The Hunt Club
Have it Your Way
Admiral Biscuit
“Did I ever tell you about the time that Burger King tried to source local beef for their burgers?”
“Burger King?”
Saffron nodded.
“But there aren’t any Burger Kings in Equestria.”
“Not anymore.” She grinned. “It was that much of a disaster, they just washed their hooves—hands of it.”
We were in a pony McDonalds, an official franchise. One of the few human restaurant franchises that had actually made it work.
Admittedly, the store fit in with local architecture, inside and out. The gaudy golden “M'' was the only obvious corporate branding from the outside.
Menu items were almost entirely different, as well, in order to appeal to the local market. McCafe drinks and flurries and apple pies were largely unchanged, but only the fries and Fish Sandwich survived. The ‘Equestrian Mac,’ as it was called, was entirely vegetarian and could be ordered with hay substituted for the veggie patties. McMuffins were meatless, with two varieties of non-meat patties, or for the purists, hay.
They did have Happy Meals and a drive through—technically, a trot through—and a sign on the front door which began “In deference to local customs. . . .”
Rumor was that there were some more conventional McDonalds in heavy tourist areas where you could actually get burger patties, imported directly from Earth, and you paid dearly for them.
I’d always figured that McDonalds had deep enough pockets to fund a few loss leaders and other franchises didn’t, and to be honest, who went to Equestria to find human fast-food restaurants anyway?
“This is going to be good, isn’t it?”
Saffron didn’t reply right away, she just took a spoonful of her McFlurry and that was all the answer I needed.
“So they were the first restaurant to make it to negotiations. Nopony knows why for sure, although I suspect that there was a misunderstanding and they thought that ‘King’ was an actual title—you gotta negotiate with the leaders, you know.
“Besides, ponies weren’t really all that interested in burger restaurants, for obvious reasons. Although I’ve heard that Burger King onion rings are good.
“Anyway, they got a proper royal charter and set up a restaurant in Canterlot and another in Manehattan. They wanted it to look just like one on Earth, so they had to get all sorts of variances and import all kinds of stuff from Earth from their stupid booths and their stupid kitchen appliances and their supid and confusing bathroom fixtures.
“And of course, they had to import all their beef and chicken, ‘cause they couldn’t get any of that locally.”
“Would ponies even eat beef?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. Like, it won’t kill us, not in small doses, anyway. And there are always adventurous ponies who want to try something new, maybe just to say that they’ve done it, or impress a stallionfriend or because they’re curious and it’s probably morally okay to eat a beef patty that came from Earth.”
“Have you?”
“Of course not.” Saffron blushed. “I’ve tried chicken a couple times. It’s okay, it tastes kind of like tuna but it’s stringier and not as salty.”
“So why not try beef? At least once?”
“’Cause every day I buy a pint of milk at the market, and I can’t look the salescow in the eye and know what she tastes like.”
“That’s not . . . .” My voice trailed off as I remembered back on Earth I could get horsemeat, and would I look at her, or ponies in general, differently if I’d eaten it? If I knew what it tasted like?
“I know what you’re thinking.” Her eyes were distant, too. “I did my time on Earth, and I wondered, was it an opportunity I’d never have again or knowledge I was better off not having? Nopony ever talks enough about the difference in diet and the moral choices and personal choices that come with it when you go from world to world. I guess we’re lucky in that there are lots of sapient carnivores here, so anypony who’s travelled and keeps her ears perked at least knows that there are creatures who’ll eat things she would never consider.
“Which I suppose is why Burger King got kinda unfettered access and permission, nopony really thought about the implications.”
“Protests in the streets? Ponies complaining about the smell of cooking meat?”
“Surprisingly, no, there were a few complaints about that, but ponies mostly avoided it. It takes more effort to protest than to just not go there, and while they got a few curious ponies now and again, for the most part it was only human tourists.
“Things went okay for a while, then they got the idea that if instead of importing it, they were to source local beef, they could save a lot of bits and improve their margins.” Saffron sighed. “I’ve been in business meetings, and I know when somepony who’s never set hoof on the shop floor comes up with a ‘great idea.'She made air-quotes with her forehooves and ate another spoonful of McFlurry. “Somebody had seen a picture book but didn’t know that Equestrian cows are sapient, and that somebody was high enough in the ranks that they didn’t just kick him in the flank and ignore his idea like they should have.
“It was still kinda early days, so most negotiations still went through the Princesses first, and staff shuffled them off in whatever direction required. I have to imagine some underpaid intern got the original request, thought about rejecting it outright, and then decided that it ought to go to King Asterion.”
That was a name I hadn’t heard before. As far as I knew, the ponies didn’t go for kings or queens, although they did recognize those titles. “King Asterion?”
“King of the minotaurs, and also cows. There’s some overlap.”
“Surely he said no.” But would it be a story if he had simply said no? Would it have caused Burger King to completely abandon the market?
“Nopony knows what was in his mind. But everypony knows what minotaurs are like, and for a company to dare to ask such a question, he wasn’t going to just tell them no, he was going to teach them a lesson.
“Minotaurs like contests of strength, of one-on-one combat, everypony knows that, but they’re also clever when it comes to getting trade advantages. Although I don’t know what he got out of this deal, but he would have gotten something.”
Saffron ate another spoonful of McFlurry before continuing. “He gave them a sort of vague ‘let’s continue with negotiations’ sort of reply. Not a firm yes, not a firm no, and he hinted that he’d been negotiating with other fast food franchises for the limited supply, so of course they were tripping over their toes to be the first to the negotiating table, and pretty soon a meeting was arranged.
“At a restaurant, of course, one that’s run by one of his wives. It’s where you gotta eat if you want to have a good negotiation with him.”
“Isn’t that kind of like bribery?” There was a better term for it, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Nepotism?
She shrugged. “I suppose, but the food’s great so nopony minds. Anyway, he’d done his research, and had it kinda remodeled to look more like a human restaurant, new menus with fancy Prench-sounding food names, and a new shingle out front that said it was the Hunt Club. In English, which should have been a tip-off.
“He invited them all in, and . . . well, I’ve seen how some of your human leaders are, all pomp and circumstance and everyone fawning over them, but he kind of played it down and had a small retinue and wore his—” Saffron scratched her chin. “Uh, I don’t know if there’s a proper human term, it barely translates into Equestrian. He’s got his fancy King clothes for when he’s doing important state functions, then his less-fancy King clothes for when he’s just around the palace or negotiating, and on the other end he’s got his fighting clothes, either armor or nothing depending on if he’s commanding or brawling.” She tapped a hoof on the table with each item, leaving a space in the center. “Right here, it’s fighting and negotiating clothes, the ones he wears when he’s ready to accept a surrender. Understated, ‘cause he knows he’s already won, even if his opponent hasn’t figured it out yet.
“Everyone crowded around a big table, and of course they were served by the prettiest minotauresses he could find and everybody was complimenting the exotic dishes and how it was nothing like they had ever tasted before.”
“I know that feeling,” I said. “The McKale wasn’t exactly what I was expecting, but it was pretty good. Also, since we’re on the subject of food, I’ve got a question.” I held up the red saltshaker. “What the heck’s in this? It tastes like dirt.”
“Red clay. Good and minerally. When I was on Earth, sometimes baked food had a dusting of cornmeal on the bottom to keep it from sticking.”
“Yeah.”
“Sometimes we use red clay for the same purpose.” She took one last bite from her McFlurry, scraping the spoon around the waxed cup, then set it aside. “So they didn’t know it, but they’d walked into his trap, and he set it right before the main course.
“He softened them up, telling them how great contact with Earth had been, how many new foods had been found, whole new classes of foods that had never been imagined by minotaurs before, how profitable a relationship between Earth and Equestria could be, and it was all a matter of ironing out the little details, and he even had a . . . I don’t know what the exact phrase is, but a contract of interest. He claimed that Wendy’s had already signed one, and that it had to be done before any further negotiations and it was short and simple and there wasn’t much in there that could have raised red flags except that all Equestrian-side rules were subject to the laws of both the Crown and Tauran Law, which I guess their lawyers and negotiator had forgotten he could make on a whim. It is what he says it is.”
“That wouldn’t hold in an Earth contract,” I protested, but I wasn’t sure. I thought about some of the dictators and kings and despots on Earth and what they did, and I thought about Darth Vader saying that he’d altered the deal, pray he did not alter it further.
“Crown laws are more stable but inside sovereign boundaries they’re not always enforced or enforceable. There’s a better process of dissent, at least from the pony perspective, but then I’ve sat through hours of boring negotiations and at least the minotaur system can be faster and more direct.”
“Which is?”
“They didn’t know either.” Saffron stuck her tongue out at me. “And he had a round of drinks brought, good strong stuff. Tauran Ale goes down smooth but hits hard, trust me. And then it was time for the main course, the masterpiece.
“Nopony knows where they got it, and nopony was gonna ask. It might not have been real, it might have been something that they made out of . . . well, between the neck and waist, minotaurs don’t look all that different from humans. So he could have gone to the hospital or just gotten a volunteer . . . that’s just whispers and rumors.”
“You—’ All of a sudden, I was regretting having eating anything, because I already knew what Saffron was going to say next.
“What the waitresses brought out was an arm on a bed of greens, what looked like a whole human . . . forearm?” She motioned at my elbow and down to my hand. “And as everyhuman at the table was recoiling in horror, King Asterion went on as if this was perfectly normal, saying how tasty human meat was, didn’t they agree, and he couldn’t wait until the contract was signed and he could get a steady supply for the Hunt Club. He’d offer up his citizens in exchange for an equal amount of their citizens, either by weight or on a one-for-one basis, that was still open to discussion.
“He also proposed that just like his negotiations with Wendy’s—which might or might not have actually happened—he would be willing to give more favorable terms by virtue of combat in a public arena. And when one of the Burger King negotiators timidly asked what he meant by a public arena, he swept his arm around and said that the Hunt Club was a public arena, and had they noticed that all the waitresses carried weapons?
“Not that they would have needed them, but he knew that humans sometimes measure their worth against the weapons they carry.
“Probably having one of the waitresses pull a knife out from under her skirt and slam it into the table ‘to cut the meat’ was overkill, but King Asterion didn’t get to be king by going small, you know?
“He’d only just pulled the knife out of the table and started to slice off a prime cut of forearm before negotiations ceased abruptly. According to what I heard, their lead lawyer vomiting precipitated the exodus; however it happened, they all fled with their tails between their legs.”
“They could have kept importing Earth beef,” I said. “Like some restaurants do in really touristy places. Just because they got shut down hard over their idea to get it locally doesn’t mean they had to give up.”
“Well, that’s a secret nopony knows,” Saffron admitted. “Maybe there was some clause in the contract they signed, something they don’t want to risk. It’s easy to imagine that they all fled in horror after their lead lawyer vomited, but you don’t know minotaurs or Tauran law, could be that they all signed a contract under duress forfeiting all franchises in Equestria.”
“You mean, because all his waitresses surrounded them and made them sign the contract? With knives out?”
“That’s something he might have done,” Saffron admitted. “He was wearing his surrender clothes, so he would have been expecting complete capitulation. I don’t think he would have had to have them draw weapons, though, just the thought that they might would be enough. I’ve heard it said that he claimed that Wendy’s was not successful at negotiations, and with an arm on the table, they would have thought that was the result.
“Sometimes when you try and move into a new market, it’s best to be first, to not have any competition. Other times, it’s best to let somepony else make the mistakes and learn from them. I wasn’t even there when the negotiations happened, but I heard about them, you bet I did. That was palace gossip for a full moon, the chef even made a marzipan arm in honor of the occasion. Princess Celestia had a roguish glint in her eye, sometimes our relationships with the minotaurs are frosty but she likes King Asterion, and you can bet he told her all about it both formally and in private.”
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That was delightfully odd and I think this might be my favorite minotaur king I've read about, even if he is only talked about rather than appearing in story.
King Asterion is my kind of ruler. This is the perfect blend of Pro Revenge and Malicious Compliance. *insert evil laugh*
Well, that's one way to make a point. But, you know, Burger King kinda brought it on themselves for being the idiots to broach the subject first.
Unless the whole Wendy's angle wasn't a bluff...but I'm pretty sure it was on King Asterion's part. It's not like Burger King would've been in any position to know one way or the other, and after this, they probably didn't want to go digging to find out.
:D Lovely fic, had a smile reading through all of it!
To Serve Man
Is it funny that my favorite part was the discussion of Tauran royal outfits for every occasion?
I'd like to think that it was a fake arm, but I wouldn't put it past the minotaurs for it to be real.
Delicious surrender.
ETA: In a strange confluence of events just now this twitter account that only posts pictures of ponies eating burgers crossed my feed: https://twitter.com/hayburgers
We don’t have Burger King here in Australia instead we have Hungry Jack’s same big American company but they had to change the name because there was already an Australian take away place called Burger King when they came in and so Hungry Jack’s was born
Ahhhh, a nice "To Serve man" style showing (there's even a Twilight Zone epi of the same name), anyone remember the author?
One of the lesser lights should have noticed this set-up and start laughing once the arm was served with a "To Serve Man" quote ...
Not at all surprised that McDonalds was able to make it work. They are good at adjusting the product to fit local culture.
I was expecting the king to pull out monkey meat, but the arm was better.
According to Greek legends, the original Minotaur was an anthrophage.
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And the bastard son of a queen, with "Asterion" being what was going to be his name before they found out about his... deformities.
Just saying, all of this lines up far too well to be an accident.
Well you have a story where Ponies, too, eat Humans.
Adorable, interesting, and enjoyable all around! Tis a bountiful harvest of everything a person could ask for, and then some! Gotta say, it's always nice to see your personal depictions of human interactions with Equestrians! They're just so enticing and intriguing! Hope ya didn't mind, but I couldn't resist making a reading of this burger-y fic of yours!
Audio Linkyloo!: https://youtu.be/vre1M6qLslQ
(I don't mean to offend anyone with this comment in any way!)
Now I'm curious which other companies tried (and failed) to set foot within Equestria.
The moment I read "McFlurry" I thought "There must be something MLP related to this.", and it turns out I wasn't disappointed:
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10915115 McD's never needed beef...
10914718 COOKING IS GROSS!!
You have to eat people ALIVE, like a PROPER giant dragon!
Alondro recoils in horror, "THIS IS NOT SOFT VORE!!! I CAN'T FAP TO THIS!!!"
Munches on a piece, "Bleh, tastes kinda rancid. Must have been a convention attendee." 
Pinkie Pie procured the arm... while also gathering the main ingredient for "Cupcakes"....
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But you get the stringy stuff caught in your fangs and if swallowed whole you can feel them scream all the way down.
I want to call this a "slice of life" story... I really do... but for professional reasons I'll simply claim it to be fulfilling and in good taste.
Puns aside, well done and a fine addition to the softer background world building you do so very, very well.
It wasn't a Minotaur arm: it was a shaved Yahoo arm, bought from the Houyhnhnms.
(They do a good business selling off the surplus population of the pests to carnivorous species.)
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Thank you!
And yeah, he does sound like a cool dude. As long as you stay on his good side, anyway.
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Yeah, exactly. Can’t argue with his negotiating skills, and even if Saffron doesn’t know, he got some kind of deal before Burger King fled.
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As they say, play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
It was totally a bluff. King Asterion did his homework, set them up, and watched them walk right into his trap.
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Thank you!
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It’s not weird at all (although it might be to ponies). A proper King has an outfit for every occasion.
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Thank you!
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It could be fake, but then it might not be. In Burger King’s case, would you want to guess wrong?
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The best kind
Hah, that’s fantastic!
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Last time I was in Australia I thought about going there and getting some Hungry Jack merch, but I always get stopped and inspected at customs, and having an empty Hungry Jack’s onion ring box in my bag would likely raise questions.
I suppose these days if I really wanted it, I could order something online.
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Yeah, you ain’t kidding. And then the rest of the team could have pointed to him, said ‘it was his idea,’ and fled. Sadly, as if often the case, the idiot who had the idea wasn’t the one who had to confront the consequences of his idea.
If Five Guys wanted to open an Equestrian franchise, and if they did their homework, they might very well call it “Five Mares.” Or . . .
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Probably the intern got it, while all the suits were in full panic mode.
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Yeah, and I feel like they’d be clever enough to not rush in, but do their homework first, then come in with a plan and a suitable marketing campaign. If it took years and hiring a couple ponies to make it happen, so be it.
King Asterion is a believer in go big or go home.
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Wasn’t basically everyone in Greek legend? Except for Zeus, who was . . . well, whatever the next step beyond polyamorous is.
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When they can get them, anyway. At least King Asterion was nice enough to cook it first.
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Thank you! And that was fast!
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According to me (because who else are you gonna get), Budweiser tried and failed (their draft horses were granted asylum), Matchbox succeeded, Taco Bell has name recognition and desire (but a complicated relationship), Disney and McDonald’s made it work, Red Lobster has some franchises as well. Also Nike with their “Air Secretariat” hoof boots and of course Camelbak is popular with the pegasi.
There’s almost always pony art of it, I love the fandom.
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Someone in corporate back in the day had heard the McMealworms so much, he actually figured out the price per pound for mealworms as compared to beef (mealworms are way more expensive).
Gollum likes it raw and wiggling.
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Thank you!
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Whatever it was, it’s not like BK’s team would know the difference (or ask too many questions, given the circumstances).
I have heard some people speculate that certain creatures in Equestria can decide to donate their bodies for food, sort of like donating bodies to science but tastier?
Damn. King Asterion missed an opportunity to acquire a copy of The Most Dangerous Game and set it up as a centerpiece.
Must have been before the Impossible Burger was a thing.
Fun fact but McDonald's works by making most of their money from real estate.
Then the owners of the place also have to run by the rules and use equipment only McDonald allows.
Also for example they make money by making deals with ice machine companies too and they constantly break so repairs are paid by owners of the restaurants, not McDonald
I don't think they would play around and they would just pull out guns.
Also, there is no way they wouldn't hire bodyguards to escort them.
The moment King Asterion would threaten them or his waitresses pulled out weapons, the bodyguards would make themselves more noticeable as a warning and ready to act.
And by bodyguards, I mean the ones that look like the military. Considering what monsters live in Equestria they would be allowed to hire them.
10915617 Feeling the screaming and the struggles is like HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!
(Hisoka would totally get off on it if he was a dragon... you know he would.)
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10915857 Lol, vore blueballed.