Unnamed scrapped adventure story

>"So, this dump is Ponyville?" Mous asks, looking at the town.
>You sock him one in the shoulder.
"Shut up dude, this is gonna be our home for awhile."
>He looks around, silently judging every build the two of you pass.
>"I like Canterlot better."
"So what? The Princesses asked us to move down here and investigate that disturbance. We follow orders, not complain. Besides, it's pretty nice down here."
>Mous stops, and gives you the look of a nine-year-old girl who thinks her mother is dressing too "sexy".
>"You just wanna get some."
>This time you punch his face.

>"Do you remember who we were suppose to see about housing?"
>You rack your brain, tapping in repeatedly.
"Twilight Shum-thing."
>"That fucking narrows it down."
>You don't need to turn to know Mous is squinting at you.
"Hey you there," you wave at some stallion on the street.
>He looks a little weirded out by the two of you.
>Well, you are two giant ape-men, and only one of you is civilized.
"You know anybody by the name of Twilight?"
>The brown earth pony trots a little closer, giving you the once over.
>"Twilight Sparkle? She lives in the big tree-house if you're looking for her.""
>"Yes, her name was Twilight Sparkle," Mous interjects.
>He turns to you with a grin, eyebrows raised, "Told ya."
>Fighting your instinct to punch him you give your thanks to the horse and go on your way.
>Turns out you are just a street down from Twilight's house.
>Well, tree-house you mean.
>Mous knocks and the two of you wait.
>He rests his hands on his hips.
>Stupid idiot doesn't even use a sword.
>Such a jerkoff.
>Thinks he can punch everything to death.
>Well...

>"Hello?" the door creaks open, and Twilight pokes her head out.
>"You the one we're suppose to see about living space?" Mous grunts, looking down at her.
>"Y-you too are Anon and Mous?"
"Yep, did you expect someone shorter?"
>"We're no manlets."
"Shut up Mous."
>"That's what she meant by 'they're an odd pair'."
>Mous squints at her.
>"Well?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes and lets you both in.
>She readies some tea and explains the town.
>On the map she marks your new home, all the shops, and points out some townsfolk in diress.

>"Listen little one, you don't have to give us a whole seminar, we already know about this stuff."
"Come on man, she was just being nice."
>"My feet hurt and I want a nap."
"We spent half the day on the train, how are you tired? Gah, now I remember why I stopped patrolling with you."
>"Stop bickering you two," Twilight interjects, "How are you going to protect the town if you keep fighting with yourselves?"
>Twilight rolls up the townmap and hands it off to you.
>"Rest if you must, but Celestia's letter sounded urgent, so you might want to attend to that."
"Of course. We'll just set our bags down and get to work, won't we Mous?"
>He squints at you, trying to assult you with his brain.
>Fortunately his brain isn't powerful enough for that.
>You "lead" him to the door, and the two of you bumble on down to your new home.

>"I don't like her, she's up to something."
"Oh yeah man, the totally nice, helpful horse with no reason to mean us harm MEANS US HARM."
>"She had a look in her eye."
"Stop being an idiot. Look on the bright side, even if she is some sort of evil, shapeshifting monster we're probably going to be here like a week, so lets just get it over with."
>Mous shakes his head.
>The two of you silently mosy on down, finding the house.
>"Damn. Not bad."
"Not bad at all."
>It's a nice two story cottage style house. Nice big door, plenty of windows.
>You expected /far/ less.
>Dragging your bags in you give the place the once over.

>You are Mous, and you just got done fixing up your killer bed/treasure room.
>Walking into the living room you find your bro looking around weirdly.
>"Hey dude," he says, turning to you.
"Wha?"
>"Do you smell that?"
>You sniff at the air.
>The fickle beast that is your nose detects a few familiar smells...nothing new.
"Nah, nothing."
>"Doesn't it smell like cheese?"
"What kind of cheese," you squint at him.
>He takes his own smell-sample.
>"Like...cheddar or something."
>You let out a laugh and wave him off.
"I think it might be a shower day for me."
>Anon's face curls up like curdled milk.
>"What the fuck do you mean by shower /day/?"
"It is a day that I should shower," you reply with a shrug.
>Why do you have such an idiot brother?
>"What the fuck! Everyday is a day you should shower," Anon says, taking a few steps away from you.
"Bah," you wave him off and head to that bitchin' bathroom.
>Living in a palace with so much room means bathroom schedules weren't really a thing, showers were never really discussed.
>Well, whoop-dee-do, now Anon knows your dark secret.
>Such a normalfag...