Ditzy's Revenge

Ditzy was happily humming to herself a tune that always cheered her up. Even in the darkest of times it brought a gleeful smile to her face.

She slapped a stamp onto a package and dropped it down a shoot, which led to a basket that another mailmare took away. The Pegasus leaned over the counter and supported her head with her hoof.

Slowly, her eyes drifted apart. She found herself looking at a stamp machine and, on the other side of the room, stacks of empty boxes that the customers could ship their things in. She couldn't help this odd bodily function. Only if she focused really, REALLY hard then her eyes would come back together. And even if she did look kinda stupid, she was as smart as any other Pegasus.

Her eyes raised to meet a tall, brown, strong-looking pony. "Um, hello sir. How can I help you?" asked Ditzy in her most polite voice. The pony growled, "I sent for a letter to be sent days ago, but when I keep checking, it's not sent!" "I-I'm sorry, sir. I'll see to it right away." replied Ditzy. "You said that the last time. AND the time before that." hissed the customer. "And it's still here." "I don't want to anger you anymore, but being a mailmare is a very tiring job and there are a lot of others out there who need important mail to be sent out to oth---"

Her sentence was interrupted by the pony grabbing her shoulders and flinging her onto the floor. She let out a whirl of breath as her side hit the solid surface. She propped her upper body on one hoof and looked up at the stallion towering above her. "What was that for!" she hissed, all of her emotions starting to free themselves. "For being a low-life, sorry excuse for a Pegasus!" hissed the stallion.

He kicked her back to the floor. Then her pulled her to her knees and started punching her in the face repeatedly. Blood spurted onto the floor and leaked down the pony's hooves and Ditzy's face and neck while her body took the abuse. After the attacker was satisfied with that, he threw the helpless mailmare back to the floor and stomped out with a huff.

The Pegasus curled up into a ball and sank her bloodied face into her hooves. She began crying silently into them, tears making a small puddle around her head. What did she ever do to deserve this horrible attention? Just because her eyes were weird didn't mean she had to get beat up for it!

After an hour or so, Ditzy found the strength to get to her hooves and stumble back behind the counter. She grabbed the printer and threw it onto the floor with a violent crash, snapping its wires. Then she stared at its broken body for a while longer before she left the post office, locking the door behind her.

Then she took to the skies, not wanting anypony to see her mangled face. When she arrived at her house, she opened the door and rushed straight up to her room, not even saying hi to her children.

She slammed the door behind her and looked in the bathroom mirror. Her face looked like somepony had driven a knife in the roof of her mouth and then forced it through her skull and then pushed it through the space above her left eye. She looked hideous.

She wet a towel and started to gently tap her face with it, letting the towel soak up the excess blood. After half an hour of cleaning and wincing, she rinsed the towel and took another look at her face. Okay, it seemed a good length better. She put on a few Band-Aids and left her black eye sticking out. She didn't care if anypony questioned how it got there. She was used to it.

She dragged herself downstairs, where her kids gasped in horror. "Don't ask. Just another stallion." muttered Ditzy. "Mommy! Why do you keep letting them hurt you!" cried Dinky. "Do something about it!" said Sparkler. Ditzy opened her mouth to say the same thing every week, but then a sudden spark of inspiration coursed through her. A smile split her face.

"Oh I will do something about it. Something that no other pony can imagine doing!" she announced, moving her forehooves in patterns for added drama. "Like what?" asked her children, eager to hear the price those worthless low-lifes would pay. "I will do something so horrific that anypony who DARES insult me again will immediately regret it." whispered their mother.

She described her plan, her kids listening to every second of it. When she finished, both children had looks of pure excitement on their faces.

"This will go perfectly." muttered Ditzy with a grim smile. "But, you're actually gonna---" Ditzy silenced Sparkler with a hoof. "Yes, and you two must tell NOPONY." she whispered. Both children nodded slowly. "But how are we gonna pull it off?" questioned Dinky.

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Ditzy soared high in the sky, scanning the town below. She was looking for that stallion who attacked her in the post office. Suddenly, the familiar-looking figure came into view. That was him. Ditzy swooped down until she was hovering just above him.

He stopped walking and looked up to meet the Pegasus. "Hello, pony." she greeted monotonously. "Oh, it's YOU again." sighed the enemy. "Back for more?" "In fact, I am." stated Ditzy. "Wait, WHAT?"

Instead of answering this question, Ditzy lunged at him and pummeled him to the ground. Then she pinned him on his back and, with one hard hoof to the face, knocked him out with a bloody splatter and a flying tooth.

"Now, the next part is gonna be hard." said Ditzy. She lugged him onto her back and managed to bring herself into the air. She struggled all the way home with the pony's weight on her spine. She eventually arrived at her house and dumped his unconscious body onto the floor.

"This is him?" asked Dinky, running up to his body with her older sister. Their mom nodded. "Let me do all the work." she said. "You just do whatever you want in here, okay?" Her children nodded with smiles on their faces.