You trotted through the back alleys, occasionally ducking into pipes and drains to avoid populated areas. The baggie of white powder clutched in your teeth was very ‘spensive, Jin told you, so you needed to be extra careful carrying it. You were just grateful it didn’t smell bad like the other baggies they had you deliver.
The city had become less scary now that your horn was bone white and sharp as a needle. Your friends had helped you practice on some garbage bags with it, you could rip them open in a second with a flick of your head. You were confident that few things could stand in your way with a horn as sharp as that and that confidence had carried you far.
You pulled yourself out of a storm drain, shaking the muck from your pelt just to be met with a familiar face.
Sitting on a nest of old fast food bags, chowing down on a container of cold fries was a purple unicorn with a cracked horn. Behind him a pair of toughies lifted their heads at your presence, one nudging the Smarty to look at you as well.
You didn’t particularly want to deal with these jerks today but this was the safer way to get to your delivery. If you turned around and followed the sidewalk you could run into some of the mean humans in blue. You bit down firmly on the top of the bag as you began to trot past them.
“Dummeh, Smawty knu yu!” The purple fluffy shouted, tossing his fries aside. “Wha’ yu wan’?!”
“Nuffin’.” You grunted around the bag.
“Den wai yu hewe??” He stood and blocked the alley, a smug grin on his face. “Dis am Smawty’s wand! Nu wan’ ugwy fwuffies!”
The two toughies stood to block your path, the smarty trotting around behind you.
“Tonto jus’ guin’ thwoo. Nu wan’ twoubwe.” You said softly, turning to keep your eyes locked on the smarty.
Smarty laughed. “Den dummeh shouwd gu uddah way!”
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. You would simply push past his toughies and be on your way. You didn’t really want to fight them, even with your new sharpened horn.
When you turned to leave you felt hooves slam into your neck, flattening you to the ground on top of the bag you were carrying. You coughed lightly as a small bit of the powder flew up your nose.
“Wook at Smawty when tawkin’, dummen!” He jeered. “Nu hab stoopid hoomans to pwotec dummeh. Mabbeh wen Smawty dun hewe Smawty teach dem wha’ guud fwuffy is.”
You felt weird. Your heart pounded in your chest and a heat seemed to be spreading through you. Who was this fluffy to call your friends stupid? That was your herd he was talking about and you were their toughie.
You shoved the smarty off you. Seeing him tumble across the alley felt good in a way. You didn’t just want him to stop, you wanted to make sure he was fucking sorry.
“Wha’ dummeh tink yu duin’?!” The smarty said as he got back onto his hooves.
You simply lowered your head, snorting and pawing at the ground like an enraged bull.
“Oh…” A cocky grin spread across the smarty’s face. He pranced towards you, broken horn held high. “Ugwy fwuffy wan’ fite? Smawty fite, Smawty eben wet dummeh get fiwst huwties on Smawty. Buh Smawty gun’ show dumm-”
You rammed your head into his chest, his smug voice cutting off with a wet cough. His hooves battered weakly against your sides but you continued pushing him back, feeling the ripping of flesh and cracking of bones until the wall of the alley stopped you. With a whip of your head you ripped your horn out of him, gore spraying in an arc across the filthy ground. Blinking the blood from your eyes you saw the purple pest’s face frozen in shock and indignation, his neck ripped open and gushing blood that pooled around your hooves.
“Nu tawk bad ‘bout Tonto’s hewd.” You growled at the corpse before turning back to grab the baggie.
The toughies stared in shock at their smarty lying lifeless against the wall until you took a step towards them. One turned and sprinted off with a trail of terrified piss in his wake. The other just stepped out of your way, unable to look away from the fresh blood dripping from your weapon.
It felt good. It felt right. You heard a quiet whimper from the remaining toughie as you went by that seemed to fill a hunger you didn’t know you had. Being powerful felt better than you would have ever known. You never wanted this feeling to go away.
After delivering the baggie to a woman wearing very little not-fluff outside a loud building you found a leaking pipe to wash the blood from your face. It had dried down to a sticky, smelly mess and made the lady a little apprehensive to approach you. You didn’t want to scare off any of Jin’s friends, so it was worth being a little wet.
At your usual meeting place with Jin, he jumped up from his seat on the curb when he saw you.
“Tonto! What happened?? Hana-chan said you were hurt!”
You shook your head. “Tonto fine. Puwpwe dummeh hab foebah sweepies.”
A slow smile spread across Jin’s face. “The one that wants your food?”
“Mh-hm. Say Jin am dummeh an’ wan’ gib huwties. Tonto gib huwties fiwst.”
“That’s my boy!” He scruffled your mane roughly, sitting back down next to you. “Did you take his bitches?”
“Nu knu’ wha’ am?”
“The ones like him have lots of… what do you call them…” Jin snapped his fingers, looking for the word. “The girls, you know?”
“Mawes?”
“Yes, mares. You fuck his mares??”
You shook your head. “Nu see nu mawes, nu knu if dummeh hab. Tonto nu nee’ mawe, knu pwetty mawe dat Tonto wan’ be spechow fwend.”
“Ohhhhh, lover boy!” Jin shoved you playfully. “Where is she? You should ask her!”
“Megumi am in cah-fay. Nu can gib huggies thwough window.” You sighed.
“Megumi, ey?” Jin pulled out his phone and typed for a bit. “You do a few more deliveries for me, and then I think I can give you something better than ramen tonight.”
Better than ramen?! What could be better than ramen?! “Weawwy?!”
“Really.” Jin tossed a little baggie of crystals down in front of you. “Bring this to Madarame-san and come wait for me. I have some things to get.”