//------------------------------// // Ticket Uno // Story: Big Mac's Vacation: Canterlot. // by MoltenXKid //------------------------------// “How exactly are we exactly going to get the tickets?” asked Mac. He, Isra, Valor, and Shining were walking outside of the warehouse. Down the road they walked as Isra wrote something on a piece of paper. As soon as she finished, the group reached a crossroad. “We are going to split. Shining and you go to the left, and Valor and I go to the right. Take these masks and note. Go to the address listed on it and walk down the alley. By tonight, we both should have our tickets. If not, the plan falls through. Try not to fail.” “We won’t fail, ma’am.” Assured Mac. “You better not because…” Isra stepped forward ,so she could whisper into Mac’s ear, “If you do, Deogal won’t be the only one on my list to take out.” With those words uttered, Isra slowly backed away, but not without softly kissing Mac’s cheeks. It couldn’t have been a kiss of passion or love; it must have been kiss of promise and revenge. The case meant a lot to Isra, so if anything got in her way, she would make him pay. Mac knew this, yet the others saw it differently. After the group split, Isra and Valor began walking towards Canterlot’s market district. They walked in awkward silence since this was only their second time meeting. Though, it wasn’t completely bad. Having a child’s company lightened the mood. Valor’s innocence and optimism were something new and welcomed. Though, at some points, it was slightly annoying. “So, are you and Mr. Mac going out?” Valor asked. “W-w-what give you even the slightest notion of that?” Isra stuttered. “Well, you kissed him about an hour ago. Plus, you seem to spend an awful lot of time with him.” “How do you know that?” “We Lost Colts get around. It’s our job to be observant.” “I can assure you that Big Macintosh and my relationship is strictly business.” “And I can assure you that I do not steal from the Canterlot Elite.” Valor said sarcastically after noticing a slight blush on Isra’s blue fur. The two continued walking. The scenery changed from rusted buildings to the stylish, new buildings of upper Canterlot. The ponies of the area were known to belittle or disrespect each, but when it came to bat ponies and the lower caste, it was another level. Especially when they were seen together. Isra and Valor had both learned to ignore the glares and the hushed comments. Isra noticed the Valor seemed to be cracking underneath the words of the elite. “Don’t get down because of what those upper class ponies have to say.” Isra said after she noticed Valor’s face. She remembered the days she would do the very thing bringing him down. After she joined the agency, she began to hate those who did It., “Their heads are just too far up their own flanks to accept anyone different from their own herd.” Valor laughed and cheered up, though he still had sadness in his eyes. “Yeah...Yeah. Hey, Isra…where are we going?” Isra turned into store filled with clothes that absolutely disgusted Valor. “To get the tickets, we have to become the very thing we hate…” The next hour was filled with clothes, hats, shoes, etc. Isra, remembering the feeling from her childhood, tried on numerous clothes excessively. She had to find the correct outfit for the plan to work. Some dresses were too bright, some were too dark. Soon, with the help of an attendant, she settled on a light yellow sundress with trim of blue that almost matched her fur color. Next, it Valor’s turn. He feared for this. In his mind, the two mares descended on him like vultures on meat. He was their dress up doll. First, they cleaned his natural, dirty colt appearance. Second, were the clothes. The constant changing of clothes was disorienting. An outfit was never on him for more than a couple seconds before it was exchanged for another. Though, he enjoyed the company. Finally, the mares decided on a light blue, ruffled blouse. His cleaned up appearance could make any mare’s heart explode. “You know I’m not wearing this blouse…” “But you look do adorable!” joked Isra. She really meant it. “No one in their right mind would wear it.” Valor shook his head, “How about you just get me that tux? It’s nice looking and I’ll wear it.” Disappointed, Isra decided not to argue. She allowed Valor to have the tux. After she bought the outfits, they made their way to a party not far from the store. In their “disguises”, they blended with elite. Nopony could tell them apart from any other elite. Well except the fact that one was a batpony. Other than that, they seamlessly moved into place. The party was nothing more than a gathering of mares who talked gossip about one another. Each mare seemed to try to outdo each other in smugness and being obnoxious. It was a terrible place for the two hidden ponies. They managed to easily get in since there wasn’t a list- an open get together. As soon as they got in, the mare attacked Valor. Pinching his cheeks, squeezing him, hugging him, even kissing him. They were bombarding him with affection for his appearance. Internally, he loved it, but his young instincts made him show his hatred of it. “Ugh! Ms. Isra, Please tell me why we’re here.” Valor pleaded as he dodged a hug. “Every mare here has a ticket to the party tomorrow. I need you to steal one.” Isra answered. Valor smiled as he disappeared into the sea of mares. Isra then went to a group of mares and joined their conversation. She was waiting. Waiting for a key element to happen. She didn’t have to wait long. “What are you doing, you little heathen!” screamed a mare. Isra immediately moved into place. “How dare you call my precious colt a heathen?” Isra defended. Her voice changed to reflect that of a Canterlot noble.” “You’re precious colt tried to steal from me!” “Gasp…Pompous…Is she telling the truth?” Isra asked shocked;her acting skills were amazing. Valor, catching on quick, joined in the act. “Yes, mother. I did.” Valor tried to look melancholy, yet his lips twitched with a smile. “Why, darling…why?” “I saw those ruffians doing it. They said to be cool; I had to try it… Forgive me, madam. Please forgive me.” The mare went towards Valor. She took his hoof, and started speaking. Ira didn’t hear what she said; she blocked it out. Her objective was to take the ticket slightly hanging from a pocket. She nodded towards Valor who kept keeping the mare busy. Using her slight of hoof, she slipped the ticket out of the pocket, put it in her pocket, and continued like nothing happened. “…and that’s why you shouldn’t listen to those ruffians. They are dirty, uneducated, low-classed citizens.” Ranted the mare. Isra noticed the anger growing on Valor’s face; she stepped in. “Thank you for setting my son straight. We must be off. Stuff to do.” She grabbed Valor’s hoof and quickly left the party, yet Valor returned with a cup of water in his hooves. He then threw his arms forward causing the cup to empty its contents onto the mare. Her mane sagged and her makeup ran. “Don’t you ever talk about us that way again.” He warned before Isra swooped him away in her arms.