Author: LimeAttack
Prompt: You work as a telephone conversation screener for the CIA (Celestia’s Intelligence Agency). Your job is to listen in on ponies’ talking. You overhear the conversation of a mare calling from a bar payphone.
Title: Daddy
I and my seat sigh as I take my position in an extraordinarily large room full of rows upon rows of unicorns, all dressed in sleek suits not unlike my own. With a flare of orange magic, I slide the headset over my ears and tune it to my assigned phone of the day: 104 Canterlot Avenue, the site of a payphone servicing the patrons of the local pub. With a magical click, the signal locked in place and I began what could be construed as the most grueling shift: night.
After perhaps a few hours of the occasional short phone to a friend asking for some bits or to be helped home, a mare dialed the phone—the first of the night, in fact.
Her voice came through a little gritty, but otherwise just as cutesy and melodious as it probably sounded in real life. “Dad? It’s me, Marigold.”
The other line, a rather gruff stallion, only had the chance to mutter “What?” The mare overtook him again soon.
“Listen, I went out to the bar tonight, and I got a little, hehe, a little crazy. I thought I’d go ahead and tell you this before you found out yourself anyway, ‘coz you sometimes get really mad at me when I mess up.”
The stallion seemed confused rather than contemplative. “Listen, I—”
“But I just want you to know that no matter what you hear in the news, I didn’t do any of that crazy stuff,” she pleaded. “I didn’t do anything bad, really! I just bought some stuff for some guys and, well, they may have gone and done something a teensy bit illegal.”
I could hear the frown on the stallion’s face. “I’m going to have to stop you right there. You see, I think you’ve—”
“Just listen to me, Dad!” The desperation rang out in her voice. “The guard’s coming; they’ll probably take me away soon. I just want you to know that—”
“Hey! Marigold, or whoever you are, you’ve got the wrong number.” I thought that she had hung up.
After a growl that I’m sure came from Tartarus itself, the mare simply bugged out. “Celestia’s tit! Now I’m going to have to make up a whole new story! I had it just right so that my Dad wouldn’t care nearly as much that I slept with someone! Thanks a lot, random stranger. You’re a buckin’ pansy, just sitting there and letting me spill my guts without telling me something.” Her end of the line clicked shut.
“This is why I’m still single.” The stallion clicked his as well.