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- >The two of you finally find your way to the train station.
- >"Why are we here? We need to get to the game! "
- >You raise an eyebrow and glance at your watch.
- >12:30.
- >You look back at Dash; She legitimately looks panicked.
- "Well, for starters, the game doesn't start until 5."
- >"All the good seats will be taken by then! We gotta go!"
- >She's flying back and forth now, the winged equivalent of pacing.
- >You chuckle.
- "I don't think you'll need a seat with the way you're moving."
- >She jams her hooves underneath your arms.
- "Whoa, calm down! The train will take us!"
- >"No time!"
- "There's no way you have the str--aaaAAAAHHH!!!"
- >She successfully manages to lift you about 6 feet from the ground.
- >You kick helplessly.
- >"Stop or I'll drop you!"
- >You go limp as she takes off.
- >This mare must have super strength.
- >That or you need to gain a few pounds.
- >You ARE pretty scrawny.
- >You're quickly jolted out of your thoughts as you narrowly miss being dismembered by a tree branch.
- "Higher! Fly higher! "
- >She grunts, and you hear her wings flap a little faster.
- >You rise from the trees and get a beautiful view of the landscape.
- >As she picks up speed you begin to wonder.
- "Do you know where you're going?"
- >"Yeah! Phillydelphia, right?"
- >You catch sight of the train you were going to be on heading towards you.
- "...You DO know Phillydelphia is the OTHER way, right? "
- >She suddenly U-turns.
- "YES."
- Two hours later...
- >"Way faster than the train, huh?"
- >The cyan mare gently lowers you to the ground right outside the Stadium.
- >You spit out a mouthful of duck feathers and glare at her.
- >"What? I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know he wouldn't dodge?"
- >Your arms have been in the same position for so long, they're numb.
- >You bring your arms down by your sides; you just know they'll be sore tomorrow.
- >As you're trying to unstiffen some ofb you muscles, you hear a sharp intake of air.
- >"Come on, Anon! There are ponys already here!"
- >You glance around and see maybe a dozen carriages in the parking lot.
- >She pulls you to the front door anyway.
- >The stallion at the door smirks at you.
- >"Hard day?"
- "You don't know the half of it, brother."
- >"Give him the tickets!"
- >Dash is hopping up and down, giddy with excitement.
- >Anymore excited and she'd start wagging her tail.
- >You dig around in your pockets one by one.
- "Oh, no."
- >Dashie freezes in place.
- >"Oh no? What's wrong?"
- "I, uh, can't find the tickets."
- >"WHAT!?"
- >Before you can say anything, she starts pulling any pocket or hole in your clothing she can get a hold of open.
- >"What do you mean you can't find it? You had it before you left didn't you? Why--"
- >She stops to see you slowly pulling the tickets out of your glove, with what she was sure was a shit-eating grin on your face.
- >"...I hate you."
- "Love you too, Dashie."
- >"Dont call me that!"
- >As you pass the tickets to the Stallion, he snickers.
- >"Married?"
- >"N--"
- "Of course we are!"
- >Dash shoots you a glare.
- >"Are you crazy!?"
- >Your grin widens.
- >Before she can move, you scoop her up into your arms, bridal style.
- "Only for you, darling."
- >Her magenta eyes widen as a pink tint washes over her cheeks.
- >"Dude!"
- >She goes to jump down, but you wrap you arm around her torso.
- >She immediately starts squirming and kicking wildly against you.
- >Perhaps a bit too wildly.
- >You're suddenly out of breath as a well placed good catches you in the gut.
- >Dash seizes the opportunity to flee and disappears into the stadium.
- >The ticket stallion looks concerned.
- >"Are you alright, sir?"
- >You let out a strained chuckle.
- "No, I'm fine! Trust me, you get used to it when a mare's expecting, you know!"
- >"Expecting?"
- >A puzzled look dances over his feature briefly, then revelation.
- >"Oh! Congratulations!"
- "Thanks, man."
- >As the pain finally fades, you stand up straight and smile.
- "You know what? Think you can help me out?"
- >He shrugs.
- >"I can try, but I can't really leave my post."
- >You gesture to the radio on his hip.
- "I don't think you need to."
- >Be Anon.
- >You overlook the growing crowd and grin.
- >RD is still visible, mostly because she's hovering over that wall that separates the crowd from the field.
- >For the third time, she's waved back by security.
- >She'd better knock it off before she gets booted.
- >As you wait for your food, your eyes start to water.
- >"Jalapeno nachos, two Colt-a-Colas and a chili dog?"
- "That's me."
- >Jesus, there's more jalapenos than chips in this thing.
- >Tears start to stain your mask.
- >The unicorn working the concessions stand gives an incredulous glance.
- >"Calm down, guy. It ain't that good."
- >Its fucking concession food
- "Could you give me another basket?"
- >He shrugs and tosses an empty container your way.
- >You cover the nachos, but your eyes don't stop burning.
- >As you start to head back down to witness the inevitable horror of Dash eating, you're stopped by a freakishly skinny unicorn.
- >"Hello, friend! You seem down!"
- >Some of the color schemes in Equestria looked weird, but this poor lad looks like someone squeezed toothpaste onto a stick of butter.
- "I'm not. I just need to get to my seat."
- >You step around him, only to be blocked once more by another, equally emaciated colt.
- >"Indeed he does , brother!"
- "No, I just need to get this fucking food out of my face."
- >A jaunty tune starts playing somewhere.
- >"How would you like a baseball cap, sonny?"
- "Oh, god. Don't start."
- >"One for you, another for your honey!"
- "Stop, I don't --"
- >"Colts or Broncos, who can decide?"
- >Tears are pouring from your eyes as the scent decides your sinuses may be a good place to live.
- >"You'll whichever hat with pride!"
- >"Half off for you, my saddened friend!:
- >"10 bits a pop, the saving never end!"
- >"Its guaranteed to turn your frown upside dooow--"
- "IF IT'LL SHUT YOU UP, GIVE ME ONE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, FUCK!"
- >You practically throw the bits at them.
- >"A fine choice, sir!"
- >"Pleasure doing business with you!"
- >They toss a Colts cap at you and scuttle away.
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