Post by Scootaloo on Jul 21, 2012 13:18:05 GMT -5
Starring - Vinyl_Scratch, Screwloose
WARNING - Contains mild language and discriminatory/offensive themes.
"What's wrong, DOG? Don't you want your precious saddlebags?" "What'cha gonna do? Bark at us?" "Hey, look, she's drooling! What a retard!" Down an alley, just off the main square, surrounded by four teenage ponies, Salsa Picante - commonly known as 'Screwloose' - is nervously barking, a small puddle of drool having formed upon the ground, her hair messier than usual, and tears in her eyes. "Give my bags back! BARK! Don't! BARK BARK! They were a present!" "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, spaz?"
Vinyl Scratch is minding her own business around town, colecting groceries. Naturally, liie the Pied Piper of Hamelin, a group of fillies and colts follow her, asking for autographs and photos. As she stops by a sidestreet to fulfill their wishes, she hears barking. She looks up mid-autograph, and fear steals through her. It sounded an awful lot like Salsa Verde's sister, and she sounds hurt.
"Please- BARK- don't-" A loud ripping sounds as two of the teenagers start tearing apart one of Picante's saddlebags, followed by a long shriek from the pony herself, a volley of barks, and then a thundering of hooves as she canters towards them. She's promptly trips over herself, landing face-first in a puddle and prompting an uproar of laughter from the teen ponies. "Stupid screwy Screwloose!" "She's so retarded, even her cutie mark's messed up!"
Vinyl's ears prick right up as she hears the crash and scuffling. She shoos the foals away, and stepping into the alleyway, she glares at the teenagers. "And just what do you juveniles think you're doing messing with this pony, huh?" Her horn glowing, she magically pins the teens up against the wall and reconstructs Picante's bags with the scarf around her neck. Not letting the bullies go, she looks them square in the eyes. "Discrimination of this kind is a severe offence in the eyes of the Princesses, you know." she says bravely.
"Uhh... what discrimination, PON-3?" asks the first bully, smiling nervously at the DJ, before another adds, "Yeah, we weren't doin' anythin wrong." The third adds, "We were just messin'!" while the fourth throws in, "That dumbass deserved it! Retards like that don't deserve to live!" Salsa Picante, meanwhile, remains sprawled out in the puddle, her eyes clenched tightly shut, tears running down her cheeks.
Vinyl narrows her eyes at the fourth. "Don't fool me around, kid. Picante may not be able to defend herself, but that does NOT mean that she's some retard. You're the retards, for thinking it's cool to mess with disabled ponies. What if I was to break your things and call you a dumbass just because of how you look?" she keeps the bullies pinned with her magic, talking to them in the face one by one. "I doubt your IQs are much higher than hers combined." She relaxes her grip a little, but not enough to let them go. "Now, are you twerps gonna buck off back to kindergarten or am I gonna have to hit home a little... harder?" Her glare is strong, unmerciful.
"W-whatever you say, PON-3, says the first. " "It wasn't my idea anyway," adds the second. "You won't report us, will you?" the third asks. The fourth pony merely mutters something under her breath, before recieving a light kick from the third, then adding, "Yeah, we were just playing around. No need to get your horn in a twist."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. And no, I won't report you, so long as you make like a tree right now, and get lost." She releases the thugs, but does not weaken her gaze at all. "You're a disgrace to this town, the lot of you." she hisses. "Scram. Now."
The bullies promptly take off at lightning speed, while, back at the other end of the alley, Vinyl Scratch's fans let out a loud cheer, along with an assortment of clopping and cries of, "Yay!" "PON-3's the best!" and "You showed them!" Salsa Picante, meanwhile, remains laying in the puddle, drooling rather heavily, her gaze lowered, and ears twitching away, looking completely downtrodden.
Scratch offers a grin and a salute to her fans, before turning back to Picante and looking at her with concern. "Sweetie, are you okay?" she says calmly. She picks up the other pony's bags and hold them out to her. "Fixed your bags, look! Sorry if they're a bit.. patchwork. My scarf doesn't really match, and... I wasn't the sharpest tool in the box in textiles class." she giggles. Setting the bags back on the ground, away from the puddle, she offers a hoof to the sad mare. "Here. Lemme help you up."
Looking up from the ground, the slightly cross-eyed mare stares at Vinyl Scratch, then down to the patchwork bags, and then back up to the DJ. "You... fixed my bags..." Salsa Picante announces softly, a confused expression taking over her face. Eventually, gingerly, she takes the DJ's hoof and scrambles up to all four hooves, water dripping down off her belly. A few seconds pass... and then the disabled pony throws her hooves around Scratch's shoulders, hugging the brightly-maned filly close to her, a happy smile upon her face.
"I guess I di-WHOA!" The DJ is cut off by the other girl's tight hug, which she returns with a warm smile. She strokes a hoof through Picante's tattered mane for a few moments before pulling away. "No need to thank me, sweetheart." she says kindly. "I'm sure to help if you ever have troubles. Ponies like those bullies aren't worth your time."
"I need to thank you! I must thank you!" Salsa Picante announces, pulling back from the DJ to smile happily at her, perhaps an inch or so too close. "You stopped those nasty bullies from being mean and you made my bags better! You're my friend. A really good friend. I have some pocket money my sister gave me; let's go to the spa! I want to pay you back for being so nice to me and a really good friend."
Scratch giggles. "I just did what anypony decent would do. Are you sure?" she beams at the happy pony's sudden devotion and friendship. This is what she loves about Ponyville. "I have time. The spa does sound like fun!"
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WARNING - Contains mild language and discriminatory/offensive themes.
"What's wrong, DOG? Don't you want your precious saddlebags?" "What'cha gonna do? Bark at us?" "Hey, look, she's drooling! What a retard!" Down an alley, just off the main square, surrounded by four teenage ponies, Salsa Picante - commonly known as 'Screwloose' - is nervously barking, a small puddle of drool having formed upon the ground, her hair messier than usual, and tears in her eyes. "Give my bags back! BARK! Don't! BARK BARK! They were a present!" "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, spaz?"
Vinyl Scratch is minding her own business around town, colecting groceries. Naturally, liie the Pied Piper of Hamelin, a group of fillies and colts follow her, asking for autographs and photos. As she stops by a sidestreet to fulfill their wishes, she hears barking. She looks up mid-autograph, and fear steals through her. It sounded an awful lot like Salsa Verde's sister, and she sounds hurt.
"Please- BARK- don't-" A loud ripping sounds as two of the teenagers start tearing apart one of Picante's saddlebags, followed by a long shriek from the pony herself, a volley of barks, and then a thundering of hooves as she canters towards them. She's promptly trips over herself, landing face-first in a puddle and prompting an uproar of laughter from the teen ponies. "Stupid screwy Screwloose!" "She's so retarded, even her cutie mark's messed up!"
Vinyl's ears prick right up as she hears the crash and scuffling. She shoos the foals away, and stepping into the alleyway, she glares at the teenagers. "And just what do you juveniles think you're doing messing with this pony, huh?" Her horn glowing, she magically pins the teens up against the wall and reconstructs Picante's bags with the scarf around her neck. Not letting the bullies go, she looks them square in the eyes. "Discrimination of this kind is a severe offence in the eyes of the Princesses, you know." she says bravely.
"Uhh... what discrimination, PON-3?" asks the first bully, smiling nervously at the DJ, before another adds, "Yeah, we weren't doin' anythin wrong." The third adds, "We were just messin'!" while the fourth throws in, "That dumbass deserved it! Retards like that don't deserve to live!" Salsa Picante, meanwhile, remains sprawled out in the puddle, her eyes clenched tightly shut, tears running down her cheeks.
Vinyl narrows her eyes at the fourth. "Don't fool me around, kid. Picante may not be able to defend herself, but that does NOT mean that she's some retard. You're the retards, for thinking it's cool to mess with disabled ponies. What if I was to break your things and call you a dumbass just because of how you look?" she keeps the bullies pinned with her magic, talking to them in the face one by one. "I doubt your IQs are much higher than hers combined." She relaxes her grip a little, but not enough to let them go. "Now, are you twerps gonna buck off back to kindergarten or am I gonna have to hit home a little... harder?" Her glare is strong, unmerciful.
"W-whatever you say, PON-3, says the first. " "It wasn't my idea anyway," adds the second. "You won't report us, will you?" the third asks. The fourth pony merely mutters something under her breath, before recieving a light kick from the third, then adding, "Yeah, we were just playing around. No need to get your horn in a twist."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. And no, I won't report you, so long as you make like a tree right now, and get lost." She releases the thugs, but does not weaken her gaze at all. "You're a disgrace to this town, the lot of you." she hisses. "Scram. Now."
The bullies promptly take off at lightning speed, while, back at the other end of the alley, Vinyl Scratch's fans let out a loud cheer, along with an assortment of clopping and cries of, "Yay!" "PON-3's the best!" and "You showed them!" Salsa Picante, meanwhile, remains laying in the puddle, drooling rather heavily, her gaze lowered, and ears twitching away, looking completely downtrodden.
Scratch offers a grin and a salute to her fans, before turning back to Picante and looking at her with concern. "Sweetie, are you okay?" she says calmly. She picks up the other pony's bags and hold them out to her. "Fixed your bags, look! Sorry if they're a bit.. patchwork. My scarf doesn't really match, and... I wasn't the sharpest tool in the box in textiles class." she giggles. Setting the bags back on the ground, away from the puddle, she offers a hoof to the sad mare. "Here. Lemme help you up."
Looking up from the ground, the slightly cross-eyed mare stares at Vinyl Scratch, then down to the patchwork bags, and then back up to the DJ. "You... fixed my bags..." Salsa Picante announces softly, a confused expression taking over her face. Eventually, gingerly, she takes the DJ's hoof and scrambles up to all four hooves, water dripping down off her belly. A few seconds pass... and then the disabled pony throws her hooves around Scratch's shoulders, hugging the brightly-maned filly close to her, a happy smile upon her face.
"I guess I di-WHOA!" The DJ is cut off by the other girl's tight hug, which she returns with a warm smile. She strokes a hoof through Picante's tattered mane for a few moments before pulling away. "No need to thank me, sweetheart." she says kindly. "I'm sure to help if you ever have troubles. Ponies like those bullies aren't worth your time."
"I need to thank you! I must thank you!" Salsa Picante announces, pulling back from the DJ to smile happily at her, perhaps an inch or so too close. "You stopped those nasty bullies from being mean and you made my bags better! You're my friend. A really good friend. I have some pocket money my sister gave me; let's go to the spa! I want to pay you back for being so nice to me and a really good friend."
Scratch giggles. "I just did what anypony decent would do. Are you sure?" she beams at the happy pony's sudden devotion and friendship. This is what she loves about Ponyville. "I have time. The spa does sound like fun!"
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