>Anon I need your help
>I've made some really scary people very angry
Sorry flutters, but we have ta send ah message
No one fucks with the appul cartel
>"These really scary guys came to my cottage, said they wanted to hide some stuff there but didnt want them to"
>"Rainbow was there, she said she would talk to them"
>"Shes been gone for hours"
I happen to have connections to a force that some might call an army.
Let me think on it.
Don't worry, we've already got El Chaupo back in custody. On the moon.
What's funny is El Chapo shares my last name.
Right. I'm guessing you want me to go look for her, then?
>yfw he's literally a billionaire
>yfw he "breaks" out
>yfw he's done this before
>yfw he does it again
Don't worry, I'm calling in FEEL team 6
>A cool summer breeze enters the dimly light room.
>Well furnished, with oak wood floors, and thick satin curtains
>Smoke fills the room, but not from a fire, but the small flame of a cinnamon cuban cigar.
>At the center of it all, Don Anon, sits smoking, patiently waiting.
>Very suddenly the fine doors slam open, and the calm is disturbed.
>"Anon I need your help!"
>"I've made some really scary people very angry!"
>She exclaimed panting for breath, sweat dripping from her face.
>Anon takes a deep puff from his cigar and then puts it out.
"Tell me fluttershy...what have I done to deserve such disrespect."
>He waves his hand over the small mare.
"No...you come to me and say 'Anon give me safety, protect me', and you do not do so with respect."
>"Please Anon, I need you, no one else will help me."
>Anon pauses and breaths deeply.
"Young fluttershy, we have known each other for many years... and not once have you extended your hoof in friendship to me. Never have you come to me and sought my counsel. I can't even remember the last time I was invited to your home for tea. Let's be honest here... you've spurned my friendship, you of all 'ponies' the element of ‘kindness’ have spat in my hand, when I had so generously offered it to you... And why you may ask? Because you feared being in debt to me."
>"I...I...I didn't want to get into trouble." She replied, trembling, with tears in her eyes."
>Nodding Anon replies
“Oh I understand.”
"You found ponyville a paradise. A place where you could take your pleasures as you pleased. You never armed yourself, never made any true friends. After all the town guard protected you, the ponyville greater justices sorted out any issues with legalism. You could come to no true harm. You never needed Don Anon..."
>Anon rises, and walks towards the window.
>Taking a deep breath, he pours himself some bourbon.
"I was hurt, truly...but I am not the kind of man, who thrust his friendship on those who so clearly do not want it."
>Fluttershy begins to whimper, her lip quivers and mucous flows from her nose.
>She is beside herself, and begins to beg.
>"I'm sorry Anon, I'm so sorry... I..I never meant to hurt you... Please...it's just that...ponyvilles been good to me...I wanted to be good too."
"Well spoken!" Anon exclaims as he claps his hands.
"Then you have nothing to fear. The guards will protect you, and the Justices will see that these ponies never harm you."
"Trust Celestia, file a report... go home and drink some tea."
"After all, life is full of little worries, why stress about this?"
>Fluttershy mustering up what little courage she has, picks herself up, and with eyes reddened by tears, tries her best to find words that will sway this dragon of a man.
>"Please Anon....I....I need your protection...."
"Celestia will protect you."
>"No...Celestia will protect the nobles..."
>Anon turns to fluttershy, raises his eyebrow, and nods approvingly.
>"What do I need to do...in order for you to protect me?"
>His face sours, as he turns his back to her.
>She begins to cry once more...taken back to that hopeless place.
>Anon Sighs, remembering his humanity and calmly says
"Why are you so scared to give me your allegiance?"
"You go to the justices, and wait for weeks to be heard."
"You spend your hard earned bits on lawyers who can’t help you win land.”
"And worst of all...you accept judgment from nobles who sells themselves like the cheapest kinds of whore’s on the street."
>”Uhh...what’s a whore?”
>ignoring this Anon continues.
"When you needed money for your sanctuary, you went to the fucking jew controlled banks. Waiting with your hooves extended forward like some dirty beggar, will they sniffed and poked around and stuck their long noses right up your ass... just to make sure you could pay back the crippling debt they would pour onto you.”
>Anon Slams his palm on the desk, and focuses his eyes solely on fluttershy.
"BUT! if you had come to me, my purse would have been yours. When you needed more land, I would have provided no questions asked. And if by some odd act of god, an honest mare such as you should have made enemies, they would become my enemies."
"And then Young Fluttershy...they would have feared you."
>Fluttershy, whipping the tears from her face looked up to Anon.
>And sadly replied.
>"Please be my friend...Don Anon."
>Anon placed his hand on her head, and rubbed it approvingly.
>She nuzzled into his hand.
"You shall have your protection young one."
>Anon retracted his hand. and sat once more at his desk, relighting his old cegar.
"Now listen Fluttershy..."
>He said as he puffed at his cigar.
"Some day...and that day may never come...I will call upon you to do a service for me."
>He explained as he exhaled smoke from his nose.
>Nervously she replied
"And when that day comes... you must not refuse that favor."
>He continued this time blowing smoke into her face.
"Do I make myself clear?"
>Coughing she replies
>She said with a sheepish smile.
"Good. You may go now young one."
>"Thank you... Oh thank you Don Anon!"
>She repeated over and over again as she groveled kissing his hand, and then shortly after leaving.
"These fucking ponies...they'll never understand Omerta."
>Anon says as he takes his cellphone from his pocket.
And that's all I have...I think this is fine, where do I go from here. Do I just warp ahead from the fluttershy problem being solved or describe the crooked nature of Anon.....I DON'T KNOW.
>"You're gonna die, Fluttershy! Just like Sean Penn Dejo!"
>"Don't worry Flutters, we'll take care of them. Every last one of them."
>As the story progresses you find out that the Cartel helped FShy and RD out a while back
>You should of known they wouldn't be pissed at just not being allowed to store stuff there, but you're a fool for a sad sniffly pone