"Good evening ladies," I said as I walked into the library, out of the rain.

"Howdy Red Glare," Applejack said as the eyes of the six mares already partying fell upon me.

"Hey hey AJ," I said trying to funny, "still scared from my last story?"

"Ah wasn't scared, I was just alil jumpy s'all."

"Not scared you say, well gather round girls, Its time for another story," I said taking a seat in front of the fire place, "This one is called The Cask of Amontillado." I said. Then I cleared my throat and began after the mane six had gathered around. "I took the-"

"WAIT!" Pinkie Pie screamed, "I? As in first person I? Is this about you?!?"

"No Pinkie, the story is told by a pony named Montresor." I said. Then I started once more. "I took the-"

"Hang on a second. Is any of this going to be true?" Rainbow Dash interrupted.

Annoyed, I replied, "Yes! A lot of it most likely. Can I tell it now please?"

On cue, all six of the mares before me made a zipping motion over their mouths. "Good as I was saying...for the third time..."

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I took the many wrong doings of Fortunato as best as I could, but when he turned to insults, I swore revenge. If you knew me well, you could guess that I never let on any sign of the fact I was plotting against him. I knew in my mind that eventually, I would get revenge. The only problem was how severe the revenge would be. I wasn't going to just take my revenge, but take revenge in the worst way possible. I was taught from a young age that the only way to right a wrong was to punish the wrong-doer. And the fact that the target of retaliation had no idea of what was coming made the revenge all the sweeter.

You need to get the fact that Fortunato had no reason to suspect anything. I continued, as was my plan, to smile at my "friend" every time I saw him. Fortunato had no idea that my smile, though, was because of my thinking of his destruction.

Fortunato had a soft spot for fine wine it turned out, but in all other areas of expertise he said he had, he was a fake. Fortunato took every possible chance he could get to show off his knowledge. Few ponies loved...well...anything as much as Fortunato loved wine. In that respect we were the same-I was also knowledgeable in that particular area.

Celestia's sun was setting one day during the hectic carnival season when I bumped into my friend Fortunato. He greeted me very warmly because he was so drunk. He was dressed up like a joker who would work as entertainment in Celestia's royal court. On his head he war a jester's hat, bells and all. I was so happy that everything was perfectly set for my scheme, that I almost forgot to stop shaking Fortunato's hoof. I said "Hello there Fortunato! So good to see you!"

"Ahhhh Montresor, how nice to see you too," Fortunato mumbled due to his current stage of drunkenness.

"I'm happy that I ran into you Fortunato. I bought a barrel of Amontillado. You know, the wine? Anyway, I bought a barrel of Amontillado. Well, it appears to be Amontillado."

"Amontillado?" Fortunato said, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his favorite wine, "How? And an entire barrel? Impossible! And during the carnival season!"

"I do have my doubts friend. But, like you said, Amontillado during carnival is such a rare find I jumped all over the deal."

"Amontillado!"

"I think it is anyway."

"Amontillado!"

"I'd like to be 100% sure."

"Amontillado!"

"Yes, yes Fortunato, Amontillado. I was hoping that I could get you to verify if the wine really is Amontillado or not, but I see that you're busy. I'll just go ask Luchesi. He 'll know for sure."

"Luchesi wouldn't know. He can't tell Amontillado from Sherry," Fortunato said with a laugh. I joined in as well to get that little bit more on Fortunato's good side.

"I see friend," I said recovering from my fake laughter, "but understand Fortunato, that some ponies say Luchesi was as knowledgeable than you as far as wine goes."

"No way that's true. I'm the stallion who'll help you out Montresor. Let's get moving."

"Where?" I asked?

"To your family catacombs of course. I know that's were you keep you wine. I know because one night at one of your fabulous parties Montresor, I slipped down there to pocket a bottle or two myself!" At that point Fortunato was sent into a fit of wild laughter. This time it was impossible for me to fake laugh. I was doing all I could from killing this son-of-a-bitch on the spot he stood.

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At this point I noticed Twilight raising her hoof and said, "Yes Twilight? You have a question?"

She asked, "What exactly is a catacomb again?"

"Its an underground cave system used by wealthy families along time ago to hold their dead ancestors," I replied.

"Ok, then why the buck would someone keep wine in a place like that?!?" Twilight then asked again, eager to learn.

"Because it was cool (temperature wise) down their. It was a way to keep wine cool because back then there was no such thing as refrigerators," I answered, "Can I continue now?"

Twi shook her head and I continued

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I struggled to fake sympathy and said, "I could't ask you to do that Fortunato. You seem busy and Luchesi-"

"Nonsense! I'm not busy. Lets go."

"Well then what about your cold Fortunato? I heard it was very bad and getting worse. The catacombs are damp and covered in mold."

"Forget about the cold. It isn't anything to bad. Besides, I want some of that Amontillado. Now for the third time lets go already. I'm not getting any younger now am I!"

With that Fortunato took my foreleg and started on his way to my house, pulling me behind him. I went along with the ride as to not appear too eager. Everything was going according to plan...

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Rarity yawned. At that I looked at the clock and saw it was late. "That seems like a good place to stop for tonight," I announced to the six mares gathered around me, hanging on every word. My statement was met by various awwwwwwwwwwwwww's and whining from the girls. "Come on now ladies, a good cliffhanger never killed anyone. Besides I'm a sleepy pony. Let's hit the sack and we'll finish tomorrow. Deal?" All six mares nodded in agreement and the seven of us took our places in our sleeping bags and went to sleep for the night.

(Achievement Unlocked: Hang Time

Preform your First Cliffhanger)

[But in all seriousness I'm beat. If you liked the first part of this story then keep a lookout for part 2, coming soon. Goodnight Everypony!]