Banned From Equestria

Section III: Life In Ponyville

I woke up the next day and greeted Pinkie Pie with a morning breakfast. Today was also the day I began work. It was hard to believe a solid week had passed since I first came here, and so much has happened. At the end of my shift, I kissed Pinkie goodbye and trotted on over to the Boutique. I was curious to see if Rarity had produced any suitable clothing for stallions. When I got there, Applejack stormed out, saying “Are ya’ kiddin’ me? Calls me a “no-good workhorse!” I’ll git her back…” I jumped in front of AJ and tried to see what the problem was. She simply huffed and said “Hey there, red feller. Just a little argument with ole’ Rarity back there.” She motioned with her hoof, “Happens all the time. Why, I’ll bet we’ll be friends again in a few hours!” she smiled at the prospect and trotted to her apple stand.

I went inside to speak to Rarity. When I went inside, I saw that small purple dragon. “Hi there.” I greeted.

“What do you want?” the dragon asked.

“I don’t think you ever told me your name. What is it?” I asked.

He told me, perhaps for the second time, it was Spike. I greeted him and asked where Rarity went. He suddenly got very defensive and said “Why? Why do you wanna know where Rarity is? Huh? HUH?!” he said, getting up in my face. I pushed him aside with a hoof and told him that I just wanted to see her inventory. He raised an eyebrow, then called for Rarity, who came out of one of the back rooms along with Sweetie Belle.

“Hello, Earth. What can we help you with?” Rarity asked me. I asked her if she had any new inventory for stallions. She thought about it and then said “Aha! I do have one shipment for stallions! But…” she fumbled around with a nearby hat. “I’m afraid I’m dreadfully too busy to take care of it at the moment.”

She looked down. Spike was about to say something when I broke in and said “I’d be happy to get the shipment for you, Rarity.” Her eyes widened, while Spike fumed at the mouth.

Sweetie Belle jumped in front of her older sister and asked “Ooh! Can I go to, Rarity? Pleeeeease? Maybe I’ll get a cutie mark! Like, a helpers cutie mark or something!” Rarity thought about it, and told Sweetie Belle she could tag along. Spike also volunteered to come. With that, we three left the Boutique, heading off for Appleoosa.

We took a train, but unfortunately it was announced the railroad directly to Appleoosa was under heavy repairs. We departed at the closest station there and prepared for about a thirty mile hike to Appleoosa. It was pretty uneventful, and once we hit the fifteen mile mark we decided to call it quits and set up camp. I felt as if I had a duty to protect the two young ones, so I offered to sleep outside while they slept in the tent. Spike and Sweetie eyed each other mischievously and agreed. For a few minutes I heard pure shenanigans going on in there as they told “spooky” stories and gossiped. They gradually kept getting quieter and quieter, until I could only hear a harsh, blowing sound. I closed my eyes, essentially asleep, when I heard a grunt. And then a moan.

Oh sweet Celestia, why now?

I covered my ears as the tent shook with a heavy force. Sweetie Belle’s soft moans echoed throughout the valley, which may have been pleasing to some of the other weirdo’s we passed by earlier, but was just thoroughly annoying me. Scowling at my idiotic decision to allow them both to sleep in the same tent, the only thing I could do was just cover my ears and grind my teeth in slight anger. I heard a few, final, strong thrusts and grunts before I finally had enough and yelled, “OH FOR CELESTIA’S SAKE!” Silence ensued, but I soon after heard slapping sounds, what sounded like licking, and then nothing.

“Thank GOD that ordeal is over” I whispered to myself, grimly smiling. I focused back on the fire, tending to it. It was rather cold outside, so I put all effort into making sure the fire stayed bright and warm. Noticing I had run out of kindling, I rummaged around in the bag to see if I could find anything. I felt paper, so I grabbed it and tossed it in the fire, not thinking to look what it was. As the paper burned, I looked at it more closely. I could make out small little lines and green and blue splotches. Further staring revealed to me it was the map I threw into the fire.

“Oh, NO!” I yelled silently.

I struggled to reach around in the fire to grab it, but found the heat too intense for me. As the map burned into a crisp, I glumly sat down.
Tomorrow is going to be a great day…