Title:           Get Cutter Get Butter 7
Author:          LaPsbin
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First Edit:      Thursday 21st of July 2016 02:39:04 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 22nd of July 2016 11:49:28 AM CDT

SLAP!
>"THOSE PIGS!"
SLAP!
>"THOSE... THOSE... FIENDS! MONSTERS! THOSE... RAPISTS!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
>"DID YOU SEE ANON STRUGGLING?! THEY WERE FORCING HIM! FORCING!"
SLAP! SLAP!
>"AND DID THOSE GUARDS DO ANYTHING?! OF COURSE NOT! THOSE BUCKING PIGS JUST WATCHED IT HAPPEN! THEY. WATCHED!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
>"SOMEPONY NEEDS TO GET OUT THERE AND TEACH THEM A LESSON!"
SLAP!
>"SOMEPONY NEEDS TO GET OUT THERE AND PUT THOSE BUCKING RAPISTS IN THE GROUND!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
>"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP!
>"Oh yes~ Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can. Get out all of that AGGRESSION~"
>You watched as Princess Celestia, the leader of a whole country, your ruler, give her behind a small wiggle as Thunderlane pulled back and swung the paddle in his hooves
>Though there weren't many stallions in the gym that looked anywhere close to happy, Thunderlane might have looked the most upset at the moment
>The stallion's eyes were ablaze with fury unlike any you've ever seen
>His teeth here drawn back into a permanent scowl, his shirt clung to his sweat-soaked, veiny body
>You could hear him cursing under his breath in between his swings, snorting and growling and carrying on and foaming at the mouth like some sorta beast
>There was a savageness in his swings as he assaulted the princess's bottom
>Each single swing carried with it all of the strength and weight that ol' Thunder had acquired going to the very gym that you were being held hostage in
>They were hard, hard hits no matter how you looked at it, and each time a blow landed you couldn't help but flinch
>But, of course, with how the princess was acting, they might as well have been kisses
>With each slap that sent her meaty rump jiggling Princess Celestia would coo, leaning into the hit so that the resounding crack could be heard halfway across town
 
>Just like Thunderlane, Princess Celestia was covered in sweat from muzzle to hoof, but unlike him there were also... other fluids on the princess's body that mixed in with her sweat
>The princess had lowered her front half slightly so that her rump, now bright red from all of the paddling that it had endured, was sticking high up into the air
>And the look on her face...
>...
Slap!
>"Yes, harder!"
SLAP!
>"Treat me like the bad filly that I am!"
>"Shit your pig mouth!" Thunderlane snarled. "You're NOT supposed to like this you fat-flanked creep!"
>"Yes~"
>You reeled back as well as you could trapped as you were as a certain... scent hit your nose
>Oh sweet Cele--
>...
>Nevermind...
>Looking away from her royal highness, because if you didn't you might see something you didn't particularly want to, you turned your attention to Rainbow Dash
>Just like you and everypony else in this gym, she had watched everything that Rarity and the other girls just did with Anonymous
>...You all and half the cod-picking town but that was besides the point
>...If there was even a point...
>Anyhow, you had expected Dashie to get a kick out of three mares having their way with a stallion out in the open where everypony could see
>You didn't mean nothing bad by that but Rainbow just seemed the type to enjoy that sort of thing
>But, to your surprise, she wasn't hooting or hollering or looking outside at them with a thousand yard stare in a puddle of their own sweat like Fluttershy over there was doing
>There was a small frown on her face and a disbelieving look in her eyes
>She looked plum confused, and maybe even a little concerned, like she didn't even know what to make of what just happened
>As she sure as sugar should!
 
>You could STILL see Twilight and Rarity and Pinkie out there acting like a couple of deviants
>A little affection in public might have been okay in your book but THAT, what you had just witnessed, was a WHOLE other beast
>They should have been ashamed of themselves, having relations out in the open like that
>It wasn't right!
>Your eyes snapped away from Rainbow and toward one of the rooftops
>You could see about dozen mares with their heads poked over the roof they were hiding on top of
>Guardsmares, ponies that protected your country, watching all of this nonsense with wide eyes and their tongues hanging out like a couple of dogs on a hot summer's day
>You didn't like it one bit
>Any of this
>What Anon and the girls were doing might have been getting these danged stallions out of this gym-- there weren't many left in here you realized-- it was the wrong way to go about this
>You were the Elements of Harmony for pete's sake!
>Your momma's taught you better than that!
>What the hay would they think if they saw you all now?
>Frankly, it, THIS, was embarrassing
>Embarrassing and disgusting and it didn't sit well with you one little bit
>A mare didn't treat a stallion like that, no matter what!
>Your frown deepened as you turned away from the window and looked around the gym
>From what you could tell most of the stallions were staring at what was going on on that couch
>Through the door lobby you could see Caramel bucking one of those cage thingy's while he cursed like a sea pony
>And Thunderlane was busy beating (or at least trying to) the horse apples out of Princess Celestia
>Nopony was staring at you or Dash
>As far as you could tell nopony even knew that you were in the room anymore
>Which meant...
>With a grunt, you fell onto your side and rolled onto your back
>Tucking your legs as close to your body as you could, you began to roll into the gym
 
>Though you were grunting and swearing and making a heck of a lot more noise than you wanted, nopony yelled or ran at you; they didn't even turn their heads
>Not even Rainbow
>...
>Dangit
>You thought she'd get the same idea as you but it looked like the idget couldn't look away
>...
>That's alright
>You'll get her and the rest of the girls after you got out of here...
>You'll get out of here and then you'll--
>You winced as you rolled muzzle first into a bench
>Not hard enough to seriously hurt, but more than hard enough to sting like an SOB
"Horse apples!" you grumbled, scrunching up your nose
>Rolling onto your other side, you tried to wiggle out of the rubber bands wrapped around you
>Both sets of legs strained against the elastic, pawing and kicking, but it was no use
>Every time that you got close the band would snap back toward your body, making you hiss in pain
"OWowowowowo, consarnit!"
>Even so, you tried your darndest for about five minutes until, with red marks all over your chest and belly and breathing hard, you gave up
"Razzle, Frazzling, horse apples, curd, plum bucking..."
>How the BUCK did the princess get out of these stupid things?!
>HOW?!
>HO--
>You took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before you explosively exhaled
>Easy there girl
>Easy...
>You took a few more deep breaths, rolling your withers as you closed your eyes
>...
>Alright...
>It looked like you weren't just gonna be able to walk out of here like you thought...
>That didn't mean you were out of options though...
>Grunting, you rolling onto your stomach and picked your head up as best as you could
>You could still see Caramel bucking that cage to pieces, making one HECK of a fuss
>Your ears perked up, listening to any sounds of distress
>The only thing you could hear were Caramel yelling and screaming and Princess Celestia being paddled
 
>It looked like nopony knew that you had left the room...
>Slowly maneuvering to your left, you looked over to where you and Dash had broken into
>...
>Now, you knew that Caramel and these fellas weren't all that bright
>But were they dumb enough to keep the door that the two of you had walked through open?
>Would they, in the midst of all of this nonsense, forget to close it?
>...
"Buck it," you grumbled. "It's not like a got a whole lot ta lose at this point..."
>Setting your jaw, you began to crawl across the gym like a worm, slowly but surely making your way toward the exit
>You might not to able to use your hooves, but that didn't mean you couldn't get out of here and get help!
>And you weren't gonna go those bucking guards, or Rarity and the girls, or anypony like that
>Though you were shaking your head about what the hay was happening this was still a delicate situation
>A situation that needed a stallion's hoof
>And not just any stallion!
>You needed to find one that had a lick of sense in him
>Somepony who could talk the apples off a tree!
>A ringer!
>And, as luck would have it, you knew just the stallion...
 
~(0*0)~
 
Clank!
>The metal rang as you bucked it as hard as you could
>You could feel your muscles, from withers to haunches, ripple as your hooves slammed into the power cage
>The metal supporting the thick, sturdy frame seemed to crumble like paper as you connected with it
>The cage swayed, groaning
>Though your hooves were now stinging from the force of your kick you ignored the pain, standing in the middle of the swaying cage staring at nothing in particular
"I can't believe that they would do something like that," you muttered to yourself. "Why would they do something like that to Anon?"
>One of your back legs cocked back and once again slammed into one of the cage's supports as you stood there
"After all of that... after getting this fit... Why would they pick somepony as ugly as HIM?!"
>You were a perfect specimen of a stallion
>You had the looks, you had the willpower, and you had the personality
>Sure, some mares might have been a little... intimidated by you but you were the COMPLETE package
>Hot enough to get any mare that you wanted
>Princess, noble, millionaire, whoever, whenever, whatever!
>Growling, you spun around and bucked another support beam, bending it outward with a single hard strike
>The cage swayed before tipping over and falling to the ground with a clang
>Stomping a hoof against the ground, you made your way over to the next cage
>Anon was just some big, dumb ugly monkey
>The kind of stallion that you had around to make the rest of you look pretty
>He wasn't the type of stallion that could, or SHOULD, get the hottest mares
>Especially not mares like Rarity and Princess Twilight
>You could care less about him getting Pinkie Pie, she was a little too chubby for your taste and a big weirdo
>And, to be fair, Twilight seemed to be the type of mare that would be happy to get any kind of stallion, since she hadn't been a princess long enough to know that she could have anypony she wanted
 
>But Rarity?!
>A mare like her shouldn't even give Anon the time of day!
>She was rich!
>She was the cutest mare in town!
>She had connections to Canterlot!
>She was graceful and suave and elegant!
>A mare like that only deserved the best!
"IT'S HORSE APPLES!"
CLANG!
>Breathing hard, you shut your eyes tightly
>You could still see everything happening in your mind's eye
>Anon pulling her into his lap like the SLUT that he was, sucking on her horn with absolutely NO SHAME
>You could still see her squirming in his lap, her eyes shut tightly and her back legs kicking and...
>A pang of jealousy hit you in the gut like a buck, making your entire body tense so hard that you were shaking
"ARUGH!"
CLANG!
>At first you hadn't cared about it all that much
>You knew that they were just trying to get you out of the gym
>They were acting, everything that they did was as fake as could be
>But then, after it was all over, Rarity turned around, wrapped her hooves around his neck and kissed him
>SHE KISSED THE SLUT!
>And it wasn't one of those forced, still high from your orgasm kisses that mares sometimes gave you after you had sex with them
>Sure, the lust and hunger was there, but the look in Rarity's eyes as she pulled him toward her...
>And that small, pleased smile that teased the edges of her face as she looked into that big dumb, green ape's face...
"IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT BUCKING FAIR!"
>Your hooves strucking out in all directions, tearing the power cage that you were standing in to pieces
 
>One of your kicks sent a chunk of metal flying toward the wall-length mirror, shattering it into a million pieces and sending glass everywhere, but you didn't even notice
>You were too busy recalling the look on Twilight's face as Anon preened her wings
>Her mouth had been hanging open and her eyes had been hazy yet more alive than you had ever seen them
CLANG!
>She was a princess, an alicorn, one of the most influential and powerful ponies in the world
>Not the best looker, but a stallion would find himself in one heck of a herd if he nudged her in the right direction
>But she hadn't picked you
CLANG!
>She hadn't picked any stallion!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
>She had had the same look in her eyes as Rarity had while she was sitting in that SLUT'S lap
>The same smile had been on her face, she had been making the same sounds as those weird grabbers poked at her wings
>AND WHEN SHE PULLED HIM INTO THAT BUCKING KISS SHE LOOKED LIKE RIGHT THERE WAS THE ONLY PLACE SHE WANTED TO BE!
>Screaming, you bucked a plate tree, sending plates flying in all directions
>And the way that Rarity and Pinkie had been...
>While they were...
>You were supposed to...
>They couldn't...
>Anon wasn't...
>IT WASN'T BUCKING FAIR!
"AURGH!"
>You stomped down onto a bench, slipping it in two, before spinning around and kicking both pieces across the room
>Never before had you ever felt this amount of anger
>You could feel it bubbling up in your chest, you could feel it with every beat of your heart
>It was making your body feel unnaturally warm and it was even making it hard to breathe
>Anonymous had taken your future away from you
 
>Getting this body was supposed to open you up for great things
>You were supposed to be the one that Rarity was supposed to ask out
>You were supposed to be the one that set up a nice little herd for yourself
>You were supposed to have servants and a nice big house and a few kids and all of the bits that you ever wanted to spend
>But now?
>NOW?!
>Panting, you bucked another plate tree before you threw back your head and screamed
"IT'S NOT FAIR!"
>You wanted to hurt him
>You wanted to make him feel the pain that you now felt
>You wanted that more than anything that you've ever wanted
>And you were going to hurt him
>Buck everything else
>Buck all of these ponies
>Buck all of these guards
>BUCK EVERYTHING!
>Snarling, you stomped out of the now ruined weight room and into the lobby, where everypony else was...
>...
>Was there supposed to be another mare here?
>The teeth-gnashing, burning rage that you felt slowly subsided as you looked around the room
>There was the princess... and Fluttershy... and Rainbow...
>Hadn't the fellas' gotten another mare?
>...
>Snorting, you shook your head of the thought
>Buck it, you don't care
>It was time to go out there and TEACH THAT SLUT A LESSON
>Poking your head out of one of the broken windows, you looked around while trying not to look in the direction of the couch
>Your nose scrunched up in thought as you stood there for a few moments
>But then the lightbulb over your head turned on
>Now smiling, you turned to the remaining stallions in the gym
>There must have been just fifteen of them left
 
>Nothing compared to what you had had only a few hours ago
>But, if you plan worked, not only would you get everypony else back but you'd surprise those guards lying in wait for you
>Yes...
>Anon was in for the surprise of a lifetime...
"Fellas, listen up! I gotta plan..."
 
_~--~_
 
>You are Mr. Cake
>Not Mr. Cake: the strongest overhead presser in the Iron Church
>Not Mr. Cake: the lieutenant in the Great Stallion Army
>Just Mr. Cake: the stallion that was locked up in a jail cart with about two dozen other stallions
>There wasn't a lick of room in the cart; something like this was probably meant to house four or five ponies
>It was so packed that each and every one of you were pressed together so tightly that it was a wonder that any of you could even breath
>Warm, sweaty bodies were pressing up all around you
>You could hear stallions, most of them your friends, grumbling, whispering, and some even crying to themselves
>You doubted if any of them had ever been in a jail cart before
>You most certainly hadn't; usually you weren't the kind of pony that got all that roudy
>And, now that you were here, not able to move an inch and staring into through thick iron bars into the faces of the guards watching over you, you could honestly say that you didn't care too much for it
>There were carts sitting on either side of yours you noticed
>Each of them held stallions to the point of bursting
>Big, muscle-y stallions that had been yelling and boasting and bragging not a few hours ago
>Now all of them were silent except for the occasional whimper or whisper
>You sighed, looking down at the cart's wooden floor
>You had heard the guard talking amongst themselves about what was going to happen to you
>Many were guessing that you were just going to get a slap on the wrist
>Others thought that Princess Twilight was going to put you all through the ringer
>Fines, jail time, possibly worse
>But you weren't worried about that to be honest
>What you were worried about was your Cupcake and your little Pound and Pumpkin
>Your loving, wonderful wife and your darling, beautiful children
>You doubted that they even knew where you were right now
 
>Cupcake probably thought that you were just getting a workout in before you came in and helped her with the shop
>It was a Thursday, and since this was the day that most ponies got their paychecks today was going to be particularly busy
>It usually took you, her, and Pinkie working your tails off to keep ahead of the customers
>But now with Pinkie, um... INDISPOSED and you held up in a portable jail Cupcake would have one heck of a time minding the store and the kids
>Even though Pound and Pumpkin were getting bigger, even starting to help around in the store, Celestia bless them, somepony needed to keep an eye on them
>And Cupcake couldn't watch them and take orders and bake and work the cash register and...
>Sighing again, you let your shoulders sag
>Here you were, a forty year old stallion who should have some better sense, getting ready to be hauled away to Celestia knows where and your wife was back at the bakery no doubt ready to tear her mane out
>Orders were no doubt being missed, customers were probably staring to angry, the kids had probably gotten into the powdered sugar and were running around shaking and twitching like salt-addicts
>She couldn't do it alone; she needed your help
>From the first day that the two of you opened SugarCube Corner she had needed your help
>Even though she could bake anything with a bit of sugar and flour and a little bit of egg she was completely helpless without you
>...
>But even though you could handle customers and orders with ease you couldn't bake a cake if somepony put a crossbow to your head
>Cupcake tried to teach you, your father had tried to teach you when you were younger, you had even tried taking a few cooking classes at the local community college
>Nothing you did of course worked; everything that you pulled out of an oven was either burnt black or so misshapen that it had to be thrown out
 
>You were too skinny, too tall, and you couldn't cook a thing to save your life
>With any other mare you would have been kicked to the curb
>But Cupcake didn't care; she loved you all the same
>...
>If it had been the other way around, if Cupcake and Pinkie had gone off to Celestia knows where and left you all alone on one of the busiest days of the week, you would have been hopelessly lost
>You might have started crying from the stress, maybe closed the shop down for the day
>And you could have been FURIOUS at the both of them whenever they got home; you'd probably make Cupcake sleep on the couch for the next month if she pulled something like that
>Yet here you were, with two stallion's rumps in your face as you waited for Princess Twilight to sentence you
>...
>It worked both ways
>The two of you couldn't run the shop without the other
>Without you she was lost, and without her you would be lost
>Sure, Pinkie would be able to pick up most of the slack if either of you were gone, the dear, but whenever it was just you and her something was... off
>You didn't work as fast, you weren't as crisp, everything seemed wrong and out of place
>It was like, without her, you were just working at fifty percent capacity
>When you together the store was running smoothly
>When you weren't it just... wasn't
>Though you couldn't see it from here, you turned to the direction of Anon's gym
>You were a business stallion
>You loved your shop
>You loved waking up before the sun came up so you could get your store ready
>You loved talking to ponies, you loved the atmosphere
>Even the bad things, the bad customers, having to repair or buy things, the long hours, even they brought a happy smile to your face
>You don't know what you'd do if anything happened to SugarCube Corner...
>Anonymous, the giant, sweet stallion had worked his flank off for the gym of his
 
>He didn't have somepony like your Cupcake, he didn't have a family with any money, he didn't even have that much money himself
>For years you had seen him working himself to the bone, working two sometimes even three jobs, saving every single bit that he could get for his gym
>He had done jobs that no stallion in his right mind would do and he had done them without complaint
>Though he hadn't said anything you had seen the dark rings under his eyes, you had seen how his clothes were starting to look a little worn
>He had been willing to lose sleep, do without, for his dream
>And then it had happened
>A place had opened up and he had managed to snatch it up before anypony else could
>You had never seen him happier when he had come into your store with about a thousand flyers in his hand, asking if he could advertise the opening to the Iron Church
>He had worked himself half to death setting this gym up, and not only had he set it up but it had been PERFECT
>It was big but not too big
>Most of the equipment was used but still in good condition
>There was no nonsense about it, no flare; it was just a place where you could go and get a workout and meet up with your friends
>...
>But not anymore...
>You stopped breathing for a few seconds when you recalled all of the windows that you had broken
 
>You had all also torn up the lobby, and the last time that you saw, before you had been hauled away, the gym itself hadn't been in that good of a shape
>Anon's gym, his business, the little place that he had been dreaming about for as long as you've known him, was wrecked
>And It wasn't some natural disaster that wrecked it, not some parasprite incident or some super villain
>It had been you
>There was no excuse that you could use, not justification
>You had done it; you and every single stallion here
>All of you that had been going to the gym six days a week so that you'd have good bodies for the beach...
>Your knees wobbled as regret and sorrow, unlike any that you've ever felt, filled you
>It was so bad that you had to lean on one of the stallion's next to you for support
>You felt horrible, sick, disgusted
>This wasn't fair
>No, it wasn't just unfair, it was wrong
>You believed in stallions' rights
>You believe that a stallion that worked just as hard as a mare should get the same pay as she did
>You believe that a stallion should be judged by the contents of his character, not on whether he had a cock between his legs or not
>...But what you did was wrong
>What every single one of you did was wrong
>Anon took you all in and showed you the wonders of weightlifting
>He showed you all how to get the bodies that all of you wanted since you were blank flanks
>He did all of this with a smile on his face and joy in his eyes
>...And you wrecked his gym and threw him out of it while yelling about stallions' rights and calling him names...
>"WHAT THE--"
>WE'RE BEING ATTA--"
>SOMEPONY GET BACK UP!"
>You picked your head up as you heard the sounds of a struggle happening right outside of the cart
>The moment that you did so a mare's face slammed against the bar that wasn't a foot away from you
>The mare's eyes widened in pain before she disappeared under the cart before you could so much as jump
 
"What?..."
>You, along with everypony else around you, jumped as Thunderlane poked his head up from under the cart
>The pegasus looked slightly disheveled, his muscle shirt slightly crunkled and his mane out of place
>But there was a smile on his face
>A triumph, beaming smile
>...The same smile that all of you had been wearing when you had wrecked Anon's gym and kicked him out...
>"Just give me a second and I'll get you guys out!" he said, flashing a pair of keys at you all. "Listen, Caramel has a plan. If he go and..."
>You slowly tuned him out as you looked through the bars toward your house
>You were getting out...
>You were being freed...
>Looking down at your get up you frowned
>Your beard and shirt, such had looked so amazing on you this morning, now looked disgusting in your eyes
>You wanted, no, NEEDED, to take them off
>You needed to shave, you needed to change into your work clothes...
>You needed to get home to your wife and your babies
>You needed to think up of a way to apologize to them for pulling something like this
>You didn't say a word as the stallions around you started cheering about this and that and some such thing
>The headband that you had been so proudly wearing was dropped to the ground as you pulled it off your head and tossed it away
>If you hurried you could still make it home before the lunch rush...
>Hopefully Cupcake made those extra cinnamon swirl bites
>For the last couple of weeks you've been selling out of them...
>You were still silent as Thunderlane unlocked the door and threw it open and you all made your way out of the cart
>While nearly all of the stallions began to form into a great big group, listening to Thunderlane shouting orders and getting them into groups, you turned the other way
>It was a bit of a leg from here to the store, but if you hurried you'd make it there in no time at all
 
>Hopefully you'd think up an apology to your honey bunny before you made it through those doors and--
>"Mr. Cake!"
>You stopped for a moment
>Looking over your shoulder you saw that nearly every stallion was looking at you in confusion, Thunderlane included
"Oh, did you need something, Thunder?" you politely asked
>Many of the stallions frowned, looking at each other as Thunderlane stepped toward you
>"Well yeah," the pegasus said. "I was telling everypony about our battle plans and you're just walking away! Where are you--"
>Your ears perked up as the town bell ran twelve times
>It was noon...
>The lunch rush was about to begin!
"Oh horse apples," you muttered. "I'm going to be late."
>You smiled apologetically at your friends
"I'm sorry fellas, but the lunch rush is about to hit and my wife's all by herself."
>With a little wave you took off down the rode as fast as your hooves could take you
>You had no idea how you were going to make this up to Anon
>Maybe you couldn't; maybe he'd hate you forever for what you've done to him
>You'd hate you if you were in his position...
>But even so you were going to try your hardest to fix this
>But not today
>Today your honey bunny needs her stallion >...
>And you need her
