Chapter 2

After about twenty-five minutes or so, Rarity’s car pulled into an obscure dirt driveway on the right side of the road. The driveway was narrow, but long, and the cottage didn’t come into view until after a wide, left-hand bend, which was lined with trees on both sides. There were three other vehicles there; a car, a small SUV and an old, beat up Ford pickup.

I pulled up and parked to the side to avoid blocking any of them in since there was lots of clear space around the house to park.

It was actually a nice, quiet and fairly isolated spot to live.

I watched Rarity and Rainbow Dash get out of the car, talking loudly back and forth with each other. Rarity was speaking in that high, mildly irritated tone again and Dash was having yet another hearty laugh at her expense, making me think this was simply a dynamic of their relationship. Apparently, Rarity was a bit of a drama queen, and Dash knew this, so her modus operandi was get under the fashionista's skin any chance she could, which I guess must have meant that Dash was a bit of a dick.

I liked it.

“What a pair those two are,” I thought, grinning at the Rainbow-haired girl's antics.

Dash ran into the house and began talking immediately, followed by the sound of multiple voices ringing out in reply. I noticed Rarity waiting for me by her car, so I walked over to join her, and then she turned and walked with me to the door.

The house -- or cabin, to be more accurate -- was quite rustic. The front door was made of heavy wood, as were all the trim and accents on the outside of the house.

Rarity turned to me with a smile, noticing that I must have looked a bit nervous as she opened the door, saying: “Not to worry, you’re going to love my friends, darling.”

As the door swung open I could see a very large, heavy wooden table on the right side of the room, just inside the door. It looked to be a permanent fixture, due to it’s immense size and probable weight; appearing to be made from a large tree trunk sawed in half down the middle, made evident by the rounded bottom that still had bark on it, which was coated in a clear, shiny layer of varnish, with the top finished to a very smooth, glossy surface. Naturally, the lines from the tree rings running the length of the tabletop drew my attention, how they seemed to be deliberately punctuated by random, yet impeccably-placed knot holes and varnish-filled cracks. I couldn't help but wonder where that particular tree had grown, and how long it stood there before it became the massive, yet beautiful piece of furniture that had now taken its permanent residence in this lovely little house.

To the right of the table was a narrow space to walk, beyond which sat a counter that stretched the length of the right hand wall with a sink, stove, and a fridge in the corner, directly to my right. Straight ahead, past the table, was a large, brown sectional sofa that faced the opposite direction. There was a big flat screen TV mounted on the wall, which was turned on, but ignored; displaying the menu for a Nintendo Wii, quietly chiming away in a feeble attempt to draw the attention of the group of young women in the room. Lining the left wall was a series of shelves, shoe-racks and empty animal cages. On the right, past the end of the counter was the entrance to a hall, which I presumed led to the bedrooms and bathroom.

The smell was nice. It was very rustic, with a hint of smoke, like there had been a woodstove in there at one time, although I couldn’t see one in there now. The comforting aroma seemed to combine perfectly with the lovely smell of cooking in the air; whatever they had prepared for their little dinner must have been quite delicious.

There were two women seated at the far end of the table.

One of them had light pink skin and a big poof of wild, curly pink hair. She seemed to have ants-in-her-pants, perpetually bouncing on her chair as she conversed with Rainbow Dash, her words rapid and high pitched; a bit like Dash’s voice, although Dash had more of a raspy, crackle in her tone, with a much more relaxed pacing. The pink girl was wearing a small, white top with a heart on the front under a small blue jacket, below which she had a pink skirt on.

Her figure was chubbier then the others, with fuller curves and very large breasts. I found it nearly impossible to peel my eyes from them as they bounced up and down continuously, jiggling along with her non-stop hyperactivity. She had curvy hips, and proudly showed-off her love-handles, which shamelessly protruded from the bottom of her shirt.

The other girl was wearing a dusty, brown Stetson hat, which had a thick, blonde pigtail hanging out the back. She was wearing a white button-up shirt with green shoulders, accompanied by a worn-out looking jean skirt that covered her thighs to just above her knees. Just as I looked at her, she turned to look at me with her tanned, freckled face; her green eyes meeting mine as she stood and walked towards me to introduce herself.

Rainbow Dash was standing at the end of the table, talking to the pink girl as the farm girl approached me.

“Hey there, partner,” she greeted, holding her hand out for a shake, “I hear my friends were in a bit of a pickle with the car.”

I shook her hand, noticing very quickly that she was surprisingly strong, not to mention tall, putting her eyes level with mine as she matched my six foot height, and she had some real muscle on her. While Dash’s build was quite muscular, she much more spritely and athletic looking; this girl was built like a brick shithouse.

“Oh…yeah, I saw them stopped on the shoulder, so I pulled over to see what was up,” I said, putting my hands in my pockets, suddenly realising I was still wearing my dirty work clothes.

“Rainbow says you spent yer afternoon goin to get some parts and then puttin them on fer Rarity. I thank ya kindly for that, sugarcube. We were friggin starvin here, waiting fer them,” she said with a friendly chuckle.

“Oh?” I replied, “I thought Rarity said it was an early dinner. Didn’t you guys eat?”

“Nah, we kept the grub hot and decided to wait for Rarity and Rainbow to get here. There’s lots extra though, so yer welcome to dig in!”

I nodded. “Oh, Yeah. OK. I appreciate that.” I smiled at her.

A dainty white hand came to rest my shoulder, followed by the sound of Rarity’s voice next to me. “No, I appreciate it, Golds. Now, you have a seat and I’ll bring you your dinner. It’s my turn to do you a favour now.”

I had forgotten that Rarity was standing next to me and that I still had my work boots on, so I took a quick moment to remove them and set them down beside a pair of tall, green boots on the floor mat by the door, then I took a seat at the nearest spot available. Surrounding the table were tall chairs to sit at, which complimented well with how high it stood.

“Fuck, these chicks are even more different than I expected," I thought to myself, looking around the room. "There’s a posh girl, a redneck, a tomboy and one with ADHD…wait, isn’t there also supposed to be a quiet one?”

The Stetson hat plopped down on the table next to me, and the big blonde girl sat down on the chair to my immediate left while Rarity went to fix my plate.

“Name’s Applejack,” she said leaning on the table with her elbows. “You’ve met Rarity and Rainbow Dash already, and that pink shit-storm down there is Pinkie Pie.”

I smirked, noticing how thick Applejack’s drawl really was. "A pleasure," I replied. "I'm Golden Arrow."

Applejacks eyebrows rose when she heard the name, and she let out a short chuckle. "Heh! Like the tractor?"

I cocked my head, brows furrowed. "Uh, I don't know. Maybe?"

"Nevermind," the farm girl chuckled.

Dash sat down on the far side of Applejack as I looked down the table at Pinkie, who was now looking at me, smiling ear-to-ear and waving so fast her hand was blurred into obscurity. “Hey there, stranger! Thanks for coming!” she rattled, in a tone about three octaves higher than Applejack’s.

As I silently nodded back to Pinkie, Rarity set a large bowl of orange soup down in front of me. It smelled of foreign spices and actually looked quite pleasant.

“Smells good. What is it?” I asked.

“Sweet potato curry soup with coconut milk. Fluttershy makes it. It is truly divine. I promise you will love it,” Rarity answered.

Rainbow Dash perked up. “Where the fuck is she, anyway?”

“Back there somewhere.” Applejack leaned back in her chair and lazily pointed towards the hallway at the end of the counter, patting down her matted hair with the other hand.

Pinkie got up and stood at the hall entrance. “Oh Fluttershy! Everyone’s here! Time for yummy nummies!” she sang in a very squealy voice while wagging her hips from side to side.

“Jesus, that girl needs some downers,” I thought.

Pinkie sat down again as Rarity continued to hand out bowls of the aromatic soup.

I raised a spoonful to my lips and sipped it. It was smooth; surprisingly sweet and buttery, with just the right spice. I hadn't tasted anything this delicious in what seemed like ages.

Just then, I heard the sound of quiet footsteps coming down the hall, so I looked up to see what the next friend was going to be like.

When she emerged, my heart stopped instantly, leaving me frozen in place like a statue; dumfounded by the innocent beauty that stood before me.

She came out wearing a green skirt adorned with pink butterflies and a small, white tank top. Her skin was a custard colour and she had long, soft pink hair with loose, natural looking curls at the ends. Her eyes were a deep teal colour and she had pink eye shadow on with lashes that jutted out to the sides, giving her a very innocent and almost worried look. She was slender, but tall, probably within two inches of Applejack’s height, and her tank top was holding in a surprising bust; not quite as big as Pinkie’s, but it was disproportionately large for how thin she was.

Her soft, pink hair seemed to flow weightlessly behind her as she darted gracefully from the hall, seeming as though she was moving in slow motion as I took in her every detail; that is, until she got to the end of the table and spotted me at the far end.

The two of us locked eyes, and she froze suddenly.

Her pupils had shrunk down to pinpoints, with a look of nervous terror contorting her pretty features as though I had pointed a gun at her.

After a few seconds -- which seemed like hours -- she lowered her head, letting her hair drape down to cover her right eye. She then clasped her hands together in front of her and turned back towards the hall, where she stepped out as quickly as she came in.

“For fuck sakes,” Applejack cursed, shaking her head. “I take it Fluttershy didn’t know we had a guest.”

“Guess not,” Dash said, leaning back in her chair to face me behind Applejack, who was now leaned forward, eating. “What the hell, Golds; you scared her off!”

I suddenly realised I was still in the same position as when the shy girl entered, so I looked down and dipped my spoon into the soup again for another bite. “No I didn’t,” I replied, trying to avoid blame. “I just, um…” And I trailed off from there.

Dash waited for about ten seconds for me to finish my sentence -- which I didn’t -- then she finally chuckled and went back to her soup.

“Not to worry, darlings. I’ll go get her,” Rarity said, setting a bowl of soup on the table in front of Pinkie.

She then rounded the end of the counter, her voice getting quieter as she made her way down the hall towards whatever rooms where at the far end. “Fluttershy? Where have you gone, darling?” she asked, her words eventually trailing off into murmurs.

“You’d think she would have grown out of that shyness by now, at least a little,” Applejack said between bites. Her soup was almost gone already.

“I know, right?” Dash replied, in her obnoxiously loud voice. “Like what the hell, man! Time to grow a pair, Flutters.”

Pinkie perked up, saying: “Yeah! Look how much I’ve toned down since high school! Time to grow up, girl!”

“Jesus, Pinkie…“ I thought. “You’re toned down? What were you like in high school?”

“Personally, I think she’s actually gotten worse since she moved out here in the middle of the damn woods,” Dash continued, talking about the shy girl.

I could hear Rarity’s voice returning from the hall, sounding laboured now. I looked up and saw Fluttershy emerge first, leaning back against Rarity, who was pushing her out from the hallway. They passed the end of the counter, where Rarity turned her to the left, leading her between the table and counter. Rarity, although roughly three inches shorter than Fluttershy, seemed to be quite a bit stronger than the shy girl and was able to shove her along with relative ease, before sitting her down at the end of the table, right across from me, of all places.

“Now, as I said, darling; he’s a very nice young gentleman who fixed my car this afternoon on the side of the road,” Rarity explained to the shy girl, who looked like she had just been put into the electric chair.

Fluttershy had her head down again, hiding her entire face behind her hair, prompting me to look down at my bowl to avoid embarrassing her anymore.

Rarity set a bowl of soup in front of her. “Do move your hair, please, darling. You wouldn’t want to get it in the soup.”

The shy girl used her fingertips to tuck a lock of hair behind her left ear, uncovering a small portion of her face.

I looked up to look at her again, but she still had her head too low for me to see her pretty features, much to my disappointment.

I decided to try to talk to her. Maybe that would ease the tension? “Good soup,” I complimented, with a small nod.

She remained silent, but I did see her eyes dart up at me for a split second. That was pretty much the only response I got, however.

Applejack gave my arm a light elbow, prompting me to look at her as she chuckled silently. After rolling her eyes and shaking her head, I took the hint that it probably wasn’t any use trying to talk to the shy girl.

“Well, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that’s the quiet one that Rarity mentioned.”

I decided to eat faster so I could get up from the table and give the shy girl some space. I felt kind of bad since she looked relaxed and light on her feet when she first entered the room, but seeing me had reduced her to what can only be described as 'completely fucking petrified'. She wasn’t just quiet, she was painfully shy.

Rarity sat beside her with her own bowl and started daintily eating the soup. “My goodness, Fluttershy, you’ve done it again. This is heavenly.”

Fluttershy just nodded gently, then finally picked up her spoon to eat.

Applejack was finished her soup and had gotten up to take her bowl to the sink. “Man, that stuff is good, but it sure is fillin. We're gonna have ta wait a bit fer dessert, I think.”

“No way, Applejack! That's bullshit!” Pinkie roared, pounding the table with her fist, causing Fluttershy to nearly hit the ceiling.

"God dammit, Pinkie!" AJ scowled, gesturing towards the shy girl as she shook her head. "Yer gonna give poor Fluttershy a friggin stroke already!"

As Pinkie giggled to herself, Dash changed the subject. “Did you guys hear the Friendship Games was this past week?”

“No shit, really?” Applejack replied, heading over to the couch, glancing back as she spoke. “How’d it go?”

“Pretty much what you’d expect; CHS got it's hymen busted by Crystal Prep again,” Dash said with a casual flatness. “Just like the last games. The time before that, when we played is still the closest CHS ever got to winning.”

“Yep,” AJ agreed. She had sat on the couch, found the Wii-mote controller and was now zooming around the menu on the TV.

I didn’t know what they were talking about. It sounded like some sort of sporting event, but I didn’t feel like asking about it, so I finished my soup and got up to put my bowl in the sink the way AJ did, but Rarity waved me down.

“Just leave it there, darling. I’ll look after it for you.”

“You sure? It’s no big deal,” I said. In truth, I actually kind of wanted the excuse to walk past the shy girl to see what she smelled like -- creepy, I know -- but in the end, I yielded to Rarity’s hospitality and left my bowl on the table.

Applejack called me over to the couch. “You wanna take a crack at this game we started a few weeks back?”

“What game?” I asked as I walked around the end of the couch to sit next to her.

I felt at ease around AJ. Her presence was one of calmness, and her demeanor was very inviting.

“Megaman 9,” she said. “I remember playing the old games on my brother’s Nintendo years back, then we found this one just recently on the new Wii store. It’s a lot newer, but it’s exactly like the old ones, only it’s got new bad guys n' shit.”

“Yeah,” Dash said from the table. “And this one is way harder! We haven’t gotten anywhere with it yet.”

“Well we’ve only played it a bit so far, sugarcube. We’ll beat one of them bosses tonight,” AJ vowed as she selected the game from the menu.

I was actually quite familiar with this particular game. I had played the old ones a lot when they came out in the late 80’s and early 90’s, and before that, I played many hours of Atari 2600 as well. When Megaman 9 came out about ten years ago I played it and got to the final boss once. I didn’t beat it that time and never tried again, mostly due to lack of time and interest. I don’t remember the later levels much, but I played the eight early bosses many times and was pretty competent with it.

Dash suddenly leapt over the back of the couch and landed next to me, almost bouncing me off the cushion.

“Haha, sorry Golds!” she said, followed by a playful laugh.

“Christ almighty, Rainbow!” AJ scolded at Dash, “you tryin ta break the damn sofa?”

“Oh relax, it’s fine!” Dash defended.

Pinkie Pie then came around the end of the couch. She had a slight bounce to her step, causing her curves to jiggle slightly as she walked. I can’t say it was unattractive though; somehow, she carried a certain allure, which could be easily seen hidden under her childish and playful nature. As she flopped herself down onto the floor on her belly and began to watch Applejack play the game, I noticed she had a cupcake in her hand, which she promptly bit in half, revealing some sort of thick filling inside.

Dash sat up suddenly on the couch to get a closer look at the treat. “Whoa whoa whoa...Pinkie, did you make those ones with that cream shit inside?”

Pinkie turned her head to face Dash with her cheeks full of the first half of the cupcake. “Hell yeah I did, Dashie!” she replied, with muffled words.

“Awww yeah! I need some of that!” Dash cried excitedly as she leaped over the back of the couch again.

“Really, Rainbow Dash!” I heard Rarity scold from the dining area, “This isn’t your house! Stop jumping on everything!”

“Oh Fluttershy doesn’t care, do you Flutters?” Dash asked. I listened for an answer from the shy girl, but as expected there was silence. “Besides, she’s got animals in and outta here all the time.”

“Yes and they are all more civilized then you,” Rarity said flatly.

"Eeh, there all more civilised than you," Dash replied, imitating the fashionista in a deeper, stupider sounding tone, before returning to her normal voice. “Get over it, toots!”

I heard a very soft snicker coming from the dining area, prompting me to turn around to see who it was. It sounded like a new voice, one that I hadn't heard yet.

Dash had an armful of cupcakes by then and was heading back, this time walking around the couch.

“Don’t you start!" Rarity scoffed in response to the soft laughter. "Oh goodness, of all people!”

I looked at the only other person there; the shy girl, who’s shoulders I could see shaking ever so slightly with silent amusement.

“Is she laughing at those two?” I wondered, smirking at the sudden show of personality from her.

Rarity shook her head and sighed, placing the dishes in the sink while it filled with water. She looked like a stressed-out mother which made the situation slightly more amusing; acting like she was the only mature one there, even though she had technically instigated a bit.

I felt the Wii-mote slam down next to me on the couch, followed by AJ’s angered voice. “FUCKIN TARNATION! HOW IN THE HELL ARE YA SUPPOSED TO GET PAST THAT BULLSHIT?”

I looked back at the screen to see that she had lost the game just as Dash sat next to me again, handing me a cupcake with a cocked eyebrow. “You’re gonna wanna try one of these,” she said with the utmost confidence. She then turned her attention to Applejack. “What happened, AJ?”

“I was tryin to jump over that hole and one of those flying thingies knocked me back and I fell in,” AJ explained.

Dash shook her head. “Well did you try shooting at it?”

“Yeah, I-“ AJ started, then she shook her head, realising the obviousness of the question. “Whut? Of course I shot at it! What are ya, some kinda asshole?”

Dash was laughing hard as Pinkie flipped over on the floor, giggling, with icing all around her mouth. “Wait! There’s more than one kind of asshole? Why wasn’t I told???”

Dash and AJ both laughed. Even I had a good chuckle over the exchange.

Rarity’s voice rang out from the behind the couch again. “Now ladies, let’s keep it clean. We have a guest, don’t forget.”

"You sayin we got dirty assholes?" AJ joked, twisting Rarity's words. Dash, Pinkie and I laughed out loud.

"Applejack! That's not what I-" Rarity stopped, knowing it was a fruitless endeavour to try getting them to behave. Applejack in particular had become much more vulgar in the years since she finished high school, presumably a product of the full-time farm life, which was more-or-less all she'd been doing since graduation. "Oh, nevermind!" Rarity shook her head dismissively.

I could see the three of them silently roll their eyes, followed by a series of smirks.

Dash then put the cupcake in her mouth and gently held it between her teeth while she reached across me to grab the Wii-mote.

I took a bite of the cupcake, and wow! It was good. I’m not a fan of loads of icing usually, but this stuff was nice and light, almost like a mousse, and not too sweet. There was a creamy filling as well, very similar to Boston Cream. The cake itself was soft and moist except around the top, where it was actually a bit crunchy. “Hm,” I mumbled, signalling my approval.

“You’re darn right, hm!” said AJ to me, reaching across me to grab her cupcake off of Dash’s lap to have a bite.

We enjoyed the cupcakes together while Dash attempted to play for a few minutes, only to hear the familiar sound of Megaman’s death and the game’s music coming to a halt once again. Dash clenched the Wii-mote in her lap and leaned forward, glaring at the TV screen with fire in her eyes. “AARRRRGGH!” she growled through the cupcake that was still in her mouth.

I chuckled a bit at her reaction.

She turned to me, taking the cupcake out of her mouth. “You think you can do better, grease monkey?”

I remembered then that they still didn’t know that I’d played the game plenty of times before, so I decided to have some fun with it. I took the Wii-mote and looked at the screen; the game was over and we were back at the stage select screen. Without hesitation, I selected a boss and watched the title animation play out.

Dash shook her head. “Oh you’re fucked now, this is the one with that dragon mini-boss. You don’t even have any weapons yet.”

I ignored her and played. When I reached the mini-boss, I was able to breeze through it fairly easily -- to my relief -- and then I continued on to the final boss while the girls watched in silence. Again, I used my experience to whittle down the enemy’s life meter. As I got closer, the girls all leaned in, holding their breath; watching as I delivered the final blow and ended the level.

Dash jumped to her feet and threw her fists in the air. “That…was…AWESOME!”

At the same time, AJ gave a loud “Yee-haw! Way to go, sugarcube. I can’t believe you just did that!”

Pinkie giggled on the floor, mostly just amused with her cupcake.

I gave the Wii-mote back to AJ. “Now do Hornet Man and use the weapon we just got against him,” I instructed.

“Will do, partner,” she replied, excited to finally see some progress in the game.

By this time, Rarity had finished the dishes and had made some tea. She offered some to us, but we all declined. Fluttershy was still at her spot at the table.

“Is she gonna stay there all night?”

Rarity walked around the couch and sat on the other side of AJ, sipping her tea and looking dainty.

We continued to play the game for quite a while, chatting and enjoying the odd laugh every so often, particularly when Dash would call Rarity out whenever she would critique the different colours Megaman would turn when he switched weapons.

After a while, to my surprise, the shy girl walked around the end of the couch and passed silently in front of us, making her way to the chaise lounge at the far end of the couch. As she curled up in the corner, I quickly noticed how worn the fabric on that that spot was.

“Must be her favourite spot,” I figured.

I glanced over at her from time to time; unable to help myself, really. She was just so nice to look at.

We played for a couple hours, having a few failures and successes in getting through the game. On multiple occasions, I found myself wondering how I ended up here. That morning I woke up and went to work, intending to come home to my 'building' afterwards to relax and waste time thinking about things. But instead, I ended up here with a bunch of mid-twenties women, having a lot of fun. Dash, AJ and Pinkie were actually pretty funny, cracking vulgar and sometimes smutty jokes while Rarity rolled her eyes and sipped her tea like a little old lady. Dash and AJ were a little more on the nose about their humor, however Pinkie had a way of hiding it behind her goofiness. It was there; you just had to look for it a little more.

Rarity was almost like the mother of the group, and even though she was a bit dramatic and even a bit pretentious, I had a certain respect for her. She had a certain selflessness about her, like she would do anything to make someone else happy.

…And the shy girl sat in the corner and never said a word. After about forty-five minutes, I saw a little white rabbit hop across the floor. It passed right by Pinkie where she was laying and hopped up onto the couch, where the shy girl picked it up and snuggled it tightly.

At that point I saw her relax quite a bit, allowing her legs straighten out across the cushion as she petted the little animal on her lap. In this state, she gave off a peaceful radiance that I could hardly peel my eyes away from.

Rarity was also very beautiful, but it was different. Her appearance was deliberately elegant, like she went to great lengths to look the way she did. Fluttershy's beauty seemed to just happen naturally however, like a sunrise, which is exactly what she reminded me of with her soft pinks and yellows...

I could tell the others had picked up on my watching her; several times I noticed them going quiet and smirking at each other, but at the time I didn't care.

The shy girl had me hypnotized.

After the evening wore on a for few hours, we eventually called it a night, and everyone got up from the couch and put on their boots to leave one by one.

“Same time next week, darling?” Rarity said to me as I headed for the door to put my boots on.

“Huh?” I replied. “Next week?”

“Absolutely. We had a wonderful time and we’d love for you to return next week. We try to do this as many weekends as possible, just to stay in touch since life can be so dreadfully busy during the week.”

“Oh, sure. I don’t have any plans next weekend as far as I know.” I knew I didn’t, but I just didn’t want to sound like I had no life.

So, Rarity and I exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to text later in the week to confirm.

“Ok, see you guys then. Thanks for dinner,” I said, pulling the front door open.

They all shouted their different farewells in unison…well, all except one. The shy girl was standing by the end of the table with her hands folded in front of her, her knees touching together with her feet pointed inward, and she was looking awkwardly at the floor. I watched her for a second to see if she would wave or something, and when she didn’t, I walked out the door and headed to my truck. I started it and drove out to the end of the driveway.

Once on the road, I suddenly realised where I was.

“Jeez, this is only about a five minute drive from my place. I can’t believe I didn’t know there was a house back here. Especially with someone like HER living there…”

As I drove home, I thought about the next weekend.

“Should I spend time with them on a regular basis? They are kind of fun. Will that shy girl loosen up eventually? I kind of like having company rather than being alone. It’s a nice change after several years of being alone when I’m not at work. Aw, fuck it. I’ll do it.

"It’s not like they’ll learn my secret.”

Author's Notes:

A little more explanation on the OC's name:
Yes, I did Google it before adding it, and yes there is an OC by the name of Golden Arrow created by a user on Deviantart; a dark green female Pegasus pony with -- you guessed it -- a golden bow and arrow as a cutie mark.
Now, since my character is a male human, I don't feel like I'm plagiarizing the name, especially since I got it from something else entirely, which brings me to Applejack's comment about the tractor.
This is a Golden Arrow:

These were produced by the Cockshutt Plow Company in Brantford, Ontario, Canada and were made solely for testing a new hydraulics system. As a result, only 135 of them were produced in 1957, making them EXTREMELY rare and collectible today.
Why did I choose it?
I grew up on a farm and have a pretty big soft spot for old machines like this; plus, the name Golden Arrow sounds like an MLP name, and I thought it fit the OC's character pretty well. Don't worry, this story is NOT about tractors, other than Applejack making reference to it. This is simply the reason that I chose the name.

Cutie marks are not discussed much in this story, being that it takes place in the EqG world, but if the OC was to have a cutie mark on his clothes somewhere, I guess I would choose the Cockshutt brand logo:

Obviously, it goes well with the name, but mostly I just like the way it looks; a simple, abstract image of an arrow hitting a target.