Ain't No Good Being Bad

by The Boorywooch

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Comedy, Adventure
Length: 6188

Hawkri is one... unpleasant person. Harsh and brutal. But during an accident on his traditional one-man survival trek he finds himself in Equestria. Will the Magic of Friendship change his heart?

There is nothing strange for Equestrian ponyfolk to see humans dropping by. But alas, no one told that one day Nick Hawkri would drop by.

Brutal, harsh, rude and just a jerk he is. Will he become a problem for ponies or will he change his heart to a better? Yet he had proved himself to the worst.
Messing with everything around, wreaking havoc and chaos all round - is there another alternative from banishing this menace to the Moon?

The fic contains strong language. Readers discretion is advised.
I use Russian lexicon in the fic. No fret, every entry will be translated.
This fic is dedicated to my close friend, Karkat. He is just a jerk, but a good fellow.

I do not own any of My Little Pony or Unpleasant Horse entries. MLP belongs to Hasbro and Unpleasant Horse to PopCap and 4th & Battery, respectively.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-17 02:36:24 UTC

Chapter 1: Imma comin'! Wait. I was not expected here!

Sun was already setting behind the hulks of mountains, and Nick, commonly known as Hawkri, was making his way through the massive bush grove. His disposition was growing worse by the minute - it was getting all darker, outmatching even the ever-looming dusk under the trees of the forest, settled on the mountain sides.

And those bushes were kind of spiky as hell.

"Fucking bushes." - Our hero muttered, pushing his frame through the especially tightly intertwined branches.

His effort was lost fruitless, though, which made him growl and produce a small, claw-kind curved blade. It took exactly fifteen seconds and twenty-two potent swears to clear the path, as Hawkri had finally stumbled onto the small flat platform, jutting from the mountain like a lump.

"Hell fucking yes." - He dropped a backpack and plopped himself onto the soft grass, extending his worn-out legs.

Today he had almost set a record in walking, climbing, swimming and running - much like a triathlons, but without a cycle.

"Okay, now, let's get some heat and some chow. Then - off to hit the hay."  - three weeks off the civilization was paying its toll, and Hawkri began already to forget how to speak long and intelligible sentences.

Well shit, this does not bother him the slightest.

The fire was set, the bed was made of soft fir branches, and the flasks were all again filled with crystal clear water. Jerked meat left the tingling aftermath in the mouth, and Hawkri, after smoking a cigarette, yawned and went to sleep.

Morning came early, basking the mountains in the warm glow of the sun and caressing the forest with its rays. Hawkri opened his eyes to see the fire dying quietly, morning dew evaporating on the hot coals, and smiled.

Quick breakfast and quick wash completed his preparations for the day, and so he was prepared to move to the top.

High above the ground he stood, hugged by the clouds. Jerking wind tried to drop him down, but of no avail - our hero clanged hard.

This was one superb view from above. Nice. Neat fields, small patches of villages, bigger ones, gray with concrete - towns and cities, darker blobs of forests and - within the eye reach- was an ocean of green grass, combed by the wind.

Neat.

So, Hawkri was quite familiar to the scenery, so he produced a map and a compass from his backpack and oriented himself. Next point was about forty miles south-south-west. About a day of plain walking, no breaks. Fine.

Descending the mountain, he never expected, what the outcome would be.

Crossing the flat steppe, he ran into a boggy ravine, which was concealed with a tall grass.

"Fuck you." - Hawkri tried to pull himself out of the bog, but of no avail.

It was a pure trap - narrow, not too deep - about two Hawkri's heights, and the bottom was all covered in a soft soil, drenched with water. Our hero tried to pull his left leg out to press it into the wall, but that was kind of tricky. He was only exerting himself without any result, and the bog seemed to suck him in with each jerk he executed.

"Motherfucking ravine, I curse you and ye kids!" - man's voice stopped short, chuckling at the very idea of "ravine children". This helped none, whatever, and he just decided to wait.

Smoking the third altogether cigarette, he noticed a strange smell, which made him feel funny. Fuck. Mine gas? Swamp gas? The breath of soil? Fuck knows, but this is not doing any better.

Clenching the cigarette in his teeth, Hawkri pressed both his hands above his head hard, fixing himself fast between the walls.

"Gurrrrrrrr...!!!" - a powerful steady lift was executed, making veins on a man's forehead bulge with effort, and his legs being slightly pulled off the bog.

"Graaaaaaahhhhh!!!" - and again, legs were lifted up from the greedy clinch of the soft soil.

"Unf!" - with a plop, the lower quarters of Hawkri were free, and he made his way off the trench, sweating, huffing, spitting earth, that had fallen into his mouth.

"Fucking motherfucker." - he spat into the trench and laid on his back, watching the sky. Shit took too much strength, and he drove off to slumber all of a sudden. Through his dream he heard a flapping of a wings, some muffled voices and a careful shooing, as if somebody were afraid to wake him up. Also there was a strange sensation of waving up and down, as if he had mounted a sea wave. But shit, he was asleep and never gave a single fuck. Yeah. He loved dropping the "F-bomb", that's just he being himself.

Nevertheless, once he had waken up, or rather, regained consciousness, he spotted a strange cerulean colored entity, that nudged him ever so slightly.

"What the fuck is that and where the fuck am I?" - our hero demanded in a chill tone.

"Wow, it can talk!" - a high-pitched, feminine voice stated out.

"Fuck you, I sure can speak." - Hawkri opened his eyes wider to see an equine-like creature with wings and tattoo on a flank.

Fucking ponies. That's it, now it is too much of a cliché.

"Is it Equestria?"

"How would ya know?"

"Just a wild guess, okay?" - our hero was irritated by the "warm welcome". "So, friendship is magic and shit like that, huh? What do you do to intruders, send them to the Moon or to the Green Mile?"

Pegasi seemed bemused. Then the cerulean one demanded:

"What in the hay are you talking about, mate? What Green Mile?"

Okay, they've never read Stephen King, that's it.

" 'Kay. Name's Hawkri. And you are, as I presume, Rainbow Dash?"

"Yup." - the pony seemed never astonished with the expertise, like, she was known all over this pity world.

What a shame. What a laugh.

"And you must be Fluttershy. Alright." - Hawkri waved at the butter-yellow Pegasus with a pink, curtain-like mane.

"Well, ladies, pleased to meet you, but I better go back. Got trek to complete and shit to do." - the last second he dodged a speedy buck. Shit, that was close.

"Don't you use foul language near the foals!" - someone else screeched with anger. Hawkri turned his head to see a pissed-off mulberry-colored pony with a flower tattoo and pink curly mane.

"Aw, shit. Cheerilee, isn't it? My bad." - out hero executed a courteous bow, mocking the situation.

It was quiet. Only the jay bird clicked somewhere afar.

"So... You're a human, right?" - a tiny voice had broken the silence, and Hawkri was stunned to see the shy Pegasus to begin the conversation.

"Yup. How the f..." - he stopped, seeing the growling Cheerilee. - "how would you know?"

"Nah, we got plenty of ya guys accidentally dropping by. But it's the first time I see such a brute." - Dash took off and flew around Hawkri. "Nice plot, by the way. An athlete?"

Maaan, that was getting shittier by the minute.

"Yup. Kinda."

"So, you are a human and an athlete. But what are you doing here, in Equestria? And how do you know Equish?"

"Well, I dunno, lawl. And back in my place we call this language "English". - out hero scratched his outgrown beard and chuckled. "The fact is that I was on a one-man survival trek and had fallen into some shit pond. After dragging my ass outta there I was laying on the grass. Awoken here. Clear enough?"

"Well, we've found ya at the Everfree forest, on the Froggybottom Swamp. Thought ya're a bear, but you looked nothing like." - Dash chimed in.

"So we brought you here and are waiting for girls to come..." - Fluttershy murmured.

" 'kay, ladies, nice to meet you, but - ow!" - Hawkri doubled in pain with an unexpected buck in the gut. It was so well-placed, that he hit even through the tensed in reflex abdomen muscles and made light go out for a while, as well as a breath.

"Haaaaaaafffff... What the..."

Cheerilee stood into the sight:

"Don't dare you use the foul language around foals!"

"I can't see any foals!" - wheezed Hawkri, gasping for air and trying to stop the world spinning.

"Well, I do!" - scolded the teacher mare, flipping her tail in an irritated manner.

"Okay, miss... Copy that... Owwww..." - our hero tried to stand up, and after some failures he succeeded. Raising his top, he saw a two burning crimson horseshoe stamps.

"Miss Cheerilee, can you do me a favor?"

"Hmm?"

"Never do that any again, please. The next buck will send me to visit the Heavens." - Nick spat out some blood-stained saliva and explored his mouth with his tongue. Shoot, he bit a cheek pretty hard. Well, shit happens.

"Never use foul language again around foals - and we have a deal."

" 'kay."

The rest of the day Nick spent healing his wounds. He located a small patch of medical herbs and a beehive on the tree.

After nearly killing his lungs to smoke the bees out, he quickly prepared a remedy under his granddad's recipe.

"Fuuuuuuccckkk, feels so good..." - he moaned out, rubbing the thick ointment into his wounds, that were no more burning crimson and now were swelling with purple and blue hues. Fabulous, as they say.

"Unf, this is all good, but still..." - he threw a glance at his pocket watch. Waterproof, strike-proof, precise - he gave almost half his salary to get those, but on the trek they paid out.

"At home it is already night..." - closing his eyes a bit, Hawkri aimed his palm in between the sun and the horizon.

"Okay, five fingers flat, means in an hour and a quarter it will be dark. Must find some torchwood." - said means done, if we're speaking of our hero.

But the Fate decided the other way.

"Oh my!" - Somebody (or rather somepony) squealed, galloping away. Carrying a huge bunch of firewood, Nick was not able to see, who.

"Hey! Hey!! Wait!" – dropping his luggage, he rushed after the screaming figure, that was dashing through the bushes towards the clearing in the thick wall of trees, where some hay-covered hut or, rather, a cottage was seen.

"Да чтоб тебя…Stop it, goddamn!" – murmured Hawkri in his native language under his breath, slamming his way through. All he could have seen was a yellowish hue of a coat and a bit of pink mane. Or was it a tail? He did not gave a fuck, he just needed to find out who was the pony who was brave enough to visit the Everfree by the nightfall time.

So, our hero heard a door slam shut, and dropped his speed, breathing heavily and pulling some spikes out of his anorak.

"Мать твою по бабушке…" - he spat out again, lighting a cigarette.

A quick glance into the pack stated, that they were not coming over. Another pleasant surprise. But okay, this was the magical world of multicolored talking horses.

Sorry, ponies.

After throwing the useless butt away, Nick noticed a mailbox near the small bridge, settled over the creek.

"Fluttershy. Daaayum…" - he whistled before coming up to the door and knocking as gently as he could. Nevertheless, his ragged fists packed quite a punch, and door was shaking feverously.

"GO AWAY!!!" – Now that was one hell of a volume. After shaking that off his head, Hawkri knocked again, now with one knuckle and called out:

"Fluttershy? Hawkri here…"

"GET THE HAY OUT OF HERE!!! I AM… Who was it, again?" – the door opened ever so slightly, revealing one scare-filled eye and a patch of curtain-like mane.

"Hawkri." – Our hero tried to put on his most friendly smile and waved a hand.

"Oh… Okay… Well, maybe you will come in?.." – Fluttershy murmured so quietly, that she was even barely heard.

"If you’re, umm, okay with that?"

"Sure. Thank you." – squatting slightly, Hawkri climbed inside the comfortable cottage.

"Flutters… Are you okay with that?"

"Yes…" - a sheepish answer came out.

"Alright. Hey, don’t be so shy! I am totally okay with that. Well, I was wondering – what were you doing in the forest by the nightfall? Presuming that this place is kind of… unwelcoming?"

Fluttershy purred out something purely unintelligible, hiding behind her mane.

"Guess, you were just walking. Твою же дивизию…" - Hawkri let out a weary sigh, polishing his glasses against his T-shirt.

So it was quiet. As quiet as it could be in a house full of creatures of all sorts. Mice were playing on the table, various birds were chirping up in their ceiling-mounted nests – one jaybird had even landed onto Hawkri’s shoulder, looking curiously into his face with its bead-eye.

"Kinda dark it gets here". – no answer.

"Она вообще живая, ёб твою мать?" – lighting a candle and putting some more light to the place, Hawkri went out to the porch for some smoke.

The growling of his stomach, however, seemed to bring Fluttershy out of her trance.

"Are you hungry?!" – she leapt up and rushed towards some kind of buffet, scurrying through the shelves.

"Yeah, kinda, but I am…" - Nick’s words were ignored, as Fluttershy has already planted a small bowl, filled with something that reminded a cat food. The dry one.

"Ну пиздец…" - Hawkri took a sniff, put one into the mouth. Nothing like a jerked meat. And it has brought a desert-like draught into his mouth.

"Gawddammit, Fwuttewshy! Pweaz, ah need wata!"

"What, sorry?"

"WATA!!!"

"Water?" – Fluttershy gasped and grabbed a carafe of water, passing it to the dying of thirst Hawkri.

Downing half a carafe in one gulp, our hero let out a content sigh.

"Thanks for the effort, Shy, but I can handle myself." – producing a strip of meat from his backpack, he began gnawing at it, chewing and munching.

"Okay… Hawkri, was it?"

"Yup."

"Maybe you could stay for the night?.. It’s kinda dark already, and you are… If you’re okay with that?"

"Appreciate the invitation, Shy, but I’m…" - Nick was stopped mid-sentence, startled with the Stare he was given. No shit, man, that was a capital "S" Stare.

"Okay. :3" – if he ever could fold his ears downwards and pull his tail between his legs – he would have done it this instant. But alas, his ears remained untouched by the sides of his head, and an non-existent tail was lolling from side to side in a mocking manner.

"Твою дивизию…" - was all he could muster under his breath while Fluttershy was making him a makeshift bed.

This is going to be a long night…

Chapter 2: The Storm Is Brewing

Hawkri was last seen in a cottage of Fluttershy, right? And so, this was one cliffhanger for him. On the one hand, he sure could have managed himself. On the other, the Stare scared him shitless. Counting that nothing in the world could have made our hero startled, this one was now officially beyond weird.

Nevertheless, though, as the Sun rose slightly above the horizon, Hawkri was already all set. He sneaked his way to the cottage door, making sure he doesn’t make the slightest noise.

"Да ну его нахуй, такое гостеприимство…" - he murmured to himself, clearly understanding what a jerk he is right now. Still, he never gave a single fuck.

The trickiest part was to get out without accidentally stepping onto animals, scattered all across the floor, sleeping. But, with the help of an unknown evil deity, without any doubt, he managed to complete this ultimate quest and to get the hay out of this creepy, but hospitable house.

"Daaaaaayyyyum~" - he sighed out, stretching his back and lighting a cigarette; the day was only beginning, and the morning dew was all over the grass. Some kind of a small town, or rather, a big village, laid underneath, coated with night fog. Jutting from the very chest of Mother Earth, as a spike, was some kind of a towering mountain. Squinting his eyes ever so slightly, Hawkri found out that there was some kind of a railway, leading to a gingerbread-like castle, built right on the mountain slope.

"Ну охуеть теперь…" - smirked our hero, spitting away the cigarette butt and strolling carelessly towards the settlement in front of him.

Yet, his easy stride was interrupted with something pretty unusual. An envelope, wrapped into the rough brown paper, had fallen right to his feet, making him jump with unexpected irritant.

"Dafuq it came from?" – our hero’s inquiry was immediately satisfied, as another, similar envelope had landed to his head. Not that heavy – like a stack of letters, or something alike – but it made Nick pissed off rather seriously.

"Да мать твою ёб, что за хуета тут творится?!" – spitting out such potent swears, he produced his knife – a curved, claw-like blade and took a stand, ready to slice and dice.

But of no avail, as a gray Pegasus mare landed before him. She was sporting twin brown saddlebags with a large letters “Equestria Mail” on them. Her long blonde mane and matching tail were flowing in the light morning breeze, and the tattoo of bubbles was proudly displayed on her flank.

UNF! DAT ASS!! Uhm, sorry, where was I?

"Hey, mister – sorry, I dropped some… You ‘kay?" – the mailmare demanded, turning her head to Nick and pouting slightly as if in remorse. He would have even believed her – but he never gave a fuck, for instance. And second, the mare had a disorder with her eyes. Beautiful, amber-colored eyes – but one of them was turned to the sky, as another was taking its natural place. This one looked creepy, as if the mare was trying to keep an eye on both the sky and the ground. Sadly, she was not a chameleon.

"I’m all peachy. Are you?" – our hero ate his swear and handed the Pegasus her envelope. Something was so much touching in her disorder. Yet, he wasn’t here to help poor derped ponies. He shouldn’t have been here at the first place. So the mission of our hero was kind of clear – to get the fuck out of here by any means.

"I’m Ditzy Doo, but everypony call me Derpy!" – the voice of a recent assailant drew Hawkri from his deep thoughts. Derpy, huh? Well, that hit the spot – she was just beaming.

"Hawkri. Or call me Nick. Whatever." – Nick shrugged off such nonsense as his very fucking own name. He was not intended on making friends or some like that. Not like he hated ponies. No, he liked them as they love animals, but nothing more. Every time he saw a pony, he caught himself at the thought he would pack it with steroids and vitamins till it won’t grow to a normal horse size.

Yet, this is all another story.

"Nice to meet you, Hawkri! Wanna muffin? "– bubbled Derpy, handing a baked goodie to our hero. Like, seriously – a muffin. Fair-sized, still warm, lemon-scented muffin! Enough to make the mouth water and mind flood with the images of steaming cup of hot coffee and a cigarette. Like, perfect preppy breakfast.

"Much obliged… Der… Ditzy." – our hero may have swallowed a lump in his throat – presuming he gave a fuck. But he did not. Putting a muffin into his backpack, he addressed the mailmare, poking her slightly into the forehead with his thumb:

"Hey, Derpy – what the f-*cough!* is this settlement? What’s it called?"

"Oh, there? There’s Canterlot!" – a Pegasus waved her hoof easily towards the mountain-built castle.

"Wha??" – Hawkri was so dumbfounded, that he had facepalmed like a goofball. Nevertheless, he quickly regained himself and turned the mare’s head towards the small village down in the valley.

"I’ve meant this one."

"Oh! That’s Ponyville! See there – there’s my house!" – Derpy was simply rejoiced, smiling with a cute squee.

Shit, I wanna rip her damn head off, our hero thought to himself. If they call this a house – what is the shack then?

"Okay, Der… Ditzy! I presume, you have some rounds to do, eh?"

"Yup…" - the mare obviously lost much of her vigor with the reminding of her job. She sure wanted to goof off with a strange bipedal asshat, which dropped by all of a sudden.

"Well then, I’ll go! Okay? If I need everything – I’ll come see ya! ‘Kay?" – our hero smiled, as if he was talking to a mentally retarded child, and waved a hand. – "See ya!"

" ‘kay..."

“Goddamn it. I must go back home, cornsarn it!” – Hawkri mused to himself, irritated and munching on an apple he accidentally snatched from the stall when an orange pony with blonde mane and tail, sporting a Stetson hat and a three apple tattoo on her ass. Unf! Dat booty~

Well, our hero’s mind quickly drifted back to his troubling issue rather than horse arses. And that was that his homeland was fuck knows where. So, he had to find a way to get back to this fuck knows where.

"Блядь, ну вообще роскошно! Застрять тут, блядь, когда дома еще охуеллион дел! Все, ребята, я так не играю! Бля!..." – the rant was stopped short, as Nick was knocked down with something fluffy, pink and extremely puffy. This something simply bounced up and down, blabbering something unintelligible and flashing a bright cyan eyes.

"Blllllppp!!! Blllrt!! Blllrt-bllp?"

"Dafuq?" – for the second time this very day, our hero was acting like a total goofball. This is a damn record! Someone, call for a Guinness team!

"BLLLLLLRRRT!!" – the pink fluffy something blew a raspberry to Nick and took off at a significant speed.

"Пиздец какой-то…" - standing up and dusting himself off, Hawkri beheld the pity remnants of an apple with a sorrow. This was a good one!

"Срань Господня, блядь." – he spat, lit a cigarette and continued his track around the market square.

By the end of the day he had a balance of a couple of coin-filled pouches, one ragged fist and a black eye. Not bad! Speaking of someone who was feeling really bad… Some Minotaur shithead thought he was good enough to flip his shit at Nick. Too bad for him.

So, counting his plunder and touching his bruised eye, our hero smiled and led his steps to some kind of coffee shop.

"Cappuccino, triple shot! I want it rock hard!" – he bellowed, scaring the shit out of a lanky stallion behind the counter.

"W-would you like something to eat with that, s-sir? W-we hav-ve th-the f-finest Apple family treats…" - the barista looked like he was going to shit himself.

"Speaking of which!" – Hawkri produced a carefully wrapped muffin. – "I will eat this one. Just heat it up a bit, ‘kay? Keep the change, by the way." – a pouch slammed against the counter with a metal clanging.

The barista’s eyes widened in shock:

"S-sir, this one is a bit too much bits for a coffee…"

"Consider this as a bonus for my good mood." – Nick grinned sinisterly, sending the poor stallion almost in a state of shock.

He turned as pale as a snow, which was visible even on his cream-colored coat.

"Y-yes, sir. Please, make yourself at home."

"I will, numbnuts. Where’s da toilet?"

Stallion had shown the way, trembling feverously. He had almost fainted. Poor fellow.

After making his exterior a bit more appealing to the situation, Hawkri went back to his table and took a sip of potent, spiked a bit with a Irish Cream, coffee.

"I never asked for liquors!"

"Th-this one is on the house, sir!"

" 'kay, I can get used to it…" - extending his legs, man leaned back in a comfortable sofa and lit a cigarette. Muffin scents wafted all around, making him more and more hungry by the minute.

Couple of minutes passed, and our hero was dragged out of his Nirvana by the ringing doorbell and the soft clip-clopping of hooves against the floor.

There was Fluttershy, along with some crazy-looking pink mare. Damn, such a pink hue made Hawkri’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets and goof around. But that was not the very upmost trouble.

The pink shithead never stopped babbling and bouncing, like she was high or something. Her puffy and curly mane and matching tail bounced all around, and stray hair flown all around the air.

"Aaarr… aaaarr… ATSCHOO!! Ебануться!" – Hawkri swore, dragging a long, curled, pink hair out of his nostril. – "Это уже, бля, слишком!"

"Hey, you there!" – ponies in the café looked around to find out, whom is addressing this brute. "Yeah, you, with the balloons on arse!"

"I’m Pinkie Pie! And you?! Gosh, I am so glad to see the new face around here, I could just BLAST!!" – the last word this hyperactive, probably meth-snorted ponylike menace screeched at the very top of her lungs, aside from her high-pitched, rattling manner of speaking. To complete the picture of the obliteration around, she produced out of nowhere a large cannon and fired it.

“BOOM!” – and Hawkri was all covered in streamers, glitters, balloons and other party-related rubbish.

"Ну пиздец, ну попал." – he hissed to himself, dragging some streamers out of his coffee.

"Well, Pinkie Pie, I am Hawkri Pie, and I am kind of irritated with loud sounds and noisy mares." – the amount of venom in this phrase could have killed an elephant right away, but Pinkie never mentioned.

"Hawkri? Wow!! What kind of name is Hawkri?? Is it like “Hawks cry” or a “Crying Hawk” or…"

"It’s like “Hawk” and “Kankri”." – our hero felt his brain swelling, as if it was going to blast any second and stain all around in gore. No way.

"Wow!!!" – wheezed Pinkie Pie, her eyes a size of saucers.

"Okay, Pinkie, if there are no objections…"

"Um… Hawkri? "– a familiar tiny, barely audible voice hit man’s ears. He shrunk, as if waiting for a hard blow.

The latter never followed, as Shy approached our hero as carefully as if he was an armed warhead.

"If you’ve found the corpse – it wasn’t me! The gun is planted, the drugs are my prescribed remedies, here is the receipt, and the massacre is nothing to do with it!!"

"Eh…" - the look of astonished Fluttershy planted a seed of remorse for being such a goofball into Hawkri’s mind. However, it was doomed to stay a seed for, like, eternity.

"I was just wondering… if you could come with us… so that girls would come to know you… if you’re okay with that…" - the yellow Pegasus’ voice was gradually coming down and down, until the last sentence was a barely audible whisper. Like a nonexistent gust of wind.

"Nah. I gotta get outta here back to my place. And right now am eating a muffin and enjoying myself, so – excuse me." – Perfectly satisfied with his own answer, Hawkri leant backwards and downed the remaining coffee, complete with the almost cold muffin. This one was good, one had to admit. Near perfect, as they say.

"Burp~ - d’aw, shit, I’m sorry." – Nothing indicated that a single pony believed in such bullshit, but Hawkri needed no appreciation. He had stuff to do and the first point in the checklist was a small joyride to Canterlot. Or whatever it was.

"Хуякс-хуякс – еще хомякс!" – our hero, now sated, chimed to himself, slightly dancing like a moron, making his way to the station. He also managed to snatch a couple more pouches, so he was not such a hobo or a fare-dodger. Nay, he was supposed to pay for himself, even if he borrowed a little from some ponies. He never gave a single fuck. Well, as usual.

"One ticket to Canterlot, please". – He handed a handful of bits to the cashier.

Seeing the astonished look on a pony’s muzzle, he added: "И пошевеливайся, манда корноухая!"

After finally getting the demanded, he boarded the train and produced a compass from his pocket.

"Бля… Не работает!" – indeed, the needle was swirling all round the circle – like the north itself decided to play hide-and-seek and left his natural position.

" 'kay, either it is another magnetic field in here; either I am just a dumb fuck." – The second option was also available, but never considered, of course.

It was a long and tiring ride. Twice Hawkri went to the tambour to smoke, and twice also he felt like drifting to slumber.

Strange thoughts were crowding in the back of his mind, blocked well with the wall of Not Giving A Single Fuck:

“Why do I act like a complete asshole?”

“Those ponies deserved nothing like these – hospitable and nice, never seen a judging glance.”

“This is kind of not like me, firsthand. And still, I am the representative of a human race. I simply must stop being such an asshat.”

Those righteous thoughts, that began a sneaky diversion in our hero’s mind, were, alas, harshly interrupted, as somepony – an aging stallion, with dark-blue coat and a black with white locks mane dropped a coffer onto Hawkri’s leg.

"Fuck!! Are there fucking bricks in there?!" – our hero wheezed, pulling his traumatized limb from under the heavy luggage.

"I am so sorry, sir, I’ve tripped, and…"

"Говна наебни, дядя!" – flipping a bird to the stallion, Hawkri grinned nastily. This seemed enough for him, and he, satisfied with his revenge, turned to the window and closed his eyes, drifting to the dreamless slumber.

"Canterlot! Everypony off the train!" – Conductor’s voice called out, covering the screech of brakes and the sighing of steam. Hawkri leapt up from his slumber, trying to figure out just anything.

"Wha? Мам, сегодня же у меня выходной… Aw, okay. I’m here, am I?" – he addressed his own reflection in the carriage window. Reflection told nothing, sporting a familiar sneer and a ruffled hair. Never bothered him the slightest, of course.

So, pulling up his pants, Hawkri stepped into the world of haughty rich assholes and the fancy exteriors, hiding an unpleasant interior.

"Looks like capital, I say!" – he exclaimed, turning his head around to see the architecture.

It truly was fabulous. This was a kind of a small megapolis for the ponyfolk, the center of the whole Empire of Equestria.

Alas, our hero was so amazed with the scenery, that he accidentally bumped into something.

"Watch your step, plebs!" – an arrogant stallion - a rare kind of jerk, judging by the frown – looked at Hawkri from upside down, even though he was, as Hawkri stated, “sniffing my belly button”.

"My bad, sorry." – our hero tried to kiss and make up, but the arrogant asshat never let him.

"Do you even expect, who am I?"

"Don’t have the slightest idea." – “You’ll become a dog meat, if you won’t shut the fuck up.”, thought our hero to himself.

"I am Duke Saddleton!" – was it a name? Or a title? Or all at once?

"Ну и мудила… Okay, your Snobbery – I am Nick Hawkri, the Ambassador of Mankind. Any questions?"

Duke seemed to deflate a bit. Looked again at Hawkri – outgrown bristle, black eye, camo pants, old anorak, worn T-shirt, heavy trekking boots – and smirked nastily.

"Can I see your insignia then, your Grace?"

"No, you cannot." – with a quick step up to the Duke, Hawkri pummeled him hard into the jaw. The haughty asshat hadn’t even had time to squeak, as he was already on the ground, opening and closing his mouth, as a fish out of water. The resemblance was quite picturesque, due to the nearly popped out eyes.

Nick crouched near the noble menace:

"Back in my place, we eat those like you. Copy that, dog meat?" – and, turning his back to the beaten opponent, our hero made his way further, lighting a cigarette.

"Терпеть не могу таких заносчивых мудозвонов. Бесят просто."

Day passed rather peacefully. If saying peaceful you’ll consider no fights, no tomfoolery on the central city square and no runaways from the angry mob. Because speaking of our hero – rather peaceful meant exactly the latter.

Escaping a full-fledged stampede, he jumped over the tall fence, landing right into the hedge.

"Айябляаа!!!" – falling off helped none, as well, and after exerting his vast arsenal of swears in multiple languages, Nick finally managed to get out. Leaving a shreds of anorak and pieces of his own skin on the spikes, he rolled out and was stopped short by the voice. Low, but feminine and soft nevertheless.

"And what are you doing here, fair sir? "

Before Hawkri stood a tall pony, sporting along with the horn a pair of folded wings, small black coronet and a collar-like harness. Her mane and tale were flowing at the nonexistent wind and looked like some nebula in the night sky. Looked awesome.

"Err, just trying to escape the stampede. Sorry, miss…"

"Luna. Princess Luna." – the tone of the royal voice never changed, but a great power was to be heard behind it.

"Лучше ее не злить…" - muttered our hero, dusting him off and kneeling on a right knee before the royalty.

"Princess, my name is Nick Hawkri. Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine. We’ve heard that you have attacked the Duke Saddleton, is that so?" – Luna cocked her head to the side in amusement.

"Yeah. That ballshitter got what he deserved." – Hawkri stretched himself, smiling to the Princess of the Night.

To his bemusement, this statement only made Luna giggle in a silver bell-like manner.

"How right you are, fair sir! He was one rare jerk. Just you don’t say Celestia about that. She would not understand."

"Er, ‘kay, yer Highness. Just one question – who the f… err, who is Celestia?"

"My sister and the Princess of the Sun, of course!" – another fit of laughter from Luna stunned Hawkri completely.

" ‘kay, milady… Hey, what for the everloving fuck’s sake is that?!" – Nick exclaimed in a state of thrill, as he approached a rather ugly statue of a strange creature.

It had long, snake-like body, slightly pony-like head with two mismatching horns jutting from it, a lion’s paw and an eagle’s claw for the upper limbs and the goat’s hoof and a dragon’s paw – for the lower. The picture was complete with the long tail with a tuft at the end and an unkempt goatie.

"This is Discord, the Draconequus, embodiment of Chaos and most hated foe to all of Equestria." – Luna’s features darkened for a second, as she approached Hawkri from behind, wings flaring.

"Unf, those are massive… Well, Princess – as for me he looks like a joke of a drunk scarecrow maker and a blind seamstress, who patched this pieceashit up with one left leg." – Hawkri knocked the statue with his knuckles. Solid rock. Well shit!

"I wish it was true. But since we’ve last turned him into the stone, he used the power of disharmony and discord to reincarnate. Many chaos was wreaked, and if not for the Elements of Harmony – I do not even know how could we have had possibly get him down again."

"Helements of Armory?" – sneered our hero, blowing his nose onto the lawn.

"Such recklessness. No, the Elements of Harmony – Magic, Honesty, Loyalty, Laughter, Generosity and Kindness. These belong to the six ponies of Ponyville."

"Well, how about the Element of Not Giving A Fuck? :3" – Luna frowned at that, but remained her dignity for long enough to not get Hawkri’s ass right there.

She was so close, Nick’s guts were always right about the fact. Or either they were a shitty augur. Best to hope for the latter!

" ‘kay, missus Moon Pony, I gotta get back to Ponyville. Guess my joyride is all over. See ya around!" – waving a hand to the Princess, Hawkri made a brave attempt to assault the fence he got here through.

Luna was watching him with interest, as if he was an interesting animal – exotic and unknown.

After a minute of huffing, swearing and one accidental fart, Hawkri managed to disappear behind the fence.

"FUCK!!!" – was all Luna heard before the sound of multiple hoofs avalanched down on her.

"This is a brewing storm, Discord. Mark my words." – The Princess slowly trotted away to the castle.

And so nopony seen, that the small chunk of stone fell away from the statue right where our hero knocked it.