Monster's Curse: Another Choice

by Fuzzyfurvert

Chapter 17

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Go for the Iron Pot

Tame made up his mind. He needed to be fast—while her back was still turned—to grab the pot and knock the mare cold. If he was going to go back to town with his reputation as a monster tamer intact, he needed to bag one, and why not bring home something nice to look at while he was at. He dived to the side and grabbed the wooden handle of the large pot. It was heavier than he expected, and made a loud metallic screech noise when he yanked it out of the pile of dirty dishes.

Filthy porcelain dishes and small pans went flying as Tame rounded back on the creature. She jerked up at the sound, leaning back and away from the oven, the baking pan in her hand spilled steaming fresh cookies all over the floor. He raised the iron pot in both hands over his head, lunging forward to strike, when Pinkie’s mouth opened.

Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and Tame noticed her tongue was black and lined with segmented ridges like a worm. The odd looking tongue shot out of Pinkie’s mouth in the blink of an eye, reaching impossible length and wrapping itself around his wrists. Her tongue tentacle pulled hard at him, throwing off his balance and forcing him to drop the heavy pot. It bounced off the floor, the tiles under it spider webbing with cracks.

“Somepony is a naughty boy!” Pinkie giggled and lifted Tame off the floor, his hooves kicking fruitlessly. With her freakish tongue extended, Pinkie’s lower jaw split down the middle and opened like flower, the insides of which were lined with sharp looking barbs. Two more wet segmented tongues spilled from her throat and wrapped themselves around his waist and legs.

Pinkie’s weird vertical lips kept moving with surprising dexterity, her voice sounding almost normal. “Nopony gets the drop on Pinkie Pie! I was going to share them with you, sheesh! All I wanted was a smile and you go and attack me. Now I’m going to need to make a whole new batch, you big dumb dumb.” She shook her head, and put her fist on her ample hips. “Oh well, never let a warm oven go to waste, that’s what Granny Pie always used to say.”

The next thing Tame knew, the tentacles holding him aloft flexed, tossing him into the open, blazing hot oven the cookies had just been pulled from. The red hot stone seared his coat, his clothes starting to smolder almost immediately. The door slammed shut on his screams. The last thing he saw, through the tiny window in the door, was Pinkie Pie lifting one of the fallen treats to her mouth and taking a bite.


Author's Note

Respawn!

Start Over!

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