Colt's Club

"So what are we going there today?" Featherweight asked in an excited tone.

"I dunno Featherweight, I'm a little hungover from the night before." I told him, of course I was lying. It's just that stare that Big Mac gave off when we left sent shivers down my spine, it was creepy.

I turned my head to ask Spike. "What about you Spike?"

Spike nodded cautiously. We then agreed to head back there that night to hang out with Big Mac. I went through my day as usual. Hang out with friends, mess with trumpet, clop, hang out with friends again, followed by further clopping. The sun was about to go down when Featherweight and Spike knocked on my door. My brother answered before I had a chance to. My brother is in the Wonderbolts. He's going to be the next leader after Rainbow Dash of course.

Thunderlane opened the door and was shocked to see them. "How may I help you today?" He asked as polite as he possibly could.

I rushed to the door pushing Thunderlane out of the way, which made him give out a short 'Hey!'. "Hey Rumble! Your ready to go?" Spike asked.

I nodded excitedly and we took off to the Apple farm. Once we got there we went down the wooded area and reached our destination. Big Mac of course, was waiting for us. He was on the porch waving. We immediately went into the small shack and began discussing many things like beer and naked mares. You know, colt stuff.

"So then ah told em 'GET THE BUCK OFF MY FARM!' eeyup, scared him off mighty quick." Mac said finishing a story.

"Hilarious Mac, hilarious." I replied while the other guys were sucking down booze and reading 'Play Pony'.

"Eeyup, say do ya guys wanna see somethin' special?" He asked with a devious tone.

Spike sucked down the rest of his drink and was immediately interested. "Like what?"

"Oh, you'll see." He reached down inside a bucket and pulled out a gun.

I knew something was wrong, I just knew it and now our life's are going to be taken in a shack. He raised the gun to my head and smiled viciously. This was it. My time to go. Bye Thunderlane, Mom, and Dad. I'll miss you all. Big Mac lowered the gun and laughed.

"Wow you are so gullible! And teh think that you though you were gonna get shot in the face for no reason at all!" He laughed fore a good ten seconds then his amusement faded. "Phew, ah that was good. Say do y'all wanna shoot targets?" He asked.

We carefully nodded. The events that just unfurled then made us nervous. But that feeling left us when Mac taught us how to use a gun then proceeded to shoot beer bottles for a good hour and a half. The day seemed to be fulfilled and everypony was going home when suddenly I felt something metallic touch the back of my head and and a deep voice go. "I reckon you don't move. All of ya don't move."