Beginnings of a Immortal Wirewolf: Prequel to Alfreda and El Quatros Locos

Life had been a tad dull for Alfreda the few following weeks. Mane-iac had decided to take a vacation and took some henchponies and Alfreda with her going to Spain. It had been three days into the vacation and Alfreda managed to outright disappear from anyone's sight. Mane-iac was simply in the back of a car they rented with Lather, Seth driving up to a corner with a smile looking at someone in the shadow. "So little missy, what's someone like you doing out so late?" Someone stepped out of the shadow revealing themselves as Alfreda with weird clothes on and lipstick.

"Just trying to pass by in this cold-SETH!?" Alfreda said dropping his act when setting eyes upon Seth.

Lather rolled down the window hearing the shout. "Seth what're-" Lather immediately stopped upon seeing Alfreda. "Alfreda why are you dressed like prostitute?" Lather deadpanned.

"I accidentally killed someone and have to pay a cop a huge-ass bribe to not go to prison."

"How much have you earned so far?"

"Not one dime, I think it's either me or my rates."

"How much you charge?"

"I think 200,000 bits no matter what."

"Just get in the car so we can make a plan."

Mane-iac had gotten all of them good seats in the coliseum for a bullfight going on as Alfreda and Lather talked about his financial problem. "So prostitution was the first thing you went to?" Lather asked.

"Well it was the only suggestion from Ezekiel and Logic that would make the amount of money I need in time." They looked back at the bullfight in time to see the matador get rammed into the wall by the bull before some clowns came to get it away from the matador.

"Dang, glad I'm not doing that." Alfreda said before Ezekiel took over. "I want that there job!" He yelled rolling down the steps towards the arena. He landed in the middle of it grabbing the cape as Alfreda took over. "Damn it. Do I get paid?" Alfreda asked someone behind the fence.

"All depends on your odds in beating the bull. Warning no one has."

Alfreda turned around looking for the bull, unintentionally dodging it as the bull's face got covered by the cape and knocking itself out into a wall. Everyone cheered as Alfreda looked shocked at what he just done.

'Fellow minds, I believe our financial problem has been solved.' Logic simply said.

The Power Ponies left the airport as Matterhorn looked around before looking back at the others. "All right, they said Mane-iac was somewhere here. She may be on vacation but I still don't trust her based on her history."

Filli-Second agreed. "I'll scan the area to see if I can pick up the trail." Filli-Second was about to run off when a small robot with a green and red eye dressed like a clown. "Wanna see something nifty?" He asked.

Matterhorn thought he looked familiar but then shrugged. "Sure." The robots arms then transformed into stilts as several arms came out him as he performed several circus tricks in front of them. He then stopped immediately and left in a cloud of smoke he made. "Well that was weird." Marevelous noted.

"Yeah." Matterhorn said looking back to the group noticing something. "Where's Saddle Rager?"

Lather walked into Alfreda's prep room seeing state of the art equipment with some mounds of bits surrounding Ezekiel who was sporting a gold shell with the top open sitting in a wooden chair as he held a jar of toxic waste . "Ezekiel the Naustic." He tossed the jar in the hole. "Gulping up some toxic."

"Zeke I'd like to speak to Alfreda." Ezekiel's eye then switched to Alfreda's. "Su'p?"

"Just wanna check up on you before we and Mane-iac leave."

"Well good luck in Maretropolis, I'm staying here."

"Really, why are you staying here?"

"Because I'm someone here, ponies respect me, I got a good job, I paid off that cop." Logic quickly stepped in. "I paid for him to be executed." Alfreda quickly took back control. "And I'm happy. Bye Lather, have a good life."

Lather simply sighed before walking out, wanting to at least see Alfreda's match before going back home.

Alfreda had slipped into his usual shell and stood in the center of the pit, turned to face the door in which the bull was meant to come out. "So Zeke what did you get? Last I heard every bull's plain terrified of me."

'Ah done whipped you up a critter that turns into a bigger critter.' Ezekiel replied.

"Huh that's funny. That's sounds and awful lot like-" Alfreda didn't finish as his oil froze upon sight. Walking out of the gate with bull horns glued to her head, was a very very pissed off "Saddle Rager." Alfreda said terrified.

'Ezekiel if we live through this you're dead.' Logic simply said.

Alfreda screamed then rolled away in the other direction, prompting Saddle Rager to roar then chase after him. Alfreda ran really fast around the arena then towards Saddle Rager, using her to be sent flying out of the arena and landing in a street. "Okay, let's head for the airport and go to Neighpal- what is that breathing going down my back?" Alfreda looked behind him and saw several bulls behind a pen. "Oh right, the running of the bulls."

'I want that there job!'

"Shut up Ezekiel you've only ruined a good thing don't make it worse!" Alfreda yelled. He then heard rumbling as he saw Bulls getting tossed in the air and began to roll away before straight up speeding. "SUPER RUN AWAY!" Alfreda yelled before the gate burst open as Saddle Rager ran through, the bulls following suit. Alfreda ran as fast as his wheel could carry him, avoiding other bulls while others simply went through his cape.
Alfreda saw a stock of fruit ahead and aimed for it, the angle sending him flying to which he deployed his wings and glided back towards the coliseum.

'You're turning back why?' Logic asked.

"I'm not gonna run away again. I'm heading back to the arena and facing her down."

'You're going to die painfully.' Logic simply said.

'Then we's gon be the ones in charge of this here body.' Ezekiel added.

'Not you. Never you.'

Alfreda landed in the arena and turned to face Saddle Rager, surprised as she was right in front of him. "Logic, you were there when you both met, it only fits that you do this." Alfreda then gave control to Logic who ran away before charging back, dodging Saddle Rager's fists and hit her a couple times before taking out his matador sword. "To the last I grapple at thee," Logic shot his grappling hook at one of the horns on her head. "With my last breath I spit at thee!" Logic said with a tone of anger in his voice as he spat some oil, getting it close to her eye stunning her. He retracted the grapple bringing him up on her head and held her by the horns pulling her head back a little. Ezekiel and Alfreda joined together with him at that moment for this glorious victory.

"From Hell's heart I stab at thee!"

They brought the sword down on her head...

Only for it to shatter upon impact. The horns gave away and tore off of Saddle Rager's head causing Alfreda to fall to the ground as Logic and Ezekiel went back into Alfreda's mind. Alfreda looked at the horns next to him and looked off seeing Saddle Rager snorting steaming even more pissed beyond belief upon seeing the two new bald spots on her head in a reflection of a piece of Alfreda's sword. Alfreda was actually sweating as Saddle Rager took one step. "You know you can just grow that back and no one will noti-" Alfreda never finished as Saddle Rager grabbed him and stabbed the broken handle into his chest earning an incredibly painful scream from him.

And that's when I learned that when you grab a bull by the horns,

Saddle Rager punched his eye before raising him up with a roar.

No matter what, she'll take you for a ride.

She slammed him down before throwing his body into the crowd which Lather caught.

"Everythingisbroken"

Alfreda eye turned on slowly as he looked around where he was. He was in a hospital bed, in Maretropolis from looking out the window. He saw Mane-iac and Lather next to his bed, with lots of cards and gifts next to his nightstand. "Good you're awake."

"Did I win?" Alfreda asked drowsy.

"Well on one hand you did survive, in terms of beating Saddle Rager, no. However you did earn a name by taking her head on and tearing off some of her hair." Mane-iac answered.

"Yes! Yes!" Alfreda yelled checking off a piece of his bucket list.

"All though now she's not coming out embarrassed of the bald spot and has said that she will tear you to pieces for that if you meet again." Lather added.

"I still consider this a victory."

"And the country itself of Spain has banned you from bullfighting forever unless you admit to your mistakes that caused thousands of dollars in property damage."

"...I'm not apologizing for skill."