Waylon and Pear The Wanted Fugitives
Waylon and Pear: The Wanted Fugitives
During a hot summer day at Pear Family's farm, Waylon was hard at work to pick pears. The handicapped human was hired by Pear Family to help around their farm. His boss was Grand Pear; he was a dark yellow coat earth with a two tone brown curling mane and tail. He always gave Waylon an unreasonable amount of work around his farm to keep the human busy instead of spending time with Pear Butter. Waylon was gentle to drop pears in the basket that nearly full of freshly picked pears. After he picked a few more pears off of the pear tree and put them in the basket, he used one of his arms’ sleeves to wipe his sweat off from his brow. He was unaware that Pear Butter was coming behind him. She stood up on her hind legs and embraced her boyfriend with both of her forelegs. Her surprise embrace made him finch a little bit, and he let go of the freshly picked pear he was holding in one of his hands. She rested her head beside his.
"Sorry Waylon, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanna check on you and tell you about my idea for us to run away from my father's farm.� Pear Butter apologized while her ears were drooping down before giving him a quick peck on his cheek.
After Waylon recovered from his marefriend's sudden embrace, he let himself to lie back in his power chair. "It's ok, sweetie. What's your idea for us to run away from this place? Please, can you tell me quickly? Your father will have my ass if he sees us together,"� Waylon asked curiously while starting to rub one of her forelegs around his chest with one of his hands. His rubbing caused her to giggle cutely. After a few moments of savoring in each other's company, Waylon was reluctant to move her forelegs off of him and turned his power chair around to see her.
Pear Butter leaned to one of his ears and whispered into it. "We'll sneak out from my family's farm at night. If my father tries to stop us or he harms you in any way, I'll execute that bastard in the most painful and gore some way. In his last dying breaths, he'll regret driving Bright Mac away and trying to do the same thing on you,"� After she explained her plan to him, she suppressed a giggle with one of her forelegs. Waylon was unsettling from realization of she was turning into a yandere.
"Pear Butter, you're over..."� Waylon tried to object her about her psychotic plan before she surprised him by leaping on his lap and embracing him with both of her forelegs around him. Then she took off both of her full loaded saddlebags by unbuckling her saddlebags underbelly belt. Her saddlebags simultaneously dropped both sides of Waylon's power chair on the ground. When they hit the ground, they caused a big loud thud.
"Sweetie, can you lean back your chair to its maximum setting please?" Pear Butter asked while untying her mane and tail bows and dropped them on the ground somewhere. Waylon was quick to fill his marefriend's request. "I trained you very well, Waylon. If my father disturbs our intimate naptime; I'll kill him on spot," She said with a sweetly and psychotic tone in her voice while pointing her 357 magnum hoister with her left foreleg. She was slow and careful to lay on him while giving her coltfriend the seductive eyes. Her mane and tail covered him like a misfit blanket, and then she gave him a long passionate kiss on his lips before she went to sleep.
Why are psychotic ones naturally attracted to me? Pear Butter is going to leave me for Bright Mac. I might call my friend about her offer later, Waylon thought sadly to himself with a sad sigh before he went to sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Waylon suddenly woke up to gunshot and someone was screaming like they're being murdered. He realized who was screaming in pain. It was Grand Pear.
Oh shit, Pear Butter is going to execute her father in cold-blood over Bright Mac or me. She turns into one of my favorite amine Yanderes. Bright Mac or I need to pray to Celestria or one of other princesses for protection from her psychotic love. I'm going to try to stop her somehow, Waylon thought to himself while noticing his power chair was not in its lounge mode and its power chord unplugged. He turned his head towards the gunshot and where the screaming was. The handicapped human was frightened from what he saw. Pear Butter shot one of her father's legs and readying to shoot his other legs.
"PEAR BUTTER, YOU MADE YOUR POINT CLEAR! I KNOW IF YOU KILLED HI..."� He yelled loud as possible to try to stop Grand Pear's gore some execute. His yelling only caused her to turn towards Waylon and shoot at the ground near him. He flinched from her shot and got her bullet message crystal clear. It said "If you try to stop me, I'll kill you too," Pear Butter pointed at something that was lying on his lap. The handicapped human looked down at his lap and found a small bag of bits with a sticky note on it. Pear Butter saw Waylon take her sticky note from his bit pouch and begin to read it. Grand Pear was slowly crawling with his remaining good limbs toward the nearest bushes to hide from his murderous daughter. Unfortunately for him, she turned towards him just as Pear Butter bit down hard on one of his hind legs and dragged him away from the bushes.
"Dear Waylon, You might already know my heart belongs with Bright Mac. Over our relationship, my love for you was slowly replaced with my love of the heart instinct's first suitable pick; however, you'll still be my love if Bright Mac doesn't want my love."
He flinched from the sound of the four gunshots and returned to Pear Butter's note. "I'll give you two choices. One of your choices is you can go with me to Appleloosa. I have female friend who is very interested in you because I talked about you to her. Your other choice is I'll give you a small bag of bits for you to buy a train ticket to Manehatten. I know your friend in Manehatten is very interested in you because I read your text histories on your phone while you were sleeping. I don't care what you choose, From Waylon," Waylon finished of reading her note and looked up to witness Grand Pear's cold-hearted execution by point blank headshot.
Damn, it is a brutal way to kill somebody,� Waylon thought to himself while Pear Butter turned toward and began to walk to him.
"What's your choice?"� She asked curiously after she reloaded her 357 magnum revolver and put it back in her hoister.
