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[oneshot] Poorfag Trixie

By ponk
Created: 2020-12-18 14:46:00
Expiry: Never

  1. >You are Trixie, and today is a thoroughly good day, if you do say so yourself.
  2. >A lost quarter in the vending-machine return slot.
  3. >Two unused postage stamps in the trash bin of the copy room you managed to trade for actual money.
  4. >A couple of returnable bottles in a bathroom stall.
  5. >All in all, enough to yield you a small handful of coins that could actually buy a sandwich from the cafeteria’s lunch menu.
  6. >For the first time in days, you don't have to go through the returned food trays to try and pick out some edible bits.
  7. >You can buy your meal like a regular teenager.
  8. >You can sit at a table near the other students instead of hiding in some empty classroom with a stack of yucky leftovers.
  9. >The cherry on your proverbial sundae is a pudding cup you just had enough money left over for, and the thought of the creamy sweetness alone is enough to make you squeal.
  10. >You probably look like a dunce, grinning to yourself while munching on your food, but you don't care.
  11. >It’s not like anybody is acknowledging your presence anyway, let alone striking a conversation, but the ambient chatter allows you to at least pretend to have something that could be considered a normal social life.
  12. >If you close your eyes, you can almost feel that soft, fuzzy sensation you never manage to hold on to in your dreams.
  13.  
  14. >For what it’s worth, you saw the cup of iced tea coming your way even before it was thrown.
  15. >You saw the arm pulling back to hurl it in your direction, saw it arcing over the heads of the sniggering onlookers only to hit you square in the chest a second later.
  16. >The drink seeps into your clothes immediately; an icy blanket sticking to your skin.
  17. >The half-mumbled insult following the beverage is just loud enough for you to hear.
  18. >You don't really know which hurts more between the two.
  19. >Taking another bite of your soaked sandwich, you try to keep smiling, if only to force the feeling of fake happiness to linger for just another moment.
  20. >It's a losing battle, you know as much, and you can feel the familiar sting pulling at the corners of your eyes already.
  21. >You stand up, shakily, and try not to start running while making your way towards the blurry exit-sign.
  22. >A few more French fries and crumpled-up paper towels are thrown your way, but you barely even notice at this point.
  23. >It's not like the greasy stains they leave on your clothes stand out much.
  24. >Only when you reach the safety of the hallway do you allow yourself to cry freely, sobbing so loudly that it's threatening to spill out from behind your jacket sleeve.
  25. >Your stomach is complaining violently over having to abandon the first real food you've been able to offer it in weeks, let alone the far-away prospect of an actual dessert.
  26. >You’d probably be throwing up already if you had eaten anything at all today.
  27. >If your clothes weren’t a filthy mess to begin with, the spilled drink would’ve most likely ruined them for good.
  28. >Your soul would probably be breaking right now if it hadn’t done so years ago.
  29.  
  30.  
  31. "Excuse me."
  32. >The words actually taste bitter in your mouth.
  33. "Do you… Could I borrow fifty cents for the vending machine?"
  34. >The guy continues to push coins down the slot before fiddling with the buttons, and he’s rewarded with a bag of chips dropping into the compartment at the bottom a moment later.
  35. >"Get lost."
  36. >You mumble a quick apology for bothering him, sinking back down against the wall.
  37. >It’s been about half an hour since you set up camp next to the snack machine, and your stomach is starting to complain about every clatter of the take-out port’s lid, every crinkle of a candy wrapper being thrown into the adjacent trashcan.
  38. >You’d be above this, normally, above chatting up strangers like a beggar.
  39. >No matter how much you may look like one.
  40. >No matter how low you sink, you’ve never been one to ask for charity.
  41. >Unfortunately, your hunger surpassed whatever had remained of your pride a while ago.
  42. >Might as well accept the facts.
  43. >You act the part, too, checking the coin return slot every time someone walks away after buying something.
  44. >On the bright side, at least no one chased you away so far.
  45. >No one spat on you.
  46. >Yet.
  47.  
  48. >"Jeez, how much shit are you gonna get?"
  49. >You hadn’t even noticed the two girls approaching.
  50. >"Do you wanna get fat or what?"
  51. >"Stop breaking my balls, Amethyst. I’m hungry, alright?"
  52. >The girl punching number after number into the machine’s keypad stuffs another bill into the slot while her friend gives the whole thing a good whack to the side.
  53. >If the thumps and thuds coming from the bottom drawer are anything to go by, they must be close to emptying it.
  54. >"What? What you looking at, hobo?"
  55. >You must have been staring.
  56. >Quickly turning away, you focus on the wall ahead.
  57. >Or the floor.
  58. >Anything but your rumbling belly, really.
  59. >You’re pretty sure they can hear it anyway, judging from the sharp snickering.
  60. >You don’t know the girls—it’s not like you have any acquaintances at all, really—but you know their type.
  61. >And you know that, even if they cracked the machine’s safety glass right in front of you and emptied its contents onto the floor like a metal piñata, there’s no way in hell asking them to share would in any way end well for you.
  62. >"It’s alright," the girl with her arms full of snacks grins down at you. "Want one?"
  63. >She nods to her giggling friend, who pulls a pack of gummy bears from the heap and holds it out.
  64. >"Here. All you gotta do is say ‘please.’"
  65. "May I please–"
  66. >You’re cut off by the plastic bag being smacked across your face.
  67. >"Again, bitch! Properly!"
  68. "Can I–"
  69. >Another hit, this one leaving your cheek stinging.
  70. >"C’mon. Don’t get shy now, you fucking freeloader!"
  71. "Pl…"
  72. >You would have begged again if your voice hadn’t given out.
  73. "I…"
  74. >Rough laughter erupts from the pair, and you hide your face in your jacket to not spur them on any more by letting them see you cry.
  75. >"Fucking hobos," the girl with the bag of fruit gums chuckles. "Hey! Take it."
  76. >Carefully peeking out over your arms, you can see her offering the sweets again.
  77. >Just as you’re about to reach out, she quickly rips open the pack and dumps them all into the trashcan.
  78. >"S’not like you’re not used to eating garbage, right?!"
  79. >More howls of laughter echo down the hallway as the girls strut away.
  80. >You wait until they’re around the corner, and then even longer, until you can’t tell whether their giggles are in your ears or just your mind anymore.
  81. >Pulling yourself up, you bend over the trashcan and start picking out the gummy bears from between used napkins and grubby plastic cups.

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