At The Casino

The following day, I opened the casino earl;y, somewhere around five thirty in the morning. I needed to make up for lost profit due to the whole fight with the apples. So I unlocked and activated my big flashy sign out front, and returned to what would hopefully be a quiet day in the office. But..... of course not, guess who walked right in the fucking door. The big red bastard, and he had a jaw brace. I laughed. But, I also had to see why he was here. I opened my office door and peeked his way. The rest of the casino was empty.

"Why are you here?" I asked. He looked behind him and his sister stepped out.

"we are gonna get the money to repair Big Macs jaw... whether we have to take it forcefully or not..." that was enough, that orange southern mare had pissed me off.

"And what the FUCK makes you think i'm gonna let that happen???" She smiled, and whistled, and inside walked about a good thirty mares and stallions... not not total.. thirty each. How was I gonna break my way out of this. Oh right... how the HELL did she get them all here?

"'case yer wonderin', it's the apple family reunion and for this year we decided to pay YOU a visit... don'tcha jus' feel special?" I watched the southern mare get a smug smile

"In case YOU are wondering... I have a weapon" I removed the handgun from my black siut pocket and placed it to the mares forehead. "You really think i'm that stupid? To go unarmed?" I pulled the hammer on the glock and looked around. "We'll see how effective an element of harmony is with a bullet in it's brain." The entire mob of apples fell silent, of course the big red one had to get a smirk, and knocked the pistol straight out of my hand. Smart, Blackjack, real fuckin' smart.

Defending myself became a challenge, as of the barrage of fists and feet I got one after another, I couldn't concentrate to cast a spell, my... wait... I drew the knife from my other pocket and looked foir the orange legs that stood confidently in the mob of attacking stallions and mares. I swung the knife at legs, once twice, three times... all i needed was a path to Applejack's legs... one good swipe, or stab, and this was all over, of course I was still getting stomped and swiped, making it extremely troublesome, and finally, there it was, the once in this moment opportunity, when she herself lifted her leg, I shoved the knife deep, deep into her ankle, the blade disappeared in fllesh, and the mare cried out.

The barrage stopped as the mare fell to her knees, and I clambered atop, sitting on her stomach, and readying my fist for a hit that would leave a good shiner for a month. As I began the bring the fist down, it was grabbed, I swung to see who it was, and there stood, Bruce, holding my wrist tight and disabling my perfect punch. He held firm and yanked me up, I felt a stinging in my lung, of course, it was punctured by my broken rib... just fantastic. He placed me ,and my bleeding mouth and nose on the ground, and stood over the mare himself. Taking a swing, the two, three, four, five, six, and walked back to me, slung me over his shoulder, and left the group to do their thing.

I'd never felt more proud of the stallion in my life, that is, before I blacked out.