Luna stepped next to Geralt as Yennefer left to her chambers.

"Well, Geralt," she spoke "Will you meet with your special somepony?" Geralt cringed at the mention of 'pony'.

"Don't say that again. And... as much as I'd like to, I'll do it later."

"Oh! So what will you do?"

"I'm going to take some jobs." He walked away.

"You do realize that everypony is asleep, right?"

"What did I say about that? And, no, not everyone's asleep; you're awake, your guards are awake, and the Taverns are still open for service. I know someone will need my service."

"And why do you need to take these jobs?"

"The same reason everyone does: for money. For me, I need money to get new armor, swords, and other equipment for this journey. That, and as you said, I need a reputation in this world you rule under." He walked out of the throne room, heading to the hallways and outside of the castle to begin his mission: Build a reputation.

Outside of the castle, Geralt passed the royal decor, seeing the impressive statues around as well as the guards standing attention. He walked down the steps to the outside gates, very glad to see the two idiots from earlier were gone and replaced by Thestrals.

"Hey! You!" Undoubtedly one of the guards shouted. Geralt stopped in his tracks and turned to see, yet another, thestral guard. "Are you Geralt? The special guest Luna brought in after that fight outside the "Prancing pony"?"

"What do you want?" Geralt asked.

"You're... different from what I expected."

"Disappointed?"

"Not at all. But what you did, though it was brutal AND intolerable around these parts, I have to thank you for what you did."

"...You're that mare's husband."

"I am. That group of mercenaries has been affecting my wife's tavern business too much. I wanted to show them a piece of my mind, but Bonecruncher... he-"

"Broke a wing?" He looked surprised

"How did you-?" Geralt walked to the thestral and pointed at his wing.

"Your right wings is slightly crooked from your left wing. If you landed in front of my flying, then I may just believe you were too busy or cowardly to fight that minotaur, but if you did fly, you'd land roughly." He stared at Geralt.

"That's... very observant of you. And I'll fly soon, in a week."

"Glad to hear. Now, if you excuse me, I need to find a job."

"You need a job?"

"I just said that."

"Sorry. Well, since you helped me, I guess I can give you a job, but it may be difficult."

"Nothing's too difficult for me. What is it? A monster attack? Bandits? Finding a lost someone?"

"Almost. See, about a week ago, my wife ordered some of Sweet Apple Acre's best cider barrels and sweets, but the delivery hasn't came yet. Big Macintosh, the deliverer, has a perfect track record of delivering goods, but he's not here! I hope he's alright."

"Could be some bandits. Any idea where he may be at?"

"He follows the path here that followed by the train tracks."

"Train tracks?"

"You've... never seen a train before? You really are lost around here, aren't you? Need me to join you?"

"I'm fine. Just find Big Mac and a wagon with barrels and sweets. Any description on what he looks like?"

"Well, he's a red earth pony stallion with a short orange mane & tail. Look for the apple cutie mark on his flank and the yoke he wears."

"Uh, Cutie mark?"

"What the-!? How do you not know what a cutie mark is!? You have it on your flank as well!" Geralt turned to see the same wolf signs on his flanks.

This is called a 'Cutie Mark'? I've got to find Ciri and get out of here as fast as I can!

"As his name suggests, Big Mac's much bigger than you. And don't worry, he shouldn't give you much trouble."

"And I shouldn't if he listens to me." Geralt left the place and headed out.

As he traveled along the streets of Canterlot, Geralt couldn't help but stare at the lights each building had, inside & out, and see that there wasn't fire at all. Each light was bright, but it was concentrated, not flickering like fire would, and no fire places were around.

Either these ponies are magically powerful than the kingdoms combined, Geralt thought Or they're technologically superior to us. ...Maybe both? He exited Canterlot and traveled the dirt road, following the various trails left behind by multiple wagons, all leading to a small station where some other ponies & creatures stood, waiting. None of them posed a threat at all, and some were sleeping. Geralt concentrated onto his Witcher senses, seeing a tuft of orange fur. He picked it up and smelt it. Dirt, a hint of apples, yet, strangely clean. No doubt he must a hard worker, but a clean one as well? Strange, but acceptable. He followed the scent and one wagon trail entering the forest. Either Big Mac needed a rest, or he was curious on something. He followed the scent and wagon trail, which was added by hoofprints, each much bigger Geralt's own hoofprints. He then noticed smoke arising from the trees. Hold on... did he-? He traveled through and saw his campfire that he left behind. He did! Damn it, Roach! he looked at how Big Mac's hooves, though left some dirt behind each step, now turned into a scramble. Great! Just what I needed; Roach's new sexuality and awareness must've gave the stallion a chase. He followed the frantic hoofprints left behind, but stopped as he was a steep hill. Looking down, Geralt saw a turned over cart with only the barrels around intact; everything else along with the cart was smashed. He mustn't have been looking forward. Fell down and rolled down this hill. He slid down the hill and went to the smashed cart. Barrels seem fine. Everything else, not so much. Wagon will need at least a week until it's fixed. He then noticed a small pile of blood with red fur. He cut himself upon landing, but still ran from Roach. He then looked nearby, seeing huge drags on the floor, but hooves next to him. Never mind, he dragged himself. And Roach followed.

"I WANT YOUR BABIES!!!" Roach's voice yelled

"NOO!!!" Another, more masculine voice yelled. Geralt ran to the voices, but stopped as he saw the red stallion on his black, bleeding heavily, as Roach was on top, ready to perform sex. The Witcher wanted to gag at the sight, but he quickly whistled. Roach stopped what she was trying to do, turning to Geralt.

"Master!?" She ran to him "Master! You called! I knew you would call! I knew-"

"Shut up!" Geralt interrupted, growling with intense fury "What the hell were you doing to that stallion?"

"...him? Oh, master, I'm so sorry, but, look at him! Look at his size, muscles, and looks! That's a stallion!!!" Geralt watched as Big Mac breathed hard, both from fear and in pain.

"He looks like he's dying."

"OR he looks like he can provide me with the most healthiest of fillies and colts!"

"...You are a fucking idiot." He walked to Big Mac saw his wound. "Hm... your flank has a deep cut, chest, also a deep cut, dislocated elbow in the left front leg... hold still." Geralt popped the elbow back in, making Big Mac wince in pain. The stallion winced in pain, rolling a bit, but Geralt was surprised that he didn't scream like most men would do. "Relax, this will help." He pulled out a potion and rubbed it into Big Mac's open wounds. Big Mac winced again, feeling a sting on the wounds, but happy when it ended. He got up, but held his left leg off the floor, undoubtedly still feeling pain. Geralt looked up to the standing stallion, all the description matching what the Thestral spoke. "You really are big."

"Eeyup." Big Mac replied

"Delivering some cider and sweets to "The Prancing Pony"?"

"Eeyup."

"saw the camfire?"

"Eeyup."

"Meet Roach?"

"Eeyup."

"Liked her?"

"Eenope."

"Crashed hard?"

"Eeyup."

"Felt like you were going to die?"

"Nope."

"...Not much of a talker, are you?"

"Nope."

"... I kinda like you now."

"Does he like me!?" Roach asked.

"No!" Both Geralt and Big Mac replied in unison.

Geralt held onto Roach by her leash, and all three headed to the destroyed cart.

"Need Help carrying your stuff?" Geralt asked "She needs to be punished."

"Nope." Big Mac replied. Geralt turned to him, confused.

"You got this, even with a broke leg?"

"Nope."

"Then... what?" Big mac pointed at Geralt's horn. "This thing? You think this is going to help us?"

"Eeyup."

"I have no idea what to do with this thing. What should I do with it?" Big Mac shrugged.

Attempt to fix the wagon.

Attempt to lift the barrels

Attempt to teleport them all to Canterlot

Just carry the barrels.

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