4th Trot

[frothymilk]

[Action - Park]

[The first thing Equius learned when he was released from the hospital is that sledgehammers helped make up for his loss of STRENGTH. They didn't have the same level of satisfaction that breaking in skulls with his fists had, but they would do.]

[If only the exertion from swinging around such a heavy object didn't reopen his surgical wounds. His white tank top was going to be a lovely shade of indigo by the time the day was out.]

[The second thing he learned was that human blood is awful for painting with.]

[Not just because it was all the same shade of red, but also because it didn't retain its hue and dried to an ugly shade of brown, and then got flaky. How could he paint the fine art with only one shade of brown?]

[It also contained far too much iron, and the metallic taste was disgusting to his refined tastes.]

[Dead humans were pretty much good for nothing. They didn't even fight back when he came at them, although that could have been because he only targeted drones. It made this whole "murderous highblood rampage" scenario kind of boring. A total let down, really. He'd always thought giving in to his chaotic urges would be a bit more exciting than this. A bit more feral and bestial.]

This sucks. I'm going home.

[With a heavy, disappointed sigh, he slings the sledgehammer over his shoulder and turns to walk away from the picnicking drone family he'd just slaughtered.]

Comments

[prissy_hooves]

But is it really necessary to continue the... culling behavior here? After all, Mayfield is in no danger of overpopulation.

[frothymilk]

No. But it is not precisely that simple. Highbloods such as myself... [He hesitates, lowering his eyes to the ground] It's in the blood. A rage. A need for violence. We can't escape it. We can only hope to contain it. Back home, I had ways of dealing with it in a way that was considered socially acceptable, but... they're not here.

And this is STRONGER than I am used to dealing with. I can't hold it in.

[prissy_hooves]

...Is there anything I can do to help? Please, anything at all. I simply can't sit idly by and watch this sort of thing, especially if these urges are hurting you too.

[frothymilk]

[.....Yeah, he can think of one thing she could do to help, but oh, there is no way he is saying it.]

No. I need to fight, and I could not ask such a thing of you. Besides, I'm fine. I'll endure as I always have.

[prissy_hooves]

Is that so? Well, then, I must have misheard you the other day. I believe you said something - oh, how did it go again - ah, yes! 'I am yours to command.'

It's not a question of asking me to help, Equius. I'm afraid you'll have to accept it whether you like it or not.

[frothymilk]

[His jaw drops open, immediately breaking out in a sweat]

That's... Er... Really, I appreciate what you are suggesting, truly, but I am quite sure that this is really not necessary! I couldn't-

[prissy_hooves]

Equius.

[In her best commanding voice. Which is honestly pretty impressive for an adorable little unicorn pony, all things considered.]

[frothymilk]

[It's enough to reduce him to a making horse-like little huff, standing stock-still.]

[This... is going to get awkward really, really fast, he can feel it]

[prissy_hooves]

That's better.

[frothymilk]

[hrrf]

Then... what is your command, my filly?

[Shaking in anticipation just a bit. Oh god, this... this is... so wonderful...]

[prissy_hooves]

Well first, stop killing drones. Second, tell me what I can do to help curb these vulgar impulses of yours.

[frothymilk]

[He saw that coming, and yet... and yet...]

[biting the inside of his cheek, he bows his head]

The first you may consider done.

The second... If you were to remain by my side, and continue to give me orders, I think that would be the best help any pony could offer.

[prissy_hooves]

Give you orders? That sounds easy enough to manage. Anything at all, then? To serve as a distraction?

[frothymilk]

Yes, anything, anything at all that your gracious heart desires, no matter how humiliating or... [swallow, he could only hope here] disgraceful... the task.

[prissy_hooves]

Well then, perhaps you'd like to help me with my work for a while?

[frothymilk]

I would be honored to!

Ah... I assume you would prefer it if I were to clean up and change first, however...

[prissy_hooves]

Yes, that would be for the best. We wouldn't want to get blood on the fabric.

[Suddenly remembering her own condition, Rarity's horn glows a moment as she tightens the cloak she's been wearing around her.]