Name: Brick Layer

Session Number: 6

“Hiya, Doc!” Brick greeted happily.

“Hey, Brick. You seem a lot better than last time,” I observed as he trotted through the door, “but you look a little tired.”

“I was a bit busy the last few days,” he answered as I followed him into the sitting room.

“You’re also a few days early. You do know walk-in’s are more expensive, right?” I asked as I watched him get a little too comfortable.

“That’s not a problem, Doc! I’m a new stallion now!” he said, all smiles.

“Oh?” I replied as I picked up my stuff and sat down, “What happened?”

“Well, I got rid of Violet Rain!” My hand stopped before it could even start.

“…Got rid of? Don’t you mean left?”

“Left, got rid of; who cares? All that matters is she’s out of my life!”

“…I kind of care. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

“Well, it started just after I saw you last time. I went to the bar and met up with some friends and we just got wrecked. As we were stumbling down the street trying to get to one of our houses, we met one of the stallions that was gangbanging Violet. He told me how sorry he was and that she didn’t tell them she had me, like I expected. I didn’t blame the guy, Violet was a nice piece of ass and-”

“Was?”

“-and I’d do the same if I were him. He eventually told me that he knew her back in college and had a reputation for doing what she was doing to me and that he had fallen for it. You could say we’re brothers in cuckold.”

“Jesus.”

“After that night, we would hang out and complain about how much of a bitch she was over drinks and maybe another mare, but we eventually got an idea.”

“…Yeah?”

“What if we got rid of her? Make it so nopony else would have to suffer at the hooves of her twisted thinking. So, we made a plan; he would meet up with her again under the pretense of bucking. He would persuade her to try something new, something that involved a blindfold and rope-”

“Alright Brick, I think I-”

“-once she’s tied up, I would be the one to buck her-”

“Oh.”

“-and slit her throat in the middle of it.”

“Jesus Christ Brick!”

“As she slowly bleeds to death, I would pull the blindfold off and watch her eyes shrink at the sight of me. Then she would truly know what it’s like to be stabbed in the back.”

“… Fucking hell, Brick… I don’t-” My attention was suddenly pulled away by the loud sound of banging at my door.

“Open up! This is the Royal Guard! We have reason to believe a murderer is hiding out here!”

“Wait,” I muttered as I slowly looked at Brick with wide eyes, “you actually did that?!”

“That bitch had it coming!” he yelled.

“Alright, we’re breaking the door down!” the guard warned half-a second before the door exploded and guards swarmed my loft, “Get down on the floor!” I instantly complied, jumping out of my chair, throwing myself to the floor, and putting my hands on the back of my head.

“Sir, you’ve got nowhere else to run and we have your accomplice! I’m not going to ask again!” the guard yelled at Brick.

“She had it coming!” Brick screamed, “That bitch deserved it!”

“Alright, hit ‘em!” the guard said before I felt a strange tingling in the air followed by a heavy thud in front of me. Looking up, I was met with Brick’s frozen and pained face before it was covered in a magical glow and carried out of my line of sight.

“It’s alright now, Sir. You can get up,” a guard said to me. With a sigh I slowly got to my feet and looked towards my door, catching Brick being levitated out of my home.

“I’m sorry you had to be a part of this,” the guard apologized, drawing my attention to him, “the crown will compensate you for the door and whatever possible trauma you’ve suffered.”

“…Just the door with be fine,” I said as I picked up the papers I dropped, “it wasn’t that bad.”

“…This isn’t the first time this has happened, is it?” he asked.

“You have no idea.”

“…Once again, I’m sorry for the intrusion. I’ll see myself out.”

Final Observations: Either the pony mind isn’t as resilient as I thought, or Brick was that badly affected by what Violet Rain did to him. Whether or not she deserved it, I can’t say, but it’s nice to know the Crown does a good job of keeping some semblance of peace around here. Poor Violet Rain. She may have had it coming, but she didn’t deserve death. No one does.

Author's Note

What a twist! But not really. Kinda mad this was the best I could come up with for this chapter, but the next one involving murder will hopefully be better. Sorry I'm not a sociopath, but anyone who just might be, let me know what you've got. I'm not judging.