Buffalo Wings Tonight

Eleven Months Later...

The sound of the tractor engine echoed as Thomas was busy ploughing a new field on his farm. It was on a new field on the far side of the farm that Braeburn had pointed out to him when mentioning about planting a crop of corn. Braeburn, and a few other ponies helped out by following behind Thomas’s tractor ploughing the field, planting the seeds , and watering them for the new crop of corn he was going to plant. Several minutes later, Thomas moved his tractor off the field, shut-off the engine, and got out. He walked over to Braeburn and the other ponies, as he whipped his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Thanks for the help, guys," Thomas said. "I really appreciate it, mates."

Braeburn smiled. "Anytime, bud. Always happy ta help. Ah've got a feelin' this corn crop is gonna be great when you get this harvested."

Thomas turned and looked at the field proudly with Braeburn and the other ponies. "And with that growth accelerating potion I brewed, and mixed with the water you used, I should have a full grown crop to harvest in a couple of weeks."

"Well, it's gettin' late, Tom. We should get goin'. See you at the town brunch tomorrow." Braeburn and the other ponies began to walk away, until Braeburn suddenly stopped, and turned back to Thomas. "Oh. You will remember ta bring a jar of that Vegemite ta the brunch, will ya?"

Thomas chuckled. "Sure, I will. I know how much you now like fried potato chip and Vegemite sandwiches.

"Thanks, bud." Braeburn waved. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Braeburn."

Two Weeks Later...

The rooster crowed as the morning sun rose up to begin the new day. The morning light shined through the window of Thomas's room, with Thomas getting up out of bed, yawning. After having a shower, getting dressed, and having breakfast, he went outside where he just encountered Braeburn who had just got there, pulling a wagon.

"Mornin', Tom," Braeburn said. "All set to harvest your first corn field?"

"Sure am, mate. It should be fully grown and ready by now. Let's get to work."

Thomas got into his tractor, and began to drive it to the new corn field he planted with Braeburn two weeks before, with Braeburn following behind.

After going to the far side of the farm where his new field was, he could see his corn crop in the distance. When they got to a hundred metres, his face change from proudness to concern, like if something was not right. He stopped, got out of his tractor.

Braeburn stopped with surprise as he looked at Thomas. "What's up, Tom? Why'd you stop-"

Before Braeburn could finish, Thomas disappeared, and apparated to the corn field, only to have a look of shock on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

Moments later, Braeburn came running over towards Thomas. "What's wrong, Tom? Is everythin' okay-" Braeburn stopped with a look of shock at the sight before him, for most of Thomas's corn crop was completely destroyed. "What the... What happen here?"

Thomas walked over to what little was left of his corn crop with a look of disbelief of what had happened to it. He picked-up a destroyed corn cob, and clenched on to it in frustration. Braeburn walked over to Thomas, and placed a caring hoof on his friend's shoulder.

"Ah'm sorry this has happened, Tom. Come on. Let's go ta the sheriff, an' you an' him can try an' find those varmints who did this to ya crop."

Later that day, Thomas and Braeburn came back to the destroyed crop field with Sheriff Silverstar. Sheriff Silverstar was wide-eyed at the devastation of Thomas's corn crop. It was something that he had never seen before, for destroyed crops had never happened in Appleloosa before.

"What in tarnation! Y'all weren't kiddin' about this here crop." Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas. "Who do y'think could've done this?"

Thomas shrugged. "I don't know, Sheriff. Your guess is as good as mine. Lucky they didn't get my potato fields."

"So what now, Sheriff?" Braeburn asked.

"Well, we'd better question everypony in town about this, and even interrogate the varmints in jail if they had somepony to carry out somethin' like this for revenge."

Thomas nodded. "Right, Sheriff. And I'll even replant the corn crop. But this time, I'll put a protective spell around it to keep it safe. And I'll do the same for my potato fields too in case someone decides to come after them too."

"That's a good idea, Tom," Braeburn said. "An' we'll help you out in replanting it."

Sheriff Silverstar cleared his throat. "Well, lets start investigatin', and find the varmints responsible for this."

Two Days Later...

Braeburn came over to the corn crop he and Thomas had just replanted. He noticed Thomas was waving his wand around the area, and stopped just as he came up.

"Hey, Tom." Braeburn said.

Thomas turned around to Braeburn. "G'day, Braeburn. I just finished putting a protective spell on the corn crop."

Braeburn looked at the field, and tilted his head as he walked towards it. "Really? Where is it? Ah don't see anythin-." He suddenly hit his face on what seemed like an invisible wall. "Ow!" He rubbed his face, and looked in front of him. Braeburn looked in confusion, and reached curious hoof out to where he hit, only to touch something solid, only nothing there.

"This is a protection spell that makes it seem like an invisible barrier." Thomas bent down, and picked up a stone. He threw the stone at the corn crop, and the stone rebounded off the field, with Braeburn watching in amazement. "And nothing, but weather such as rain and sunshine can get through it.

"Wow! Amazin'."

"I also put up the same barrier on my potato fields too." Thomas said.

Braeburn smiled. "Ah guess your crops are safe now. It was a good thing we were able ta salvage what was left from the first crop. Did you an' Sheriff Silverstar found the one responsible for it?"

Thomas shook his head. "No. We talked to everybody in town, and the crooks we caught, but we found nothing."

"Nothing?" Braeburn asked. "Well, that's strange. It must've been a stranger passing by or somethin'."

"Well, whoever it was, no one's going to destroy my crops again with these barriers up."

Braeburn and Thomas stood there together looking proudly at the fields, knowing that they would be protected and safe from anyone with the barriers up.

Two Weeks Later...

Heavy rain fell from the night sky to the ground, with lightning flashing, and thunder rumbling, while the Australian wizard farmer slept soundly in his bed. Outside, the sound of footsteps could be heard along with shadows of four figures, three large ones, and a small one went towards the corn field.

"What is this?" A female voice asked. "I thought we got rid of these plants off our land?"

"Let's flatten them again." A male voice said.

The three large figures rushed towards the corn crop, until they came in contact with the barrier protecting it, bounced right off of it, and landing on the wet, deluge ground. They got up, groaning with surprise at hitting the barrier. The little one came over, reached out and touched the barrier.

"What is this? It's like an invisible wall."

"Those Appleloosans must have put this up with some kind of magic."

One of the three larger figures look at the wet ground, and see the tracks the wheels of Thomas's tractor exposed by the lightning flashing. "There's tracks. Let's follow them back."

The four figures began to follow the tractor tracks. Many minutes later, they followed them back to a covered, opened shed close by to the farm house. Through the light from the flashes of the lightning striking, they see the large form of Thomas's tractor.

"What is that thing?" A male voice asked.

"That must be the thing the Appleloosans use to plow and harvest those plants on our land. Let's destroy it. That will send a message for them to get those plants of our sacred land."

The four figures moved towards the tractor with lightning flashing, and thunder rumbling, as the storm continued throughout the night.

The morning sun shined over the wet, rocky plains of Appleloosa left by the storm the next morning. Braeburn trotted towards Thomas's farm house with two other ponies pulling wagons with him to help harvest Thomas's corn crop now ready to be harvested. In the distance, they noticed Thomas standing at the entrance of his open shed where he kept his tractor. As they got closer, Braeburn called out to him.

"Hey, Tom! You ready to finally start harvestin' the corn crop this morn-" Braeburn noticed something was not right, for Thomas had a shocked look on his face, looking into the shed. "Tom? What's wrong?"

Braeburn came over with the other ponies to the shed to see what was wrong. They peered into the shed, only to look in horrified shock at the sight before them. The tractor was a wreck, almost tipped on it's side, with the glass of the cockpit smashed to pieces.

"Sweet Celestia!" One of the two ponies said.

"What the hell happened?!" Another of the two ponies said.

Braeburn turned to Thomas with a look of disbelief, and pity. "Oh, Tom. Your tractor...it's..."

Thomas began to shut his eyes tightly, while clenching his jaw and his fists. Then with a fit of pure rage, he kicks a piece of debris from his tractor with all his might, and lets out an loud, heartbreaking, raging scream that echoed around the farmland around them. Braeburn and the other two ponies watched as Thomas dropped to his knees, tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks. The sight of Thomas before them made everyone's heart sank, seeing his tractor, his pride and joy was wrecked probably beyond repair. Braeburn walked up, and placed a caring hoof on Thomas's shoulder to comfit him.

"Tom. Ah'm so sorry this has happened. Ah'm sure your tractor can be fixed with your magic."

"Yeah, mate. I can fix it, but I'm still so angry!" Thomas took a deep breath. "This tractor used to belong to my dad until he died, and gave it to me. It means everything to me. Sure, I can fix it with a mending charm with no problem, but it doesn't change what has happened right now."

"Ah know," Braeburn said. "It's just horrible that somepony would go a step further, an' wreck your tractor during the storm last night."

Thomas looked at the ground to see hoof prints all over the muddy ground of the shed. They were very clear and intact. He got up, with a serious look, for it was, to his point of view, it was the last straw.

"Braeburn. Get the sheriff."

Thomas had been standing outside the shed, waiting for Braeburn to return with Sheriff Silverstar. For the whole time, he had been seething in a silent rage at what these unknown culprits had done to his tractor. He was interrupted by the galloping of hooves of Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar coming towards him.

"Tom!" Sheriff Silverstar slowed down, and trotted towards Thomas. "Braeburn had informed me. So those varmints have struck again, huh?"

"Yes, sheriff," Thomas said. "And take a look at what they've done."

Sheriff Silverstar came over, and looked inside the shed, to see the tractor in a wreck, as Thomas had found it. "Sweet Celestia! Your tractor! Did they do this?"

"They did, sheriff." Thomas pointed Sheriff Silverstar to the sets of footprints in the ground of the shed. "And this time they left clear tracks."

Sheriff Silverstar noticed the footprints in the mud, and looked at them carefully. He raised an eyebrow. "It... it can't be."

What is it, sheriff?" Thomas asked. "Do you know who did this?"

Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas. "Well, not who in such way, but ah do know what it was. It was no ponies who did this...these tracks are from... buffalo."

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Buffalo?"

Braeburn eyes widened with realization. "Of course! It's so obvious! That explains why you couldn't find anything from anypony. It's because it was all caused by some buffalo."

"Hang on a minute!" Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas as he spoke to them both. "None of you ever told me about any buffalo living around here. Why?"

Braeburn briefly chuckled. "Well... heh... Ah guess we forgot ta do that? Plus, they live far out in the desert, but they've never been any trouble for anypony."

Sheriff Silverstar cleared his throat. "Well, that was, until now."

"Why would they be doing this ta Thomas's farm, Sheriff?"

"Beats me, Braeburn. It's rare that they would try causing trouble of this magnitude."

"Well, ah'm sure they wouldn't do it, unless they had a good reason."

Thomas clenched his fist, thinking about the damage those supposed buffalo had done as Braeburn and Sheriff Silverstar talked. He looked up, growling with a face of anger.

"Well, I don't care! Those filthy mother-fuckers are going to pay for what they've done! No one destroys my crops, or my dad's tractor, and gets away with it!"

"And they won't, Tom." Braeburn said.

Sheriff Silverstar nodded. "Yeah. Ah'll help ya catch those varmints. You and ah together will catch'em, an' bring'em ta justice."

"No thanks, Sheriff."

Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn's eyes widened at Thomas's refusal. There was a serious look on Thomas's face as her drew his wand. "I appropriate your offer to help, but I'd rather handle this one myself."

Thomas raised his wand, and aimed it at the wreaked tractor.

"Reparo!"

Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn watched as the tractor began to be restored to its original state, until it was all restored like nothing had happened. Thomas lowered his wand, and put it back into his pocket.

"To me," Thomas said. "This has now become personal, so I would like to deal with these so called buffalo...personally."

Braeburn tilted his head. "Well, how are you going ta catch'em? And if you do catch'em, what will you do with them?"

"I don't know. But I'll think of something."

"You won't kill'em, will you?" Braeburn asked.

"Now, keep your hat on, Braeburn. I'm sure that Tom isn't going ta do anything like that." Sheriff Silverstar turned to Thomas. "But whatever it is you come up with, do you promise not ta kill'em, Tom?"

"Sure, mate," Thomas said. "You have my word."

Thomas laid on his sofa thinking since after a whole day's work. Working was something that always got his mind off things to help him think clearly. He had put in some buffalo chicken wings, and home-made potato fries in the oven fifteen minutes before resting on the sofa, and could smell them cooking. Buffalo chicken wings were his favorite meal ever since he was little. His mother and father taught him how to cook them, and was one of his favorite things to cook, especially after a good day's work. The only problem was that he had to make special orders to get any meat from his own world, since Equestrian society were completely vegetarian.

He had been thinking about how he could teach those buffalo a lesson, and came up with nothing yet. Thomas groaned with frustration. He turned his head to the coffee table, and saw his laptop computer idling on top of it. He looked at it for a few moments, pondering.

Sure. Why not? He thought to himself.

Thomas got up, and brought his laptop closer towards himself. He then opened up a folder on his desktop, and opened up a few other folders, until he clicked on a the first file he saw. At the same time, there were sounds of a female voice moaning. Thomas then unzipped the fly and undid the button on his jeans, and slid them down his legs along with his underwear. He then grabbed his semi-erected cock, and began to jerk himself off, while watching the porn video on his laptop. Masturbation was something that Thomas enjoyed and looked forward to whenever he was alone, and to him, it was a great stress-reliever. He had never had sex, and had always wondered who would he one day do it with when it was time. He began to jerk himself even faster, as he notice that the best part of the porn video was now playing. His cock began to harden with drops of pre-cum seeping out, for he was now close to release. The sounds of the woman having sex with a guy in the video began to moan even louder in the video.

"Here comes Big Daddy!"

"OH! Oh, give it to me! Oh, oh! Harder! Harder! I'm so close!"

"Me too! Here it comes!"

"Ah! Ah! AH! AAHH!! AAHHH!!!"

Right at the same time, Thomas's penis began to feel a pressure flowing, and travelling through his urethra, until it began to twitch. He sighed with relief as he was ejaculating, feeling his seed cover all over his hand. He laid back on the couch, panting from his sexual bliss as the porn video came to the end soon after. The lounge was then silent, and then Thomas began to come out of his sexual bliss. He lifted his hand that was soaked with cum in his line of vision. He looked at it with interest, while rubbing it through his fingers.

"This has now become personal, so I would like to deal with these so called buffalo...personally."

"Well, how are you going ta catch'em? And if you do catch'em, what will you do with them?"

"I don't know. But I'll think of something."

"You won't kill'em, will you?"

"Now, keep your hat on, Braeburn. I'm sure that Tom isn't going ta do anything like that. Whatever it is you come up with, do you promise not ta kill'em, Tom?"

"Sure, mate. You have my word."

Thomas’s eyes glared at his cum soaked hand as he recalled his conversation with Sheriff Silverstar and Braeburn earlier that day. His hand began to clench into a fist, The bell to the timer on his oven that had his buffalo wings cooking rang, and could smell that his dinner was ready. Thomas then made a faint smirk, as if he had just come up with an idea.

"I've got it," Thomas said. "I know just what to do, and it's perfect. No one gets away with destroying my crops and tractor. No one."