I walked along on the sidewalk next to the scorching black pavement, the summer sun blazing the ground below with intense heat. I could feel my bright red t-shirt sticking to my back with sweat and my joints were aching. The joys of Ponyville summers!
Anyway, my name is Sharp. I have a last name but it sounds really cheesy when you say the whole thing. I'm probably one of the nicer soldiers you'll meet, too. Though I have my days... I've got short blond hair and bright blue eyes. Six feet tall and decently built. Definitely got enough muscle on me, though I attribute that to the training I went through. With my t-shirt was a pair of matching red shorts, usually I would have a pair of blue jeans on but the heat was saying otherwise.
I joined the military when I was younger, about five years ago when I turned eighteen. I had always wanted to and I come from a military family, which has been serving since my great-great grandfather enlisted. I was so enthusiastic about it when I was younger that I learned how to shoot when I was only seven! I look back at those memories and laugh every now and then, helps keep my spirits up after I've seen the true nature of war.
Anyway, back to the present. I was walking around town like I usually did when I was on leave, and this was about the fourth one I've had. One a year is enough for me, I don't have a whole lot to do when I'm off work and my family is relatively small so it works out. The only real purpose being on leave serves is just getting a break from all the chaos in Saddle Arabia. That, and Ponyville has a decent female population. Plenty of girls my age around here, so I never get too lonely. Never really found anyone I really wanted to spend my life with yet, though. Still looking for that one.
I was passing by the local confectionary--brilliantly named Sugarcube Corner by it's owners--when they passed by. Two girls, one a little shorter than the other and both shorter than me. The shorter one had rainbow coloured hair which stopped just above her chest, a bit of a tan on a slender frame and bright magenta eyes. She had something of a cocky grin on her and she had several piercings on her ears. She was wearing a light blue tank top and darker blue short shorts. She was nothing compared to the other girl, though.
She was maybe three inches shorter than me, light tan skin and probably the hottest body I've seen in a while. Wearing--how she could stand it I will never know--a tight black tank top and black knee length shorts. I couldn't stop my jaw from half dropping at the sight of her, she must've been at least a C cup from the look of her chest and the rest of her was just sheer beauty. Toned arms and legs and a clearly well exercised torso. I had to close my eyes for a couple of seconds just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.
Anyway, her hair was a vibrant cyan with a dark purple stripe through the middle, with a thin red streak on the right side of her bangs. The most captivating thing about her, though, despite her incredible body, were her eyes. Bright, fierce red eyes on a beautifully angled face. She also had a bit of a smirk on her face, probably something they did, since they looked close. That disappointed me a bit since a lot of the girls around Ponyville aren't really into guys.
Now, I'm not a homophobe by any stretch of the imagination, but when you meet a fairly hot girl and she tells you she doesn't like guys it can be a bit disappointing.
I think she caught me staring because just as we passed each other she gave me a wink. She literally looked me in the eyes and winked at me. I couldn't stop the light blush that formed on my cheeks following that, and to be honest, I didn't really care. I kept walking despite the urge to glance back and look at the girl's rear. I wiped my right hand over my head, my fingers pushing through my sweat soaked hair. I bring my hand from my head and wipe the sweat on my shorts. Sure, I may be a military guy, but that doesn't mean a girl can't make my jaw drop, and from the looks of it she couldn't help but look at me either.
I stretch my left arm over my chest, pulling it with my right until it feels correct, and do the same to my other arm. All the while I keep walking, trying to keep the utterly stunning girl off my mind. I decide to pull out my phone and headphones. Popping one in each ear I start the playlist of one of my favourite bands on shuffle, bobbing my head slightly as the sweet sound of the lead guitarist's shredding flowed from the tiny speakers.
Yes. I'm something of a metal-head. Deal with it. Avenged Sevenfold for life...
I'm getting sidetracked... I tend to have fanboy-ish spasms from time to time. You should see me at any of the concerts I've attended. Anyway, I kept walking with the music blaring into my ear canals when I came across an old friend of mine. I only ever got to see her once a year but hey, we've managed. And no, there's nothing romantic between us. Though that should be obvious with my reaction to that girl earlier. I smiled and pulled the earbud from my left ear, reaching into my pocket and pausing the song. I then pulled the other bud out and hung them over my neck.
"Hey, AJ," I said to her, reaching out and taking her hand as she reached out to shake.
Her full name's Applejack, but I tend to call her AJ. She was my height and shared my hair colour, though hers was always lighter. She had brilliant green eyes and probably the most charming smile I've ever seen on someone. As for her figure, she was well built, lots of muscle, more than most women around here. Of course, when you live and work on a farm your whole life, that'd happen. She had on an orange button up shirt and blue jeans held at her waist by an brown leather belt with a red apple buckle.
As our hands released each other she wrapped her freckled arms around me in a warm hug, which I returned graciously.
"Ah missed ya, Sharp," she said in her thickly accented voice.
"Missed you, too," I said.
She released me and readjusted the brown Stetson on her head, shaking a few strands of hair out of her emerald eyes. She looked me over a few times before patting me on the shoulder, hard.
"So, whatcha been up to over there?" She asked.
"The usual. Haven't shot anything in over two months though, dying to go to the range. Otherwise not much," I said, "though I saw these two girls walking around earlier."
That caught her attention, not like I didn't already have it, but she perked up at that. "What kind a' girls?" She asked. I know full well that she's into girls and that's probably one of the main things keeping us together; common interest in women.
"The kind you want to take home and bang till they're screaming," I said. "Though if we meet them I have dibs on the taller one."
"Y'plannin' on hittin' th' bar tonight?" She asked.
"Yep, and you're invited since I don't really have anyone else to go with," was my response.
She nodded and gave me a smirk, one I knew all too well. "Alright then, sugarcube," she said. "Ah'm in."