I'm getting too old for this shit.

The world's gone sideways on me. Seattle's fallin' apart, my little brother is a pony, there's a bunch of other ponies, and somehow I got stuck in the middle of it all, a Mobster with a motorcycle, a messenger bag, a old school Thompson sub-machine gun, and a whole world's fate resting on the shoulders of said Mobster, a few ponies, and a box full of fancy jewelry.

How the hell did this happen?

Warning: Story rated Mature due to language, graphic violence, and sexual topics. There will not be any actual clop in this story, but as in most things that involve human beings, sex drugs and rock 'n roll will be present in some capacity. If you don't like that, please step off here, cuz this ain't yo' ride.

If you're going to leave a dislike/thumbs down, please tell me why in the comments- good critics help people improve!

- A story inspired and drawing inspiration from TwistedSpectums Five Score Divided by Four with my own little twist, in particular, our hero/main character. This whole story is actually kinda unique because I wrote it all after a night in port, and I honestly can't remember writing most of it. Like, the first four chapters most of it. Tell me what you think, I'll be releasing a chapter every two weeks till I run out of buffer chapters, and then... well, I'll do my best, but work and real life comes first. I know ya'll understand. -Ash- -

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Legasp, Ash actually writing another story and not updating The Pony? WHAT A WORLD, WHAT A WORLD!