Piecefully Delivered

by Fetish Account

Rating: teen
Tags: Violence, Anthro, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Original Character, Royal Guard, Tragedy
Length: 3227

I've been working at this pizza joint for the past few months, but never in all my time in working here, would I imagine I get into shit like this.

Sundays have always been the busiest, whether it was personal celebrations or just because more ponies were off work this day, we were always swarmed with orders left and right. I was supposed to deliver this one last order before turning in for the night. Never would I have predicted that a simple delivery would end with the disaster it did.

My entry into the VorePone's Art Jam which current theme was: Pizza Delivery Gone Wrong. I'll post the invite link when in the author's note when I get the time.

Published 2019-05-10 16:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-10 16:40:01 UTC

The Delivery Gone Wrong

Author's Note

So, I was torn up on how to rate this story accordingly, but I went with T because even if a couple of shots are fired and there is a bit of sexual appealment in it, it's doesn't feel like it's an abundance of it to the point where I'll have to change the ratings from T to M. But that's just me, if you guys think that this deserves an M-rating after reading through, then please tell me so I can change it accordingly and avoid any avoidable trouble.

The Delivery Gone Wrong

After working for 3 months at Dusty’s Port Pizza, it didn’t take me long to figure out that Sundays were always the busiest days for some reason, no matter how many hands we had on deck on a Sunday, our business would inevitably be halted by the overflow of orders, both in delivery and pick-up. I never understood so many people wanted their pizza or pizza-parlor products on Sundays. Of course, it was a weekend day, but Saturday had never been as busy as Sundays, so there had to be something else that made Sunday especially special.

Luckily, the word day always seemed to slow down considerably by time midnight was rolling around. I myself was delivering the last order for my shift and would be allowed to take the car home, my boss only told me that I would have to wake up early to bring the car to the store, so needless to say, I was happy that I could deliver this food and be done with the day.

That happiness, however, vanished the moment I pulled up to the assigned address. A feeling of dread filled my stomach when I realized that the person ordering had ordered from one of the more shadier parts of town. I should have noticed the address when the cashier handed me the receipt, but I was just too tired at that point to really pay attention to anything. Now, a sane person would just turn around and high-tail it out of there, but I didn’t want to do that since while my boss is one of the most controlling sticklers you’ll ever meet, she would chew anyone out who dared to go against the rules, both literally and figuratively. Add on to the fact that she harbored some kind of hatred for me and was a greedy mare, I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.

Sighing loudly, I turned the car off and stepped out with the food in hand and my pistol in the other, ready to blow someone’s kneecaps skyhigh if things got too sticky for diplomacy to work. I tried to be brave and strong as the front door approached, but the constant nervous ruffling of my feathers were a massive indicator that I was more nervous to follow through with my last delivery than a shy kid trying public speaking for the first time.

Once in front of the door, I steeled my nerves and knocked a consecutive three times. I knocked harder than I usually did because the time of night was quite late and the house was pretty huge, a whole 4 stories tall, and the only lights that were on was what I guessed to be the living room and some unidentifiable room on the 3rd floor. After a while of no answers, I raised my hand to knock again but stopped myself when I noticed the curtains to the right of me seemed to be slightly propped up. Naturally, I took a quick peak and almost dropped the food in a panic.

In the place where the curtain was lifted, a small portion of a face. It was shrouded in darkness, so I couldn’t tell much about the face other than the piercing red eyes. Red eyes that hid a much more malicious intent than I was expecting.

Deciding that I would much rather try to avoid stewing away inside my boss’s gut, I began to back peddle very subtly, trying to make it look like I was just shuffling in my place. But I was an idiot to think that would work because she noticed my actions immediately and closed the curtain, only to open the door mere seconds afterwards.

The quick turn of events was enough for me to drop the delivery bag and whip out my pistol, I was mere seconds from shooting the mare standing in the doorway dead, but stopped myself in fear of being accused of murder. And now that I had a full unrestricted view of the mare, I began to observe her form. I’ll admit, she was pretty hot: standing at an astonishing 7’9, with an hourglass body to kill, a nice round-shaped ass and two big HH-cup melons. The majority of her body was put on for display by the poor choice of clothing she wore. 12/10 would ask out if she hadn’t already creeped me out.

After staring me down for what felt like an eternity but was only 30 seconds, the mare smiles and beacons me over. “C’mere so I can pay for the food.” Even if we were staring each other down like two hungry wolves, the unbelievably calm and undeniably sultry tone leaving her lips caused me to jump.

I was baffled as to why she was so calm and collected when I had a perfect view of her head where I could choose to unload a couple of bullets if she so dares to step forward. “I’m not sure what you’re planning, but I’d rather die than take another step.” I declared, tightening my grip on my hand gun so I could fire without hesitation if the situation called for it.

That damn smile on her face seemed to grow instead of falter like one would in the situation she found herself in. “You don’t trust me?” She asked the most oblivious question on the face of a planet.

It took me a while to process the sheer stupidity escaping her lips at the moment before I finally said. “You’re hot, live in the shadiest part of town, and you peaked at me through the curtains of your window while trying to hide it.” I listed the creepy behaviors she’s exhibited in the couple of minutes we’ve met. “You’ve given me every reason to be skeptical.” I stated clearly.

She spreads her arms out in a mocking embrace-esque fashion. “But I haven’t hurt you…” She trailed off for what I could only guess was to create suspense. As if there weren’t enough of that already.

“Yet.” I completed her sentence as I saw her open her mouth to finish it herself. “You haven’t hurt me yet, but that doesn’t help your case when you’ve already committed a plethora of suspicious actions.” This time though, she doesn’t open her mouth to retort me. Instead, I had just realized that she wasn’t looking at me. I mean, she was looking in my general direction, and I initially thought that her attention was given to me, but after closer inspection, realized that she was looking at something behind me.

Acting quick, I ducked to my right which was a wise decision since not even 5 seconds after I moved, a right hook swung in my direction and would have hit if I hadn’t moved. But unlike a normal person with a gun, instead of shooting my assailant, I delivered a devastating kick to the chin. My attacker stumble backwards as she wasn’t expecting something like that, giving me ample time to roundhouse kick her straight in the head. If it had been a stallion or a colt, the force of my kick would have knocked them over, but since it was a mare, she withstood the attack.

“You little piece of shit…” Although it looked like it hurt if her cursing was anything to go by.

Knowing that this was without a doubt a hostile situation, I bolted to my car… or tried to bolt to my car but was halted when someone grabbed my arm and threw me on the ground hard enough to force me to let go of my gun.

Without even thinking, I reach out for the gun I had dropped, only to be stopped when the mare in the doorway kneeled down and grabbed my arm, pushing it backward violently, a sharp snap sounding the empty block we found ourselves in. I screamed as my shoulder was dislocated so quickly I had no time to react or defend myself.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you pizza delivery guys are all the same.” She mocked me. “If you would have complied, maybe you could have escaped with your life.” I knew it was a lie and frowned accordingly, which seemed to amuse her as the smile she sported grew in size.

The mare I kicked stood up and took my gun in hand, kneeling down and pressing the gun to my head. “You’re going to pay for kicking me in the mouth little fucker.” She seethed.

I feared for my life as I waited for the bullet to pierce my skull and kill me. But death didn’t come as she relocated the muzzle of the gun from my head to my shoulder that wasn’t dislocated, and without hesitation, shot.

*BANG*

Even when I had been anticipating the pain, what I experienced was both simultaneously less and worse from what I imagined. My eyes felt like they were on the verge of popping out of their sockets as the pain within me rose to magnitudes unimaginable.

The smirks on both the mares’ faces twisted into sadomasochistic leers as they revelled in the pain they inflicted upon me. “I’m going to enjoy torturing you.” The mare I kicked said as she moved the gun to my stomach, and just like before, unloaded a bullet into my abdomen.

*BANG*

The pain was no worse than before, yet I screamed like it was 10 times worse. They then moved to my right kneecap…

*BANG*

Either it was the situation I was in or my imagination going haywire, I felt the my kneecap shatter slowly as the bullet passed through it. The heightened imaginary vision of what occurred caused my screams to amplify in intensity.

They next moved to the wrist of the shoulder they shot.

*BANG*

My wrist bone was obliterated by the bullet like a brick being smashed by a sledgehammer. Nay, it was worse.

My breath was ragged and my throat writhed in pain from the excessive screaming, but my pain wouldn’t end when I felt a piercing pain enter the side of my throat, the edge of the blade barely avoiding my windpipe.

“Be careful G, we still want him to be alive for digestion.” The mare holding the gun chastised playfully.

G rolled her eyes. “Oh please, with all this, he’d be lucky to live another minute.” She replied, removing the knife, preparing to s strike who knows were.

I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, whether it’d be by digestion or by injury, my life would end today. And in the most painful way possible too… Should’ve known.

*BANG* *BANG*

I winced when I heard the gunshots, only to open my eyes when I realized that no further pain radiated from anywhere in my body only to see that G and the unidentified mare seething in pain, both were holding their wrist which held the weapons in each hand.

I looked towards the originator of the shots and almost gasped in glee, seeing that the one who shot was a Royal Guard member, and she had a partner who seemed to have been a medic.

“Light Heart, check on the kid, see how bad his injuries are.” The Guard instructs.

Light approached me, kneeling down and inspecting the wounds I have acquired. I took a deep breath and tried as hard as possible to not tremble from the pain I exhibited.

“Relax sweetheart, you’ve been through a lot.” LIght sothed, inspecting each and every injury I had. “You suffered a lot, but you should be salvageable if we get you treatment soon.” She declares.

The Guard had been listening and nods before gripping the mare who shot me by the throat and hoisting her into the air. “We’ll get him treatment as soon as these degenerates are dealt with.” She affirmed the next course of action. “This should be quick, until then, just hold on.” I could tell she was directing it to me.

Despite the pain I was in, I tried to speak when Light put her finger to my lips, shushing me. “Just nod, trying to talk will only make it worse.” I trusted her judgement and nodded.

The Guard saw the nod and then proceeds to open her mouth and stuff the mare in her grip’s head inside, clamping her jaws tight around the throat and moving both hands to the arms of her impromptu prey before violently pushing them back, an identical snap to the one I endured when my shoulder was dislocated sounded the area. A muffled scream was heard from the Guard’s maw.

G, along with the rest of us, could only stare in disbelief as the admittedly larger than usual guard devoured the criminal with relative ease. Once the criminal’s face bulged out the Guard’s throat, the Guard quickened her pace. I watched in amazement as the pony who would have been responsible for my death now had her ample chest inside the Guard’s mouth.

I winced as Light gingerly slid her hands under my head and legs. “I know this is going to hurt, but I need to put you in the car.” She says, picking me up ever so gently.

She began walking to the large car while I still had a good enough view of the Guard who was now working on the legs of the criminal. The Guard’s stomach started to bloat out slightly, with the bottom half of the criminal at this point.

Light used her magic to open the car and put me inside, closing the door and getting in the driver’s seat. I watched tentatively as the legs of the criminal disappear between the lips of the guard.

Once all was said and done, the Guard looks at G with what I could only guess as hatred before she steps on G’s ankle with enough force, I could hear the shattering of her ankle bone in the car, the sickening sound only blanketed by the equally yet much louder shriek of pain. The sequence of events was played a second time almost like a rewinded video as the Guard laid waste to the other ankle.

My neck felt tired after raising it for quite some time, so I laid it back down to rest my head. Either it was the blood lost, exhaustion, or both, I blacked out after laying my head. Only hoping that I would wake up later.

The Aftermath

The pain radiating throughout my body was so spectacular that not even taking 2 pills of Motrin was nearly enough to quell the agony. I begged and begged for more just so I wouldn’t have to spend every waking moment for the next 6 months in constant unbearable pain, but Light Heart warned me that taking too much pain medication can have a negative effect on my psyche, and the trauma that had just happened, adding more negative effects can have disastrous results.

“I’m so sorry Honey, I know it hurts, but giving you more will only make things worse.” Light apologized. And yes, my name is Honey.

Ii sighed. “Damn’t.” I cursed under my breath. “It was a normal Sunday, and then bam, my knee’s unusable, my wrist is nearly demolished, I might as well say goodbye to my shoulder. And I have a hole in my stomach. It’s like all my bad luck just culminated in this one spectacular event.” I lamented my current state. “It’s like some higher power wanted me to live through the pain just for the shits and giggles.”

The look in Light’s eyes only remained the same solemn regret that they held for the past hour. “I know, I can’t even begin to imagine the pain you’re experiencing. Just wish we could have done something faster.” She looked away. “The fact that they’ve been doing this for at least 6 months is deplorable at best and at a blight on our abilities at worst.” She said. “It was by pure chance that we came across you when we did.”

Closing my eyes, I laid my head back a bit. “But it’s by choice you chose to stop.” My words seem to surprise he, but she doesn’t reply. “Anyone else would have left me at their mercy, they wouldn’t even bat an eye. But you stopped, you could have let me die by their hands. But you didn’t, you saved me.” I tightened the grip I had on her hand. “And for that, I thank you.”

“But you’re the real champ, it’s only because you stay strong we were able to get you treatment.”

Looking towards the new voice, I couldn’t help but smile weakly at the sight of the Royal Guard I have come to know who’s name was Crimson Hand.

She smiles lightly before joining us. “You’re real tough to have lived through that.” She praised. “Even though you’ll never be the same again, these scars only serve as a reminder that you came back from the impossible.” She assured me.

Even with her praise, I couldn’t help but frown when she said ‘never the same again’. “How bad are my injuries again?” I questioned.

A deep sigh escapes Light’s throat. “Your kneecap is done, there were only small fragments of what once was.” She started. “You’re wrist won’t return to normal, but it will heal after a couple of months of little use, your shoulder suffered little more than your wrist. We sowed your stomach back together.” She said. “The only thing that will return to normal is your neck. You’re very lucky that the knife didn’t touch your throat or was rusty, that would have just complicated things further.” She didn’t sound so positive when she said that last sentence.

I could only nod, moving my own good hand to feel the bandages around my throat. “Those criminals really did a number on me, huh?” The question was more directed to myself. “I really am lucky.” I couldn’t help but tear up. “This fucking sucks.” I could only imagine Crimson and Light flinch when I cursed. “If I had been more careful, I wouldn’t be here. Now I have to rewrite everything in my life.” The rivers started to come down as I made a fist. “Now my entire future is up in flames, just like that. Burned and blown away. It fucking sucks all hell that I have to rewrite everything from scratch.”

My saviors didn’t say a word, both silenced by the tragedy that had struck me.

I’m sure everything isn’t gone. I’m still alive, I can still breath, my life is still here. But fucking goddamn’t. I’m back from square zero. Maybe things will get better. But only time will tell.