Mega Prompt

>As someone who had walked on paved, well-maintained roads all of your life, you could honestly say that you were beginning to hate dirt roads
>They were uneven, when it rained everything became a mess, and even when it didn't rain it was a pain in the ass to walk on
>For five months you had been in Equestria, in the small town of Ponyville, and not once had you seen these roads being worked on in anyway
>And it showed
>Not only was there dirt on these dirt roads, but rocks, bits of flower and other plant-based waste
>There was a pothole every twenty feet or so of various sizes
>The ponies seemed not to have any trouble walking around in this nonsense, what with their four legs and thick hooves
>But these roads were killing you, especially since your shoes were beginning to wear down to the soles
>You were Anon
>It was a Monday, one of the worst days of the week, and you were making your way out of town for an interview
>An interview that would, hopefully, get you where you wanted to be
>You had no dress clothes whatsoever--none had come with you when you had just found yourself in their world, and no one in Ponyville could make anything wearable for you-- so you had just gone ahead and worn your usual get up
>A white-ish shirt, a pair of worn blue jeans, and your ratty, worn out shoes that would fall apart any day now
>You weren't particularly confident in this venture, but even so you were doing your best to keep your head held high
>Your hands opened and closed at your side, and your walking pace was just a little faster than normal
>About five minutes ago, you had left the town proper
>Most ponies didn't come out this way, so you weren't bothered
>On either side of the road, there was farmland as far as the eye could see
>Much of it was rows upon rows of apple trees

>You could see apples everywhere, smell their sickeningly sweet fragrance
>Hell, you could pretty much taste apples every time you licked your dry lips
>This was Apple land
>It had been before this town was founded, and would probably be right up until this world's sun exploded
>But, just a ways down the road, there was a patch of land that the Apples didn't own
>A relatively large patch of land from what you had been told, nearly 300 acres in total
>This was where you were going
>Hopefully to find a job...
>Amongst the trees, you could see movement
>Dozens of ponies milled about
>Some were kicking trees, others were carrying crates filled with apples
>Most of them were big, powerful earth ponies, and nearly every single one of them were mares
>You could feel some turning their attention toward you
>You ignored it, keeping your eyes forward
>There was a sign down the street
>With each step you took it became clearer and clearer
>"An' where do ya think yer goin'?" A voice called out
>You continued on your way, acting as if you hadn't even heard anything
>"Hey! Did ya 'ear me?" the voice said
>You looked down at yourself, using your hands to wipe your shirt down a bit
>There was some grumbling, and one of the mares made her way out of the apple trees and onto the road with you
>It was the head honcho of the Apple farm, and a some kind of hero as well, if what you were told was true
>She was a big mare, heavily muscled with the dumbest cowboy hat that you had ever seen
>If you remembered correctly--and you probably didn't because pony names were so ridiculous that you almost never bothered to remember them-- her name was Applejack

>Applejack stepped into the middle of the road, blocking you
>"Didn't yer pa tell ya that it was rude ignorin' folks?" she asked, her bright green eyes narrowed in what was unmistakingly irritation
>You stopped, staring at her with a raised eyebrow
"How can I help you today, ma'am?" you asked
>"Like I'ah said, where do ya think yer goin'?" Applejack asked
>You cocked your head to the side as she stood a little straighter, puffing her chest out
>A few months ago, seeing something like that would have made you smile
>But not anymore
>You were wise to these ponies
>Which was why you wanted to get as far away from them as you could
"That way," you said, gesturing down the road
>Applejack, looking not at all happy, turned to look where you had pointed
>The second that her head was turned, you were walking again
>"Ya better not be goin' where--Hey!"
>Applejack's head whipped back around
>Seeing that you were much closer, she hopped away from you, nearly knocking her hat off her head
>You didn't pay her actions any mind
>You had much better things to do
>Like go to an important interview
>Unfortunately, you were quiet able to pass the mare before she was in front of you again
>"Now, I don't know how they did things back where yer from, mister, but I ain't havin' none o' this!" she said, stomping her hoof
"None of what?" you asked. "I'm doing absolutely nothing."
>"The heck you ain't!" Applejack said, stomping toward you. "I know where yer goin'! I told them damned minotaurs I don't want none o' them here, and you ain't--"
>When you had first gotten here, the town's local princess had been nice enough to explain some things to you about ponies

>They were a very expressive people
>Their faces could twitch and move in a thousand different way, and every single thing meant something
>Ears, muzzles, eyes, these things went just as far--if not farther--as talking
>To a pony, your face was not expressive
>A pony's mind couldn't deal with no emotion on a face, so it did it's best to fill in the blank
>So if you were so give a pony your flattest stare while baring your teeth JUST a little bit, nine times out of ten it would scare them worse that if you had come at them with a bat
>Applejack, it seemed, was no different
>Her eyes flatted as she stared up at you
>Her eyes widened as the seconds passed by, and her mouth opened in an "o" shape
>You took a step toward her
>She took a few hasty steps back, nearly falling into a ditch next to the road
"Excuse me, but I really need to be getting to a thing," you said, standing up to your full height. "You have a... wonderful day."
>With that, you made your way unmolested down the road
>You could feel a pair of eyes drilling into your back
>If you were listening, you could have probably heard some very upset grumbling
>But that was none of your business
>About a quarter mile from your destination, you could finally make out the sign:

M.N.U. Dairy

>The closer you came, the less powerful was the smell of apples in the air
>There was something else in it now
>Something a bit more subtle, but still very much present
>Milk
>But not just any milk
>Minotaur milk

>You were going to one of the only minotaur dairy farms in Equestria, and you honestly had no idea what to expect
>Right next to the sign for the farm, there was an entry way of sorts
>Made out of some kind of wire-thin metal and thick wooden boards, at its top was a big glass milk bottle
>There was a figure leaning against this entryway, arms crossed
>Even from this distance, you could tell that she was absolutely massive
>Taller than you by a good foot and a half at least
>And with each step you could make out more of their features
>A pair of long, slender black horns sticking out of their head
>Long, almost elf-like ears
>A face that was shaped almost like yours
>A tail that seemed just as big as her
>And a pair of breasts
>These weren't the little nubs of flesh that ponies called boobs
>These also weren't like what girls back home were packing
>Nope
>These things were massive
>Each one was easily bigger than their head, barely contained by the overall work slacks they were
>It was a minotaur
>A milker by the looks of her
>A pair of yellow, predator-like eyes snapped up at you
>The minotaur pushed off the entry way
>On her large, cloved legs she made closed the distance between the two of you
>This close you could see that her hair was styled oddly
>Some of it spiked and sticking up every which way, some of it branded, with beads and little trinkets in it
>You couldn't help but also notice that she was holding a hunk of wood bigger than you in her hand
>Stopping just a few feet away from you, the cow woman looked you up and down as she chewed on a bit of barley

>"You the guy here for the job?" she asked, her voice gruff yet surprisingly feminine
>You nodded
"Yep, that's me."
>The minotaur grunted, switching her barley from one side of her mouth to the other
>"I've never seen a shaved bull before," she said. "Haven't seen one so little either."
"And you still haven't," you replied. "I'm no minotaur."
>Her eyes narrowed
>Humming, she tapped her plank of wood against the road
>You did your best to appear calm while also getting ready to turn the other way and bolt
>"Hmm. Shoulda known. You'd have been the ugliest bull I've ever seen if you were though," she said, turning around. "Come on. The big boss woman sent me to watch out for you. I'm supposed to take you right to her office."
>She motioned you to follow her into the property
>You did so without saying a word
>The farm looked well-kept
>There were a dozen or so plain white buildings dotted around the property
>The paths, surprisingly, were cobblestone
>You could hear talking, yelling, some machinery running, but no other minotaurs
>"It's our break time, so most of the girls are out in the fields relaxing," the minotauress said, as if reading your mind. "So don't be surprised if you don't see anyone else."
"Alright," you said
>Your guide looked over her shoulder at you
>"You gotta name? Or am I gonna need to call you skinny?"
"Anon. My name's Anon."
>The minotaur snorted
>"Funny name. Mine's Henriette."
"Nice to meet you then, Henriette."
>The tauress just grunted, picking up her pace

>You passed the big white buildings, some smaller, wooden buildings
>Past that were rows of plants and trees of all kinds, neatly trimmed and well looked after
>Past that, on a small hill in the middle of grassy plains, was a two-story house
>It looked much sturdier than anything that the ponies built, with a fresh coat of paint on it's walls
>"Stop your gawking and get a move on, skrawny. The boss has stuff to do today. Just like me."
>You tear your gaze away from the house to see that Henriette a good distance away from you
>You jogged after her, closing the distance as quickly as you could
>The minotaur strode toward the house with long, quick steps, paying you no mind as you found yourself walking side-by-side with her
>In no time at all, you both found yourselves walking up that little hill and onto the house's front porch
>"The boss lady's expectin' you, so just go right on in," Henriette said, looking down at you. "As soon as you go in, make a left, then a right. You'll see a room with a red door. Knock on it, and you'll be able to start your interview."
>With that, the tauress turned and made her way off the porch
>You watched her go, nodding to yourself before grabbing the doorknob
>"Hey scrawny?"
>Pausing, you looked over your shoulder to see Henriette looking at you.
>"Hope your interview goes alright," she said. "Trau knows that we need some help around here."
>You gave her a smile and a thumbs up
>You hoped it went well too...
>Opening the door, you stepped into the house
>There wasn't anything particularly odd about the place
>To be honest, it looked a bit like your old house back in humanville, albeit a little more spartan
>Closing the door behind you, you followed Henriette's instructions

>Make a left, then a right
>Sure enough, down a hallway, there was a big red door
>Near the top of it was a golden bull's head, completely with a big nose ring
>You cleared your throat
>Your eyes darted down to your shirt, then your pants
>Wincing that your shoes were completely covered in mud--but who'd even care? No one but you on this fucking planet wore shoes anyway-- you strode toward that door with all of the confidence that you could muster
>Which wasn't very much
>Like at all
>Grabbing the nose ring, you gave three firm knocks, all of which echoed through the hallway
>There was a pause
>Your stomach tightened, and the sudden yet violent urge to run away surfaced
>"Come in," a voice called
>You jumped back a foot in manly fright
>Quickly checking around to make sure no one saw your bravery, you opened the door and stepped inside
>The room was small and cluttered
>You could see papers everywhere
>Stacks of them on the floor, stuffed in organizers
>Amidst these papers was a desk
>Sitting at this desk was a very tired looking minotaur resting her elbows on two stacks of papers
>She was somewhat smaller than Henriette, though more powerfully built
>Her golden locks were tightly braided and hung at least to the middle of her back
>A pair of icy blue eyes regarded you from a pair of intertwined fingers
>"I take it you're Anonymous?" she asked
"Yes ma'am. That'd be me."
>The minotaur nodded
>"Fantastic," she said, gesturing toward a chair that was piled with what looked like forms. "Move those papers and take a seat, we have a lot to talk about."

>Picking up the surprisingly heavy papers, you set them down next to the chair before taking a seat
>"My name is Harriett. I'm the overseer of this dairy farm," she began. "We're one of the first farms to try to produce and sell minotaur milk to ponies since the Minotaur National Union was established nearly two hundred years ago."
>Harriett leaned back into her chair
>"As I'm sure you know, this is a very large farm. We're at about three hundred acres. We house about hundred acres and fifty satyrs. We run year around, in any weather, six days a week."
>You shifted in your seat, trying not to flinch as the chair let out a high pitched squeak
>Harriett's eyes narrowed ever so slightly
>"Now that I've given you a rundown of our little organization, I'll tell you what we'd have to do if you were to be hired here."
>She looked toward her left, were a large glass window sat
>"This farm is very nearly self-sufficient. We grow our own good, produce our own cotton and wool, cut lumber when we need it. Most of my girls are also veterans that have been in the milking business since their tits came in."
>She frowned, and you could tell that she was trying her hardest not to put her head in her hands
>"The problem is that none of the lazy sows wants to cook or clean for themselves. Or clean anything that isn't their milking or farm equipment. Which is a problem when you have a hundred and fifty employees working under you..."
>Taking a deep breath, she looked back over at you
>"Which is where you would come in. Your job would be to cook for my girls and clean up after them."
>You opened your mouth to say something
>"That might seem easy, but everyone else I've tried to hire has quit before their first week is over," Harriett said. "No stallion I've brought in can take the hours or the lifting, and everyone else was a mole for those damned cows."

>She let out a growl, baring teeth
>Some of which were a sharper than any you had in your mouth
>"Which is why I've considered you despite your reputation."
>You grimaced
>When you had first gotten here, there had been an "altercation" between you and Mr. Cake
>The skinny fuck thought that you were trying to steal his fat ass wife
>You weren't, of course, but he wasn't hearing any of it
>The fuckwit of a stallion started spreading rumors about you, most of which involved eating foals
>He shut up after Princess Twilight had stepped in, and you had sent a horse lawyer at him, but the damage was already done
>All of Ponyville, in some way or another, thought you were some rapid monster
>This made it difficult to get a job
>VERY difficult...
>You leaned back into your chair, thinking very hard on how to respond to the tauress
>Interviews had never been your strong suit even when people didn't think you ate kids
>You didn't know what to say, or you said things that you probably shouldn't
>Once or twice your interviewer even commented that they've never seen anyone ever fuck up an interview so hard
>They said fuck and everything
>Still, it was either you got this job or moved
>And you were allowed to leave Ponyville because you weren't technically a Equestrian citizen
"Ma'am, do you mind if I be really honest with you?" you asked
"Please," Harriett said, making a hand gesture
>...
>Fuck it...
>If this didn't work out you would just become a bank robber...
"I have absolutely no idea how to work on a farm. I don't know anyone personally that's worked at one, and never in my life have I worked at a farm. I've never cooked for crowds of people, much less done their laundry and cleaned up after them like some mother hen. If you do hire me I'll probably fuck up for at least a month before you had a half-decent employee."

>You scratched your head
"But, unlike everyone else that quit or you fired I'm really desperate. I have no family, no money, and if it weren't for Princess Twilight I'd probably be lying in a ditch dead somewhere. Hell, I can't even be a proper citizen in this country until I spend a year under "watchful probation"
>Harriett raised an eyebrow but said nothing
>You took that as a good sign and continued
"I can't promise you meals that'll knock your socks off, or floors so clean that you could eat off of them, but I'll do my best everyday. Because if I don't I'll have to go back living with a weirdo alicorn and her pet lizard."
>For a good two minutes, the minotaur didn't say a word
>She just stared at you with narrowed eyes
>You stared back, already planning the banks that you were gonna hit and all of that sweet loot you were gonna make
>"This job demands that you be ready to work at all hours of the day," Harriett said. "You'll also have to live on site. Basic living necessities and some comforts will be provided if you ask for them, though you'll probably have to buy anything outrageous yourself."
>An ember of hope sparked within you
"I'd need work clothes, and if you knew someone that made a decent pair of boots I'd be grateful," you said.
>Harriette nodding, standing up
>"I can get you clothes. I have no idea what boots are but I'm sure I can get you those as well."
>The tauress offered you a hand
>"Congratulations. You start Monday."