Arron was sitting on a stump looking over a book he had laying in his lap. "Dave are you finished yet," he called out to his brother who was busy re-leaving himself behind several trees. The woods on Leon's property were sparse with all the clear cutting Leon's friend had done.
"Not quite," Arron heard Dave call out from his hiding spot. "now quit bothering me, I'm busy!"
Arron shook his head, took off his cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead then pulled off his glasses and wiped the streak of sweat that was annoying him because it obscured his vision. "I've heard of being full of it... but this is ridiculous," he muttered, closing his book, standing up to stretch a bit before putting it back inside the trunk of his white Nissan Maxima. He pulled a neatly folded map out of the pocket of his survival bag along with a compass.
We're in Goffstown New Hampshire somewhere on the mountain on Leon's land and I don't have a clue where I...or we are, Arron's thought only made him sigh in frustration. He walked back over to the stump where he was sitting before and opening the map to look for the spot where they should have been located. Arron was busy trying to get his bearings when Dave finally came out of the woodwork, zipping up his fly, he came into the open.
"So, do you have any idea where we are?" Dave's question only made Arron even more aggravated than he already was.
He shot his younger brother a menacing glare before folding up his map grabbing his balisong knife that he'd stuck into the stump next to the one he was sitting on as well as the sharpening stone that accompanied it. After flipping it closed he shoved the knife into his right hand pocket then he placed the stone into the pocket on the right leg of his cargo pants.
He got up and huffed. "Just get in damned car," he spat in a vain attempt not to sound like he was giving Dave an order.
Dave gave him a knowing grin while he got into the passenger seat. Arron took out his map and compass after he slammed the driver door closed.
"I think we're lost" Dave said turning to his older brother.
"No we're not!" Arron retorted. I just don't have a clue where we are exactly, his own thoughts weren't making him feel any better.
They both quietly sat inside the car. Arron was still trying to find out where they were. He looked over his map and paced his compass at the top right hand corner. Leon's land isn't all that big, he thought looking at the ski resort that was located on the mountain next to the one Leon owned, as well as the trap range located behind it. So we should be... somewhere in this area! His eyes followed the logging road on the map till it ended. We've been driving for about a half hour or so since it ended...so we're here. He pointed at a small area on the map, then he looked out at the surroundings outside the windows. He scratched his head in bewilderment, the topography on the map didn't match what he was actually seeing.
Completely frustrated Arron turned to his smirking younger brother. "I know exactly where we are now." He said with a smile, as he folded up the map and threw it in the back seat.
Dave raised an eyebrow. "Really, and where is that?" he quizzically asked.
"We're on Leon's land in Goffstown New Hampshire." Arron retorted with a snarky smirk.
Dave face palmed "I should have never joined you on this outing!"
"Oh, come on I need a camera man and you're the only real friend I've got. Besides it gets you outdoors and away from your World of War crack." Arron said ignoring his younger brother's criticism of one of his hobbies.
"I hate nature, you're the Eagle Scout and you got us lost on our friends stupid, property." Dave crossed his arms and put his mud caked feet on the dash of his older brother's clean car.
"Hay! Put your feet down I want to keep my car clean for my trip." Arron said as he glared at his younger brother.
"Now if only you'd keep your room as clean as your new car." Dave mumbled in retort as he stuck his tongue out at Arron for good measure.
Their conversation that was starting to turn into another argument was suddenly halted when they heard several growls coming from the surrounding trees.
"What... in the freakin hell... was that?" Dave asked concerned, taking his feet off the dash.
"Well Leon did say we have to be careful. He told me that he saw a pack of coyotes on his property several days ago. Now that spring is coming they seem to be more active." Arron smiled wide. "Come on let's go find them, I'm sure Leon's rancher friends wouldn't mind if we lowered the coyote population."
Dave gave his brother a glare with the accompanying 'you must be joking' look on his face. "Are you an idiot? We're not hunters! You want us to leave the vehicle go into the woods and track a pack of carnivorous animals that will probably eat us."
"Ya, sure why not it's not like we're unarmed." Arron said with a conniving grin.
Dave rolled his eyes at his older brother. That other hobby of his is the reason his room is so messy he has literally piles of ammo all over the floor. "You, know if you stopped that reloading hobby of yours, your room wouldn't be so messy."
Arron shrugged. "Leon is to blame, he got me started, and well, it's hard to stop."
Arron was a gun nut, but his family sort of understood why, especially when he was attacked by dogs several years back, he still has a deep scar on his left hand and another on the back of his right calf. That's why he usually wore gloves even during the summer months. To him getting rid of the Coyote's was more about justice than anything. He hated it when he was attacked and he knew a kid who was attacked by several coyote's the week before. It was pretty big news. The boy was only fourteen and his own dog was killed trying to protect him. The boy had to be taken to the Concord Hospital and was in critical condition for several days. The doctors weren't very hopeful, but he miraculously pulled through. Arron had even gone to the hospital to see him because he knew from his own experiences the scars those beasts can leave.
Arron started rubbing his left hand at the sound of the canines outside the car. "Come on Dave we got this."
Their low growls grew closer and more audible when they neared the white Nissan. Dave finally gave in and opened his door. "Fine, I need to break in my new rifle anyway."
Arron unfastened his seat belt, then opened his door the car started beeping because Arron left the key in the ignition. He knelt to pull up on the trunk latch that popped the trunk open. Dave was already in the trunk and was undoing the latches on his rifle case as Arron came up beside him to unzip one of his own rifles from its case.
"Are you planning to start a war bro?" Dave said eying the three big black bags that each held a complete AR-Fifteen in it. There was also a brown box that contained four more complete lower receivers.
"It's a hobby." Arron stated as he pulled several mags out of the pouches on the case. He put two into the right pocket of his camo-cargo pants and slapping the third into the receiver, he then pulled on the charging handle to seat a round in the chamber, making the dust flap snap open as he did.
"Seriously how many of those things do you need? You have a ton of mags and ammo and if you were ever stopped by the police, they'd think you were a terrorist." Dave said seating a full P-mag into his own AR-fifteen.
"I'm not too worried about that. Soon I'll have my FFL and then I'll open my own shop like Russ." He shrugged. "Besides, I have my permit." Arron replied as he watched Dave shake his head in disbelief as he yanked the charging handle on his AR to rack a round into the chamber.
Dave frowned, he didn't really like using his brother's custom five-point-five-six rounds in his brand new Rock River Arms LAR fifteen Operator two. "I can't believe I'm using your handloaded crap in my new gun...and we're going to hunt coyotes with untested ammo." He shook his head in disbelief and disgust. "I must be out of my mind!" He muttered, slinging his rifle over his shoulder.
"I still don't know why you just don't let me build one for you?" Arron asked. "And my reloads are not crap I load to SAAMI specs!" Dave gave him an incredulous glare before rolling his eyes.
Arron was actually pretty proud of his collection. He had bought several Anderson lowers and a ton of lower build kits from Palmetto State Armory, most of them came with magpul furniture. Then Palmetto had a bunch of blemish lowers on sale so he couldn't resist and bought a few more. With the threat of the gun grab these are now worth their weight in gold. Arron thought as he looked over his collection of small arms and ammo, before closing the trunk.
"I like my Rock River Arms Operator two, thank you very much!" Dave replied, he froze when the growls grew dangerously close.
A green mist appeared out of the woods a few feet from the two armed men. They both put their respective rifles to their shoulders, held their breathes, and waited.
"Arron," Dave fearfully said, "I don't think that's a coyote."
A large wolf emerged from the woods just to their left. It's eyes were glowing an eerie green, its entire body looked to be made up of sticks, twigs and other assorted vegetation. The same color dark green mist they saw earlier was pouring from the creatures thorn lined mouth.
"Well there's some good news," Arron said. "I now know where we are."
"I thought," Dave worriedly replied. "You said we were in New Hampshire on Leon's property... and what in the hell is that thing?"
"Nope, and that, if I'm not mistaken is a timber wolf, we've somehow wound up in Equestria, and for the love of God, shoot!" Arron said putting a lot of emphasis in shoot.
Both men fired at the timber wolf causing chunks of wood and debris to fly from its organic hide. The small projectiles ripped holes in the creature, but it didn't seem to phase it. Dave hit the timber wolf in one of it's glowing eyes causing the creature to yelp in pain before retreating back into the woods. Though that timber wolf was gone the mist remained and both Dave and Arron had to hold their noses when the gas reached them.
"How much ammo did you say you brought again?" Dave asked his brother holding his nose with one hand and pressing the mag release with his other to check his round count. He was rather quick about it because the mag didn't hit the ground before he caught it to inspect it. Now I really wish I'd listened to Russ and bought the mags with windows, he thought as he slapped the about a half empty mag back into the well.
"Not enough," Arron cried. "Especially if we're taking on timber wolves!" He decided to forgo fighting them off and headed for the left side of his car.
Dave immediately followed suit. They opened the rear doors so they could throw their rifles into the back seat, before quickly closing the doors and opening the front ones. No sooner than they got their doors closed two more timber wolves emerged from the tree line, one was to the right of their car and the other just behind the white Nissan. Damn, Arron thought. These things are actually trying to flank us! I thought that they were just dumb stick monsters... but no... they just had to have intelligence! Thanks for the info Foust, you could have told us in the show that timber wolves are capable of tactical thinking!
Arron had to halt his mental rant, he didn't even try fastening his seat belt. He just turned the key he had thankfully left in the ignition, threw the car into drive and slammed on the accelerator.
The car jolted forward laying the two terrified occupants back into their seats. The timber wolves both gave chase, they followed the white sedan that was slowly leaving them in the dust. The big problem they now faced was Arron had no idea where he was going.
"Hay, bro," Dave asked. What's a timber wolf, exactly? And why is there a freakin pack of them here in New Hampshire?" He exclaimed, he glanced back at the still pursuing timber wolves in the passenger side mirror. Dave swallowed hard when he couldn't help but notice the wonderful 'objects in mirror are closer than they appear' label on the side view mirror, which at this time was not making him feel very comfortable. This is just like something out of Jurassic Park only instead of being chased by a giant hungry T-Rex, we have freakin wolves made of sticks after us!
"Arron step on it! They're catching up!" Dave yelled at his driver. "Must go faster, must go faster..." He started muttering the same line as Ian Malcolm from the movie, while he continued to watch the wolves get closer in the mirror.
"I'm doing close to forty!" Arron retorted, yanking hard on the wheel in order to avoid colliding with a tree. "There really isn't much maneuvering room, if I go any faster I might hit a tree or something then we'd be wolf chow! And, I don't know about you, but I've already had enough of being bit up! Now, shut up and let me concentrate on driving!" Arron's fingers had started turning white he was gripping his steering wheel so hard. He also noticed the two wolves were still chasing and were actually catching up.
Arron then had a idea it was a bad idea but it was still better than nothing. "Dave," He yelled. "Make yourself useful and shoot something!" His brother was hanging on for dear life when Arron turned the wheel a hard left to avoid another head on collision, this time with a rock that had a tree growing around it.
"With what?" Dave sharply replied in a panic. " News flash, my rifle is in the back seat!"
Arron shook his head and let out a sigh of aggravation. "You still have your Sig on you right and if you need it you can also use my two-two-six on my hip, if you can reach it!" He replied in retort.
Dave rolled his eyes before he pressed the button to roll down his window. He had to do a rather awkward maneuver in order to get to his side arm free from its holster. It was a struggle, but he finally managed to pull it free. He put his hand holding the gun out the window and blindly fired backwards at the timber wolves. The report from his gun made his head ring and the bullets he sent flying all went wide of their intended marks, but the noise did cause the two chasing wolves to halt.
"Wow, Arron how did you know that would work?" Dave said as he brought his hand back inside the vehicle. He didn't even bother to re-holster the weapon, though he did keep his finger off the trigger. He had his gun resting in his lap but still kept it in a tight grip, his index finger rested on the frame just below the slide, just in case their newfound friends decided to give chase again.
"Granny Smith used to bang pots and pans to scare them away. Timber wolves hate loud noises." Arron said steering his car to the left, heading for a clearing that he had glimpsed through the thick trees. Dave had to hang on when Arron again turned hard on the wheel.
"Granny Smith," Dave asked confused. "who the frig is Granny Smith? And seriously why, are there timber wolves in New Hampshire, because I've never even heard of them before?" His brother didn't answer, he was still concentrating on driving.
The Nissan broke through the tree line and was now free of the forest. Arron stepped harder on the gas making their way to the clearing, if only to put greater distance between them and the hungry wolves.
Arron finally replied and eased off the accelerator bringing the car back down to a more controllable thirty MPH. "We aren't in New Hampshire any more little bro. Somehow we've traveled to Equestria."
"What!" Dave cried. "You mean from that crapy My Little Pony, show you watch?" He demanded with both sarcasm and horror.
"It seems that way," Arron said. "And look, I believe that is Sweet Apple Acres ahead of us." He glanced at Dave who was still in a state of shock.
A small farm house with a bright red barn sitting next to it sat in the distance, but in front of them was a very large grove of apple trees. Dave shook his head a few times trying to get his still racing heart under control, as well as trying to wake up from the nightmare he thought he was having. I have to be dreaming, this isn't real, I've lost my mind and am now in a psyche ward and I'll wake up in a straight jacket in a padded room and all of this will go away. He silently hoped that was the case.
Dave finally managed to speak after his mind came back to reality even though he wasn't at all happy about it. "Well Arron you really, really, really know how to get us lost, don'tcha bro. I mean, first I thought we were just going to go out to explore Leon's place for your stupid brony idea and then we get lost in Goffstown New Hampshire... and wind up in... what was it Equestra." His comment was dripping with so much sarcasm that Arron really wanted to punch him but he was too busy driving. Dave only raised his eyes and hoped to God that this really was just a dream.
Arron suddenly stopped the car and turned off the ignition. "Ya, know sometimes I really hate you. I mean you can seriously take the fun out of everything." Arron sighed in exasperation. "Come on Dave, we're in a completely different universe...dimension...whatever..." Arron shook his head. "And its pronounced E-quest-ree-a, not Equestra!"
"Ya, well I call this is totally f'ed up in my book. And why are we stopping here?" Dave credulously asked as Arron exited the vehicle, Dave was clearly aggravated but he followed soon after. If we ever get home I am seriously not leaving the house ever again. Dave though, slamming the door.
"See, that tree house?" Arron said, pointing up at a small picturesque house that was nestled inside a tree.
"Ya, so, what about it?" Dave sarcastically replied.
"You really should have watched the show." Arron put his hand on his head and shook it slightly. Taking his hand away he looked straight at his brother who was now leaning against his car with his arms crossed. Arron rolled his eyes, Oh great he's pissed and he's pouting, he thought. Arron had to take a deep breath before he could calmly continue. "That, Dave is where the Cutie mark Crusaders gather every day after school. And if my guess is correct they're there right now." Arron managed to explain without losing his cool as he again pointed at the tree house above them.
Dave looked up and noticed that the curtains were moving so he knew that someone was inside and they seemed to be watching them in a vain attempt to not be noticed.
Dave grunted in aggravation. "Cutie mark what now? Does anything make sense in this place. Will anything ever make sense? Why in the hell, are we even here? How the hell, did we even get here to begin with? I blame you for this." Dave yelled and pointed an accusing finger at his brother, when he was finished Arron stared blankly back at him. That's it, Dave can really suck the fun and adventure out of everything... I am never going to ask him to come with me on any more trips, he thought, putting his hand to his face and groaning.
Arron sighed. "Actually Dave, I'm just as confused as to how we got here myself, but I'm just going to roll with it. At least one of us knows where we are, and I know the people or ponies that live here or most of them, I think. And I know that there is at least one if not three ponies that can hopefully tell us how to get back home" Arron said in rebuttal, "Now please shut your yap and keep silent while I go and ask the kids if they can assist us!" He muttered several nasty things concerning his younger sibling while he started ascending the ramp up to the small door. He had to hunch over in order to knock.
"Shhhh," A small voice from inside whispered. "maybe they'll go away."
I think that was Sweetie Bell, Arron thought.
"Ya, but what if they're just lost and need'n help?"
That has to be Apple Bloom, Arron thought. That voice of hers is unmistakable.
"I don't know girls Rarity said to be cautious of strangers, and those are some of the strangest things I've ever seen." Sweetie Bell said, making a good point, though it made Arron roll his eyes. Normally, I'd agree but things aren't what I'd call normal,he thought
"Well I think they're cool, so I say we go out there and talk to them." A rougher voice whispered. "Oh, what if they can give us our cutie marks?"
Arron smiled, that was definitely Scootaloo. He waited patiently for them to answer the door.
They went dead silent, then...
"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS STRANGER HELPERS, HURRAY!" all three fillies yelled so loud Arron nearly lost his balance but managed to catch himself when the door of the tree house swung open to reveal the trio of trouble.
Dave looked on with an expression of shock confusion and awe plastered on his face. Arron wished he had gotten his camcorder out of the trunk because the look on his face was priceless.
Arron jumped down to the ground with a solid thud as the trio of ponies made their way down the ramp and headed straight for Dave who was now leaning hard against the car. He had to put both his hands on the hood just so he wouldn't fall over. What the freak are they, his mind couldn't take much more of this strangeness.
"Hi ya, big, tall, guy? I'm Scootaloo and this is Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom." The Orange pegusus said as she pointed to her earth pony and unicorn friends during her introduction. "And together we're the CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS HURRAY!!" They all screamed again, in unison.
Dave was unable to talk and was now frozen as his lower lip started quivering and his eyes darted every which way as if they were trying to focus on anything besides the trio of fillies in front of him.
Arron was brushing himself off from his rough landing. "You can ignore him for now. He's Dave and I'm Arron and that is my car Dave is leaning on. I don't think you have those here? Anyway, were from New Hampshire and I think we're lost because now we're here... in Equstria." I totally can't believe I just said that, he thought.
The trio all turned to look up at the one who spoke. Apple Bloom trotted over to sit in front of him. Arron knelt down so that he was more at her eye level.
"I'm sorry to hear ya'll are lost. I've never heard of any place called New Hampsher but you're not too far from Ponyville." Apple Bloom told the newcomer.
"Maybe Twilight can help you find your home she's an egghead so she could definitely give you directions." Scootaloo sarcastically suggested.
"But where did you come from anyway? I've never seen a carriage quite like this before?" Sweetie Bell said placing a hoof on the car. "It's made of metal, but carriages aren't made of metal?" she questioned, while she started rubbing the fender with her hoof.
"Oh, that's actually a type of plastic. Thought I suppose it does kind of feel like metal." Arron told the inquisitive pony.
"They, they, they're, really, real." Dave said after finally finding his voice.
"Let's give him a hand. He speaks,." Arron said sarcastically. "So what do you think of Bronies now... hmmm hater."
"But, they're real," Dave said still in a state of shock. "I mean talking ponies are real!" He was now staring at the trio of equines.
"Arron," Apple Bloom asked. "What's he talkin about?"
"Back where we're from your all from a T.V show called My Little Pony, and trust me I get flack from pretty much my whole family because I actually watch it." Arron said with a sigh. "Anyway, that's how I knew you'd be here because this is where you guys... or girls rather, usually go after school. You try to come up with ways to earn your cutie marks."
"Wait, you knew us from a show?" Sweetie Bell said with slight panic in her eyes.
"There are others like you, watching us... constantly... like right now?" Scootalooo said while she turned her head, her eyes darted about as if she was looking for someone spying on her.
"I don't think it works like that." Arron comfortingly informed her, trying to defuse the situation. All three ponies let out a collective sigh of relief.
"So I think we should head on over to Ponyville to see Twilight" Arron said with a grin.
"Oh, can we come." Sweetie Bell whined, continuing to rub Arron's car.
"Ya, can we?" Scootaloo asked with big puppy dog eyes.
"I could introduce ya'll to my family?" Apple Bloom happily suggested.
Dave, still in shock just opened the passenger door and got in. This time he fastened his seat belt. I'm not here I'm at home having a nervous breakdown. I'm going to wake up in my room with a headache from...from...taking too many pills...yeah that's it...too many pills, too much caffeine, and too much World of Warcraft, his thoughts were now starting to scare, even him.
Arron pulled the key out of his pocket a pressed the button to pop the trunk. When the latches released and the trunk made the kathunk sound, all three of the fillies said. "Ohhhh!" Their uniformity is just uncanny, Arron thought.
"This thing is magical!" Sweetie Bell Exclaimed.
"It's Awesome!" Scootaloo said flapping her wings and hovering a bit before settling back down.
"It's way better then my sister's ol' wagon that's fer sure!" Apple Bloom added.
Arron just rolled his eyes as he retrieved the two rifles from the back seat of the car to make room for his new passengers.
"What are those things?" Scotaloo curiously asked.
"These are just our AR's I'm putting them back in the trunk so you girls can get in." Arron stated hoping that they'd lose interest in them.
"What's an AR?" Sweetie Bell asked.
"What do they do? They look totally cool." Scotaloo chimed in.
Arron really didn't want to have this conversation. But he also didn't like curious kids. Curiosity, guns and kids is a very bad combination, he thought.
Arron sighed. "OK, I'll tell you but promise my you won't ask about them again and please do not touch them, at least not without either me, or my brother's supervision." He looked very sternly at the trio while he put the AR's in the trunk. As he closed the trunk the three girls all nodded.
"They are weapons and they can be dangerous. When my brother and I first got here we were attacked by a pack of timber wolves and we used those weapons to fight them off."
"Ohhhh!" All three stared at Arron in awe.
"Wait, was that all that banging we heard earlier?" Sweetie Bell said in realization.
"Ya, it was really loud I think even the ponies in Ponyville probably heard it." Scootaloo said.
"With all of the noise, ya'll would've easily scared them nasty wolves away." Apple Bloom said with a nod.
"Oh, trust me we did." Arron said as he gestured to the open door offering the trio to climb into the back seat.
"Hay, this seat is cushiony. Rarity would love to have a ride in this thing of yours Arron." Sweetie Bell said as the other two girls piled in next to her.
Even with all three ponies in back there was still lots of room. I could probably fit four or five full grown ponies in the back seat if they weren't too big. Arron guessed, he closed the door walked around the car and opened his own, he climbed in and fastened his seat belt, put the key in the ignition and the car roared to life when he turned it.
"Wow! This is so cool" Scootaloo exclaimed from the back seat, she trotted over to the window in order to look out.
"Do you think we could go into Ponyville? I want to make sure Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon see us. I'm sure it would make them jealous." Sweetie Bell said. Apple Bloom began to pout at what she said.
Arron stepped on the accelerator and headed for the big red barn in the distance. I don't think that Apple Jack will let Apple Bloom go into town with the other two, he thought. I'm actually not too sure how she, or Big Mac are going to react when I drive up to their house with the three girls in the back.
It only took a few minutes for them to get to the farmhouse. Apple Jack and Big Mac were running toward the car as Arron put on the brakes and put it in park.
"What in the sam hill is that contraption?" Apple Jack said eying the two people she saw sitting inside the vehicle.
"Yep?" Was the only thing Big Mac said, but he too was eying the vehicle.
Arron got out first mostly because Dave was still in shock and the girls couldn't open the doors themselves. Placing his key back into his pocket he opened the right rear door.
"Last, stop everybody... or, everypony out." Arron said still holding the door open for the crusader's to file out.
"Do we have to?" Scootaloo whined.
"What was so much better than trotting the whole way." Sweetie Bell said.
"I can't believe we're here already!" Apple Bloom frowned, still wanting to stay inside the car.
"Just what the hay is goin on around here? Who are they? And what are you three doing riding around in that... that... thing... with that person?" Apple Jack said kind of furious, stomping a hoof.
"But Apple Jack, Arron's awesome and his car is too." Apple Bloom whined, when she finally disembarked from the back seat.
"I can't say the same about his brother, though." Sweetie Bell said eying the man sitting in the front passenger seat, she walked past Arron and over to Apple Jack and Big Mac.
"Arron huh? So where didja come from big feller?" Apple Jack asked.
"He's from New Hamp sher!" Apple Bloom said with a big grin, she trotted over to her big sister and gave her left hoof a hug.
Both Big Mac and Apple Jack stared at Arron quizzically. "New Hamp Sher huh? I've never heard of it before." Apple Jack confessed.
"It's pronounced New Hampshire. It's a New England State in the North East part of the United States." Arron said walking over to Apple Jack and Big Mac. "I was actually going to go into town to see Twilight to ask her how we got here and how we might get home."
Big Mac trotted over to the car still eying it. He rubbed his chin with a hoof, then he bent over to sniff it only to shake his head and make a funny face. He stuck out his tongue so it flopped around a bit before jerking his head back in disgust.
"It wasn't supposed to smell nice Big Mac. And that exhaust can kill you, so please don't sniff the vehicle." Arron said to the curious stallion.
"Yep!" was all Big Mac managed to say, stepping away from the vehicle and heading towards Arron. Even as big as he was Arron was taller so Big Mac had to look up.
Arron took a knee so he could look Big Mac in the eye. Big Mac was studying him he knew. He just gave the red stallion a smile, Big Mac again rubbed his chin with a hoof as if he was deciding something. Big Mac nodded before going over to rejoin his sisters.
"Yep!" Big Mac said again, he turned around to give Arron a slight nod.
"Well, seems that Big Mac likes ya enough. So I guess that's good enough for me too." Apple Jack said.
"So, I'm guessing you would like to see Twilight likity split?" She asked Arron.
"It would be very helpful, yes. So I can give you a ride, if you'd give me the directions to Ponyville." Arron stated.
"Well I guess I'm suppos'en so and that way I won't have to take Sweetie Bell and Scotaloo back into town myself. Apple Jack agreed, both young fillies cheered eager to get back into the car.
"Can I please go with you big sis?" Apple Bloom pleaded with a pout.
"Sorry Apple Bloom but'cha still have chores to do. Now go run along and help out your big brother. I'll be back before ya know it." Apple Jack said to the soundly defeated Apple Bloom.
"Aww, shucks!" She cried, kicking a loose rock with her hoof she reluctantly headed to the barn.
Arron felt sorry for her but he knew how she was. He also didn't want to interfere in other families matters. He just walked over to his car and opened the rear door. Two excited fillies jumped right in, Apple Jack seemed more hesitant but finally got in. Arron shut the door making Apple Jack jump a bit. He once again retrieved his key and opened his own door. He closed it put back on his seat belt and started the car.
As the engine revved up Apple Jack asked. "Was it supposed to sound like that?"
Sweetie Bell answered before Arron could. "Ya, that's what makes it so cool."
Apple Jack looked at the young filly, she raised an incredulous eyebrow, but remained silent.
"So, how do we get to Ponyville from here?" Arron asked his new passenger.
"All ya gotta do is head past the barn then turn left, then when ya see the gate take a right. Go through the gate then take another left that will take us to the road that leads inta Ponyville." While Apple Jack gave the directions Arron stepped on the accelerator and they were off.
Arron rolled the windows down and put his left arm on the sill to rest it. He wasn't all tensed up this time. He stopped when he reached the road. He was about to turn on the left hand signal when he looked to the right. "Hay, Apple Jack what's up that way?" He didn't even know he said it out loud until she answered him.
"There's not much out that way. Just some old ruins," Apple Jack said with a shrug. "Though that road there will eventually take ya all the way to Manehatten if ya jes keep on a goin."
Something was nagging at the back of Arron's mind. It was as if he was hearing a faint whisper that seemed to be telling him to go take a look at the ruins, but he shook his head and ignored it. He turned on the left hand signal, even though there weren't any other cars to signal to, he still did it simply out of force of habit.
"Wooowwee this is nice!" Apple Jack said as the wind blew at her making her mane fly around, though she did have to hold her Stetson on her head with a hoof so she wouldn't lose it. The two fillies in the back seat with her were also enjoying the nice breeze.
"This is totally awesome!" Scootaloo said sounding quite exited.
So the five of them were off to see Twilight. One of them was a wreak, the other hoping to find a way back home, and the three in the back just enjoyed the ride.