Marelock backs herself away as the three minotaurs close in on her. This was bad and there was no way out. As she continued to back up, the hair on her neck stood up; her back was against the wall. If it weren’t for the rock that hit her horn, she’d easily take out these bastards, but the pain was preventing her from using magic. If she could only buy enough time...

“Ahh!” Neighson flies through the air straight onto the back of one of the minotaurs, wringing his forelegs around its neck. Now was Marelock’s chance! Putting all the force she could into her legs, she bucks one of the minotaurs right in the groin. The minotaur hits the ground, clutching his family jewels in agony. The second minotaur grabs ahold of Marelock by the mane and lifts her up to bring her to his eye level. The last minotaur holds Neighson in his hands by the hoof as he tries his best to squirm out of the minotaur’s grip.

“Shouldn’t have done that, missy. Now it’s time to take you to Mrs. Hurn!”

“Anon...”

Marelock looks around for any signs of help or a chance to escape with no success.

“Anon!”

It seems that all hope is lost...

“ANON!”

You lIft your head from the book and stare into the eyes of the pink irritation interrupting your reading.

“Aren’t you excited, Anon? It’s been so long since we’ve been out on an adventure!” Pinkie continues to bounce around the cabin as you place your hand on your head, trying your best to filter out the noise. Inserting the marker into the book’s binding, you close it up and look out the window. It was like deja vu. The usual luscious green forests were now barren, sandy wastelands.

“Where did you say we were heading, again?” you ask.

“Dodge Junction,” says a quiet voice in the corner. You had almost forgotten all about Applejack who was sitting in the corner of the cabin, looking over the newspaper again and again. She has yet to put the damn thing down since you had all gotten on the train. The mention of the bounty had created such an uneasy aura around her.

“Hey, AJ,” you begin as a question pops into your head. She gives off a small grunt, not taking her train of thought of the paper. “Who exactly are these Flim Flam brothers? And what’s your problem with them?”

She folds the paper and puts it down beside herself. “They’re a pair of sneaky fellows who use your words against ya ta get their way. They came ta mah farm and challenged mah family to a cider makin’ contest. Whoever made the most cider would win and if we lost, we had ta give up Sweet Apple Acres.” Leaning back in your chair, you shrug.

“I presume you won, since you still own the farm.” To your surprise, she shakes her head.

“Actually, they won, but not without cheatin’. They made the cider undrinkable by turning off the quality control. The only reason they didn't stay was ‘cause nopony wanted their horrible cider.” Cocking an eyebrow, you give her a confused stare.

“I don’t understand. Why do you want to come along with us then? What grudge do you have on them?” She lets out a heavy sigh and pokes her hooves at her seat cushion.

“Look, Ah ain’t one for holding grudges, but when ya come inta mah farm, insult mah family, and wreck the place before hightailing it outta there all fer the sake of money, Ah’m gonna have some hate fer ya.”

“Understandable, I guess,” you say, folding your arms. It still didn’t make sense, but to be honest, you didn’t care. All you wanted was to put these guys behind bars and collect your pay. A hard knock erupts from the cabin door, directing everyone’s attention to it. You quickly stand up and open the door. The porter on the other side of the door looks up to you, surprised by the tall creature.

“Yes?” you ask him, making sure to keep a calm voice. He shakes his head, trying to regain his composure.

“My apologies, sir. I’m just so used to ponies answering the door.” You shake your head and give him a smile.

“Think nothing of it. I assume we’re close to our destination?” The porter gives you a nod and returns the smile.

“Yes, we’ll be there momentarily. Please be ready to exit the train.” He takes his leave and makes his way to the next cabin. Closing the door, you turn the two ponies sitting in the cabin waiting for your return.

“We’re going to be entering town soon.” Grabbing your staff, you take a look at it and sigh. Hopefully what happened before won’t happen to this one. Looking over to Pinkie, she gives you a signature smirk and grabs her bags. Her words from the last trip echo in your mind.

“Of course you're not ready! You'll never be. But you ARE prepared.” No matter what was going to happen here, Pinkie and Applejack would be there to back you up.

Or screw it up. Whatever came first.

Grabbing the rest of your luggage, you make your way through the crowd of ponies heading for the exit. As you walk out the train door, the dry, hot air collides with your face. Sweat immediately begins to form on your forehead as the sun beats down on you relentlessly. Looking around, you realize something.

You have no idea where to look. For that matter, you have no idea where you are!

Applejack walks past you, following the dirt road with a look of determination on her face. You turn to Pinkie and point at Applejack with a look of concern. Pinkie merely shrugs and catches up with her. Not wanting to be left behind, you quickly catch up with them.

“Hey, Applejack? Have you been here before?” Her eyes look down at the ground as her pace slows down dramatically.

“Yeah, Ah been here before.” Damn it, looks like you brought something up that didn’t need to be dug up. You quickly try to change the subject.

“Alright, since you know the area best, are there any thrift stores around here? I promised Zecora I’d get her a souvenir.” She stops for a moment and scratches her chin. Her eyes look around the area, checking out each storefront.

“If Ah remember correctly, there should be one two blocks down.” Giving her a nod, she leads the way. The street bustles with busy ponies making their way to their destinations. Many of them stare at you as you pass them and quickly turn their heads away as you glance back at them. After a bit of walking, Applejack leads you into the small shop. Random trinkets and junk line the shelves and walls. A majority of it is useless crap, like clothing, furniture, books, and toys, wreaking of an old, musky smell, but something catches your eyes. The device looks like a slingshot that would wrap around the wrist like a sleeve. Pinkie bounces over and jumps onto your shoulders as you examine the slingshot.

“Whatcha looking at?” she blurts, giving you a mischievous grin. Placing the elastic brace over your hand, you strap the slingshot to your arm.

“A slingshot. From the looks of it, it seems to be in pretty good condition.” Pinkie looks from the weapon back to you, completely bewildered.

“What in the hay are you going to do with it?” Rolling your eyes, you begin heading over to the counter where a stallion sits, reading a newspaper.

“The only thing it’s intended to do: Shoot things. Who knows, it might come in handy.” Placing the contraption down, you dig into your pocket and pull out you bit sack. “How much for this slingshot?”

The shop owner looks at your over his newspaper and eyes the slingshot. His brow furrows as he takes a look at you and brings the paper back to his attention.

“Five bits,” he grunts, flipping over to the next page. Pulling out the desired amount, you place the bits down on the counter and strap the slingshot onto your forearm. You make your way over to Applejack who is looking at a weird assortment of paintings. She notices your presence and points at one of the paintings with her hoof.

“Who in tarnation would pay two hundred bits for that?” Looking at the painting, you immediately agree with her. It was a small black circle with a white background. Pinkie leans over your shoulder and stares at the painting. Her eyes look as if they are being consumed by it, like her very soul was being torn away.

“This painting says so much, yet shows so little.” You exchange worried looks with Applejack before turning back to look at Pinkie. “It explains the complexity of life itself, showing how the center of all is dark, yet light consumes it. It tells how small and insignificant we are in such a vast and massive world— neigh! In such a huge universe!” She turns her head and locks eyes with you, giving you deadpan look. Her face instantly changes back to her usual grin and perky eyes. “I’m pretty sure it’s just a black dot on a piece of paper, though.”

Scratching the back of your head, you give her a concerned look. “I worry about you sometimes.”

“Well, let’s get goin’, ya two. Ah know somepony here who can help us find those two varmints.” She makes her way out of the shop with you following close behind. Lifting Pinkie from your shoulder by the scruff of her neck, you drop her down to the ground.

“I don’t give free rides, Missy,” you snarl. She lowers her eyelids and gives you a seductive smile.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t say that to the other mares, now do you, Anon?” Rolling your eyes, you turn back to Applejack.

“So, who’s this pony you know?” She pulls a letter from her saddlebag and hoofs it over to you.

“Her name is Cherry Jubilee. Ah worked for her at one point. When Ah read that those two were last spotted here in the paper, Ah sent her a letter as fast as possible.” Skimming over the letter, you notice the writing is beautifully written; perfect almost. It read as so:

Dearest Applejack,

I am glad to see you are doing well. It has been so long since I’ve seen you around these parts. I’ve heard word of those two tricksters, but don’t you mind; they’ll be in for a real treat if they think that they can outsmart little old me! As for the cherry farm, it’s been doing wonderfully. I’ve found myself making multiple trips down to Mustangia where ponies buy them by the barrel-full. If you have business here, please, by all means, come and stay a spell! I always have work, so don’t be afraid to get your hooves dirty when you come on over.

~Cherry Jubilee ♥

You scoff as you hand her back the letter. “How does a pony grow cherries in a barren wasteland like this?” you ask, spreading out your arms to point out the environment. Applejack shakes her head and points at a cab down the street.

“She’s got a piece of land a little ways out from here. It’s actually pretty fertile and within walkin’ distance of a large stream.” She continues her way towards the cart as you and Pinkie exchange shrugs. Applejack walks up to driver who recognized her instantly.

“Well, if ain’t Applejack. How ya been, Missy?” Applejack nervously looks down at the ground and avoids any eye contact with the stallion.

“I been doin’ well, Marston. Ah just need a lift to Miss Jubilee’s, if ya don’t mind.” The stallion nods and opens the door, allowing both mares into the cab. It doesn’t take long before you realize something: You’re too big to fit in the cabin. It wasn’t the size of the cart; it was the size of the door. Looking at it, you turn to the driver and give him a disheartened look.

“There any other way I can hitch a ride?” The stallion scratches the back of his head as he looks at the cart.

“I guess ya could ride on top. It should be able ta hold yer weight.”

“‘Should’ being the key word there,” you mutter under your breath. Grabbing the top edge of the cart, you lift yourself up and take a seat. The driver closes the cabin door and attaches the around his saddle.

“Jeez, buddy, yer heavy,” he grunts as he slowly leads the cart. After a bit of struggling, he finally begins moving the cart forward at a decent pace. “In all mah years as a cabby, Ah never lugged around somepony as heavy as ya. Ah swear, Ah better be getting a nice tip fer this.” The voices in your head begin to ferment, repeatedly poking at your mind like needles.

I’ll give you a tip, alright. Tip of my dic—

You catch yourself before finishing that sentence. Dear God, you’re slowly turning into Pinkie. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, you close your eyes and begin meditating to block out the annoying pony. All manner of noise and distractions disappear as you close your eyes.

“That stallion’s quite the complainer, isn’t he?” questions a familiar voice. You quickly open your eyes and look around.

“And another thing! Why is it that ya youngin’s can’t appreciate th—” All that’s around you is the annoying stallion and some dirt. Lots of dirt.

Where was that voice coming from?

You look around one last time before closing your eyes and regaining focus. The voice slowly creeps back up, whispering to into your ear.

“Well, that was rude of you to just stop listening as I speak. I’d figure after you brutally chopped away at my body that you would at least have the decency to listen to me once in a while.” Grabbing the staff from your back, you lay it across your lap.

“Are you telling me that you can talk to me when I get into this state?” you mutter, making sure to keep your voice low. It wasn’t exactly normal for someone to talk to an inanimate object.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t you be able to?” Scratching the back of your head, you nervously shrug.

“Talking to a stick isn’t really deemed as normal, you know. And I assumed you were dead when I cut you down since you didn’t respond to me at all.”

“It was rather difficult to talk when you when I was nearly dead. Your lovely mentor was the one who was able to help me back into shape by placing these enchantments on me and dipping me in that sap.”

So that was the real reason for the weird writings, but it did raise an interesting question.

“Why wasn’t I able to communicate with the last staff I had? I fell into a focused state of mind multiple times and never once did I hear the staff talk to me.”

“That’s because you weren’t the one who crafted it. The reason you can hear me is because put your blood, sweat, and soul into crafting me.” Before you can respond, something taps your face. Instinctively, you swing your staff as your eyes shoot open. Your heart sinks as the stallion who was pushing the cart quickly falls to the ground. Applejack and Pinkie Pie run up to him as he collides with the ground, making sure he’s alright. You jump down from your seat and land next to him.

“A-Are you alright?” you stammer, quickly holstering your staff across your back. Marston places a hoof over his now swollen cheek and glares at you.

“What in Tartarus was that for? Ah was just trying ta wake ya up from yer crazy dream ta tell ya we’re here and ya hit me!” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out an annoyed sigh. Applejack facehoofs and shakes her head as Pinkie resists the urge to laugh, showing clear signs of fighting a losing battle.

“Listen, here,” you pull out your coin sack and hand him five bits. “I’m sorry for hitting you. It was just a natural reaction.” Marston glares at you for a moment longer before taking the bits out of your hand and grumbling. Standing up, you look around you and feel out of place. The once barren desert was now a fertile lot, covered in cherry trees. A large house stand before you, towering high enough to block out the sun. Turning to Applejack, you point at the household.

“Now, I’m not a brainiac or anything, but I’m guessing this is Miss Jubilee’s place?”

“You are absolutely correct, Mr. Genius.” Turning back to the house, you look at the source of this answer. A mare with a poofy, western styled walks out from the front door, holding a rather uneasy aura around her. Three unicorns with butler outfits proceed to pass her and grab everyone’s luggage. Applejack walks past you as the mare’s eyes light up.

“Applejack, dear! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you around these parts!” She wraps her forelegs around Applejack and embraces her in a hug.

“I was just about to say the same thing, Miss Jubilee.”

Cherry releases her grip and looks over at Pinkie. “And Pinkie, honey, come here! You need some lovin’ as well!”

Pinkie happily bounces over to the mare and wraps her up in a strong bear hug. Cherry giggles as her forelegs wrap around Pinkie to return the hug. Once they release each other, Cherry turns over to you.

“And who do we have here?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. Pinkie’s sinister grin creeps onto her face as her eye make contact with yours.

“His name is Anonymous. He could use some lovin’ too,” she says with a sneer. You give Pinkie a glare before kneeling down and putting out your hand.

“You can just call me Anon for short. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She completely disregards your gesture and wraps her hooves around your neck.

“Don’t be afraid to give me a hug, sugar. I really don’t mind,” she says with a seductive tone. Her grip tightens as you awkwardly wrap your arms around her. You swear you hear a moan as you place your hands on her back. Letting go, she gains her balance once more and looks you up and down, eyes hungrily staring at every inch of your body.

“I’ve never seen a minotaur with your looks before. Did you shave your hair and undergo some kind of surgery?” she asks.

“No, because I’m not a minotaur. I’m a human,” you bluntly say. Pinkie quickly jumps onto your back and throws her hooves over your shoulders.

“He’s the only one, too! He isn’t from this world. Like an alien or something,” she jokes, putting a spooky look on her face.

“An alien, huh?” Cherry, continues eyeing you like a child in a candy shop. “That’s mighty exotic.” She finally turns her attention back to Applejack who watches uncomfortably. “Come inside, ya’ll. I have a kettle on the stove and fresh tea leaves to brew.”

As they both make their way into the building, you pull Pinkie from your back and slap her in the back of the head.

“Hey! What was that for?” You point at her with a stern look on your face.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what you did.” Pinkie merely grins and runs inside before you can slap her again. As you walk into the foyer, an aroma immediately dominates your nostrils. The smell of cherry wreaks throughout the house, completely eliminating any other odor. Following close behind the others, you take the time to be nosy and check out the scenery. Paintings of ponies with cherry cutiemarks line the walls, all with looks of confidence plastered across their faces. Antique furniture occupies the empty spaces of the house, adding a nice southern feel to it. Making your way down the hall, you enter the dining room where the mares have already taken a seat. Following their example, you pull out a chair and sit.

“Now, I know ya’ll didn’t come out here only to say hello,” Cherry says, giving you all a completely serious look. “In your letter, you were telling me about a bounty. What’s that all about, Applejack?” Applejack looks over to you and then back to Cherry.

“Well, Ah’m not particularly looking for the money in this bounty. This is Anon’s job. He’s the bounty hunter.”

“Bounty Hunter, huh?” Cherry says, eyeing you once more, making you feel more uncomfortable. Her expression changes completely as she turns her attention back to Applejack. “I assume it has to do with the Flim Flam Brothers.”

Applejack cocks her head back in surprise. “That’s exactly what we’re here for.”

A unicorn dressed in butler attire enters the room with a platter of cups and a kettle. He pours a glass for everyone at the table before bowing and exiting the room. Cherry takes a sip of her tea and give Applejack an unimpressed look.

“They came to my farm, trying to convince me that I ‘needed’ their machine to help with the labor around the farm. I know cheats and rats apart from hard working and honest stallions, so I told them to hightail it before I called the town and arranged a lynching mob.” You nearly spit your tea across the table hearing this. She giggles at your response and takes another sip. “There’s nothing to be worried about, dear. I can tell you’re a hard worker, so stay on my good side and you’ll be fine.”

She finishes her tea and sets the cup down on the table. “The last I heard, they were headed to Mustangia. If you leave at sunset by tomorrow, you should be able to catch up with them before they run off to the next town. If you’d all like, I have a job in Mustangia. It’s just a simple delivery,” she adds, noticing your worried look. “I can lend you a wagon and pay you well if get the package there.” You look at the other two mares for any objections. Applejack gives you a shrug while Pinkie complete disregards the entire conversation to play with her tea.

“Fine, we’ll do it.” She gives you a smile and nod.

“Excellent. I’ll have everything ready for you three in the morning. For now, please, make yourselves at home. I’ll have a bedroom ready for all three of you ready later tonight.” Applejack and Pinkie make their way for the door as you exit your seat. Cherry walks up to you with a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Let me ask you something, Anon. I know you’ve been out in the heat for a long time, so if you need to take a bath, let me know. I’ll get one ready for you.” She makes her way to the foyer, putting extra emphasis into her hip swaying. Shaking your head, you let out a distraught sigh.

“Every town I go to, I get these freaks.”

You enter the foyer and begin heading up the stairs as the setting sun’s rays pour through the windows, giving the room an orange tint.

“Darn it, Pinkie! I told you not to touch that!” Applejack’s voice echoes throughout the halls as she yells at the pink menace. Turning the corner, you spot Pinkie wearing a guilty grin with a broken lamp on the ground. The butler stallion from earilier hurriedly rounds the corner, levitating a broom and dustpan with his magic and starts cleaning the broken glass. As he sweeps the glass pieces, you think about how dirty you must be right now. You have been out in the sun and dirt all day, so a bath didn’t sound too bad.

“Excuse me,” you whisper to the butler. The only things that move are his eyes and the broom. “Would you mind getting a bath ready for me? I could really use one right about now.”

“Absolutely. Please, follow me.” The stallion gives a small nod and hurries off with the lamp remains in the dustpan.

“I’m gonna take a bath you guys. I’ll meet up with you two later,” you blurt out to Pinkie and Applejack as you scramble to catch up with the butler. He leads you down the hall and opens the door to the washroom, letting you in. He waits at the doorway as you awkwardly stare at him.

“I’ll be fine on my own. Thank you for guiding me here.” He gives you single nod, closing the door behind him as he leaves. “Weirdo,” you whisper to yourself.

Turning the dials, you begin filling the tub with water as you undress. Throwing your clothes into the corner of the room, you enter the tub and lay down in its warm embrace. You emit a sigh of relief as the water rush all over your skin.

“Where’s the soap?” you ask yourself, looking around the tub. A small basket sits at the end, filled to the brim with different bars of soap. Grabbing each one, you take a whiff and determine the smell. Cherry... cherry... cherry... Was there anything in this house that wasn’t cherry?! As you dig into the basket, you notice a green bar of soap on the bottom. Bringing it up to your nose, you take in its aroma. It smelled... like nothing.

“Strange,” you mumble, lathering up the bar against your skin. Your heart sinks as the bathroom door opens and Cherry Jubilee walks in, carrying a change of clothes.

“Miss Jubilee, please! D-do you mind?” you stammer, trying to cover your genitals. Miss Jubilee casually smiles and places the clothing down on the sink’s base.

“Dear, calm down. It’s not like I’ve never seen a stallion nak—” Her words are cut short and her nose points up into the air. Her nostrils begin to flare as her cheeks gain a rosy shade to them. She starts advancing towards you, eyes locked on you. “Anon, did you use my green bar of soap?”

“Y-yes, why?” She walks up beside you, placing a hoof against your chest as she licks her lips.

“I use that bar when I’m going through estrus to get my workers to ‘tame’ me, if you will. It’s an aphrodisiac.” You grab her hoof and attempt to remove it from your chest, only to have her place her alternate hoof on it. Her breath grows heavier as she brings her face closer to yours.

“Tell me, Anon, have you ever been... intimate with a mare before?” She draws her lips closer, letting her hot breath press against your face. The aroma of fresh lavender enters your nose as her breath continues to rub under it.

“I’ve been with females from my species before, but never a mare.” Her eyes go half-lidded, staring at you seductively. She slowly trails her hoof down your chest and emits a soft purr.

“Mmm~ I enjoy breaking in virgins. There’s just something about them that gets me riled up.” The smell of her lavender laced breath quickly consumes your thoughts. Something about her look, the way she was acting: it was driving you insane. “I broke in a minotaur once. He was a fun one to ride, but much too quick. Do you think you could outlast him?”

“W-well, humans do have the highest endurance of any species in my world,” you mutter back. She removes her hoof from your chest and walks to the door, turning her head slightly so that you only see her eyes.

“Well, well, well. Ain’t that interesting? Sure do hope you can fill that promise.”

What promise?

“My bedroom is four door down on the one at the end of the hallway. You can’t miss it.” And with that, she exits the bathroom and closes the door behind her. For a moment, you just sit there and stare at door, attempting to figure out what just happened. You shake your head and regain your composure, trying to piece together the pros and cons to the following situation. On the plus side, it wasn’t your hand. On the down side, it was a horse.

“You been good to me, buddy,” you whisper to your hand. “But a man has to fulfill his urges sometimes.” Standing from the bathtub, you grab the towel, dry yourself off, grab your clothes, and wrap the towel around your waist. There was no point in putting your clothes on if they were going to be taken off in a little while. Opening the door, you poke your head out and look around, keeping an eye out for any signs of Pinkie or Applejack. The hallway had very little visibility; the only thing lighting it is the moonlight. When the coast seems clear, you quickly move your way down the hall and knock on the door.

“Come on in, Anon,” Cherry says in a flirtatious voice.

“Time to wake up, sleepy head.” Opening your eyes, you look around the room. Cherry lies next to you with a dreamy look on her face. She nuzzles against your chest and releases a small sigh. “Last night was grand. I haven’t had a time like that in ages.” Sitting up, you look out the window to see the sun just barely rising.

“Well, I told you humans were the best,” you gloat, giving her a smirk. She gets up and places a hoof on your thigh.

“Want one more for the road?” she asks, eyes half-lidded.

“No, I should get going. I need to catch those bounties before they leave Mustangia.” You remove yourself from under the covers and get off the bed. As you get dressed, Cherry jumps from her bed heads into the master bathroom to put on her lipstick and other makeup.

“Don’t forget, sugar,” she yells from the bathroom. “I have a package you guys need to deliver for me.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t,” you lie, poking your head into the bathroom. “Also, can you do me a favor?” She looks out of the corner of her eye, raising an eyebrow.

“Depends? I assume you need money or something?” You jerk your head back, completely taken aback by such a statement.

“No, nothing like that at all.” She turns her gaze back to the mirror and continues applying her makeup. “I just want to keep what happened last night between you and me.”

She rolls her eyes and scoff. “Dear, a mare never kisses and tells. You have nothing to worry about.” Letting out a sigh of relief, you sit on the bed and wait for her to finish. She digs throughout her drawers and gives you small, package wrapped in white paper.

“Take that package down the pub in Mustangia. You should meet a stallion with an eye patch. His name is Bruce, you can’t miss him.” She points out the window towards a cart in the road. “The cart is ready for you and has all your luggage and staff, so you can leave whenever you feel the need to.” She leans over to you kisses you on the cheek. “I wish you luck.”

Returning the kiss, you stand up and grab the door handle. “Thank you for everything. If I’m ever in town, I’ll be sure to visit again.”

“You better,” she taunts, cracking a smile as you exit. Closing the door behind you, you begin heading down the hallway when Pinkie comes out from one of the rooms. An evil grin gradually creeps onto her face.

“Whatcha doing in Miss Jubilee’s room, huh?” You give her straight-faced look and show her the little white package.

“I was getting the package to she wanted us to deliver.” She begins chuckling and gives you a half-lidded look.

“Did you give her your package?” she jokes, jabbing you in the leg with her hoof. Not saying a single word, you walk right past her and make your way for the stairs. Her jaw drops at your response. “No! You didn’t!”

“I didn’t say anything, Pinkie,” you jest, walking down the staircase. Applejack waits at the bottom, impatiently tapping her hoof and staring at the clock. She takes notice of your presence and waves her hoof in a hurried motion.

“Come on, ya’ll! We ain’t got all day. Those two could’ve left town by now,” she says with an irritated tone. Rolling your eyes, you open the front door and let the two mares go before you. Two stallions stand by the cart, waiting for their orders. You meet face to face with your number one nemesis again: The door you were too big for.

“Applejack, can you hand me my staff and slingshot? They should be in there somewhere.” She gives you your two weapons as you climb on top of the cart. Looking down the road, you stare at the mountain range.

“To Mustangia!”

Author's Notes:

I need more Jack Daniels. I have none left.