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// Chapter 2: A Nice Walk 
// Story: Fluffiest Misadventures 
// by tranhdxrbntd 
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Snowball stared at the pegasus mare who was in turn staring at the other pegasus mare up in the sky. The mare held the stare for an unnerving amount of time because to him, it seemed quite odd to be staring up at the sky for any amount of time considering you wanted to be aware of your surroundings at all times. He decided not to stay and wait for the mare and trotted around her, in the opposite direction of where she was staring. Apparently, it would be a long trip to his destination so he wanted to make some progress. 

Now he knew his destination was called Canterlot Castle. Equestrian wasn't his first language, his family only knew how to speak it from trading with roving traders, meeting up with them when they were on the most southern portion of their constant migration. He could tell that Canterlot was a name but Castle was a word and it roughly translated to 'permanent big building' in his mind. There was one problem with looking for a 'permanent big building' here in Canterlot... Once he had left the train station and it's pegasi obscuring the skies, he could see that every single building in Canterlot fit the description of 'permanent big building'. Though to be fair, there was one saving grace, the biggest tallest building that was roughly centered amongst all of the other buildings was likely to be what he assumed to be Canterlot Castle. 	`

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Canterlot, the capitol of Equestria was quite the tourist destination for citizens of Equestria and with it being this close to Hearth's Warming Eve, it was quite packed with many a tourists. Being a regular tourist destination, there was many, many tourist traps in the city and many of them were close to the train station, obviously because it'd be the source of all non-pegasi tourists. There were the normal tourist traps that you'd expect in every major city, vendors hocking subpar wares, taxis ready to pick up travelers, ponies ready to provide tourists a guided escort through the city, and escorts ready to provide ponies with 'comfort'. 

The instant Snowball had made it any decent distance from the train station, he was the most eye catching pony for miles. For one thing, he was a lone stallion so he was just begging for a mare to accompany him. More importantly, it was the way he was dressed, or lack thereof. 

A pair of mares traveling with each other eyed the approaching white stallion trotting along with a spear, a set of saddlebags that looked like they were hoof made in the style of some undiscovered tribe, and his unshorn fetlocks (how raunchy). On the behest and jeer of the other, one of the two mares stepped forward to approach him as he came closer to them. "Hel-lo baby, digging that tribal look. How much?" The stallion hadn't made any response that clued in to the mares that he had acknowledged the two mares and kept on trotting, going past the two mares. 

The first mare almost froze in response to him ignoring her and the second of the two rushed forward and, irritated at having to do this (I mean, if he's an escort, he should be looking for cues like that?), grabbed his balls (no bra, Rawr) for a split second, giving them a playful squeeze. The stallion nickered in surprise and, in a heartbeat, spun on a dime to face the intruder of his personal space. The mare smirked at getting the stallion's attention. "My friend asked-" 

She didn't get to finish that sentence. He didn't waste the time and decked her in the face, knocking her clean out (and quite possibly feeding the mare some of her own teeth in the process). The stallion nickered once again, this time happily, at the properly dished out karma and then turned around and continued his trotting. The mare's friend, shocked for a few seconds, at first, rushed to the unconscious pony's side in aid. 

Meanwhile in One of Canterlot Castle's Royal Guard Dispatching Offices

"You lost the Yakutian emissary?!" a seated royal guard officer yelled in shock. Two royal guards, the same ones who had met up with Snowball at the train station, nodded in shame. The royal guard officer ran both of her hooves across her face. "The first Yakutian diplomatic envoy in centuries, a stallion, and you let him go on on his own in this city. Do you know what could happen to a stallion, alone, in times like these?!" The officer groaned at the possibilities of what could happen to him with there being no mare to protect him in dangerous-for-lone-stallion times like these, especially with this city. 

The mare, sighing, pulled her face out of her hooves. "We're gonna have to dispatch every free guard to search for him! What did he bucking look like?!" 

For a second, neither of the standing mares responded, he had looked pretty plain. "Well ma'am he was, uh, white", responded one of the mares. "Uh, white mane? A little taller than average, I think?" 

The officer waited for more to come from the mares only to realize that was all that was being offered by her subordinates. She slammed her head into a pile of paperwork on the desk in front of her. "A white stallion, taller that average. So every noble and uniformed royal guard in Canterlot?" The stallion being white posed a second problem, all of Canterlot had fresh snow. For the entire month, snow was scheduled to give the city that stereotypical winter holiday look. This was gonna be like looking for a needle in a needlestack. 

The other mare took her turn to pipe up. "Ma'am, he was a little on the fluffier side, pretty wide from the front." 

The officer looked up from her paperwork pile. "It's Winter. Everypony has their winter coat grown in."

"No, he was extra fluffy, like, the thicccest, densest coat you'd ever seen." 

"I'm gonna kill both of you."

Meanwhile in a Canterlot Castle's Royal Guard Law Enforcement Office

Why is it always the holidays when stuff like this happened? Was it the tourists? 

A law enforcement dispatching officer had been receiving several reports of a crazed escort going around and outright attacking several mares. With several mares either concussed or knocked out, she didn't expect a stallion to be the one doing it but all of the reports were very vocal about the perpetrator being one. How weak and colty was that? Being knocked out by a stallion? Stallions were namby pamby. How weak did you have to be to be knocked out by a single punch from a stallion? This was truly a sign that the modern mare was slowly getting weaker and weaker. Must be the result of these new age stallionists. The mare shuddered at the thought of them. Disgusting.

Unfortunately for the dispatching officer, all of the reports of this crazed stallion pretty much came back the same. It was a white stallion with a white mane going around and doing this. The white mane was rare but the white coat pretty much described hundreds of stallions in Canterlot. She was going to have to dispatch a lot of guards out for this matter, mares at that. What stallion guards she had at her disposal would probably not be up to the task at hand or worse, be sympathetic and also become a victim.