Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this update is my way of let y'all know that I'm still yearning to write even after a few days ago; however, this is still a Mature fimfic so unless you're in eighteen plus panel, please get off of this website now while you still can cause I have a surprise: this chapter will contain some light bloodshed.

For those of you wanting to know how I was able to come up with this chapter, let's just say that this one will be a breather from the clop material I had subjected y'all to weeks ago; of course, this will also mean that the end is already nigh but in a good way for the lot of us.

Nevertheless, I just want to state for the record two things to those who may have forgotten what I had said in the previous chapters: first, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic and its setting and characters still belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; also, considering that it's still a crossover with Rick and Morty, that too, belongs to Dan Harmon as well.

Enjoy this one because I feel that now is the time that Summer deserves to unleash some payback on the writer after walking in on her brother last time; speaking of which, at least this can serve as catharsis for those of you in the audience who didn't like my clopfic (initially).

Reprisal

The azure wholesome skies and its puffy white clouds had set the atmosphere in play as it circled the world's hemisphere with the golden yellow sun now rising up. The breeze was so gentle it titled the trees back and forth peacefully and carefully even as some didn't move at all; even the birds' sang in a twittering set of chirps. The flowers sprouted up from beneath the soil and kissed the fertile jade grass all while dancing around and about amongst the critters that trudged about nearby. A few automobiles of all shapes, sizes, makes, and even models drove through and around every single inch of paving thereof to get to where their owners wanted. People were seen leaving home, most of whom kissed their spouses and/or hugged their brood before setting outward to start the day that was right around them.

There was only a house with only one window being lit on; more descriptively, it was accommodated with everything that anyone could find in an average room. The ceiling had a spinner fan suspended ten feet from the ground while acting as the main source of light in this room like usual ceilings had, carrying only wooden panels. The background of the vast bedroom was surrounded in a pale green while being two yards away from the epicenter; beneath was the flooring, wooden like the fan as well. Like so, there was a sleigh bed resting against the wall fluffy yet small and donned in a harmless white comforter with chocolate sheets accompanied by matching pillows. There was also a long beige sofa that people would have sat on next to a coffee table as it had currently held two bags: one, a pewter tote; the other, a purple backpack. About two dressers were varied by size: one was big and wide enough to hold a television set above; the other dresser was merely standing next to a small computer in use.

Sitting directly in front of the electronic device was a lone blue stallion with his face illuminated by the squared screen he was staring into already. The occupant in question wore a black coiffure with its very tresses already shaped in a large raggedy afro with so many neglected loose ends. All that the young blue pony wore upon his body was a white shirt with long sleeves and a pair of blue shorts running past the owner’s kneecaps. Yearning out from the light brown irises, its owner was currently focused on a large paragraph of black alphanumerical text already squinting about.

“Finally, at last my magnum opus has been finally completed: all this years of writing have paid off as I finish my autobiography; look out world because there’s a new writer ready to win a Polieren Prize…!” he had cried out loud with overwhelming joy as he rose from his seat and outstretched his left arm.

As the blue pony basked about in the arrogant afterglow, a small cloud of electrons grew upon the adjacent partition buzzing about. Soon enough, the surging sparks had suddenly shaped themselves into a flat circle all swirly with several shades simulating a shamrock. Holding on its own form for a few seconds, it’d spat out another equine like himself but much drastically different than the former.

A lone olive unicorn stepped onto the floor and locked eyes with the blue pony whom had quickly shrunken back away from the moving shape at once. The invader had possessed a solid carroty shade of color right upon both the mane and tail, the former already resting at the nape of the owner’s neckline. Even though that the olive unicorn was heavily dressed in dark clothes, the top part of the wearer’s torso sticking out was proof of such femininity. She was currently peering outward with shades of peridot, both of which gleamed about with toxicity thanks to the black paint underlining them literally.

It wasn’t long until the olive unicorn ran up and punched him square in the muzzle, sending him flying onto the bed but destroying the computer in the process; afterwards, she had growled, “how the fuck do you like it, you goddamn sicko?!”

“What the Hell is your problem, you cunt?” the blue pony coughed out, blood and teeth escaping as well, “that computer cost a fortune…!”

“Fuck the damned computer and fuck you too, fiddler…!” she screamed before grabbing him by the neck into a literal chokehold all at once.

Even though that the blue pony attempted to fight back against his attacker, he couldn’t break free as his vision of the latter became blurry. The narrow line of eyesight was shrinking slowly but surely as his own feelings of triumph and satisfaction turned to trepidation and anger. Clamped onto the blue pony’s neckline firmly, the olive unicorn was pounds per square inches away from ending his movements and life. Hearing him struggling for air was tantamount to begging for his worthless existence in her eyes and ears all observing rather contemptuously.

Suddenly, the olive unicorn broke away at once, confusing her victim as the blue pony had struggled to breathe again, “why…?”

“You brought this on yourself, bitch: that was my baby brother Morty you were writing about…!” she had answered, pulling out a small glass jar of yellow liquid and smashed it onto his head with little warning, “I hope you get your keister expanded and then some in the joint, you shit–snorting deviant; but until then, rest in piss…!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… YOU FUCKING CUNT, I’M BLIND… I’M FUCKING BLIND…!” the blue pony shrieked instantaneously as he was soaking about in the odorous fluid along with the blood and saliva upon his face as the shards were cutting into his skin almost immediately.

The swirling shape from earlier ago reappeared as the olive unicorn trotted away but not before dispatching a pair of long fingers extended towards her victim’s freshly damaged visage with an utter lack of mirth and an abundance of extreme displeasure.