ her out -no, but you’re in the same fuckin’ ballpark.”

“Whoa… Whoa… Whoa. stop right there. Eatin’ a bitch out, and givin’ a bitch a hoof massage ain’t even the same fuckin’ thing.”

“Not the same thing, the same ballpark.”

“It ain’t no ballpark either. Look maybe your method of massage differs from mone, but touchin’ his ladies hooves, and stickin’ your tongue in her holyiest of holyies, ain’t the same ballpark, ain’t the same league, ain’t even the same fuckin’ sport. Hoof massages don’t mean shit.”

“Have you ever given a foot massage?”

“Don’t be tellin’ me about hoof massages -I’m the hoof fuckin’ master.”

“Given a lot of ‘em?”

“Shit yeah. I got my technique down man, I don’t tickle or nothin’.”

“Have you ever given a stallion a hoof massage?”

Shoes stops and looks at clouds for a minute. He just looks at the guy with the straightest of faces.

“Fuck you.”

*******

Tits. She had those. She was sure of that, seeing how the men all drooled over her, even a few women here and there. Hips. She had those as well. But why, then, was she not quite as satisfied as she wanted? Maybe she didn’t have enough ass? There were plenty of men who liked ass. Did she have a bad one? Was that it? No, it wasn’t that. The guys made sure to get every chance at her ass as anything else.

Maybe it was the amount of drugs in her? Now that, was probably the real reason. She had anything the streets could name. Different month, same drug, different street name for it. The Chem people would just change a small thing and call it something else so they wouldn’t get caught. So what drugs was she on right now? Off the top of her head, she could name three. Cloud Nine, Rainbow Haze, and Rubber Fucker. Her vision was a haze complete with a lackadaisical lusty grin which she perpetually bore.

Standing up, she cast aside the most of the paraphernalia her client probably didn’t want to see on her, and schooled herself for pretending that her client was actually good at sex. He wouldn’t be. It was a rule that unless she was drunk and insensate, her clients would suck. A rule, that she had both made and learned from experience.

Soon, the tell-tale knock at her door sounded, followed by the opening of the door by her. She has to give a compliment there, it always meant she got a dollar or two extra.

        She opened her mouth. “Well? Handso-” She cocked her head to the side as an unexpected bit of bile bounced up her throat. “-erk.” She started to cough as she tried not to look away.

Her client was anything but handsome. like, totally ew. Where he should’ve had a face was more like.. someone who had done drugs in the wrong way. He was actually a tiny bit attractive, in so far as his features were hard, masculine, but against anything she preferred.

She cleared her throat and steeled herself. “Well… come on in, lovely.”

***O***

Shoe and Clouds stood outside door number 235. Shoe looked the door up and down, while clouds yawned. Shoe eventually looked at Clouds. “What time is it?”

        “9:47 in the PM.”

        “That’s the time. You wanna knock?”

        “Why do I have to knock?”

        Shoe mentally sighed, roach over and struck the door three times. “You are a difficult piece of shit, you know that?”

        “Hey, say what you want. You ain’t touching my hooves.” Shoe started to stare a hole into Clouds head.

        *BANG* The sound of a gun going off caused the two to flip around and look down the hallways, having already reaching into their jackets and taking out their pieces.

        “It came from down that way.” Clouds pointed the handgun down the hall.

        “No shit it came from that way! What, you think I am deaf or plain stupid?!”

        “You don’t want me to answer that one.”

        “Just shut the fuck up.”

***Dile***

Silver walked down the road, rubbing his hands together like he was about to buy a new car, the look on his face easily matching. “I am telling you man, you are going to love this!”

        Indeed, Soarin was still with his friend, his steps even in pace but slightly-less jovial. He couldn’t quite place the reasoning behind his suddenly-arriving thrill. “.... Silver, I hate people as much as the next guy, but goin’ around killin folks just ain’t gonna fly.... maybe.”

        “Why do you always have to have that stick up your ass?” He calmly asks.

        Sighing a bit after feeling his thrill reach maximum levels, Soarin decided then and there that fighting against his inner battle was a foolish struggle. “... I don’t know, Silver. Fine, we’ll fucking do it.” He took his inward disappointment out on a can in front of him, kicking it straight into a mare’s stroller some ways down the road. “.... Eh.”

        “It was empty you idiot…”

        “You’re sayin’ that like I care, shithead.”

        “You say you don’t, but you do. That is why you still hang out with me.”

        Soarin sighed, watching the mare that can invaded on with a grimace as she continued fussing over her crying foal. That same can of Fancy Cola was embedded on the tiny unicorn’s horn, making the kicker snicker a bit. “.... Yeah, you might be right.... then again, you’ve been wrong so many times.”

        “How about those two?” He asked while pointing at two stallions. An earth pony and a unicorn. They wore long coats and dress slacks.

        “.... Maybe?”

        “They look like they will be fun. Let’s follow them.” Seeing no way out of it, Soarin decided to just go along for the ride.

***

        “Soarin….I just realized something.” Silver said, right when the two stallions entered an apartment building.

        “What? You have lost your fuckin’ mind? No. I know what it is. I lost my fuckin’ mind for stickin’ with you.” Soarin sighed as he looked around the room.

        “I forgot to give you the gun.”

        “The what?!” Soarin jumped back a bit from his friend, not believing his ears. “You’re fucking serious?!” Silver simply blinked at his friend as though he had grown a second head.

        “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

        “Okay, Silver. News flash here. We are goin’ to go to fuckin’ JAIL!”

        “You say that like I give a damn…” Soarin rolled his eyes and grabbed the gun, walking toward the stairs with a huff.

        “Well isn’t this just PERFECT.” He said through grit teeth. “At least one of us doesn’t give a damn.”

        “Hey! I need to tell you how to use that first!” Silver shouted, running after him into the stairway.

        Soarin looked over with a pissed expression. He put the gun up in the air and glared daggers at Silver. “Let me guess! like this?!” He shot the gun. The bang echoed in the stairway. Silver grabbed his ears and groaned.

        “Hey dumbass! Why don’t you shoot some more to show we have gun, who don’t you?!”

        Soaring groaned and rubbed his ears as well. “Just shut the fuck up!”

        “I know! Why don’t we just sing a song! Maybe, it’ll add to the feel of this shit!”

        “Shut the fuck up! You are the one who brought the gone!”

        “You shot it!”

***

        “3… 2… 1… shoot!” Both Shoe and Clouds said at the same time. They let their hands fall and…

        “Scissors cuts paper! I win!” Clouds laughs. “Get your ass out there and check, I got your six.”

        “Motherfuckers these days…” Shoe took a few cautious steps towards the stairway. Clouds stuck close behind, gun at the ready. Shoe sighed and slowly entered the stairway, scanning left first, then right. Once he enters, he points his gun down the stairs as Clouds follows in, pointing up the stairs.

        “Up or down?”

        “Only one way to find out.” He muttered, cautiously taking a few steps down. Clouds took a few cautious steps up.

***NSFW***

Starlight sighed, calming herself.  She gave her plump d-cup breasts a light bounce, gently swaying them back and forth.  The dark blue unicorn was often mistaken for rarity for some reason, must be the curly hair.  Her mane was almost as big as her entire body by sheer volume, her tits and ass equal in intensity, and her waist was slim, nearly a third as wide as her tits.  She wore a small underbust corset, stylish fingerless gloves, and leather high-heels that stretched up to her thighs and almost nothing else, baring her tits, ass, and pussy to the air.  Her eyes were a shimmering blue, almost glowing in the night.  Her mother was a Thestral, a ‘batpony’, and the cat-like eyes gave her a menacing, exotic look.  That, combined with her penchant for kinkier styles of sex and her nearly unlimited sexual energy, even with the most enduring of partners, gave her the nickname of ‘The Night-mare’.

Now she stood with her new partner, her...’medicine’ on hand a special pill for emergencies, one that doubled the size of her tits.  Some stallions liked that, others, however, just needed a sudden concussion.  She had considered, for a brief moment bringing one of her other ‘shifter’ meds but the Bloomstone would work nicely for this chap.  He wasn’t on her ‘list’, but he was a new client, and new clients weren’t to be trusted.  Still, it was time to put on the mask and begin the show.

“Well now, hon.  Why not introduce yourself?”

“Bitch, isn’t it supposed to be you introducing yourself to me?” he said with a scoff as he walked in, tossing an empty bottle onto the floor. She hid her displeasure at the rude entrance but shut and locked the door behind him, making sure her room was soundproofed.  No need to piss off the neighbors if things got too rough.  “Now tell me. What is your name.” He said it as an order, starting to take off his jacket as he lay on the bed. “And take my shoes off while you are at it.” It is obvious he was married, given by the silver band on his ring finger.

“Well, sugar, my name’s ‘Starlight’.” She used her magic to grab the stallion's nasty-looking shoes and, very roughly, YANKED them off, tossing them over her shoulders.  She smiled and raised her juicy ass to the air and SLAMMED it down onto his waste, “And, hon, you’re in MY house.  Which means MY rules.”  Her ass may have been soft and juicy, but beneath that plush, fuckable fat ass was a LOT of muscle and it felt like a quarter ton weight wrapped in a plush mattress just dropped onto his unmentionables.  “Ya see, hon.  In my house, You take your OWN clothes off and get yourself ready, while I get the play room set up.  We don’t sue the bed I sleep on for the games.  ‘tain’t sanitary, you know?”

        He coughed as the air was knocked out of him and glared daggers at her. “I’m the one paying you here…” He says, trying to get his breath back as he shifts a bit uncomfortably underneath her. “And sweet celestia…” She begins to feel his slight excitement at the roughness.

“Let me guess, about to belt out one of those adorable ‘lose some damn weight’ quips?” Starlight smirks.  “Hon, I’ve heard ‘em all.  I’ve been in this business a LONG time.”  She turns around on his crotch so she’s straddling him nicely, her bare pussy grinding against his pants gently, feeling his slowly stiffening cock beneath the fabric.  “Normally I’d play nice but, you see, I have a rule.  ‘I don’t take shit from married clients’.  I SHOULD, by all means, just send you home like a good little boy, but you’ve already paid.  So, either take it, or leave it.”

He grumbles and looks to the side where his jacket is. “At least let me take my fucking clothes off...” He said rather submissively, trying his best not to break. “But you are crushing me.”

        “Very well.  The ‘playroom’ is behind the curtain.  head in there when you’re ready.”  She steps off of him, the bed springing back up like a catapult, sending the stallion tumbling to the floor.  Starlight walked away towards the aforementioned ‘playroom’, her tits bouncing hypnotically and her ass swaying in such a way that almost any male of any species would love to just shove their faces into it, or their dicks, whichever fits best.  Once behind the curtain and out of sight, Starlight opped her pill, feeling her breasts slowly grow and expand in size and weight rapidly.  She cast a spell to make her appear more ominous and menacing, prepared to show this troublemaker why she’s known as The Night-Mare.

        After a minute, she hears him enter the tent,  gasping. “What in celestia’s golden rays…”

        “Like what you see, hon?” she asks, her breasts having doubled in size, swaying around like fleshy sledgehammers.  She’s managed to work up her pussy until it’s nice and lubed, hoping for a sizeable stallion.  Though she may be disappointed.

        He gawks at her, obviously eyeing her up and down, eventually studying her breasts. “Let me guess… Breast enhancement pill?”

“Speaking of enhancement, looks like you need a few, ‘shorty’.” She looks at his dong, which is noticeably smaller than average, a stark contrast to her hope.  Then again big dicks tend to have little dicks.  “Oh well, I’ve seen smaller...on foals, mostly but still.”  She grins slightly before grabbing the small ‘handle’ and pulling him towards the playroom bed, walking past dildoes of various shapes and sizes, chains, whips, tickle wands, and what looks like very sexual torture devices and a handful of nasty-looking weapons and bondage gear.

The ‘playroom bed’ is a steel-reinforced bed with a very plush mattress and silken sheets, more luxurious and durable than her normal bed by far, but anyone with a keen sense of smell could catch the scent of hundreds of stallions and mares of various species, from ponies to dragons and then some.  Apparently that’s what she meant by sanitary....

“You weren’t kidding when you said you’ve been in this business a long time.” He says with a snark. “At least I know you are good at least something.”

“Oh, I’m good at alot of things.”  She grabs the stallion's ass and balls and lifts him up, showing her amazonian strength, maybe a bit of earthpony in her blood?  She tosses him bodily onto the bed and straddles his hips again, her nice and damp pussy soaking the belly of his stiff cock as her breasts sway gently in the air.  The lights begin to dim, enough to see the ominous blue aura coming from her eyes.  her fear-inducing illusion spell kicking into full force.

He groans a bit, but seems to be enjoying this as he tries to rub against her, his hands trailing up and down her body, “So you like it rough, I’m guessing?” Being this close to her, she can smell the alcohol on his breath. Taste it, even.

Starlight looks to the various menacing-looking sex toys in her ‘playroom’ and smiles, “I’unno what in the world gave you THAT idea.”  She grins, bouncing her ass lightly, just enough to give the stallion's cock a slight hope of slipping in, only to crush that hope in a very erotic manner.  “Why?  you don’t like it ‘rough’?”

“I like giving it rough, but judging by your toys,” He points to said products. “I’d say that you weren’t planning on JUST receiving tonight.” He begins to fondle a breast.

“Well considering your attitude earlier I DID consider ‘punishing’ you but, well.  You paid enough for a one night stand and I’d have to charge extra for any punishment.  So.  Shall we get this done and over with?”

“I was beginning to wonder the same thing.” He chuckled to himself, laying back all the way and resting his arms under his head, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Starlight uses her magic to turn the lights down, so the only light in the room is the menacing glow from her eyes.  She raises her ass into the air, leaning forward until her breasts are resting on the bridge of the stallions nose.  Soon, she feels the flared tip of his cock rub against her wet nether lips, she slams her ass down, taking him to the hilt effortlessly.  Unlike what one expects from such a ‘well used’ mare, her pussy is actually rather tight....make that amazingly tight, almost painfully tight, with a vice-like grip that was already getting to work.

The stallion groans. “Sweet Celestia! How are you this tight?!” He groans, choking back a loud moan. He feels as her walls clench him and he is already about to blow. He grabs her waist and uses that mainly for his mental support.

“I have...connections.”  She grins, barig long, sharp fangs that, in the dim light of her eyes look horrifyingly real, backlit by an ethereal blue glow from the back of her throat.  In terms of theatrics, this gal goes ALL OUT.  She begins bouncing her ass gently at first, growing rougher and rougher , her ass slamming down on the stallion's battered balls, her pussy stretching his cock like taffy and her breasts coming down on his face like sledgehammers, bludgeoning his snout with their soft, milky juiciness.  If he was fast enough, he MIGHT manage to get a nipple in his mouth, but he’d need a good set of jaws to keep it there.

The stallion begins to groan, he is about to blow inside her already. He can hardly stay aware with everything going on, the things she is doing to him are making him lose his mind.

*BANG*

A  gunshot is heard from outside the romm, inside the apartments somewhere. Somewhere close.

“What the hell!?” Starlight snarls, her illusion having altered her voice to have a menacing snarl-y echo.  “What the hell was that!?  These walls should be soundproof, who the fuck is slinging lead at this hour!?” She slams her ass down in anger, nearly wrenching the stallion’s cock clean off, her tits smacking him across the face on accident with enough force to send his eyes rolling in his head.  She’s gone from trying to do her job to full battle mode, assessing a potential threat outside.  Because that gunshot was WAY too close for comfort.

“What are you stopping for?!” The stallion growls. He grabs one of her breasts and squeezes. He was nearly about to get off too. “I paid for sex, I get sex! Forget what’s going on out there!” He sprays spittle on her.

“Shut it, smartass!  You paid for sex but if you’d rather wind up dead because of some thug I can just toss you outside!”  She snarls in anger, “Look, punk, you’re in the WORST part of town, if you don’t pay attention you wind up DEAD and, frankly, you barely paid enough for a one-night stand, let alone enough to fuck you while someone's shooting ponies out there!”

The stallion snarls and grabs his jacket, her having not noticed him bringing it in with him. He reaches in and pulls out a stainless steel revolver. It didn’t look like much of a mustang’s weapon, but the thing still did the trick. “Look bitch! Shut your fucking mouth and get to fucking!” His eyes were as cold as the gun.

Starlight turned around slowly, growling in anger.  “Fine.  You want sex more than life?  Then lay back down.”  She leans forward, pressing her tits to his face, an angry glare on her’s boring right into the stallion’s thick skull.

The stallion laid back, the gun still in hand. “That’s a good girl. Now get to work.” He chuckled to himself as he taught this bitch who was in charge.

Starlight straddled the stallion, slipping his cock into her pussy and getting to work.  Slowly, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his face, until he couldn’t see the angry glare on her’s anymore.  Once she was certain he couldn't’ see her, she made her move...and shoved her breasts down harder, smothering his face with immense melons.  Before he can react, she grabs the arm holding the gun and gives it a sharp twist, her knee coming up to the wrist with bone-cracking force intent to knock the gun away with complete certainty.

The man begins to scream and writhe in pain as he is being smothered, his yells muffled by her breaths. The gun clatters out of reach as he desperately tries to grab for it, his other arm and legs try to hit her off of him, all of this in vain.

Starlight pulls up her left leg, the one that cracked the stallion's wrist.  She raised the heel of her boot up, a glint in the dark room revealing a sharpened edge on the back of the stiletto heel.  With a hard shove, she stabbed the stallion in the hip as deep as it could go, her right arm grabbing his left and putting it in a painful twist like the other, before repeating the piercing stab with her other leg.  To add insult to injury, her pussy tightened up around his cock and she began to lift her ass, yanking his dick up with it. The stallion writhes with pain as his muffled screams are heard. He is helplessly in her mercy, if she chooses to give it. He tries biting at her breast, losing air, only to fail miserably.

Starlight snarls, “You’ve been a bad boy, sweetheart.” she stabs her heels deeper, “And it’s time for the ultimate punishment.”  She twists his arms even more, “But, thankfully, your wife can find better...”  She shoves her breasts down with greater force.  “Just a little longer, and you’ll be as good as gone.”  Her pussy yanks on his cock almost to the breaking point.  “And don’t go hoping for a half-assed job. You’re not leaving this room with a beating heart...” He begins to shake and wiggle more fiercely, trying to break free. His screams still being muffled. After about a minute, his motions and screaming cease as he falls limp.

Snarling lightly, Starlight uses her magic to bring down a curved dagger from her wall of ‘toys’ and slides out a large bin from below her bed.  After making certain he was as good as dead, she wrapped the mess in plastic and tossed it into the trash chute.  Immediately bolting back to her room, she grabbed as much of her cash as she can carry and several of her special medications, especially the tiny bottle containing less than half a dozen pills, ones she can’t store for long and are too expensive to waste.  All the while her medication was wearing away, her body shrinking down until she was slim, downright petit instead of the buxom amazon her clients would recognize.  Her illusion decayed away leaving her an otherwise normal unicorn.  Tightening the buckles on her ‘armor’ and slipping proper clothes on top, the now very slim and tiny pony made a mad dash for the stairs, hoping to escape the gunfire or, worse, the cops.

Oddly enough, she had to note, is that she only heard one gunshot. She wasn’t certain why or where, but she had to go somewhere. Maybe go visit Mr. Silver. He would know what to do. She dashed into the stairway, running right into someone. “Watch it, asshole! I don’t have-” Her words died in her throat when she saw the Colt 45. in this stallions hand.

“Well look at what we have here. Some bitch with a lot of bags. What do you think, Soarin’?”

Soarin pulled the hammer back on the pistol, aiming it at her.

“You tell me, Silver?”