No Heros

Good ponies.

Weak-willed fools who will end up dying faster than the rest of us. People will only end up at the bottom of the food chain by choosing not to live for themselves. They fail to see that being a good pony makes you weak and more likely to die in this world. Of course, there might be some benefits. For example, they might gather connections by using the goodness of their heart.

That's all well and good until they decided to waste it on a cause that might never change. There's hope and then there's those who make hope their entire ideology. People who waste everyone's time including their own by hoping for a miracle if the need ever arises. Who might let the bad guy get away or try to change their morals because they believe that it's the right to do.

Useless.

There is no good no evil or religion you have to follow. It's all about survival and pleasure in all the right ways.

That's the truth,

And yet good ponies continue to exist.

I once encountered one trying to buy a slave we held that so happened to be his niece. The transaction went smoothly and yet when he saw the others we held he offered to buy them all.

I asked him why.

He told me that as a follower of Harmony that it was the so-called right thing to do.

I shot his niece

Point blank in the face.

She died on the spot and I made sweet pleasure to her corpse while the stallion was forced to watch. I then had my men tear off her head and used it as my piss bucket for weeks right in front of him.

Every. Single. Time.

Suffice it to say he was no longer a believer nor filled with the urge to help others.

Even to this day, he stays locked away forever rotting alone.

I visit him sometimes. Using the moment to share in my more diverse desires along with him.

He still screams.

The second time was with another stallion who was a sheriff in his little town. After a deal went wrong, I was captured and held for days. Around that time I met a sheriff with a weak heart. I told him a pretend sob story about how I didn't have a choice in joining the gang and that my sister who was incredibly injured and sick was sitting for me. It took a while but eventually, he gave in believing in my lies.

I slowly tore his face off and made him watch as his town burned.

The way his eyes looked as if his wife was torn apart by a pair of griffins was something I can never forget.

It gets me aroused just thinking about it.

Fuck.

In a world like this, you're either strong or weak, and all those so-called good ponies are weak fools who try to make you weak by being near them. Parasites exist with no higher purpose but to die foolishly.

Then there are people like me.

Ponies and other creatures who look out for themselves and only themselves. Ponies who know the truth about morals and just wanna have a little fun as a result. These are normal functioning people who are far superior to anything or anyone else. The only one in this entire Wasteland with common sense.

Then again it's not like I don't deal with them either, but at least they knew better compared to those idiots.

Then again standing in our way is already a dumb decision to begin with.

Fortunately they don't learn witch makes it all the more fun. Especially for Esper who loves adding to her never ending collection of trinkets that I honestly find quit amusing. My favorite part about them is being able to see the glint in her eyes as she goes about adding to her collection.

Such a determined and passionate little mare.

Speaking of the word little.

Second Chance has been fitting in nicely with the rest of the gang. From what I heard she is still struggling with those silly morals of hers. Hopefully by using constant exposure she'll end up getting numb or better yet a hardwired killing machine.

If not?

Well, then we will do it my way.

A way that a certain grey pegasus is all too familiar with.

They say having fun in the expense of others is wrong, well I'm here to tell you with Grime I almost never had so much fucking fun.

I laugh.

As I did the mare under me screamed for her boyfriend to help her. Unfortunately the stallion was too busy bleeding out inside the cage after getting a little too aggressive for my licking.

His mare on the other hoof?

Too easy.

After having my fun I hung her upside down before making sure the stallion was gonna live for just a little bit longer. Walking out of the cel area I had a few of my guys and gals walk up to me.

"What happened? "

"Apparently we have a buyer who's more than interested in spending a large sum on colts and fillies."

I raises a brow.

"How large?"

They whisper it in my ear.

I grin.

"Oh I have a feeling that I'm gonna love this guy."