Title:           The Story That Never Was - Chapter 1
Author:          Shermanator
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First Edit:      Monday 17th of December 2012 08:06:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 17th of December 2012 08:06:18 PM CDT

>>How long has it been?
>>You have long since learned to ignore the passage of time. It is meaningless when you are ageless
>>Being Celestia's pawn, able to be sent back to the horrible abyss beyond the 7 o' clock alarm at any time, time is of little importance
>>You live the way you are meant to
>>And you do what you have to in order to live
>>Unicorn magic effectively makes many advantages your hands offer over hooves obsolete
>>Except for one
>>You never thought you would be living this way
>>You are surrounded by a large salted circle, stallions and mares roaring their glee all around as you stand victorious over your last opponent
>>Ever since that bar fight, you have earned your metaphorical cutie mark in this world
>>Ponyville is backwater.
>>Ponys get bored.
>>It must be no coincidence that Celestia placed you here
>>You know that she is watching. Maybe not now, but she knows every move you make, every breath you take
>>Her hoof feathers over your fate
>>As your fallen opponent is wheeled off on a stretcher, you remain
>>You try your best not to kill these horses, even if they're generally the lowest of Equestria's low
>>Your manager approaches from behind, smirking a confident smirk
>>You are the best thing that has ever happened to him
>>“Good going, Anon. You dropped that one in one blow!”
Saving energy
>>“Good. Keep those bits coming.”
>>He pats you on the back with his hoof and then leaves the ring
>>The next fight is announced
>>Takers ramble off odds
>>Gamblers place their bets
>>Your manager does the same
>>He's low. Really low. But you wouldn't be earning your 'honest' living without him
 
>>Without that, where would you get the money to be with your best bro?
>>The next challenger approaches
>>These aren't the weak little ponies who are half your size in the overworld. At least, not most of them
>>These are muscle bound pugilists. For most of them, this is a second job. Fighting for the entertainment of others
>>Does Celestia honestly condone this?
>>The bell rings, and the crowd roars
>>Your opponent faces you
>>He thinks he's good. He thinks he's tough. Just like all the others
>>Just like those three who tried to pick up Dash in the bar months earlier
>>You put up your dukes and slouch behind your guard, stepping in
>>He turns, rears his hind legs and tries to buck you out in one shot
>>You've learned that your guard is too weak to stop such attacks in the past, but it's the equine equivalent to a haymaker
>>You dart forward, slip under it, rear your right fist and throw a beastly right uppercut straight into his stomach
>>His lungs empty. He falls to the ground
>>The bell rings, and you stand over just another fallen adversary
>>More bodies, more bits, more Dash
>>Your manager approaches you again, the same smile on his face
>>The fucking snake
>>“Good job, Anon! That was your toughest one tonight”
I want no less than fifty per-cent this time.
>>“Now, Anon, we'll discuss the split later. You got one more tonight.”
>>You cringe
It's usually five a night. What's so special about this one?
>>“Oh, she challenged you by name. So I set you up for one last match”
She?
>>“Oh, yeah, the crowd loves this stuff! Try to put her down easy, eh? She's real little. And don't lose... I'm betting all of our night's winnings on you”
 
>>He backs out of the ring, and the rigamaroll of takers and betters starts up again.
>>She?
>>A small orange pony with white freckles steps into the ring, opposite of you
>>You recoil
Ap... Applejack?!
>>Your voice is filled with fear
>>You remember the first rape attempt, back in the silo
>>She can take a punch. She's tough, and she's so much shorter than you that you're going to have a hard time lining up your shots
>>You shake your head. Are you honestly planning a strategy to fight Applejack? Celestia, what have you become?
>>“Ah didn't know ya were into this sort of thing, Anon!”
>>You glare at her. Your fists curl, your gloves whine from the stress.
>>“And ah figure...”
>>She lowers her volume to just enough for you to hear
>>“...ya won't be able to resist me by the time ah'm done with ya...”
>>She bats her eyelashes
>>“...Sugarcube.”
>>You cringe again
>>The bell rings
>>Applejack is no slouch, and runs in to headbutt you with a mighty warcry
>>“YEEEE-HAW!”
>>You recoil, the wind knocked out of you as she collides with your gut
>>You bounce into the crowd. They want blood, they shove you back in while chanting your stage name
Applejack, I swear to Celestia, you are going to get hurt
>>You have taken to replacing 'God' with 'Celestia.' You know no other deity. Celestia has made sure of that.
>>The orange ball of rape ignores your threat and charges again
 
>>Dukes up, shift right, duck low, throw a jab
>>She swishes past it easily enough
>>She bites your shoulder, and you roar in pain
>>“Ah tfold ya ah like ith ruff!”
>>You right hook her side while she grapples you
>>Again
>>And again
>>She lets go and leans back on all fours, prepared to pounce again. She spits out a tuft of your shirt and grins madly at you
>>“Gonna have to do better'n those little love taps o' yers, darlin'.”
>>Your manager is frantically trying to withdraw his bet
>>Fucking snake
>>You bring your guard back up and shuffle around her
>>She tracks you
>>Predator and prey, you both calculate a plan of attack
>>She leaps in again, turns to buck
>>You know how to stop this, knock her out with one shot
>>But for an instant you pause.
>>Are you really willing to hurt applejack?
>>You pause for another instant. You recall Celestia's terms.
>>If you do anything to compromise the elements of harmony...
>>She bucks your shins. Sharp pain, you go down
>>Land on your stomach, slowly get onto your back and try to recover
>>Applejack stands over you wearing a smug smile
>>“Don't worry, ah reckon you'll be used to being in this position by tomarrah.”
>>She straddles you, and lays into you
>>Familiar blackness envelops you as you slip into dreamless sleep
 
>>Light floods into your consciousness
>>You gasp, flail your arms, sit upright
>>You're so sore
>>You run your hand over your chin. Nothing's broken
>>All teeth are there
>>But you are so sore
>>Your surroundings match those of your bedroom
...What?
>>You look to your night stand, there is a coin sack over a letter
>>You shove aside the sack. It is heavy as hell
>>Take up the letter
>>“Well, Sugarcube, thanks for the fun evening! If you're wondering about the money, I split the winnings fifty fifty with ya. Oh, and don't worry. I wouldn't have my way with an unconscious guy. Wouldn't be honest. Try to man up a little, hun.”
>>Your manager is going to disown you for this
 
Fucking Applejack