Cloak and Dagger: Breakdown
Chapter 1: Dancing Shadows
Cloak and Dagger: Breakdown
I always loved to watch from the side in a party, the way it’s occupants swayed and tumbled to the rhythm of the low beats that shook the floorboards of the house they were in. Maybe it was a unique jealousy that made me stare at their hooves so intently, or a sense of lost passion in myself.
After all, I can’t dance worth a shit.
But tonight, I watched the drunken ponies of the apartment block across the street with my eyes not for enjoyment or a possible hook up with a mare who I’d wake up next to the next morning with no memory of the night before. No, I was here to do work, along with my partner. I smile to myself as my eyes shift away from the large windows of the apartment and to my partners slender black coat and crimson eyes.
“What’s the plan, who are we after?” I ask almost mechanically to her, “You have the reigns this time Cloak.”
Cloak rolls her eyes at me, “If you’re going to make puns, please, at least make them good ones.” She pulls out a blueprint. On it was a full diagram of the apartment we were watching. She clicks a marker out, her red hue of magic softly humming around it.
“Our target is named Passing Glance, drug lord and arms dealer, he tends to throw parties and is… very sexually active.” She looks at me, making this part cute, part angry face at the word sexual.
“You thinking of using a disguise then?” I ask with a raised eyebrow “You fit the ticket for a good infiltration.”
“Of course I am Dagger. Why ask when you know exactly what I’m gonna do?” She snaps harshly. I chuckle a bit.
“I find it fun to push your buttons, what can I say?” I smirk a bit, “I’ll help you get in and out, like always.” I pull out a large blade from my belt.
“You brought Baby along?” She facehoofs, sighing loudly
“Now now, don’t judge, you’ll hurt her feelings” I pull the machete out, all 22 centimeters of finely sharpened kukri goodness. Etched on the side of the blade was simply the name “Baby.” I give the blade a kiss and return it to it’s holster.
“Weirdo”
“Rude ass. Let’s stop stalling and get this over with so we can celebrate your bloody birthday partner.” I smirk, puffing my wings out. I back up a little, then launch my body over the edge of the building, gliding down to a window and kicking it open. I use the last bit of momentum to roll myself into the apartment, hearing the roar of music and drunkenness fill my ears and body to the point it shook my ribs. I cover the window, hearing lighter hooves hit the floor and slowly walk away.
“Four-Forty-Five to Shadow.”
“Knock it off and do your job.” she says through the earpiece I had in. I snicker a bit, waltzing my way over to a corner, looking around. I saw a door with guard placements.
“Two skinnies, one big one, two in the back doing… something, can’t quite see it clearly.” I squint a bit. The three main guards were at post, but two others shuffled around behind a curtain. I could only guess what they were doing, and it wasn’t laundry.
“Copy, I see them, gonna go for crazy party girl.” Cloak says. I smirk, knowing good and well this was gonna be a good night. I walk into a ring of half drunk mares.
“Pardon.” I say to them, eliciting a group of light giggles as I felt uncoordinated hooves touch my body. I look at them, flashing a smile and giving them a wink, “Enjoying yourselves?”
“How can we not?” A smaller one says, her yellow hoof tracing a circle along my well toned legs.
“Care to follow me and have a little fun with my friends then?”
And with that, I had a distraction.
Cloak checked herself out in the mirror, the purple and red highlights shining beautifully in the limelight of the bathroom. She smiles and gets out a case of blue colored contacts, putting them in and blinking a bit so they adjusted over her iris correctly. She ruffles up her own hair and puts on her best drunk act. She stumbles out the door and into the party.
The stallions of the dancing mass of chaotic fun and beer began to stare, somewhat longingly, at her. They begin to move towards her, feeling brave or stupid. In Cloak’s mind, it never mattered. She gives them a harsh stare, making them back off as she makes her way to the door. Two pairs of hooves stop her, the guards eyeing her over.
“Sorry miss, can’t go in there,” one says, throwing her away.
“Aw. Come on guys.” She stumbles towards them, “Let a mare take a rest from all this dancing.”
“The Boss doesn’t want visit-”
“Let her in.” A blue stallion says, his eyes tracing up her figure with sickening accuracy and intrigue. He gives her a smile and steps out of the now open door. Cloak enters, a grin on her face as she drags her tail along his hindlegs flirtatiously.
“Thanks handsome.” She says with a delicate bedroom voice. She could see his excitement rising, hearing his heartbeat pick up with her sensitive ears. She lays on his bed and sighs. “So soft.”
“Good, I think your gonna spend more time on it than you think.” The stallion says, with a grin across his muzzle. He steps closer and flips her on her stomach, kissing her flank.
Then, as if the world blinked, a knife was shoved into his neck.
I carry my new troop of tipsy mares to the door, “Those colts need a little break, why don’t you all show them a good time, yeah?” I look at them, seeing them giggle but not hearing it oddly. They walk over and begin to dance on them, much to their visual pleasure. They follow the mares away from the door.
“Too easy.” I exclaim quietly, seeing my partner shutting the door and walking back to the window. I practically skip there, knowing our cover was secured.
“Easy Dagger, don’t trip.” she jokes. I smirk and lightly smack her arm..
“And how was your lover colt’s last moments?”
“Quick and easy”
“Splendid, after you” I hold the window open, pushing her out and hearing her scream as I rush down and catch her, giving a big flap and stopping our descent. She glares at me and hits me, which feels adorably light as she doesn’t enjoy hurting her only partner.
“To my apartment?” I ask, a smirk adorning my face. She sighs.
“Sure, but no drinks ok?” I chuckle and put a hoof over my heart.
“Swear on my mother’s grave”
Chapter 2: A Lesson in Light Weight Drinking
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Cloak and Dagger: Breakdown
Chapter 2: A Lesson in Light Weight Drinking
“You totally fell over just now.” I snort out, laughing at the tipsy Cloak who was stumbling about. It took three glasses of red wine to get her here, three glasses.
“I did not! Shut your mouth!” She snips, a little drool falling out and stretching from her muzzle, “I’m completely fine!”
“About as fine as a mouse in a trap. You can hardly stand straight goofball.” I chuckle and stand, helping her to my sofa. I look around my small apartment with a smile adorning my face at the humor in this situation. Now I just need to confuse the poor thing.
“Wait here for me Cloak, and try not to vomit over my new sofa, I wanna recline in it without the chunky bits.” I smile. She hiccups.
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Love you too.” I retort, going to my dresser and getting out my hologram projector. These little puppies are an Agency gem, first in it’s class to mix magic and metal so us sky and ground lovers can do the wizard stuff too. I trot back out and turn a dial for the hologram opacity to it’s highest setting.
I press the button and a hologram me appears to my right. It had next to nothing in emotion, but I think Cloak may be too drunk to notice slight details.
“Hey Cloak, you think I’m annoying by myself right?” I hold a snicker, knowing this would throw her off. “What about two?”
She stares at me and tilts her head a bit, mostly in confusion, a little bit in intrigue. She swivels her head and looks at my hologram before her face goes serious.
“Dagger, I’m not stupid, that’s a hologram.” I frown
There goes my fun for the night
“How do you know?”
“The gray of your coat is too light, it should be a darker gray, like wet flint. Your black mane is gray, entirely off. And the biggest problem is the eyes, they are magenta here, but no matter how many times I have to stare at your mug, all I can see afterwards are those blood red eyes of yours. It’s clearly a fake.” She looks at me with this smug, shit eating grin on her face. I applaud.
“Bravo, you told me what I see in the mirror when I’m taking my morning bath”
“And jacking off?”
“And jacking off.” I smirk at her.
Love you too, creep
I check my clock. A bright red two a.m. blinks it’s little colons at me, as if ticking away the remaining life I have. I sigh.
“You spending the night or just forget the time?” I ask her. She taps a hoof to her chin, then smiles.
“I’ll go home after you play a little game of Truth or Dare.”
“And if I say no?”
“I’m the one with the knife throwing skills, I’m sure a wine glass isn’t too hard to chuck at your head”
“Touche.”
I sit in a chair across from her in my weird, laid back position. I always hung my hind legs down off the seat and place my fore hooves along the arm rests. Kinda like a monkey, kinda like that weird mare who runs around talking about mythical creatures.
Never did get that one’s name…
“Truth or Dare?” My partner squeaks, her words mixed with a hiccup.
“Dare.”
“Dare you to flip the table.”
“I was planning on doing that when you began chucking objects at me.”
“Smart boy.”
“Yeah yeah.” I get back up and use a single hoof to launch the table over her head, feeling my bones shift. See, when you enlist, The Agency puts you through these tests, and for the sake of your sanity, you do them as quickly as possible.
“Lay down” the little mare says, pointing to a large metal bed. I look at her and to a shadow in the corner.
THE shadow. The one who I call Mask.
Mask is my supervisor slash completely psychotic bitch who ruined my whole fucking life. Like all of it.
I lay down and the little mare, whose name I still don’t know to this day, straps me to the table firmly.
“You may feel pressure and some pain.” she turns a saw blade on, “And some nausea.”
“Yeah, no shit” I say shakily as the blade slowly comes down to greet my chest.
“Dagger!” Cloak shouts
“I’m back.”
“Flashback?”
I nod at her. I smile at her.
“You ok? You look shaken.” She says with this worried expression. God I wish I could just tell you Cloak… all the horrible shit these messed up freaks put me through for the goal of perfection. That was what those cunts wanted, a perfected pony that they could use to wipe out other species and sentient life. Zebras, Changelings, Griffons. Gone, wiped out by these assholes. Only thing standing in their way was me.
I never really knew what I was signing up for, but damn it, when I found out, I did everything I could to set them back. Stealing, sabotaging, and even killing. The only good thing The Agency gave this world and to me was Cloak, guns, and technology. But underneath all that, they work around the clock to capture and test on innocent ponies, kill off anything that isn’t a pony, and do horrible shit to ponies for no reason and without them knowing.
I’ve spent three fucking years here, only three. And already want to puke from all the evil shit they’ve done. And it's not like I can simply quit either, at least, not without receiving a complimentary bullet to the skull.
“Hey Cloak, I think you better head home. Need me to walk you?” I ask. She raises a eyebrow.
“Uh… sure” she blushes.
She blushes…
The portal to Tartarus must’ve opened and the oceans froze over because that never ever happens. I poke her cheek.
“Why is your cheek discoloring?”
“A-alcohol.” she stutters out, barely keeping her composure.
“Right, and Celestia raises the moon now.” I joke at her.
“She used to.”
“Yeah, then the moon shat Luna back out and here we are.”
She giggles. I feel my heart skip a beat. She never laughs at my jokes either.
“Are you feeling ok Cloak? You’re acting odd.”
“Alcohol.”
I snicker a bit and help her up, carrying her to my door and going outside. Luna’s peaceful moonlight kissed our fur. Crickets chirped and fireflies whizzed by and taunted us with their glow, as if asking to be caught. I look at Cloak. It’s only been a year with her. At least, this her. That’s something I’d rather just forget. Too complicated to talk about false lives.
“It’s a beautiful night outside…” She coos to me. “Perfect mood for a pony that has no fear to make a move.”
“Was that a challenge?” I ask, eyeing her questionably.
“Maybe” she teasingly replies
I smirk and grab her.
“Ok”
Her eyes widen
“I was kidd-!”
And with that, our lips greeted each other. I held the kiss, waiting for her to pull away and give me a well deserved smack across my cheek.
But oddly it never came.
We kissed what seemed like several minutes, deepening it as time went by. I was surprised, Cloak must be incredibly drunk. I thought I blew my chance to be with her in more of a plain partnership a long time ago.
She breaks the kiss, breathing in and looking at me, and gives me the sweetest of words.
“If I remember that, your balls go on my wall.”
“Noted.”
And back to regular Cloak. I sigh. I was rather enjoying that moment, but it seems to have sailed off now. I keep walking, down the cobblestone path to her flat. She looks at me and gets her keys.
“Goodnight Dagger.”
“Night Cloak.”
She opens her door up, then stops. Suddenly, she was wrapped around me, kissing me again. I hardly saw how she got there. But honestly I didn’t give a shit.
I kiss back, enjoying this small moment with her, feeling her break the kiss.
“A proper goodnight.” She says, smirking and giving me a wink.
“Yeah, thanks.” And with that, her door closed.
I look out at the stone buildings of Canterlot, gleaming in the moonlight shadows. I walk a little, whistling a small tune. Something vania, can’t remember the name too well. But the tune was iconic to me, it sounded angry and vengeful. Two words to describe me coincidentally. I feel the eyes that watch me when I’m alone put their gaze on me again as I walked back home to start the next day.
Chapter 3: The Beautiful Flower and the Cage
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Chapter 3: The Beautiful Flower and the Cage
I yawn. Another sleepless night. Like always, another dream of me doing a horrible thing. I sigh and hop to my hooves, checking my clock.
“Welp… not late” I grab my gear and suit up, hiding a white number on my neck.
Four-Four-Five. My ‘name’ to these jack offs. I was nothing more than a number and a rat to them. Of course, Cloak doesn’t know or need to know this, I think it’d break her poor heart if she learned she wasn't working for the good guys.
I look outside at the city below, watching as the carts and ponies passed by. I’ve always loved this routine of watching others, maybe that’s why I’m perfect for this line of work, all we do is watch and kill ponies. On our off time we work and play and get brutally mutilated for another ‘harmless experiment’. And if we are not doing that, then we are probably no longer with the rest, sucking on worms underneath the ground.
I unlock and open my door, stepping into the streets of Canterlot. Ponies of colors and sizes pass me by, turning into a blur as my eyes focus on the openings between them as I snake my way through the crowd of chattering ponies. How easy this stuff is for them, the fact they go day to day without a thought as to who holds their strings. I regard it as stupidity, and on a off chance, cowardice.
I look around me at the old style buildings, centuries old and crumbling, yet sturdy and forever lasting. I admire their testing stance, wish my own resolve was like theirs. But alas, I am just a pony.
“Wow… I need to lay off the poetry” I mumble to myself, heading into the alley to my right, tracing my hoof along the left wall till it met a loose brick. I press it in, opening a small slide in the ground with a metal hatch underneath. I knock on it.
“Number” A voice says.
“Four-four-five” I reply.
I hear the click of a lock, giving it a heave as I pry the hatch open and jump down. My hooves stretch out and lightly graze the metal bars of the ladder down, smoothly sliding down it till I hit the floor of concrete. I sigh and look up, watching the hatch close and click hollowly above. Another day on the job. I crack my neck and stretch a bit.
“About time you came” A gruff voice says. I turn with a smirk.
“Always the impatient one Deadeye” I retort, tracing over his grey coat and red mane, “Spill any more blood yesterday? Or are you still on that break”
“Shut up you asshole, I take breaks because I’m the best killer these ponies got. The real Canterlot Sniper!” He chuckles. This egomaniac is in headliners because of a bullet he shot that passed through six consecutive skulls and killed all of them. I was rather surprised when I read the article to be honest, branding him as the ‘Canterlot Sniper’ and the ‘Crazed Deadeye’. I look at him.
“You do realize you almost got caught too right?”
“Not like you’ve been any different Dagger, you can hardly keep yourself from shredding the hell out ponies” he smirks. I roll my eyes at him. I CAN hold back, but NEED to do it.
“Better to know if a target is dead rather than guessing” I say simply.
“Right, and a .50 caliber bullet through that fleshy brain of yours isn’t a sure fire kill?”
“You disregard the fact that there are ways of stopping, slowing and muting bullet effects. Magic is still a remarkably high factor at play here” I pull him to my face, “So stop underestimating your foes, or you’re gonna end up dead”
“Right right, not even you can prevent your death at my hooves, so I’m not worried about dying anytime soon” he grins at me. I sigh and smile back.
“You’re a crazy nutjob Deadeye, never change” I hoofbump him, heading down the halls of the Agency base, to the Mess Hall.
And amazingly today, I’m not the second one here. I look around, glancing the crowd of rough looking ponies of all shapes and sizes. Nothing, no Cloak to be found. I impatiently tap the table with a hoof. I sure hope she doesn’t have a hangover from three glasses, that’d just be a pathetic way to go down.
“Hey” I hear my partner say, kinda sleepily. She sits down, straightening her mane out.
“You’re late” I say, “Which isn’t like you at all”
“Dagger, I just had a rough morning, cut me some slack”
“Did I ever say being late made me angry?” I say sternly. She smiles at me.
“You’re a fucking tease you big dick” I smile at this. She was lightening up to the fact I will never ever stop messing with her.
“So, did you grab a folder for us?” I ask.
“Yes, two missing mares. They just found a suspect and they need us to sneak in and secure the girls.”
“And kill the bastard I hope?”
“No, they said to lea-”
I cut her off “I’ll kill him anyways, no point in having that kind of scum just sitting around and terrorizing ponies”
“Ok…” She looks at me. I smile back at her and pat her back.
“Don’t worry, let’s just get moving”
And with that, we stand and set off for West Canterlot.
“What’s the situation down there?” I ask, looking at the white home, looking over it’s peeling paint job.
“Subject is leaving the house, folder says he usually hits up a diner down the road a couple blocks. If you go there, I’ll move inside and get the mares out” Cloak replies, looking at me. She smiles a bit at me.
“Sounds good partner, let’s go catch us a bad guy” I pat her back and glide down to the street.
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I watch Dagger fly down, taking a deep breath. I observe my options. Three entry points, a cellar door, the front and the back. I think for a moment. If I used the cellar, I’d have less time to get those mares out, but it mask my approach in case I’m not alone in that place. The front is the fastest route… but it’s really obvious. The back is faster than the cellar, but I’d probably have to pick the lock on it.
I touch a hoof to my chin. I pick up my stuff and hop down a water feeding pipe, sliding down it to ground level. I scurry across the street to the fence line, sliding along it silently. The sun beats down on my face.
“Well this is unnecessary…” I pop off the fence and roll to the cellar door, opening it slowly, stepping down the wooden staircase. I step down softly, hearing the wood creak and crack under my weight. I hold my step and breath and listen for any movement. Instead, I hear a soft cry, from a mare who sounded like she had lost her mind. I get to the bottom of the stairs, slinking through the dark swiftly and smoothly, almost like a shadow with no object to cling to. I come up to a door and open it softly, peeking into the room beyond it.
I saw three things: A lot of blood, a strange machine, and a barely teenage filly whimpering and crying on a metal table. She was strapped down and holding her hind legs together, preventing the weird looking machine from poking her… you know what. I rush over, using my knife to cleanly slice the leather restraints off her and yank her off the table.
The filly shivers in my grip.
“P-please don’t hurt me…” She manages to whimper out, clinging to me,”He’s already done enough… don’t make it worse”
I stroke her mane a bit, holding her to me protectively. Bastard… a filly? What sick demented asswipe does this shit to innocent fillies?
“What is your name?” I ask, look at her injuries. She had cuts and bruising. Whatever this sick stallion was doing, he was beating the poor thing to a pulp to achieve it.
“Posey…” she replies shakily, “My sister is in here, she is little…”
I blink, trying to process this. This stallion was targeting a family, for reason probably twisted and screwed up. I hug the filly.
“Go upstairs and wait for me, and if that stallion comes back, run as fast as you can, you hear me?”
She nods and scampers upstairs quickly. I sigh and head up the staircase, looking through the house. The walls were covered in nice art, and the place seemed clean. A perfect decoy to keep these two hidden from view. I run up the stairs, and see a door slightly ajar. In it, a small child, no more than seven years old is crying from it.
“Hey! No need to cry! I’m here to save you” I open the door. I hear the sound of metal rattling around as the filly starts to scream in terror.
“No! Please! No more!” she shouts at the top of her lungs, ripping her vocal cords apart audibly. I flick on the lights to reveal a horrific scene straight out of a horror film. A bloody wing, torn from the flesh and bone of a small child lay on the ground in the center of the room, in display of a old metal dog cage. In the cage, a battered and near mutilated filly sat, shaking with fear and terror at her own body and the new pony that walked in.
I blink at what laid before me. I felt sick to my stomach. I reel away and vomit outside the room, wiping away my hurl after the fact. This stallion was going to pay for everything he has done and will do. He’ll be behind bars if he isn’t dead after this horrific display of violence and murderous intent on these poor children. I growl a bit, hoping and praying Dagger fucks his face into the deepest pits of Tartarus.
I walk back into the room, floating my lock picking set from my small saddle bag.
“I’m gonna get you out of here, ok?” I ask to the little filly who, in quaking with fear, was also bleeding rapidly from a untended stump where one of her wings should be. I work the lock, hearing the sweet click that opened up the cage. I reach in for the filly, who scoots away from my hooves as best she can, trying to prevent further damage to herself.
“Honey, it’s ok, I’m gonna take you to a doctor and get you fixed up” I scoop her frail form up. She felt fragile, and as I manipulated her out of the cage, I felt tiny bones popping in and out of place through swollen patches of flesh. Her coat was drenched in her own blood, piss and fecal matter. She smelled of it too, poor thing. I pet her mane and get out my First Aid equipment. I always kept it on hoof in case Dagger got too brash.
I use a wipe to wipe down her wing stub, getting the dirt and grime away as best I could and apply a antibiotic ointment to it before applying a numbing agent and bandaging it up. I then go to work, cleaning and sewing her many cuts up. She flinches as the needle punctures her skin over and over, whimpering from the general pain she felt throughout her entire body.
“Cloak to Dagger” I call through my earbuds.
“Dagger here, you got any news?”
“This fucked up colt mutilated a filly and kidnapped a whole family of children for his fucked up needs. I want you to return the favor in full when you square off with him” I growl a bit, trying to keep the filly calm as the elder sister comes into the room and helps me. I smile at her help, she was being incredibly brave.
“Sounds good, I’ll keep a look out for him, and anyone else this asshole is after. Permission to rip and tear this colt a new one?”
“Granted. Recommended in fact.”
“Whoa, there is a side I’ve never seen” I look down. He was right, I never condoned unneeded brutality from him. But this stallion needed to suffer for all the misery and pain he put these fillies through. I wasn’t going to let him experience hell once, no, he gets to go through it twice, and suffer the brutal maiming of his living body at the hooves of my partner.
I grab the fillies and head downstairs, calling medical teams from my flip phone. I hear their sirens blare in the distance.
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I sigh, looking at the diner ahead of me. None of that shit I just heard from her meant anything close to good. Cloak never acts out of hatred unless something really bothers her, so whatever this stallion did must have been real fucked up.
Guess that gives me permission to ruin his day. I enter into the diner, sitting down next to a cute looking mare with a bright yellow mane and a orange coat. Circling around her, two emerald eyes stare back at me. I smile at her.
“Mind if I take a seat here?” I ask, making eye contact with her.
“N-no, go right ahead…” she mumbles, barely audible. She shies away from me, looking at a poster for missing fillies.
“Family?” I ask. Ladies and Gents, I think I just found our lovely assistant for today!
“Yeah, my sisters… they just disappeared one day. Have you seen them by chance?” She asks, a little bit of childish hope in her voice.
“Actually yes”
She looks down and nods “Oh, ok, it’s fine, not many do kn- what” she stares blankly at me. I smile.
“We actually saved them a few moments ago” I say. She looks absolutely bewildered, like she was hearing or seeing something for the first time.
“Where are they!?” She clings to me, getting into my face with a excited smile on her face. I chuckle.
“I’ll tell you if you help me with something. See, a stallion is going to enter the diner, looking for you” I press a hoof to her snout and lightly press it, “And I need you to help me pay for kidnapping and torturing your siblings”
She tilts her head, “Tortur-” I hush her quickly.
“Better if you see after this, it’ll make what I do to him make much more sense if you just play along now” I smirk, “Simply head towards the Colt’s bathroom when I bump your chest with my hoof, I’ll distract and enter the Mare’s side and wait till his perverted sense kicks in. I beat him to a quivering pile of flesh and bone, I take you to your sisters, we all go home happy” I smile. Quick, easy, effective. I look at her expression. She was thinking pretty hard about this for some reason, I hope I didn’t overload the poor thing’s brain.
“O-ok, just... promise me my sisters are safe?”
“As safe as a slide into base” She looks at me puzzled at my saying. I chuckle and order a drink from the waiter, turning in my seat as our target enters the scene. He was quite the looker, a greasy grey coat and slicked back black mane. Hell, this guy looked about as pedophile as you can get. He eyes up my mare, looking… very hungry for something. And I’m gonna take a wise guess it’s not a burger.
I press a hoof to the mare’s chest, standing up.
“Got a problem asshole?” I ask him sternly, sizing him up as the mare scampers to the back where the bathrooms are.
“What? No, not at all dude” He backs up a bit, probably from the considerable size I had on him currently.
“Why you eyeing up my girl?” I step closer, throwing the drink in his eyes, “Son of a bitch!”
I bring my self into a spin, quickly shoving my legs up into his chin, sending him to the floor. He grunts as he hits the ground, rubbing his face.
“The fuck dude?!” He yells as I move back into the crowd, swerving my way through ponies to the Mare’s restroom. I hear him yell how I’m a coward, which is rich coming from a full grown stallion who went down with a raised kick. I chuckle and head in, a mare was doing her makeup in there. Obviously, she was more than a little upset to have me there.
“What are you doi-!” I cover her mouth and shush her.
“No time to explain, run out of here and don’t come back in” I look here over, “And nice ass by the way”
She blushes and runs off. I head into a stall, locking it. I wait. Eventually sleaze ball will come in here looking to complete his set, I check my watch. I’ll give him five minutes to process his opportunity for a good bathroom rape. Too bad he is gonna draw the short straw today.
And as if on cue, the door opens, with the sound of a grumbling stallion searching around the stalls. He pushes on my door, rattling it loudly.
“Hey, come out, gotta clean this thing miss” He says. What a pathetic lie, I don’t think anypony would fall for that in a million years. I unlock the door and kick it open, sticking behind as I see him tackle air and hit the floor with a loud thud against the bathroom tiles.
“Ouchie, looks like you didn’t catch her bud” I go to my hind legs, reel my leg back and slam my hoof directly on the bridge of his nose, hearing a satisfying crunch as the cartilage and bone surrounding the area turns to a pulverized bone dust. I sigh in satisfaction. Picking him up by his head, watching the blood and broken cartilage fall from his nose.
He moans in pain.
“P-please… n-no” He holds his hooves up to block further attacks. I drop him to the floor, grabbing his forehoof. I bend it around his back, yanking it out of the socket so it gets there properly, eliciting a scream from him.
“Shut the fuck up!” I grab his mane and yank him to his hind legs, throwing him top the wall. He thuds against it, coming back to meet my hoof, which smacks him back into it, removing a few tiles from the wall. He yells in pain, falling to the ground quivering and curling into a ball. I chuckle.
“Enjoying your treatment?” I ask in a mocking voice, kicking him in the head, feeling his skull shake from the impact.
“Please stop!” he begs to me. I scoop him onto his back, grabbing his head.
“I’ll stop once we do something about that fetish of yours, you fucking lunatic.” I lift him and throw his whole body into the mirrors, shattering them, and watch his body fall into the ceramic sinks, unhinging them from the walls and shattering underneath him. He screams as glass and ceramic cut his body. I trot over, press a hoof to the back of his head and press down and slowly drag him across the fragments, digging them into his face slowly.
He screams for help, a desperate plea for someone to save him.
“They are not coming asshole, rush hour and soundproof walls. You’re stuck here.” I flip him on his back, admiring his mutilated face. I blink and smack a hoof to my cheek.
“My goodness, I almost forgot!” I grab a large shard of glass and my machete from its holster, “You got a couple of nasty looking cavities in there, I’ll be a good doctor and take them out as quickly as possible, free of charge”
He shakes his head, struggling to his feet. I grab his hind leg, shoving the glass fragment into his leg, just above the tougher part of the hoof. I dig around, hearing him scream louder and louder as I push it in deeper and deeper. Once I found the sweet vein I was looking for, I slam his hoof against the ground, cracking and chipping the underhoof and turning the glass into a array of razor sharp fragments. He slams a hoof to the ground, trying to channel the pain into the ground it seems as I scoop his leg back up and knead it, massaging the glass around, rendering his leg completely useless.
I smile to myself.
“Now” I hover the machete over his muzzle,”Say ah!”
He shakes his head, right up until I pull my pistol out and press the muzzle to his ballsack. His eyes widen and his mouth shoots open. I smile and slam the tip of my blade onto one of the teeth, digging into the gum.
“This one is for the first girl” I dig under the tooth, feeling the root disconnect from the gumline as I yank it back and pop the first tooth out.
“This is for the other” I repeat down lower, digging and cutting his jaw up until the tooth popped out and onto the now red tinted tiles.
“This is for the trouble” Another one.
“And this is for the hell of it” I dig way back, digging for a molar tooth. He struggles and cries in intense pain, begging and choking on his blood. I feel it release and pull it out, showing him it.
“Good job! Now, for the goodie bag” I smack a hoof down on his groin, causing him to vomit across the ground as his nuts go up into his throat. I take a step back and admire my art. I sniffle a bit, dabbing my eyes with a cloth.
“Historical, this is true art Dagger, very well done” I pat myself on the back and grab him by his mane, dragging him out the bathroom and through the side door, leaving a trail of blood and chunky vomit as my only trace.
That and the bathroom.
I place him by a tree, trotting back into the diner and into the Colt’s restroom, washing up.
“You're safe to come out… I never caught your name sweetheart” I turn, finding myself embraced by the mare. She looks at me with her big eyes.
“Lily”
I return to base after giving Lily my cell, had to make sure she and her sisters stayed alright after all of this. As for the asswipe I’m currently dragging in, he is getting quite a few stares from co workers. Some look impressed, others horrified, others… aroused. Note to self: Never get a office job here.
I throw him into a chair inside our waiting room, sitting next to him and wrapping a hoof around his shaking form. He whimpers and mumbles something, but his extremely swollen gums make it hard for his to say anything.
“I hear ya, real tough day” I smile, “Feel lucky you lived through all that”
He whimpers. Cloak enters the room, staring him down with her special ‘you’re going to die’ look.
“Learn something today?” she asks him. He nods and receives a hard smack across the left cheek, making him scream as the cut up gums tear more.
“Throw him in containment and let the fucking company handle the rest” she says, anger in her voice.
“My pleasure” I drag him to his hooves, throwing him into a cell room and locking it on him, turning to my partner.
“Home?”
“Yes, the faster, the better” She replies.
