A World Past It's Prime

by Viber-X

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe
Length: 1139

A story of a lawmen who's time has passed. But floats untied in the world still.

A lone lawmen, who has long outlived his duty follows a where the wind blows path of travel, until one day he stumbles into the town of Westonfiel (Once Ponyville.) and everything changes. He is thrown together with AppleJack a mare with some serious trauma and a drinking problem, Vinyl Scratch a smooth talking mare with a flare for drugs and music and Spike a little dragon who is just looking for an escape from all the haunting memories that Westonfiel holds. Together this unlikely team travels across the ruins of Equestria. But where are they going, and why?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-16 16:58:00 UTC

Westonfiel

Westonfiel, a town like any other in this world. Run down, dirty and a constant struggle to survive. Those who don't own businesses there move on quickly. I'm not quite sure why I ever went to westonfiel, but I know now it was a big mistake. I remember walking down the main street towards what appeared to be a saloon. I planned to stay for a few days, and then wander where my legs take me, like usual. I had nowhere to go, nowhere to be. It has been a long time since the world needed my kind. I arrived at the door of the saloon around midday and strolled through the doors and up to the front desk.

"How much for a room?!" I demanded, in a low, level voice.

"18 bits for the night."

"THAT IS A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!" I screamed and slammed my fist into the desk. "12 bits and a good combat knife, that is my first and only offer. Take it or leave it."

"Fuck me with Celestia's forehooves. Let's see the knife." The woman at the counter mumbled, I handed her the knife. "Holy shit! I mean, yah this knife is in pretty acceptable condition... I guess. I'll accept 8 bits and the knife, actually I'll just take the knife forget the bits!"

"Yes, okay. Give me your strongest whiskey.... I never caught your name, ma'am."

"Err... ah y'all talking bout my name? I'm Applebloom, Welcome to the ruins of Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse, old ponyville, now westonfiel. Apple Family at your service. AppleJack, Applebloom, and until the war Big Macintosh..." The yellow mare let out a loud sigh. "We also got Apple tart and Apple fritter, helping out with the business, mostly farming though, Applejack does most of the brewing now, and I just help wherever I can or bartend when AppleJack is too drunk to count bits proper, like now."

Just then a cream orange mare, who appeared older than AppleBloom, but younger then myself, staggered out from the back. Careening dangerously in one direction then the next.

"AppahBloomh! Fesh me ano... anoph... anohter bottle of our fine and dandy, homebrew appehlwhiskee...h" The creamy orange mare, who I was fairly sure was applejack, screamed drunkedly at AppleBloom.

"But AJ, you've already had too much to drink, why don't you go sleep it off?"

"Don't tell me what to doo scoota- Twili- Flutters- Damnit it all to the moon Don't tell me what to do Grann- Damnit don't tell me what to do AppleBloom!"

"AJ, Don't go to sleep!" AppleBloom said with a smirk.

"Fuck you I won't go to sleep, AppleJack does whatever the hell she wants!" With that the creamy orange mare stormed into the back and the thumping of hooves upstairs could be heard. Everyone inside was looking at the big scene that AJ just made. Slowly they returned to their drinks and small talks, one especially drunk colt was looking at the jukebox like it was a flux capicator.

"I've changed my mind, give me a glass of absinthe." I said, blankly. Still entertaining myself by watching the drunk stallion fiddling with the jukebox. It occured to me that they might not have absinthe, but when I turned back to ask AppleBloom was gone. Presumably pouring a glass of absinthe. It suddenly occured to me that everyone was looking at me. At the time I didn't know how expensive absinthe was considered, not that it mattered to me anyways, I had plenty of bits. But everyone who heard my order was staring. Attracting attention is never good, especially in Westonfiel, although I hadn't learned that yet. I sat down and waited for my glass of absinthe, ignoring the looks I was getting.

"Here ya go mister uh...." AppleBloom Started.

"Texas, Colton Texas." I finished, and then waved her away. Paying the 38 bits for the absinthe in the same motion. I sat for a while in the booth. It seemed quite busy that night, maybe a caravan route or something. Lot's of people renting rooms. I was so engrossed in observing the bargoers that I almost didn't notice the cream orange mare slip into the booth beside me(effectively trapping me in.) in her drunken stupor. She seemed to have sober up from when I first saw her.

"Hello AJ."

"Uhh, Hello mister vistor, y'all already book yourself a room? Because we're full... I think." A Yellow pony without eyes sauntered over to my table.

"Oh, uhm hello Applejack, I couldn't find my way home tonight and it's getting dark, I think. So I was wondering if I could borrow your room for tonight, y'know if that's alright with you..." The yellow mare seemed very shy.

"YAH, YAH of course! Just mozy on up there sugarcube and make yahself comfortable." Applejack Spurted out.

"Applejack, you have nowhere to sleep now. Did you even think that through?" Applejack tapped her hoof on her jaw for a moment, in drunken thought. I remember wondering what she was thinking.

"Looks like we're roomates for the night Mister Texas! But don't be gettin' any funny ideas, I ain't that kind of mare. Hey, you gunna finish that?!" Applejack waved a hoof in the general direction of my absinthe. I pushed it over to her, and just as soon it was gone. I slinked up to the room I had rented from Applebloom, Applejack hung closely behind me, even more wasted then when I had first encountered her. We got to my room, and I had to undress Applejack, and redress her in clean payjamas. She was too drunk to do it herself. She crawled into bed and I sat at a chair on the other end of the room. I quickly pulled out a tinfoil, I unwrapped it and inside was my leftover tobacco. I rolled myself a cigarette in record time of 9 seconds, and as I neared the butt I realizied there must have been some of the opium tobacco preperation left as I began to feel a dream-like feeling set over me. My pounding headache quickly faded out and I felt a very cloudy feeling come over me. I quickly dropped into bed next to Applejack.

I woke up 3 hours later to Applejack thrashing and yelling, she then got up, had a few more shots and lied back down. I went to get up to roll another cigarette. But applejack pulled me back down into bed and held me tightly.

"You are not leaving me here alone, in the dark. On a bandit caravan day." Applejack panted, obviously still recovering from whatever it was that had scared her so much. I held her tight to me and the last thing I felt before I dropped back off into sleep was her hot tears on my cheek.