Mechanical Angel

Chapter #3: Twilight gets to play mail-mare.

“Twilight. Get up.” A voice said.

The mare let out a tired groan as she felt herself being dragged somewhere by her tail and one of her legs.

“Twilight. Get. Up.” The voice said more sternly.

The feeling of vomit began to rise jolting her awake and she readily leaned over the toilet, puking aggressively. The sound of loud, wet plops as half-digested food and 12-hour old booze left her stomach.

“There there. It's alright, Twilight. Just let it all out.”

“Fluttershy,” Twilight said with clenched teeth. “Shut your crazy, unhinged flank! You're yelling in my ear.” She hissed.

The yellow mare flinched with a nearly inaudible gasp. “Twilight. Such foul language for a Princess! I'm not speaking any louder than I usually would.”

Twilight grit her teeth, throwing her hoof back, popping the yellow mare in her jaw. “I. Said. Stop. Yelling.” Twilight growled, her horn flashing and sparking with magical energy.

The meek, reserved mare whimpered as she slinked against the floor, crawling away from the enraged lavender alicorn.

“P-please don't hurt me.” She whimpered, peeing herself as terror gripped her heart. “Please.” She begged as Twilight took a few towards the frightened mare, boxing her in between the wall and the tub.

At that moment, Twilight froze as a glimmer of hope flashed in Fluttershy’s gaze. She was giving Fluttershy exactly what she wanted… Twilight was about to do to Fluttershy what she failed to do herself just a few months prior.

“Please,” Fluttershy begged. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Shit,” Twilight said under her breath as she ran back over the toilet, puking again.

“Have you been taking your pills?” Twilight asked the mare as she wiped her muzzle of bile and chunks of food.

“... I- i can make my own decisions. I'm a grown mare” She whispered defensively.

“Whatever Fluttershy. If you want to live the rest of your miserable life, without a wink of sleep as a crazy agitated bitch. Be my fucking guest! Just don't come crawling back to me in a coffin. Now, c’mon. We can't leave Rarity waiting!”

“You're inconsiderate of what I w-”

“We were all there, Fluttershy! Not just you. Now stop talking about it.” Twilight said, picking the mare up with her magic, leading her out of the bathroom and out the castle.

“SPIKE! I’m leaving to bring Fluttershy to Rarity! Clean up that mess you left in the bathroom!”

A distant groan echoed from one of the rooms and the sound of a rousing dragon could be heard as Twilight slammed shut the double doors to her castle with a deafening boom.

Twilight and a reluctant Fluttershy made their way to Carousel Boutique. The home and place of business to her friend. Rarity and her younger sister, Sweetie Belle.

With a small inkling of magic, the door to the building was opened by a flare of magic.

The mare of white and purple looked up from her sewing machine to see her rather unexpected guest.

Her mane was messy and matted, knotted with tangles and knots. Her muzzle and barrel are covered in dried puke and blood. She had an angry scowl on her face and a horrible black eye that was encrusted with dried pus and blood. Her breath smelled of salt, booze, and vomit. Her guest was none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle.

“I've got a package for you,” Twilight said roughly, as she dropped Fluttershy on the floor and nudged her closer to the mare of white fur.

With that done, Twilight swaggered back out of the door drinking what was left of her scotch she kept stashed away in her saddlebags as she made her way to that nutcase they called a “therapist”.

The only “therapeutic” thing about that mare was free coffee and cookies she supplied at her leisure. She didn't provide this “closure” that everypony keeps talking about. To her, she's nothing more than an excuse to steal good food and taxpayer bits.

Unbeknownst to Twilight, a mare with binoculars stood on a hill in the distance, watching as everything took place.

“Twilight Sparkle. Spike. Fluttershy. Rarity.” The mare repeated the names to herself as another flurry of memories rushed through her, creating yet another vicious headache for the mare. Prepared this time, she lightly bit her tongue to stop herself from crying out as pain rocketed through her head.

“I remember... Magic, animals, and a…. Dress. There was this… party? A celebration? Something or whatever. Then something bad happened, something horrible. I have to know more!” She said to herself.

After slowly massaging her temples to alleviate the pain, she started on her way, deeper into the unknown town of Ponyville, tailing the purple alicorn from a distance.