“Mal, I said to give him a hug, not make out with him.” Twilight said as she release her magic hold over the bounty hunter.

Mal and Brad exited out their bro hugs fast enough to break Equestrian land speed records. Brad cough loudly into his hoof as Mal collapsed the nightstick and place it back into it's holster.

“So, we done here, Sparkles?” Mal said as he put back on his shades.

“Yeah, Mal we're done.”

'Are we now?' Mal thought. 'Exactly when is it ever gonna be over? When is it ever gonna be over for me? Where's mah big break? Huh? Ever since Ah ever got here, all these stupid horses can ever do is question me, lecture me an' try to correct me like some filthy, half breed mutt.'

Mal gritted his teeth as he watched the letter disappear into the purple mare's saddlebags.

'Look at that smug bitch. Her an' her fuckin' talkin' handbag are goin' to be all over town, gloatin' over their lil' victory. An' by suppertime every single horse is gonna be talkin about of how Princess Sun Hole's pride and joy put one over on the dumb human today.

'Screw that noise. How about instead Ah give them sum' thin' to really talk about.'

“Great! So seeing how me an' Brad here are best buds now,” Mal spoke aloud as he held out his hand. “Ya gonna give me that letter.”

“Actually, I'm thinking of holding on to it, for now.” Twilight said as she patted a fore hoof on her saddle bag. “You know. Just in case you need a reminder.”

“Ya know, that sounds like such an awful, silly idea, Sparkles.” Mal said. “Seein' how flammable an' such that tree house of yours is. Why don't ya hand that over. No point in letting uh trivial little thing be the judge of our friendship with mah pal Brad here.”

Twilight, Brad and Spike all stared up at the bounty hunter in disbelief. It took a few moments for the librarian to respond to the request. “Mal?”

“Yes?”

“Did you just threaten to burn down my home?”

“Now, Ah honestly jes' don't know what to say to that!” Mal said in mock disappoval. “Here Ah um, expressing mah undue concern for ya an' ya lil' lizard's safety, an' ya go off uh accuse me of arson. Ah'm offend, Sparkles. Can't ah fella worry 'bout uh horse who lives in tree jes' filled with lots dry, dusty, ol' paper.”

Mal took out his zippo lighter and flicked it open. It's flame shined brightly in the reflection of the purple unicorns large eyes as Mal slowly waved it about in front of her face.

“It would jes' break mah little heart see all those books uh burnin'. All those books that some pony could be readin'.”

Twilight flinched at the loud metallic snap as Mal flipped the lighter's chromed lid closed.

“Whooosh! Gone! Jes' like that! Can ya image such uh terrible thing, Sparkles?”

“Uh...” Was all Twilight Sparkle could say as her body started to quake with fear.

“All that literature.” Mal said with a raspy stage whisper. “All that knowledge. All those answers to life's naggin' questions...Jes' turnin' to ash an' blowing off into the wind.”

Twilight felt herself break out in a cold sweat. Her mind was locked in battle within itself to stave off the raw animal panic from consuming her wits.

“Twilight, are you okay?” Spiked ask as he looked at his caretaker in concern.

But the librarian didn't give any indication of having heard her scaly assistant. She was busily reining in her terror. She had to assess the situation. Process it. Analysis it. She had to -

Mal snapped his fingers in front of Twilight's face.

“Whats it gonna be horse?” Mal asked sharply. The startled librarian looked up at the bounty hunter towering over her. She open her mouth to say something. And then close it again. Twilight lowered her head in defeat as her horn lit up.

“I-I'll just let you h-hold onto this.” the frighten mare said as the letter floated out from her saddle bag. She levitate the parchment over towards Mal's open palm.

“Wha-Twilight! No!” Spike tried to stop the letter from floating away. But the magical shield that had earlier stopped the bounty hunter from getting to the letter was now being used to prevented the dragon from doing the same. Mal grin as the letter made it's way over to him.

Suddenly, a orange hoof nabbed the floating letter out of the air.

“Ah'll hold on to that letter for ya, sugar cube!” Applejack said as she tucked the letter away into her own saddlebags.

“Don't be troublin' ya self with that letter either, horse.” Mal snarled as he turn on the meddling interloper. “Ya gots uh farm to run, Ya can't support no family on nun' thin' but burnt ashes.”

“Ah know where ya happen live too. Mal.” The freckled face mare gave the bounty hunter a soft smile as if to say 'See? Two can play at this game.'

'So those were yer hoof prints Ah found last month.' If the apple farmer was looking for Mal to blink then she was sorely disappointed.

“That's sum bold talk for an apple farmer.” Mal said coolly. “Ya think ya got what it takes?”

“Ah suppose Ah do.”

“Really? Ya ever beaten uh man within the inch of his life?” Mal said as he took a step towards the orange colored mare. “Don't bother answerin', horse. Its uh trick question. But ya know who as? This fella. Right here.”

“There's are always a first time.”

“Well lookee at what we have here! Ah do believe that we have ourselves uh badass here!” Mal squatted down in front of Applejack and pinched the apple farmer's cheeks. “Aren't ya jes an' adorable lil' horse.”

The mare turned her head out of the humans grasp. “Ah'm serious Mal. Ya try messin' with me or any of my friends and...”

“An' what? Ya'll bake me into uh apple pie?”

“Ah don't scare easily, Mal. Ah've deal with timber wolves with louder barks then you.”

“Horse, it's gonna take a lot more then just bangin' pots and pans to scare me off.”

“Applejack,” A deep rumbling voice spoke out from behind the bounty hunter. “Ah understand that this fella cause ya trouble earlier?”

“Ah gots this Big Mac.” Applejack said, looking up over the crouched bounty hunter's shoulder. “So don't be troubling ya self any. Jes' run along.”

Mal looked behind his shoulder. Directly behind him stood a five foot tall, crimson red muscular stallion. The look of fury that was coming from the freckled faced pony was hot enough to make tungsten break into a sweat. A look that Mal Coltran was more then used to receiving with his entire life. Although, usually not from talking ponies.

“Ya heard ya sister, tough guy.” Mal said nonchalantly. “Back off.”

“Eenope.” Big Mac said, as he flicked a wheat sprig from one side of his mouth to the other.

“Big Mac,” Applejack said sternly. “Give the man some room.”

“Not until he apologizes for what he did.” The stallion rumble. "Roughs up mah sister an' gets away with it! An while he's at it, he can apologize to Miss Sparkle too.”

Mal slowly stood up and turned to face the work pony .

“What ya gonna do, hoss?" Mal said with a chuckle "Step on my toes?”

“Ah don't step on toes – Ah step on necks” Big Mac said as he eyed the human. Mal returned the glare as he spat out his thoroughly chewed up toothpick.

“Is that so?” Mal said as he placed a fresh tooth pick in this gap tooth jaw. “An' how ya gonna do that with ya horse shoe comin' loose?”

The Big Mac looked down and was greeted with hundred thousand volts of electricity right on the chin.

“BIG MAC!” Applejack cried out as she saw the three hundred pound pony fall bonelessly down onto the street, his body spasming and twitching.

The freckled faced mare attempted get to her fallen older brother's side. But when a pair of sharp metal prongs were placed just mere inches from her nose, she stopped. Her snout wrinkled at the stench of frying ozone and burnt hairs. Small electrical arcs shot between the two metal spikes, snapping and popping loudly.

Not moving, Applejack stare up at the man. He was not smiling his trademark easy going grin. There was no emotion to the human's face. None, When Mal spoke it wasn't in his usual joking mannerism.

“Ya see that? That is mah cattle prod. It was made back during the 1950's in Edge Water, Minnesota. This piece of Americana classic retailed for about 35 bucks an' was use by mah uncle to re-educate trouble sum' draft dodgin' hippies. It's got uh two an' half foot carved oak stock, tipped with twin solid brass spikes an' Ah've upgraded it with uh rechargeable battery so it can hand out a 100, 000 volt ass whoopins til the cows come home. An' it has uh hair trigger.”

The Apple Farmer continued to stand her ground as Mal pointed the crackling cattle prod at her face.

“An' if case yer tiny horse brain weren't able process all that, let me dumb down for ya: It means Back Off.”

“What the fuck, man!” The loud color pony known as Brad exclaimed. Mal cuffed Brad sharply behind the ear. “Quit ya whining! He'll be needing uh few minutes but he'll be fine.”

Mal nudged large crimson red stallion in the ribs with the toe of his boot, causing the still smoking pony to groan loudly. “See? He's fine. These horses are tougher then old boots.”

“He better be more then just 'fine', Mal.” Applejack said. She tried to put up a strong front in front of the bounty hunter but her misting eyes were betraying her. “ 'Cause if he dies, you best hope that the Princesses gets to ya first before Ah do, ya hear?”

Mal pushed the apple farmer's stetson hat off her head with end of his cattle prod. The freckled face farmer didn't even so much as blink as she continued to stared down the bounty hunter.

“Ah'm startin' to get sick an' tired of talkin' with ya'll tough talkin' horses.” Mal says as he holsters the cattle prod and scoop up the fallen hat. “An' Ah really don't kindly to threats from amateurs. Especially when it's comin' from uh horse. An' all day for me it's been nun' thin' but takin' uh lotta guff from uh lotta tiny horses.” He twirled the hat in between his hands in front of the orange mare.

Applejack held up a hoof. “Well, maybe if ya were nicer to us ponies, things wouldn't be so rough for ya. Now, if ya could kindly hand me back mah hat an' step aside, please, Ah need to see mah bro-” But before anypony could response, Mal mashes the hat over the freckle faced mare's head, jamming it past the mare's eyes and ripping it's brim competently off. The bounty hunter then snatch the letter out of the blinded apple farmer's saddlebags and spun around on Twilight.

Twilight opened her mouth to let out a word of protest but the bounty hunter cut her off by jamming the letter into her mouth.

“Ya keep your stinking letter, ya shut in!”

The purple unicorn spat out the letter. “I-I don't understand! Why are you giving back my letter?”

“Because Ah finally came to mah senses, Sparkles. Ah realize ain't got nun' thin' to lose anymore. Ah've been trap here, tryin' to deal with the strangeness day after day. An' ya know what? Ah'm through playin' these silly horse games. It's time for ya all to git uh clue!”

“Mr. Coltran, I don't understand what this as to do with treating ponies with respect.”

“Because Ah don't belong here! Why should Ah be the one forced to be complacent in uh world that makes zero fucking sense to me. Huh? Tell me Sparkles – Explain to uh 55 year old man, who's lived longer then most of ya dumb horses. Who's seen an' done shit that would cripple all ya fragile horsie minds for life. Explain to me why ya really wanted me to be yer friend? Why ya wanna shoot the shit with me everyday? Why ya wanna listen to me talk about things - things ain't no fuckin' talkin' horse ever gonna understand? Why?”

“Um, uh I-”

“ 'Cause ya wouldn't, that's why! Ah'm unnatural! Ah'm uh monster an' freak livin' here in this place full of colorful talkin' horses that wanna tell me how life's suppose to be! Ya all need to control me! Ah need to be tamed an' trained. To take away mah humanity!

“ 'Cause in all honestly Ah scare the shit outta all of ya.” Mal said as he pointed a finger out at the crowds of ponies that were standing a dozen yards up the street.

“Well, all of ya an' stick that all that right up where Princess Candy Ass's sun don't shine!” Mal picked the letter up off the ground and shoved inside the unicorn's saddle bag. “Ah ain't lookin' to be liked by no fuckin' horse. Do you understand me?! Ya'll don't like the way Ah make mah livin'? Well, ya'll can kiss mah pink rosy ass! Ya don't like the way Ah git sumin' done? Tough titties! Ah play by mah rules an' mah rules only.”

Mal stepped back towards his chained bounty as he continue to berated the librarian. “Ya can threaten me as many of these forced barnyard life lessons on me as ya can. Ya can wish me off into the corn fields, turn me in to uh garden gnome or lock me up an' throw away the key. But there ain't nun thin ya can do that's ever gonna make me start carin' 'bout this fuckin' ridiculous place.

Brad let out a loud squeak in surprised as Mal hauls up his bounty and heaves the neon pony over his shoulder like sack of potatoes.

“So go ahead, Sparkles! Send ya complaints off to Queen Glitter-Puss! Ah hope she gits so pissed, that she gits an aneurysm over it! Now, git outta my way. Ah'm gonna take my bounty an' Ah'm gonna go home. Any slow learnin' horses stupid enough to git in mah way is gonna git the shock treatment.”

The bounty hunter brushed pass Twilight and Spike as he thudded up the street. The librarian watched the small crowds of ponies scattered like leafs in the wind as the bounty hunter made his way up the market street.

A voice call out. “Uh, Twilight? A little help over here, please!”

Once Twilight and her assistant freed the Applejack from the tattered remains of her stetson, the farmer ran over to her fallen brother's side.

“Gosh, darn it! Ah told ya Ah was handling it, didn't I?”

“An' what kind of brother would Ah be to leave mah sister's side to fend for herself?” The stallion gave his sister a lopsided grin as he tried to get back to his hoofs.

Applejack tried to stopped him. “Ah don't think it would be such a good idea to be getting back up right now. Not after gittin' laid out like that.”

“But the farm-”

“I'm afraid that Applejack's right.” Twilight said. “You need to rest and keep off your hooves. Maybe for the rest of the day.”

“Ah, nonsense!” Big Mac said as he stood back up. “See? Besides-”

The large stallion legs wavered and then fold out from underneath him. “Big Mac!” Applejack cried out in alarm. A soft purple colored aura stopped the stallion in time from hitting the cobblestone for a second time as it wrapped it self around the pony.

“Thanks Twilight.” The levitating stallion grumbled in defeat. “Ah hate to admit to it... But Ah guess that feller really did a number on me.”

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Applejack grumbled as Twilight had paid a hansom cab to take her brother back up to Sweet Apple Acres. Spike even volunteered (after a few convincing words from Twilight) to go along with her brother and assisted with some the farm chores. Meanwhile, all that Applejack wanted to do was take off after the bounty hunter and stomp a mud hole into his chest. Especially after Spike had blurted out of how the bounty hunter had nearly ran down her kid sister, Apple Bloom, with that rusty horseless carrige of his.

“He has some nerve!” Applejack said as she watched the Hansom cab disappear around the corner. “Twi, somethin' as got to be done! Ah swear everyday he's gitin' meaner then a half starved ursa minor. Ah think we need-”

Twilight cut off her friend. “No.”

Applejack gave the librarian a mixed look of worry and anger.

“What do ya mean 'no'? Can't ya see he's outta control?! Look at what he did to my brother, not to mention mah hat! Forget mah hat, what about what he nearly did to Applebloom?! We need to-”

“No.” The unicorn said again. “We leave him alone for-”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE?!” Objected Applejack with disgust. “Ah'm sorry Twilight, but ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

Applejack immediately regretted her choice words as her friend narrowed her eyes at her.

“We are all going to leave Mr.Coltran alone.” The librarian said with restraint as her right eye gave a tiny twitch. “Just for today.”

Applejack frowned for a moment before it dawn on her. “Oh, Ah get it! Yer gonna let the Princess handle it! That's some smooth thinkin' ther-”

Applejack's jaw nearly hit the ground as she watched her friend shredded the letter. It's little papery bits disappear as they scattered into winds of the approaching storm.

“Wha-”

“Need to handle this on our own, Applejack. We gonna get the rest of the girls and we're going to carefully plan out just how to take care of Mr. Coltran.”

“An' what if he does something else before then? What if he hurts somepony? Or worst, what if he ki-”

“The only thing Mr. Coltran wants right now is to be left alone. And neither of us is going to do anypony any good if we take off after him, alone. No, the best thing for us to do is for you take care of your brother and sister while I get hold of the others for tonight's strategy meeting at the library.”

“Well, Ah suppose yer right and all.” Applejack looked off in the direction that the bounty hunter had walked off in. “It's just that fella...is, well....”

“Intense.” Twilight said.

“Yeah. Intense. An' indifferent.” Applejack was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. “That fella wasn't bluffing ya know. When he said he was going to burn down your home...he meant every word. An' that scares me Twi.”

“You heard all that?”

“Not only did Ah hear it, but Ah saw how ya were shaking like a fright filly after hearing her first ghost story.”

Twilight let out a shaky sigh in frustration. “I-I can't believe Celestia would just let something like Mal Coltran just run around Ponyville without being properly researched first.”

“Are ya sayin' she's made a mistake with letting...” Applejack couldn't find it within herself to first her question. It was a stupid question anyways.

“No...” Twilight answered.

“Ah guess yer right. It wouldn't be fair of us to go about questioning her. After all-”

“...She's scared of him.”

“What! Horse apples!” Applejack stared at her friend in shock at the statement. For Twilight to admit to believing that her mentor to have a weakness was not like the librarian at all. “What she got to be scared of? She's an immortal goddess who helped created Equestria. For her to be afraid of Mal Coltran -”

“Because there's more to Mr. Coltran then what everypony believes.” Twilight said in near whisper.

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Aw, don't tell me ya pay those rumors any mind.”

“But what if he is?”

“He's not a god, sugarcube. The man gits hurt just like anypony else. Although I'll admit he gets busted up even more then RD.”

“Maybe it's just an act.”

“Twilight! Of all the ponies in Equestria, Ah figure ya to be the last one to ever to give into notion that Mal Coltran is a God from another universe.”

“He stopped Discord. By himself. And without using magic.”

“I know. I was there. We were all there when it happen. Ah was not impressed. And Ah still don't understand what ya fussing about. So he doesn't use magic. Big whoop. Ah don't use magic either.”

“What if Mr.Coltran possessed a skill that was similar to magic but on an different, more complex scale. What if he operates on an whole another level, maybe even an entirely different plane. Is he really working for the Princesses or are they allowing him free rein to do whatever because he can create and do things without magic aiding him?”

“If he's so darn powerful then why can't he mosey along back to where he came from, since he hates it here so much?”

“Maybe he can't. Maybe that's why Celestia can't sent him back. Because he was casted out.”

“So what yer sayin' is that Mal is possibly a god who is reject by his own subjects an' banished here to Equestira. An' that might be more powerful then the goddess's themselves since he's proven capable of putting folks like Discord out of action.”

“Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you!”

“And Ah say that your pulling my leg.” Applejack laughed hearty and lightly smacked the librarian's side. “Mal Coltran. Ha! Disgruntle out cast god for hire! I've heard some tall ones told before. But that – that one takes the cake!”

“But – But how can you say that! You saw that small metal box of fire he used to threaten to use on the library!”

“What about it?”

“I didn't detect any magic coming from it! None!”

“So what? Ah use matches to light lanterns everyday.”

“He didn't use matches, Applejack! He just open a lid and fire came out!”

“So he invented a better match.”

“Okay. Well, you know that carriage he rides around in? No magic!”

“Well that ain't none thing to be all worked up about. We have steam trains. Besides, have you seen him run on those two legs of his? Speak of which, you gotta see RD's the impression of Mal runnin'. It's a hoot Ah tell ya! Had me in fits. Why just last week-”

Twilight furrowed her eyes at her friend in anger. “Fits, huh? Just like how your brother was in fits when that wooded branch touched him?”

“Hay now!” Applejack said, offended. “That's uncalled for-”

“Because if you though that was magic, it wasn't. Zero magic involved.”

“Twilight, enough!” Applejack slammed a hoof down on the cobblestone street hard enough to visibly crack one of the paving stones in half. “Mal ain't no other worldly god and, as far as Ah considered, he's just like any other pony who's gotta too big for their britches. The sooner he takes a timeout as a statue for the royal gardens, the better.”

“You think it's going be that simple?! Applejack, we can't even sent him back to where he came from. And if the princesses can't do anything, what makes you think that imprisoning him is even going to work?!”

“I don't know, Twi.” Applejack sighed irritably. “Maybe we could-”

“ -kill him, Applejack! It's the only solution!” Twilight said as she looked into her friends eyes with a crazed intensity.

“No, we're not-”

“If we can't imprison him, then what are are going to do?" The librarian scream in frustration. "He can't keep on running around about Equestria! He has to go, now! He's challenging Celestia and our Equestrian society everyday! He's crossed so many lines, I've lost count! He's going to ruin everything! We have to get rid of him before he does something truly damaging!”

Twilight pupils dilated as she drew near to the apple farmer's freckle face. “Even if means goes against everything everypony believes in! It's going to come down to us or him. Tell me Applejack, are you willing to choose? Are you willing to help us make the sacrifice for all ponies everywhere? I need to know so that-”

“Hold on.” Applejack said slowly as she took a step back from Twilight. “Before Ah go answering any of that, Ah suggest that ya answer this one first: If we kill other living being, what does that make us in the end? Ah don't like the man any more then ya do. But Ah ain't ready to become the villain neither. How about ya self? Are ya willing to take a life an' let it haunt ya til the end of ya days.”

Applejack watch as Twilight's body stiffed, her entire body trembling from the boiling rage inside her. And for a moment the farmer thought that her best friend was going to physically hit her. Or worst.

But the anger in the unicorns eyes subsided and her body sagged down in defeat.

They stood there in the street for awhile, neither one saying anything as they listen to the breeze of the wind and the soft cracks of approaching thunder as the pegasuses weather team worked to move the large rain clouds closer to town.

“I'm sorry Applejack.” Twilight weary spoke as she avoided looking at her friend.

“Twi, look at me.”

Twilight turned to face her freind.

“How long have ya had this fool idea of yours in ya head?” Applejack asked.

“For the of a couple weeks.”

Applejack gave the unicorn a look.

“A month.”

Applejack raise her eyebrow questioningly.

“Okay. Okay. Two months.”

“And how are ya sleepin?”

“Not so well.”

“Shoot, Twi. Ah know it must be tough on ya, being the Princess's protege an' all. But ya gotta remember that ya got friends that are willing to share that burden with ya.”

“I should be better then this.” Twilight croaked out. “I need to be. Others are counting on me to be. Everypony is depending on me to be -”

“Aw, hayseeds Twi.” Applejack threw a foreleg over the Twilight's withers. “Don't blame yourself for bein' so tightly wounded up. Ah don't. Not after what Mal did to ya. Ah almost flew off my handle myself. An' if ya weren't here, Ah probably would be off, doing something that Ah would be regrettin' later.”

Twilight burst into tears. “I'm scared Applejack. I tried to be the pony that everypony needs me to be and I can't do it. I can't. I can't stand to watch that ogre run amuck, terrorizing other ponies and my friends. But I'm too much of a coward to do anything about it.”

“Twilight, yer not a coward. Ya stood up to him, like ya always do.”

“Then why do I feel like one?!” Twilight choked between heaving sobs. “Why I can I save the town from a Ursa Minor but hid in my room whenever that bipedal brute comes into town. Why do I write these stupid useless letters of protest to Princess Celestia when I could be actually doing something about it!”

“Well, forget all that junk! Go home Twilight. Go home and treat ya self to some tea. Draw ya self a warm bath an' take a much need nap. Because tonight, girl. We're all going to come over to your place an' draw up a plan to finally put Mal in his place.”

Twilight wiped the tears and snot from her face as she look at the grinning farmer. The librarian's frowned increased as Applejack's wicked grin only grew wider.

The unicorn let out a gasp.
“Oh!Oh!Youknowwherehelives!YouknowwhereMr.Coltranlives!Ohmygoodness,Applejack!Howdidya doit?Nevermindhowwhereishere-”

The apple farmer let out a laughed. “It wasn't easy Ah tell ya. It took couple of weeks of both me and RD searching the Everfree Forest, but we managed to finally find his lair.”

“He lives in a cave?” Twilight asked as she imagine the bounty hunter, deep inside a heart of mountain, sitting a throne made of gems and gold bits, cackling wildly as he plan's out his next dastardly misdeeds.

“He lives in a shack, Sugarcube. A simple, tiny, one room, ramshackle shack.”

“Uh.” Twilight was speechless.

'Mal 'AKA The Mauler' Coltran, Court Appointed Bounty Hunter and full-time meanie pants (Pinkie's words, not hers). lived in a shack. Not a giant stone castle or a spooky abandon mansion. Nor in a skull shaped ancient temple straight out of that one Daring Doo adventure novel. No. The most feared and unpleasant creature in Ponyville, and maybe all of Equestria, lives in a wooded shack.'

“Kinda sad, when ya think about it." Applejack said, interrupting Twilight's thoughts. "RD was disappoint when we found it. She had her hopes up for something exciting like an ancient temple or something.”

Twilight gave Applejack a rib crushing hug. “Thankyou!Thankyou!Thankyou!” Twilight shout with glee as she spun her friend around.

“Um, no problem, sugarcube.” Applejack managed to replied with a wheeze. “Glad that RD and me could help out. Nowcanyapleaseletmegocantbreath-”

Twilight let go of her friend as a roll of parchment paper and a quill pen flew out from her saddlebags. “I better update the list!” The librarian said as she looked over the unrolled paper list. “There is just so many things that are going to have to be done in preparation for tonight's planning session!”

Twilight frowned. “Have to see somepony about purchasing some fire extinguishers.” Applejack heard the unicorn mumbled as the glowing, floating quill pen scribble about on the levitating paper.

“Ya don't think that-” Applejack started to ask worriedly.

“I don't know, Applejack.” The lavender colored mare said as she look up from her list. “But I'm not taking any chances. None thing to going to stop us. Because tomorrow, Mal Coltran is going to get the surprise of his life.”

Author's Note

So is Twilight Sparkle going to be the first pony in recorded Equestrian history to murder a human?

Is there even a book on that? Maybe Pinkie Pie can loan her a personal copy of 'Cupcakes'.

Thank you! You've been great! I'll be here all week...try the veal!

Coming up next: Keep on Truckin'