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I released my grip from the little bitch in my arms. The idiot damn near fell on his stupid face as he staggered to a stand, still clutching his chest. The fuckboys ahead actually released Cloudchaser as well. The trade was happening. I held back my wicked desire to blast them all in the face as Dash and I watched Cloud start to limp over.

The boy, despite his injuries, limped faster than her, passing her and falling to his knees when he reached the fuckboys. I saw the two sidekicks drop down next to him, helping him lay out to assess his wound. The main fuckboy stood still, peering across at me with his rifle hanging by his side. Whatever. Bitchass.

Cloud continued limping toward us before her legs buckled, causing her to fall to the ground halfway between us and the boys. Dash and I immediately sprinted up to her side to help.

“Fucking hell, are you alright?” I asked.

She was laying on her side, allowing us the chance to see the bullet hole that had ripped through the other one. It was higher up, closer to her back, but I hadn’t fully figured out pony anatomy, so I had no clue what it could’ve hit. Hopefully not her spine. Cloud looked back up at me, a mixture of fear and curiosity in her eyes.

“Well, bitch? Are you okay?” I repeated.

“There you are. Damn. Had me worried, asshole,” she replied, a tiny smile growing on her lips.

“Yeah, whatever,” I said, taking a closer look at her wound. Dash stood over her other side, offering her a better view of her back. “Dash, do you see an exit wound?”

She helped Cloud shift slightly to see her other side. “Yes!”

“Okay, good. You’ll be fine then.”

Cloud continued gazing up at me, her eyes locked on my face. I ignored her as I swung my head around, noticing Redheart rushing out of the station. She ran up to us and quickly unhooked her saddlebags to get to her medical supplies. As she pulled out a washcloth, she briefly glanced over at me.

“Are you alright, D’mitry?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. Let me work on her. There’s some more of my equipment in Rarity’s saddlebag. Could you be a doll and grab it for me? Bring Rarity back here as well, if she’s able.”

“Gotcha.”

I left Cloud’s starin’ ass with Dash and Redheart as I stood up and made my way to the tree those two idiots decided to go for. That’s when I remembered my injury, still pulsing through my leg. I angrily tried to limp it off, but it stung continuously. As I made my way over, I was intercepted by the main fuckboy.

“Hey man, thanks for not holding out on us,” he said, extending his hand out for me to shake it.

“Are you fucking serious?” I asked, looking down at his hand. After a second of observation, I shifted some of my saliva and fired a burst. My observation was rewarded with a perfect trajectory, smacking the fingers of his stupid hand with a wad of spit. I gazed back up with my one eye, a smile protruding my lips. He glared back furiously as he wiped his hand on his jacket.

The air remained tense as we stared into each other’s eyes. Well, eyes and eye. I dunno. After a moment, he moved forward, invading my space. I didn’t budge as he got close enough to damn near touch noses. I continued observing his stupid eyeballs, wishing I had better peripheral vision The fuckboy continued using his stupid mouth.

“You best start treating us with some respect, pony lover. This could’ve been your last day.”

I sucked my teeth with anger before responding.

“Well, it wasn’t. But I got good news. Wanna hear it?”

He quietly glared at me, not keen on responding, so I leaned in slightly and whispered, "It is yours."

Almost at the same millisecond, both of us tensed up as we raised our arms. I was able to connect a fist to his cheek, but he also connected one with my jaw. I used my energy to stay upright as I staggered back, but a shooting pain through my shot leg caused me to lose focus. The boy swung again. I was unable to dodge or block, so it knocked me to the ground. He jumped on me, and after tussling for a brief second, he managed to get me in a headlock.

I fought back, making it to my knees as he held the lock. However, during my retaliation, he was able to quickly draw his pistol and point it at the side of my head. Dash had come rushing up to help as he did.

“GET BACK!” he exclaimed, causing her to freeze in place.

“Get the FUCK off of me!” I squirmed.

“Shut up.”

Similarly to how I whacked the hostage boy, he whacked me with the handle of the pistol.

“You didn’t really think you could get away with all that, did you, Pony Lover?” he asked, shoving the barrel against the side of my head again. “Fucking dumbass.”

“STOP THIS!” Twi’s voice called from my left side.

I turned my head to see her trotting over, but one of the sidekicks from before intercepted her, pointing his rifle at her from a few feet away. She stopped and huffed.

“He shoots her..." I growled, slightly turning my head to emphasize the fuckboy behind me. "...and I'll gut you alive. From head to toe."

“Shut up, moron,” the main boy hissed, whacking me with the pistol again.

This time though, as he whacked me, I heard an explosion in the distance. A split second later, his grip released from me as he cried out. He dropped the pistol he was using to whack me, and it slid down the side of my body. When I finally realized he’d been shot, I swiftly reached down for his gun and picked it up. I heard another shot as I swung around, still on my knees. The boy had keeled over and was clutching his shoulder now. He glanced up at me as I raised the gun to his head.

“NOOO!”

BANG!

Blood splattered from the back of his head as a bullet ripped through it. It dropped to the grass, his body immediately slumping. I heard another gunshot from the station above me, causing me to flinch. As I twisted back around, falling on my bottom, I raised my gun to where Twi’s attacker had been. He was still there, but Twi was not. As we met eyes, he swung the barrel of his rifle my way. Just before I fired, another explosion erupted in the distance, and a wicked spurt of blood spat from the side of his head. I watched as he dropped to the ground dead.

The other sidekick was laid out beside the injured boy, unmoving as well. I quickly shot to a stand, swiveling my head all around to figure out what the fuck was happening. Where the fuck was Twi?

“D’mitry!” her voice called from behind.

“HOLY BISCUITS!” I exclaimed, jumping out of my skin as I swung around. Twi stood on the tracks behind me, seemingly unscathed. “How the fuck did you do that?!”

“It wasn’t me.”

“Discord?”

She shrugged her shoulders. I thought Discord had run out of his magic? I swear, if this fucker was messing with us, I’d blow his damn head off myself.

I realized I was getting a bit heated now, so I took a few breaths to relax, gazing back at Cloud, Redheart, and Dash. None of them had been struck by bullets, thankfully. As Dash was running up to my side, I noticed a flash of green in the bushes behind them. I quickly raised my gun, adrenaline pumping through my veins, but I was surprised to see Lyra Heartstrings walking out of it with a pistol strapped to her foreleg.

“Hey, hey!” she exclaimed, “It’s me, human!”

I lowered my new pistol.

“D, are you alright?” Dash asked, looking me up and down.

"I'm alright. Y'all weren't hit, were you?"

"Nah. All good!" Dash replied, clearly growing less stressed as she realized we were safe now. She smiled before walking back with Redheart and the others. As she did, Lyra trotted up to meet us.

“Was that you?” I asked her.

“Yessir!" she saluted. "Front and center. Blasted that fucker out of existence.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed, leaping forward and hugging her, nearly knocking her ass to the ground. When we disconnected, she briefly held one of my hands, taking a moment to observe my fingers. This was typical of Lyra, of course. After a few seconds, she released them.

“Anywho,” she said, “I followed those boys here from the hospital, where they kidnapped Cloud.”

“So, they were at the hospital then?” Twi asked.

“Yes.”

I held my head, growing annoyed at the lack of knowing what the fuck was even going on anymore. This sudden zombie apocalypse was bad enough, but then these bitchasses appear out of the woodwork and make our lives 20x more difficult? Honestly.

“GOD, this is so fucking frustrating,” I commented.

“Yes, yes it is…” Twi agreed, patting my lower back. “It’s alright though. We’ll get to the bottom of this, eventually.”

“So yeah,” Lyra continued, “I followed them here and watched your whole trade from the sidelines. Saw the boy whack you the first time and found it as an opportunity.”

“Thank you, Lyra. Really. You saved us.”

“Ah, human, don’t mention it. I’m just glad I decided to follow them.”

“Are there any boys still at the hospital?” Twi asked.

“No, there were four of ‘em in total. Now they’re all laid out on the grass here.”

I huffed. “Where the fuck did they come from? We walked straight from the hospital here. If Celestia is spawning these fucking degenerates in, wouldn’t they need to come from Canterlot?”

“Well, yeah,” Twi said, “They probably came from Canterlot. They might have already been in Ponyville before intercepting us here.”

“Wait a minute. Probably? So you don’t know if they are or not? What even happened at the castle, Twi?”

“They just showed up. I don’t know what to tell you … I don’t understand it either. That group showed up when you were out… with... Dash.”

“What did they do to y’all?”

“Well, you saw most of what they did. They just abused us for a little while and set the castle on fire. Since they pretty much took us all hostage, we didn’t get a sliver of information out of them. They just started rounding us up outside. They did mention they were gonna take us all to Canterlot. But then you showed up.”

“Ooooooo this is getting on my FUCKING nerves.”

“Relax, D’mitry. That group is gone … Discord sent them away. And now, this group is dead too. Hopefully that was the last of them. If there’s more, we’ll deal with them too. All I know is that we need to hurry to the castle when we get the chance.”

“Amen to that.”

Discord walked up behind me. I noticed that AJ and Spike were helping Rarity away from the tree she and Twi had been behind. They slowly walked her over to join Redheart and Cloud before AJ left them to return to the station. I tilted my head back to look up at Discord.

"Hey, was that you?" I asked him.

"Was what me? Teleporting Twilight?"

"Yeah."

"Yes, that was me."

"You said you were out of magic! You lying fuck!"

"Zzzzzzip it, imbecile! I had a teensy weensy bit left. Glad I saved it too, so I could save her."

"Thank you, Discord," Twi said.

"You're welcome."

The tall creature took a second to observe the scene. A frown filled his face.

“Yo, you good?” I asked.

“No, D’mitry. Fluttershy was skimmed too.”

“Fuck.”

“It doesn’t look too bad, but she still needs to be looked at.”

“Okay,” Twi said, “We can get Redheart to check her out when she's done with the others.”

“Thank you, Twilight,” he said, returning to the station to be with Fluttershy.

I was trying to come down from my anger, but I was still mad. Now Fluttershy too? This all was pissing me off. I wish there was another boy alive that I could kill…

I glanced over at the one I took hostage.

Fuck.

Fucker already bled out. I had started envisioning gutting him to let out my frustrations, but oh well. Twi and I walked back to the group forming around Cloud and Redheart. Dash made her way past us to check on Fluttershy and Discord. Redheart was grabbing stuff from Rarity’s saddlebags now, and both Lyra and Spike were helping her care for Cloud. Once again, Cloud stared up at me.

“The fuck you want, bitch? Quit fucking staring.”

“Geez, dude,” she replied, “I’m just a bit surprised by how you’re acting.”

“Look, Cloud. That talk I had with Fluttershy worked, okay? I’m trying not to be racist anymore.”

A bunch of eyes met me briefly, including Twi’s.

“Really? So she finally got to you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh whatever,” Lyra commented, “It’s not like he was actually racist anyway.”

“Yeah,” Spike joined, “It was more of a facade. It’s usually the other way around though, D'mitry. Just for reference.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Rarity huffed. “D’mitry! Quit talking to him like that!”

“Tell him to quit being an annoying little shit then.”

“Piss off, twig,” he retorted, “I hope your ballsack itches all day.”

“That’s it. I’m racist towards dragons now.”

“Wow.”

Redheart continued working on Cloud before shifting her attention to Rarity. Twi mentioned that Flutters was hurt as well, so she promised she’d work quickly. As I watched on, observing our surroundings for any more surprise attacks, Cloud glanced up at me again.

“D’mitry, is your leg gonna be alright?”

“Huh? I mean, yea-” I started, before looking down at it. It was still stinging, and now I knew why. A river of blood flowed down my calf, even creating a small blood puddle by my foot now. I shook it briefly in shock, wiping my hand across it. How did a fucking bullet skim manage to cause all this?

“I’ll be fine,” I claimed.

She eyed me suspiciously as I turned around and limped to the station. Now I was really feeling how horrid a condition my leg was in. My knee was REALLY protesting any kind of bending motion, so I had to keep my leg straight as I could. I grunted at the pain as I made my way over the tracks. On the way, Dash intercepted me, noticing my reddening leg.

“Hey, you gonna get that looked at or what?”

“I’m fine. Let me see Fluttershy.”

She gritted her teeth suspiciously. “D, we got her for now. You can see her later. Why don’t I look after your wound?”

“It’s fine. Redheart will look at it later,” I insisted.

However, my weak ass was starting to feel queasy. I seemed to be losing more blood than I cared to admit.

“No, D. Discord is helping Fluttershy. AJ is with her too. I gotta help you.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

I sat down next to the train station platform as she set aside some supplies and started working on my leg.

“Are we done yet?” I asked.

“D, I haven’t even fucking started. Damn. Give me a second.”

She tilted my leg slightly, rolling up my pant leg farther so she could see.

“Oh shit…”

“W- what? Don’t oh shit me! What is it?” I asked, twisting my torso to see the part of my leg she was looking at. She was staring at my thigh, not far above the back of my knee. I then noticed that most of the blood waterfall was coming from another wound. I’d been hit twice. This wound looked far more brutal than the other.

“God damn it,” I said, “Ok … ok … it’s fine. Just wrap it up for now. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“Alright. Just hold still.”

I tried to stay still as she worked on it for the next couple of minutes. However, I was growing impatient. This apparently led to me fidgeting a lot. At first, Dash kept telling me to stop. After a few times though, she started bonking me on the head. Each bonk caused me enough pain to refrain from my bad habits. Ah. Reinforcement learning. Still, I was growing impatient as fuck.

“Are we done yet?” I whined.

Dash finished taping on the last strip of gauze over my leg.

“Jesus, D. No. Just stay still.”

“How is Fluttershy? Can you check on her for me?”

“Look, D…”

“What? What is it? Why are you acting sus?”

She frowned.

“D … she was bitten.”