Chapter 3. Dogs Are Rude.

After breakfast I went outside with Quinn, it was warming up outside and he wanted to show me around his house. From the outside the house was big with pillars in the front and a small barn in the back, the windows were tall, some had flower boxes under them and most of them were empty but two of them had cats in them. Too which Quinn said were strays that he feeds to keep the mice down.

“Do you mean you don’t control the animals and how they repopulate?” I asked as I was confused.

“No sweetie and we don’t control the weather either, sure we try but always end up failing…”

“Oh,” was all I said.

“Well if you want to explore some more, sweetie I have some things to do,” He said.

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I was sitting on a bench watching Quinn work on what he calls a truck, he was kinda irritated with it, and when I tried to comfort him he ignored me. So I decided to go explore as he told me to do earlier... Quinn's property was massive, he had a house and a small cabin that was behind the house which he called the lodge there was also a large barn that caught my interest.

Walking over to it with some pep in my hoof beats I was surprised at how I didn’t notice it earlier. But I guess I was paying more attention to Quinn and his not-so-good tour. But if he has things he needs to do I don’t mind.

My curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to the barn. With a quick look inside I could smell shit and dirty hay but I didn’t see any animals. The inside was barren except for some sort of two-wheeled vehicle and some sort of one-wheeled object that looked like it connected to the vehicle. Tools were scattered across the ground and what looked to be oil leakage on the ground. I also smelled something like gas which probably came from the oil.

It was good that the floor was concrete so the oil doesn't seep into the dirt, I thought.

I walked further into the barn and saw a ladder that led to a loft. I knew it was a bad idea to climb the ladder so I stayed away from it.

On the back wall there was a picture of Quinn when he was younger and a man that I guessed to be his father that passed away. There was a sword hung on the wall that looked well worn with dents and scrapes on the Damascus steel.

I guess I should ask Quinn about this later, I thought.

Some more tools hung from the tool rack on the wall along with wire, tape, and some other things I had no clue what they were. I walked further into the barn and passed what I guess was Quinn's workshop. In the back of the barn was a pile of hay that had bits of shit and pee mixed in with it. It smelled awful so I decided it was best to leave it to decay.

I might ask Quinn where the animals were that made all of this later. But as of now, I am exploring this place and I want to know more about Quinn, by snooping through some of his stuff. I noticed the sound of footsteps and was startled by Quinn picking me up.

'What is a little filly doing in a dangerous place like this?’ he asked.

“Uh I was definitely not snooping, I said as he carried me out of the barn.

“Sweetie, you should stay out of there. There are animals that might hurt you,” He told me.

“What animals and what do you mean by hurt me,”

“Well sweetie it’s breeding season and I don’t want you full of my Border Collie’s Cum.”

“You have a dog?”

“Yeah, I actually have two, Muffin and Brownie. Muffin Is male, but he hasn’t been home. But that doesn't mean he isn’t now. Especially if he smells Brownie in heat he could be anywhere. And I… Quinn was cut off.

Bark bark bark bark!

“Well speak of the Devil,” He said as a black and white dog came running into the barn.

He jumped up and grabbed a hold of my tail.

“Yow! I scream
“Muffin Let Go Now!” Quinn Commanded the dog.

The dog kept tugging on my tail and it hurt worse than the time I got beat up at school.

“Muffin Let Go Now!” Quinn Commanded the dog once again.

The dog let go whimpering.

“Kennel Now! Quinn Commanded the whimpering dog.

I started crying and my dock and tailbone hurt tremendously and I thought It felt as though blood was dripping from it. I tried to move it but it hurt too much.

Gee, I hope it isn’t broken. I thought to myself

Quinn took notice of this and carried me inside and into the bathroom. He grabbed a first aid kit and took out some gauze wrap.

“Um… S’mores how do you wrap this around your tail without making it bloody?” Quinn said

“I think you're going to have to shave my tail…”

Quinn paused looking at me with a sad expression on his face.

“Sweetie but what about your butt curtain … isn’t your tail for privacy.”

“Yes but even if I don't shave it, it would be all matted with blood and I'd have to either try and brush it out and hurt my tail even more or shave it anyway.

“Well ok, Sweetie but you better not wine if I take a few looks back there…

I blush at his comment.

Grabbing a shaving razor from a cabinet he began shaving my tail. The razor was cold and it kinda tickled.

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It took Quinn about an hour to fully shave my tail off without hurting me. He was now gathering up my hair for some odd reason.

“Hm, I bet I could make a bow out of this for my fiddle,” Quinn said as he gathered up all my hair.

I giggled at his idea but was surprised he had a fiddle.

“Quinn, I didn’t know you knew how to play music,” I said

“Actually Sweetie I only have it as a collector's item. It was signed by a famous musician. But I do play the harmonica.” He told me as he picked me up and sat me on the ground.

“Could you play for me,” I asked hopefully?

“No, my X-wife took most of my music stuff… But I kept what was most dear to me: my collection of Green Day albums, my fiddle with broken strings, my dad's harmonica… That is also broken… and a kazoo.” He said. Kinda. Losing his focus when bringing up his dad.

“What is Green day I asked,”

Well, it’s a brand that I like, I have some other music too but that's all on my phone,”

The more he talked the more confused I got. He seemed to realize this.

“A phone is a way to talk to others and gather data, it can be used for other things to like listening to music watching movies, and my favorite talking to friends over discord,”

“Noooo, Please no Discord...” I said Scared.

“It’s ok S’mores, not MR. Chaos, but the type of discord you talk to other people in a group chat.
“What?”
“How about I just show you,”

He then picked me up and carried me back to the living room. It was bigger than I remembered. Probably since I was super tired that night before I didn’t grab all the details.

The leather sofa had a blanket on it, probably the one I was going to use the other night before Quinn decided to change his mind and let me sleep with him. The walls were stained wood with a few spots of drywall to separate them. The house could be more decorated but the sparse placement of furniture made it look drab.

Quinn seemed to take notice of this and said, “If you're wondering why there is hardly any furniture, my Ex-wife took it with her. I just wish I knew where she is so I could see her again."

He took out what seemed to be a small box with lots of holes and began blowing into them.

Sounds began emitting from the box to make a song. It was a cheerful song and made me want to dance to it. As Quinn
continued playing, I felt the urge to sing. However, I didn't know what to sing, so I instead hummed to the rhythm of the song. Then, I heard lyrics in my head. Sometimes there would be a random urge to sing in Equestria, but I didn't know it also applied here. The lyrics were morbid, but with such a happy tune. it's…as if the writer had written the song not knowing how bad her childhood had been. She still has the innocent sound

It sounded like something Pinkie pie would sing, but the question was how would Quinn know that.

I stopped Quinn after thinking about how he could Know songs from my world.

A short explanation later, I felt very confused… But a loud noise from outside startled us both

“That sounded Like a car horn, but why would anyone be here…” Said Quinn. He then got up and looked out the window. I followed him and did the same.

What I saw was a big-looking automobile that looked similar to a house. Quinn had told me about Automobiles and Vehicles but he never told me about this kind. I looked at it with confusion.

“Sweetie I am gonna go see who this is, can you please stay inside,” He said sternly.

I nodded my head.

With that, he had left to go outside into the cold.

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Some time of waiting for Quinn, I had got up off from the sofa that I was laying down on the back of and went into the kitchen to get a cup of Apple juice since I was getting thirsty, it took me a while to figure out how to open those big bottles that Quinn had in the fridge but I eventually got the hang of it.

Thankfully Quinn left some plastic cups in the lower cupboards for me to use so that I don't have to ask him to help me out. After getting myself a cup of juice, I heard a sound from outside that I didn't recognize as well as some heavy-sounding music that I never heard before.

Sitting the cup down on the table next to the other sofa in the room, I went back to where I was before and took a peek out the window to see what all that noise was about.

I saw the same vehicle now with the side door open, Quinn was standing outside the door smiling.

Not sure what was going on, I decided to get a closer, yet careful look. Before I went outside, I quickly chugged the drink that I got then I went outside.

I jumped into a nearby bush in case anyone who had arrived would see me.

"Now what should I use to get closer to this thing?" I asked myself before I spotted a cardboard box.

"Perfect!"

Climbing into the box, I began to move closer to the house on wheels but ended up bumping into something. Turned out to be the garage, then the dumpster, then a pile of dead leaves and mud, before I bumped into someone's legs.

"Uh, just a box" I heard an unfamiliar voice say.

That was when I froze I quit moving and placed my hooves over my head right as the box was lifted off of me. Looking up, I saw another human that looked a bit fatter than Quinn and had a bit of a beard but with more mustache and wore a dark grey hoodie with a white t-shirt that had a blue-eyed wolf on it as well as a pair of dark midnight blue jeans and dirty white shoes. I squeaked as Quinn facepalmed at my presence, and the unknown human looked at me with both surprise and uncertainty.

Right as I was about to turn and run back inside, the human picked me up and asked me a question.

I eeped.

"So I take it that you're the little fella that saved my friend's life?"

I nodded, "Well I have to give you a big thank you for doing that S'mores." And it knew my name.

He then asked Quinn if he wanted to come into the RV *so that's what the house on wheels is called* So he could make us some lunch since he had some leftover meat from when he was in Nebraska. If I remember, Quinn told me that place was northwest of here.

The human put me down and the three of us went inside the wheeled home and I was hit with the smell of a skunk. Quinn noticed the said smell before I did since he was outside and asked his friend if he could spray some air freshener around the place. After spraying around the place, the skunk-like smell started to fade out and was quickly replaced with the smell of flowers, but also not quite like them. After he was finished, the human decided to tell me his name.

"Well with that out of the way, my name's Alex," he said to me as he went to the fridge of his home and got out a can of what I presumed to be a type of soda named 'surge'.

Quinn took a seat on a nearby chair and was handed the same thing that Alex got himself even though Quinn doesn't really drink that stuff.

"So, how'd you enjoy traveling across the country?" Asked Quinn who opened his can of soda and took a drink.

"Well to put it short, it was amazing. Hell, I got this camper for free from a lady whose ex owned it before I did. I was in Illinois for a few weeks and that was when she gave me this hunk of an RV. After that, I came back to town to get my stuff from my mom's place that I left for safekeeping." Quinn's friend replied to the question he was asked.

Taking the time to look around the place, it was pretty clean save for a trash can that was full, an empty pizza box, and a bag from a fast food place called "KFC '' which on the bag said it stood for "Kentucky Fried Chicken". I also noticed that the place was painted a cream-colored paint safe for the bedroom that was visible which had a darker blue paint for the walls and ceiling.

There were also some posters around the place which had the names of some bands and some video games too. One of the posters had a ragdoll that looked to be laying down with one of its eyes removed right next to it, its torso cut into and was laying in front of an orange, red, and yellow-painted background with the name of the band 'KoRn'. "Who would name their band after a vegetable?" I thought to myself. I also saw another poster from the said band but had a girl in a pretty red dress playing hopscotch towards the edge of a cliff with grey figures or other kids behind her. I could read the words "Follow the Leader" on the poster.

I looked at the rest of the said posters. But one in particular o caught my attention. It had what looked to be some sort of fox-like creature with grey fur with black spots over its eyes, stripes on its arms, and had some dark blue and brown in its mane. It also wore a black t-shirt and had light blue eyes. Looking closer, it also had features similar to that of a raccoon and a wolf.

Some odd smell radiated from the bed, I recognized it but wasn’t quite sure what it could be. It was a musky smell that kinda reminded me of the potion that my friend used before we had… never mind. Was that smell actually cum… I know the potion that my friend used was made with it and some other herbs and materials. But those herbs smelled nothing like this.

“I began sniffing the bed.”

Alex laughed. Which nearly made me jump out of my skin.

“Um S’mores I wouldn’t climb up there, I haven't had time to clean my sheets,” He said.

I walked back into the room kind of disgusted but I can’t say that I haven't done the same to Quinn’s sheets he loaned me... because I have.

What? A fillies got to do what a fillies got to do.

I sat by Quinn leaning my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and giggled. I was starting to really love Quinn, enough that I wouldn’t mind having him mount me. But I didn’t know how to tell him. I was a pathetic filly with a shaved tail. Why would he want me? Heck, I ain't even his kind.

End of Book one

Author's Note

Sorry for the short story But the next one will be longer :)