Title:           Martini 21
Author:          deathproofpony
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First Edit:      Thursday 9th of August 2012 10:52:23 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 9th of August 2012 10:52:23 PM CDT

>you are martini, a key lime green unicorn fluffy pony with a dark green mane.
>you have a good life, giving special hugs to pretty mares and getting all sorts of nummies
>some weird things have been happening recently but you’re hoping things get back to normal
>BIG MAN is just finishing cleaning out litter boxes today.
>there’s a knock on the door in the other room
>it’s a couple of blue uniform people.
>”We need to ask you a few questions about this fluffy pony.”
>”I don’t think that’s one of ours…”
>”Well, it shouldn’t be. It belongs to some wealthy lawyer in town.”
>”Look, we’ve had a bad week here… what with the arson and all…”
>”We still have to check it out, sir. Several people in the neighborhood said they say her in the area.”
>”Well…”
>”Can we have a look at the ponies?”
>”Sure. Go ahead.”
>Frank watches from the other room. BIG MAN leans against the wall silently.
>”Hey, Tom… I think this is her.”
>the two cops are looking at Princess… formerly known as Cadence.
>”Same coloration, although this one doesn’t have wings.”
>one of the cops takes her out of the cage and looks in her ears.
>”It’s her. Tattoo on the ear is the same number. 4056.”
>”Mister…?”
>”Roberts. Jim Roberts.”
>”You want to explain to me how this pony got here… and got de-winged?”
>Princess, her spirit already broken by BIG MAN, doesn’t bother to speak up
>”Found her wandering in the woods. She wasn’t wearing a collar, I assumed she was a feral.”
>”And She didn’t tell you she already had an owner?”
>”Are you kidding? These things babble all sorts of nonsense! You don’t know what to believe!”
>”And you didn’t bother to check her ears or to check with the local pound or adoption agencies to see if she was reported missing?”
>”We find ferals in the woods ALL THE TIME. This is the first time one of them turned out to still have an owner.”
>”That you know of.”
>”This is bullshit. That asshole Brett killed three of my ponies plus some foals and you’re bringing this shit on me…”
>”Mister Hipster is under guard in the hospital while he recovers from a gunshot wound.”
>”The guy is a certifiable lunatic! He’s tortured and killed who knows how many fluffies…”
>”Mr. Roberts… you’ll probably get away with a slap on the wrist… but WE HAVE TO TAKE YOU AND MISTER MAERTINEZ IN.”
>”On what charges?”
>”Receiving stolen property and damaging private property.”
>”Fine… but look… Frank had NOTHING to do with this. I found her. I de-winged her. It’s all on me.”
>”Jim, you don’t have to…”
>”Seriously, Frank - this is all on me.”
>the blue uniform men take BIG MAN away. they bind up his paws.
>”whewe bigman go? bigman come back?”
>BIG MAN looks at you sadly, saying nothing. the blue uniform people take him away.
>Frank-who-you-never-see comes into The Room. he takes the babies from brownie, sunset and sweetie.
>they all cry and complain.
>”Shut up, girls.”
>one of the foals, a unicorn, starts crying incessantly for its mother, sweetie.
>its moving its tiny legs rapidly, trying to get out of Frank’s arms.
>”What the shit! Stop… stop moving…”
>the other babies start to get scared and are getting restless. annoyed, Frank tosses the unicorn to The Table before it can jump from his arms
>he grabs a box and puts the other babies in it.
>”You stay put. I’ll be right back.”
>Frank doesn’t look happy.
>he takes the box of fluffies into the other room
>sweetie’s foal gingerly tries to hop down to a stool from The Table. Frank slaps a hand on her tail, holding her in place
>”eeeep! no huwty tawl! no huwty tawl!”
>Frank picks up the foal
>”You shuddup and look good and get your dumb ass purchased or I will FUCK YOU UP!”
>”no wike dum hooman!”
>it blows a raspberry at Frank
>he smacks the foal across the face. at five weeks of age, it stands around six inches at the shoulder.
>”no hitties! no hitties!”
>sweetie is standing on her hind legs, looking out her cage door in concern
>”no huwty babeh! babeh no undastan! pwease mistah fwank no huwtie!”
>”SHUT UP!”
>he plops the unicorn to The Table.
>”You gonna behave?”
>”nuu!”
>Frank holds up The Snips. all eyes are on them. they’ve removed many legs and wings. and other things.
>”You going to behaaaaaave?”
>”nuu!”
>Frank cuts its tail off, leaving a stump maybe an inch long
>”wahhhhhhhhhh! taylie! took taylie!”
>”We’ll say you’re a tailless fluffy. Now… you going to behave?”
>”nuh… nuuuuuu!”
>Frank is incensed. he holds down the fluffy by its neck, the baby’s eyes start bugging out
>”gakkkk gakkkkkkk”
>”Gonna behave?”
>”gakkkk.”
>”Oh - my mistake.”
>”Frank lets it go.
>”Ready to behave now?”
>”fwuffy… fwuffy… fwuffy hate hooman! giwve big owies to hooman!”
>the unicorn rolls over and tries to bite Frank’s hand.
>this is going to be bad.
>Frank grabs the fluffy and throws it at the wall. you hear bones crack. the fluffy’s body slides down the wall, leaving a blood trail on the wall
>the fluffy is barely moving
>Frank stomps over. he picks up the foal’s twitching body and puts it back on The Table
>”NOW are you ready to behave?”
>the twitching, bleeding body of the foal barely moves
>”hate you… hooman…”
>”Well, I’ll give you points for having balls. But subtract a few for having no brains.”
>Frank plops the foal into the trash and ties the bag up, taking it out of The Room
>poor baby… it just wanted to stay with its mommy
>you feel proud, in a way. it was your baby you had with sweetie.
>your baby. Frank just killed your baby.
>you feel an anger rising in your heart that you’ve never felt
>”fwank! you kiwl mawtini babeh! FWANK! MAWTINI TAWKIN TO YUU!”
>”Listen, shithead, I don’t care if you’re Jim’s favorite. Don’t you talk to me that way!”
>”yu kiwl mawtini an sweetie babeh! YU KIWLED IT!”
>”It had a bad attitude… sort of like how you have right now.”
>Frank smacks the front of your cage. you jump back.
>”Now shut your mouth and go to sleep.”
>”mawtini say…”
>Frank smacks your cage again. maybe you should stop talking after all…
>”I said… shut your mouth.”
>you turn away slowly and hide under your blankie.
>”You ever talk like that again and you’re gonna have an accident.”
>Frank leaves and takes away the Pretend Yellow Sky Balls
>you try not to think about how Frank killed your baby
>but its squeaks haunt your dreams
>you don’t sleep well
>you want your baby back