[A/N] Sorry bout the wait guys, as I've said before work had me real tied up for time. But good news everypony I got fired... For telling jokes if you'll believe that. Nonetheless, here's a new chapter, and as I've promised a friend of mine, I am incorporating his OC into the story. If you want your OC Pony in the story, leave a picture and detailed description about his/her personality and other traits in the comment section. I'm looking for more Earth ponies and Unicorns though, gotta balance out the raes ya know? Same with some mares, I need me some of them. Side note: Don't give me none of that 'demon/alicorn' bullshit.
“Hey Mac, what do you know ‘bout ‘Rainbow Dash’?” Flint had taken a few minutes trying to find Big Macintosh after his aerial escapade with the fancy flying filly and was a bit concerned for her interest in his ‘products’.
“She’s mah sisters best friend and worst enemy, them two’ve been competin’ in just about anything’ ya’ll could imagine. Why d’ya ask?”
“Because she wants to make a deal with us to get some cider, and I couldn’t lose her flank so we’re gonna be workin’ out all the details at my place here in about two hours.” Big Macintosh rolled the sprig of straw in his mouth a bit before continuing.
“Well, the mare sure does love her Apple Cider, maybe she wants somethin’ with a bit more kick now.”
“Better be damn well all she wants, I don’t need guards shovin’ their muzzles in my backside cause some idiotic mare decided to grow a loose tongue.”
“Ya’ll ain’t got nothing to worry ‘bout Flint, she represents the Element of Loyalty so everythin’s fine an dandy.”
As the two trotted off to finish up their deliveries, Flint couldn’t shake the feeling that somewhere in the woods there was a pony thoroughly studying the duo from the brush.
‘What is she doing?’ Reverb thought to himself as he watched his younger sister gallivanting around with some unknown Pegasus pony. ‘She doesn’t even know him and here she is friendly as could be.’ Reverb dove to the ground as a light green blur whizzed over him followed by a rainbow contrail.
He took to the sky in pursuit of his sister to insure she wouldn’t get hurt, what he saw didn’t surprise him so much as impress him. There she was hot on the stallions tail not missing a eat whenever he’d maneuver around, it was almost as if she knew his next move before he did.
“Well hot damn Rainbow, it’s a wonder the Wonderbolts haven’t recruited you yet…”
True Hook, a light brown Pegasus sat on the edge of Denmare Reservoir watching his line as it swayed to and fro with the waters current. It wasn’t a high paying line of work, but given the fact griffons didn’t make much money in the first place he understood quite well that they too needed food in order to survive. His rod twitched violently and in the blink of an eye Hook had the pole clenched in his teeth and was reeling in the first catch of the day.
“C’mon now, don’t fight too much. You ain’t the first, an you sure ain’t the last.” He could tell by the way this fish was fighting that it would fetch a good price down in Stalliongrad. The fish jumped out of the water, a massive fourteen inches in length, there was no way True Hook would let this one go. “Get on up here, there’s a hungry griffon just waitin’ for ya.”
“Seems every time I go lookin' for ya yer out here catchin' these here fish.”
True hook nearly jumped out of his hide as he hadn't heard Flint land right next to him. “Damn flint, ya always gotta sneak up on ponies like that?”
“Nah, but yer funnier than hell to scare. I tell ya what.”
“Tell me what?”
“It's an expression dumbass, now ya'll want a piece of this here new batch of cider or what?” Flint reached around to his saddlebags and produced a cream white bottle with 4 X's marked on the side.
“C'mon now Flint, you know me. Of course I do. Question is though... Why's this one got four X's on it instead of the usual three?”
“Cause I put a little somethin' special in this here batch, that's why.” Flint shook the jar around a bit enticing the currently sober fisherpony. “Same price though, 20 bits an she's yers.”
“Yeah yeah, just hand it over already.” True Hook grabbed a bag of bits from the sack he had set next to him and tossed the currency to Flint. “If this kills me, I'm gonna come back an ring your neck you hear me?”
“Sure, have fun ya drunken fish monger.” With his business done Flint beat his wings and rose to the sky, but not before flashing his trademark wink to his oldest customer.
Sure he can put up a decent facade when the time called for it, yet somehow he still felt the fur on the back of his neck standing on end the entire time he made the transaction. Was he being tailed? Or was it just getting chilly, he didn't rightly know but there was only one way to find out. By getting the hell out of Dodge. In the blink of an eye he accelerated toward Whitetail Wood to see which of his theories would hold true.
In the past Flint has had many people on his tails for reasons he couldn't count. Yet the number one reason was the simple fact that they didn't take kindly to his operation. So out of instinct when things got heated his first option was to run, if that didn't work there was always plan 'B', kill them and hide the body, luckily it hadn't come to that quite yet but Flint knew it was only a matter of time in this risky business.
Weaving between tree's Flint knew the easiest way to know somepony was after him was the fact the couldn't run through the forest without making a hell of a lot of noise. Sure enough he could hear twigs snapping and the sound of hoofseps behind him. Just bucking great, he thought, might have to deal with this guy the hard way...
“I ain't stupid, I can hear you back there, ya'll couldn't sneak up on a deaf an blind pony if'n ya tried!”
“That's cause Ah'm not sneakin' ya paranoid idiot.” A red figure emerged from behind a nearby tree breathing heavily.
“Dangit Mac, why didn't you just tell me in the first place, I thought I had a tail there for a while.”
“Ya did, Ah took care of 'em though.”
“What when?” Flint descended down to Big Mac's level and dropped rather unceremoniously to the ground.
“Just after ya'll came through these here woods, Ah was waitin' in the treeline cause Ah seen him followin' ya earlier. Knowin' exactly where you'd go when ya sensed him Ah waited till he got to the edge an knocked him out cold. Had a camera too, grabbed it before Ah came back after you.”
“Oh hell no, he's gotta be with the guards! We need to destroy that ASAP Mac!”
“Don't ya'll fret, Ah got it taken care of.” That being said Big Macintosh tossed the camera to the ground and stepped on it breaking it into multiple pieces. “The sun'll destroy all them pictures, so we don't gotta worry bout them findin' it an still havin' evidence.”
“They damn well better not...” Flint turned and looked to the west, noticing the sun was about to go down he turned back to his 'partner in crime'. “It's getting' late Mac, s'alright if I crash at yur place tonight? Don't really feel like walkin' all the way back to mine tonight.
“Sure thing buddy, under one condition.”
Flint gave Mac a skeptical look and leaned closer to him. “And these here conditions are...?”
“Gotta help lil' Applebloom with her homework when we get there.”
“Sometimes I really hate you ya big ugly Clydesdale.” Flint brushed past Big Macintosh in the direction of the farm.
“The feelin's mutual 'Whiskey Slim'.”
Flint turned his head and shot Mac a 'fuck you too' look. A few more seconds passed until he began laughing like a deranged idiot. “I like that, thas a new one. Oh man, I gotta find some stupid nicknames for you now...”