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Pouliches de la Rue

By Slowanon
Created: 2022-04-15 13:03:33
Updated: 2022-04-18 15:17:28
Expiry: Never
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  4. >A bitter wind sweeps across the snow covered avenue before you.
  5. >Some of the white powder gets swept up in little flurries and drifts that kiss your small, shivering frame as you pass garland wrapped lampposts and buildings on either side of you.
  6. >Somewhere distant, a bell tolls five o’clock.
  7. >A stallion muscling a push plow grunts his way down the street doing his best to clear the accumulation.
  8. >The way the wind is working to blow his progress back into the road says he’s just pissing in the ocean if he’s out here by himself.
  9. >You’d love it if he’d offer you his coat or scarf or something but the workpony continues on without acknowledging your existence.
  10. >Can’t count on the decency of other ponies here in horse France.
  11. >Your green coat does its best to keep the cold away but tonight’s coming chill is just getting worse as it gets darker.
  12. >You really don’t want to be out.
  13. >Lying down in your newspaper-insulated box and dreaming about someplace better sounds more than excellent right about now.
  14. >But you can’t.
  15. >You can’t go back to your box after what Lys did.
  16. >If you were lucky you’d make it to where you’re going before the police on this end of the city start canvassing the area.
  17. >The enormity of how much she has to hate you to do this to you causes a bitter tightness in your chest.
  18. >Or maybe it could be the sheer weight of knowing how absolutely fucked you are.
  19. >Your plan is shot.
  20. >The police are looking for [i]you[/i] specifically and not just on another round up of foals in the area.
  21. >All your friends are dead or worse.
  22. >Your territory has been taken by other fillies.
  23. >And now you don’t even have your box or the warm clothes that were stashed inside.
  24. >You genuinely don’t know what to do and it makes you want to bawl like the filly you are.
  25. >But you don’t.
  26. >You haven’t cried since Lee Lee died.
  27. >You could say some shit like you’re tough enough not to.
  28. >But that’d be a lie.
  29. >A damned lie.
  30. >You just know that if you started now you wouldn’t be able to get yourself together again.
  31. >Never mind the fact that it’s been like that for that last few days.
  32. >Just one thing after another.
  33. >You stop near one of the black posts as another strong gust takes the strength from your legs for a moment.
  34. >It’s a welcome distraction from the spiral your thoughts were headed towards.
  35. >Still, however...
  36. >It's awfully fuckin’ cold.
  37. >You turn your head left and can see one of the many neoclassical townhomes as if ripped straight out of the streets of France.
  38. >Of course, the ponies you see inside through the glass remind you that this isn’t France.
  39. >Or the States.
  40. >Or Earth.
  41. >You see ponies celebrating near an ornament covered mess of a tree.
  42. >In their nice warm home.
  43. >Your eyes single out the smiling faces of excited foals receiving gifts under the loving gaze of their parents.
  44. >The wind stops just long enough for your breath to fog up in front of you.
  45. >It separates you from looking at them just long enough to tear your eyes away.
  46. >Your lips curl into a little smile.
  47. >It’s a fragile, fleeting thing that you know is gonna turn into a grimace sooner than you’d like.
  48. >But for the moment, you smile and begin moving once more.
  49. >Good for them.
  50. >If you were the you from the day before --Hay, even the night before-- You’d be angry.
  51. >Envious.
  52. >Maybe even hateful.
  53. >But that was then.
  54. >Maybe you learned a valuable lesson or something stupid like that.
  55. >Makes you feel a good, proper warmth inside.
  56. >Too bad you can’t write to the princess about it.
  57. >All the paper you had left was back in your box.
  58. >Probably just ashes now if you’re being honest with yourself.
  59. >Even if you had it, you know that the only thing it’d accomplish would be making you feel a little better.
  60. >The princess was a busy mare and an entire ocean away after all.
  61. >No time to read mail from a random filly.
  62. >Besides, you’d sooner send yourself in a box if you had the money to use the post.
  63. >That’s okay, though.
  64. >With the Shyful Tower lit up with festive lights a couple blocks away, getting to Equestria doesn’t seem so important.
  65. >At least right now.
  66. >If you are going to get put back in that orphanage and have to deal with that pedo horse because you got tangled up in what the other street fillies were doing, you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna enjoy yourself and do something you actually wanted to do first.
  67. >And if you’re being honest with yourself, you think you won’t be making it to Equestria anymore.
  68. >You trudge through the snow, homes no longer on your left and right as you’ve reached the boulevard that wraps around the park the tower sits in.
  69. >There are so many shops and restaurants you’ve never been in or seen before.
  70. >Everyone buttoned up tight for Hearth’s Warming.
  71. >The streets themselves are completely devoid of ponies, all of them probably with their families.
  72. >There’s not even the sea of Tourists, police or gendarmes in the plaza like you always heard about.
  73. >No criers, no lamp lighters, no nothing.
  74. >No pony.
  75. >You never imagined being here.
  76. >Not on Earth.
  77. >And not here on horse planet.
  78. >With this area being off limits to a pouliches de la rue like you and all.
  79. >Just you and the snow unknowingly bearing witness to something few ponies in Prance ever get to.
  80. >A quiet, empty, peaceful Shyful Plaza.
  81. >The only thing that could make this better was if the weather ponies would let it actually start snowing again.
  82. >But even without it, this was fine too.
  83. >Seeing it gave you a feeling of warmth and contentment that you haven’t had in a long time.
  84. >Of course that makes you flinch when the peace of the moment is broken and you hear hooves softly crunching snow behind you.
  85. >Normally you’d berate yourself for not paying attention but despite everything, you’re feeling lucky.
  86. >Maybe if you keep your head down and keep trotting they’ll move on.
  87. >Whoever this pony was, they didn’t absolutely have to be a gendarme.
  88. >Of course, as you near the shallow steps from street level to the park, the pony falls in step with you dashing your hopes of being left alone.
  89. >Well, you’re fucked.
  90. >You just keep your eyes down and keep walking as if the other pony doesn’t exist.
  91. >If they were going to grab you, they haven’t yet and you aren’t going to press your luck.
  92. >Maybe they’ll let you trot all the way to the tower.
  93. >Maybe you’re just being paranoid and it’s just somepony going the same way you are.
  94. >You doubt it but you hope.
  95. >You pray.
  96. >You plead to the universe in your head.
  97. >You’re so close.
  98. >Hell, to be honest, you’ve already done what you’ve come for.
  99. >In the two years you’ve been in this city you’ve always seen the top of the tower in the distance poking over the trees and rooftops but you’ve never seen it up close.
  100. >Now you’re closer than ever and from the boulevard you got a clear view of it sitting in all its glory, lights running up its great legs all the way to the top.
  101. >Now you just want to touch the damn thing just to say that you did.
  102. >Any amount of shit Lys and Press gave you won’t mean anything if you can manage the one thing they haven’t.
  103. >Which is looking more and more likely with the kindness of the pony trotting beside you.
  104. >You’re pretty sure you caught a glimpse of black in your peripheral which was probably a hoofboot.
  105. >This has to be the nicest gendarme in the city if they’re letting you just trot up to the tower like this.
  106. >Maybe they don’t know what you are.
  107. >Shouting behind you takes you from your thoughts and your head whips around to see a blue mare and a brown filly next to a little green form curled up in the snow on the road.
  108. >The filly is absolutely losing her shit.
  109.  
  110. ???ad something in between these parts probably
  111.  
  112. >Before you can begin to guess what’s going on over there, you notice that you’ve made no hoofprints in the snow.
  113. >All the way from the stairs down from the road to where you stand now the snow lies undisturbed.
  114. >Your confusion has very little time to settle in fully.
  115. >Movement on your left catches your eyes and what you see makes your ears splay back.
  116. >Spooky skeleton?
  117. >Check.
  118. >Black hooded robe that’s somehow still despite the wind blowing?
  119. >Check.
  120. >Wicked scythe thingy?
  121. >Check.
  122. >Of the million things going through your head and the many things you could say, you only manage an eloquent,
  123. “You’re a pony this time.”
  124. >So...
  125. >You're dead.
  126. >Again.
  127. >You didn’t even notice dying.
  128. >And maybe you just insulted Death.
  129. >Animated pony skulls don’t show emotions too well so you’ll never know.
  130. >You look back to the ponies fussing in the road over your cooling corpse.
  131. >Your eyes narrow.
  132. >Of course somepony starts to care after you d-
  133. >Your ears flick up and you squint.
  134. >The filly in the distance looks very familiar.
  135. >Oh shit.
  136. >That was Edel.
  137. >You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
  138. >Guess she got adopted after she got caught.
  139. >Good for her.
  140. >And happened to stumble across your body on Hearth’s Warming.
  141. >Not so good for her.
  142. >At least you know she’s gonna be okay and not end up...
  143. >Well...
  144. >Dead.
  145. >Like you.
  146. >You turn back to fuckin’ death itself.
  147. >And smile.
  148. >You’re... content, despite yourself.
  149. >You remember telling Edelweiß stories those first nights she stayed with you.
  150. >It had started as a way to keep her from crying herself to sleep but as time went on you found you loved telling stories.
  151. >She was the one that gave you the idea of putting that love into your singing which turned out to be just what you needed to afford food day to day.
  152. >You remember playing hoofball in the streets with the colts that lived up the block from you as often as you could..
  153. >Racine was always nice to you when his brothers were being buttheads.
  154. >He always knew what words to say to distract or defuse Righty and Lefty.
  155. >Not to say that they were always terrible.
  156. >They could be sweet when they wanted to.
  157. >Nothing like their older cousins and that's a good thing.
  158. >You remember Mareie’s kindness keeping you warm during your first winter.
  159. >She couldn’t let a filly she didn’t know stay in her bakery but she did vent heat and steam out into the alley behind her shop to keep your little hovel warm.
  160. >You remember. . . . . .
  161.  
  162. (wowy zowy end of fuckin intro and start story a few weeks back from this point fuckin idiot)

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