Bacchus and Benjy

*Author's Note* Thank you to the real authors that have helped my story become better than i could have ever possibly made it.  I appreciate all your help guys.

Chapter 1

“How long is this supposed to take again?” Benjy asks across from me.  “We aren’t goin to get there till early tomorrow". I state. “hmmph”

My names Bacchus, an earth pony from the city of Manehattan.  I’m one of the largest colts I’ve ever met. I’ve got a dark red body with short, and dark orange hair.  I’m also fairly husky… And by husky I mean fat.  I’m not way overweight, but… Well whatever.  Benjy is fairly fit Pegasus on the other hoof.  Everything about him is green, from his light green body to his long dark green hair with stripes of a lighter green every so often. The only thing not green is his Cutie Mark, an art palette.

My Cutie Mark on the other hoof is a tankard. I’m the pony that found out how to make alcohol completely on purpose and without anypony else’s help!  Ha!  Not really. Actually, all of this came to pass because of my best friend and assistant Benjy.  If not for his carelessness of leaving a barrel of cider in the shed, and letting it mature I would have never found my talent for getting everypony drunk and happy.

And that’s why I’m here on a train from Appaloosa to Ponyville, looking for an apple distributor so I can keep up with the demand.  Appaloosa was a bust! Apparently, they have some sort of deal with the buffalo and can’t spare the apples.

“And then there was another mare that had on this really sexy looking dress, and she was on stage dancing to the hick music they were playing” I snap back to my conversation with Benjy.

I turn back to him and say “Dood, how can you hit on every mare that comes across your path?”

“Easy, I’m not a repressed pony like yourself.”

“I don’t know how you get any mares with that stupid face of yours!”

We both laugh at each other.  This is what it’s always been like with us.  Giving each other crap so we can pull each other up.

This one time at a bar (that we helped build up in popularity with my magical elixir), Benjy picked up this awfully loud unicorn in a ridiculous cape and hat and managed to convince her to come back to our apartment.  I decided to give them some privacy till morning, and when I got back she was on her way out as I was on my way in.

I asked him how his night was, and he simply replied “How could you let me go home with that?” From then on I’ve been referring to his, in hoof quotes, sexual prowess as “great and powerful.”  He hates being reminded, but it makes me laugh my flank off.

As I stare out the window of the train, I can only hope we strike some delicious apple gold in this next town.  As I start to go to sleep, I can already here Benjy’s snoring.

“Tomorrow is going to be a good day”. I say to nopony in particular.  As I dream I start to see wonderful images of a new distillery, a new workshop, and a whole bunch of fillies Benjy hasn’t ruined by hitting on em.

I jolt awake as soon as the train stops.  I then knock Benjy awake “Hey jackass, wake up! I need help with these good faith barrels of hard cider.”

He glares at me for a second and responds “I ain’t your workpony! I’m your assistant, and your friend. Do it your own self.”

I sigh as I, after several tries; hitch up the cart holding the booze.  “Well then, let’s go meet this Apple family and see if we finally have a supplier.”  We exit the train and as we do all I can hear, apart from the train, is somepony yelling in a thick southern accent.

“Big Mac! Big Mac!”

I trudge off the train, and the last thing I see before getting tackled into my own cart is a flash of orange and a Stetson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJO58JItZt8 (you’re welcome everypony)

I jump back in surprise, and my head collides into one of the barrels and I see the orange blotch on top of me as the birdies start to spin.  I then shake my head as the image comes into view.

“Y’all ain’t Big Mac!”

“I’m sorry, I guess?”

She looks a wee bit embarrassed as she climbs off me “sorry bout that, Ah’m AppleJack and Ah’m lookin for mah big bro.”

I start to stand up, and try to respond “All good, I’m Bacchus and I’m…” That’s as far as I got.  As I slip into darkness as a try to stand up.  I dream of apples... What a wonderful smell.

“Well whose fault do you think it is!?!”  I hear my brony friend yell.  I hear a tomboyish voice answer in the exact same decibel range

“DO YOU THINK IT’S HERS!?”

“WELL YEAH!”

I drag myself up, and inspect the damage in a nearby mirror “not too bad” I say aloud. It’s just a bandage around my head.  As I look around, I try to find my bearings

Books!  Lots of books!

Everywhere, along the walls, in a pile on the floors, even in little piles on the steps.

I wobble a bit as I get up off of this… (I check) couch, it’s a couch

I then wander towards the voices, this yelling really isn’t helping this headache and it’s time to get a few answers.

I see Benjy exchanging words with a cyan colored pegasus with a rainbow mane.

“Hey can you all keep it down for a bit? I was having this wonderful dream about apples and I’d really enjoy finishing it.”

They both stop arguing and turn to me.  Benjy flies over to me and gives me a hoofbump. “Welcome back to consciousness my brother”

“Where are we? A book depository or something?”

A voice to my side answers “You’re in my home, the Ponyville library. My name is Twilight Sparkle.  My friends brought you here after your *ahem* accident.”