The sun was hanging low over the outlying fields of Ponyville. Everyone had gathered there, either to watch the games or to participate. The apple family was selling a variety of snacks, with the two youngest members of the family absent, as they were going to join in on the games.
All in all, it was perfect. Except for a pair of sticks in the mud.
Everyone was kinda stumped about the mysterious disappearance of the two resident humans. That isn't to say they weren't happy about it, maybe they could finally just terrorise some other place that was hopefully more than 200 miles from Ponyville.
But the disappearance of Ollie and Jack, had in stead presented the appearance of Olivia, a fucking gigantic lady wearing the exact same armour as Ollie, although with a more curvy breastplate, and her 'sister' Jennifer, a posh Lady wearing a black waistcoat with top hat and small round glasses.
And still, no one had figured out who they were.
"It's a wonder no one's questioned us yet." Ollie whispered, his voice was still hollow, but somehow sounded more feminine. "Especially when you're playing with those damn knives all the time."
"I can't help it." Jack was spinning the tip of the knife on his nail, occasionally throwing it into the air before having it land the exact same way, still spinning. "I've never been able to do this before, so give me some time to at least experience it."
"you're more childish than a newborn." Ollie groaned, walking to a nearby stand to be as far away from "Jennifer" as possible.
"Howdy there lil missy, what can ah getcha?"
The old mare who had asked Olivia made Ollie freeze and stand stiff as a board. Because that voice belonged to the stereotypical cow-mare that he, like anything in this bloody world, he hated like the plague.
"Why hello there!" Ollie said, her voice so high pitched it could've cut through glass. "So nice to meet you!" you old hag. Olivia thought, he could just manage to not grab hold of the old mare and stuff her into a bin.
"You too missy, you too," Granny Smith smiled. She was spreading what looked like jam onto a piece of toast. "I don't recall seeing you here before, mind telling me yer name?"
"Why this is Olivia!" Jack said, reaching an arm around Ollie. "And I'm Jennifer, were here to participate in the Sisterhooves social."
Granny Smith had stopped spreading the jam and was now staring quizzically at Jennifer. "I could swear I've seen you two somewhere, but I can't really put my hoof on it." She was kind of T-bowing, looking like some of those Greek philosophers Ollie had killed off for asking questions that went along the line of; why exactly aren't we rebelling? Or, how do we get the same powers as him and overthrow him?
Needless to say, Ollie was itching to set the entire booth on fire, with whatever living beings and precious items were inside.
"You wouldn't by any chance be related to the apple family would'cha?"
Jacks eyes looked like they were gonna glaze over completely. A half lidded expression of malign contempt. "No, I'm pretty sure we're not."
"Well, I'm sorry youngins, but I have to get back ta workin. These goods don't bake themselves now do they?" Granny Smith giggled, before going into a cough fit that made Olivia smile for the first time that day.
"Come on," Jack tucked at Ollie's shoulder, "I doubt that we'll get anything out of being here any longer, except some strange disease that causes your snot to turn into jam."
"How exactly did you come up with that ridiculous a concept?" Olivia asked, raising a nonexistent eyebrow.
"Blame Nova, he's the bastard writing this crap."
Ollie shrugged, "fair enough."
"Mares and gentle stallions of both participating and spectating nature, please direct your gazes towards the tribune, where our princesses will now officially open the Sisterhooves social."
Both Ollie and Jennifer looked towards the large tribune, or more specifically, the large VIP section, reserved for the Canterlot nobles and the princesses themselves. And sure enough, both princesses were right there, in broad daylight.
As an assassin, this kind of royal behaviour made Jack squirm in annoyance.
Luna stepped up. "Greetings citizens of Ponyville!" Her voice was much louder than it should've been, probably because of magic, Ollie thought, that was the shorthand explanation for everything in Equestria.
"Me and my sister are here today, to officially begin the 100th Sisterhooves Social! We are very happy to be overlooking the competition alongside the commentators of today's matches. Those two will be Total cookie, professional hoofball caster, and the captain of the royal guard himself, Shining armour!"
As if materialising from some alternate plane, two ponies, one of them being Shining of course, and the other was a stark grey unicorn with a monocle and top hat. "Thank you so much your highness, and yes I'm sure we're in for some interesting competition today, don't you think so Shining?" The one called Total Cookie asked, the question directed towards shining, who seemed about as excited as a tuna inside of a sharks mouth.
"Indeed Total Cookie, the lineup of today is traditional but no less exciting. Last years champions Sweetie belle and Rarity return in full force, we have cloud chaser and raindrops whom haven't joined since 97th, the winning team of the last five years Applejack and Applebloom are looking fierce and fit for fight, it would also seem that some adopting must've happened because we have Scootaloo and Rainbow dash making a first time appearance."
"That's right, and they're not the only one making a spectacular first timer. We have Olivia and Jennifer joining in for the first time ever. They're both humans, just like the two resident chaotic idiots of Ponyville, Jack and Ollie."
Jennifer rolled up her sleeves, "what did he say?"
"Indeed, we'll be looking forward to seeing the competitors in the arena for the first competition, which will be back-scratcher."
Ollie turned to Jennifer with, once again, a nonexistent raised eyebrow.
"It's basically tag, but you have to touch the back."
Olivia nodded, and somehow managed to pull out a pair of sunglasses. "Well, you could say that I've.........
.....got your back"