Colt's Club

I inhale through the cigarette letting my lungs fill up as I release blowing smoke into the air. Paramedics and police swarm around the area like a nest of angry bees. I wipe the blood of my busted lip and past the cig over to Feather Weight. He took a drag then threw it down on the porch of the old shack. No one spoke, no one needed to for what happened here. In fact all anypony ever did was ask the same question over and over again. 'What exactly happened between you young stallions?'. Well I'll tell you what happened with every little detail unfurled.

-3 days earlier-

I lifted the heavy hay bale and dropped it by the barn of the Apple family orchard. I looked back at where the pile was. I didn't see a single shred of hey left as I looked by at the barn to reflect on what I did.

"Amazing." I thought out loud, praising myself.

I looked to the farm house and saw Big Mac, shirtless as always when he works, leaning against one of the wooden pillars that hold the unsteady porch roof.

I called over to him. "Oi! Mac! I got the work done!"

He looked up and started walking my way. I checked over my work one more time to insure that I did a well enough job. When he was within range he studied my work, like Princess Twilight studies her literature. He looked up at me with a wide smile on his face.

He began to praise me. "Mighty fine job ya did there, young stallion!" He patted me on the back and gave a hardy laugh along with it. "Well anyway you did the job here's your payment.

He through me a sack of bits and I was about to walk off when he called my name.

"Rumble!"

I spun around to see what he needed.

"Ah'm going down to this old shack and drinkin' some booze. You wanna join in?" He asked.

I pondered and toyed with the subject, then I decided, on a condition of course. "Can I bring a few friends?" I asked.

He remained silent for a good three to four seconds before answering. "Not too many Ah only have so much."

"Awesome! See ya tonight Mac!" And with that we parted ways.

I ran to Feather Weight's house. Of course he agreed. We've been best friend's since we were foals and we still are. So after that we had to deal with the tricky part, Spike. It took a lot of convincing but me and Feather Weight have glib tongues so I guess it works like that!

"You sure this is the place?" said Spike, looking a bit nervous.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure it is." I said trying to reassure him.

We stood before a small shack in front of a hill in a wooded area. The shack had three windows, and a door. The shack was covered in moss and there appeared to be a flickering light inside. I walked up to the door and knocked. Big Mac immediately answered the door.

"Guys! Yur here! come in, come in!" He cleared the doorway and we entered.

The shack could fit a good five ponies inside, it had a lantern on a barrel in the left corner of the shack to light up the area. Of course this was followed by a fishing net hanging from the ceiling, some crates, a canoe, a twelve pack of beer and a half empty bottle of whisky. None of that surprised us, but what did surprise was the fact that there were magazine after magazine of PlayPony everywhere!

"So, do ya guys like?" after that he tossed us each a beer, me and Feather Weight opened ours but Spike set his to the side, figures.

I replied. "A bit crowded but a good place to hang out if your down or just wanting to hang."

He took a sip of his beer and looked at me. "So Rumble, How's yur brother? I haven't seen him since he joined Wonderbolts."

I smiled and chuckled a bit. "Doing better then he was five years ago.

Everypony laughed, this is good. Just a nice little hangout for us.

"Ya now Feather Weight, I could help you build up some muscles if you want? So people don't look at you like a wimp." He offered him.

"Uh, no thanks Big Mac, I prefer the way I am now." Feather Weight said, declining.

We sat around chatting about a multitude of topics. 'Did you see the newest Wonderbolts show?', 'How's your family?', and some ghost stories. Then Mac decided to bring up something rather genius at the time. He passed the whiskey bottle to Spike who declined and passed it to Me. I took a sip. Too strong for me.

Big Mac started a new topic. "Hey guys, ah have an amazing Idea!"

Spike looked at him. "What is it Big Mac?"

Mac began. "Ah'm thinkin we start a group, like a type of club! So you guys in?"

I smiled. "Well I've been bored recently. Why not, Mac!"

Feather Weight agreed. "Yeah, I think It'll be cool!"

Spike pondered around the subject for a bit. "I guess so."

Big Macintosh smiled, which for some reason made me cringe. "Alright guys! Then its settled. We meet tomorrow!"

We all agreed to meet the following day, but that look on his face when he smiled. It was almost, sadistic looking. I decided to shrug it off and head home for dinner. Even though I've known Big Mac for years, I'm starting to feel uneasy.