Clobbering Time Nevermore!

by Fireflower

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Violence, Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Fluttershy, Winona, Tragedy, Profanity
Length: 1213

A simple flashfic inspired by a past contest: no prize to be claimed as possible; a simple expedition with time so to speak of - failing that, a short story with low expectations and higher inquiries based on its contents in question nevertheless...

Nature exists in a delicate balance, and as king, we need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures: from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
- Mufasa, The Lion King (1994)

This was the waking world within the land of the living, home to numerous lifeforms, great and small, and the means for subsistence: even though many have questioned the existence of others like, and unlike, them, that fact it exists is enough to provide such certainty; alas, all is not well in this globe in particular and the reasons are far too much as is.

Of them was a lowly tree stump, the byproduct of which industries have been beholden to by man, and/or whatever species represents: unlike most of them, it was capable of speech, much like the dominant lifeform in question, alongside potentially others like, and unlike, them; however, the problems of youth have been resonant all the same no less.

Much like him, a feline of Prussian blueblood and breed was trapped in a neverendingly poor excuse for a game, twisted by man and turnt by fate; although that the focus was off of the beast and his prey and predator, the consequence alone has been visited by the most unlikeliest of sources: a child with a chainsaw also targeted by a horse with a shotgun.

Inspired by the A Thousand Words Contest II, ergo inadmissible.

Published 2024-07-14 16:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-14 16:30:01 UTC

Eat Shit, Cunt…!

Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and this is my tenth My Little Pony Fanfic, using normal canon characters that is rated T for Teen; therefore, it is no clopfic whatsoever but it is my eighth flashfic on this website: matter of fact, it took me about less than two days total to make this because it was inspired by a contest y'all know of so to speak.

Anyways, I just want to state for the record My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic along with its setting and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: of course, you'd already know about it since you'd been reading my stories for a long time so to speak of; speaking of which, this story is influenced by the appearances of the late great Gene Deitch's not so great character.

Enjoy it while you can 'cause I had to tone it down for the sake of the word count: seeing that's he's violent, it was inevitable to come up with something to purge my homicidal urges with him; in addition, Yang and Dave from Yin Yang Yo are also making an appearance in this fic, especially considering what the latter has to make this bastard their collective bitch.

Eat Shit, Cunt…!

It was a lukewarm seasonal day when the sun was shining bright like gold experience, the gentle breeze carrying the chill aloft: it’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would it be the day so to speak, if anything in particular; better yet, what makes it a guarantee for it to happen, at least in this day and age when the weather was just right as it were?

In spite of this, a storm was on the log horizon of events, but it didn’t even carry any form of precipitation whatsoever as is; matter of fact, there wasn’t a cloud in sight, great or small, not even one in the shape of silver chariot’s requiem all the same: wherever the threat was, it wouldn’t be picked up by the likes of chasers or racers, newcomers or masters alike nevertheless.

Immersed into the environment were a handful of lifeforms known and unknown altogether now, something to make up a town: the youngest consisted of a blue bunny and an earthen stump standing apart whereas the eldest was a bright skinned heavyset; although the latter had more clothes, none of the youths in question were indecent either way, not that it provided much help.

Intense emotions were shared, mutually and otherwise, as far as anyone can see, especially considering males aren’t alone: there were two equines, an orange blonde and a butterscotch pegasus, the former holding a shotgun – the latter, a pussycat; in addition, two canines were found, a beige bulldog bystander and a brown collie eyewitness, alongside a chocolate mouse.

Indigo eyes were already set upon the corpulent adult, staring back at the worry and sorry with sorrow and anger in kind no less; of them, the ligneous pedestrian also held a weapon of his own, but it was unlike the firearm in any mechanism recognizable here: a tiny chainsaw colored in a red–hot chili pepper to match the fire in its wielder’s eyes without spontaneously combusting.

“I don’t know about you or your precious cat and mouse, much less that bullpup, but I’d let a lot of individuals get away with dumping on me because of how they saw me as a future campfire or scratch paper though with what you’d done to that feline crossed the damned line with me…!” the tree stump said low and husky, accented by the percussion of grinding gears near themselves.

Instantly, it was time for the heavyset to make a case, shaken and stirred yet still resolute to see it through to the bitter end already as some words had escaped from but a pair of quivering lips, “kid, please… I don’t know what you thought you’d seen… but think about what you’re going to do… you’re too young to be doing this at all… that chainsaw isn’t some toy to be sold to you…”

“Indubitably, I’d agree but I have to back Dorkly up anyway, even with what I’d done in my youth so to speak of, hothead…” the tallest of the boys retorted, stepping carefully towards the ligneous compeer while refusing to take any eyes off of the adult, “if you knew what my sister and I had to go through, then least you could’ve done was think this over beforehand, dear sir…”

“If Ah may make a suggestion, then why don’t we just all calm down; what do ya say, ya two: Ah don’t want t’ have t’ read the obituaries ‘bout ya’ll and make a bunch of yer folks all sad an’ angry, am Ah right, not t’ mention what Twilight’s gonna say ‘bout this moving forward, y’see…?” said the gunslinger in country accents and attire all the same in this moment in time.

Icebound by indecision but otherwise initiative all the same, the ligneous listener lulled about as is, “kindly stay out of this, miss: even though I can acknowledge the kindness within you and your friend especially, I cannot, in good conscience, allow him to get away with this much longer; besides, this pet shop play, no offense, has gone on long enough and I’ve had enough…!”

“Ideally, I understand, I really do and even Applejack would agree with me on this one but listen to what your friend had said…” the yellow bystander pleaded, watching as her titular colleague’s stance was fixated on the tree stump’s grip over the hardware, “although that this kittycat has suffered under his hands, it doesn’t mean he has to be destroyed beyond repair over this…”

“Ignore us if you want to, at least I’ll take what’s coming especially considering what I’d done, but they’re right: it’s all downhill from here with him, but come next week, none of this will ever even matter at the end of the day; don’t throw your life away on this big bucket of pellets and shells because of what he did to his own so–called pet…” begged the blue bunny blatantly.

Inadequately, the fire in the ligneous listener’s eyes began to be supersaturated without so much as a warning, his somewhat hellish vision returning back up to earth in a small sea from within; despite this, it was more than enough for the likes of his target to charge after him, even as the chainsaw was in the latter’s line of sight with a brief but blusterous roar, “AAAAAAARGH…!”

Instantaneously, the tallest boy pulled his startled compeer away, irregardless of the hardware’s weight held by the tree stump; at that moment, the momentum within the heavyset switched sides suddenly as the orange pony fired off in his general direction: a yellow beanbag smacking her own moving target directly in the face as fury within solidified into pain afore gravity’s pull.

“Imbecilic t’ the very last: even in the face of mercy and sorrow, yer rage never ceased; Ah hope ya enjoy cages, dastard…!” Applejack snarled, the corpulent adult backed downwardly onto the ground, this time in certainty’s defeat realized at last, “Fluttershy, kindly take themselves right back homeward…”