Author's Note

Well folks, this is Adagio’s entrance into the Vogonverse. Our former siren is off on an adventure in a land she’s going to have to learn about. I hope that all of you enjoy it. I also want to you please give some love to the other authors working on this:

Ron Jeremy Pony

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Yellow Rose of Texas

The chill in the air had a bite to it. The weather had turned cold, and Adagio could feel it biting through her her thin layer of clothes. She looked around and saw an alley. Moving into it, she found a stoop to get behind; she huddled herself into a near fetus position. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be adored, loved, pampered, and treated like a queen. Instead she was out here dirty, scrounging around for food, and she hadn’t found a thing.

It wasn't like this in the other world. The one where she lost to The Rainbooms. Though, even after her defeat, her peers accepted her. Even if it finally took some time. She had "friends", warmth, food, and everything she needed. Now, she had nothing but the tattered clothes on her back and broken shards of her gem. How did she get here? She didn't know. The ex-Dazzling could only sigh at her new situation and try to stay warm for the night.

“You know, if’n yer cold I could let you warm yerself inside,” a voice said.

She looked up at the owner to see what appeared to be a sweet old man, who was lacking fur, unlike her. She got up, walked toward the door and stepped into a room that felt so much better than outside.

“I... “ she started to say something when something poked her in the back.

“By the great Pastor Phelps, I caught one. Oh, I never expected it to be this easy. That any of you would be so trusting, and just waltz right into the spider’s lair. I guess that yer momma wasn’t keen on teachin’ ya not trust a book by it’s cover, huh?” he said.

“What… what are you going to do?” she asked.

She felt him grab an arm and something cold and hard wrapped around her wrist. She tried to pull away only to feel that thing push harder into her back.

“This is handheld scattergun, little lady. It will cut you in half if you piss me off. Now, give me your other hand,” he commanded.

She allowed him to grab it, and she felt the same cold and hard thing wrapping around that wrist.

“My Pa’s old lucky cuffs, and here I never thought that I would get to use them,” he said.

She moved her arms and found that they didn’t have too much slack.

“Please, I’ll leave; you won’t see me again,” she started before he came around to her front.

“Did I say you could talk?” he asked before he backhanded her.

She looked back at him, angry, hurt, and confused.

“Ya’ll are the problem ya know? All of ya… Ya’ll ain’t natural. God didn’t create creatures like ya. It was man, and man is sinful. I guess y’aint personally ta blame. Ya didn’t ask ta be made, but it don’t matter none. The only way I got of helping ya is to let the others purify ya,” he said.

She struggled with the cuffs and heard a small clink. She pulled again and this time the sound was louder.

“What in the hell are ya doing?!” he shouted as he aimed his scattergun.

Adagio ducked as he pulled the trigger ,and then she heard him cry out in pain. In an instant, she was up, running toward him and tackled him. He banged his head on something and went still. She pulled again and the clink happened once more before she felt her arms free. She pulled them around to see that one of the links in the chain between the… cuffs he’d called them, had broken. She looked around him and saw what looked like a tiny set of keys. She picked them up and looked at one. She put it into the hole in one of the cuffs and turned it. It opened ,and she did that to the other one.

She got up, looked around the room and noticed that what looked like a wallet was on a coffee table. She grabbed it, opened it, and found nothing inside of it. There was no bits, no bank notes, no nothing. She grumbled, and walked toward the door.

Once outside she felt the cold of the night around her. The biting chill hadn’t left, and it was waiting for her to return. She rubbed her arms, moved away from the building with the stoop and walked out into the night. She felt the wind now, stinging her face, hurting her eyes, and she felt like she wanted to cry. It was so cold, but she wasn’t about to just accept kindness again. That… jerk, he was going to do something horrible to her, and she wasn’t going to let him.

She walked a moment before seeing a diner.. The smell of something delicious, and hot, filled the air and caused her stomach to growl. She walked toward it, tried the door, and found it locked.

“Wait… What’s going on?!” she tried the door again, and this time a small screen lit up.

“To access: press thumb into the red print icon,” words flashed across it.

She looked at her thumb, pressed it into the small red groove and heard the door unlatch. She walked inside and felt the warm air, and she could smell something amazing hanging around in the air. There was another stallion in here, sort of a caramel colored one, who also lacked fur. She looked around and noticed that there was dozens of small glass windows with choices of things to eat. She saw a slice of pizza, a soda, and what looked like a piece of cake. She grabbed the bottom of the window and tried to lift it up, yet the little window didn't want to budge at all for her.

She could hear her stomach growling at her. The need for food was there. She looked towards the stallion and noticed that he had a canvas bag with him. This would be her only shot to fill her stomach. Whether it contained food or money, she needed that bag. She took a moment to build her resolve before stealthily approaching the stallion; he didn't seem to know she was there yet.

'If only I had my powers,’ she thought to herself, ‘I wouldn't be in this situation...'

Her stealth turned into a frozen stance as the stallion turned his head slightly. Still, he didn't see her; she continued walking. Soon, she was close enough; the bag within her grasps. Her heart began to beat faster as her hand reached for the bag. Once she had the strap in her hand, the thought of how the situation was "too easy" ran through her mind. Yet before she could react, she felt another hand grasp her wrist.

"Ya' know...I haven't dealt with many thieves in town. On my metal yard, of course, "The stallion said as he turned in his seat, "Anyway, I would turn ya in to the cops, but seeing as I dislike 'em..."

The stallion stopped speaking once he laid eyes on Adagio. He stared at her in disbelief. A little too long for Adagio's comfort. Slowly, he let go of her wrist, rubbed his eyes, and looked back. Adagio was debating whether she should take his bag and run, yet opted to stay. This stallion had an aura of trustworthiness and hardship.

"Are you going to say something or...?" Adagio spoke.

"You're...you're..." stumbled the stallion, " Adagio...from the Dazzlings..."

"Ahh, so you've heard of me. Didn’t know I was so famous here"

"Yeah, I remember my ma showing me yer songs when I was younger."

"Those were the days. Too bad you have to see me in this...state."

"It's okay...hey...uh, not to be forward but...I have a place outside of town...you could..."

"Sorry, my fan, but Adagio doesn't take handouts."

With those final words, Adagio grabbed the bag and ran off. The fan looked dumbfounded as the door opened and closed. Quickly, he got up and ran into the cold.

"HEY ,ADAGIO. MY NAME IS DAVE JOHNSON! I LIVE 20 MINUTES WEST FROM HERE ON A METAL YARD! IFFIN' YOU NEED HELP, YOU CAN FIND ME THERE!"

Without another word, the former siren continued to run; it was a decision she immediately regretted. The wind had picked up in the brief few moments while inside she was in the automart, making the air far colder than it was before. Adagio was reminded of the region surrounding the Crystal Empire. The winds there would peel away at a pony’s clothes. So strong they were and cold. She could never figure how Princess Cadence could keep the Empire so warm when the environment all around was so frigid. Her thin leggings and denim jacket would not have helped there ,and they certainly weren’t working here.

She was debating whether she should find some other shelter or see if she might be able to work some old siren magic on an unsuspecting rube when she heard the door to the automat open. She could hear the crunch of snow behind her, under a slow approach. She caught the scent of the stallion she met earlier within the diner; he was sidling up to her. She wasn't one for charity; it was ill befitting her siren nature. But am I really a siren anymore, she mused, or I am just another pony?

“So are ya gonna stand out here in the breeze, freezin’ slowly solid,” the stallion said, voiced raised over the howl of the wind, “or are ya gonna take up my offer. Last chance, ya know?”

She wanted to decline the offer. It was a matter of pride more than anything else. She could possibly find someplace warm… ‘And perhaps it will have a similar individual like that that other older stallion,’ she thought.

He didn’t seem like the other stallion. The other stallion had seemed like he was hiding something behind his smile, but this one seemed openly concerned and welcoming. The cold air blew again and she shuttered from the bite of it. Before she could even consider any other option she was nodding her head.

“I will accept your generous offer, just please… get me out of the cold,” she said.

He walked her to what looked like a patchwork vehicle. The passenger side door was a different color from the the part of the body it was on. In fact, she could notice that the entire thing looked to be made of different styles, different parts, and yet somehow it was all together. He opened the door for her and she climbed inside. He closed the door, walked to his side, climbed into it, and pressed a button. After a moment he turned a key and she heard the sound of it rumbling to life.

He flipped a small switch, and turned a knob. Afterwards, they were greeted with semi warm air. She held her hands out to the air being pumped into the place they were inside of. He moved a stick between them and it began to move forward. She looked out the window to see two beams of light allowing them to see for a little ways ahead of them.

Once they drove outside of time, he turned off of the paved road onto a snow covered one. She watched as they drove down between two snow covered fields, and then she began to see snow covered vehicles, like this one, sitting out there. He drove further until they reached a large wooden structure. He got out, opened a large door, and then climbed back into the vehicle. He pulled it into the structure, got out, closed the door, and then flipped on a light.

She saw a few things she knew, several she didn’t ,and she felt the room was semi-warm. Along one wall was a workbench; she could see a hammer, an anvil, some chisels, but plenty of other devices she didn’t recognize at all. There three cabinets on rollers; she assumed those might be industrial tool boxes. A flat expanse on the wall was displaying moving pictures, like a movie screen, but Adagio couldn’t see the projector the pictures were coming from. Opposite the movie screen was a modest oak table, a large, upright box with a vertical seam down it’s middle, a sink, and a door that lead off to what, she knew not. A brass plate affixed haphazardly to the bore two letters on it: “W.C.”

On the other wall, away from her, lay a queen sized bed on a cobbled together bedframe. Above that were a set of bunks chained to the wall. She got a chill from the looks of them. During one very desperate winter eve, she, Aria and Sonata were forced to mug a poor stallion for some bits so they could eat. They were promptly caught by the town guards and thrown into the jail. They were able to escape, but that lone night in the brig had her fighting a scratchy woolen sheet to stay warm. She forced herself away from her reminisce to see the stallion looking around curiously in the makeshift workshop/home. He walked toward a large stone and metal block set along the wall adjacent to the front door.

“Ah, the old furnace almost went out,” he said before he grabbed a shovel and tossed a shovel full of something black into it.

She watched as he paid attention to the furnace before he turned toward her.

“It’s okay, yer welcome to get out and walk around a bit. I was gonna fix a little supper, and I got plenty. We’ve got a few good choices, so anything special ya’d like?” he asked.

“As long as it isn’t tacos I’m fine with it,” she replied.

He laughed alot before digging through his bag and pulling out what looked like two small boxes. His laugh was very warm, very loud yet Adagio couldn’t tell why he was laughing for. Eventually, he wheezed his way back to sobriety, though the faint ghost of a smile didn’t leave his face.

“Tacos,” he breathed, stepping to an area Adagio assumed was the kitchen due to the range stationed there, “no tacos, in Texas! HA!”

She looked at him, trying to consider what she heard before she facepalmed hard, “Damn it… This is Sonata’s dreamland, isn’t it? It figures, a place where Tacos seem to be every bucking where,” she grumbled.

He pulled up a pot, opened a package and she could smell cheese. There was absolutely no lie that it smelled heavenly. She stepped forward, toward the range and watched as he opened the other package. she recognized noodles. The realization that he was making homemade Macaroni and Cheese came to her. At least she thought that was what it was until he pulled out a small bottle of salsa.

He began boiling the macaroni, shaving the cheese, and then mixing the salsa into it. She watched as he placed it into something, pushed a couple of buttons and the sound of a long hum sounded through the area. After a couple of minutes there was a ding and he took the bowl of the now melted cheese and salsa out. He stirred it, turned back to the noodles, stirred them, and after a few more minutes he drained them, put some of the noodles onto a plate, put some of the sauce he had made on it and offered it to her.

Adagio, was well versed in manners, she had practically been raised to be a noble, and not a bit of that mattered. She dove into the plate without any hesitation, or silverware. Dave watched her, hearing her slurping down the noodles and cheese. The sounds she was making sounded orgasmic as she finished the plate. Then he watched her lick it clean, several times, before she lowered it.

“Wow…” he said.

She felt something sticking to her muzzle and she touched it. Bits of the cheese had stuck to her, and she tried to clean it off. She heard the stallion clear his throat, and she looked at the now wet washcloth in front of her. She gave a small smile, took the cloth, and began to clean herself. He waited until she was done and gave her a smile in return.

“Either ya was really hungry, or that was purty good,” he said.

“It…” she stopped herself from making the usual retort she would with Sonata or Aria, “It was good. Thank you.”

“Ya want some more?” he asked.

Before she could formulate an answer her hand was holding the plate out to him. He grinned, dipped out some more macaroni, added some more cheese sauce to it, and then placed a fork on the plate. This time she took the fork, dipped it into the macaroni, and brought a few pieces, along with the sauce, up to her mouth. The taste was certainly better than she expected. There was a sort of… zing to it. She chewed it thoughtfully, enjoying the taste, taking time to actually taste it instead of simply feeding her starving stomach. When she finished he took the plate, the pot, and the now empty bowl to the sink.

“Thank you,” she said

“No problem at all,” the stallion said, “Just lucky I found someone that enjoys my cookin’.”

She watched as he went to washing the dishes. He seemed nice, or at least nicer than some of the stallions she’d been around before. She removed her jacket, letting her back get used to the temperature without it.

‘You’ve done this several times before, so just do it,’ she thought as she touched the string that was holding her backless shirt up around the back of her neck, ‘He obviously wants something, and this all you have to offer.’

She pulled the string loose, letting it fall, and in return letting the backless shirt fall forward. The air felt pleasantly warm on her body. She watched him, his features, and took a moment to notice his build. He was muscular, fairly tall, and there was something exotic about him. She walked near him, leaning forward, letting her breasts rest against his back.

“Adagio?” he asked.

She stepped back and he turned around. She watched his eyes widen, and she could sense him drinking in her form for a moment before he walked toward her.

‘I know you don’t owe it to me, but please be gentle,’ she thought as he grabbed her shirt, pulled it up, and re-tied it behind her.

She stood there confused, uncertain of what exactly happened, and then looked at him strangely for a moment.

“I… You… Is something wrong with me?” she asked.

“What?” he asked.

“I was trying to pay you back for your…” she started when he blushed and then he began to laugh and shake his head, “what’s so funny?!”

“Ya didn’t think that somepony was gonna do this just ‘cause?” he asked.

She looked at him and shook her head, her over teased mane moving back and forth with the motion. He looked unsettled for a moment before he touched her shoulder.

“Look, I ain’t gonna do anything to ya. I’m lettin’ ya stay here, and sharing ma food, ‘cause it’s the right thing ta do. It wouldn’t be right ta let you freeze ta death,” he replied, “My Ma taught me better than that.”

She looked at him and then at the floor.

“I… I’m sorry. I just assumed that you would… Everypony else has always wanted something in return,” she said.

“It’s fine, look, not ta be unsocial or nuthin’, but I’m mighty tired. I got a full day of work ahead of me ‘morrow,” he said as he yawned, “I’ve got a few beds, but why don’t you take the big one? There’s just one of me, and I don’t mind sleeping on one of the bunks. The sheets are clean, and the blanket should be nice and warm.”

She watched him grab a sheet, a light blanket, and an old pillow from a small cobbled together linen closet. He quickly made one of the bunks, and then he turned around for a bit.

“Look.. Not to be picky or nuthin’, but I usually sleep in my skivvies… So….” he started before she smiled.

“It’s not going to bother me,” she said as she walked toward the queen sized bed.

He watched as she peeled off her clothes, pulled the blanket back, and slid into the bed. He instantly decided that while the view was nice, it might be necessary for his current house guest to have her own room. Or a privacy barrier, that would be a good idea.