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  • 218 weeks
    New Chapter of SlugLife

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    Now with Cover Art!

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  • 264 weeks
    Commission Info

    You want it, I'll write it.

    Prices are currently $15 per 1k words. Contact me here or on Discord thewraithwriter.

    All fetishes welcome, save for those listed below.

    Currently won't do:
    Scat/Watersports
    Diapers

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Jun
17th
2015

Be with ya in a moment · 8:34pm Jun 17th, 2015

Poetic Justice glanced at the clock. These guys would be punctual, so she had a few minutes. She moved through the living room of her small apartment, pulling the armchair from it's place in front of the tv and leaving it in front of the door. She pulled the little folding table over and opened it up on the chair's left side. Scurrying to the kitchen, she came back with bottle of cider, lifted from a raid a few months back. No pony would miss it.

She placed the bottle and a small crystal tumbler on the folding table. She paused for a moment, thinking, before going off to her bed room. It was dark, but she knew the layout well enough to find what she wanted. She came back into the dimness of her living room, a small ornate case in hoof.

She sat down in her chair, opening the bottle and pouring herself a drink. She downed it in a single gulp, smacking her lips just as she heard the thud of hooves on the stairs. She set down the tumbler and opened the box, pulling a cigar out from it, along with a small box of matches.

She stuck the cigar in her mouth and struck a match, which if this was some sort of noire film, would no doubt light up her face in a dramatic fashion. She held the match close to the other end of the cigar, puffing a few times to get it burning properly.

The thudding hooves stopped in front of her door. Somepony pounded on the door.

"One chance, detective!" the stallion yelled through the door. "Let's not make this messy."

Poetic sighed, pulling the cigar from her mouth and tapping the ash into the thoughtfully provided ashtray in the case. She stuck the cigar back in her mouth as she pulled a massive pistol from the case.

"Detective!" the stallion outside shouted again.

"Yeah, yeah," Poetic said as she cocked the gun and aimed it at the door. "Be with ya in a moment.

She fired.

Comments ( 3 )

...Sorry, but I'm not really understanding this. I mean, the surface is clear enough... but presumably it has another meaning?

oooh, actiony and noir... sign me up!

Sweet, glad to see this isn't dead.

Now we just need the rest of the chapter.

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