Anesthesia

CHAPTER 4

"Wakey wakey shake and bakey, sweet cheeks."
The red pony awoke to 3 dragons poking her feet.

The one that poked her was skinny and brown
and wore a purple hoodie, and sunglasses that were round.

Those glasses had some white writing on both lenses.
It said "FUCK YEAH" and were very big & dense...

There were 2 more dragons, one white with a blue sweater
and the other was orange who wore just jeans in this hot weather.

"Das right. Wake up. What the fuck are you doing here?
Yo' on ah turf." He said with a sneer.

What did he say? "He's gotta be kidding..."
"I can't move. My legs won't do a thing-"

"Then how joo get hea? Ah bet joo walked."
"I don't know...I woke up...on that pile." She can barely talk.

"Oh yeeeaaaah! That pile! Yeah, you seeeee, this is ah turf
and you went into this alley. So it means you wanna get hurt."

Her gold eyes went wide with fear.
Her heart raced. "No...not again. Not here!"

She began to scramble and tried to get up
but the brown dragon's foot pushed her back onto her butt.

"Too late, bitch. You're about to become one of them."
The orange dragon gargled up some phlegm

and spat it at her. She pleaded "Wai-wa-wait!"
But to no avail. Attempts to escape were in vain.

These dragons had superior strength and speed.
They grabbed her damaged flailing hooves and didn't heed

her screams as she was lifted off the ground
and tossed further into the alley were she was found.

She backed away as far as the alley allowed
and quickly, she stole a glance around.

Looking up, she saw nothing but sky.
"How did I get here? Did I fall? How?... and why?"

These thoughts only lasted 2 seconds flat.
The dragons had sported weapons: a spiked belt, a metal pole and a baseball bat.

The mangled filly cowered in the corner.
She couldn't put up a fight. Soon, it would be over.

The orange dragon whipped his belt as he advanced
and it cracked in the air. His lips had danced

into a smile as he flung the buckle end at her.
It wrapped around her front hoof, and he yanked it back with laughter!

She flew forward. Her chin scraped the dirt.
The brown dragon raised the pole. "This won't hurt!"

and brought it down on her bloody wing stumps!
Right before the white dragon slammed his bat down on her rump!

There were 2 loud pops that resonated in from the attacks:
the pop of her hip breaking, and her stumps going flat!

Before she even had the chance to recover
the boys were on her for a round of another

chance to make their victim squeal.
They pulled her mane & hooves back to make her kneel.

For the pony, her hip cracked in the strange pose.
She couldn't move! She couldn't move! She just froze!

Her mind was screaming "Just end it! End it forever!"
But what? The endless beatings or her life? However

her thoughts halted and her screams tore through the air
as a hot flame burned her bloody flanks and part of her darier.

The brown dragon spewed the hot flame from his jaw!
Once he finished, he saw his work: cooked meat, not raw.

The white scaled beast kicked her to the floor with a grin.
The red mare just laid there and groaned. Her stomach started to spin.

"Just finish her off already. I gah be somewheres"
the orange dragon spoke without a care.

"Grab her arms and legs" the brown one spoke fast.
the 3 beasts lifted her up, above their heads, to finish their tasks.

"Go get a life." the brown dragon said as they all turned to the left.
"Hit it!" they tossed her with immense strength and she was sent

towards the wall at such a fast rate,
she saw nothing but crimson gray bricks rush to her face.

Teeth cracked in 2, the jaw broke & dislocated.
Her spine cracked above her head and the sound resonated.

Shoulder blades met brick, tail base met mortar.
The body fell to the ground, no longer working for her.

"Come on guys, let's check back later." the white dragon turned to the fallen mare
and with one last kick to the face, they left the alley without a care.