Moonlite Ranger

Chapter two: Oil that tastes like…

(Part 1)

“Your fretting.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

The woman scowled to her subordinate who sat across and was propped up on her elbows, eyes half closed in amusement. Sheriff Shako faced the full length mirror again, trying to smooth out a stubborn wrinkle on her tan work shirt. Deputy Willow signed inwardly watching her boss continue stressing over a uniform that was beyond perfect. They were both roughly the same age but Shako was far more responsible, more mature. She was tall, a full head over herself, with silky chestnut hair cut short above the ear. Her body was thin, near masculine in appearance with only subtle hints of femininity showing in her hips and small chest. Willow took a moment to look down at her otherwise short stacked features, a bust that stretched tight against the fabric of her similar work shirt and brown slacks she'd had to get custom made to fit her sizable thighs.

Sheriff Shako picked up her star set down on the desk and pinned it to her right breast. Its bronze surface was polished to a mirrored sheen catching the light as she twisted back and forth again. With a satisfied smile at the crisp cut of her uniform she then grabbed the velvet lined stetson and tucked it under her right arm.

“A first impression means everything Deputy.” she said cheerfully, Willow rolled her eyes leaning back in her chair. She was…less than pleased about the new hire. Sure getting some help would be nice, not that much crime ever happened in Ponyville. It's always just been the two of them for the last couple years.

Just the two of them.

Alone.

Together.

Willow bit her lip as Shako turned and headed to the window. The subtle tick of the Sheriff's hips warmed her cheeks to a cherry red.

A memory came to her.

Hearts and Hooves day…

A bottle of wine…

Heated breathes against flushed skin, two equally frustrated people locked in sweet drunk passion. Desperate to a point of being pinned to the floor hands forced over her head with three finger shoved deep into her leaking puss-

*Ring ring*

Willow snapped to her feet launching the phone off the receiver just catching it before crashing to the floor.

“Uh-Deputy Willow, how many I assist you?”

Shako gave her a startled look ,she smiled in embarrassment whilst hastily writing information down a notepad.

“Yes-of course- yes sir but I really don't thin- Yes she's here-I understand but-we will sir i-”

Shako was already beside her by the time she set down the phone. With a grumble Willow tore off the note from the pad and handed it to her.

“Old man Humphreys at it again.”

“Someone poisoned his watering hole? Is this a joke?”

“He's threatening to take it to the mayor….”

“Again? Ah hell that's the last thing we need.”

Shako glanced worryingly at the time, it was still early so perhaps…Willow already had keys in hand and was heading to the door. Hopefully this matter could be resolved before their new Marshal was given a bad impression.

–

He refused to be carried.

Chache waved to Fluttershy above the trees, her tan wings flapped gently against the thermals. It was a decent walk into town from her house, he’d taken a cab to get to the bar originally. She'd offered to carry him awkwardly shifting side to side touching fingertips together eyes wide and shining. Dash huffed arms crossed taking flight without giving him a second look.

He politely refused to be carried.

Dash drifted side to side rolling her shoulders trying to get the kinks out of them. Fluttershy kept stopping to wave down at Chache. Some part of her hated to see this the girl was just so fragile, so easily manipulated. Dash eased herself back glidding beside Shy who spun in the air positivity glowing.

“He seems…”

“Wonderful! I know right?”

“Ollllld, like as my dad. And your dad” she bluntly pointed out, as if it hadn't been obvious. Fluttershy let out a tittering laugh nervously scratching her cheek.

“What's so wrong with that?”

This girl.

“Just don't….I'm your friend Shy.” Dash gently touched her should slowing them both midair. Fluttershy looked away rubbing her arm a well of nerves bubbling inside.

“ I just want what's best for you, don't rush into things lik-”

“You don't have to remind me.”

The snarl in Fluttershys word left them both shocked. Rainbow Dash sniffed rubbing her nose, Fluttershy wanted to apologise but a raised hand silenced her.

“Your right. I'm sorry…just know I'm here for you Fluttershy. Always.” Dash smiled gently making it clear she held no I'll will. Fluttershy let out a cry of relief suddenly embracing her in a bear hug. Twice now Dash found herself smothered in the avalanche of cleavage which would have been far more enjoyable if they were fifty feet off the ground.

A sharp whistle bellow broke them apart, Chache waved with both hands to them. They'd traveled a good distance and where probably a few miles shy of the towns edge. He'd stopped in the center of the long dirt road pointing off to the side to a field that ran along side. A little bit away was a small pond and what seemed to be a rather sizeable crowd formed around it…

–

Things went from bad to, really bad when the other ranchers showed up. Course Old Man Humphreys was already difficult enought to deal with in the first place. The old timer was half senile ,deaf in one ear, and stubborn as a mule. No sooner had they arrived he was already roaring up a storm.

“Damn Apples! At it again!”

And

“Rottin, two bit lickin, fruities!

Then the ever loved

“Witches! All of em! Specially that Smith! Took my good eye for some potions!”

Old man Humphreys still had both his eyes, but that didn't stop him insisting otherwise. They tried to price together what exactly was wrong with his watering hole. It'd taken some effort but he eventually gave a rough explanation.

“Cattle run this patch every week you see! But lately they been refusing to come even near this place had two die already from the heat!” A distance away a good head of cattle snorted lazily chewing some grass. It was getting hotter as the day progressed having both lived in the area most of their lives seeing the cattle not waiding or drinking from the pond was out of the ordinary.

“Sure some possum didn't just drown and make the water bad?” Willow offered earning a harsh glare from the cantankerous old man.

“Do I look like I was born yesterday girley!? Waters fine, but the cows won't touch it none of our cows will!”

That's when all the other ranchers in the area showed up. Apparently everyone in the county was having similar problems save one. Willow and Shako found themselves grossly outnumbered as a group of very pissed off ranchers started calling for the Apple family be called to justice. Old man Humphreys may be grouch but he held big sway in the farming community.

Talk of “taking care of it” and settling it “the old way” filled the heated air. They both looked at each other alarmed quickly seeing a lynching about to occur.

“Excuse me.”

This was going to go from a real bad to a collosal one of the didn't do something.

“Excuse me!”

Slow hands drifted to pistol grips, a warning shot would that work? Certainly, right?

“EXCUSE ME!”

All heads singlular snapped to Fluttershy who had just screamed loud enough that a glacier elemental some ten thousand miles away stopped what it was doing to listen. Immediately she hid behind Chache having just surprised herself at the action . He and Dash both blinked owlishly momentarily wrong footed.

“Good morning, all.” Chache recovered first clapping his hands together. His hands settled on his belt buckle making the silver flash in the daylight.

“I'm Ranger Chache, your new Marshal what seems to be going on here Sheriff.” His words are slow just as his steps are. They part as he meets each of their gazes evenly daring anyone to speak up. He stands next to Shako and Willow who are both open mouthed.

“Waters been poisoned.” Said Old man Humphrey pushing his way through the other ranchers. Chache nods his head looking to the watering hole. He kneels down finger tips touching the surface. Silently he brings it to his nose giving it a soft sniff.

“And your saying that someone intentionally did this?”

“Yeah! Those dirty rotten App-”

Chache rounds on him making the old man stumble backwards falling to his backside.

“Do you have any proof of this accusation?”

“N-no! B-but-”

“BUT NOTHING.” He roars a pistol suddenly in his hand pointed directly at the shaking mans head. Shako doesn't bother to look down at her now empty holster. A single loud-Click-causes everyone to take sharp breathe.

“I will say this once! I will not have frontier justice on my watch! I am the law! And the powers that be the Moon and Sun have given myself and those under me the means to dispense it.” His grey eyes bore into Humphreys, a patch of wetness forms in his lap.

“Do I make myself clear?”

Silence.

BANG!

Chache fired a single round between the piss soaked man's legs. Everyone jumped, except Humphrey who would later deny but completely and utter did in fact scream like a little girl before promptly fainting. Not a word is spoken as the other ranchers hurriedly nod their heads in agreement before picking up Humphrey and running back from whence they came. With smirk Chache spun the revolver before handing it grip first to Shako, who is still processing what the hell just happened.

“Well gat damn.” Muttered Rainbow Dash with a healthy amount respect. It took some serious stones to pick a fight with any rancher round these parts. And out numbered at least ten to one at least.

“Sure know how to pick them Shy..Shy?”

Fluttershy had stopped listening shortly before the first shot. Mostly because one hand was at firmly clutching her right breast while the other teased the front of her shorts threating to dive right into soaked folds. Where it not for some shred of decency likely this would have occurred.

This fucking girl.

“That was…”

“Holy shit , I've never….”

Sheriff Shako holstered her pistol taking Chaches hand and shaking it firmly. Willow took it next making sure to do it extra hard.

“I doubt that'll work twice.” He said as they finished with the pleasantries. A man of action their new Marshal seemed to be both could get behind that.

“Give me the broad strokes.”

So they did, everything that'd happened up to they arrived.

“This isnt the first time allegations against the…”

“Apple family.” Explained Shako as they walked the perimeter of the watering hole.

“They've worked the apple farmer north of here for generations. It's the best farmland this side of the Everfree. Alot of people just don't like them because they've been so successful, their decent folk the Apples their matriarch Granny Smith has invested a lot into the community over the years. And their eldest Applejack why she's an Element of Harmony!” Toted Willow still excited from the spike of adrenaline. Chache wordlessly kneels down again rubbing his fingers together his eyes squinted. He sticks them in his mouth for a moment before spitting suddenly.

“It's not poisoned, but definitely not safe to drink.”

This makes them both look at one another worried.

“This pond..it's part of a underground river right?”

“Yes…the Ursa in starts in the norths and works it's way south. Almost all the ponds around here are part of it.”

Chache stand upright again rubbing his hands dry on his pants. He rubs his chin scanning the distance tree line to the north where the edge of the pond started.

“Think going to Apple Farm would behove everyone. Did you two drive here or…”

Willow pointed to a parked green and white SUV with PNYville Sheriff's department stenciled on the side. He nods then steps between them heading back towards Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. Dash raises a brow as he approaches, while Fluttershy all but tackles him.

“Sorry about that.” He says stumbling at her sudden weight she mumbles something into his chest he can't hear. Dash clears her throat before he has a chance to ask what.

“I take it your going off to do some police stuff?” Dash guessed jabbing a thumb towards the waiting Sheriff and Deputy. He shrugs helplessly or at least attempts to under Fluttershys iron grip.

“Duty calls, yes.” He said managing to pry himself loose from her. There's a flash of silver and in his hand is a crescent moon piece the size of a walnut. Chache takes Fluttershys hand and carefully placed it in her soft palm. With care he closed her hand then softly kissed her closed fingers.

“Id like to take you out to dinner, movie anything to get know you better. Call me with this okay?”

Dash has to refrain from gagging at the soap opera level of flirting happening right now. Fluttershy cant find the words to speak just manages to rapidly bob her head up in down. With a smile he lets go turning and jogging over to the waiting women by their vehicle. Rainbow whistles as they clamour in and start to drive away.

“Smooth as silk that -holy shit are you okay!?” Fluttershy had fallen to her knees face flushed beyond healthy recommendations and body twitching in various ways. Dashes initial concern quickly evaporated at the realisation that her friend had just had an orgasm.

“THATS IT! NO WAY HIS DICK WAS THAT GOOD. I DEMAND ALL THE ANSWERS!” She yelled grabbing the bliss faced woman's collar and dragging her in the direction of town.

–

He finds himself in the back of the squad car, such is the irony of things. Sherif Shako drives while Deputy Willow rides passenger. A few minutes of silence pass before any of them speak.

“It's an honour, to have someone such as yourself working with us.” Shako says looking at him through the rear view mirror. Theres a slight edge of hero worship in her words that makes a small grin form.

“I could say the same, you both handled that situation better than most.” Both women beam at his praise, Willows earlier reservations were all but cleared up they'd be neck deep in shit if he hadn't shown up.

“Thank you sir-”

“Please call me Chache.”

“Of course si-Chache, couldn't have done it without you.” Shako adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as they turned down a road towards main Apple Farm.

“Couldn't help but notice you were with two of the other Elements of Harmony before….” She started earning a thumbs up from Willow who'd seen the same thing.

“You mean Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash? I'm not familiar with these elements one of the Apples is one of them as well correct?”

This thoroughly surprised both of them given how common knowledge it appeared to be. In turn they explained the various aspects of the Elements of Harmony their place in Equestria and how all of which were located in Ponyville.

“So some of the most powerful aspects of known society. Capable of doing battle against the forces of chaos, and otherwise reality breaking creatures or events. Are all located in this completely unassuming town in the middle of no where. Living daily lives with the powers of god's at their finger tips. Am I understanding this correctly?”

Both of them nodded as the SUV drove over a cattle guard and onto the Apple family farm.

“And we're going to…huh fuck me jogging okay right.”

“Is everything-”

They rolled to a stop before a large two story ranch house. It might have well been the gates of hell….

–

Applejack was standing on the porch when they all got out of the car. She was a impressive woman: Tall, tanned, muscles that flexed at every careful movement. If an Amazonian was put side by side the only difference would probably be the flowing blonde hair that was braided neatly down her back. From her large bust ,chiseled abs and strong thick thighs the apple farmer was every inch a force to be reckoned with. She wore a loose flannel that was tied around her midriff and white tee that did just as little to contain her cleavage. And a pair of short cut jeans that stretched tight around her thighs like a second skin from her current stance.

Which was that of well controlled aggression.

Shako and Willow nervously glanced at each other as the element of Honesty tipped her hat.

“Mornin officers…” She said green eyes drifting over them. Chache got out much slower meeting the weighted gaze evenly as he shut the car door.

“Fraid I'm not familiar with you mister…?”

“Chache, Marshal Chache. I'm assuming your Applejack?”

The blonde smirked leaning against the center post of the porch. It'd taken her a moment to recall where she'd seen him before. Today was certainly turning out to interesting.

“Hm yea that's me alright. What can I help you with today….Marshal.” She asked cooly as he began to approach the porch. His hands rested on his belt buckle as he gave the front of the house a good looking over.

“Got a few complaints, name was brought in quite a few of them. So, doing some do diligence clear things up. Mind if we took a look around?”

“You got a warrant?” Growled Applejack fixing him with a scowl. While having only interacted with her on a few occasions both women could tell that she wasn't in a mood for games.

“Got something to hide?” He pressed setting a boot on the first step. Applejack shoved off from the post and was face to face with him in a heart beat. They met eye to eye her green filled with a fury against his icey grey. Shako and Willow once again felt helpless in the situation well beyond anything they'd dealt with to this point.

“No. We don't.” She said with a click of her tongue. Applejack never took a step back or looked away as she extended both arms till they were level with her shoulders.

“I'll give the nickel tour just for you.”

“Fantastic, we’ll-” he started to turn to them only for Applejack to snatch up his collar. Again they were face to face inches from one another.

“Only.you.” she repeated her words barely above a growl.

“Fine.” He hissed as she let go, Chache rubbed his throat where the collar had dug into the skin. With a curt nod in their direction he gamely followed Applejack who’d already strolled away. Shako sat back in the vehicle first both hands shaking.

“Are we…are we gonna die?” Whimpered Willow fastening her seat belt and sinking into her seat. Shako was busy praying to every god she knew to give a solid answer.

–

Chapter 2: interlude part 1 “Cant both become the…”

Pissed didn't even begin to describe Applejacks mood right now. She'd dealt with alot over the years from uptight business men who'd never worked a honest today, to weasel faced snake oil salesmen who sold magic deagin lotion to Granny. Which half the time turned out to be mud, not even GOOD mud crammed into a tub. But this, this took the cake. Giving this grey eyed old bastard a tour of their honest living and having him scrutinize everything.

Course she gave the tour of the farm often city folk always marveled at the ‘simple’ life she lived. Course they didn't understand how non simple it was. Most got all googley eyes half way through anything she said instead staring at her ass of tits. She gave him details about the various machines and tools used around the farm. Course that wasn't enough wanting to know how where the fuel is kept how it's stored. Even when they went through the cider making endless question after question following everything she said.

“And this is the main orchard.” She huffed leading him down one of the many paths they used daily. Chache walked slow running his hand across the bark. Applejack watched him closely as he knelt down picked up a small clump of dirt off the ground at rhe base of the tree. To her shock he then ate it.

“What in the sam hell is-”

“Sulfur.”

“Excuse me?”

“Bits of ammonia, getting some fish…hmm not regular sulfur.” He stood up slowly meeting her shocked eyes.

“Draconic sulfur.” Chache stated daring her to say otherwise.

“That would be illegal.” Applejack replied cooly crossing her arms over her chest. Draconic sulfur was an extremely potent fertilizer agent. Compared to regular sulfur it boosted soil vitality tenfold. However it also resulted in dangerous mutations in plants often leading to carnivorous variations of otherwise docile species. It was a highly regulated and used only by the most skilled botanists. Owning even a gram was considered an felony.

“Extremely yes…but I could be wrong.” He said with a coy smile. Applejack was long last playing games at this point. She shoved him hard into the tree pining the lawman to it.

“What's your angle Marshal!” Applejack had his collar again lifting him clear from the ground. Chache kicked wildly struggling to free himself, after a few useless moments of being pinned like a bug he relented but was far from broken.

“I could care less about your fertiliser! I've got a mob of people wanting yours on a pike. I'm trying to prevent that so if you would kindly fucking cooperate it'd be appreciated!” Chache snapped baring his teeth. Applejack was keenly aware of the water situation going on but hadn't made much progress on her end. She dropped him, now free Chache was on her in an instant. Using his leverage to the tree to grab her arm and pull. Applejacks vision blurred as she was slammed into the same surface. He had hand a fistful of her undershirt sheer suprise kept her from lashing out.

“Don't you ever put your hands on me like that again.” Chache barked knuckles white from just how hard he gripped her.

Well this was…new.

A warm feeling started to bubble in her core, not the most unwelcome of ones either. Was this what people felt like when they were helpless? Sure there had been times when she had been overwhelmed or just flat out exhausted to the point of collapse. But never helpless , she could fell a redwood tree in a single kick and have energy to spare.

Course he was a male, an older one at that no where near as strong as herself he was starting to shake just from trying to hold her up this long. But getting a real good look at him…

He wants so bad looking, Fluttershy had seen something in him…

Was it is weathered stern face? Or perhaps the flint in his eyes? Maybe how he seemed to be focusing on everything about who he was talking to not just who they were…

So many questions.

Applejack found no answers, except one.

That being just how turned on she was by a brief moment of being completely out of control.

“Please…um let me go…” She mumbled a steady blush forming on her cheeks. Chache picked up the embarrassed edge to her voice becoming acutely away that only did he have her shirt in his hand but also her bra along with it. Her cantaloupe sized orbs threatened to spill out if held up any longer. Without a second thought he let go distancing himself from her. Applejack faced away from him covering her chest with the unbuttoned portions of her flannel.

“I apologise for that. But I still refer to my previous statement.” He calmly said as her back was still to him. A slight shiver went up Applejacks spine wondering what it'd feel like if…

Forgive me Fluttershy, but I might have to fight you for this one.

The thought made her grin wickedly before focusing back onto the point. She turned to him her face neutral still holding the front of her flannel.

“What did you have in mind?”