Chapter 28: I Have No Name For This
AN: Written again by my buddy Dark Avenger, check him out on FIMFic. Or don't, it's a shitty site.
She calls my name. I step into the kitchen. There's sizzling coming from the stove, and there's an odd mist lingering in the air. A strong smell hits my nose, making me grimace. I can already tell she did something wrong. My limbs tense up, but I don't say anything just yet. She points to the plate on the table and turns off the stove. I take a seat and wait patiently while watching her work.
I sometimes wonder just how she can pull it off. No hands, not even toes, just four hooves, and yet she's working a whole kitchen. I guess that stink is my answer. She does it, but just barely. I stare as she grabs the pan and dumps its steaming contents in front of me. She then uses a fork to scrape out the leftovers stuck to the metal and tosses the pan into the sink.
The burning smell is even stronger this close. I look down at my plate and almost throw up. The blackened mass is like a pile of tar and mud all clumped together. I hear her complain about being tired and having a "bad day." My teeth grind on each other, and my fists are trembling, but I still don't say anything. I let her babble on while I pick up my fork. I tell myself that it just looks bad, but it's going to taste good.
I love steak. I want to eat steak. I hardly ever get to eat steak. Ponies don't eat steak, but I do. Ever since I came here, I haven't seen any meat on my plate. It's been too long since I had a good meal.
I cut a piece of meat and lift it to my mouth. My eyes are watering from the smell. I open my mouth and bite down. Ashes and bile meet my tongue. For a moment, I'm just sitting there, frozen with a fork in my mouth, like an idiot. Then I lose control. I cough and spit, tossing the fork away, and push myself back from the table.
"What the fuck is this?" I shout. She goes quiet, staring at me slack-jawed. Her dumb look just makes me more angry. "For fuck's sake, Rainbow Dash, can't you get anything right?"
"Huh?" She blinks and stands there in shock. "But... I did everything like you said, and—"
"Fuck that!" I slam my fist on the table, making her gasp and jump back. "I asked one thing from you today. One thing! That you cook this goddamn dinner right! Look at this shit!" I pick up the plate and toss it at her. She cries out again and shrinks back as it smashes on the wall beside her. "You burned the steak, you didn't even season it right, and you put onions on it. I told you I fucking hate onions! And you burned that shit too!"
She raises her hooves up, either trying to calm me down or to defend herself. I hate that look on her face. That stupid, scared look where she acts like she doesn't know why I'm angry.
"That's right, you plant-eating pussy. Look at you!" I walk up to her and roughly yank her up against me. She thrashes as my hands explore her face and limbs against her will. My fingers dig in between her lips, exploring her teeth, and I roughly grope at her muscles on her wings and her legs. "All that 'healthy food' bullshit just made you go soft. You're worthless in bed, you can't fly, and now you fuck up the cooking!"
I roughly slap her across the face and let go. She stares at me in shock, one trembling hoof reaching up to the red mark I left on her cheek. "I have to eat all that disgusting crap you make every night and listen to you preach about it," I shout at her. Walking up to the fridge, I throw the door open and start tossing out its contents. "All this stupid shit we have to buy because you horses can only eat flowers."
"P-Please..." she whimpers. "Stop! I'll fix it, just let me—"
"And you wanted to be a Wonderbolt?" I throw a half-eaten apple pie at her. Fucking hate apples too. We only get them because she's friends with that farmer cunt. "They wouldn't take you for a fucking groupie!"
She curls up on the floor, arms covering her head as I keep throwing dishes and foodstuffs at her. Once I run out, I toss one of the chairs at her as well and and a kick in the side for good measure. She's trembling and sobbing, covered in dirt. A smile tugs on my lips, and I reach down to undo my belt. The familiar sound of clinking of metal makes her tense up, and she gasps, slowly turning her head to look up at me. Her eyes are red, the tears in their corners streaming down her cheeks.
"No..." she says. "No. Please don't!"
"Think you can order me around, cunt?" I pull her up by her hair and force her onto all fours. My hands roughly grip her ass and deliver a firm smack, making her cry out. "How about you shut up and do the one thing you're good for?"
She doesn't say anything else, merely whimpers and tries to squirm. I give another smack, and she goes completely still. Moving a bit closer, I press my cock against her slit. It's puffy and bright red, shuddering as my tip rubs against it.
"Disgusting..." I growl. "What, did you shove a boot up there? You should have asked me instead."
She buries her head in her forelegs and sobs, while I brace myself and shove my cock into her. She throws her head back and screams again, while I laugh at how her face looks.
"Oh yeah, nice and tight, like always!" I slowly grind back and forth. Not to be gentle, just to give her snatch some time to get lubed up. "Wish it wasn't so fucking dry all the time though."
Her legs wriggle from the agony she must be feeling, and I feel something wet against my shaft. No doubt she's bleeding already. I pull back and thrust in, going all the way this time. Her arms give out, and she collapses on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Keep crying, whore. No one's coming to save you. All you stupid ponies are too wimpy to put up a fight."
All those stupid shits back home who laughed at me and said I'm a faggot for loving cartoon ponies. They said I'd probably fuck them if I could. They said I never will, same as how I'll never get to fuck a real girl.
Well, look who's laughing now?
"Yeah, why don't you just go and snuff it, bitch?" I smack her ass again. Her screams excite me even more than her tight cunt. "Go hide in a dumpster with all the other trash. I can always find another cock sock."
We go at it for almost ten minutes. She passes out just before I'd dump my load into her. I laugh and quickly pull out, letting my jizz spray all over her back. Sighing, I put my pants back on and glance down at her. Still don't know how she can't deal with four inches. Any real girl would have laughed me out of the room.
A voice calls me from outside. "Coming, Mom!" I reply. Picking up the plushie, I stuff it under my bed, making sure the Naruto-themed blankets hide it from view. I then take off the headphones and turn off rainbow_dash_ 3 on my laptop before I close it. Can't take any chances.
Stepping outside, I sniff at the air. Fucking hate vegetables. I may like ponies, but I wish I didn't live in a vegan family. One day I'll cut them up and cook them and eat their hearts.
Mom sees that my belt is still undone, and she shakes her head. She can probably smell it, too. I don't give a shit. Rainbow Dash is mine to play with however I want. I take off my sunglasses and pilot Metal Gear REX and try to kill my genetically superior brother.
