Canterlot, Retail street
1000 hours, March 20, 1980

Gears, Blueblood, and their Guards had gotten to a tent off to the side of the closed street. Gears entered the tent with his ‘crew’ behind him. He picked up a clipboard and walked over to the lunch table.he began looking over the food, making sure it was all up to code. Blueblood climbed on to the table and reached for an apple fritter. Gears saw him reaching for it and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and set him down on the floor next to him. He proceeded to glare at Gears.

“Mister Gears, I’m hungry”

“Blue, we just ate. Please, just wait another hour or two”

“NO I’m hungry Now!”

“No, you're not, you just want to eat”

“I’M HUNGRY I’M HUNGRY I’M HUNGRY!” Blueblood repeated. Gears growled in anger, but before he could yell, a hoof was on his shoulder. He looked at the offending hoof, noticing it was connected to a familiar red pegasus mare, who gave him a disapproving glare. He backed up a bit and let her do her thing. Harvest got closer to blueblood and raised her hoof.

“He stopped yelling and looked at her angry “Bluey, how about we get you fish?”

“No, I don’t want fish, I want that!” he pointed at the table where apple fritters were

“Those are for the ponies who eat bugs.” she lied

“Eww”

“Do you want to eat bugs”

“NO NO”

“Okay then wait we’ll get your food when we're done here okay”

“Okay,” He said disgusted

Gears breathe in and out several times before calming down. He then walked up to Blueblood, picked him up, and put him on his back. A group of mares in pants suits approached the table. The mares all had badges on their chest. Four of the mares walked out of the group and approached them. Gears straightened his tie and stood as tall as possible. The mares looked up at him. Three of them had a look of disgust and fearful, while one looked with intrigued. After some drawn out silence, the mare with a crescent moon badge spoke up.

“Hello sir, you must be the organizer,” she asked voice trembling

“Yes ma'am, might I ask who you might be?”

“Honey bees and you are?”

“Gears Sweets, good to meet you, Honey.”

Well, Mr Sweets, this is my peer landslide. Me and her are a part of the Lunar Republicans. Those mares besides her are Lemon Leaf, and Golden Grass, their Celestial Democrats.”

“Yeah, like the badges didn’t tell me that already” he said try to be witty

“Yeah sorry that came out wrong” it failed

“It's fine, now what's your policy? I need to come up with some questions for the speaker.”

“Oh, why don’t you go, Golden Grass”

“Fine, I’m planning on a putting though an executive order that would allow us to stop business from discrimination against stallion who are just trying to get a job. I also want to secure the border. We have way too many illegals have been coming in.”

“I also want to secure the border, but I don’t think we should get involved with businesses. We should probably encourage stallions to boycott any company who won't hire them.” Honey bees said.

“Who cares about stallion unemployment? We should be worried about expansion of business,” Landslide mentioned.

“We should make some more laws to keep them in line,” Lemon Leaf added. The mares began yelling over one another, making blueblood feel scared.

“Lady, please calm down and let's take this one at a time. You're making my son cry come on,” Gears yelled louder than all the mares. The tent went completely silent as everyone stared at him. Blueblood was shaking with a mix of fear and joy. Blueblood heard no one had ever yelled at to help him. Gears turned his head and faced Blueblood. The two lock eyes. Gears saw the emotion in Blue’s eyes. It made him feel terrible. He scared him again, and he wasn’t even trying, and he still scared him. A strong strike of guilt hit him like a train.

Honey bee cleared her throat. “You're right, Mr Sweets, let's go one at a time. How about everyone getting a turn? That's something a stallion likes, right?”

“Sure, let's go with that” Gears grabbed Blueblood and put Blueblood on the ground and looked over to Red Harvest. He gave her a look, which she picked up on immediately. Harvest trotted over and picked up Blueblood. She gestured for Green Day to follow her.

Canterlot, Retail street
1100 hours, March 20, 1980

Harvest, Blueblood, and Green Day walked out of the tent and stopped near a half decorated stage. Blueblood got off Harvest back and began walking to a table that was at the other end of the stage. Harvest turned to Green Day neither of them noticed Blueblood wasn’t with them any longer.

“So Your colt friend seems nice, but he's not much of a looker no offense”

“What are you talking about?”

“You and that stallion come on I’m not stupid with that look he gave you in the tent?”

“What no NO!, we are not together. We just met like two days ago.”

“Sure you did, well what you two do in your free time is up to you.”

“We aren’t together. Why would I lie to you”

“Well, he's a VIP, and you're a guard. Two don’t aren't supposed to be together.”

“I’m not with him like I said and I don’t know too much about Gears, but I doubt he would care about career position.”

“Okay fine, keep your secrets”

“Where uh whatever, blueblood what do yo- blueblood!? Bluey!?”

“Where’s the kid? Green Day asked Nervous

“I don’t know?!”

Canterlot, Retail street
1100 hours, March 20, 1980

Blueblood walked up to a mare who was about to reach for a badge, but stopped when she noticed him. The two looked at each other for a bit as she looked around over the closed street. She saw two dusk guards at the other end. Speaking to one another next to them was a closed sign on the Gold and midnight tent. She looked across from her and saw a construction team. To her surprise, she saw that they were mostly stallions. The mare looked back down at the colt. After realizing that no one was looking for him, she lowered herself to eye level with the colt.

“Hello there little colt, what's your name?”

“Blueblood, what's yours?”

“Morning star, so now do we know each other's names? Do you think you can tell me your dad’s name? maybe your mom’s?”

Blueblood’s eyes welled up with tears “I-I-I don’t”

Morning star patted him on the head. "It's okay, it's okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel sad.” she hugged the young colt. After a couple of minutes, Blueblood pulled away sightly and wiped his tears.

“Ms, what are you doing here?”

“I’m just going to get my badge and head into the tent.”

“Why is everyone wearing those thingis?”

“Well, it to tell the others what are group we’re a part of”

“But why do you have those groups? What do you ponies do?

“We are the one who get other ponies to vote of them and once we get enough; we get to lead ponies and help them with other thing”

“That sounds nice” blueblood smiles at the mare, making her heart melt.

“Well, aren’t you a little charmer? Well, let's get you to whoever is taking care of you.”

“Oh Ms Harvest is taking care of me because mister Gears is busy in the tent.”

Almost right on cue, a Guardsmare walked up and picked up Blueblood and put him on her back “Bluey no, you don’t talk to strangers, hasn't Gears told?”

“No, he hasn’t”

“Well I’m telling you, now I’m sorry Ms if he was a bother”

“No not at all I'm just glad someone came for him. Colts are in low number nowadays”

“Actually” Green day addressed the mare “the Canterlot bureau of biology is saying that the next generation of ponies will have more colts than filly and it will keep swapping till its evens out”

“Really, where did you read that a magazine” she asked genuinely

“A news article said not every stallion reads magazines.”

“Sorry, I am just interested in where you got that information”

“It's fine it just don’t assume something that you can't prove”

“Then how was I supposed to know where you got it from and every stallion I know owns magazines?”

He was about to open his mouth but was stopped by Red Harvest shoved her hoof in his mouth, causing Blueblood Giggle. She quickly pushed Green Day back to the tent. Once the three got far away from the mare. She Glared at Green Day, he glared back at her, waiting for one of them to brake.

“What in Tartarus are you thinking? She’s a politician, That's not somepony you want to mess with.”

“I was just annoyed that she assumed what I’m interested in.”

“Ponies assume things based on a group. Think about that if most stallions read magazines, then it's fine for her to assume it.”

“It's still not fair”

“Life isn’t fair and something tells me you're a stallionist”

“Yes”

“Oh sister, kill me.”

“We just want stallions to be treated equally.”

“We can’t. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because stallions and males in general are stronger than mares. You can’t fight a mare equally. you can’t get pregnant, you're a stallion and if you want respect, you work for it. Nothing is against you, just stop complaining.” Harvest finished her rant and trotted to the tent Blueblood just held on to her as she quickens her place.

Canterlot
1300 hours, March 20, 1980

After two hours of waiting, Gears finally came out of the tent having a look of annoyance on his face. It quickly went away when he saw Blueblood. He grabbed Blue and placed him on his back. The two Guards saluted and followed him. Blueblood looked off into the distance and saw the castle.

“Mister Gears, are we Going to see the princess?”

Gears, who was looking at the clipboard in his clawed hoof, answered, “yes Blue she is the one Going to make the questions for those mares back there”

“Okay”

The two guards were glaring at each other, not even paying attention to the stallion and colt in front of them. Green Day trotted to Gears' side. Harvest quickly signals to him not to speak. He just gave her a glare and spoke up.

“Hey VIP Gears, may I ask a question?”

“shoot”

“What do you think about stallionism”

“The dumbest thing I have ever heard.” Harvest began laughing like a mad mare.

Author's Note

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