The three try to run for it...but grab as much ...
Equestria Invading
Chapter 10
"HYAAAAAAHHH!!!"
With all the rest of the mob too beaten, bruised, dazed, or even just to heavy to get back on their feet, only one mare was left with the will to stay standing, and used every last bit of energy she had left after the brawl to charge at the three. Alissa, however, had the obvious advantage of a skinnier build, and saw the pony charge with enough time to spin her arm back to shoot it out in a fist, her timing so perfect that the unicorn didn't even charge a spell before she was punched squarely in the face, going down with all the rest.
"That should be the last of them!" She called to the other two. "So, where do you guys think we should..."
But when Alissa turned back to discuss a plan, the two didn't even look like they remembered the melee they'd just won as they shoveled off as much as they could of the overflowing pile of the gold coins on the counter, using their uniform shirts as pouches.
"Wh...are you guys crazy?" She spat incredulously.
"We'd be crazy not doing this!" Ian snapped back as he pulled in his last armful, finally managing to hobble away from the pile as Horace scooped himself a few more. "Alright, now we're set!"
He and Horace waddled out the door before Alissa, but she didn't dare let them take their time and pushed them out by their backs, not caring about any of the few gold coins that fell out of their shirts.
"So, yeah, beating the crap out of an angry mob and looting them of their cash. That doesn't sound the least bit wrong?!"
"...and neither does breaking into a burger joint and breaking out into a riot over a french fry?" Ian retorted.
This time around, he and Horace were chasing after her, their payloads clinking in their shirts. With her mind focused on the street names, Alissa used her vague memory of the Stop N' Burger's location map to find as far a place from a chain as they could go, while also far from any houses or suburbs.
"Would you listen to yourself?! This isn't some lame action movie or video game, there's something seriously wrong going on right now!"
"Alissa's right, Ian." Horace added. "You saw how they were back there, that was like...I dunno, rabies, or something! We've gotta get to the police on this!"
"Right on the money, Horace. So go ahead and drop all that gold you've got, then."
She didn't hear Horace say anything else, nor the splash of all the gold he was holding splash all over the street, either.
"...and my phone's dead." Alissa remembered. "What about you guys?"
"Damnit, I left mine in my pants...back there." Horace replied. Alissa looked back at Ian, and he answered the same with a nod.
"Well, at the very least, the police station's a block or two away, so we should-"
But Horace and Ian stopped in place, surprised as Alissa came to a halt, her head darting left and right. "You guys hear that?"
"Hear what?" Horace asked. Everything sounded quite, safe for a coin jingling here and there.
"Shh!" Alissa hushed, raising an arm back at them. She leaned to her right, intently staring down the turn of the road, her eyes narrowed for a few seconds before they went wide. "Oh, no."
"What?" Ian asked.
As quietly as possible, Alissa power-tiptoed between the two of them and pinched at the arms of their shirts, pulling them to the sidewalk with a frantic look. "Hurry, just follow me!" She whispered.
"Alissa, what's going on?" Horace said.
"It's another pony! C'mon, under that bench!"
Horace and Ian's face went blank, and they quickly stealth-walked after her, tightening their shirts around their coins to keep them from rattling. Alissa got on her knees and crawled under a bus stop's metal bench, but the boys had to get on their sides and awkwardly kick their way in to fit inside while holding onto their gold babies
"Where are they?" Horace whispered, squinting as he looked around the street.
"Down the street ahead of us, just a building away, or...oh...oh, no..."
As some large, indescribably shaped shadow trundled around in the darkness around a streetlight down the road, Horace and Ian both shrunk back a few inches as they say the very front of some round, white mass come into the light. Even as the first to see it, Alissa gave a squeak as the pony came out in the open, struck by how large it was.
At least with all the other ponies, their obesity always had some form of a resemblance to that of any other human's, but when the unicorn'd fully waddled his way underneath the streetlamp's light, the three couldn't see anything aside from some giant, pink wrecking ball that just happened to be a fat-faced stallion's belly, somehow wobbling with each as his bulging legs scraped along its back, with its underside rubbing along several feet of the road ahead of his feet. The blue jeans he wore looked like they were rubber stretched as thin as paper around the indomitable thickness of his legs, and his shirt was only occupied by the two enormous mounds of his chest and a very small sliver down his stomach.
Even worse, as he stomped past a street sign that didn't even come close to his shoulder, the three shrunk back. They hadn't seen a pony who wasn't a foot taller than them, but this one had to be over nine, probably just a few notches under ten.
"Ho...ly...christ..." Horace loudly mouthed out.
"Ngh..." The stallion groaned, his face taught in discomfort between his round, blobby cheeks. His arms massaged whatever they could reach down his stomach, which, as it gave a cavernous rumble, must've been just a gigantic sphere of pain hanging off of him. "Food...need...food..."
Ian and Horace weren't even talking, but Alissa's hands clamped over their mouths, almost hoping she had a third for herself.
Then, when the unicorn was halfway across the intersection, he stopped. The pain in his face turned to surprise, his ears perking, and he gave the air a small sniff.
His face fell in anticipation, turning towards the bench, and he said something. The three couldn't hear what it was from where they were, but could make out four syllables, one of them just a single letter...
With all the rest of the mob too beaten, bruised, dazed, or even just to heavy to get back on their feet, only one mare was left with the will to stay standing, and used every last bit of energy she had left after the brawl to charge at the three. Alissa, however, had the obvious advantage of a skinnier build, and saw the pony charge with enough time to spin her arm back to shoot it out in a fist, her timing so perfect that the unicorn didn't even charge a spell before she was punched squarely in the face, going down with all the rest.
"That should be the last of them!" She called to the other two. "So, where do you guys think we should..."
But when Alissa turned back to discuss a plan, the two didn't even look like they remembered the melee they'd just won as they shoveled off as much as they could of the overflowing pile of the gold coins on the counter, using their uniform shirts as pouches.
"Wh...are you guys crazy?" She spat incredulously.
"We'd be crazy not doing this!" Ian snapped back as he pulled in his last armful, finally managing to hobble away from the pile as Horace scooped himself a few more. "Alright, now we're set!"
He and Horace waddled out the door before Alissa, but she didn't dare let them take their time and pushed them out by their backs, not caring about any of the few gold coins that fell out of their shirts.
.....
"So, yeah, beating the crap out of an angry mob and looting them of their cash. That doesn't sound the least bit wrong?!"
"...and neither does breaking into a burger joint and breaking out into a riot over a french fry?" Ian retorted.
This time around, he and Horace were chasing after her, their payloads clinking in their shirts. With her mind focused on the street names, Alissa used her vague memory of the Stop N' Burger's location map to find as far a place from a chain as they could go, while also far from any houses or suburbs.
"Would you listen to yourself?! This isn't some lame action movie or video game, there's something seriously wrong going on right now!"
"Alissa's right, Ian." Horace added. "You saw how they were back there, that was like...I dunno, rabies, or something! We've gotta get to the police on this!"
"Right on the money, Horace. So go ahead and drop all that gold you've got, then."
She didn't hear Horace say anything else, nor the splash of all the gold he was holding splash all over the street, either.
"...and my phone's dead." Alissa remembered. "What about you guys?"
"Damnit, I left mine in my pants...back there." Horace replied. Alissa looked back at Ian, and he answered the same with a nod.
"Well, at the very least, the police station's a block or two away, so we should-"
But Horace and Ian stopped in place, surprised as Alissa came to a halt, her head darting left and right. "You guys hear that?"
"Hear what?" Horace asked. Everything sounded quite, safe for a coin jingling here and there.
"Shh!" Alissa hushed, raising an arm back at them. She leaned to her right, intently staring down the turn of the road, her eyes narrowed for a few seconds before they went wide. "Oh, no."
"What?" Ian asked.
As quietly as possible, Alissa power-tiptoed between the two of them and pinched at the arms of their shirts, pulling them to the sidewalk with a frantic look. "Hurry, just follow me!" She whispered.
"Alissa, what's going on?" Horace said.
"It's another pony! C'mon, under that bench!"
Horace and Ian's face went blank, and they quickly stealth-walked after her, tightening their shirts around their coins to keep them from rattling. Alissa got on her knees and crawled under a bus stop's metal bench, but the boys had to get on their sides and awkwardly kick their way in to fit inside while holding onto their gold babies
"Where are they?" Horace whispered, squinting as he looked around the street.
"Down the street ahead of us, just a building away, or...oh...oh, no..."
As some large, indescribably shaped shadow trundled around in the darkness around a streetlight down the road, Horace and Ian both shrunk back a few inches as they say the very front of some round, white mass come into the light. Even as the first to see it, Alissa gave a squeak as the pony came out in the open, struck by how large it was.
At least with all the other ponies, their obesity always had some form of a resemblance to that of any other human's, but when the unicorn'd fully waddled his way underneath the streetlamp's light, the three couldn't see anything aside from some giant, pink wrecking ball that just happened to be a fat-faced stallion's belly, somehow wobbling with each as his bulging legs scraped along its back, with its underside rubbing along several feet of the road ahead of his feet. The blue jeans he wore looked like they were rubber stretched as thin as paper around the indomitable thickness of his legs, and his shirt was only occupied by the two enormous mounds of his chest and a very small sliver down his stomach.
Even worse, as he stomped past a street sign that didn't even come close to his shoulder, the three shrunk back. They hadn't seen a pony who wasn't a foot taller than them, but this one had to be over nine, probably just a few notches under ten.
"Ho...ly...christ..." Horace loudly mouthed out.
"Ngh..." The stallion groaned, his face taught in discomfort between his round, blobby cheeks. His arms massaged whatever they could reach down his stomach, which, as it gave a cavernous rumble, must've been just a gigantic sphere of pain hanging off of him. "Food...need...food..."
Ian and Horace weren't even talking, but Alissa's hands clamped over their mouths, almost hoping she had a third for herself.
Then, when the unicorn was halfway across the intersection, he stopped. The pain in his face turned to surprise, his ears perking, and he gave the air a small sniff.
His face fell in anticipation, turning towards the bench, and he said something. The three couldn't hear what it was from where they were, but could make out four syllables, one of them just a single letter...
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April 19
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