//------------------------------// // The Last Weekend 3-3 // Story: The Girls // by Chelis //------------------------------// The bunker was eerily silent, save for the sounds of my fists landing across the mole’s face. He pleaded for me to stop hitting him, crying between shots to the nose and cheeks. "Please stop!" "Not until you tell us who sent you!" I snapped back. Jenna was behind him, her arm wrapped around him with her blade in hand. If he tried anything she would slice his belly open. Nas was next to us, the buky microphone and wires that gave our activities away broken in many pieces by his foot. He stood unmoved, allowing us to do this. "Brother, stop. I don't think he is going to talk," Jenna sighed as she released her grip on the kid. She squatted to face him. "Hey, guy. So what do you know of castration?" He took a nervous gulp, which made her grinned. When you showed nervousness to Jenna, it was like blood in the water. "I have never done one. It’s the act of cutting the mans testicales. I mean you think it's as easy as a grab and stab, but no. It's a whole lot more difficult than that. You see, you need to cut the tubes that carry the sperm, the muscles, and the nerves. These are the same nerves that makes a kick to the balls painful. Imagine not a kick to but severing them off. Please don’t," he sobbed. "Then tell us who sent you." "Alright," he said as he hung his head. "A group of bronies. I… I was pressured into joining by some guy who works at the mall. Most of the group wanted nothing of it but some of them decided to join." I felt my heart sinking, the memories of a few days ago still fresh with me. I looked to the girls. They obviously hated what we did, but the second they heard who sent the mole they had mixed feelings. It was then I heard the vibration of his cell phone. I reached into his pocket and pulled it out "Who is it?" Jenna asked "Triple-X-Rainbow-Dash-Sonic-Triple-X..." *** "Lake Forest Sperm Bank: You wack it, we pack it." I answered "You again? We got to stop bumping into each other like this." I groaned. "I thought you guys hated Flash Sentry?" I asked. "Oh, I hate that guy. Doesn't deserve twilight. Speaking of waifus, I'm going to be civil this one and only time: Hand the girls over, or next time we won't let you get up." While he was shooting for a dark and foreboding presence, he did nothing more than sound like an edgy manchild "No. You might have beaten me with numbers last time, but everyone knows that ten betas can’t take on an alpha." "So that's a no?" He asked. This little motherfucker was just playing mind games with me. "No! I have been through so much with them and I have cared for them for so long!" "You don't deserve to know Rainbow Dash, you fucking dudebro." "News flash, jackass! Rainbow Dash is actually my girlfriend," I said with a laugh. "Yeah!" Rainbow chimed in. "M-my waifu… With you?! You are a dead man! See you in twenty minutes fucker!" He bellowed as he hung up. *** At the diner near the entrance to the town, I sat with my true love. We were sharing a milkshake and fries. The twinkle in our eyes brought the entire diner to a nauseous climax because of how sappy we were. Yeah, she was my high school sweetheart and I wasn't afraid to tell anyone. My family, our friends, or even her father who hates my living guts. I felt like we were the perfect couple enjoying each other’s company. What snapped us and the entire diner from the calm and collected atmosphere was the park across the street. On a Saturday morning, the parking lot was empty with no events planned because the people of this town tended to either be asleep or at church. They started coming one by one. Car after car carrying adults, mostly men in their late teens and early twenties. "Is that what I think it is?" My sweetheart asked. She looked concerned not by the number, but their size. A good amount of them were heavy with the weight of a thousand sun-colored cheetos. "It is. The pony versions of those girls. Send it in, babe." I said. We knew our role in getting the girls home, and it looked like we did our job. We were not done yet though. There was the plan we had in case something like this happened. Leave it to Jenna to come up with backup plans of backup plans. My girl reached into her purse next to her and pulled out her cell phone, the one I got for her for Christmas. She scanned through the contacts until she found her number. "Jenna, it's Krista. We have a problem here." *** When Jenna was told of the news, she was in a trigger happy mood. There were a whole lot of people above ground who needed a boot to the ass, and it looked like she was about to deliver. "Joshua. Come with me, we are going to deal with the coming mob ourselves." "M-mob?!" Fluttershy squealed. Her concerned sucked the air out of the room. They knew they were coming for them, again. I walked up to the girls. "Yeah, they are coming back. Look, right now we have everything under control. I was able to hold them off with just me. You all know we can take these guys no problem. Now, we need to get you home to move this." "Why don't you come with us for a bit? That way you can talk to Celestia to convince her to keep the portal open?" Twilight pleaded. "Uhhh," I said, looking to Jenna. Jenna answered with a sigh, "Only for a minute or two, brother, we don't know how time works over there. Narnia effect." "Got it!" I said with my thumbs up. "Say hi to Luna for me if you see her!" Joshua cheers as I was about to enter the portal with Dash. The rest of the girls had gone through in pairs, so we were the last ones to enter, our hands locked together. "Luna, huh?" Jenna said with a grin. "I like my women with a little bit of spice."