(Adult language and themes past this point, viewer discretion advised; You have been warned. This is the section that changes the rating from E to T.)
March 15th
Just another day in paradise.
Zulu lay on his striped back atop his old, moldy, and stained mattress. One of his "bitches", for that was all she was to him, was at his side on the bed and rubbing his chest. They had just finished a session, and by the way she felt down his black and white stripes meant that she enjoyed it as much as he did.
Zulu was not tired, nor was he trying to relax, on the contrary he was just trying to make his good mood even better. He was the king at this moment, and it was good to be king. There was a knock on the metal wall beside the entrance way to his room that was covered by hanging beads,
"Hey boss, they're here."
Zulu smiled, showing his nasty broken teeth as he sat up. His bitch playfully failed to pull him back as she whined over his departure, "Stay in bed, bitch." He ordered, "Daddy's commin back soon."
He walked out of his throne room and made his way through the rusted out and beached ship that he and his gang called home. He made his way through the maze of rusted metal until he found one particularly musty and dank room. At one point, this part of the ship was the cargo hold. So, in a fitting manner, this is where he kept his "precious cargo".
He made his way to some of his crew of muscle bound dumbasses, also zebras, and made sure they were paying attention to their package. As fitting as their reputation as dumbasses went, they were too busy stuffing their faces with nachos to care if their one fucking job got up and walked away.
Zulu walked over to what his table of dumbasses was supposed to be watch and picked up a bucket of piss in his teeth by the handle. Right in front of him were two ponies, blindfolded, gagged, and tied with their legs on the ground and front hooves above their heads. They needed to look nice, so it was only nice to give them a bath. He threw the bucket and immediately on the impact of the liquid on their coats, both captives shot awake.
"Wakey wakey, bitches."He taunted.
The two fought against their ropes, but after a few seconds,they both relaxed and quit their bitchy whining.
According to their I.D.'s, the Blondie pegasus was named Missy Frankfurt, and her tope unicorn friend was Autumn Leaves. But, for all he cared, they should have been named bitch#1 and bitch#2.
Zulu walked up and whispered into Missy's ear, "Let’s hope daddy's gonna pay this time, bitch." The response he got back, if any, was a muffled sob and shake of her body against her bonds.
He turned and looked at the other bitch. She wasn't the cash cow like her rich friend was, so she got a lot more... "Use" than the other one. Other than the general signs of wear and tear, Zulu could see she was getting fat, and it wasn't like they were feeding her more. "Oh fuck," he snarled as he walked away. He told his crew they could have fun with the second bitch, but this was too far. He was going to have to have one of those dumbasses make her into a punching bag later.
He walked away from his two investments and to a certain door leading out of the hold. There, a tall, handsome and muscular zebra was waiting for him with an equally evil smile.
"You ready?"
"Don't ask me a stupid fucking question, Zapros." He smacked his subordinate, but like always, the two laughed and threw hooves around each other's shoulders. They opened the door and walked into a room with a big meeting table and the rest of their crew, about four more zebras standing around it.
As always Zapros stood beside Zulu as they waited. A hanging light swayed just a tiny bit from when the waves rushed up and slightly shook the beached ship.
Zulu loved bitches, especially the dumb kind. They all came to the resort a long ways down the beach looking for fun, and the two dumb bitches in the back were no exception. They all thought they owned the place, that they were as safe back home, so two rich bitches on spring break would naturally throw caution to the wind when they were approached by Zapros soon after settling in. He'd done this some many times it was nothing. "Wanna go smoke some Black Island Bush? Do a few pixie sticks? Wanna party? Go down the beach with me?" Just hook, line, sinker, and one dumb bitch.
And like all the rich daddy's bitches, daddy was gonna get her out of this one.
One of the zebras opened the door across the room, the other three moved to the sides of the table; to showcase some of Zulu’s extra muscle that he had on standby. As expected, a pony walked in.
The new arrival made its way to the table and set a briefcase down and opened it with hooves.
Zulu caught himself staring, of all things, a BITCH was standing on the other side of the table with a briefcase.
He looked harder, and sure enough, his eyes were not joking. A bitch was there with the ransom for the other two bitches. She had an athletic build to her, like a HE-bitch, and she was also wearing a big stuffy looking suit, like agent 00 Doughnut from those movies they had bootlegged.
She undid her suit jacket and set it down on the table and stared back at Zulu. He held his laugh when he thought of the irony of this situation. He guessed she was one of those bitches that grew up being told that she was as good as a stallion, this task was just a pat to her ego. She clung to that claim like it was a fact, but she was wrong. She was a bitch, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
The zebra who opened the door walked across the room and past the pony he let in. He walked around the table and stood next to his leader, but looked in the opposite way.
“Who’s the bitch?” Zulu asked.
“She said she was here fer the two’s in the back.”
Zulu looked at his gang member, and then at the negotiator, who stared back at him. “She packin’ anything?”
The zebra who acted as the doorstallion smiled, showing his yellow teeth and receding gum line, “Yeah, look at these pretty little pieces!” He opened up the tattered old work apron full of pockets and pulled out his two new trophies, a black switchblade with a shiny metal blade and a fixed combat knife with a handle that looked like it was made of pearls. “And I got this, too!” he reached further into his makeshift inventory and pulled out a chain that lead to a ticking pocket watch.
He looked back at his new possession as if it were the key to the meaning of life, he had probably never seen anything this valuable before.
“Mine!” Zulu snapped, as he ripped it out of the other zebra’s mouth. “Get to your spot!” he demanded as he pushed the, now angry, gang member away. The one wearing the apron was about to protest, to attack him and get his precious golden watch back. But he knew better than to attack Zulu. Instead, he turned, and like with the other ransoms, he walked over and stood beside the negotiator, making sure she was surrounded on both sides by crossbow wielding guards.
Zulu turned his attention to the bitch who had entered a few moments earlier and spat, “Who the fuck are you?”
"Here's your payment," she stated sternly, sliding the case around before pushing it at her host, "we doubled your amount to convince you to go away."
Zulu and Zapros looked at the bug case full of finely printed white gold Equestrian bits, each one stamped to represent that they were worth 100 normal bits. Zapros pupils practically turned into dollar signs, but his leader was not as enthused. Nopony, especially some bitch, told him what to do.
"No." He said, " amount’s gone up."
The negotiator narrowed her eyes and stared at the pony across the table with a falcon's focus. "I don't think you know who you're fucking with."
"No!" He shouted back, "I'm the one calling the shots here, bitch! Nobody tells me what to do, especially you. The amounts gone up and if daddy doesn’t like it, I’ll send his daughter back one piece at a time after I’m done with her."
Zulu waited for the bitch to get angry, frown, throw a fit, or just come to the realization that she wasn’t going to get her way; any of those actions would make him happy.
But, counter to what the zebra wanted, the mare smiled, rolled her eyes, and hid a chuckle behind the cream sleeve of her dress shirt. "You think you're in control here? Sorry to break it to you, but no. This isn't about Missy Frankfurt or Autumn Leaves. The Princess of Equestria has sent me to deal with you. Personally, if it were up to me, I'd have blown you away with a single strike from one of the Navy's destroyer. Sadly, my boss says you're not worth the money it takes to adjust a cannon, much less its payload. So they sent me instead."
Zulu's good mood from earlier was completely gone, now just filled with the rage that he was known for. He was not some common thug! This bitch was lying! "Which bitch, the big white one or the small blue bitch?" He shot.
The distasteful use of names of Equestria's rulers bounced off the pegasus. "Princess Celestia, if you must know."
Zulu began a forced hearty laugh, his five other cronies joined in. "Now I know your bullshitting, bitch! That bitch? Oh come on, she's pathetic!" He threw the top of the briefcase down and slid it back to its owner.
The six zebras all watched the target of their humiliation. She blinked and looked at the case, she looked back up and let the corner of her lip curl, "You'd be surprised." She began to fiddle with the briefcases locks again and opened it again. In the meantime, Zulu couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. No bitch makes fun of him and gets away with it! He began to think of how to deal with this wannabe comedian. As soon as she tried to leave, his crew was going to jump her, and after they were done with her, she was going to be tied up in the other room with the other two hostages.
The mare looked back up and slid the briefcase back to her host, "this is your last chance, take the money or else."
As soon as it stopped, Zulu shouted "Nopony tells me what to do, bitch!"
The negotiator widened her stance, spread her wing out and growled, "Don’t you dare close my fucking briefcase again!"
Zulu reached to slam it down, but Zapros pulled it over to him, he smirked at the other party in the deal and used one hoof to slowly and deliberately closes the briefcase.
He shouldn’t have done that...