Xanthippe and Silga's Adventures

by Tilgoreth

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Comedy, Starlight Glimmer, Sex, Flash Sentry, Profanity, Gore, Violence, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Narcotics, Main 6, Drama, Original Character
Length: 17753

Silga is having a nice day until a half goblin woman drops by. Xanthippe Zax Fixxlegore thinks it's about time she had some dam fun.

Silga Singewald was having a nice day in Equstria until a half goblin woman drops by. Xanthippe Zax Fixxlegore thinks it's about time she had some dam fun. So she creates a portal into the EQG universe. But magic not being her strong suit she actually transports them to another dimension. Xanthippe and Silga have fun as they try and make their way back home.

Warning: Ludicrious amounts of cussing. Yes it's edgy, but I don't give a fuck. This story literally has no audience, so may as well blow.

The character on the left is Xanthippe and was drawn by Nightmare Darkness. And the character on the right is Silga and was drawn by Pripyat Pony. Background provided by Nightmare Darkness.

Published 2017-08-07 20:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-27 19:05:08 UTC

The Beginning

Silga Singewald was relaxing in her house in Ponyville. Silga was alone in her home, she didn’t know anypony else in Ponyville, at least not really. Silga was sitting in a recliner in the living room. She had a ice tea on the coffee table.

She sighed as she expected to spend yet another lonely day in Ponyville. Silga had only move there because it was far cheaper than her Manehattan apartment. Of course, even in Manehattan she hadn’t really known anypony. Silga was actually very excited and joyful most of the time.

Qualities that most ponies unfortunately found off putting. Not to say that ponies didn’t like excitement in their lives, but Silga didn’t always seem to know when to stop. Even though when ponies got to know her they found that she was actually very caring and understanding.

Silga pulled her long green cape up around herself. Even if Silga did manage to get to know a pony, they almost always thought she was weird. Some would tolerate it for awhile, but most would eventually give up and ignore her. Silga herself didn’t feel like she could help this very much.

A part of this was her peculiar fascination with magic. Not so peculiar perhaps for a unicorn, but definitely for and earth pony. The vast majority of Equestrian society regarded magical and study and interest for non unicorns as frivolous at best, and abnormal at worst. Silga herself could never cast any spells. But she also knew of unicorns who could write very complex spells but didn’t have the technical ability to cast them.

Inspired by this Silga had started her own magical studies. She had tried to apply for magical studies at several colleges and universities, but they all laughed at an earth pony wanting to learn magic. So Silga did all of the research herself. Silga now believed that her knowledge was great enough that if she were a unicorn she could cast very complex spells, of course this was an impossibility.

Despite not being able to cast any spells herself, Silga was mostly happy with the work she had accomplished. One thing that made up for not being able to cast spells herself was talking to unicorns about magic, and asking them to cast specific spells. To Silga’s surprise most unicorns were happy to appease the eager mare’s requests.

The only thing that Silga was disappointed about was that she still wasn’t able to find anything about a magical ankh necklace that had been given to her as a filly. When Silga was about six years old she was walking through the woods, her parents had let her play in there. But she wandered off to far, and it was getting late.

Shadows creeped in as the day faded to night. Ghoulish noises could be heard throughout the woods. Eventually a pack of timberwolves set their sites on the young filly. Silga unsure of what to do had ran as fast as her little legs would take her.

Eventually she came to the edge of a cliff, the timber wolves circled in around her, ready to strike. Silga wasn’t sure how but suddenly all of the timber wolves started to explode into piles of wood, fireballs were raining down everywhere.

When all of the timber wolves were dead, and the smoke had cleared she saw a very tall cloaked figure. His face was completely shrouded in darkness. All that could be seen were two blood red glowing eyes. “Come here young one.” The figure said in a deep resounding and haunting voice.

Silga nonplussed was unable to move or even speak. The tall figure moved over to her. He removed his cloak, underneath a muscular and terrifying face was revealed. The figure had large red piercing eyes. Sharp fangs that came out of his mouth, and extremely large ears protruding from his head.

“Take this young one, it will keep you safe from harm,” The figure said handing Silga a red ankh necklace.

Silga only knew that the ankh could detect the presence of nearby magical activity. She yearned to learn more about its origins.

Ever since that encounter, with what Silga later learned was a goblin, she had become obsessed with magic. In fact without it she would still be a stallion now. Unfortunately, Silga had never found any goblins in Equestria. She only learned what the tall figure was based on an educated guess of a large greenish creature she saw in a story book once.

As far as Silga knew her ankh was a rare breed of magical items that didn’t require a unicorn to be used. Of course, as extensive as Silga’s knowledge of magic is, it didn't come without a few hiccups along the way.

Silga now had to wear red rimmed prescription lenses due to a magical accident that happened to her a few years ago. She had asked a unicorn to perform a light spell, one that would concentrate reflected light into a single beam. In effect she was trying to create a homemade laser beam. Of course, this backfired when the beam was aimed directly at her eyes.

Silga tried to have unicorn doctors cast a healing spell on her eyes, but she didn’t have the insurance to afford such a procedure. So she wore glasses instead. Silga sighed as she watched the lonely minutes tick away on her clock. The ice cubes in her ice tea had already melted.

Despite having lived in Ponyville for six months now, Silga hadn’t managed to decorate her home. The wall and rooms were all very sparse. The only room in her house that wasn’t completely barren was her library. Which was filled to the brim with magical studies books.

Due to her pursuit of magic, and partially to her own strangeness, Silga had never managed to really make any friends with anyone. She did know someone who she would call a friend a few years ago, but she hadn’t seen that pony since then. And she had no idea how to contact him.

In fact a few weeks ago Silga had had a rather unpleasant encounter with a unicorn. She was in the market looking to buy some fruits and vegetables when she stumbled across a stand selling magical items. Every now and then Silga would pick up a magical item, either to keep for herself, or find a unicorn who was willing to use it for her.

In this case Silga found a rather lovely necklace, which supposedly increased a unicorns teleportation magic.”Ooh Starlight I want this one!”A shrill unicron voice beamed from behind her. Silga was shoved to the side as the unicorn approached.

“Starlight! Hurry up! The great and powerful Trixie can’t wait all day!” Trixie said as she levitated the necklace off of the table. Silga mumbled something under her breath. “Hmm did you want this?” Trixie said shoving the necklace in Silga’s face.

“Yes,” Silga replied to the blue unicorn.

“Whatever would an earth pony need a magical amulet for?” Trixie said condensed.

“Trixie! Don't say that!” And approaching purple unicorn said from behind. She paid the sales pony running the stand.

Silga grumbled.

“Sorry, Trixie can be a handful.” The purple unicorn said as she left with her friend.

The encounter had made Silga somewhat bitter about making friends. Especially about ponyville.

Silga also wasn’t sure if Ponyville was the best place to make friends. Because the Princess Of Friendship, along with the Elements Of Harmony, all living in the same town, it meant Ponyville was a tourist hotspot. It did mean that new ponies were coming to Ponyville all the time, it also meant it was harder to make lasting friends.

Even though Silga was normally very outgoing and excited, not being able to form any relationship with anypony in Ponyville had put her into somewhat of a depression. Silga watched as another minute ticked by on the clock. No, I’m not going to sit here and mope in my house all day again. I’m going to go out there and make a friend! Silga thought as she excitedly jumped out of her chair.

She fastened her cape tightly around her neck, and made sure her ankh necklace was tied securely. She adjusted her glasses, and checked her blue and green mane in the mirror, she also patted down her peach colored fur to make sure she looked as nice as possible. Silga also made sure her cape covered her cutie mark. Which was the face of the goblin she had met when she was a filly.

Even though she knew it meant her lifelong pursuit of magic, and to help anypony she could, it was still embarrassing to let other ponies see it. But it just so happened that Silga loved wearing capes. Satisfied with her look Silga left her house. She wasn’t sure of any particular direction, she was just looking to talk to somepony, and become friends.

It was actually rather cold out so Silga pulled her cape up around her neck. Not paying to close attention to where she was walking Silga accidentally bumped into Rarity.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Silga said as she offered a hoof to Rarity.

“It’s quite alright darling, we all make mistakes,” Rarity said letting Silga help her up. Rarity was carrying boxes of fabric for Carousel Boutique. Derpy had been in charge of the delivery again and like usual had managed to deliver it to the wrong pony.

“You own the dress shop in town?” Silga asked as she helped Rarity pick up the boxes.

“Yes, Carousel Boutique darling. I’m actually making a dress for one of my friends currently, Starlight Glimmer. I believe the final product will be very beautiful indeed,” Rarity said opening one of the boxes. “See this amethyst necklace? It will rather complete the look I think.”

Silga took a closer look at the necklace. “Yes that is rather lovely, and that’s very generous to make a dress like that for your friend.”

“Yes I suppose it is,” Rarity said cheerily as she picked up the last box and got ready to leave. “Oh darling that is a rather lovely necklace you are wearing. May ask what it is?”

“It’s an ankh.” Silga replied smiling.

“Rather lovely shape..I will have to see about that. Oh darling I never got your name?”

“I’m Silga.”

“Rarity, darling.”

“Huh maybe will see each other around Ponyville sometime.”

“Yes, that would be nice darling,” Rarity said waving goodbye as she made her way back to Carousel Boutique. Silga was in a good mood after the encounter with Rarity, even though she barely knew the other mare, it was the first real conversation she had with a pony in months.

Silga couldn’t help but have a smile on her face. She was glad to have talked to Rarity, and she decided that she would eventually have to pay Carousel Boutique a visit. She didn’t know what excuse she would come up with to talk to her, but she didn’t mind buying a dress if it helped her make a friend.

Despite her desperate nature Silga wasn’t disheartened by the thought that she might do almost anything to make a friend. She hated being lonely, and she loved being around other ponies. The problem however was her own personality. Most of the time she was to excitable, she decided that she would have to find someone who didn’t mind a high energy pony as a friend.

Silga decided to go get lunch while she was out. It was a little past noon and she hadn’t eaten all day. So with a smile on her face, and pep in her step, Silga made her way to the local hayburger restaurant.

While Silga Singewald was having a rather lovely time after her encounter with Rarity, a half goblins doldrums were only being exacerbated by an incompetent fucking sales pony.

“Alright how about three bits, three apples, three pears.” The half goblin said, clenching and unclenching her fists angrily.

“No, one bit one apple. So five bits total.” The sales pony said crossing his arms.

“Un-fucking believable. Fuck you and your fucking bullshit deals.” The half goblin said spitting on the ground.

Xanthippe Zax Fixxlegore was a half goblin woman aged twenty one. She had unusually colored hair, which was primarily blue but had streaks of orange on the tips, with small streaks of purple on the orange tips. She also wore a leather jacket and pants, and had a skull on her t-shirt.

Being a half goblin Xanthippe had massive goblin ears, and sharp fangs protruding from her mouth. Her skin was a very light shade of white, which managed to not look sickly on her. She also had bright green piercing eyes. Despite her freakishly large ears Xanthippe managed to be a very attractive woman.

“Oh thanks for the compliment you fucking cunt.” Xanthippe said flipping off the sky. “Hey motherfucker do you have to describe fucking everything I’m doing?”

Unfortunately Xanthippe, the answer is yes. Xanthippe cursed one more time and kicked the earth. Xanthippe had traveled to Equestria from another dimension. Where she came from goblins where the dominate race and possessed great magic.

Being a half goblin it meant that she had a goblin father and a human mother. Because of this she still inherited many of her goblin forefathers traits. Her large ears for instance allowed her to have a great hearing ability. And her fangs were the result of an evolutionary trait in goblins to be able to tear the flesh off of animals and digest it raw.

Despite her freakishly large ears, Xanthippe was rather proud of them. She would bash any motherfucker who made fun of them. Xanthippe like her goblin brethren also possessed some magic. Since she was only a half goblin her magic was unfortunately no wear near the strength as a full blooded goblin.

But it was still stronger than humans magic, who were barely able to lift a rock off the ground. Using her magic Xanthippe was able to travel across dimensions. She’d been to several already and had decided to come to Equestria. It seemed like a fun place, and she’d never met talking ponies before.

Xanthippe had come to Equestria to have some fun, fuck a few bitches, do drugs, and have a good fucking time. Unfortunately, what she found instead was that most ponies in Equestria had sticks shoved up their ass. In fact Xanthippe swore that these sticks were shoved so far up ponies asses she swore she could motherfucking see them when they talked.

Of course, she resigned herself to accept this as it was completely different from her dimension. The world Xanthippe had come from was very dull and barren. Almost no joy existed there. Because of this Xanthippe used her magic to leave and a better place to live. Unfortunately, besides wanting to have fun and do what she wanted, Xanthippe also wanted a friend.

Xanthippe was one edgy motherfucker. In general this meant she had trouble making connections with other people. Most refused to see past her rough and extreme exterior, as much as she was a shit talking, weed smoking, edge lord, she was also kind person who actually listened to people.

Of course regardless of whether someone was friends with her or not Xanthippe didn't take any fucking bullshit. She also really hated it when somebody was being an absolute fucking cunt.

“Oh like right now? Hey bitch ass motherfucker you have managed to describe zero of where the fuck I’m at right now.” Xanthippe said flipping off me, I mean the sky again.

Xanthippe was actually walking away from a sales pony not to far away from Ponyville. Xanthippe had been wandering around Equestria for several weeks now in the hopes of finding fun. But there seems to be a certain inescapable innocence to the ponies of Equestria.

Almost none of knew what fuck, shit, ass, cunt, bastard, or any curse words meant. Sex while existant, was very taboo talk. It was also frowned upon to do any drugs. And Xanthippe hadn’t found a single bar yet that served anything besides apple cider.

Xanthippe looked at the town of Ponyville and sighed. If I can’t find one motherfucker in that town who just wants to have fun then I fucking quit. Xanthippe thought as she made her way into Ponyville. In order to not cause panic Xanthippe had cast a spell on herself so that she appeared as a pony to any passersby, even though she was actually a half goblin still.

“Jesus fucking christ. Can we please hurry this along?” Xanthippe said annoyed with the narration and wanting to progress the story already.

Xanthippe’s stomach grumbled, she decided to grab some lunch. Not long after arriving in Equestria Xanthippe had decided that all food in Equestria was absolute fucking horse shit. Despite it tasting disgusting, being a half goblin meant Xanthippe’s stomach could handle almost anything.

Xanthippe walked into the a hayburger restaurant. Xanthippe ordered some hay burgers and fries, she looked for a place to sit but saw that there were no empty tables. A peach colored mare in a green cape flagged her down. Xanthippe waved back and made her way to the mare.

“Thanks for letting me set here. My name’s Xanthippe.” Xanthippe said sitting down.

“Hi I’m Silga.” Silga said holding out her hoof. Xanthippe shook it.

“Nice to motherfuckng meet you.” Xanthippe said with a nudge and a wink at the audience. “Fuck you you cunty motherfucker. I ain’t nudging and winking at nobody. This is just how I fucking talk.” Xanthippe said flipping off the sky again. Oh Xanthippe, Xanthippe, if only that were true.

Silga was completely confused by this exchange. Unaware that Xanthippe was talking to the narrator, to Silga is appeared as if Xanthippe was insane. Normally most ponies would be freaked out at this point, and want to run away. But Silga resigned herself to stay, the mare(half goblin) before her seemed interesting, and she didn’t mind talking to her more.

“So are you new to Ponyville?” Silga asked.

“Bitch I just walked in this fucking town fifteen minutes ago. And I was hungry as a motherfucker so I wanted to get some motherfucking grub.”

“Oh okay. Sorry, you just didn’t seem like you were from around here.”

“And you don’t seem like a cunt, so go motherfucking figure.”

“I don’t know what a cunt is.”

“Ah motherfuck. Shit how do I fucking explain? Let’s just say cunt is a meaner version of calling someone a jerk.”

“Oh okay.” Silga said. “So are you traveling?”

“You could say that.”

“Any particular place?”

“Wherever a bitch can pop a cherry and get some nice fucking weed.” Xanthippe said letting out a loud burp. “So bitch the motherfuck do you do? I see you wearing that silly ass fucking cape. Granted though I think it makes you look cute as a motherfucker.”

Silga hesitated for a second. “Well I love magic! I’ve studied it basically my entire life. I can’t cast any spells since I’m an earth pony, but I don’t care. I love magic and I loved studying. I’ve even written a few of my own spells!” Silga said very excitedly and with a big smile on her face.

“Fuck yeah!” Xanthippe yelled as she chugged down some cider. Despite most ponies at this point being off put by Silga, Xanthippe rather enjoyed the excited mare. She was one of the few people she encountered that seems to actually be excited about something. She also didn’t seem like a massive fucking drag. An idea began to form in Xanthippe’s head.

“You’re the motherfucking narrator bitch! Tell the fucking audience my idea already! What’s with all the fucking anticipation? Jesus fucking Christ it’s like a Mormon girl getting fucked in the ass for the first time.” Xanthippe said flipping me off again, I mean the sky.

Xanthippe wanted to ask Silga to come with her to another dimension. One that didn’t have so many fucking hang ups like Equestria did. Xanthippe didn’t know Silga, but she got the impression from the mare that she was a very fun person to be around.

“Hey Silga, I have a strange request. So I was thinking maybe we could be friend. But I have to motherfucking show you something first. So is there a house you have where we could be along together?” Xanthippe asked rather politely.
“Yes of course.” Silga said. After that Silga and Xanthippe made their way to Silga’s house. Once inside Xanthippe revealed her true form. Silga’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe that a goblin was standing in front of her eyes. She hadn’t seen a goblin since she was just a filly.

“Oh my Celestia! This is so amazing! A goblin in my house!” Silga said giddy with excitement.

“I’m only a half goblin girl. But calm down and let me explains some things.” Xanthippe said with a smile on her face, she was happy to see Silga be so excited.

“Yes, yes of course. Please go on.”

“Alright girl, let me lay it out for you real simple. I’m a half goblin. And just like full blooded goblins I posses some magic. I used this magic to travel through dimensions. And I used that same magic to travel to this dimension. You seem like a very fun person to be around. So I was wondering if you would like to go with me to another dimension and have some fun there. Almost every other pony in Equestria is some pussy fucking cunt that isn’t fun to be around. You seem like a cool chick.”

Silga contemplated this. It was a lot to take in at once. Silga thought about how lonely she was feeling. Even though she didn’t know Xanthippe, she still seemed like a fun person to be around. And besides she did think Xantippe looked rather cool with her large goblin ears.

“Alright Xanthippe, I want to go with you. But I have two questions. One have you ever seen an ankh necklace like this before? I’ve been searching my whole life basically for were it came from. Two could you show me some of your magic in the other dimension?” Silga said holding up her ankh necklace. Xanthippe inspected it carefully.

“Actually that does come from my dimension. But nobody knows where those came from. And no I can’t take you to my dimension to see more. Some fucking bullshit in our dimension means any non goblins are fucking vaporized instantly. Also I’d be happy as a motherfucker to show you some of my magic.” Xanthippe said smiling at Silga. “If that’s all then I’m just going to open a dimensional breach right now then.”

Silga thought for a second. “I don’t have anything else.”

“Good.” Xanthippe replied as she used her magic to open a dimensional breach. A swirling purple vortex appeared before the. “Okay on the count of three jump in. One, two, three!”

Xanthippe and Silga plunged into a seemingly infinite spiral abyss. Silga could feel her body being stretched and torn apart. Her insides squish as she was pulled through the portal.

“Fuck yeah mother fuckers!” Xanthippe yelled as the same things happened to her. This wasn’t her first dimension hop and being a crazy motherfucker she rather enjoyed the experience.

With one final big push Xantippe and Silga were blasted out into the new dimension.

Author's Note

So this is just the first chapter. I plan on writing a few more detailing their adventures together. Not sure when the next chapter will be up.

Xanthippe and Silga Wander Around the City edited by reading is magic

Xanthippe and Silga were blasted out of the portal at high velocity. Xanthippe was launched upwards into the outreaching branches of a tree. Silga however was fortunate and was thrown into a soft bed of flowers. Xanthippe struggled to get herself free from the branches. As she wriggled her arms free the branch supporting her gave way and she fell to the ground.

“Fuck!” She screamed in pain. “You know cunt this narration is fucking tiresome.”

Listen bitch it’s not my fault you were born with the ability to hear me describe your life.

“Yeah well you’re still a real fucking cunt going on narrating my life all the time,” Xanthippe said flipping off the sky. Silga was still face down in the flower bed, hearing Xanthippe’s voice she got up and walked over towards her. They were in the middle of what appeared to be a park. It was hard to see through the underbrush but Xanthippe saw what she believed to be a sidewalk path. The flower bed appeared to be a garden, and not natural.

“Who were you talking to?” Silga asked as she approached.

“The fat cunt in the sky,” Xanthippe said flipping off the sky again. “You can’t hear him but this cunt narrates whatever the fuck I’m doing. And I can hear him so it becomes a real fucking pain in the ass.”

I’m only doing my job Xanthippe don’t be such a fucking cunt about it.

“See! The cunt did it again,” Xanthippe said waving her arms about frustrated at her inability to show Silga what was going on. It was at this point that Silga looked down, and saw her feet. Being blasted through a portal didn’t leave much room for an after shock, in fact Silga hadn’t realized till just now that she was human.

“Oh my Celestia!” Silga shouted alarmed. “What are these things?! Where are my hooves? What happend to my muzzle?” She then groped her chest. “Oh my gosh! What are these?!?!”

Xanthippe shrugged. “Eh you’ll get used to it. Should have warned you about the transformation though. You’re a human now. Dimensional portals transform you into the dominate species of that dimension. I cast a spell on myself so that I wouldn’t have to deal with that fucking bullshit every time.”

“So I’m a human?” Silga said as she wearily looked down at her body. Despite the initial shock she wasn’t to alarmed by what she saw. Xanthippe tried explaining hands to her, but she was utterly baffled. It was a struggle to teach her how to walk, but after several try’s Silga managed to walk without requiring Xanthippe’s support.

“What about these?” Silga asked touching her breasts, unsure of what they were meant for.

“Those are your fucking tits,” Xanthippe said as she groped Silga’s boobs. “See? Nice and squishy. Here feel mine.”

Unsure, Silga placed her hands on Xanthippe’s boobs. She then started to grope them, and giggled as she did so. “They’re so squishy!” Silga said giddily as she played with Xanthippe’s boobs. The constant groping and squishing caused Xanthippe to get very wet in her nether regions, at a certain point she couldn’t take it.

When Silga was done she quickly ran behind a tree and masterbated. “Oh fuck, that bitch almost did me in,” She said as she reached her climax. However Xanthippe lacked discretion and Silga was still able to her Xanthippe’s moans of pleasure, which had the effect of making her blush immensely.

“Are you done?” Silga asked, embarrassed that a woman she just met masterbated in front of her.

Xanthippe came out from behind the tree. “Yeah, we should get out of these fucking trees to get a better idea of where the fuck we’re at.”

Xanthippe and Silga then made their way to the sidewalk they’d seen earlier. It appeared as if they were in the middle of a rather large park. A pond was off the left side of where they were walking, the trees off to the right from where they had just come.

There weren’t that many people out in the park today, it was also slightly chilly, a fact that annoyed Silga as she was wearing a skirt. Xanthippe and Silga were making their way out of the park to get a better sense of where they were. “Oh fuck me. Stop with the motherfucking narration already,” Xanthipe said extremely annoyed again, as she flipped off the sky.

Sorry Xanthippe but I have to narrate the story, the reader has to know what’s going on.

“Eat my non existent cock. I fucking despise the fact that I have to hear your cock sucking narration all the fucking time!” Xanthippe yelled as loud as she could. Silga watched this exchange confused, she and Xanthippe had stopped walking.

“Xanthippe, are you okay?” Silga asked the half-goblin with concern.

Xanthippe sighed and composed herself. “I’m sorry, but this stupid cunt narrates everything I do, and it’s driving me fucking insane.”

Silga put a hand on Xanthippe’s shoulder, she didn’t know the half-goblin that well but she didn’t like seeing people be upset. “I don’t understand, you have to tell me more than that.”

“Hold on I didn’t hear any motherfucking narration just now,” Xanthippe said with an elated tone. “Oh fuck nevermind, the stupid cunt came back.”

Listen Xanthippe you can only hear narration directly about you, if I’m describing someone else, you can’t hear it.

“Well if that isn’t a cock suck,” Xanthippe said flipping off the sky again. “Then again I guess it isn’t as bad as I thought. I just have to talk more, that way I don’t hear the fucking narration as often.”

Silga looked at Xanthippe with confusion. She had no idea who Xanthippe was talking to. “Xanthippe, are you sure you’re okay?”

Xanthippe face palmed. “Listen cock sucker, just give me something so that I can show Silga what the motherfuck is even going on right now.”

I’m not omnipotent Xanthippe, I only narrate yours and Silva's lives. Any other character perspectives in this story besides your two’s isn’t me. But I can drop a phone into your world that would allow Silga to see what I’m saying about you, no need for her to read narration about herself.

“Fucking fantastic,” Xanthippe said relieved to finally be able to explain to Silga what was going on. At that moment a phone appeared at Silga’s feet. Carefully she picked it up, she was able to see all of the past things the narrator had said describing Xanthippe.

“So this narrator, he describes your life? And you’re the only one who can hear him?” Silga asked.

Xanthippe cracked her knuckles. “Yeah pretty much. It’s a cunt fuck, but you deal with it. So I’m never talking to myself, I’m always talking to the narrator.”

Silga nodded. “But he says you’re in a story, I don’t know what that means.”

Xanthippe shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, knowing the truth would depress you.”

Silga nodded, she placed the phone in a skirt pocket. After that Xanthippe and Silga continued walking and eventually left the park. They entered a relatively empty sidewalk, on the other side of the street were several buildings.

After finding a newspaper in a garbage can they found that they were in Canterlot City, and they had just exited what was apparently Canterlot Park. Most of the buildings across the street were restaurants so Xanthippe dragged Silga past those. She was looking for a bar since the first thing she always did when she entered a dimension was to get fucking hammered.

Actually Xanthippe in general wasn’t very responsible. She did drugs and alcohol, went to wild parties, and was never able to hold down a job. In general sense, Xanthippe was one dumb fuck.

“Hey! You stupid cunt!” Xanthippe yelled flipping off the sky again.

“What? What did he say?” Silga said as she hurriedly grabbed her phone from her pocket at checked the most recent thing the narrator said. “That isn’t very nice.”

Xanthippe shrugged, then put her hands in her pockets. “It is what it is. But that still doesn’t excuse you being a massive cunt!”

Now, now Xanthippe. Let’s not make any hasty decisions.

Xanthippe and Silga were near the downtown area, which was rather run down and dirty looking. Despite this however there were a lot of shopping centers in this area, meaning that there were quite a lot of people to witness Xanthippe yelling at nobody.

“Oh fuck you! You massive absolute shitty fucking cunt! Fuck your mom with my fat fucking pussy! Fuck your dad with his pussy willows fucking cock! Fuck em! Fuck em dead! Your parents should have had an abortion you absolute fucking cunt!” Xanthippe yelled at the top of her lungs, her face becoming flush with anger. She instinctively clutched her large goblin ears.

You know what bitch, fuck you! I’m done! You’re a mean fucking cunt, and I’m not putting up with it anymore.

“Oh yeah cock sucker, what are you going to do?”
I’m censoring you. You’re too mean Xanthippe. That line about you being caring in chapter one was just a lie. You hurt my feelings.

Xanthippe threw her hands up, flabbergasted at the narrator's statement. “Oh don't be such a [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE].”

Silga watched the entire conversation unfold on her phone. She wasn't sure what she should do, clearly what the narrator had said offended her. But Silga didn't know what to do to console the half-goblin. People were staring at Xanthippe and Silga, a woman across the street had gotten a police officer to report Xanthippe for disturbing the peace.

“Wait what?! You [EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE] you censored me! [EXPLETIVE] you, ya god[EXPLETIVE] [EXPLETIVE]ing [EXPLETIVE]” Xanthippe yelled flipping off the narrator again. “[EXPLETIVE]! I can’t believe you’d censor me!”

Alright, I’ll admit it was extreme. But what you said still hurt, I’ve never been good at taking criticism.

The narrator's last statement made Xanthippe’s cheeks flush. “Yeah well [EXPLETIVE] you! Don't be such a [EXPLETIVE]ing [EXPLETIVE] about it!”

“Uh Xanthippe,” Silga said tugging on Xanthippe’s jacket sleeve, the policeman was now approaching them. “I think that cop is coming towards us.”

Xanthippe looked in the direction of the cop. “Yeah let’s just fucking go.”

They then made their way along the sidewalk until they found a bench to sit down at. “Listen, I know what it’s like to have those things said to you. I’m sorry.”

I got carried away as well. I’m sorry also. But is your apology genuine?

Xanthippe put her hands in her lap. “Yeah, it is. I just get carried away sometimes. But I’m not a [EXPLETIVE]ing [EXPLETIVE], so don’t get mushy on me.”

That means a lot to me, I’ll remove the censor.

“Thank fucking christ,” Xanthippe said leaning back against the bench. “Hey Silga, the first thing I do whenever I go to a new dimension is find a bar. How would you like to have your first drink?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Silga said confused.

“An alcoholic one. It’s just liquid that gets you totally fucking blasted. Equestria doesn’t really have anything like that, but this world does.”

Silga looked around, they were sitting on a bench not to far away from where the shady part of town began. “I’ve noticed that the people here don’t have cutie marks, but they still have symbols that they were on there shirts. Like my cutiemark is just a pattern on my skirt. Also the skin, that’s what it’s called right? It’s very similarly colored to ponies fur.”

Xanthippe sat up and looked at Silga. “Yeah it’s much more of a cross between your world and a normal human one. But there are an infinite number of dimensions, I just chose this one because I’d never been to a cross between a human and pony world before. And ponies are cute and all, but they lack the flare that humans have.”

“What do you mean?” Silga asked unsure of what Xanthippe was saying.

“Well, you might not realize this, but your world is pretty fucking naive. I mean sex and shit like that still exists. But drugs and alcohol are nonexistent. And swearing is pretty rare, but still occasionally you’ll find a pony who knows the word fuck. Also everyone in your world is a fucking prude about sex. Humans are way more chill about it. But they’re also more insane, fucking crazy shit happens in full on human worlds. That’s another reason why I wanted to go to this cross world, you get the best of both,” Xanthippe said taking in a deep breath as she finished.

Siga nodded her understanding. “Okay I think I understand better now. And you just wanted me to come with you because I seemed fun?”

Xanthippe rubbed the back of her neck. “Well yeah. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not the nicest person. Even fucking goblins back in my home dimension didn’t really want to be my friend. And goblins are some of the biggest cunts you’ll ever meet.”

Silga wiped away a tear from her eye, and pulled Xanthippe in for a hug. “I can understand what you’re saying. I’ve always been viewed as weird back in Equestria. Ever since I was a filly I’ve had an obsession with magic, even though I’m an earth pony and can’t use it myself,” Silga said giggling and wiping a tear from her eye. “Even that last part wasn’t always that way, being a filly that is. Maybe this is to personal, but you’ve already opened up to me, so I only think it’s fair. I used to be a colt when I was younger, I only became a mare after some unicorns kindly switched my gender. Going from being a stallion to being a mare caused me a lot of problems when I was younger, not so much anymore though. Most people don’t know that I used to be a stallion.”

Xanthippe hugged Silga tightly. “I don’t know what to fucking say. I sort of think that’s hot.”

Silga launched furiously at Xanthippe’s comment. She’d been a mare for the last twelve years of her life, she didn’t need someone to reaffirm this for her. Xanthippe joking about it made her feel good, and that Xanthippe at least remotely understood what Silga was trying to convey.

Xanthippe placed her hand underneath Silga’s skirt. “Damn, no dick. I’m a fucking huge lesbian, but even I can appreciate a good cock,” Xanthippe said with a devilish grin at Silga.

Silga giggled. “No, one hundred percent female here.”

They both laughed some more before continuing onwards to find a bar. After a while Xanthippe spotted a bar across the street, however before she and Silga could make it over there a pink haired pink skinned woman stopped them.

“You wanna buy some crack!” The woman yelled excitedly.

Xanthippe shrugged. “Sure.” She handed the woman some bits she had left over from Equestria. The woman examined the currency carefully.

“Oooh! So pretty!” She said jumping up and down. “I’m Pinkie Pie, but my friends call me Pink Coke.”

“Nice to meet ya Pink Coke,” Xanthippe said holding out her hand. Silga did the same, and introduced herself.

Pink Coke clapped her hands together giddily. “Oh you’ll just love this cocaine I have! Really top notch stuff! I bake it myself in my lab!” Pink Coke then handed Xanthippe a ziplock bag of pink colored cocaine.

“I’ve never had pink cocaine before,” Xanthippe said excited. Silga looked at the half-goblin with concern, while drugs weren’t prevalent in Equestria, she did know certain substances were bad for you. And she definitely knew that buying drugs in a shady alley was a bad idea. Pink Coke waved to Xanthippe and left to sell pink coke elsewhere.

Silga grabbed the bag of Pink Coke and threw it into the sewer drain that was near the bar entrance. “What the fuck!” Xanthippe yelled angrily as she watched her pink coke swirl away.

“I’m sorry Xanthippe, but you can’t do drugs. They’re bad for you. I’ve seen ponies get sick from doing similar things in Equestria,” Silga said placing her hand on Xanthippe’s shoulder. Xanthippe angrily shrugged her off.

“Listen bitch, I’m a fucking half-goblin. That means my body is way fucking stronger than any stupid fucking human or pony. My body can take way more punishment. That amount of cocaine? That’s barely enough for me to feel ticklish in my throat,” Xanthippe said shoving Silga angrily and walking into the bar.

Tears formed in Silga’s eyes as she tried to follow the half-goblin inside, but she found that she had to take a moment to compose herself before she could enter. Once inside she found that Xanthippe was arguing with the bartender.

“What do you mean I can’t order a fucking drink?!” Xanthippe shouted angrily, slamming her fist down on the counter.

“You look too young to buy alcohol. And if you’re actually twenty one, you have to provide me an ID,” The bartender said as he polished a glass. There weren't that many people in the bar, and the few people inside were for the most part totally fucking blasted.

“I’m fucking twenty one!” Xanthippe yelled as she slammed both of her fists on the counter. She noticed Silga enter. “You’re twenty one as well right?”

Silga nodded. “Yes, I’m twenty one.”

“See? Were both old enough to drink,” Xanthippe said pleading with the bartender.

“I’m sorry, but you both look to young. I’m not going to have some damn teeangers drink at my bar. Come back when you can prove you’re twenty one,” The bartender said putting down his glass and picking up another one he started to polish.

“We don’t have fucking ID’s though!” Xanthippe yelled completely flustered.

“Then get some.”

Xanthippe flipped off the bartender as she drug Silga back out into the street. They wandered around the streets for a little bit until they found Pink Coke again peddling pink coke. Xanthippe managed to buy some beer from Pink Coke, this time Silga didn’t interfere. Silga curled her knees up to her chest as Xanthippe finished her fourth case of Pink Coke’s home brewed delights.

It’s fine, it’s not a big deal. I just can’t be so sensitive. Silga thought as tears rolled down her cheeks. Xanthippe was still angry at Silga from earlier, so she hadn’t payed much attention to what Silga was doing, and she was now drunk enough it didn’t matter.

“I want to go to a fucking party,” Xanthippe said drunkenly as she stumbled towards Silga. Silga wasn’t in the mood for a party, but Xanthippe was the only person she knew in this world, so she felt like she had to go regardless. After Silga helped Xanthippe to walk they ran into Pink Coke for a third time.

“I’ve ran into you two twice before!” Pink Coke said giggling to herself. “What is it that brings you back this time?”

Xanthippe hiccuped. “I don’t have any more gold to give you. But I’m already blasted, and I haven’t even fucking partied yet. Ya know any good parties around here?”

Pink Coke put her hand to her chin. “Hmmm. There is one party, but it’s a teeanger one not far from Canterlot High School.”

Xanthippe grimaced. “I fucking despise teeangers, but any party will do.”

“Okie dokie lokie! Oh but could you distribute some coke at the party for me? It’s always good to get them addicted when they’re young.”

Silga found it hard not to be repulsed by Pink Coke’s statement. The thought of intentionally getting teeangers addicted to cocaine made Silga sick to her stomach.

“Sounds good,” Xanthippe said taking the bags of pink coke that Pink Coke handed her.

It’ll be okay, it won’t end up like last time. Silga told herself as she helped Xanthippe walk to the party. By the time they got to the house that Pink Coke had mentioned it was a little after midnight, they’d only been in this dimension for six hours.

Despite being so late the party was in full swing. Xanthippe shoved her way inside.

She poured some pink coke in the punch bowl and sprinkled some on the chips and dip. Silga saw this and clenched her fists in anger. As someone tried to pour themselves a glass of punch Silga smacked it out of their hand, and dumped the punch bowl on the ground. Unsure of what to do with the chips and dip she spat in them, which caused several people around her to look on in disgust.

Xanthippe was to blasted to really comprehend what Silga was doing. A large teeanger came up to Silga and grabbed her by the arm. “What the fuck are you doing bitch?” He said angrily as he tightened his grip. Silga tried to pull away but the boy pulled back his hand and slapped Silga hard enough to cause her to fall to the ground.

Silga started to cry, a bruise had formed on her left cheek. Xanthippe saw this and clenched her fists. “Hey cunt! Pick on someone your own size!” Xanthippe then charged the boy, upon impact she smashed him through the adjacent wall. A sharp piece of wood was sticking out, Xanthippe broke it off and aimed it above the boys heart.

She stopped short of killing him when she saw that the boy was already knocked out, and likely drunk. She went back to Silga who was still crying on the floor. Tears were streaming down Silga’s face, she tried to hide herself with her arms. Xanthippe pulled back Silga’s arms to look at her face.

Xanthippe’s face was flushed red with anger as she looked at Silga. “You’ll be fine. But that cunt deserved more than what he got.”

At this point almost all of the party guests had stopped what they were doing to look at Xanthippe and Silga, and the boy who was now unconscious inside the wall. Xanthippe was lucky she hadn’t killed the boy, her half-goblin strengths far exceed that of a human's. Some of the boys friends pulled him out of the wall. Xanthippe helped Silga up and was on her way to escort her out the door.

“Hold up bitch! You can’t just fuck up Flash motherfucking Sentry and get away with it!” One of the boys said. The other guys agreed.

Xanthippe clenched her fists as she turned around. “Back off cunt, or I’ll shove your head up your fucking ass.”

Xanthippe was shaking with anger. She clenched her jaw hard enough to make her teeth hurt. She devilishly licked her goblin fangs, thinking of how easy it would be to tear out the boys throat. Silga was still crying, and she just wanted to leave. Despite this however, she placed her hand on Xanthippe’s shoulder. “Let it go,” Silga said with as much calmness as she could muster. Xanthippe instantly deflated, her face was still red, not with anger but instead embarrassment. There was no point in fighting these teeagners, let alone killing them. She turned to leave.

The boys swore as Silga and Xanthippe headed for the door. “Hey cunt! What about your massive fucking ears!”

Xanthippe stopped dead. Anger instantly returned to the forefront of her being. She clenched her fists together tightly, and turned to look at the boys. Her faces was bright red with anger. “What did you say you cock muncher?”

“You have stupid, ugly, massive, ears.” The same boy replied. Xanthippe took in a deep breath, then charged at the boys. They were a group of three and she managed to tackle them all through the wall, which launched them into the backyard of the house.

Using her strength she threw two of them into the neighbor's yard, and saved the one who made fun of her ears for last. She broke his nose first, then she slowly peeled out all of his finger nails. The boys screams of pains caused several party guests to run screaming.

In that moment Xanthippe fully intend to kill the teen. Her knuckles were red with the boys blood as Silga approached. Tears were streaming down her face, and she spoke shakily. “Xanthippe, I don’t know why you’re so angry. And I can’t say it isn't justified, because I don’t know you well enough to know whether or not that’s actually true. But I beg you, don’t kill him.”

Xanthippe was clutching the boy by his throat with her left hand, and beating the shit out of him with her right. Breathing heavily, she let the boy go. He struggled to get up, his hands were sore from the wounds Xanthippe had inflicted, he didn’t make it very far before he collapsed. An ambulance and police cars can be heard coming down the road.

Xanthippe didn’t move, she just started at the boy lying on the ground, bleeding to death. She then looked down at her hands, completely red with his blood. She collapeed to her knees and put her head in her hands. “Fuck! I thought this was a fun story!” Xanthippe yelled angrily flipping off the sky.

Xanthippe, you have to leave. I’m not omnipotent. I can’t protect you from being arrested. But I do believe that everyone was so fucking blasted that they won’t remember your face.

“The narrator's right,” Silga said checking her phone. “We have to go. Please Xanthippe, I know how hard it is to live with the consequences of your actions. But it can only get better if you learn from your mistakes.”

Shakily, Xanthippe accepted Silga’s outstretched hand. Quickly they both hopped the fence and made their way back to the downtown area. They managed to avoid the cops on their way there. When they got back into the downtown area they found Pink Coke again.

She giggled as she saw them approach. “Did you two have fun at the party? And did you distribute my cocaine?”

Silga gulped nervously. “Things didn’t go as you would have liked. And then the cops eventually showed up.”

Pink Coke looked quizzically at Silga then laughed. “That's fine, at least you didn’t get arrested.”

Xanthippe clenched her fists together. “Damn fucking right it’s okay! Silga did absolutely nothing wrong!”

Silga grabbed Xanthippe’s arm. “Xanthippe, it’s okay. You don’t have to be so defensive.”

Xanthippe exhaled and then let out a big sigh. “Sorry. Listen Pink Coke, we don’t have anywhere to stay. I didn’t exactly think that through when we came to this city. Could you hook us up?”

Pink Coke thought to herself for a moment. “Nope. Sorry but any decent place around here requires cash. But I could find you two a nice cardboard box to stay in for a few days. At least till you can afford an upgrade.”

“It’ll do.” Silga replied, grabbing Xanthippe’s hand firmly, pulling the half-goblin close herself. “I’ve done things that I’ve regretted in the past before. It isn’t good for you to be alone right now.”

Xanthippe snorted. “I’m not going to kill myself.” Silga gripped her hand tighter.

“Maybe, but please just stay close to me.”

Xanthippe nodded. Pink Coke then lead them to an abandoned alley with a large cardboard box off to one side. Silga and Xanthippe climbed inside of it, at which point Pink Coke said good bye. Silga made sure she wrapped her arms around Xanthippe tightly, she didn’t want the half-goblin to wander off. They snuggled in close togther.

Xanthippe sniffled. “You know Silga, you’re a good friend.”

The statement made Silga tear up, she didn’t have time to reply as Xanthippe was fast asleep. She quietly cried as she listened to her friends breathing, making sure she was okay. Why am I doing this again. I said I’d never do it again, but I haven't had a friend since him. Silga thought as she cried quietly.

Kissing Xanthippe on the cheek, she fell asleep peacefully. This was one of the best and worst days of her entire life. And Silga didn’t regret a second.

Author's Note

reading is magic(https://www.fimfiction.net/user/97307/reading+is+magic) helped me a bunch with writing this story. So a big shout out to him. So this story doesn't have much of a plot, it's more just daily adventure type stuff. Which I guess isn't conducive for a formal story, but it's what I want to do. Anyway tell me what you thought. I might have another chapter out by next Thursday.

Xanthippe and Silga Live In A Box (thanks again to reading is magic)

Xanthippe yawned obnoxiously as the morning rays crept through the cardboard box and landed on her face. Silga still had her arms wrapped tightly around the half-goblin, affecting Xanthippe’s movement. Gently she removed Silga’s arms and got up. Xanthippe wasn’t sure but she believed it was around noon.

The events of the previous night briefly entered Xanthippe’s mind, however having slept on it, she was no longer bothered by it. The half-goblin thought about Silga, and what she’d said. A smile crept onto her face.

“What can I say she’s a good motherfucking friend,” Xanthippe said flipping of the sky light heartedly.

That she is, Xanthippe, that she is.

Hearing Xanthippe talk to the narrator caused Silga to stir. Yawning she got up and walked over to Xanthippe. “Good morning Xanthippe,” She said cheerily giving the half-goblin a hug. Xanthippe gladly returned the eager girl’s gesture.

“Well I’m fucking starving, we should find some place to eat,” Xanthippe said as she broke away from the hug. Where two ID-less women with no cash would eat, neither of them knew. But they couldn’t go hungry so they set out to find a place to get some grub.

Silga rubbed her hands together nervously as she walked along with Xanthippe. Should I say something about last night? She thought nervously as they continued to walk on. They couldn’t find any place to get food, at least not any place that would give it to them for free.’

Xanthippe spotted a rat scurry across the ground. Chasing it, she grabbed it and tore a chunk from it with her goblin fangs. The blood dripped down her face as she ate messily. Seeing this Silga felt a knot in her stomach form and then threw up.

“Fuck, Silga! Jesus christ what the fuck!” Xanthippe yelled angry and disgusted.

Still queasy Silga looked at Xanthippe “I’m sorry but I’m a vegetarian back in Equestria, and you just ate a rat raw.”

Xanthippe picked out the rats tiny bones from her teeth. “It is what it is. Food’s food you know? Besides my half-goblin stomach can digest this fucking shit no problem. But you’d probably get sick, and at least I’m not eating fucking trash.”

Silga looked away again, seeing Xanthippe greedily chew the raw flesh disgusted her immensely. She put her hand to her mouth, and then threw up for a second time. By this point Silga’s stomach was relatively empty, she still gagged when she saw Xanthippe tear into a second rat, but she didn’t throw up this time.

After this Silga didn’t feel like looking for a place to eat any longer. Xanthippe looked at the distraught girl with sympathy. Fuck! I’ll be damned to hell if I don’t find this woman some food! Xanthippe thought as she slurped down a third rat.

“Hey Silga, I’ll find you some food. I promise,” Xanthippe said holding out a hand for Silga.

Silga smiled, and accepted the hand up. “I appreciate that, thank you. But I’m not sure where we’ll find any food that’s free.”

Xanthippe dismissed this with a hand wave. “Bitch please, I’ll steal you some motherfucking food if I have to.”

Silga grimaced at this. Xanthippe put her hand on the duel hair colored woman. “Fuck, I’ll only steal you food as a last resort. Okay?”

“Alright, I don’t want you breaking the law on my behalf Xanthippe,” Silga said with a smile. With that the two women set out again to find some place that would actually give them food. Along the way they managed to run into Pink Coke again.

“Oooh! Did you two have a nice night? My night was so good, I sold so much coke! Isn’t that great? Anyways how’s your guys day going?” Pink Coke said cheerily when they approached.

“Hey Pink Coke,” Silga said wearily.

“Fucking Pink Coke!” Xanthippe said putting her fist out for a fist bump. “Hey do you know any place where we can get free grub for Silga?”

Pink Coke returned the fist bump. “Well there is a homeless shelter on Celestia's Ass avenue. You could probably get some food there.”

Xanthippe sighed. “Alright it’ll have to do.”

Xanthippe saw a rat scurry past Pink Coke. Reacting quickly she grabbed the rat and placed it firmly in her jaws. A sickening crunch was heard as her goblin fangs tore into the small furry creature. Blood oozed down the half-goblin's chin as she tore flesh from bone.

“Oooh! So cool!” Pink Coke said giddily. Silga however couldn’t take it and felt like she was going to throw up again. Instead she found that her stomach was so empty she had nothing left to throw up except spittle.

Xanthippe clenched her fists angrily. What the fuck is wrong with me? Of course she was watching. Fuck. Xanthippe thought as she wiped the blood away from her mouth.

“Fuck off, don’t say anything about what I’m thinkin,” Xanthippe said in reply to the narrator.

I’m not sure that comment is warranted.

“Just fuck off, let me deal with my own fucking problems.”

Silga was hunched over on the sidewalk, tears were streaming down her face as she felt like she was going to throw up for what had to be the third time that day. Xanthippe pulled her hair out of her face, “Jesus Silga, I know I shouldn’t have done that in front of you. Fuck. Listen let’s just go to this motherfucking homeless shelter and get you some goddamn food alright?”

Silga nodded. “Yes that’d be nice.”

“Have fun you two!” Pink Coke said as she waved goodbye. Xanthippe and Silga then made their way to the homeless shelter. Since they were already here Xanthippe figured she may as well inquire about staying here.

“What the fuck do you mean we can’t stay here?” Xanthippe yelled angrily at the volunteer woman.

The woman, who was not much older than Xanthippe spoke meekly towards the bellicose half-goblin. “I’m sorry mam, but you and your friend can’t stay here. We’re already full as it is. But we can provide you with a blanket, and some food.”

Xanthippe clenched her fists angrily. Damn me to fucking hell if I let this bitch throw Silga out on the street! Xanthippe thought angrily as she launched into another tirade. “List cunt-fuck I’m not gonna let my friend stay out on the streets for one more goddamn second!”

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we just don’t have any room. And besides there are people in more need than you,” The woman said gesturing behind Xanthippe. A young girl, maybe around six, was standing next to her mother. She was dirty and looked sick, and from the looks of it they didn’t have enough room for her inside.

Xanthippe clenched her fists angrily. Fucking kid! She thought as a tear formed in her eye. “Fine. Just give me the motherfucking blankets, and will get some fucking grub.”

Silga looked at the little girl as tears streamed down her face. I can’t help you. She thought helplessly as Xanthippe dragged her to the food line. After getting some food, soup and some crackers, they walked back outside and sat down on the sidewalk a block away from the shelter.

Silga and Xanthippe ate quietly, neither one could really think of anything to talk about. Silga looked at Xanthippe’s unusually colored hair. Blue encompassing the majority, with orange on the tips. And the tiniest amount of purple on those orange tips.

“So is your hair natural?” Silga asked kindly.

Xanthippe put down her bowl, and proudly flipped her hair. “Fuck no. But from my dimension goblins don’t usually dye their hair. So dying it blue, orange, and purple was pretty fucking unusual back there. But I like it, generally I think it’s cool as fucking hell.”

Silga giggled at this statement. “I think you look very pretty with your hair that way Xanthippe.”

Xanthippe smiled at Silga’s comment. “And you’re not so fucking bad yourself,” Xanthippe said lightly groping Silga’s boobs, which elicited a giggle from her. Xanthippe blushed intensely as she felt her nether lips begin to ache. Jesus I haven’t had sex in fucking weeks. And the last bitch I fucked was literally a donkey. Xanthippe thought wearily as she moved away from Silga.

Silga was disheartened by this. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry Silga, but I need to find a bitch to fuck. And masterbation only gets me so far,” Xanthippe said putting her head in her hands. “It’s okay, we'll worry about it tomorrow. Come on, let's take these blankets and go back to our shitty fucking box.”

With that both women then made their way back to the box they’d been in before. Xanthippe and Silga tried to make the inside as cozy as possible. It was rather chilly out tonight, and both girls griped about this.
Inside the box, Xanthippe snuggled close to Silga. “It’s cold out tonight, you mind if we stay close?”

Silga nodded. “Xanthippe we’re friends, I don’t mind snuggling.”

Xanthippe grinned at this statement. “In that case,” She said moving in even closer to Xanthippe. Both girls chuckled at this. It wasn’t long until they were both fast asleep, a smile dancing across both girls faces.

The next day they did the same as they had before, they woke up and went to the homeless shelter. Of course this meant they had a mostly uneventful time so far, but neither girl complained.

“Dam fucking right! Silga is great company!” Xanthippe yelled happily.

Silga giggled. “Even though we haven’t known each other for long I’ve enjoyed spending time with you as well.”

Xanthippe grinned at this. Silga and Xanthippe were sitting against the wall opposite of their box. They’d were playing tic tac toe, and to the annoyance of Xanthippe she kept losing.

“Fuck!” Xanthippe yelled as Silga crossed out three more o’s. “Jesus christ I just have shit fucking luck don’t I?”

Silga giggled at this. “It isn’t all bad Xanthippe, at least we’re having fun.”

“Yeah,” Xanthippe said gently ribbing Silga.

A drop of water splashed onto Silga’s glasses. She wiped it off on her shirt. Then another, and another. Not long after that it was a downpour. “Fuck!” Xanthippe yelled as she dove towards the cardboard box. Silga hurriedly climbed inside.

Thankfully the box’s roof was enough to keep the water from drenching them. Until it gave way. A gooey paper mess fell onto both girls. “Fuck!” Xanthippe yelled again in annoyance.

Silga starting laughing furiously. Snot streamed out of her nose as she did so. Xanthippe looked at this in confusion, as rain continued to drench the. “Silga, what the fuck is so funny?” Xanthippe asked.

“We’re sitting in a fucking cardboard box, in the middle of a fucking alley, while it’s motherfucking raining! You don’t find that at least a little funny?” Silga replied as she continued to laugh.

“No,” Xanthippe replied. “Wait did you just fucking cuss for the first time?”

“Yes!” Silga replied as she couldn’t contain herself anymore. She lost all composure and started to roll around laughing.

“Fuck yeah! I knew I was a good influence on you!” Xanthippe said happily as she joined the blue and green haired girl in her laughter. By this point both women were completely drenched, but they didn’t care.

They found some plastic to put on top of the box, which managed to stop the water from drenching them further. “Hey, I don’t want you to get motherfucking frostbite, we need to take our clothes off,” Xanthippe said as she stipped naked.

Embarrassed Silga followed suite. When she was done she made her best attempt to cover herself. “Xanthippe please don’t look,” Silga asked in a polite voice. To her surprise the half-goblin was turned around in the other direction.

“Don’t worry Silga, I’m a lesbian but I won’t sneak a peak on you,” Xanthippe said chuckling. Silga smiled at this. They climbed back into the box. They snuggled close to each other once again, naked this time.

However when Silga’s round plump posterior mounds were pushed tightly into Xanthippe’s crotch, her nether lips didn’t ache with desire. “This is nice,” Xanthippe said with a smile. Silga didn’t reply, but a smile spread across her face.

Neither girl was cold that night.

Author's Note

Big thanks again to reading is magic for help with this chapter.

Xanthippe Wants The Fucking Pussy edited by reading is magic

Just blow like a motherfucker.

As nice as the last few days had been with Silga, Xanthippe had been in great sexual agony. Being with an attractive woman like Silga only made her desire for the female body even more profound. She found that she masturbated constantly, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the pains she felt in her nether region.

“Damn fucking right it isn’t,” Xanthippe said as she caressed her clit with her index and middle finger. Hot cum poured down her hand for the tenth time in the last several days. She moaned ferociously as she reached her climax once again.

Despite her blatant masterbation she’d manged to hide it from Silga.

“Only because she got sick after it rained a few nights ago. So she’s just been sitting in the” cardboard box,” Xanthippe said with sympathy in her voice as she thought about Silga being all by herself. “I should go back.”

Hold on Xanthippe, Silga is your friend, and you want to take care of her. However noble that may be, you need the fucking pussy. Unless you want to bend Silga over right now.

“That’s not how lesbians do it you dumb fuck! And besides I’d never do that to Silga, she’s my friend, my best friend. And besides she’s probably straight anyways. But you’re right about one thing, I need to have sex with a woman, and soon!” Xanthippe said with anguish as she generously massaged her clit.

Pink Coke just happened to be walking by and saw this. “Oh hey Xanthippe! Hitting the old river of wonders I see! Twilight makes me watch her masterbate all the time, then she gives me a blow job. Anyways what's up?”

Xanthippe sighed, she was a twenty one year old woman with her pants around her legs masterbating in a fucking alley. And a cocaine dealer had just walked in on her. “Hey Pink Coke, you wouldn’t happen to know of any clubs where I can find a bitch to fuck would you?” Xanthippe asked, pulling up her pants.

Pink Coke thought about this. “Well there is one club, that I’m sure you could find a bitch to fuck. But it requires an entrance fee, and you don’t have any cash. But I’d give you some cash if you’d sell my cocaine at the club?”

Xanthippe grimaced at this. “Sorry but Silga wouldn’t like me selling drugs.”

Pink Coke laughed. “I don’t know you two very well, but I do get the sense you just met. Are you going to let some yippy cunt keep you from some hot pussy?”

Xanthippe clenched her teeth, reviled by the statement. “Fuck off bitch! Silga’s my friend and I won’t let you talk about her that way!”

Pink Coke giggled. “Calm down Xanthippe, I didn’t mean it. But am I wrong? Is this Silga such a controlling force even this early on in your friendship? Doesn’t she understand that you have needs? Does she not truly care about you?”

Xanthippe was taken aback by this. Damn, she’s right. I have only known Silga for a few days, and the bitch is already encroaching on my life. Xanthippe thought angrily. “You know what, I’ll sell your motherfucking coke.”

“Ooh goody! Here’s some cash to get in. Also I’ll have to break your legs if you don’t bring me back any money this time? Okay?”

Xanthippe snorted. “Yeah whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Pink Coke said, flashing an evil smile at Xanthippe.

Xanthippe then made her way to the club Pink Coke had mentioned. Like she said it required an entrance fee, one that with money she provided was more than covered. Once inside the party was a raging techno laser light show.

People were dancing and drinking, and having a good fucking time. “Fuck yeah!” Xanthippe screamed as she made her way to the dance floor. After about twenty drinks the bar stopped serving her.

“Oh come on! Nobody else will serve me because they don’t think I’m motherfucking old enough! That’s not fair!” Xanthippe shouted angrily at the bar tender.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you’ve already had too much,” The bartender replied.

“It’s the one you put up when you just don’t give a fuck!” Xanthippe yelled.

Watch it Xanthippe that’s from a copyrighted Eminem song.

“Hell if I give a fuck.”
A tall pink haired pink skinned woman was sitting next to Xanthippe. She smiled at the half-goblins plight. “Give me two vodka’s,” The woman said to the bartender. The bartender watched in dismay as the woman handed Xanthippe the other glass.

“A toast to nothing at all, and everything at once,” The woman said drunkenly.

“I’ll toast to motherfucking anything if it means I get a drink!” Xanthippe responded cheerily. She gulped down the vodka. Seeing this the woman handed Xanthippe her glass, and she did the same.

“My, you certainly are a woman who can handle her alcohol,” The pink haired woman said with a smile.

Xanthippe shrugged. “Let’s just say my body can take way more fucking punishment than yours.”

The pink haired woman giggled. “I’m Cadence, and you are?”

“Xanthippe,” Xanthippe said holding out her hand. Cadence gladly shook it. Cadence moved closer to Xanthippe, she placed her hand gently on the half-goblins thigh, and started carrying it.

Cadence hiccuped. “I do so love the affections of younger women. Even if I’m not so old myself, I turn thirty nine in December, but I like to think I’m only thirty two.”

Xanthippe chuckled at this statement. Without discretion she placed her hand in between Cadence’s legs, she was wearing a skirt. “I’ve been looking for a woman to have fun with.”

Cadence smiled. “Why don’t we go back to my hotel room, it will be more private.”

Cadence payed for the drinks and then prepared to leave. Xanthippe stopped, she forgot to sell cocaine. “Fuck, this stupid drug dealer said she’d break my legs if I didn’t bring her back any money.”

“I’ll buy it from you, if it means I get to fuck you,” Cadence replied drunkenly. Xanthippe accepted this offer. After this Cadence got a taxi and took Xanthippe back to her hotel room.

On the elevator ride up it was excruciatingly hard to not want to fuck Cadence right then and there. Cadence wasn’t much help in this regard. She liked teasing the younger woman, caressing her, lightly touching her breasts.

At one point she even bent over dramatically, revealing her thong underneath. Cadence had barely closed the door by the time Xanthippe was stripped naked.

“Let’s go,” She said eagerly. She was shaking with anticipation. Cadence frowned at this.

“I like foreplay, and most women I’ve been with like it as well.”

Xanthippe shrugged. “I don’t care for the mushy bullshit, I just want to fuck a bitch.”

Cadence laughed. “Hmm. Unusual, women tend to care more about the emotional aspects of sex more than men. While for men it’s usually much more direct, and forceful. No mushy bullshit as you would say.”

“I guess I’m not like most women.”

“No, I suppose you aren’t,” Cadence said cupping Xanthippe’s plump breasts in her hands. “Hmm. Not too small, or to large. Just right.”

Xanthippe gingerly reached for her nether lips. Cadence blocked her path. “Not yet dear. Xanthippe, I want you to feel amazing when we finally have sex. There’s no need to rush into things.”

Xanthippe exclaimed drunkenly, “Fuck off. Why can’t a bitch just get one off? At least without all this fucking prissy bullshit.”

Cadence laughed. “Come now Xanthippe, don’t be like that. You’re a very attractive woman, but you're looks only get you so far. If you’re going to be a bad sport, I’ll throw you out right now.”

Xanthippe sighed. “Fine. Can we just fucking get on with it already.”

The room wasn’t anything special, it had a single bed with a nightstand and a desk off to the side. A closet was by the door, which was rather empty. There were a few clothing articles interspersed throughout the room, panties were in a pile by the door. Xanthippe rubbed her arm, she felt embarrassed now being naked and not having sex.

Cadence sat her down in the desk chair, and gave her a massage. She gently caressed the half-goblins shoulder blades, working her way down Xanthippe’s back. Xanthippe bit her lip, nothing was happening, but the touch of another woman was enough to make her hot.

She gingerly reached her hand towards her clit. “No,” Cadence said gently, grabbing Xanthippe’s hand. “Not yet, you need to relax. Don’t be so eager.”

Xanthippe squirmed in her seat, the anticipation was killing her. “Fuck, please I haven’t had sex in weeks.”

“Just relax and enjoy this part. I usually do,” Cadence said. She then moved her hands to the front of Xanthippe’s body. Gently she began rubbing the half-goblins breasts. Xanthippe gasped. Oh my fucking god I need relief! Xanthippe thought to herself.

Cadence then undressed herself completely, tossing her clothes to the side. Standing Xanthippe up she pressed herself closely to the other woman. Hot breath blew onto Xanthippe’s face, which she inhaled deeply.

“This is going faster than I expected,” Xanthippe said.

Cadence said, “Hmm. I won’t lie, I usually like a little more foreplay. But I don’t want to make you suffer for too long.

Cadence moved Xanthippe over to the bed, and laid her down gently. Placing herself on top of Xanthippe, she began to kiss the half-goblin’s body. She lightly bit both of Xanthippe’s nipples, lickng them generously.

Xanthippe wriggled underneath Cadence, she couldn't take these sensations anymore without any relief. Cadence, slowly inserted her fingers into Xanthippe’s cunt Xanthippe let out a slight moan at this.

Cadence, her fingers still inside of Xanthippe, began to lick the half-goblins breasts. She then began to rub Xanthippe’s clit, gentle at first but increasing in intensity. Xanthippe bit her lip, sweat was pouring forth from her body, which had the effect of making Cadence slightly gag as Xanthippe hadn’t showered in at least a week.

Xanthippe grabbed onto Cadence’s boobs, and starting playing with them. Cadence moaned lightly at this. Due to their positioning Xanthippe wasn’t able to do much else, nor did she really care to. Her pleasure was what mattered.

Furiously moving her fingers inside of Xanthippe, Cadence quickly made the half-goblin cum. White hot sticky fluid ran down her fingers, she rubbed it on Xanthippe’s breasts. “Eww! What the fuck! I don’t want my own cum on me!” Xanthippe yelled in disgust.

Cadence said, “Sorry, but you don’t think that’s at least remotely sexy?”

Xanthippe shook her head. “Fuck now. I’m a crazy bitch but even I have my limits.”

Cadence then licked the cum off of Xanthippe. Cadence moaned with every lick of the half-goblins breasts. Cadence let saliva cover Xanthippe’s breasts instead. Maybe I should just develop a weird fetish that will turn most women off from fucking drooling on me all the time. Hey can I drool on you? Yeah sure, if you let me do this to you! Oh no thanks! Bitch didn’t even ask. Xanthippe thought in annoyance.

“Okay, you’re done,” Xanthippe said as she tried to push Cadence off of her. The pink haired woman wouldn’t let her go. “What the fuck?”

Cadence said, “I haven’t had my pleasure yet. It’s only fair.”

Xanthippe rolled her eyes. “Fine. But I usually don’t go first, it basically just takes a womans touch to make me cum.”

Cadence got up off of Xanthippe and switched places with the half-goblin. Fuck, this is so gross. Xanthippe thought as she hand her hand over her saliva covered chest. Xanthippe climbed on top of Cadence, and immediately inserted her fingers in the other womans vagina.

Cadence let out a surprised gasp. Without warning Xanthippe furiously fingered Cadence’s pussy. The half-goblin wasn’t having much fun at this point. She had already came, and making another woman cum didn’t really do it for her. Xanthippe rolled her eyes when she saw Cadence’s O face. What a fucking overdramatic cunt. She thought as she brought Cadence to climax.

“Fuck!” Xanthippe gasped as Cadence’s white hot fluid dripped all over Xanthippe’s hands. She looked at the pink skinned woman’s pubic hair. Her face started to blush. Cadence saw this.

“Do you like my pubic hair?” She asked with a giggle.

Xanthippe said, “Maybe. I don’t fucking know. I’m not the type of cunt who has weird fetishes.”

“It’s okay sweetheart, you can’t help what turns you on. And I want you to be sexually honest with me,” Cadence said, sitting up to look at Xanthippe.

Xanthippe blushed. “I sort of think pubic hair is hot.”

“Like this?” Cadence said, taking a handful of her pubic hair, and stretching it out. She let saliva drip onto the tangled mess. Xanthippe moaned at this. Cadence smiled, she pulled the half-goblin down to her crotch, and pressed her face into her pubes.

Xanthippe generously licked Cadence’s pubic hair, not caring that it got stuck in her teeth. Why the fuck did my fetish have to be fucking pubic hair? Xanthippe thought as she continued to lick Cadence’s pussy hair.

Standing up Xanthippe placed herself over Cadence’s vagina. Taking the pink womans fingers, and placing them inside of herself, Xanthippe came on top of Cadence’s public hair. The sight of glistening cum on top of her pubes made Xanthippe whimper.

Cadence pushed Xanthippe’s head back down to her crotch. Gently she shoved Xanthippe’s face into her pussy. Fuck. Now I have to give this bitch a blow job, she let me cum on her fucking pubic hair for christs sake. Xanthippe thought as she began to lick Cadence’s clit.

The repeated tongue motion and salvia eventually made Cadence cum. Fortunately for Xanthippe she was able to move her mouth out of the way in time.

“We can be done now,” Cadence said, out of breath. Xanthippe rolled her eyes at this. Jesus she is an old bitch. Xanthippe despite not taking kindly to other women's fetishes or even basic sexual desires, had the stamina of one hundred men. Assuming she was in the mood of course.

Xanthippe took a shower in Cadence’s bathroom, at which point Cadence beckoned her to come lie down with her. “Snuggle with me for awhile,” Cadence said.

Xanthippe said, “Fine. But a friend is waiting for me. I can’t be gone long.”

Cadence wrapped her arms around Xanthippe. Both women were still naked, but they simply laid together in bed. Cadence smiled happily as she felt Xanthippe’s warmth pressed against her. Xanthippe rolled her eyes and snorted.

“Don't you feel anything? Not even the tiniest bit emotional?” Cadence asked.

Xanthippe said, “Fuck no. I don’t care about this snuggly bullshit.”

Cadence gasped. “Well….okay then. I mean, I didn’t expect you to fall in love with me, but at least more than that….I think you should leave.”

“Fine,” Xanthippe said as she got up and dressed herself. Cadence wiped away tears that were rapidly forming. Xanthippe saw this. “Jesus I’m sorry, but sex is just sex for me.”

Cadence muttered, “I know, it’s fine.”

Cadence was still crying when Xanthippe left the room. After that she went back to the shitty fucking downtown area where her cardboard box was. “Fuck we need a home,” Xanthippe said as she approached the downtown area.

It wasn’t long after that she found Pink Coke again. “Hiya! Did you sell my cocaine Xanthippe?”

Xanthippe said, “Yeah I did.” She handed Pink Coke a wad of money.

“Ooh! You did well! I won’t have to break your legs after all!”

Xanthippe clenched her fists. “Fuck off bitch! You come near me or Silga and I’ll tear your goddam head off!”

Pink Coke smiled. “Now now, Xanthippe, no need for hostilities. Besides is that fucking tramp you call Silga really worth your friendship?”

“Goddamn right she is!” Xanthippe yelled, grabbing Pink Coke by the collar and lifting her off the ground. “Come near Silga, and I’ll shove your head up your fucking ass, you goddamn cunt!”

“I wouldn’t do that,” A woman's voice said from behind. Xanthippe turned around, a purple skinned woman with pink and purple hair was standing behind her. She had a gun pointed at Xanthippe. Xanthippe rolled her eyes, but put Pink Coke down anyways.

“Now if you-” The purple skinned woman started to say, but was cut off by Xanthippe. With lightning speed Xanthippe disarmed the woman, and had the gun pointed at the coke dealer.

“Like I said, come near Silga and I’ll fucking kill you,” Xanthippe said.

Pink Coke laughed. “Twilight, it’s okay. Xanthippe’s a good customer. But that tart Silga is a bad influence.”

Xanthippe said, “Fuck off. Just leave us alone.”

“You know Xanthippe, I could resolve your little housing debacle for you. If you sell my cocaine, I’ll use my drug money to buy you two a decent place to live. Or you can continue to live in a fucking cardboard box. Your choice,” Pink Coke said.

Xanthippe bit her lip, Pink Coke was right, almost all of her and Silva's problems would be resolved instantly if she just sold the cocaine. Taking in a deep breath, Xanthippe said, “No. Do what you will Pink Coke, but Silga wouldn’t want me selling drugs. She’s better than me in that way. Fuck off forever, or I’ll kill you.”

Xanthippe threw the gun down on the ground. Pink Coke picked it up again. “Your loss then,” The cocaine dealer said, leaving with a woman who could only be her girlfriend.

Xanthippe made her way back to Silga still sick inside the cardboard box. “Hey,” the half-goblin said as she sat down next to Silga.

Silga coughed. “Hey Xanthippe. What were you doing all day?”

Xanthippe blushed. “Nothing important. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I should have taken care of you.”

Silga said, “Nonsense. We’ve only known eachother for a short while now. It wouldn’t be fair of me to expect you to take care of me.”

“Yeah but if I was sick, you’d take care of me,” Xanthippe said with a smile.

“But only because I’d want to. You’re my best friend Xanthippe, which might be weird since we haven’t known each other that long, but it’s also the truth.”

“Yeah,” Xanthippe said lying down next to Silga. “It’s late so we should go to bed.”

Silga noded. “Goodnight Xanthippe.”

Xanthippe wrapped her arms around Silga, and snuggled in with the other woman. “Hey Silga, I promised I’d show you my magic when we got to this world. I haven’t done that yet. And I’m real fucking sorry about that. I swear to fucking god I’ll show you my magic tomorrow.”

Silga placed her hand on Xanthippe’s arm. “I’d really appreciate that. But why the sudden fondness? I thought you didn’t like touchy feely stuff.”

Xanthippe shrugged. “I don’t. But you’re my best friend. It’s just different with you.”

Silga smiled at this. While still fully clothed, Xanthippe was still able to feel Silva's warmth beneath. She breathed out gently as she savored the other woman's warmth. Yeah, this is fucking good. She thought to herself.

Snuggled in close together both girls slept peacefully that night.

Author's Note

Yes this is fucking porn now.

Never care what others think, just blow like a motherfucker.

Thanks again to reading is magic and anyone else who helped me with this chapter.

Xanthippe shows Silga her half-goblin magic edited by reading is magic

“Hey, want to see my magic?” Xanthippe asked as Silga woke up that morning. Despite being sex yesterday Silga was feeling much better now, in fact she wasn’t really sick anymore. Silga squeed with delight knowing that Xanthippe was going to show her magic today.

After having breakfast at the homeless shelter Xanthippe found a nice secluded alley to practice her magic. “Now, don’t be disappointed in what you see. Half-goblin magic is nowhere near as strong as full goblin magic. But it’s also much stronger than human magic.”

Xanthippe conjured a fireballl in her left hand, and threw it at the adjacent brick wall. The wall erupted in flames, licking upwards, engulfing the the area. Xanthippe then cast a water spell, rain droplets formed and extinguished the fire.

“Oh my Celestia! That is so amazing!” Silga said with glee.

Xanthippe smiled. “Yeah pretty fucking great right?”

Xanthippe then let lightning dance off her fingertips, cascading forwards. A light show was on display as the electricity bounced around the area, illuminating everything in eerie blue light. “Back home we call this false lightning, magic that looks like lightning but doesn’t behave like actual lightning.”

At this moment Pink Coke was walking by the abandoned alley that Xanthippe and Silga were in. “Ooh so pretty,” Pink Coke said.

Xanthippe stopped. “Fuck off Pink Coke. Remember what I said.”

“What’d you say?” Silga said checking her phone, seeing if she could get a glimpse of what Xanthippe had said. “Wait you turned down Pink Coke’s offer to sell coke in exchange for a place to live?”

Xanthippe grimaced. “Yeah...I did. I’m sorry Silga, but I couldn’t sell coke knowing it’d upset you.”

Silga said, “Xanthippe, I’m so proud of you. You did the right thing.”

Xanthippe wiped a small tear away. She gave Silga a bear hug, before turning her attention back to Pink Coke. “What’re you doing here bitch?”

Pink Coke said, “I live here silly. In this area at least. And I deal coke here.”

Silga said, “Pink Coke, don’t bother coming to us anymore. We won’t sell drugs for you.”

Pink Coke laughed. “Oh come now. Xanthippe has this little tramp really got you on that much of a leash? How sad.”

“Why you absolute fucking cunt!” Xanthippe shouted. Silga put her hand on Xanthippe’s shoulder. “Pink Coke, just fuck off okay? We don’t want any trouble. And remember what I said.”

Pink Coke shrugged and then left. Silga said, “Xanthippe, you wouldn’t really kill Pink Coke just to protect me would you?”

Xanthippe said, “Of course I would. You’re my best friend. And cunt’s like Pink Coke aren’t going to hurt my friends.”

“That means a lot. But please, don’t kill anybody. Especially not on my behalf, unless absolutely necessary. Do you understand?” Silga asked.

Xanthippe nodded, and pulled Silga in for another hug. “Silga, I promise I won’t kill anybody unless it’s a last resort. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Silga said, “I don’t want to either.”

Xanthippe then conjured a dust storm, and with great force used it to sand down the brick wall into dust, revealing the other side of the alley. “Holy shit!” Silga said with excitment. Xanthippe laughed at this.

Xanthippe said, “Yeah, half-goblin magic is pretty fucking cool ehh?”

The half-goblin then conjured some more magic. This time it was ice shards, cold enough to instantly freeze a person’s skin. She used these to freeze chain link fence and smash it with her barebair hands.

She then conjured fireballs and ice in different hands. And used these to smash down another wall. Creating smoldering and frozen chunks of brick. Silga was giddy with excitement throughout all of this. Eventually Xanthippe just resorted to using her natural goblin strength to destroy shit.

Silga said, “So Xanthippe, how did you get your magic?”

“It takes a lot of practice and hard work. All goblins and half-goblins are born with a genetic predisposition for magic. But you can only become good with practice. I practiced like a motherfucker back home. But even then I was only good at attack magic. No complex spells, but half-goblins are so naturally fucking tough it hardly matters,” Xanthippe said.

Silga nodded. “But half-goblins are better at magic than humans in your dimension? But not as good as goblins?”

Xanthippe said, “Yeah. Humans bodies aren’t strong enough to handle most spells. And full blooded goblins are much more in tune with the magic of my world.”

“Are you happy with your abilities?”

Xanthippe shrugged. “Yeah. They could be better. But it is what it fucking is.”

“Well regardless of what others might say, I love them. I think your magic is fantastic.”

Xanthippe smiled at Silga’s statement. “You really think so? That’s fucking great.”

Silga giggled. “Yes I do. Come on it’s getting late, let’s go get some dinner.”

Xanthippe and Silga walked back to the homeless shelter to get more food. After this they headed back to their shitty fucking card board box. They laid down inside of it and snuggled in close.

“It isn’t cold tonight,” Silga said.

Xanthippe said, “It wasn’t cold last night. But I snuggled with you then. Jesus fucking christ Silga, we’re best friends, can’t I snuggle with my best friend?”

Silga laughed. “Of course you can.”

And so this night, like so many others before it, became one that Xanthippe and Silga would never forget.

Author's Note

Once again thanks to reading is magic for help with this chapter.

Xanthippe and Silga Want A Fucking House! edited by reading is magic

“Fuck!” Xanthippe yelled as it rained for the third time that week. She hurriedly made her way back to the cardboard box in the alley. Of course the box’s accommodations weren’t much better. The top of the box had already collapsed because of all the water on top of it.

An event which caused Silga and Xanthippe to replaced it with a plastic cover, which wasn’t much better as it was to small and water still leaked in. Xanthippe dive into the box, Silga sat up startled.

“We need to find somewhere to live,” Silga said tiredly for what felt like the hundredth time. Pink Coke offered to provide them with decent accommodations, if they distributed her pink cocaine. An offer which Xanthippe flatly refused.

Xanthippe and Silga had been staying in the cardboard box for three weeks now. An outcome that left both women a little more than sour. At the very least Xanthippe had managed to show Silga some of her magic in that time. Besides that both women just enjoyed spending time with each other.

“How about fucking enraged? Why can’t you just give us a motherfucking house already,” Xanthippe said flustered.

I’m not omnipotent Xanthippe, I can’t just magically give you a house. You’ll have to take care of that yourself.

Xanthippe threw her head against the side of the box. “Fine. But we have no fucking cash.”

Silga looked away. She knew that their financial problems would be resolved almost immediately if they simply took up Pink Coke’s offer. Xanthippe was more than willing to do this, but no longer at the expense of upsetting Silga.

Neither of them had talked about the night of the party since it happened. Of course neither knew whether or not anything really had to be said. Silga adjusted herself as water started to leak onto her head. One thing neither of them could complain about was a lack of water.

Which of course also meant they didn’t smell to bad. Neither girl had taken a shower in days, but the water at least kept it from being noticeable.

“I still think I smell like fucking dog shit,” Xanthippe said sniffing her jacket. “Jesus, why do I have to be such a fucking girl?”

Silga giggled at this statement. “I don’t think being clean is overtly feminine.”

Xanthippe shrugged. “Maybe, but I still fucking hate it.” Xanthippe blew her hair out of her face. Besides being annoyed at their lack of decent living accommodations, both girls were incredibly bored. They had no money, which meant they couldn’t do anything.

The rain stopped outside. At this point Xanthippe decided she’d had enough.

“Dam fucking right I did!” Xanthippe yelled excitedly. “Listen Silga, I don’t know how but we have to find somewhere to live.”

Silga nodded. “Well maybe we can find a job that pays decent money, and we can use that to buy a place to live.”

Xanthippe thought about this. “Maybe, but we have no fucking ID’s, and I’m not sure how we can get some. Oh well. Come on let’s go see if we can find something.”

Xanthippe and Silga then wandered around aimlessly. They didn’t find anything however. In fact it was getting late and Silga didn’t like being out in this part of the neighborhood at night. Of course Xanthippe wasn’t worried, she could kill any motherfucker who messed with her. A fact that also scared Silga.

After another hour of wandering aimlessly they stumbled across a homeless shelter. However they weren’t allowed inside.

“What the fuck do you mean we can’t stay here tonight?:” Xanthippe asked angrily of the volunteer worker. She wasn’t much older than Xanthippe, and she was intimidated by the ferocious half-goblin before her.

She spoke meekly. “I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t have anymore room. And no offense but you seem to be more well off than most.”

Xanthippe sighed, then flipped the woman off. She was still pissed, but the woman had a point. Objectively they hadn’t had it so bad. They managed to be fine just drinking the rainwater, despite not having any food, and even the box they had wasn’t so bad, at least until it had rained.

The woman gave Xanthippe and Silga some blankets. They went outside, not far from the settler. Xanthippe saw a bearded man sitting by a fire, he was drinking beer. “Hey man, can I have that?” Xanthippe asked. Drunkenly the man happily gave Xanthippe the bottle.

After the homeless man passed out Xanthippe stole his stash of beer. Silga, deciding that there wasn’t any point in stopping Xanthippe, fell asleep.

In the morning she found Xanthippe leaned up against the wall, clutching her head in her hands. “Fuck! Shit I haven’t had a hangover in awhile. Most of that shit is pretty tame for my half-goblin body.”

Silga placed her hand on the half-goblins shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Xanthippe shook her head. “No. But it’s fine. I guess that wasn’t fucking beer the old bastard was drinking. It doesn’t matter. Listen Silga my head hurts to fucking much to even stand. Can you go look for some place to get a fucking job? It won’t be so bad since it’s morning.”

Silga gulped nervously. She wasn’t thrilled about exploring the city be herself. Especially not when she was still in the shady part of town. Or at least on the edge of it. Silga sighed and resigned herself to find a job, or at least someone willing to hire a twenty one year old woman with no ID.

Xanthippe grumbled some more than layed down on her blanket. Silga then left the homeless shelter and went exploring. It wasn’t long until she got lost and had no idea where she was at. After about two hours she found herself near some shopping centers. She saw a map on the side of a building across the street.

She crossed over, hoping the map would give her an idea of where she was. Looking at the map she saw that she was in Canterlot Mall. Of course she had no idea where she was before. All she could guess at was that she must've been somewhere in the downtown area.

Of course this didn’t help her in any way whatsoever. Silga heard a woman shout from down the street. Looking in the direction of the woman's scream she saw a purple haired pale skinned woman running from some men.

“Get back you ruffians!” The woman yelled as she tried to beat them back with her purse. However one of the boys, in a group of three, grabbed the purse and yanked it from her hands. The woman dropped the shopping bags she was carrying. Pushing the woman aside the men grabbed the bags.

Silga clenched her fists angrily. She wasn’t strong enough to stop the men, and Xanthippe wasn’t there to help her. Silga tooke in a deep breath, a woman was being robbed she couldn’t just stand by and let it happen.

“Hey jerks!” Silga yelled as she ran towards them. She shoved one of them to the ground. The other two men were stunned by what Silga had just done. Taking this opportunity Sigla punched one of the men in the face.

The other man than grabbed Silga by the arms and pulled her back. “Easy now girly no one needs to be hurt.”

Silga slammed her head back into the man's jaw. Which had the effect of causing him to lose his grip. Silga pulled free, the man on the ground had gotten up by this point. Silga kicked him in the crotch, he collapsed to the ground in pain.

The other man punched Silga across the face. Blood burst from her mouth as a fresh wound was opened. Upon seeing Silga be punched in the face the purple haired woman lashed out. Taking her high heel she stabbed it into the man who punched Silga. He screamed out in pain as the purple haired woman drove it into his thigh.

The other two men then fled. The man with the injured thigh however was enraged. “You fucking bitch!” He screamed as he tried to grab Rarity. However Silga had gotten back up by this point and stepped in his way. The man pushed Silga back into some stairs.

Silga losing her footing fell down. “No!” The purple haired woman screamed. A sickening crunch was heard as Silva's neck snapped. Horrified, the man ran for his life. The purple haired woman ran down the steps as fast as she could.

Silga opened her eyes in a daze. Silga wasn’t quite sure what had happened. She remembered falling down the stairs, but not what happened afterwards. The purple haired woman felt Silga's neck, and to her surprise it wasn't broken anymore. Silga’s ankh necklace glowed briefly before fading out.

Silga noticed this but wasn’t sure what it meant. She shook her head. “Hello, I’m Silga,” Silga said attempting to get up. She grimaced in pain with the movement however.

“Don’t get up darling, you are too injured for that. It is truly miraculous that you didn’t break your neck on during the fall,” The woman replied. From Silga's vantage point, and the poor lighting, the woman seemed like an angel to Silga.

She gasped at the woman's beauty. Her flowing purple locks, her fair skin, and exquisite facial features. “You’re a very beautiful woman,” Silga said dumbly. Her neck was no longer broken, but she didn’t possess all her mental facilities at the moment.

The woman blushed. “My name is Rarity, darling. It is truly a pleasure to meet you Silga.”

After this Rarity went and got some other people to help her carry Silga out of the stair well. She didn’t call 911 however, since Silga didn’t have a broken neck none of her injuries were serious enough to warrant an ambulance.

Rarity then called a cab and had the driver take them to the hospital. After sitting in the waiting room for three hours a doctor was ready to see Silga. He diagnosed her with a mild concussion and treated the bruises she had all over her body from the fall. Rarity grimaced when she saw the bill. Her insurance wasn’t very good, but she couldn’t very well abandon the woman who just saved her. Silga sat dumbly off to the side while Rarity filled out the insurance papers.

Since it was only a mild concussion most of her senses had returned to her by this point. However she still had a raging headache and the hospital light shut her eyes. She took of her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

Rarity then approached Silga. “Darling, now that’s taken care of, I will take you anywhere you need to go.”

Silga looked up at Rarity, her brain wasn’t working at its normal speed. “Uh I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow at this. “Well the doctor did say you would be recovering from your conclusion. No worry darling, I will take you to my place until we can get this matter resolved.”

With that Rarity called another taxi and took Silga back to her place. Her place turned out to be a fashion store called Canterlot Boutique. The first floor was a store front, Rarity took her up to the second floor. There were several bedrooms up here, one of which Rarity lead Silga to.

“Lie down darling. Why don’t you have a nice rest. We will see about getting you home afterwards,” Rarity said sweetly as she lead Silga into a guest bedroom. Looking at Rarity, Silga realized the purple haired woman was at least six to eight years older than her.

Too tired to contemplate this Silga accepted Rarity’s offer and fell asleep on the bed.

While Silga had managed to at least save a woman from muggers today, Xanthippe had managed to grumble like a whiny bitch about her hangover.

“Fuck off! If a half-goblin has a hangover, you know it’s bad,” Xanthippe said as she tried to drown out the noise with a blanket. It was about eight o'clock now, and it was already dark out. “Where the fuck is Silga? You said she stopped some muggers?”

Yes she helped a purple haired woman named Rarity. She’s sleeping at her house right now.

Xanthippe grumbled. “Bitch is getting it on while I sit out in the fucking cold. Fantastic.”

After about a three hour nap Silga woke up. She was feeling much better. She decided to look at her phone, which still hurt her eyes when she looked at it.

Seeing the narrator's most recent comments she realized that it was time for her to go back to Xanthippe. She left her room and found Rarity in a small upstairs kitchen. “Oh darling do come and have some tea with me!” Rarity said cheerily as she saw Silga approach.

“Hey Rarity, it is Rarity right? Anyways I have to leave. My friend is sitting outside of a homeless shelter right now, she’s kind of wondering where I’ve been all day,” Silga said.

Rarity put down her cup of tea. She looked at Silga with concern. “Dear, are you saying that you are homeless?”

Silga nodded. “Yeah, my friend and I came to this city recently from a far away place. We don’t have any money or ID’s.”

Rarity got up out of her chair and approached Silga. She hugged the woman tightly. “Darling I would love for you and your friend to stay here.”

Silga was taken aback. A woman she just met was offering to let her stay in her home. “I don’t know what to say. That is very generous of you.”

“It is only fair darling. You saved me after all,” Rarity said with a slight chuckle. Silga smiled.

“She’s at the homeless shelter downtown, I don’t know where that is.” Silga twirled her hair nervously.

Rarity dismissed this with a hand have. “Nonsense darling I know the place that you are referring to. I will go call a taxi then we can go find your friend.”

About an hour later they pulled up in front of the homeless shelter. Xanthippe smiled when she saw Silga and the woman approach.

“Yeah Silga! You fucked a hot bitch tonight!” Xantippe yelled excited at what she believed had turned into a booty call for Silga. Silga blushed at this. Rarity's cheeks turned flush with anger.

“How dare you make such accusations about a lady! I will have you know that Silga and I did nothing of the story! In fact Silga saved me from some muggers earlier, and to repay that act I offered for her to stay with me, at least until she could find her own place,” Rarity said haughtily, and out of breath near the end.

Xanthippe laughed. “Hey Silga you mentioned me right?”

Rarity’s jaw dropped horrified. “This is your friend?”

Silga nodded proudly. “Yes this is Xanthippe Zax Fix Legore.”

Xanthippe waved, she was still sitting on the ground. “Can we please fucking go already? It’s fucking freezing out here.”

Rarity put her head in her hand. Oh dear what am I getting myself into? She thought as she lead Silga and Xanthippe back to the taxi.

“Hey cunt I thought you said you could only narrate me and Silva's thoughts? What the fuck gives?” Xanthippe asked the narrator confused. Rarity looked aghast at Xanthippe’s statement.

“Don’t worry about it, she does that sometimes,” Silga said reassuringly.

I think the character has to at least be in the same chapter as you two. But if neither of you are in the chapter I don’t think it works. But who knows.

Xanthippe shrugged at the narrator's statement. It was another hour before they got back to Rarity’s place. By this time it was midnight. Rarity lead Silga and Xanthippe to their separate rooms. Both women thanked her for letting them crash at her place.

Silga snuggled into her blankets cozily. Xanthippe did the same, but less gracefully. After a while both girls fell asleep. Their adventure so far hadn’t turned out half bad.

Author's Note

Thanks to reading is magic for help with this chapter.