Clare, outside city limits of Canterlot:

I felt a cool breeze on my bare skin as I realized that I was completely naked. “Son of a bitch” I muttered as I stood up. It was becoming late in the afternoon and it was probably 4:30ish.

I looked around for a suitable place to get clothes, maybe if I was lucky there’d be a clothing store nearby but there wasn’t. I cursed to myself then spotted a bar. I thought to myself about my options. I felt bad for contemplating stealing someone’s clothes but at the same time I really didn’t feel like fighting Sombra and the others without clothes.

I quickly and calmly walked across the street and towards the bar. It was probably a biker hangout because there were several Harley’s parked outside and some were customized for ponies to ride.

I walked up the front steps of the bar and opened the door. Several ponies turned to look at me and several stallions’ jaws slacked open. Some mares smiled as I stepped into the bar. I looked around, unfortunately there were no humans that I could see and most of the ponies were smaller than me.

I began to casually walk through the bar with a straight and expressionless face. Ponies would step out of my way and some of the mares would check out my cock as I passed, luckily I didn’t have an erection at the moment or this would be really awkward.

I entered a back room where five men and a few larger stallions played pool. They looked over to me and some of the men chuckled as they pointed at me. I spotted a large man with black leather clothing and black leather boots.

I walked over to him. With a very expressionless face I looked him in the eye. “I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle” I said and he, along with the other guys and stallions, laughed. “Well okay terminator… you forgot to say please” he laughed as he exhaled his cigar smoke into my face.

“Let’s see how you feel getting burned” he laughed and pressed the lit cigar against my bare chest. The cigar burned my chest but I subdued the pain and kept a straight face then looked back up to his eyes. His face became confused, usually someone would wince in pain when you pressed a lit cigar to their bare chest.

I grabbed his hand and crushed it in my grip, suddenly a pool cue snapped off the back of my head but it didn’t faze me. I turned around and grabbed the blue stallion who had hit me with the pool stick and tossed him out the front window.

He smashed through the window and knocked over a couple of parked motorcycles. I looked to the stallion who had burned me. “Let’s see how you handle getting burned” I said and tossed him into the kitchen. I heard him scream in pain and the horrid smell of burning flesh filled my nose.

I turned back to the other men who cautiously stepped away from me and out the back door. I turned and walked into the kitchen where the man was trying to load a bullet into the cylinder of a Colt Python.

I snatched the revolver from his hands and loaded the round then clicked the cylinder shut. I spun the cylinder then stopped it as I cocked back the hammer. He looked to me in fear and tossed a set off keys at me. “Just take it… ugh” he cried in pain as I caught the keys in my left hand without even looking at them.

Third person, just outside Bar:

Black leather boots descended the few front steps of the bar. Clare had all black leather clothing and looked around then to the keys the biker had given him. He now had the Colt Python holstered to his hip, the biker only had twelve rounds but Clare probably wouldn’t need to use them, at least not when he fought with Solar Eclipse.

Clare looked to the Harley’s and walked over to the one he suspected was the Harley that belonged to the biker. He put the keys in the ignition and turned them then kick-started the chopper. It rumbled to life and the radio on the console of the chopper began to blare out music from a cassette tape.

Clare pressed the eject button and tossed the cassette tape away than put in a more preferable music tape and as the tape began to play a guitar solo a shotgun rang out behind Clare.

“I can’t let you take a man’s wheels son, now get off before I put you down” said a very obese stallion with a pump action Model 1897 that had the stock cut off into a pistol grip and the barrel was shortened. Clare kicked down the kickstand and let the Harley rest for a moment but the musical tunes of cassette tape still played as he slowly walked towards the fat stallion.

Clare stepped in front of the stallion that now held the shotgun to Clare’s stomach. “That’s far enough goddammit” the stallion ordered. Clare snatched the shotgun out of the stallion’s hooves in one fluid motion.

The stallion stepped back in fear and held his hooves up in a sign of surrender. Clare stepped forwards with the shotgun in one hand. Clare shot his hand forwards at the stallion who flinched from the sudden movement.

Clare stopped his hand just at the stallion’s chest and pulled out the sunglasses that hung from a coat pocket. He gave the sunglasses a little flick that opened them then casually placed them on his face, covering his eyes completely.

Clare turned around then walked back to the idling Harley and sat down on it. The suspension held the bike rigid and it didn’t droop too much from Clare’s weight. He set the shotgun in a saddle bag on the back of the chopper and revved the engine.

Clare steadied the Harley and kicked up the kickstand then dropped the chopper into gear and drove towards the city of Canterlot, leaving the fat stallion staring in disbelief. Clare drove along the road leading to Canterlot at an increasingly fast speed. Though it would’ve been faster for him to fly he decided to make an entrance the old fashioned way, riding a horse. Even if this particular horse was the iron kind.