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Ah, my little pony, there you are! Come closer and let Uncle Discord tell you a tale about our beloved Equestria.
Welcome to the future! Cancer is no more, the world is at peace, you can have any item from your wildest dreams (digitally, of course, with a small fee), and if the rumors are to be believed, the air was supplemented with nanobots last week! Oh, what a wonderfully harmonious era to live in. You'll be pleased to hear that in our no-expenses-spared brave new world of technological discovery, your mind and body are completely forfeit to the mom-and-pop corpos making the magic happen. The cost of progress, one might claim, but oh, how sweetly we all reap!
Times are a-changin’, and us immortal folk haven't much time to stay behind. Celestia and Luna? Still at the helm, of course, though this ship called Equestria is blown about by the winds of progress. And didn't you hear? I'm good now! Leave it to a spirit of chaos like me to follow all the rules and regulations in this ever-changing society. See that building behind us, the metal one tinged by the amber sky? Yes, that one is mine! Discorp. Only a visionary such as myself could rotate a letter one hundred and eighty degrees like that. And look, there's Tony. Hey, Tony! Come over here a second.
That look on your face.
You don't seem like you've been convinced for even a second. Figures.
And yet… you’re still here. Still peering intently at me, like a hawk.
Very well. Would you like the truth? Let me tell you about Tony.
No, of course Tony isn’t her real name. Tony is a pony called Cutting Edge. Now, I don’t know much about what she was like growing up, but when I met her, she was already a full-fledged butcher. Yes, you heard me right! We cater to a global economy these days, didn’t you hear? And griffons, despite the stereotype, are a most profitable species.
Ah, how did she end up working for me, you ask? Well, I don’t normally like to admit defeat, but I learned the hard way. It was a Friday night, stallion’s night out, you know how it is. I was playing every part the socially responsible executive fraternizing with the goons, ah, collectors, shall we say. She was our last stop for the night, and pardon the language, you might want to lean in for this—she beat their sorry flanks all the way to Canterlot. It was quite amusing.
You have to be a special kind of tough to survive those streets. Now I’m no griffon, but I do know the respect you earn pays back tenfold. So that, her name, and the fact she could cut up a cow without blinking an eye? It is soo obvious she received the wrong calling in life!
So what did I do? What any self-respecting businesspony would do in this age, really: I made her an asset. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse and since then she’s been my little Tony Soprano (a reference, by the way, the ponies seem adamant to not understand, the uncultured nincompoops. I find it hilarious.)
Oh, here she is. Say hi, Tony.
[Tony greets you with a neutral expression. When she speaks, her voice is clear and devoid of any accent, despite her heavy Manehattanite upbringing. When she finishes, she assumes a neutral position, almost staring past you. Not bored, not annoyed, just… present. You catch a glimpse of yellow on her flank—an oddly fitting emoticon with a horizontal line for a mouth.]
I hope that does satisfy your curiosity, my dear friend. No? Oh, woe is me! And here I was, ready to give up on showing you the-
[When Discord snaps, the air around Tony’s cutie mark shimmers, and the icon seems to dissolve into another one—a beaming smile that radiates effulgence. She seems to stumble, as if drunk, before snapping to her senses with an unexpected grin.]
little features I’ve programmed into her. Alas, I suppose you’ve left me no choice but to demonstrate
[This time, the happy face emoji melts into a red angry one, and after she blinks, the glare she gives you is filled with utter rage.]
-everything. That cutie mark, you didn’t think it was real, did you? The truth is, I control everything about Tony. Everything. Her looks, how she feels, what she eats for breakfast. Where she places her left forehoof and right hind leg.
[Tony suddenly jerks into a clumsy pirouette, her limbs splayed at awkward angles.]
If you ever find yourself charmed by her demeanor, captivated by her charm, your compliments are duly noted by the chef. It’s still essentially her under there, so it’s not completely made up, but… it really is. Completely. Made. Up. Every little walk and talk and nook and cranny. She is mine. My mare. My masterpiece. Look upon my work, ye mighty, and despair!
[Tony takes a sweeping bow, then exeunts stage right.]
…
My apologies. I got carried away a little there. In my defense, I only have the one mare. Far below the average number of Playthings Per CEO in this pathetic pretext of a country.
What is her job, you ask? On her resume, the line reads Corporate Espionage. In practice, she is what you call a mob boss.
I don’t like getting my talons dirty, you see, the little goody-two-shoes I am. These rules and regulations need all the virtue signaling they can get and I’d hate to hurt my brand image, and bottom line. Luckily for me, Tony loves doing the dirty work! She’s a good good cop, sweet as pie when getting your name scrawled on the dotted line. She’s a good bad cop, thrashing you to the moon and back as easily as she does her mane. I especially love when she brings their minds under, though. Makes her feel as good controlling them as she does being controlled by me.
And, if you hear my employees whisper of "The Boss". That’s not me. That’s her. And wouldn’t you call her that too, knowing Discord’s her daddy?
One final little morsel before I dutifully clock in for the day. Her real cutie mark?
It’s a gabagool.
I'll let you puzzle that one out! Hahahaha!
Ta-ta!
===
This was drawn by SuperDerpyBot, thanks so much <3
tl;dr: Cutting Edge, AKA "Tony", is a former butcher turned corporate spy/mob boss, enthralled under the control of an increasingly disillusioned Discord in a futuristic Equestria turned corporate dystopia. Though she's retained elements of her original tough and serious personality, Discord has the freedom to change her appearance and behavior into anything of his choosing, including manipulating her cutie mark away from its original form, capicola/gabagool (which was almost entirely the reason why Discord found it funny enough to turn her into his "little Tony Soprano".
My friend Lebatoman helped me conceive her silly but serious backstory and also helped design her appearance, go check out his cool art! You can see her first ever image here, done in Avatar Maker: Fantasy Pony: https://ibb.co/7YVf8NY
Welcome to the future! Cancer is no more, the world is at peace, you can have any item from your wildest dreams (digitally, of course, with a small fee), and if the rumors are to be believed, the air was supplemented with nanobots last week! Oh, what a wonderfully harmonious era to live in. You'll be pleased to hear that in our no-expenses-spared brave new world of technological discovery, your mind and body are completely forfeit to the mom-and-pop corpos making the magic happen. The cost of progress, one might claim, but oh, how sweetly we all reap!
Times are a-changin’, and us immortal folk haven't much time to stay behind. Celestia and Luna? Still at the helm, of course, though this ship called Equestria is blown about by the winds of progress. And didn't you hear? I'm good now! Leave it to a spirit of chaos like me to follow all the rules and regulations in this ever-changing society. See that building behind us, the metal one tinged by the amber sky? Yes, that one is mine! Discorp. Only a visionary such as myself could rotate a letter one hundred and eighty degrees like that. And look, there's Tony. Hey, Tony! Come over here a second.
That look on your face.
You don't seem like you've been convinced for even a second. Figures.
And yet… you’re still here. Still peering intently at me, like a hawk.
Very well. Would you like the truth? Let me tell you about Tony.
No, of course Tony isn’t her real name. Tony is a pony called Cutting Edge. Now, I don’t know much about what she was like growing up, but when I met her, she was already a full-fledged butcher. Yes, you heard me right! We cater to a global economy these days, didn’t you hear? And griffons, despite the stereotype, are a most profitable species.
Ah, how did she end up working for me, you ask? Well, I don’t normally like to admit defeat, but I learned the hard way. It was a Friday night, stallion’s night out, you know how it is. I was playing every part the socially responsible executive fraternizing with the goons, ah, collectors, shall we say. She was our last stop for the night, and pardon the language, you might want to lean in for this—she beat their sorry flanks all the way to Canterlot. It was quite amusing.
You have to be a special kind of tough to survive those streets. Now I’m no griffon, but I do know the respect you earn pays back tenfold. So that, her name, and the fact she could cut up a cow without blinking an eye? It is soo obvious she received the wrong calling in life!
So what did I do? What any self-respecting businesspony would do in this age, really: I made her an asset. I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse and since then she’s been my little Tony Soprano (a reference, by the way, the ponies seem adamant to not understand, the uncultured nincompoops. I find it hilarious.)
Oh, here she is. Say hi, Tony.
[Tony greets you with a neutral expression. When she speaks, her voice is clear and devoid of any accent, despite her heavy Manehattanite upbringing. When she finishes, she assumes a neutral position, almost staring past you. Not bored, not annoyed, just… present. You catch a glimpse of yellow on her flank—an oddly fitting emoticon with a horizontal line for a mouth.]
I hope that does satisfy your curiosity, my dear friend. No? Oh, woe is me! And here I was, ready to give up on showing you the-
[When Discord snaps, the air around Tony’s cutie mark shimmers, and the icon seems to dissolve into another one—a beaming smile that radiates effulgence. She seems to stumble, as if drunk, before snapping to her senses with an unexpected grin.]
[This time, the happy face emoji melts into a red angry one, and after she blinks, the glare she gives you is filled with utter rage.]
-everything. That cutie mark, you didn’t think it was real, did you? The truth is, I control everything about Tony. Everything. Her looks, how she feels, what she eats for breakfast. Where she places her left forehoof and right hind leg.
[Tony suddenly jerks into a clumsy pirouette, her limbs splayed at awkward angles.]
If you ever find yourself charmed by her demeanor, captivated by her charm, your compliments are duly noted by the chef. It’s still essentially her under there, so it’s not completely made up, but… it really is. Completely. Made. Up. Every little walk and talk and nook and cranny. She is mine. My mare. My masterpiece. Look upon my work, ye mighty, and despair!
[Tony takes a sweeping bow, then exeunts stage right.]
…
My apologies. I got carried away a little there. In my defense, I only have the one mare. Far below the average number of Playthings Per CEO in this pathetic pretext of a country.
What is her job, you ask? On her resume, the line reads Corporate Espionage. In practice, she is what you call a mob boss.
I don’t like getting my talons dirty, you see, the little goody-two-shoes I am. These rules and regulations need all the virtue signaling they can get and I’d hate to hurt my brand image, and bottom line. Luckily for me, Tony loves doing the dirty work! She’s a good good cop, sweet as pie when getting your name scrawled on the dotted line. She’s a good bad cop, thrashing you to the moon and back as easily as she does her mane. I especially love when she brings their minds under, though. Makes her feel as good controlling them as she does being controlled by me.
And, if you hear my employees whisper of "The Boss". That’s not me. That’s her. And wouldn’t you call her that too, knowing Discord’s her daddy?
One final little morsel before I dutifully clock in for the day. Her real cutie mark?
It’s a gabagool.
I'll let you puzzle that one out! Hahahaha!
Ta-ta!
===
This was drawn by SuperDerpyBot, thanks so much <3
tl;dr: Cutting Edge, AKA "Tony", is a former butcher turned corporate spy/mob boss, enthralled under the control of an increasingly disillusioned Discord in a futuristic Equestria turned corporate dystopia. Though she's retained elements of her original tough and serious personality, Discord has the freedom to change her appearance and behavior into anything of his choosing, including manipulating her cutie mark away from its original form, capicola/gabagool (which was almost entirely the reason why Discord found it funny enough to turn her into his "little Tony Soprano".
My friend Lebatoman helped me conceive her silly but serious backstory and also helped design her appearance, go check out his cool art! You can see her first ever image here, done in Avatar Maker: Fantasy Pony: https://ibb.co/7YVf8NY
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