Liarjack goes to the dentistby PegaSisterChaptersThe realizationIs this real life?Uhh....yeah, about that....The realizationLiarjack goes to the dentist By Pegasister Liarjack sat in the small room, snuggling her haunches deep into the cottony couch she was planted onto. A sterile smell of toothpaste and disinfectants filled her nostrils, as the chilly air blasted her face in short bursts. Varieties of posters hung on the wall, ranging from cheesy slogans, like ‘Brush Everyday!’ to a whole diagram of a ponies jaw line, complete with shimmery, pearly teeth resting on top of shiny pink gums. Small teeth models adorned the glossy table placed in front of her, as the soft, stringy carpet tickled the sensitive bottoms of her hooves. Ah didnt’ realize mah teeth were THAT bad, Liarjack thought, Not that they ever were. Cooking up hundreds of lies she could potentially use, she ran a slimy tongue over her dirtied teeth. She didn’t exactly brush every day, unlike other ponies, and was, finally, forced into a treatment by Rarity, who had noticed the yellowing plaque growing on the fronts of her teeth. As Liarjack’s thoughts trailed off, the bony white door flung open, and a female unicorn slowly trotted out. She had a minty coat, which slowly faded into white at her hooves. Her tooth paste colored hair was wisped into a loose bun on top of her head, sporting two pencils expertly jabbed into the base. Her cuite mark was a wide, toothy grin, similar to her own. “Ms. Applejack?” The dentist called uselessly, for Liarjack was the only pony in the compact room. Liarjack’s pupils dilated, but her irises remained the same size. “No Applejack here.” She fibbed, but the nurse gave her a reassuring grin. “Don’t fret; everypony gets nervous during their first treatment.” She told Liarjack, as she observed her dilating pupils, “Err… you might want to see an eye doctor after your appointment….” “Ah don’t need no eye doctor, and ahm’ NOT nervous!” Liarjack stated, her eyes performing their signature shifty darting. “Well…. My name is Pearly and I will be your dentist today.” She grinned, noting Liarjack’s annoyed eye roll. Great, we’ll have to do this the hard way, she sighed, motioning to the bleached doors with a hoof. Liarjack cautiously got up, and she shiftily approached the starchy doors. After being ushered down a long hall, and finally, to a stout maple door, Liarjack found her seated in the plastic dentists chair. Pearly gently levitated a small surgical mask to her snout, as well as a pair of professional looking glasses. “Let me just get a look at your teeth…. Open wide please.” Pearly said, her voice muffled slightly by the mask. Liarjack cautiously opened her mouth, as Pearly began a full look over in her mouth. Her eyes grew substantially wide, as she asked the question that Liarjack feared. “Do you brush your teeth?” “Yes ah most certainly do!” Liarjack spat, narrowing her eyes. “Your teeth are dangerously worn down to the enamel. Do you eat foods that are high in acidity, like sugary foods.” Her eyes stared daggers into Liarjack’s, causing her to flinch. “Ah don’t know what your talkin ‘bout.” Liarjack lied, her eyes, yet again performing their ritual darting motions. “You’re lying.” Pearly flatly told her, “I can see it in your eyes.” Liarjack gulped, as cold sweat poured down her face. “Now let’s get started.” Pearly confidently stated, levitating two tools towards Liarjack’s clamped mouth. She gulped again, realizing resistance was futile, and was forced to prop her jaw wide open. Pearly, then began the grueling task of scraping her patients teeth of their disgusting covers. Is this real life?Pearly scooted back, admiring her hard work. Liarjack’s teeth were now scraped of their filmy coating, and were prepped for cleaning. The dentist took some time to furiously breathe in some fresh air, finally free from Liarjack’s putrid breath. Her mouth smelled of a rotten mixture of apples and an assortment of sweets, proving Pearly’s point. She doesn’t brush, that liar Pearly furiously thought, prepping the cleaning tools necessary for the treatment. Liarjack sprang up, and arched her back like a hissing cat, “What in Equestria do you plan on doin with that?” “It’s just a chemical that will help clean your teeth, Celestia knows you need that.” Pearly quickly clamped her jaw shut, and cursed to herself on the inside. “What did you say? Ahll pound you into ah pulp!!” Liarjack flailed her hooves, one coming dangerously close to the shrinking pony, who had slunk over towards a very appealing metallic speaker on the wall. “Code brown! CODE BROWN!!!!” Pearly desperately screamed into the speaker, grabbing a small gas mask off of the wall. Sirens filled the room, and a white powder slowly descended from an unforeseeable point in the ceiling. Liarjack screamed in confusion, and possibly horror. She grew lightheaded, and felt her knees begin to buckle and keel underneath her body, it was as if she were a ship being shattered by a cannonball. Then the giggling started, small and slow at first, but eventually growing into chest-heaving cries of some unknown happiness. After a good amount of time, the air vents sucked the last of the strange dust out of the room, and Pearly gently removed her mask, hanging it back onto its nook. Carefully supporting her body weight, she gingerly placed Liarjack back into the chair, and prepped for the rest of the job ~~*~*~*~~*~~*~*~*~~ “Is this real liiiiife?” Liarjack slurred, drool rolling out of the corner of her slacked jaw. “Yes, sweetie, now hold still.” Pearly responded, gently dabbing the drool away with Liarjack’s paper bib. She had to admit, the laughing powder really was an ingenious invention. She grinned, as she prepped for the next step. Liarjack’s mouth was filled with the sweet minty taste of the flavored chemical, and little grains of the chemical also resided in her teeth and tongue. By grinding her teeth together, she could successfully feel her teeth running smoothly together, for a change. “How do you feel?” Pearly aimlessly asked, while rooting through the industrial cabinets. She expected no reply, or at least not the true reply. She really is a wild card; she chuckled inwardly, and then stopped. “Ah…. Feel….Terrible” Liarjack spaced out, the drugs being more potent than expected. Pearly could hear the pleasant tone in her voice, and knew she was lying. There’s no fixing you, she sighed, and readied the filling chemicals. Carefully positioning the tool above Liarjack’s tooth, she prayed for the best, and began to drill. ~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~~ Liarjack barley felt the drill as it burrowed through her tooth, and certainly didn’t taste the sour tang of the blasted chemical **as it was injected into her tooth. She just daydreamed on and on about the universe, and about how high she was now. “Ghubb…luhrrr shuuu.” Liarjack spat, as Pearly stared at her. “Please don’t talk.” She said, the sugary garnish on her words only masking her frustration. She set back to work, and had successfully filled three of the eight cavities present in the work ponies’ mouth. Sighing, she set back to work. ~~*~~*~*~~~*~**~~*~ **** I speak from experience, that chemical tastes like crap :P Uhh....yeah, about that....Liarjack ran a pink tongue over her newly cleaned teeth. Grinning madly, she practiced many angle shots of her mouth in the mirror. Well, ah shure do look good! She thought, her pearly teeth now glistening, despite their previous condition. Too bad that darn lady was a pain in mah side the whole darned time! It was true, Liarjack had developed a strong disliking for the minty mare, despite the excellent job she had done. Her teeth, once yellow and dull with horrid plaque, now sat in pretty, pearly rows among her freshly scrubbed gums. The apple-tainted odor had long since vanished, and all that remained was a cool, fresh, minty odor. Ah could get used to this! Her admiration was interrupted, as the familiar crunching of wood filled the tiny bathroom she occupied. "APPLEJACK! WHAT IN THE HAY DID YAH DO?" Big Macintosh cried, his baritone voice replaced the wooden symphony. "Hold your hay big bro! Ah'll be down in a minute!" Liarjack responded, rolling her eyes. Like she would be going down there, when she still had more teeth to admire. "NOW!" He bellowed. Liarjack gulped, and cautiously pried the wooden door open a centimeter at a time. She tiptoed down the creaky stairs, and extended her neck around the corner to the direction of the kitchen. Broken splinters of wood were scattered messily onto the floor, of various sizes. The dining table, or what was left of the dining tabe, lay in a splintered mess, a long crack running comically through the center. Big Macintosh was fuming right next to it, a slip of paper clenched in his powerful jaw. He spotted Liarjack, and immediately barreled in her direction. She sheepishly grinned as he came muzzle-to-muzzle with her sweating face. "Uhh.... hay big bro! Whats tha matter?" She said, her voice breaking. Cold sweat trailed down her forehead, as she gulped again. "You tell me." He snarled, giving her the slip of paper. Dentistry Bill was printed neatly across the top, and a jumble of numbers adorned the bottom. Her eyes bulged, as she trailed to the grand total. "Uhh..." She squeaked, Big Mackintosh stared at her with his once friendly eyes, now filled with rage, "...I can explain?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, Liarjack, you crazy filly. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this short story, and I'm very sorry for my lack of detail/awesomeness. I'm not that skilled of a writer. Thank you all for reading! Have a merry Christmas!
The realizationLiarjack goes to the dentist By Pegasister Liarjack sat in the small room, snuggling her haunches deep into the cottony couch she was planted onto. A sterile smell of toothpaste and disinfectants filled her nostrils, as the chilly air blasted her face in short bursts. Varieties of posters hung on the wall, ranging from cheesy slogans, like ‘Brush Everyday!’ to a whole diagram of a ponies jaw line, complete with shimmery, pearly teeth resting on top of shiny pink gums. Small teeth models adorned the glossy table placed in front of her, as the soft, stringy carpet tickled the sensitive bottoms of her hooves. Ah didnt’ realize mah teeth were THAT bad, Liarjack thought, Not that they ever were. Cooking up hundreds of lies she could potentially use, she ran a slimy tongue over her dirtied teeth. She didn’t exactly brush every day, unlike other ponies, and was, finally, forced into a treatment by Rarity, who had noticed the yellowing plaque growing on the fronts of her teeth. As Liarjack’s thoughts trailed off, the bony white door flung open, and a female unicorn slowly trotted out. She had a minty coat, which slowly faded into white at her hooves. Her tooth paste colored hair was wisped into a loose bun on top of her head, sporting two pencils expertly jabbed into the base. Her cuite mark was a wide, toothy grin, similar to her own. “Ms. Applejack?” The dentist called uselessly, for Liarjack was the only pony in the compact room. Liarjack’s pupils dilated, but her irises remained the same size. “No Applejack here.” She fibbed, but the nurse gave her a reassuring grin. “Don’t fret; everypony gets nervous during their first treatment.” She told Liarjack, as she observed her dilating pupils, “Err… you might want to see an eye doctor after your appointment….” “Ah don’t need no eye doctor, and ahm’ NOT nervous!” Liarjack stated, her eyes performing their signature shifty darting. “Well…. My name is Pearly and I will be your dentist today.” She grinned, noting Liarjack’s annoyed eye roll. Great, we’ll have to do this the hard way, she sighed, motioning to the bleached doors with a hoof. Liarjack cautiously got up, and she shiftily approached the starchy doors. After being ushered down a long hall, and finally, to a stout maple door, Liarjack found her seated in the plastic dentists chair. Pearly gently levitated a small surgical mask to her snout, as well as a pair of professional looking glasses. “Let me just get a look at your teeth…. Open wide please.” Pearly said, her voice muffled slightly by the mask. Liarjack cautiously opened her mouth, as Pearly began a full look over in her mouth. Her eyes grew substantially wide, as she asked the question that Liarjack feared. “Do you brush your teeth?” “Yes ah most certainly do!” Liarjack spat, narrowing her eyes. “Your teeth are dangerously worn down to the enamel. Do you eat foods that are high in acidity, like sugary foods.” Her eyes stared daggers into Liarjack’s, causing her to flinch. “Ah don’t know what your talkin ‘bout.” Liarjack lied, her eyes, yet again performing their ritual darting motions. “You’re lying.” Pearly flatly told her, “I can see it in your eyes.” Liarjack gulped, as cold sweat poured down her face. “Now let’s get started.” Pearly confidently stated, levitating two tools towards Liarjack’s clamped mouth. She gulped again, realizing resistance was futile, and was forced to prop her jaw wide open. Pearly, then began the grueling task of scraping her patients teeth of their disgusting covers.
Is this real life?Pearly scooted back, admiring her hard work. Liarjack’s teeth were now scraped of their filmy coating, and were prepped for cleaning. The dentist took some time to furiously breathe in some fresh air, finally free from Liarjack’s putrid breath. Her mouth smelled of a rotten mixture of apples and an assortment of sweets, proving Pearly’s point. She doesn’t brush, that liar Pearly furiously thought, prepping the cleaning tools necessary for the treatment. Liarjack sprang up, and arched her back like a hissing cat, “What in Equestria do you plan on doin with that?” “It’s just a chemical that will help clean your teeth, Celestia knows you need that.” Pearly quickly clamped her jaw shut, and cursed to herself on the inside. “What did you say? Ahll pound you into ah pulp!!” Liarjack flailed her hooves, one coming dangerously close to the shrinking pony, who had slunk over towards a very appealing metallic speaker on the wall. “Code brown! CODE BROWN!!!!” Pearly desperately screamed into the speaker, grabbing a small gas mask off of the wall. Sirens filled the room, and a white powder slowly descended from an unforeseeable point in the ceiling. Liarjack screamed in confusion, and possibly horror. She grew lightheaded, and felt her knees begin to buckle and keel underneath her body, it was as if she were a ship being shattered by a cannonball. Then the giggling started, small and slow at first, but eventually growing into chest-heaving cries of some unknown happiness. After a good amount of time, the air vents sucked the last of the strange dust out of the room, and Pearly gently removed her mask, hanging it back onto its nook. Carefully supporting her body weight, she gingerly placed Liarjack back into the chair, and prepped for the rest of the job ~~*~*~*~~*~~*~*~*~~ “Is this real liiiiife?” Liarjack slurred, drool rolling out of the corner of her slacked jaw. “Yes, sweetie, now hold still.” Pearly responded, gently dabbing the drool away with Liarjack’s paper bib. She had to admit, the laughing powder really was an ingenious invention. She grinned, as she prepped for the next step. Liarjack’s mouth was filled with the sweet minty taste of the flavored chemical, and little grains of the chemical also resided in her teeth and tongue. By grinding her teeth together, she could successfully feel her teeth running smoothly together, for a change. “How do you feel?” Pearly aimlessly asked, while rooting through the industrial cabinets. She expected no reply, or at least not the true reply. She really is a wild card; she chuckled inwardly, and then stopped. “Ah…. Feel….Terrible” Liarjack spaced out, the drugs being more potent than expected. Pearly could hear the pleasant tone in her voice, and knew she was lying. There’s no fixing you, she sighed, and readied the filling chemicals. Carefully positioning the tool above Liarjack’s tooth, she prayed for the best, and began to drill. ~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~~ Liarjack barley felt the drill as it burrowed through her tooth, and certainly didn’t taste the sour tang of the blasted chemical **as it was injected into her tooth. She just daydreamed on and on about the universe, and about how high she was now. “Ghubb…luhrrr shuuu.” Liarjack spat, as Pearly stared at her. “Please don’t talk.” She said, the sugary garnish on her words only masking her frustration. She set back to work, and had successfully filled three of the eight cavities present in the work ponies’ mouth. Sighing, she set back to work. ~~*~~*~*~~~*~**~~*~ **** I speak from experience, that chemical tastes like crap :P
Uhh....yeah, about that....Liarjack ran a pink tongue over her newly cleaned teeth. Grinning madly, she practiced many angle shots of her mouth in the mirror. Well, ah shure do look good! She thought, her pearly teeth now glistening, despite their previous condition. Too bad that darn lady was a pain in mah side the whole darned time! It was true, Liarjack had developed a strong disliking for the minty mare, despite the excellent job she had done. Her teeth, once yellow and dull with horrid plaque, now sat in pretty, pearly rows among her freshly scrubbed gums. The apple-tainted odor had long since vanished, and all that remained was a cool, fresh, minty odor. Ah could get used to this! Her admiration was interrupted, as the familiar crunching of wood filled the tiny bathroom she occupied. "APPLEJACK! WHAT IN THE HAY DID YAH DO?" Big Macintosh cried, his baritone voice replaced the wooden symphony. "Hold your hay big bro! Ah'll be down in a minute!" Liarjack responded, rolling her eyes. Like she would be going down there, when she still had more teeth to admire. "NOW!" He bellowed. Liarjack gulped, and cautiously pried the wooden door open a centimeter at a time. She tiptoed down the creaky stairs, and extended her neck around the corner to the direction of the kitchen. Broken splinters of wood were scattered messily onto the floor, of various sizes. The dining table, or what was left of the dining tabe, lay in a splintered mess, a long crack running comically through the center. Big Macintosh was fuming right next to it, a slip of paper clenched in his powerful jaw. He spotted Liarjack, and immediately barreled in her direction. She sheepishly grinned as he came muzzle-to-muzzle with her sweating face. "Uhh.... hay big bro! Whats tha matter?" She said, her voice breaking. Cold sweat trailed down her forehead, as she gulped again. "You tell me." He snarled, giving her the slip of paper. Dentistry Bill was printed neatly across the top, and a jumble of numbers adorned the bottom. Her eyes bulged, as she trailed to the grand total. "Uhh..." She squeaked, Big Mackintosh stared at her with his once friendly eyes, now filled with rage, "...I can explain?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, Liarjack, you crazy filly. Well, I hope you all enjoyed this short story, and I'm very sorry for my lack of detail/awesomeness. I'm not that skilled of a writer. Thank you all for reading! Have a merry Christmas!
