Author's Note

Hey, guys. It's been quite some time, huh? I'm sorry for that. I work a weird schedule with my writing, where I focus on one story at a time. This chapter is me getting back into the groove of things.

Chapter XI

[Ponyville - Button's House - Cream Heart's POV.]

Button walked beside me with his head hanging low. I held onto his hoof as we marched through Ponyville. A few ponies noticed us. But I smiled and waved them off. "Mom! Do we have to do this? The Princess said the human house is dangerous,"

"That didn't stop you from breaking in, did it?"

Button winced as I reminded him of his little scheme. "B-But--"

"Nor did it stop you and your friends from staging this idea while lying to me,"

"We-- I, it was a dumb idea to take the dare, but--"

"Now, you must pay for that since you broke another pony property!"

"But I don't remember doing that! That human lady could be tricking you into getting my friends and me back in their house to eat us!"

"With all those guards and the princesses in and out of that place? Honestly, you would be less safe at our house. Besides, while I can't say for certain about what Miss Kingston wants, she isn't making us pay for what I don't doubt were expensive items. I mean, look at that mansion. It's like a noble from Canterlot moved in with us! Her offer is a fair punishment, and you will do it. You will be on your best behavior. And you will not embarrass me like this again!"

"But, Mom!!!"

"Button Mash, unless you want me to take away your little gaming trinkets, you will listen!"

Button Mash finally got the message and nodded his head. "...Stupid human house..."

I sighed when he said that. I shook my head as I went to see if Rumble and Pipsqueak were ready. I spoke with their parents and guardians when they came to pick the Colts up this morning. Cloudy Sky and Thunderlane were skeptical. In contrast, Austere welcomes the idea of Pipsqueak's learning responsibility. That stallion always made me feel uneasy. And, he was the first stop before Cloudy Skies home. An orphanage is a place I wouldn't say I like visiting. That is mainly because of the idea that parents gave away their kids or met an unfortunate fate. Regardless, the foals are left all alone, and it gets depressing. At least the building is in good condition. We did not have to go inside as Pipsqueak and the stallion of the hour were outside already. The two were standing in front of an assembly of fillies and colts. As we got closer, I could hear the foals laughing and saw most of them pointing at Pipsqueak. I could listen to what Austere was saying, which did little to change my opinion of him.

"You see, my little foals, Pipsqueak serves as a prime example of the fate of a future criminal. And that is to serve the community and our betters for their misdeeds. That is why I have procured this attire to fit his role better,"

I noticed Pipsqueak was in a mini butler colt outfit. It was old and slightly tattered. I've no idea where Austere got it, but it looks terrible. "Excuse me, Austere? I'm here to pick up Pipsqueak..." I noticed the little colt's solemn expression and had to speak. What exactly is going on here?"

"Aw, yes, perfect timing. As for your question, I find that a little critiquing will deter foals from misbehaving as Pipsqueak did,"

"This feels more like teasing. I doubt any foal will benefit from mockery,"

"On the contrary, my method builds character - gives the foals a tougher hide. I see your son lacks the proper uniform. I am sure I have a spare somewhere lying around," The stallion eyed my son with a wicked look.

I stepped in front of Button and pulled Pipsqueak to me. "That's okay, Austere. We don't want to be late any more than we already are," I pushed Button and Pipsqueak along the path. Once we were out of earshot, I spoke to the little colt. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"..." Pipsqueak remained silent. What was that stallion thinking, having the other foals tease him like this?

"Mom, I won't have to wear that, right?" Button said as Pipsqueak flinched.

"Button Mash! Please try to be more sensible. I am sure we can go to the house real quick and get a change of clothes--"

"Mr. Austere said not to take off the uniform or else," Pipsqueak uttered softly.

"Or else what--"

"Hey! Cream heart!" A voice cut me off as I looked up to see Thunderlane and Rumble. Rumble looked about as happy as Button Mash about working off their debt. "You're heading to the Hooman house too?"

"Well, yes, I was coming to pick up Rumble on the way,"

"Thanks, but I had to check the place out myself. Rumble didn't say much about it besides some weird skull bottle. Do you think they're making mind control potions?"

"I think the royal guards would find something like that by now..." Although, Button hasn't said much about what happened.

'Who knows what they have in that place? However, I am a little jealous and curious. Imagine a mansion just flying out of the sky. Maybe I can help you out for this first day, Rumble,"

"I hope there's more concern for you, brother, than what knickknacks this humane mansion has in it!"

"Y-yeah, I am the big brother after all..."

"Look, we can convince the humans to at least let us sit in to ensure the foals will be okay. But, I won't risk breaking any more of their property,"

"Hey, nopony said anything about breaking property. For all we know, it might not even be the mansion," I gave Thunderlane a deadpan look as we reached the front gates of the human residence. I admit I didn't think anypony's home could look more beautiful than the Riche's. Except for maybe Canterlot nobles and the princesses' castle. "Wow, it's bigger up close,"

[Kingston Manner - Yu Chen POV.]

The front gate bell chimed as two adults and our three invaders approached the front door. As I prepared to open it, Miss Nyx was waiting at the front door with her version of an eager expression.

"Come on, jives; I want to welcome the fresh meat!" Miss Nyx said.

"I am sure they will appreciate your enthusiasm," I opened the door and introduced myself. "Hello, and welcome to the Kingston manner. I am Yu Walter Chen - Head butler and curator of this housing - This fine woman next to me is Angelia Nyx. My associate and sub-maid,"

"And Soon to be the last person you little pervy imps want to tick off!"

I was going to continue before Miss Nyx's statements caused the stallion of this group some offense. "Hey, don't talk to my little brother like that!"

Miss Nyx looked thoroughly unimpressed by the stallion's posture. She grabs his arm and pulls him in close. The stallion balks as she flashes him her usual smile. "Listen up, chicken shit. I'll take to these little shitstains however I want since they felt the need to take a peak in my room. Anyone else would've gotten their shit rearranged from the inside of their guts, so count your fucking blessing,"

"I, uh, don't believe you..." The stallion was less sure of his position now.

"Tough shit, ask one of your pissant royal guards. Fact is, the little twerps are going to work, and they are going to work hard,"

Miss Nyx gave the stallion a shove as he stumbled a bit. The stallion looked to the solar unit as prompted, only to find them stoically watching the scene. Their lack of response gave the stallion all the confirmation he needed. However, it was different for the mare. "Button Mash! Is what Miss Nyx is saying true? Did you peep at undressed mare-- Um, human --"

"Woman! Holy shit, get it right!" Miss Nyx corrected.

"Miss Nyx, the rules," I reminded.

"We, uh, didn't know she was nude..." Button Mash admitted.

"Yeah, we only came inside because she was asleep!" Rumble shouted out before covering his muzzle.

The stallion groans as he pinches his nostrils. "Rumble...!"

"Well, I guess this punishment is well warranted!" The mare said. She turned to us with a stern visage. "I am Cream Heart, Button Mash's mother; he's Thunderlane. On behalf of these colts, I would like to apologize thoroughly,"

"That's quite alright, Miss Heart. We were all that age once. It's good to make mistakes now rather than later. But that does not give us free rein to everything without consequence. The first order of business is to get you three in uniform,"

"But, I'm already wearing one--"

I held up my hand to stop the young colt. "Son, I do not know who dressed you in that outfit. But it is an embarrassment to both of us. Follow me, please,"

The walk to the young master's workshop was not long. I did find it amusing to hear the reactions to the manor. One of the colts stopped in front of an art piece with a quizzical expression on its features. "What kind of picture is this?" Master Rumble asks.

"It's creepy looking," Button said.

"Is it a filly and a colt mushed together?" Pip asks.

"That is the portrait of Dora Maar," I stated. "Madam Kingston is a fan of Picasso's works,"

"That's the human who painted this?" Miss Heart asks.

"Yes, it was an homage to his relationship that lasted nine years before they broke up,"

"Why did they break it off?' Thunderlane asks.

"Mister Picasso had another lover his mistress did not approve of at all."

"Why didn't she join the herd? Was the alpha not to share?" Miss Cream Heart asks.

"A herd?" I was familiar with the concept, but I had no idea why sharing would be an issue. "Why would sharing be a factor in the relationship?"

"Well, the stallion picks an alpha mare to lead the other mares in the group. Herd dynamics differ depending on what the stallion and alpha want," Cream Heart explains.

"Hold up. You are saying a guy can have more than one wife?" Miss Nyx asks.

"Well, yeah, to help the population issue. Mares outnumber stallions 5 to 1 here. Isn't the same for humans?"

Miss Nyx and I shared a glance as I answered. "No, our numbers are roughly fifty-fifty. Our relationship is normally monogamous,"

"What does that mean?" Mister Thunderlane asks.

"It means we keep our men on a freaking tight leash. You only get one woman, and they better be grateful for it," Miss Nyx said with her interaction.

The two adults exchanged uneasy looks as I elaborated. "Miss Nyx means that humans find multiple partners difficult to maintain. It could cause more stress to try and split the focus and attention to several men or women alike,"

"Sounds like your stallions can't handle a few mares," Mister Thunderlane said.

"Well, you are not wrong," Miss Nyx said while grinning at me.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. We made it to the young masters' workshop, and I knocked on the door. "Enter,"

We all walk inside to the young master tending to his craft. "Good day, sir,"

"To you as well, Walter and Angelia. What do I owe the visit?"

"What's the point in making dresses?" Miss Nyx asks. "You ain't making money anymore,"

"One can never lose one's craft even without monetary gain. Now-- Urk!" Master Kingston stops as his eyes land long on Young Pipsqueak. Standing up sharply, Master Kingston walks over to a wardrobe screen. You. Get behind this screen and remove those clothes!"

"Um, why, sir?" Young Pipsuak asks. Master Kingston presents Young Pipsqueak in fresh attire.

"I will not tolerate anyone in this household dressed in a sorry state or abysmal clothing,"

"Thank you, sir..." Young Pipsqueak goes behind the screen and emerges in a bit of butter attire. "It's a bit small, sir,"

"Yes, well, it is one of the uniforms we make my little sisters wear when they misbehave,"

Both Young Rumble and Button Mash begin laughing. "Haha, you're wearing filly clothes,"

"Yes, as you two will be doing for the duration of your punishment," Master Kingster said. His eyes showed a wicked glim as he showed off two similar outfits.

"Yeah, let's get you boys suited up," Miss Nyx said with a smile. The boys tried to leave, but sadly, their escort barred their path. Master Kingston and Miss Nyx's shadows loom over them as they let out a scream of despair.

[Angela's POV.]

"Ha, look at my little subordinates; they are ready for work!" I said. Call me cruel, but the sight of the little shits squirming made me smile.

"Oh, Button. You look so adorable. I wish I had brought the camera," Cream Heart swoons.

"Yeah, bro. Who knew you could sport the frilly look," Thunderlane teased.

The three little shits wore these sad looks when I busted out the camera. It was a regular camera, not the one from our phones. We're still playing hush-hush with that tidbit of tech. You never know what Princess Milkers will do with that. As I snapped a few more pics, the brown one spoke up.

"This isn't fair!"

"A lot of things ain't fair, kid. But, I'd be burning daylight listing them off. Now, you grunts got an entire workday ahead of you. Namely, all the things that I don't want to do,"

"Aw, what!?" The blueish-gray one said.

"Yeah, that's right. See, your pony cops like to track mud all over the halls. Now, I haven't figured out which possibility I hate more. The guards are doing it to spite me. Or, one of the kings told them to do it to spite. Probably both, but..." I flashed my pearly whites as the twerps shivered. "That won't matter for your sentence! Now, get those mops. I want to see my face whenever I look down at my feet!"

And that's how the day went for the triple dorks. The hallway was a bitch to clean, but seeing the Colts suffer made the CO think twice about tracking mud on it again. Next came dusting the rooms. I started with the spaces we don't use. They usually have the best dust build-up. The Colts came out of the rooms looking like they fell in some dirt. But that was nothing compared to coming out of the basement. They looked like a pack of coal miners after cleaning it. After that, I figured I would show them walking pints of glue bottles, something they can never have. We made our way to the garage. I already cleared it with Mrs. K, and I got one more thing to fuck with them. Of course, I had to ditch the babysitter, being their overgrown shadows of elder siblings and parents. Donny finally proved helpful as he called them up for something to eat.

"Whoa...!" The Colts said.

"Yeah, I knew you liked them!"

"What are they?" The gray one asks.

"They have wheels. Are they carriages?" The brown and white one said.

"Tch. They're called cars, you twerps. It's something you'll never see in your time." I said as we all moved inside the garage. Mrs. K might be a rich old hag, but she doesn't buy past the necessities, as she calls it. I called her out on that because a big mansion and all these cars hardly fucking counts as everyday items.

"This piece of work is built for speed. It's faster than anything you'll ever see in this backwater dump. And, this one..."

"This beauty will blow all carriages out of the water. Off-road or no road, nothing stops a ranger!" The dorks marveled at the cars I had shown so far.

"What's that one? It's long." The spotted one said.

"This car right here is a limo. It's how you can be fancy on wheels. You want to travel in style; driving this is how you do it." I said.

"Wow!" Two of the three dorks said. I had a big smile until the winged one said some slick shit.

"Yeah, right. Look at those things. You can't go pulling big pieces of metal around. What's the point if all they do is sit here!"

"Are you doubting me, you little perv?" That got him to shut up. I said nothing as I went to the ranger. I had the keys off the walls as I opened the doors. The little dorks all looked shocked, but I had a point to make. "Get inside!"

The three twerps hopped in the car and sat down. I could tell the little shit was already impressed, but it was time to blow their little minds completely. I put the keys in and turned the ignition. Immediately, I heard the little glue packs squeak in fright. Turning back to them, I saw how they were about ready to piss themselves. Whether it was my smile or the car, who knows? "You, dork, what's your name again?" Looking over the trio, they repeated their stupid names.

"R-R-Rumble,"

"Button Mash."

"Pipsqueak."

"Well, you three don't know how lucky you got it right now." I hit the switch to the garage and put the ranger on the drive. It was right there that all three of the squirts' mouths flew open. I revved the engine a few times, drinking in their scared shitless faces as the garage finally opened. "Are you dorks ready for something magical?" They didn't say anything in response, probably because of my fat smile greeting them.

[Twilight's POV.]

Twilight's log; entry 15—another day of observation. I am still finding difficulty peering into the human household. Princess Celestia informed me not to worry as she was handling everything, but I couldn't help but feel that I might catch something and help provide something vital. "Are you still spying, love? You didn't eat your lunch," Mythic Entry said.

"Thanks, Mythic. I'll eat it later."

"You know, I might be inclined to get jealous when you look to sneak a peek at the apes. Am I not worthy of your love anymore?"

I rolled my eyes at his words. He's always dramatic. "You know this is important. I am already keeping to the timeframe you and Spike put on my observation. So, let me observe in peace. I'll make it up to you later."

"Oh, that sounds like a promise." I felt a burst of air in my ear canal as Mythic blew into it, causing me to flinch.

"Mythic! Come on--" During my abolishment, I heard the sound of a roar coming from the back of the structure. I wasn't the only one, as many ponies also heard it and looked on in confusion. I shot back to my telescope as something left from behind the mansion at incredible speeds. All I could make out was a dust cloud. The sound of the roaring grew more distant before fading away entirely. I quickly went to write a letter to the Mayor. I didn't know what kind of monster that was, but I wasn't taking any chances. I'm sure the guards at the human household heard that as well. Hopefully, we'll have a sufficient response time.

[Angela's POV.]

"ARE YOU HAVING FUN YET?" I said as we jumped over a dirt ramp. Looking back at the twerps, Rumble is against the ceiling. Pipsqueak somehow got on the floor in a fetal position. And Featherweight got a death grip on the seat cushions. "Oh yeah, you should put on the seatbelts. Safety first and all that shit."

The twerps got the hint and struggled to wrap the belt over themselves. It did not help that I let them piece together or that I didn't stop driving. But, if these equines were as intelligent as humans, they could figure it out. Then again, the horse is more intelligent than most jackasses I knew back home. But offroading? That's a great way to beat stress. Nothing but you against nature with a could make tons of metal, oil, and pistons, baby! Our little joy ride lasted a few more minutes before I stopped at a small clearing. Taking out smoke, I looked back at my guests. All of them look as pale as a ghost.

"So, still think I'm lying?"

"..."

"Heh, thought so!"

"M-Miss Nyx. This car is safe, right?" Pipsqueak said.

"Depends. Are you still alive?"

"I-I only ask because timberwolves are surrounding us..."

"Timber what?" I check the rear mirrors, and sure as shit, wolves made out of fucking wood are creeping in on us. "The fuck?!"

The timber fuckers took my words to attack as they jumped and slammed themselves against the doors. They broke apart instantly as they bounced off. The sound was like a bunch of kids running face-first into a poll. Can wood wolves feel confused because they stopped to look at the broken pieces of their friends? It's like they were supposed to come back together or some shit. Either way, I wouldn't let walking kindling scratch the paint, so I put the ranger back in drive and did a spun out, knocking them away—one of them survived long enough for me to run it over. I looked down at it to see it trapped under the wheel. This fucking world had to be some kid throwaway pitch to some girly show. Wolves made out of wood. Who thinks of this shit? There must be some good weed in this forest because the pony god was fucked up on it.

"Bad day, huh?" The wolf growled as it could understand. "Yeah, sorry, not sorry. I get that you like to snack on these ponies often, but you tangled with a true alpha bitch today. Next time, recognize who the prey is because it will never be me!" I stop on the gas as the tire reduces the wolf into sawdust as I head back to the mansion. "My bite is worse than their bark, right twerps?"

"..." The lack of response made me look at my audience. They were all looking more shocked than scared now.

"Oh, fuck you. I am allowed to make a joke. Everyone is a fucking critic now..."

[Back at the Manor]

I drove in slowly once I saw the pony CO buzzing around like angry bees. I had to wait until the coast was clear before going back inside the garage. I know I am going to catch shit for this. But I'd say this was a productive day. Driving back into position, I turned back to the twerps, who had been quiet this whole way back. Rolling my eyes at the inevitable shitstorm, I will soon face, I let them out. But, instead of running off, they stood still, looking toward me with their heads down. "Alright, go run off, parents. Tell them the big bad human scared you with her big scary metal monster."

"..." They didn't leave. Instead, they started trembling. I picked my news and brace for the sprinklers. But, the salt never flowed from their eyes. They looked up at me with bright smiles that matched Cheeky Pinkie. "Awesome!!!"

Okay, I didn't see that coming. "Wha--"

"We were moving all by ourselves!!!" Pipsqueak said.

"And we were going so fast. It was like flying!" Rumble said.

"And, did you see what you did to the Timberwolves? They couldn't touch us!"

All three of the twerps turned back to me with pleading expressions. "Can we go again?"

"You want to go again? You liked all that?" I slowly said while looking at them in confusion.

"Yeah!!!"

My confusion shifts into a smirk. It looks like I got myself some adrenaline junkies. "I don't know. Are you three going to narc on me to your parents?"

"Narc?" Pipsueak asks.

"It means are you going to tell on me?" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Thunderlane is my older brother, and no way!" Rumble said.

"Good. Then, you twerps get to stick with the alpha bitch. Fair warning. I curse up a storm. I don't play well with others. You run with me; then you acknowledge me as boss. And I am the worst role model. Got it?" The three dorks nod eagerly at my terms. "Great. If you want to see more cool human shit, then I suggest cleaning the ranger until I--"

"See your face in the reflection!" Button Mash finished for me. They jump on the car with sponges and rags and practically worship the damn thing.

"Heh, we're going to get along fine." It's good to have minions again.

[Morning Breeze POV.]

All the guards were scrambling into the mansion after that strange roaring. It went off at the southeast side of the structure. Unfortunately, there weren't any guards at the time due to the shift change. By the time an investigation got underway, the creature was gone—nothing but a dust cloud left in its wake. Both the solar and lunar guards are scrambling to get answers. I saw my sister coming into the foyer. She is still not fully dressed. How can she be so casual about everything during a crisis?! I will never know. "Moonlit Shine. What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for my shift?" She gave me this bemuse look like I was the one breaking protocol.

"Could you do so with more urgency? A creature was around the perimeter and ran into the Everfree. We need to be on alert!"

"Huh, I didn't get an order from the CO. Plus, if you hadn't noticed yet, our base is a fortress of human design. Nothing is coming inside to eat us."

I groaned at her blatant disregard for the situation. "Just because the Lunar captain hasn't issued any orders doesn't mean we can stand here unprepared! Besides, this build may be impressive, but I doubt it is very different from any other home."

"You haven't been paying attention. Luckily, you have the lunar guard picking up the slack. This building will last. Its structure is on par with the castle of Two sisters." Moonshine said while I gawked at her.

"Wha-- How do you that?"

"One of those smarty ponies who came by to scan the place. You could drop an AMD on it; this baby still stands."

"Pfft. And how much of that statement is true with the anti-magic predominating the mansion?" Moonshine shrugs at my question as I pinched my snout. "Just please show some urgency and get ready."

"Hmm, alright," Moonshine said with a smirk. I wouldn't say I like that smirk. Then, to my great horror, Moonshine strips right before me. "Moonshine! What the hay?!?!"

"What? You said I need to get a change. You never know when we're needed. I can't do that in my civilities now, can I? Besides, we used to bathe as foals, so it's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Yes, as foals. Now, it's highly inappropriate! At least wait until I leave!"

Moonshine then moves closer to me, arms behind her back, smiling. "But who will watch my flank if some big scary monster from the Everfree decides to attack?"

"Gah! Fine! Take your time and get ready. I'm going back to my post!" I grumbled as I walked outside. Sometimes, I hate having white fur since it doesn't hide the blush. Why is my sister so weird?

[Living Room - Afternoon - Nancy's POV.]

I tapped my finger against the table relentlessly. The guard ponies were in an uproar from the apparent sound of a ranger pulling out of the garage. If Angela thought I was a pain in the arse before, then she has no idea what I have in store for her. I can already guess she probably took the Colts for a joyride as payback. If it were anywhere else, I might endorse a little scare. But ponies are skittish. Who knows how this will go over? Deep breathes love. You have guests to entertain. "So, would you two like a cuppa of tea?"

"How can you want tea at a time like this? Didn't you hear that roaring?" Thunderlane asked. Must these ponies be drama queens?

"It is very concerning, Miss Kingston, especially with it being so close to your home." Cream Heart said.

I wave my hand in dismissal. "Don't worry; this manor is more secure than Fort Knox. I would never pay a pound and a leg for some shady shack."

"What's Fort Knox?" Cream Heart asked.

"A well-built, well-protected government structure. You couldn't get within ten miles of it before you got spotted." I said, earning incredulous looks from both of them. "How about a cuppa tea?"

"Cuppa tea?" Thunderlane asked.

"Cuppa tea," I smirked while buzzing for Angela.

"Oh, you must mean a cup of tea." Cream Heart offered.

I just smiled as Angie and the Colts went back into the room. They were carrying the afternoon tea. The aroma was delightful as I picked up a cup and inhaled the scent. "Ah, that smells heavenly. Angie, be sure to thank Walter for me."

"Yeah, yeah," Angie grumbles in her usual greetings.

"Are you okay, dear? I was so worried when we heard that roaring." Cream Heart said, checking over her son.

"Yes, Angela. It was a loud and dreadful sound. But, I am sure you were safe within the manor." I shot my 'employee' a glare.

Angela had the gull shrug at me, " I haven't got the faintest idea. I heard from the walking clunkers that there were crazy things in that forest. Who knows, right boys?"

"Yeah," Button said.

"Scary stuff," Rumble added.

"It's quite dangerous, ma'am." Pipsqueak affirms.

I deadpan at all of them. It seems Angela has some new followers after their joyride. I sighed and took a sip. "Well, I am sure we don't have anything to worry about with all the guards stationed here." Cream Heart said as she turned to her son.

"Are you sure everything is fine, dear?"

"Mom." Button whined. "I'm fine. It was just some loud noise. I don't know why everypony is freaking out."

Cream Heart's eyes shot up incredulously at this. It was relatively easy to guess why. The colt's attitude was a complete one-eighty from this morning. The same goes for the other two. I looked over to Angela, who was wearing a smug grin at the boy's words. There was no way in whatever passes as hell in this world that her little stunt was supposed to garner this kind of reaction. Yet, here she was, acting like it did. Would adding another week to her sentence be spiteful? No, no, it would not. Any further missing was interrupted by Diane coming into the living area with Miss Heartstrings and the twins. Diane smiled with excitement as she showed off a box in her hooves.

"Hiya, Thunderlane, Cream Heart. Who wants to play Jenga?"

"Jenga?" Thunderlane asked.

"It's a nifty human game." Diane took the box and dumped the contents on the coffee table. The others looked at the rectangular wooden blocks and assembled them into the tower. "Who wants to go first?"

"Um, what's the point of this game?" Cream Heart asked.

"You pull out the blocks without making the tower collapse." Miss Heartstrings said. "It's like being in construction. I'll go first." Our minty friend chooses one of the blocks on the side and puts it on top. "See? It's easy."

"And boring. What's the appeal to this?" Thunderlane asked. Despite his complaints, he still moves a piece from the right side. We laughed when the piece he touched was firmly in place, causing him to use more force and topple the tower. "What!?"

"You can't use too much force or risk knocking the tower over." Miss Heartstrings said.

"And you can't pick another piece after you touch one," Cece said.

"Wow. That was the fastest round ever."Pinkie commented.

"Hey, no fair. I didn't know this thing was so fragile. Go again!" Thunderlane outcried.

Pinkie reassembled the tower quickly as we all became invested. "It's okay, bro. You suck at the structure. Remember when you tried to impress the flower girls by building them a new stand?" Rumble said as he moved a middle piece to the top.

"Rumble! We don't talk about that, remember!"

"Oh? Is there a story here?" I teased.

"It wasn't much of a story; it was a full-blown news headline," Mrs Heart said. She moved the piece from the bottom middle to the top.

"Roseluck, Lilly, and Daisy are a little excitible." Miss Heartstrings said sheepishly. "When the stand holding their prize rose collapsed, they were screaming murderer throughout the streets of Ponyville."

"Yup, my big bro spent a week in the jailhouse," Rumble said.

"It was complete horseapples! I forgot to put in one screw! And they had four rose plots on it!" Thunderlane protest.

"Well, maybe you would've done a better job if you weren't so busy charming up Lilly." Mrs Heart chastised.

"Hey, she was the one into me!"

At this outburst, Thunderlane made the tower collapse again. "Ha. Rizzing isn't the only thing you can't keep up." Angela mocked.

Thunderlane hits his head against the table in frustration before rebuilding the tower. "Again! And no more distractions!"

"Boss, what does rizzing mean?" Pipsqueak asked.

"Oh, that sounds tasty. Is it a new human food?" Diane asked. Bless her innocent heart.

"Depends on what you're sallowing," Angela smirks. The smirk falls as I shoot her a look. "Tsk. Relax, granny. It's just a word we use for dating each other..."

"Oh, so it's a part of human courtship?" Miss Heartstrings beamed. "We can talk about it after the game!"

"A splendid idea, Miss Heartstrings. I am sure there's more for Angela to share with you." I said with a wicked glee that made Angela groan.

The game went on for another hour. Thunderlane seemed to have the worst luck, making the tower fall over six more times while insisting on another round. It fell on my turn once. The twins had two. The Colts each had three collapses. Whereas Miss Heartstrings, Diane, and Mrs. Heart were picture-perfect. I would say the game helped ease the tension. Despite his losses, Thunderlane isn't as on guard as before, and Mrs Heart is much more relaxed and casual. I also notice that the twins sit beside the Colts and cheer each other on. I let out a content sigh at the feeling of normalcy since getting stranded here.

"Madam, we have a rather unscrupulous visitor." Walters suddenly said through my wrist intercom.

"Unscrupulous? What does that mean?" Button Mash said.

"I think it means unwanted, dear." Mrs. Cream Heart stated.

"Did you bring along anyone else?" I asked.

"No, it was just us and the foals."

"Maybe it is some of the town ponies wanting to come and make new friends," Diane said, bless her naive heart.

"Pfft, yeah, right. I'd give my left nut if the ponies of this town want to start acting like they give a--"

"Thank you, Angela." I interrupted. "I am sure the guards will turn this pony away."

"I am afraid it is the opposite, madam. The guards allowed this pony on the premises. He's waiting in the main foyer now." Walter said.

Angela instantly shot up upon hearing that. "The hell? What are those walking suits doing?"

As I got up, I was inclined to agree. I pressed the button on my intercom to respond: "Walter, notify my grandson and the others. Tell them to meet me in the foyer."

"Already done, madam. They are there and waiting for you. Our guess is with the Mayor; they have some important matters to discuss."

"Well, let's be off then."

[Main Floyer - Juliet POV.]

"I can understand the Mayor being here. But, I am afraid I am at a loss as to who you are, sir." Xavier said evenly.

I know that tone. Xavier isn't feeling very hospitable, and it's not that I blame him. We all got the news and made it to the foyer quickly. When Walter told us the problem, I could hardly believe the guards would let someone in our home without credentials. But he was - a portly Earth stallion with royal blue fur and a burnt orange mane - wearing a goudy pink suit. He had this greasy, rich tycoon air all over him. Mayor Mare is with him, along with Twilight. While Mayor Mare is looking apologetic, Twilight is entirely indifferent. Nana Kingston came strutting into the foyer with our pleasant company. I know that walk. Nana wasn't here to give a warm greeting. All of us were anxious as Nana spoke.

"Can I help all of you?"

"Yes, you can, madam. You can start by giving me a tour of my new home resort." The stallion said.

"Excuse you!?" Nana balked.

"I am fine, thank you."

"Perhaps an introduction is needed here, Mister Piggybottom," Mayor said in an exhustated tone.

"Ah, yes, that is right. I can't be rude—that's bad for the brand. I am the illustrious Jiffy Piggybottom, Founder and Owner of the largest, super convenient marketplace—Nifty Jiffy's—where you get rock-bottom prices in a jiffy."

"Huh, not a bad slogan," Donny said as we glared at him. "What? It is!"

"Thank you. Our marketing team is top of the line."

"That's all peachy, but it doesn't explain why you're here," I said.

"Why, I am here to tell you all the good news. You are all a part of the Jiffy family. I have to say, employing hyo-mans will be good optics." Jiffy laughed.

"And who the fuck says we're working for a corporate lard ass?" Angela added her unique take. It's rare when Nana Kingston lets that slide.

"That is why I am here and wanted to handle delivering the news," Mayor Mare said in aggravation. You see, Mister Piggybottom purchased the land on which your house appeared. In all the excitement, there were delays in processing the paperwork. But they just cleared a few days ago. The land is legally under Mister Piggybottom's ownership."

All of us picked up on what the Mayor was saying. "...And that includes everything on top of it." Xavier croaked out.

"Bullshit! Wasn't this place under quarantine by Princess Cowtits?! Or is this a new way of fucking us over!" Angela cussed.

"Princess Celestia is fair and just. She would not bend the rules when it comes to legal documentation. The reason for Mister Piggybottom's earlier comments is that Princess Celestia has approved your citizenship in Equestria. Thus, the quarantine is lifted." Twilight hotly stated as she produced our certificates. It was all here with the royal seal and everything. "However, as citizens of Equestria, you are subject to Equestrian law. Therefore, you do not have permission from Mister Piggybottom to occupy his land."

"I was going to open a store in this little hamlet—bring in some much-needed traffic to boost the quality of life. Imagine the heartbreak I suffered when a freak occurrence uprooted my chance to pioneer change," Jiffy said.

We all can hear the swarm of his tone. "Grandma, what does this mean? Is Mister Piggy going to live with us now?" CC asked. The thought of that made my skin crawl. If the situation weren't serious, I would've chuckled at the name slip-up.

"Normally, it would mean you all would pack up and leave the permisses - either civilly or by armed escort--"

"You think you're going to fucking put us out!?!?" Angela had to be restrained by Leo and Donny as she lunged out Jiffy.

"But I understand your situation is unique, so I devised a wonderful compromise for all of you. You can work under me. You." He points to Xavier. "You can be the manager. You strike me as a creature of organization." He points to me next. "You can be the greeter, holding the door and saying hello. Ponies love pretty faces. Say, let me see you smile."

I can't believe this asshole. "What?! I'm not--"

"Oh, never mind. Those teeth will scare away the clients."

"Hey, that's my sister you're talking about!" Donny said in outcry.

"Oh, good. Ponies love tight familial bonds in the workforce. You can stock the shelves. And you." He points to Leo, who still holds Angie back while arching a brow. You are strong. My new store will need somepony to watch the merchandise. I don't expect any thievery in a niche community like this, but you know how some foals can't help themselves."

Jiffy went to ruffle Button Mash's mane, but Cream Heart pulled him back with a disapproving stare. "I can't help but ask where that leaves me in your plans?" Nana Kingston asked.

"Why, head maid, of course. You and the young ones can help around my property since you have the most experience caring for it. There will hardly be a change to the status quo at all."

"Hell No!!!"

"You out of your mind!"

"You can't do that!!!"

"FUCK THAT!!!"

We all, except for the ponies and Nana, voiced our objections. There was no way this was happening right now! "If everypony will calm down, I believe I have a solution," Twilight said, gaining our attention. "Since you are the only group of humans left in the world, that makes you an endangered species. That means you fall under the Preservation Act."

"Why does that sound like a government-endorsed breeding program?" Xavier questioned as Angie and I balked.

"I assure you it is nothing so crass. You will be relocated to Canterlot and provided every comfort until you feel ready to expand your numbers." Twilight finished with a pleased look on her face. I bet she spent a few hours in the mirror practicing that line. How could she think we would be on board with something like this!? Before we could protest further, Nana spoke up.

"Ah, so less of a breeding program and more of population control right under the Princess' watchful eye," Nana Kingston said in disgust. "I paid for this manor and oversaw its construction. It isn't just a fancy structure or pampered living. It is our home—a place we can have peace, where I will die before anyone takes it away!"

I saw the guards tense up as Jyffy's face went sour. However, before anything could happen, Lyra joins the discussion. "Wait! There is something they can do!"

"What's that, Minty?" Donny said.

"You can repurchase the land. A similar issue happened in the farmlands of Baltimare." Oh god, the puns. "A bunch of settlers built their homes on owned land. The settlers didn't know the land belonged to someone else when the owner found them. The royal guard got involved, and the settlers almost got the boot. But they had already planted their crops. That's when one of the farmers promised to pay their worth with the earnings of their crops. The soil proved fertile enough to grow many crops, and the farmers brought the land from the owner by the end of their harvest."

"Oh, I remember reading about that exchange. It went all the way to the Princess herself." Mayor Mare said. "If you can acquire the funds to pay Mister Piggybottom for the deed, you can continue your residence here."

"Hmm, I suppose that is fair if you are willing to pay a million bits—an amount I doubt you have on hand." Jiffy chuckled.

I made a face at that. Where can we get that kind of money without access to Nana Kingston's bank account? "How much time are we allotted?" Xavier asked.

"Six months is the standard time frame for monetary exchanges," Twilight stated.

"Fucking nerd." Angie scoffs.

"Then, we agree. I wish you all the best of luck. And don't fret; I'll keep my word and take you all into my employ should the unfortunate yet obvious outcome happen. If you need me, come by the Two-bit Inn and give me a holler. Have a good day."

"Hold on!" Nana called out. "What do you say we put a wager as well."

"A wager? What do you have in mind?"

"When we come up with the money to buy the land, you must double our payout. Should we lose, we will work for you, with no questions asked.

"Hmm, that hardly seems fair. I am the only one paying out of pocket in this deal. How about I take a million of your paychecks, and we'll shake on it?" Jiffy holds on to his greasy hoof.

"Grandmother-"

Xavier started, but Nana cut him off. "I have faith in us, dear." She looks back to the stallion and shakes his hoof. "You have a deal, Jiffy."

"Haha, that boss Jiffy to you, madam." The stallion finally left.

Nana glares into the back of the stallion's head as he finally left. "Walter, please bring me some hand sanitizer."

"Right away, madam," Walter said as he left the foyer.

"Ms. Kingston, are you sure it was wise to make that deal?" Cream Heart asked.

"Good fucking question," Angie said, marching up to Nana. "Stupid old hag! Where do you get off selling us up shits creek!? Are you finally going senile?"

All the ponies could see a growing tension and went to leave. "This conversation seems personal. Button Mash and I will take our leave now."

Cream Heart took her son's hoof and went to the door as he protested. "But, Mom!"

"Now, Button Mash. You and the other go get changed."

"We - uh - got to go too, Rumble. Come on, Pip. We'll drop you off at the orphanage." Thunderlane said.

"Oh? So you're going sit here and pretend you didn't lose the pot back. Where do you think we're going to get that money? A fucking foreign exchange rate? Better yet, let's give the horse all the cash we have on hand. I'm sure green mint bills might taste like shit-stained grass. Maybe Julie can sell her ass for two bits and a holler down gingerbread lane."

"Hey!!!" I shrieked.

"Don't you mean sugarcube corner?" Pinkie said.

Angie went to respond, but Nana cut her off. "Before you speak, Angela, know this: I have been more lenient with you today. We will discuss this more in the living room, but I have already said I have faith in our ability to overcome this issue. Now curb your bloody tongue before I grate it with my clever!"

Angie grits her teeth to stop a snappy remark and relents as Xavier returns with the Colts. "Hey, look at you three. Nice duds," Donny says as the Colts all have new clothes.

"Check me out, bro," Rumble said, showing off a black check with a black jacket, a white shirt, a combo, and gray pants.

"Yeah, these clothes are awesome." Button Mash said, wearing a red shirt with blue shorts.

"It is rather nice." Pipsqueak complimented. He had a powered blue shirt and brown pants.

A gasp escapes from Cream Hearts' muzzle. "A-Amazing. If I were here, I would've thought Rarity made these clothes."

"How the hay you made them this fast?" Thunderland asked.

"I had these numbers premade from last night. I couldn't resist the prospect of making clothing for a different species." Xavier said.

"You certainly are perfect. But I can't accept these for free," Cream Heart said as she took out a checkbook. "Here, I can't spare much, but at least this will be a good starting point for your debt."

All of us looked at the check as Pinkie exclaimed. "Wow. A thousand bits. That is a good start. Hold up." Pinkie said, rummaging through her mane and pulling out a bag. "Here you go, Pinkie's rainday fun bag funds. It should be about 500 bits here."

"Pinkie. We can't take that from you." I said.

"Tch. We don't need any handouts." Angie said.

"Well, it's a good thing we don't have hands." Lyra joked, holding a bag herself. "I can pitch in 200 hundred of my bits right now. I have to go back home to get another 300, and Bonnie owes me a favor so I can squeeze some bits out of her. And I bet she has some openings in her shop."

"Yeah, and the Cakes are always looking for some extra helpers. There's an opening for an assistant chef right now. You'll be Pinkie Pie endorsed!"

All of us were at a loss for words at the showing of kindness. CC and Nattie ran over and hugged Lyra and Pinkie. "You're the best ponies." CC chirped happily.

"Bro. We got to help out, too." Rumble said

Thunderlan rubs the back of his head, letting out a long hissing sound. I know that hiss. Donny always does that when he's broke or wants to welch on a bet. "Tiss. I - uh - don't know. I'm strapped for bits right now."

"So, you're broke," Donny called out.

"I'm not broke!"

"Yeah, he's poor," Angie said.

"What!? Hey, you're looking at a future Wonderbolt!"

"I hope they don't accept admission fees since you're so strapped for bits." Donny goaded.

"Aragh. Fine!!!" Thunderlan cries out as he fishes inside his pocket and throws out a bag. "That's 250 bits. And I got five thousand in the bank! I'll bring a thousand over with Rumble tomorrow. Does that sound poor to you?"

"Nope, sounds good, bro. Let's go home." Rumble said with a bright smile.

"Yeah, let's go. I'll show you who is poor and broke. You're all the ones without a job and bits..." Thunerlane grumbled as the two left.

"We'll be on our way as well. Thanks again for your time and patience." Cream Heart said, ushering Button Mash outside.

"Um, sir?" Pipsqueak said, gaining Xaviers' attention.

"Hmm? Yes, Pip?"

"These clothes you made..."

Xavier arched a brow as we all looked at him. "Yes? Are they too tight? Would you like me to refit them?"

"...No, sir. They are fine. Thank you." With that said Pipsqueak ran out behind Thunderlane and Cream Heart.

"What now?" Leo asked.

"Let's all move to the living first." Nana Kingston stated. The walk was short and quiet before we entered the room and took our seats. Donny and Leo sat with me on the couch with Lyra to the right. The twins sat on their knees by the coffee table with Pinkie. Angie opted to lean on the bookcase. And Nana sat in her armchair with Xavier flanking her left. Walter joined us a little later with some hand sanitizers. After applying some to her hands, Nana clapped them together as she went to speak. "Alright, loves, let's brainstorm."

"Are we sure our currency is worthless? We never went to any official treasury to discuss foreign exchange?" Xavier asked.

"Hmm, I suppose it is worth a try. Pinkie, does Equestrian Bank utilize credit cards?" Nana asked.

"Do you mean those little plastic cards? No, I can't say we have those. I still don't know how a little card can hold all your bits. Are you sure you can't use magic?" Pinkie innocently asked.

"...Right, that's a no then..."

"What about our gold and jewels in the lock boxes?" Xavier asked.

"Assuming we can trade those, their value runs up to one hundred thousand," Nana said.

"Well, that's a good start."

"Oh. Oh. There's the cakes and Bon Bon's candy shop. And we can check with my friends. I'm sure Applejack has plenty to do on the farm. There's also Rarity's shop and Fluttershy's animals." Pinkie reminded.

"And let's not forget the bulletin board in the town hall," Lyra added.

"Those are fine suggestions, but the problem lies with the ponies. Will any of them be willing to interact with us?" Nana said.

"Fat chance of that happening. Other than that fat sack of glue from earlier and cow tits purple gimp, none of the citizens of Maryland came out rushing to see us." Angie said. She gained a thoughtful expression before smiling. "Although, after looking at how we rolled Thinderdunce out of some money, these ponies might be some of the easiest marks."

"First off, no. We're not pulling scams. That will make ponies distrust us more. Second, you have a point. We're not the most popular around here." I said dejectedly.

"That's because ponies don't know you like we do." Lyra vehemently denied it while she gestured to herself and Pinkie. "I know the past few weeks are rough, and Ponyville ponies are a bit skittish, but I know they can come around."

"We need to eliminate the preconceived notion that we're some bloodthirsty barbarians," Walter commented.

"So, what do you suggest? A tour through our lovely abode? A documentary on the life of the humans?" Donny asked.

"Don't be a butt!" I said, making Donny chuckle.

"Oh. Why don't we do that?" Double C said.

"Do what, dear?" Nana asked.

Nattie points to the TV as the twins smile. "We always have for movie night. Why don't we share it with the ponies in town?"

All of us stared at the girls in shock. "That could work," I slowly said.

"It could, but we have to regulate what we show," Nana said.

"We could overcharge like the movie theater on snacks!" Donny exclaimed.

"Reasonable prices!" Leo said flatly.

"Heh, I got a couple of shows to share." Angie grinned as I felt a sweat drop.

"Oh, I can pass out the flyers and spread the word. Ponies are going to love this!" Pinkie cheered.