Moonman's Wrath

Moonman's eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light of day as he sits up in the grass that he had been lying unconscious in up until this point.

"Where the fuck am I? What the fuck happened to the motherfucking corpse I was fucking? God dammit the stupid fucking sun is in my eyes." He swore loudly, rising to his feet.

Moonman turned around in a circle slowly, analyzing and surveying the strange land he had been relocated to.

Out the corner of his eye, he spots it: a winged yellow horse quietly gliding towards him, it's pink hair and highly expressive facial features reminiscent of a human female's.

The horse opened its mouth to speak, but before it could move another foot closer, the crescent headed bipedal creature spun around in place and drew a strange metal object from an open ended pouch, and pointed it at her.

Moonman's powerful Aryan finger pulled the trigger on the revolver and with a well aimed shot, put a hole in the left wing of the piss-colored equine using the very last bullet in the chamber.

The roar of that gun was heard for a mile at least.

With that, the yellow horse's pupils contract into impossibly tiny pinpricks, and effeminate voice pierces the air in a shrill scream of pain and shock.

Almost immediately another Pegasus, this one a shade of cyan with hair colored like a vibrant rainbow arrives at the scene.

Moonman threw his empty weapon aside and shrugged out of his trench coat, revealing the pale skinned, well toned musculature of his upper body. "I get to beat up a blue donkey faggot with wings? This place isn't half bad."

Diving downwards toward the strange assailant, the Pegasus shifts into a flying kick pose as she descends upon her target.

Moonman spins around and counters the equine's attack with a roundhouse kick, diverting its flight path to the right. "Suck on my moon cock you dumb faggot!" He yells At the blue Pegasus.

Suddenly, the air is forced from his aryan lungs by the powerful kick of a career applebucker.

An orange horse with a cowboy hat extends a hoof to the prone blue Pegasus. "You alright sugarcu—" she manages before the powerful pale hands of racial purity wrap around her hind legs and yank her into the air, only to slam her back down onto the ground and laugh. "Stupid pony bitch, the moon never sets."