//------------------------------// // Season 2 Finale: (2/3) // Story: Button Mash: High School Life // by rock4u7 //------------------------------// The large brick-work privileged villa was engorged with thick illuminated amber light, the wails of electric guitar spewing forth from a downstairs cigar-room. Along sat in a leather-back arm-chair Backslash, a large half-empty bottle of AppleJack Whiskey lazily slumped upright in his lap, a red-hot fire burning bright in front of him, captivating his dim senses and engulfing his sad thoughts in a waking wildfire. Beside him sat in two other chairs the muscle-clad colts, there mouth eclipsed with dry beer bottles and salted pretzels, necks beginning to reddened by the radiant heat. “T..that bitchch…she played with my heart….*burp*…like it was nothin’, like it wuz dirt neath her hooves” Sputtered the cream-coated colt, his hair in teases and split ends, loose spit dribble down his chin along with the sour alcohol. “Too true bud, she aint worth it man” replied Cinderblock, downing his sixth brown bottle, his words also beginning to slur. Touchdown nodded in reply, twisting his new golden watch around his wrist playfully. “I l…love her so much and she…does what….goes off and falls for some sh..sh-shithead nerd kid….well to hell with er’, I dant need here no more…*Burp*” Backslash again babbled, his eyes drooping up and down as his head bopped around trying to keep itself up. “y..you know Slash….this chick you keep talking about….if she’s yours…like you say then just…you know go to her and say ‘woman I’m your man and your my woman’, see what your *cough* lackin’ is confidence in yourself, I fuck bitches all the time….why…because I’m confident, I let them know who’s alpha in the…the food chain” The green colt blathered, running his hoof through his short purple mane. Backslash’s eye looked to his side as he though, the expression on his face that of sadness. “I can’t, she doesn’t want me, I’m just not what she want from a stallion….I couldn’t” . “Shut up, you live in a big ass mansion with a huge pile of cha-ching, your top of your class and you have result scores of 94%, your too good for her man, she should feel fucken grateful to even talk to you”. “You know…..you know your right, I am too good for her….”. “Slash, Dad wants you to turn down the radio, he’s trying to write up some documents” spoke in a little mare, around thirteen with a light blue coat and white slick hair. “Shut it Bluejeans, can’t you see I’m *burp* wallowing in my s..sorrow” The colt replied to his little sister. Swing his arm at her in a signal for her to leave. “But Dad said”. “Fuck off”. The small girl stepped out of the three boy’s sight. They continued to sluggishly chat, their breath sour with indulgent alcohol and eyes dulled with fatigue, the roaring hearth-fire sending sweat beads down Backslash’s neck. The two jocks whirled there brown fermented drinks around in there equally shit-brown bottles. There presents little comfort to the white Colt. “….I want her” Backslash whispered to himself, staring deep and longingly into the bursting embers. “Fuck it then, let’s go ask her to take you back then” Cinderblock spat out, saliva dripping from the side of his lips. “What?” quickly replied the white writhing writer. “let’s rock up to her place and you can confront her like a real stallion and demand she take you back”. “I don’t know ma..”. “Do you want her”. “yes”. “Then go take her”. Biting his bottom lip the young colt contemplated it, his drunken thoughts washing his brain with suds. ‘I just want to love her so much…so fucking much’ Backslash said to himself without a single word, he deserved her he knew he did, he was going to have her….he demanded he have her. Boggishly pulling himself up and falling onto four legs Backslash with the company of the two meat-walls slumped towards the front door, grabbing his coach-keys of the mantle and heading towards the garage. Blue-jeans stayed glued to the wall, listening to their drunken babble, she felt terrified for her brother, knowing he was going to make a horrible mistake. She Ran out the door and tried to stop him but it was no use, just as she made it to the drive-way the three colts ripped down the brick-work entrance and tore through the roads towards Ponyville, there sleek black coach stumbling side to side at blistering speeds. “No” she said to herself, thinking fast she ran back inside and grabbed her phone, unlocking it and heading straight to contacts. As she run BackSlash’s phone began vibrate on the mantle. *Sigh* Bluejeans came up with another idea, she moved from ‘B’ in contacts to ‘T’. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Karen Mash stood in the kitchen, her body arched over a red-wood counter-top, a pile of carrots, onions, pumpkins and potatoes to her left, diced up vegetables to her right. The sun had begun to lazily drift just below the mountain tops to the west with its large luminous mass turning the sky into a mixed milkshake of pinks and purples all swirling around the orange horizon like a celestial waltz. Karen swung herself towards the oven, boiling hot-pots of steaming food bubbling around inside the metal cases, spewing forth vaporous steam and spitting hot wetness from the sides. With a flick of her wrist she switched off the electrical oven and settled the bubbling rage within the pots, revealing steamy broccoli bushes and four logs of corn on the cob. *heh* Exhaled Karen, her hair tied in a bun and beads of sweat on the ridges of her brow. Her faded yellow fur in wet tiffs from the steam. “Done” she said to herself, sliding her hoof along the table and pushing all the diced up food into a plastic yellow bowl and placing it on the dining room table, returning to the kitchen and doing the same with a second bowl. *SLAM!* went the front door, a brown blur ascending up the staircase in an un-detourable dash. “Button your home a bit late” Karen asked, leeching the water out of the hot-pots into the sink, her eyes confused at his brash entrance. There was no reply. “Do you want dinner now honey?” she again called out to the boy. “……No thanks mom” Button said back, his voice sounding broken and torn. “Um, I’ve just got to *cough* hope on steam first, Scoot and AJ want me to play with them”. “That’s nice of them…so baby, why are you home late?” she retorted, catching on to something strange about the colt’s attitude. “I uh, went to Sugar-cube corner for a snack. I guess I was gone a while”. “Your 3 hours late, its almost 7 PM”. “Oh uh sorry….I’ll come down later, just g..give me some time to…yeah”. “Button don’t try to trick me, I’ve seen it all before, come down here and tell me what happened” she announced, somehow already knowing what his appearance was going to be. Slowly the mocha a colt hobbled into the mare’s view. Her face falling down and giving a weak exhale at her son. “Oh honey what happened” she asked him, his body bruised and bloody, a dry blood-patch on the side of his head, his mane caked in dust and rocks. “It doesn’t matter” Button mash replied, staring down at his hooves. “Did you get into a fight?” Karen questioned. The colt didn’t reply, all he gave was a shrug as he seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the floor boards. … “I…was….jumped at the bus stop”. “What?”. “there were three colts…They just sorta came out of nowhere” ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Button who did this to you!” she boomed, her eyes furious and concerned at the same time. The colt stepped forward, his face pleading with her. “Mom please don’t do anything, just leave it it’s over now, please”. “Button Mash” she retorted mouthing it out slowly, her posture intimidating and powerful. “Who did this to you”. “It…was Backslash, a kid from my school”.woefully answered the boy. “Is there a reason for why he felt it necessary to tear up the side of your head into a bloody mess?”. Button rubbed his head, red flakes of dry blood falling from his temple. “….He was jealous….”. “why was he jealous?”. “He thought …I was…that I…Stole Sweetie Belle from him”. “Button baby I don’t care what what the reason was with Sweetie but tell me where this Backslash person lives, Ill sort him out real quick”. “Mom” weakly replied button. She began to become more angered , “If he thinks he can just attack my children and get away with it he’s got another thing coming”. “Mom” again replied Button, his tone become more pleading. “Like what sicko thinks he can just gang up on a pony in the middle of the road and start”. “MOM!” barked Button, stopping his hoof down against the wooden floor, sending small shards up into the air and leaving a chipped mark in the ground. Karen stopped mid-sentence and looked at her battered son, his face red and agitated. “It’s over, he got what he wanted, I don’t want anyone to do anything, just leave it alone, please it’s over. “If you don’t do anything about it then he’ll think he can just get away with it!” Karen replied, her tone lowered but still burning with maternal anger. “If he tries it again Il tear his fucking Heart out, he got the drop on me is all, he got the closure he wanted, just forget about this and let this end” Finished Button, his head aching as thumps throbbed in his head like a jack-hammer. “Ok…” confided the old girl, “if you think it’s over then we’ll just forget about it…won’t do any good but well forget about it none the less *sigh* …do you want dinner now or?....”. “Later please mom, I’ve got to go do something first ok. trotting off Button headed back up the wooden stairs, leaving his mother to eat dinner along tonight. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ He loaded up Steam, the familiar blue and grey interface greeted him, ignoring the sales he headed to his library and Clicked on Team Fortress 2. Button then opened his Skype and plugged in his Microphone. Searching his contacts and finding Scootaloo. He messaged her asking for a group invite, she responded with a ‘K fag’ and added him to the call. “Hey Button what’s up, you’re like an hour late you know” The mare asked him, her voice distorted by the cheap $10 mic she was using. “Sorry, I uh….feel asleep for a bit, anyway invite me to game, where still running team death match right?”. “Kk, our current match is almost over anyway, Applebloom’s just gone to the toilet so when she gets back we’ll start a new game”. “Cool beans, Ill *cough* wait a bit…..so how’s your day been?” Button asked, a large aching pain rolling up his body and resting at his head is temple still stained with dry blood and dirt. The orange mare retold her day to Button, her voice scratchy and twisted by the microphone. … “And I asked her what size she’d like them in and she wouldn’t for the life or it give me a straight answer, like woman just say ‘large’, I don’t care what’s your frigging waist line is just tell me what your size is and I can give you what you want”. “Did she end up telling you?”. “I had to force it out of her, worst part though was that ten minutes later my area manager came up to me and said a customer filed a complaint on me, like what the fuck dude, that chick wrote down that I was rude and inconsiderate”. “That’s gotta suck”. “Hey Guys” Jumped in Applebloom, the sound of crunching pop-corn in her mouth. “Gosh girl how long did it take you to take a piss” Scootaloo argued, “you said you’d be a minute”. “Sorry, I wanted to catch the last ten minutes of Game of thrones” hastily replied Applebloom, the sound of Applejack and Big Mac talking I the background. “Well let’s do this” Scootaloo asserted, sending a game invite to Button and starting a Sniper only free for all. Button Mash immediately started getting quick-scope headshot on both the mares, their skills admirable but no-where near the godly levels that Button had refined. “Fucking hell Mash, give me a change” Applebloom argued, the colt chuckling somewhat painfully as his ribs twisted and ached. *bop bobop ba bop bop* went skype as someone new joined the chat, an avatar picture of a kitten sleeping inside a saxophone. “Hey all” announced Sweetie Belle, signing herself into steam, the sound of PoisonJoke bouncing around the walls of her bedroom. “Hey girl, you finally made it….bit late though” Applebloom replied, sending her an invite to the private match. “Sorry, I was talking to feather-weight for a while on my phone till it died a few minutes ago, then I remember I needed to wipe button ass at TF2 tonight” she retorted, enjoying the quick reply that the brown colt gave her. “Good luck hot stuff, when it comes to PC-based Multiplayer FPS matches reign supreme”. “Puts your money where your mouth is Button, Scoot, I’m loaded up….let’s start the slaughter” the white mare announced. The white mare joined the private match, Red canyon, the announcers voice counting down till the incoming blood bath. Sweetie knew games; years ago Button when they were dating taught her how to play them furiously, ever since then her skill-level secretly increased to maximum MLG pro-ness. She was going to demolish her friends. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Suck it Mash” Sweetie boomed, downing Button’s character from across the map, the sound of his hoof hitting the desk from beyond the microphone. “Oh Come on!” squawked the mocha brown gamer, spitting at the screen in frustration. “grow some ovaries and mare the fuck up” Sweetie replied in a chuckling tone, her skill level too powerful for Button to handle, his perfect KDR now being blitzed by the white mare. Higher and higher her kill score went, surpassing both the girls and becoming neck and Neck with Button, one last kill to end the match. “I’m going to plough your ass into the dirt Butt Mash” coxed Sweetie, her character hunting down the boy as the two mares hid themselves in the far corner of the map, a showdown between the two would be inevitable, Button as if I’m survival mode crept his sniper along the walls, his itchy trigger hoof seizing up and fire three blank shots in fear, Sweetie had him by the balls, but he was not one to go down without a fight. “Dum dum….dum dum…do do do do” The white mare started to tease him more by singing the jaws theme,, Button said nothing he was as cool as a cucumber. “GOT YA!” he screamed firing his weapon at her exposed avatar, bullets pelting the wall behind her, Button madly laughing as he ran after her, she returned fire with a barrage of blistering sniper-fire, ricochet shot’s bouncing off the ground and red steel walls. Both of them threw there piss jar’s, Sweetie’s missing by an inch but Button’s landing a direct hit on her. She was at half-heath. Quickly the two began sprinting in a different direction, hoping to get the drop on the other, Button wildly grinded his teeth together, and Sweetie’s eyes bulging angrily from her head with a blistering red. “I never loose woman, never, How can you beat me at a game that I taught you to play, when I’m threw with you they’re going to have to start calling you Bleedie Hell.” Jested the brown colt, his face mere millimetres away from the white light of the computer screen. “Haha, I’m about to lay the smack down on you son, you may have been my sensei but now I’m about to school you hard in videogames” she returned, twisting her neck and purposely giving a loud neck crack over her Microphone. Button ran as faster as he could towards her position, his gun at the ready, sweetie did the exact same, sprinting s fast as she could to get the drop on him. Both bolted to the other as fast as they could, blooding pumping threw her veins like jet fuel, their eyes screaming at them to blink but to no avail, this match would prove who was the greater warrior, the shaggy brown gamer or the purple pony-tailed singer. Both ran and ran and…ran right past each other, both characters shot past the other like a red and blue blur. They both stopped immediately and swung themselves around with the flick of their mouses, time freezing solid as both of them fired at the same time. *BANG!* The sniper’s head exploded in a ball of gratuities red blood and fell limply to the floor; it was the sniper that belonged to Button Ashley Mash. As if loud orchestral victory music was playing Sweetie shot up out of her chair screaming in victorious grandeur, Scootaloo and Applebloom chuckling and cheering over the skype call, Button as if in slow motion fell to his knees, his brain unable to comprehend losing to someone at a videogame. “Suck it, suck it, suck it!” yelled Sweetie Belle in happiness, hearing button’s silence and declaring herself Queen shit of fuck mountain. “I…but I….c’mon that was…..hax! I call hax!, I was lagging!” sputtered the brown Colt…but his words fell on deaf ears, the three girls chanted and chattered between each-other. “Ok..Ok..We’ll be the grown-ups here and let you like your wounds Mash” Scootaloo coaxed, exiting the game and closing steam. “hey who’s up for some Minecraft, I know a RP server we can join and flirt with the other players”. “Sound cool to me beats watching TV with Mac and Jack, but I actually really do need to go to the toilet for real this time” Applebloom replied, logging herself out. “Haha, I’m totally up for some Minecraft but if were taking a brake then I’m gunna head to the shops and grab some snacks, totally Craving for some Reese’s pieces right now” Sweetie told them, everyone getting up and going to grab a snack break, Button heading down-stairs and apologizing to Karen. … .. . 10 minutes later. .. . Scootaloo and Button were the only ones left talking in the call. “Rumble wants to take out a loan so we can moved from his crap-hole single-room home to maybe like a high-end house 3 bedroom cottage near the old town hall, we’ve been looking at places and we’ve found a decent one to rent in-town that’s only around 215 per week for a 2 bedroom apartment” explained Scoot, Button agreeing as he shovelled skittles into his mouth, the rainbow taste dripping from his teeth. “But if were looking to the cottage then me and him are gunna have to work our asses off for the next ten months”. “Speaking of that how is his carpentry business going anyway” the colt asked. The sound of hooves running down a hallway came from one of the idle mics. “Pretty good, he gets great work as a roofer”. Suddenly Applebloom threw herself onto the microphone, her breath in a sputter as she tried to interject towards the two, her tone scratchy and stressed. “Sweetie are you there!, guys is Sweetie belle back!” she hollered, her voice in a terrified tone. “No why, what’s the problem” Scootaloo replied. “Diamond Tiara called me just then *gasp* she…she said that Backslash’s sister called her and said that him and two other guys were going to confront sweetie about something, apparently he’s drunk off his ass and stark raving mad” Applebloom explained, an ecstasy of Fumbling as both ponies grabbed their phones and tried to call her immediately, it was no use, her cell-phone was dead. “What’s Rarity’s number!” Button called out. “I dunno we always just use Sweetie’s Number!” replied Scootaloo. “Button you live the closest go make sure she’s safe, I don’t want that creep anywhere near her!” the yellow mare ordered, Button agreeing as he jump up and was about to bolt out the door. “I’ll wake up and Rumble and get him to meet up with you at Sweetie’s place. With that the brown colt zoomed down the stairs and out the house, galloping as fast as he could down the dirt road towards town, the frozen winds at his back and the sharp pains still aching in his chest, he didn’t care, he kept running like a bat out of hell. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ “Have a nice night” replied the saddle-Arabian cashier worker. The young mare stepping out of the bright grey florescent lights and colourful plastic adverts into the cold pitch black of the night air. *Ting* Sweetie belle left the store, a plastic bag of chocolate and soda hanging in her mouth, the night brought with it an icy wind at seemed to tear coldly at the skin, even with the warmth of her clean white coat she could still feel the chilled breeze latching on her body. *brrrrrr* she said to herself standing under the light of a luminous street-lamp. Tiny hazel moths fluttering about under the lamp’s florescent touch. Sweetie ruffled her fur and rubbed her arms against her knees, she needed to get back home or risk losing out on Minecraft with her friends. Owls began to hoot from the rooftops of distant houses with the screech of fruit bats. The lonesome emerald leaves of far-off trees glided through the air and past old cold stone cobbled roads, the town seemed to have given up the ghost, everypony was indoors, there candles burning dimly through there murky glass windows and toasty fires warming there icy bones. Sweetie belle envied them; she needed to get home fast. Tightening her jaw she began trotting at a brisk pace, she wasn’t afraid of Ponyville, the town was as safe as safe could be, crime of any sort was little to none here, most of the urban destruction seemed to come from the various escapades of the mane 6. More and more the night became eerie, the wind seemed to bring with it the dead silence and cold breezes that whistles softly threw the near-by trees. Sweetie Belle’s fur began to stand on end as she walked into the park, the wooden bridges creaking and stone statues crying with the wet tears of moist moss, the white mare could feel on the tips of her ears the cool water droplets of rain, a fine light pepper but still enough to carry a small icy bite. She could hear murmurs from beyond the park’s shrubbery, a drug trade or gang of marauding teenagers it seemed to be. She quickly picked up the pace, through the dim hanging leaves of solemn willows she could see the bright amber lights of the carousel boutique, it only made her more eager to get into the warm house and hope online with her friends, the bright colourful world of minecraft kept her spirits high as she made her final stretch through the park grounds. Almost sprinting she headed threw the old stone towards her house, inside a green grip of duck leaves reached out for her like pleading airs, brushing against her soft white coat and drenching her body in cold dew. She keep running, being pelted with the flora like whips, soaking her fur, leaving red marks against her arms and flanks. Closer and closer she could see the boutique, she kept running till *whack!*. Her eyes went blurred as it became flooded with dew of a final pleading branch, latching a green hand against her face and covering her face in water. She tried to slow down when she collided with something….with someone, the smell of expensive whiskey in their breath. Jumping back sweetie Belle wiped her face and saw who it was, Backslash, his image a stark difference to what it usually was, instead of the posh clean look he so often adored it was now a shaggy mess of mane and stained fur. “Backslash…wh..what are you doing here in P..ponyville” she stuttered, giving an exhale as he felt somewhat safe, Backslash was a friend to her, not an enemy….and certainly no threat. She began shaking. Sweetie was terrified, not of Backslash but of the two monolithic shadows he carried behind him, there arms thick and bulging with engorged muscle. Their eyes had a solemn dimness to them like after a drunkard’s binge, when all the bright sparkle had drained them and leaving two plastic white bulbs with black pupils, alcohol draining there common sense. “Sweetie, can….can I talk to you” Backslash asked, his hair tattered and oily, his breath a horrid stench. “Uh sure….who…who are your friends”. “Oh uh….yeah this is uh, well the yellow one is Touchdown” he gestured, the muscled stallion giving a lazy wave, Sweetie belle noticed he was wearing Backslash’s gold wrist-watch. “And this is Cinderblock”, the green colt as if a puppet mimic the same movement as the yellow colt, his left ear split almost completely in half, an injury from some long past sports accident for sure. “Hello…Gentlemen” stuttered Sweetie, very intimidated by the two jocks large frames. “Sweetie….I want to talk to you” Backslash asked, his speech slurred and guttered but heart thumping harshly. The young mare nodded hesitantly in reply. The young stallion stepped forward, somewhat in a hobble, with his right hoof he sleeked make his mane, clearing his throat. “I want to tell you that…I’ve known you since you started freshman year, I’ve always tried to be a good fried to you an..and that I’ve watched you grow into a fantastic beautiful woman, I want you to know that I …I really like you Sweetie Belle, I’m sorry for all my mishaps and *cough*…anything I may have done to you that you weren’t OK with” The white colt looked to her with his ruby red eyes scanning her face for any reply, he couldn’t tell if she was scared or happy. “I want you to know that I’d reply like to get to know you better….as a marefriend. Could you please take me on as a soul-mate maybe?” Backslash asked, a small weak smile emerging on his face as he put his heart out to her. Sweetie belle looked as if she had become frozen solid, her face still and eyes unblinking, the girl seemed to be pondering something, unsure of how to verbally get it out. The white stallion stood patiently, his face hanging composure on by a thread. Sweetie finally spoke, her warm breathe fading away in the cold night air. “Slash….I…you know I see you as one of my best friends, you’ve been there for me through some real tough times in my life and I thank you for every moment we’ve ever spent together, But, I see you as someone different to how you see me, I’m sorry but your just more of a brother to me than a lover, It’s nothing against you but I really just don’t want to get into anything serious right now”. The Colt went deathly silent. Backslash looked at her, his heart seemingly thrown on a platter and cut deep with a silver steel knife. His breathe slowly becoming small gasps of air. “It’s because of Button Mash isn’t it?”. “No no, its just I’m not looking to get into-“ Sweetie was cut off by the increasingly louder Drunk stallion. “It is isn’t it, Sweetie you know he’ll never love you like I can, he’s a mentally ill Nerd with no friends, I’m not, I can make your life fantastic you know, he can’t, he’s got nothing, he’s a fuck-head with no future” Backslash ranted, his speech loosing al its charm and now becoming gurgled words. “Please leave him out of this, he’s got nothing to do with this” she retorted. “….”. “You….”. “You slept with him” “What?!” The white mare shot back. “It’s true isn’t it, I knew if you went to that party you’d inevitably wind up with him, what..how’d he do It eh, did he get you completely shit-faced then do it…or did you just take him to some vacant bedroom and fuck him while you were on your hooves and knees”. “Backslash I swear I didn’t do any-“. “Don’t fucking lie to me, don’t stand there and tell me you didn’t because you did, you fucking did, you loved it didn’t you, Fucked him just like when you were a filly am I right, Back when you barely understood what a dick was” Barked the boy, his mane now tussled and twisted in split ends and loose knots. “You’re scaring me” Sweetie belle squeaked, stepping back as the faces of the colt’s soon became twisted and hazy. “What does he have that I get, I bet if anyone showed you a bit of attention you’d let them have their time with you”, He stepped forward, almost tripping over himself, the two colts still at his back, like giant devil wings protruding from over his shoulders. Sweetie Belle couldn’t take it any more, she could see the carousel boutique in the distant, she wanted to leave now, she was utterly terrified. Dropping the plastic she threw herself towards the light of home, trying to run. *crash* Backslash wrapped his arms around her waist like a snake and tackled her to the ground, dragging both there pristine coats through the frozen dirt and cold grass. Sweetie tried to scratch her way out of his grip, stabbing her white ivory hooves into the wet mud and kicking as hard as she could. The two Jocks came over and blocked her escape, becoming like menacing walls of meat. “Just fucking talk tah me” boomed Backslash, pulling her up by her neck onto four legs, a small scream escaping her mouth, as he let her go she swung her arm around and punch him hard in the lip, a spurt of scarlet red blood spitting out and landing on the blades of grass on the vacant field. Backslash’s solemn face twisted into a red ball of bloodied anger. Sweetie quickly tried to reply as he wiped the red blood across his hoof. “I want to go ho” *Whack!*. He hit her back, flinging her to the ground. “I’ll make you fucking love me” he growled like a dog, his lips wet with spit and gin. With both his arms he pinned her down, the girl sending out a cacophony of squeals and kicks, both the two jocks held her down with swollen muscle-bound arms and a demons gaze. They spread her legs as Backslash positions himself and forced his hoof over her mouth. Her eyes madly darting around as she tried to scream. Her-own heart thumping like a jack hammer, the fear so real you could cut it with a knife. “When I’m finished you’ll be begging to take me back”. She could smell the putrid odour from his member, a horrid stench of sweaty unwashed privates. He pushed his arms down on her shoulders pinning her to the ground. The cold winds still howling in her ears. She snapped her eyes shut, her body shaking and twisting in fear as the colt held her against the colt grass. The night around her seemed to go dead silent, not a single noise could be heard in her ears, she was shutting herself off, hoping to reseed to the blackness of her mind…but she couldn’t, this colt was still over her… his hips angled in line with hers, about to destroy her life. .. . *Whack!*