Beast of Columbia!

Pinkie watched as the ashes scattered in the wind, wondering what happened to herself as well her friends... where ever they were. She sighed heavily, it was something she rarely did, but when she did... it meant she didn't know what to do anymore. Her cane, clutched in her left hand, was made to be a Vigor Amplifier specifically for her genetic code. The real kicker? The person who made it for her made it so she can't walk three feet from it without her DNA ripping apart at the seems. She stared at the cane for a few seconds before a green mist came dancing around her fingers. She shot it at the cane, a faint image of a woman danced up and down it before it disappeared.

"Nothing... again..." She said softly. Pinkie, for as long as she was here, has constantly tried to use Possession on the cane, but all it ever does is either absorb it or repel it. She shook her head, one of the Handymen very carefully placed a finger on her shoulder.

"Lady Pinkamena? Are you alright?" He said an echoing metallic voice. She smiled and placed a hand on the giant finger, shaking her head. The Handyman didn't look convinced. He slowly took his hand around her and picked her placing her on his shoulder. She giggled a little, a blush on her face.

"You're special to me... Don't look sad..." The Handyman said, wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye. Pinkie held on to the giant finger, like it was the only thing dear to her. She leaned down and gave a small kiss on the top of his head. His heart raced and because it was only protected by a small, but thick, piece of glass, it was audible to anyone in the room. Thankfully it was only Pinkie and him; Applejack and Twilight said something about going to a raffle.

"And you're special to me too." She said, giggling at the fact his heart was racing faster. He coughed in to the giant porciline hand attempting to hide his blush. Rubbing the top of his head, she suddenly jumped down to the floor, getting a better look at his face. He looked so sad... so lonely. Placing her hand on the glass protecting his heart, she asked a simple question.

"Do you like being like this?"

The question was so innocent, but yet... it was so painful to be asked that question. He looked down at her and shook his head slowly. She wiped away a tear from his face that he had failed to notice, and that look she gave him... it made his heart melt. He sniffed hard, and then throughout the entire store, everyone stopped to hear an unstoppable giant cry.

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Twilight was taking it... fairly well. At least she only slapped a couple of people on accident... a few on purpose. So many disgusting people! How could they treat a woman with such... unglorification! They wouldn't be here without a woman! Both figuratively and literally. She huffed at the man she recently slapped, and looked him straight in the eye. "You will not use my body for such... disgusting things! Of all the people here, you should feel ashamed of yourself!" She made her mark by giving a, slightly softer, slap across the other cheek and walked back to Applejack.

She cleared her throat. "Now, now... I know the men are scum, but you don't have to beat them to holy hell..." She said, accent switching from sophisticated Manehatten to old-style Apple. Twilight was still wondering how she did that, but not as much as the fact that random men were hitting on her... in the middle of the street no less! She was a princess Celestia damn it!

She huffed again showing she wasn't in the mood for talking. She blew through her nostrils, a comical steam puff shooting out them. Applejack laughed a little at the sight of it but was suddenly stopped by the sound of a booming voice.

"...And now my fellow Colombians, it's time for the 1912 Raffle! Please, bring me the bowl!" The voice boomed over the crowd. Applejack wasted no time and grabbed Twilight's hand and ran towards the raffle.

"Okay... so it was a little off."

"A little?! You call that a little off?"

Those voices...

Applejack suddenly stopped moving, causing Twilight to trip over feet and fall face first into the ground. "You okay sugar?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine..."

"And the winner, of the 1912 Raffle is... Number 77! Come up and claim you prize!" The man with a large top hat exclaimed, and pointed at the man who had drawn the lucky number. The curtains rose up, and a set came folding out, a jungle with monkeys in it, and from the back two people, a black woman and a German man, came into view, tied up. They begged at the man who had the ball.

"Claim your prize, first throw! Or are you taking your coffee black these days?" He joked. Twilight saw the man put up his arm about to throw the ball and it flew out of his hand, colliding with the announcer.

"Fuck this Raffle and your prize!"

Despite the vulgar language that came from his mouth, Twilight was happy to see those two souls unhurt. But the man on the other hand...

"False Shepperd! It's the False Shepperd!" A man exclaimed, and the announcer came from his spot and looked at him with cold eyes.

"Where'd you get that brand boy? Don't you know that makes you the snake-in-the-grass False Shepperd? And we wont let someone like you into our flock! Show him what we've got fellas!"

One of the two policemen holding him drew out the same device that Twilight had, and it whirred to life at a dangerously high speed and drew closer to his face. Thinking quickly, Twilight ran over to the man to help, but instead she tripped over dress, pushing the right policeman into the hooks spinning blades and he fell down on top of Twilight, blood pouring onto her dress, and the back of her neck. The man took the device out of the policeman's head and charged at the other ones coming down the stairs.

Twilight was paralyzed; still feeling the blood making a red necklace around her neck. Applejack was the one who snapped her out of the state, and she picked Twilight and ran back down the street to Pinkie's Smile Emporium. She knocked frantically on the door, hoping she was in. When the door didn't open, she practically beat the door down, knocking harder. The door cracked open and a blue eye peered through.

"Yes?"

"I need in! Now, something happened at the Raffle!" Applejack yelled and the eye widened. A solid five minutes later, the door opened again showing the two former ponies in.