The engine roared as Alissa held the gs down, and the car shuddered forward just a little bit. As Horace watched through the rear window, the red stallion was slowly, oh so slowly, losing his grip on the car. One finger, tow fingers, three....
And then, just like that, the other earth ponies were on them, grabbing the car by all sides and putting it to a complete stop. The doors were torn out of their hinges, and, before they could even react, Horace, Ian, and Alissa found themselves pulled out of the car and hoisted into the air.
As the red stallion, yellow stallion, and blue mare in the tattered jogging suit began to search the car (that is, tear it down to the very frame with their bare hands), the three coworkers found themselves hung upside down and shaken by their legs, causing their pockets to empty out onto the ground, the three mares doing the search looking over them with expressions of barely concealed frustration.
"They got nothing." the mare holding Horace said, letting him slowly fall to the ground.
"That's not possible." the red stallion said. "You can smell it on them as ell as Ah do."
"We don't have any god damn burgers!" Ian said, grabbing his wallet and cell phone off the ground. "Did you really think that we would be....I don't know, smuggling burgers through your little barrier?"
"We could smell it on you." said the mare who had been holding Alissa, her chubby cheeks tuning red with anger. "And you are employees of Stop N' Burger, right?"
Horace nodded. "Doesn't mean a thing, though. We're just work the counter, that's all."
"Sounds about right." the yellow stallion said.
As Horace and the others pulled themselves to their feet, the earth ponies surrounded them on all sides, close enough that there was maybe a few inches of space between them all.
"What do you want, then?" Alissa said. "What in the hell could we possibly offer you?"
As they stood in the center of the circle, feeling the gaze of so many stallions and mares upon him, Horace began to feel his spine grow cold. Although he had long grown comfortable with the fact that ponies were, on average, noticeably taller than humans were (and wider, once Stop N' Burger started leaving its mark), it was at that particular moment that it really struck him just how big they were. They were massive, really, each and every one taller and broader than any of the three, the sheer amounts of fat on them only making them that much oversized. Even though they might have looked more comical than anything else in some other scenario, with their massive bellies, enormous chests and flanks, their puffy faces, and soft looking arms and legs, it was right then and there that Horace began to truly, utterly, begin to fear them.
The red stallion learned forward until his head was level with theirs, the white shirt he wore creaking and the blue overalls he wore beginning to slowly tear. Although his face was just as plump as any other face present, the expression on his face was absolutely stark, his eyes all but boring into the three.
"You must know where we can get some grub, can't you?" he said, turning to each of them.
"We can't help you." Horace said after a moment or two of indecision. "The only grub we know of--that you're interested in, I mean--is at our original restaurant, and that was emptied out last night."
"And you're not lying to us, then?" the mare in the tattered jogging suit. "Not a single lie."
"None at all."
"Ain't going to do you any favors to lie." the red stallion said.
"We're not lying."
The red stallion stood back up again, his enormous belly sliding back into place as he did so. "If that's the case, then, I suppose that...
And then, just like that, the other earth ponies were on them, grabbing the car by all sides and putting it to a complete stop. The doors were torn out of their hinges, and, before they could even react, Horace, Ian, and Alissa found themselves pulled out of the car and hoisted into the air.
As the red stallion, yellow stallion, and blue mare in the tattered jogging suit began to search the car (that is, tear it down to the very frame with their bare hands), the three coworkers found themselves hung upside down and shaken by their legs, causing their pockets to empty out onto the ground, the three mares doing the search looking over them with expressions of barely concealed frustration.
"They got nothing." the mare holding Horace said, letting him slowly fall to the ground.
"That's not possible." the red stallion said. "You can smell it on them as ell as Ah do."
"We don't have any god damn burgers!" Ian said, grabbing his wallet and cell phone off the ground. "Did you really think that we would be....I don't know, smuggling burgers through your little barrier?"
"We could smell it on you." said the mare who had been holding Alissa, her chubby cheeks tuning red with anger. "And you are employees of Stop N' Burger, right?"
Horace nodded. "Doesn't mean a thing, though. We're just work the counter, that's all."
"Sounds about right." the yellow stallion said.
As Horace and the others pulled themselves to their feet, the earth ponies surrounded them on all sides, close enough that there was maybe a few inches of space between them all.
"What do you want, then?" Alissa said. "What in the hell could we possibly offer you?"
As they stood in the center of the circle, feeling the gaze of so many stallions and mares upon him, Horace began to feel his spine grow cold. Although he had long grown comfortable with the fact that ponies were, on average, noticeably taller than humans were (and wider, once Stop N' Burger started leaving its mark), it was at that particular moment that it really struck him just how big they were. They were massive, really, each and every one taller and broader than any of the three, the sheer amounts of fat on them only making them that much oversized. Even though they might have looked more comical than anything else in some other scenario, with their massive bellies, enormous chests and flanks, their puffy faces, and soft looking arms and legs, it was right then and there that Horace began to truly, utterly, begin to fear them.
The red stallion learned forward until his head was level with theirs, the white shirt he wore creaking and the blue overalls he wore beginning to slowly tear. Although his face was just as plump as any other face present, the expression on his face was absolutely stark, his eyes all but boring into the three.
"You must know where we can get some grub, can't you?" he said, turning to each of them.
"We can't help you." Horace said after a moment or two of indecision. "The only grub we know of--that you're interested in, I mean--is at our original restaurant, and that was emptied out last night."
"And you're not lying to us, then?" the mare in the tattered jogging suit. "Not a single lie."
"None at all."
"Ain't going to do you any favors to lie." the red stallion said.
"We're not lying."
The red stallion stood back up again, his enormous belly sliding back into place as he did so. "If that's the case, then, I suppose that...
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