Your Little Mailmare

Not dead! Just working full time. An night shifts to boot. Twelve hour night shifts. At a factory where you do the same thing over and over and over and over again. With a total of one WHOLE hour worth of breaks. Standing. And I couldn't come up with any good ideas.... And games. Lots of games....

With piss poor excuses out of the way! Here's the chapter you've been waiting for. I HOPE that after posting a chapter after doing some writing will make words appear on digital paper easier. I really do. I feel like sucha fucking hypocrite when I ask for a new chapter soon on a story I like when I know full well how long it's been since I worked on my own shit. Feel free to not forgive me. Just keep reading and put up with my BS.

Enough talk, onto the story!

Chatper Four

Things Escalating Quickly

The fight back to your house was intense, and brutal. You have been bitten several times, and the few changelings carrying weapons managed to scratch you, and one got lucky enough give you a deep gash. It clotted up quickly thanks to your implants however, so you weren’t in any danger as far as bleeding out was concerned.

Winded, wounded, and worried you finally made it to your house. When you got inside, Ditzy almost hit you over the head with a frying pan. “Calm down it’s me Ditzy.”

“Yeah? How do I know huh?!”

“Because you make the cutest noise right after you-”

“OKAY” She said cutting you off. “It’s you.”

“I’m glad you are taking this seriously.” You said more than a little surprised she isn’t still in a state of shock at the events unfolding around her. “I’m pleasantly surprised you are thinking this rationally during what is no doubt a stressful time for you. How are you so calm?”

“I’m like a duck on the pond right now.” She said after a few moments thought. “On the surface I look calm, but beneath the little feet are churning water a mile a minute. I so worried about the town, I was so worried about you until you showed up. I had faith you would so we can save our daughter.”

This was an emotional moment for you. You’ve always referred to Dinky as your daughter, she’s always called you dad, but Ditzy hasn’t called her your daughter too. You walked up and embraced Ditzy. “Thank you. You’ve always called her your daughter, but you just called her our daughter.... Words can’t express how I feel about that.

“But for now, I’ve got a daughter to rescue.” Walking over to the middle of the room, you peeled back a tackey area rug and tapped a sequence of tappytaps on the floor. With a slight rumble, the house shook as magical runes activated and arms deployed from the floor. Each with a piece of very heavy looking armor. Starting with your chest the arms applied your armor. A series of chinks and clunks sounded as the arms worked.

With the chest piece and power pack in place, your legs got suited up along with your helmet. With a hiss, the airtight seals kicked in. Your yellow and red armor was on, you were ready to kick ass, and most of all, most importantly, you were angry. One last arm rose up from the floor with a metal folding chair. As soon as you grabbed it, the chair lit up with a blue aura. You walked out side a slight tremor in the ground as the Earth itself yielded to your anger.

As you looked around outside, frowning angrily at all the damage the changelings have done, you look up at said changelings. Bellowing with a might that cause the sky crack with the sheer anger in your voice you yelled, “ALL RIGHT YOU COCK MUNCHERS! YOU HAVE FUCKED UP NOW! YOU GONE AND MADE ME ANGRY!!” With chair in hoof, you threw it like a demonic boomerang through the sky catching several changelings in the process. On the return trip, several changelings surrounded you, but as soon as you caught it, you slammed the ground with a mighty hoof the resulting shockwave knocking all the changelings down and dazing them.

“AT LEAST PUT UP A FIGHT DICKSICKLES! YOU CALL THIS SHIT AN ARMY?! I’LL WIPE MY ASS WITH YOUR MOM BY THE TIME I’M DONE WITH YOU FAGGOTS!” You started stampeding through the town cutting down every changeling in your path and curb stomping those that were literally in your path. Everywhere you went a trail of death was left behind. Changelings that tried to run were cut the fuck down as your hurled your power chair at them like a boomerang and on the return trip it got even more of them. That one short pony from that old cartoon you watched with the spiky hair didn’t have shit on you right now. What was his name again…? Vegetable? Didn’t matter. To angry to care.

“WHERE IS THE LEADER OF THIS RAGTAG SHIT EATTING GROUP OF TARGETS YOU SHITWIPES CALL AN ARMY AT?! I’M GOING TO SHOVE MY POWER CHAIR SO FAR UP YOUR ASS I’LL BE ABLE TO TEAR IT OUT YOUR COCK MUNCHING MOUTH!!” You bellowed very angrily to the sky.

From above you in the sky, Chrysalis descended upon you. “So. You are the one killing my changelings.” She said.

“ARE YOU THE DICK DIDDLING THUNDERCUNT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE ATTACK ON MY TOWN?!”

She smirked at you. Clearly misunderstanding how close to death she was. “Yes. I-” She was cut off however as you ran up to here and actually managed to shove your power chair up her ass. Without tearing her in half. When she opened her mouth to scream, a blue light was seen. The sound she made when she screamed sounded like your alarm however. A non-stop blaring ringing-

With a start you quickly sit up, the speed of which threw the covers off Ditzy and yourself. That was the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You reach a hoof over to shut off the alarm that was trying its damnedest to get your headache to split your head in half. “Oh, by the Creator…. That’s one hell of a hangover…. Ditzy, hun, no more Tequila. Ever. That shit always gives me the weirdest dreams.

The lump of pony on your left shifted and sat up. Big Macintosh said “Who’s Ditzy sugercube? Last night was fun.”

With a scream of absolute terror

You shot up from the bed you’re laying in, you just sat there trying to calm your breathing. The alarm started going off seconds later, which scares you shitless. You reach a hoof over to calmy turn it off, only to find you didn’t reach calmly at all. You smashed that bitch. To pieces.

A pony sat up on your left, and you looked over, slowly, like any sudden movements would startle it and make it attack you. It was Ditzy this time. “Hun, I had the weirdest dream. Within a dream. Two levels, it was messed up. No more Tequila, it fucks me up.” And if the hangover you are feeling is any indication, your body agrees.

“Mornin’ handsome.” A southern accent drawled out by a large red stallion made you scream as

You woke up. Again. “TEQEUILA! NEVER AGAIN!” A teal mare with a long silver mane mumbled “Quiet down, you’ll wake the triplets.” The stranger in your bed, or maybe her bed, caused you to scream as

You shot up from bed again. Waking up, AGAIN. Looking around cautiously, you didnt’ see anything out of the ordinary. You even saw Ditzy’s head laying on her pillow. When you felt something wet as you shifted about, you lifted the cover to see how bad the damage was from last nights sexcapades.

The decapited head and massive puddle of blood launched you out of bed, but you didn’t wake up. Panicing you

Rolled out of bed and onto the floor. “Fuck me! That’s like seven levels of weird!”

Ditzy woke up, and hissed “Quiet! My heads killing me!”

Yours wasn’t faring much better now that she mentioned it. “This a dream? Am I going to wake up again? This headache feels real enough….”

“Oh for the love of…. I told you this would happen if you stole my shots!”

“So that’s where the Tequila came from….”

“How many this time?”

“Seven I think. Lost count. Last one really freaked me out. Your head was in bed. Just your head.” You shivered visably. “That was fucked up….”

“Next time listen.”

“I don’t even remember you saying that.” You said, almost like you were proud of it.

“Don’t sound too smug. You were plastered. We need to quit drinking like that.”

“Oh yes. Indeed, though the drunken sex is usually worth the hangover.”

“True enough, but it’s expensive, even if only once a week. Not to mention what it’s doing to our livers.”

“Yeah yeah…. We’ll try to tone it down. A little at a time. How’d you sleep?”

“Fairly good I suppose. I feel rested enough anyway. For Faust’s sake my head hurts…. I’m getting some medicine.”

“I’ll suffer. Maybe it’ll help me slow down. I’ll go get started on…” You trailed off as you looked at the clock which read fourteen till twelve. “Lunch. Sheesh it’s late…. Good thing we go out drinking Saturday eh? Sunday is an off day baby! WOO! OWwwww….” You winced as your own over enthusiasm made your throbbing headache remind you it was still there.

“Serves you right,” Ditzy said as she stuck her head out of the bathroom. “Don’t forget underwear. I’m taking a shower, be down soon.”

“‘Kay” You started your way downstairs when the door to Dinky’s room opened up. “Afternoon dad. Out drinking again?”

“Yep.”

“Short answers mean you got into the Tequila again.”

You only sighed and lowered your head, responding sadly, you mutter a depressing “Yep….”

“Well, atleast it wasn’t a total waste. You got lucky at least.”

Any normal parent would be appalled their child figured out something so adult. You weren’t technically her parent yet, nor was she legally your child. That’s not even getting close to the whole ‘normal’ thing. Lifting your head up, you let and a single smug “Yep.”

“Faust have mercy on my soul….” She said as you went back to going downstairs. She followed in step with you. “So how many levels this time?”

“Seven.”

“Almost beat your record of nine.”

You paused for a moment on the stairs to shudder. “I don’t wanna talk about it…. That ninth one took a while to wake up from. I actually thought you, your mother, and I had a crazy threesome….”

“What.”

“That’s right, you didn’t know that yet….”

“Well then! Disturbing revelations aside, get to work warming up that soup I made. Hungry.”

“No problem.” Grabbing the pot out of the fridge, you put it on the stove and turned on the gas burner.

“Ya know, come to think of it,” Dinky said putting a hoof to her chin in thought. “You and mom have been having safe sex a lot more often than usual… anything I should know?” It was then you froze all movement. Dread clutched your guts and your heart dropped so fast, you were scared you just shit it out. This didn’t escape Dinky’s ever watchful eye however…. “You… you guys have been using protection of some sort right…?”

You slowly shook your head. Fear all over your muzzle as you turned towards Dinky. “Nope.” it was hard to cover the absolute terror in your voice.

“None? At all?” You shook your head slowly. Dread the only emotion you were expressing. “But…. But…. You two have been doing it for a while now….” You nodded. “You what this means right…?” You nod again.

Ditzy, of course, choose this moment to come down. “Well,” she said a little shakily. “I think I found a good reason to quit drinking.”

“Please tell me you two have been using protection and this is all one awful, but well executed plan?”

“I just got back from the bathroom.” Ditzy said quite seriously. “I was puking my guts up.”

You of course, choose this moment to pass out.