A massive ball of blue plasma crackled, stirring up leaves and litter.

A second later, it faded to reveal a pony. Curled up in a small crater was a large stallion. The strange thing about him was that he appeared to have his fur shaved off.

When he looked up, one could have seen that his eyes were silver.

He heard a voice call out and snapped his head in the direction of the noise.

"Who's there? Some nasty varmint messin' with one of the rodeo stadium walls again?"

He peeked around the corner. The stallion leapt out from his hiding spot, swiftly snapping the other pony's neck. He shoved him inside a large wood barrel that rested along the side of a wooden picket fence.

The strange stallion slowly began to change. His pink skin began to gain the texture and color of brown fur. His eyes turned a sky blue, and a part of his muzzle drooped down into a mustache. Long brown hair tumbled down his neck, and a five-pointed silver star appeared on his flanks. The stallion's flanks began to take on the texture of denim.

The terminator reached into the barrel, and pulled the hat off Sheriff Silverstar's head, placing it on his own. He also grabbed his sheriff badge and pinned it on his shirt. Finally, he pulled the twin revolvers from the sheriff's belt and placed them in his own.

He walked up to a tattered map fluttering in the breeze. Holding it up, he could see the train station and the police station.

He walked in the direction of the police station and opened the door, peeking his head in.

"Howdy, colts," he said. Everyone looked at him.

"Ah got a family emergency, an' I gotta go ta Sweet Apple Acres. Can Ah go on leave?"

One of the stallions nodded. "Sure, Sheriff. We can handle the station. Got any train fare?"

"Nope."

The stallion threw him a few bits.

"Thanks," the terminator said.

"Mah pleasure, partner."

The terminator walked out the door. A few minutes later, he was at the train station. He glanced at the train schedule and selected a train the would pass by Manehattan and Canterlot before going to Ponyville. He paid the fine and got into a compartment.

A blue ball of plasma appeared in a Manehattan allyway. It crackled and faded, dropping a T-800 onto the pavement. The Model P terminator landed in with a textbook crouch.

A homeless mare in the allyway looked at him and pointed a hoof at him accusingly. "How did you get here?"

He ignored her and asked passed her. Noticing a bar with a few motorcycles in park, he walked over and opened the door.

He walked up to a punk in a leather jacket. "Give me your clothes, your gun, and your motorcycle," he said.

The stallion laughed. "Buddy, we're not at that stage of our relationship yet."

The rest of the bar chuckled.

The terminator grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw him into a wall. When the plaster dust settled, the punk could be seen slumped over.

Every pony in there began to rapidly talk with their neighbor.

The terminator, meanwhile, grabbed the stallion's shirt, pulling it over his head. He ripped off the jacket and put it on, too. He noticed with an artificial satisfaction that it also covered his blank flank.

He walked out the door. Noticing that there was a pair of sunglasses in the breast pocket, he slipped them over his eyes.

Walking up to the parking spots, he grabbed the stallion's keys from an interior pocket. A click of one of the buttons declared that a large black motorcycle would be the terminator's ride.

He swung a leg over the side, grabbing the handlebars and speeding around. Once he was out of the ghetto, he stopped to ask directions. Jumping off the bike, he walked up to a mare. She tried to avoid him, but he called out to her.

"Wait. I need to see a florist. Can you tell me where one is?" he asked.

The mare stopped. "Yeah. Sun Bloom is on Fifth Street. Take the second left. You can't miss it."

He nodded and sped off.

Thirty minutes later, he had procured his flowers. He walked out to his bike and reached back to the shotgun holster. He hid the large Reminghoof 1887 in the flower box.

He sped away on the bike. The train station was easy to find. There, he found a train that was heading for Canterlot, and then Ponyville.

He leapt onto an opened boxcar and tucked the motorcycle beneath a sheet without anypony seeing him. In mere seconds he broke into a compartment.

There were a few passengers.

He sat down and prepared for a long ride.

Twilight Sparkle was having a good day. After a week-long vacation in Canterlot to see her parents and mentor, she was going home. She had enjoyed the visit, but her parents could be quite overbearing.

She walked up to the train station. There was only one train going to Ponyville.

Walking up to the ticket seller, she fumbled with her bits.

The pony bowed to her. "Princess."

She held out a hoof and blushed. "Er- just call me Twilight."

He nodded his head. "Hello, Twilight. Where to?'

"Ponyville," she said, hoofing over the bits.

He nodded her and handed her the ticket. "Have a good day!" he said, waving cheerily.

She boarded the train, handing the conductor her ticket. He ripped off part and gave her the rest. She nodded in thanks and walked to the back-most compartment.

There were only a few residents. One was a gunmetal stallion with a leather jacket. He looked at her in interest.

Author's Note

Sorry this one was so short- I'll get another one out soon!