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- >One of your mares tugged on your fur-lined jacket and spoke with a sultry voice.
- >"Papanon, I spy with my eye someone that's on something."
- >Your pretty pegasi shifts her head in the direction your eyes follow.
- >An unkempt unicorn kept rubbing his nose. He was jittery. His body wouldn't relax. His eyes were the smoking gun.
- >The mare was rewarded with a stroke on the head.
- "Good job, babe. I know I can rely on your sight, Bright Eyes."
- >The light orange pegasus blushes before snuggling against your side.
- >You scan the streets of Ponyville with your fellow mares, looking for promising signs to set up shop.
- >Most of the stallions seemed to lead healthy, normal lives. Any drug pushers were either kept away or hid underground by the local police.
- >Well, Celestia might have an image to keep, buy you have yours as well.
- >All you need to do now is to set your claim and start advertising.
- >After scanning a bit longer, you didn't see any obvious signs of someone owning this turf.
- >It makes things easier to stake your claim.
- >Your mares looked at you as you spoke.
- "I'll get us a roof and some kibbles, fillies. Y'all go on ahead and get me some bits."
- >"Yes, Papanon!" they all exclaimed before walking off.
- >You had a way with the crowd, what with being a full grown man wearing a leopard-skin suit and your classy cane.
- >Everyone was staring at you.
- >That's how you introduce yourself to Ponyville. It's like a giant neon sign that says
- ANON'S HERE AND I DRESS IN STYLE, BITCHES.
- >Just to add a bit of extra cheeziness, you even strutted your way along the alleyways.
- >It's not like the police are going to notice. Ponyville is ignorant as shit. Not like Las Pegasus, your home turf.
- >You even had a black suit so people thought you were legit.
- >But this is ponyville, so you can afford to indulge yourself a bit here.
- >Your inner 14-year old is smiling.
- >You were walking a bit to find some cheap inn on the edge of this joint when there was a cough.
- >Instinctively, you look down.
- >There was a small little earth mare in a cardboard box.
- >She had a sign that said that she was competition.
- >Now if this pony was pricing her prices this low, was there another market?
- >That could be bad news. You didn't expect this in a place like this.
- >Your poker face was working overtime.
- >"Can I help you?"
- >It was the same pony again. Her muzzle was downwards and she looked dirty.
- "I think the proper question is, can I help you?"
- >It was best to play it cool. Maybe she could give you some intel.
- >Maybe she could join your crew.
- >"Not really unless you're willing to pay."
- >She didn't even look at you as she talked.
- >Your pimp senses were tingling. She seemed like damaged goods.
- >And you don't want any of that.
- >You wanted lively hussies, not some charity sue.
- "Hell, naw," you said with a sneer.
- >The can in your hand poked a few holes inside her makeshift home.
- >She looked up only to see you giving the stink eye.
- >Her eyes gave it back.
- >"I'm not leaving."
- >Your cane finds her rump and gives it a prod.
- "Neither am I."
- >She was about to get evicted by you when your two darlings came back.
- >"Who's this bitch?" said Bright Eyes.
- >Your other mare didn't bother to take the time to assess the situation while she galloped between you and the charity case.
- "Whisky Sour, I'm fine. Daddy doesn't want to see you hurt. He can take care of himself."
- >A simple caress on her yellow coat allowed your words to sink in.
- >She pouts a bit before walking back.
- >It was three against one, yet this earth pony stood her ground.
- >Maybe she was promising.
- >Malleable.
- >"I don't care what you do to me. I've got nowhere else to go; I'm staying here."
- >You reply with your cane smashing the rest of her cardboard, only narrowly missing her body.
- >The mystery mare was just about ready to pounce on you as you extend a hand.
- "You're not staying here under a cardboard box."
- >She looked confused.
- >"What?"
- "What's it look like? I normally don't take fixer uppers, but I'll make an exception."
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