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In an unfamiliar room filled with Black darkness, cut by a narrow sliver of lamp light, all that is visible is an unconscious dark blue pony with a wild unkempt blue mane and a dagger for a cutie mark tied down to a wood chair. he's clearly been badly beaten, there are deep cuts and bruises all over his naked body. his six pack abs glisten intensely, as if Crisco has been liberally applied to them.
" ... ugh... did Charity kill me?" Couth slurred as he entered a half consciousness.
He looks around the pitch black, hoping to see his gods Othud Cherishfair or Thebil Mindfulsongs, but no, no. In his typical luck, he sees a tentacle pony he never wanted to see again. he has a gray coat, has a well groomed short raven black mane as per usual with Diomidians but this was no typical grunt. this particular Diomidian likes to play therapist and wore glasses and held a clipboard to prove it. his name is Alister, and if he's here, I am far away from my little bed back at the fortress.
"Oh Couth, I am so glad we found you. how have you been? you haven't forgotten your dealings with us, have you?" Alister says with a friendly grin.
Couth spits a dark black piece of bile at him as a response.
"mm-hm" Alister wipes his glasses of the unpleasantness. "you're still charming you, I see. or are you? we have gotten reports of Daemons running rampant in Glitterglen." he nods at his clipboard " can you answer a few questions? to prove you're you?"
"and if I don't feel up to answering your questions? what if feel more like breaking every bone in your body, Alister?" Couth retorted, fully awake.
"Ha, just try it, see what happens!" Alister playfully taps Couth on the cheek with his tentacle. " you'd be dead before you could even touch me. you are not a citizen to our glorious Domidian empire. you have no rights. I can do whatever I want to you, remember that next time you run your mouth."
"ahem" Alister composes himself and gets professional. "now, let's start at the beginning. describe your childhood please."
"really?"
"Humor me. it'll keep you alive."
*sigh* "Fine. Rough. It was rough. I had no parents, no family. only pony who cared for me was my sister Willow and I cared for her. we were just two orphans running free in the capital city slums. we did anything we could to survive.. anything. we tried alot of things to make money, but stealing ale from breweries and hawking it to the masses at a cheaper price did the trick best."
"mhm, good. and what happened to Willow?" Alister proceeded.
"Willow... got smart, got cold and cutthroat. she realized that if I was gone she could double her money. we were doing our usual routine of breaking and entering, but she insisted on carrying my load, lied to me. she trapped me in the basement, and the brewer found me. instead of having the guards behead me the brewer put me to work. it was hard work, there was no pay, but he fed me so that was something. this went on for about eight years."
* Alister scribbles something down on the clipboard*
"what are you writing down? why am I telling you my life story?" Couth demanded.
"I'm comparing your story with the one we beat out of you a year ago, before we planted you into Glitterglen. your passing with flying colors. please continue. why did you leave the capital?"
" well after my years of philanthropy the king personally gave me a key to the city and freed me from my servitude." Couth said with a dry sarcasm.
*Alister whips Couth across the face with a tentacle, drawing blood.* "Be serious!"
"I bucked up! they drove me out with pitchforks." Couth admitted angrily.
"I moved to a nice little village with no name. started an inn. it was nice and quiet and nopony bothered me. then you pillaged it. you kidnapped me. you tortured me. you gave me an ultimatum. and shuffled me into a line of immigrants. you know the rest."
"yes, our contract was steal the items we required, you and every pony in glorified ratthole "Glitterglen" gets to live, correct?"
"yeah, something like that."
"well, why didn't you hold up your side of the bargain, Couth?"
" why? you bastards got greedy! I had a good system, and you wrecked it when you asked for those amulets made of banned metal. ten of my cohorts are in jail and three good friends are dead because of you. then things got personal, things got out of my hooves."
Alister gave out a long sigh.
"you know, my peers think I'm crazy, they think I should kill you and we go ahead and raze your fortress, but I stuck my neck out to give you another chance. it's our understanding there is an alicorn foal-"
"No."
"there is an alicorn foal in your fortress. give her to us and we-"
"I won't do it. can't do it."
"Couth? it's your only way out of this and you know it."
"why? why do you want her?"
Hmmm, whats the most clinical, dispassionate way to put this? for Breeding, Couth."
"oh gods, you sick bastards."
"you know what we want, and you know the price of failure. two weeks, Couth. two weeks. nighty-night."
Alister puts a rag over Couth's mouth and he fades away to la la land.
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