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Equestria Invading
Chapter 12
· original author:
nohardfeelings
After a very brief moment of absolute silence, as the ponies stared into the warehouse with looks of utter delight and ecstasy, the lot of them let out a shout that could (and in fact did) sound out for miles around, and charged into the warehouse as rapidly as their limbs could take them.
The air suddenly filled with the sound of tearing cardboard, ripping plastic, and gnashing teeth, and the three fast food workers simply watched in silence as the ponies rapidly tore into the boxes and boxes and boxes inside the warehouse, devouring everything and anything inside that they could get free.
Horace looked to the other two for a single brief moment. "Come on." he said, gesturing towards the truck he was sitting inside. "Come on, let's get out of here."
The two needed no further encouragement as they dashed towards the truck, while Horace himself went about getting the truck started and ready to go...until, that is, he noticed that the red stallion somehow actually had the forethought to take the keys with them.
"They're not here!" Horace said, to the two of them.
"Hotwire it!" Ian said, pulling himself up and alongside Ian. "Hotwire the damn thing!"
"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT!" Horace said. "I don't know shit about wiring cars!"
"Help me check the other cars!" Alissa said. "There's gotta be keys in at least one of them!"
Horace and Ian both leapt down from the truck as quickly as they could, and joined in Alissa in looking through each and every last vehicle, darting through the tightly packed vehicles as quickly as they could manage. It was slow going, an unfortunate side effect of the rather erratic stops most of them had made, as it took a little while for the three to saunter over and under and around the cars as they searched.
"No....no...no....no...no...." Horace said, looking from car to car to car. "No....no...no...no...n--"
"HERE WE GO!" Alissa said, pointing towards a rather homely mini-van towards the rear of the mass of cars.
Horace and Ian ran as rapidly as they could through the cars towards the van, and soon found themselves wedged in back as Alissa gunned the engine.
After a few odd stops as the van maneuvered through the rows of cars around it, the van took off onto the open road and began to speed away from the road, going faster and faster with each moment.
"All right." said Ian. "We just need to drive as quickly as possible. Just go forward as far as we can go, find somewhere to hide, lay low until it's all--"
The whole car suddenly let out a tremendous noise as the car came to a complete and total stop, the three occupants slamming forward in their seats as the car came to a stop.
As their vision cleared after the first moment or two of confusion, the three turned their heads to see what could have possibly been the matter--and saw none other than the red stallion standing outside their car, a single hand keeping the car stuck in place.
"Where are you going?" the red stallion said, looking at the three of them with a gentle smile on his face. Even as startling as it was to see that on the otherwise utterly stoic stallion, it was even more so to see how drastically he had changed in the past few minutes, his already massive body having grown in leaps and bounds, his already tight clothing that much closer to ripping into shreds.
"No where in particular." Ian said. "We, ah....we just figured that you....didn't need us anymore."
"Not quite."
The red stallion began to pull on the mini-van with his one lone and single hand, even as Alissa still continued to try and make the thing zoom away.
"Why do you need us, though?" Horace said, speaking to the red stallion through the open window. "You got all the fast food crap you could hope for, didn't you? There's enough in there for--you didn't eat all of it already, did you?"
"Nope.' the red stallion said, and that was that.
After a few rather uncomfortable minutes, the three found themselves dragged inside of the warehouse, where the army of ponies (all of whom looked significantly fatter than before), a massive pile of torn and shredded cardboard and plastic...and, perhaps most astonishingly of all, a considerably large number of boxes that had not yet been touched.
"Don't try to escape again." the red stallion said, tearing off one of the door and letting the three of them out. "Got it?"
The air suddenly filled with the sound of tearing cardboard, ripping plastic, and gnashing teeth, and the three fast food workers simply watched in silence as the ponies rapidly tore into the boxes and boxes and boxes inside the warehouse, devouring everything and anything inside that they could get free.
Horace looked to the other two for a single brief moment. "Come on." he said, gesturing towards the truck he was sitting inside. "Come on, let's get out of here."
The two needed no further encouragement as they dashed towards the truck, while Horace himself went about getting the truck started and ready to go...until, that is, he noticed that the red stallion somehow actually had the forethought to take the keys with them.
"They're not here!" Horace said, to the two of them.
"Hotwire it!" Ian said, pulling himself up and alongside Ian. "Hotwire the damn thing!"
"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT!" Horace said. "I don't know shit about wiring cars!"
"Help me check the other cars!" Alissa said. "There's gotta be keys in at least one of them!"
Horace and Ian both leapt down from the truck as quickly as they could, and joined in Alissa in looking through each and every last vehicle, darting through the tightly packed vehicles as quickly as they could manage. It was slow going, an unfortunate side effect of the rather erratic stops most of them had made, as it took a little while for the three to saunter over and under and around the cars as they searched.
"No....no...no....no...no...." Horace said, looking from car to car to car. "No....no...no...no...n--"
"HERE WE GO!" Alissa said, pointing towards a rather homely mini-van towards the rear of the mass of cars.
Horace and Ian ran as rapidly as they could through the cars towards the van, and soon found themselves wedged in back as Alissa gunned the engine.
After a few odd stops as the van maneuvered through the rows of cars around it, the van took off onto the open road and began to speed away from the road, going faster and faster with each moment.
"All right." said Ian. "We just need to drive as quickly as possible. Just go forward as far as we can go, find somewhere to hide, lay low until it's all--"
The whole car suddenly let out a tremendous noise as the car came to a complete and total stop, the three occupants slamming forward in their seats as the car came to a stop.
As their vision cleared after the first moment or two of confusion, the three turned their heads to see what could have possibly been the matter--and saw none other than the red stallion standing outside their car, a single hand keeping the car stuck in place.
"Where are you going?" the red stallion said, looking at the three of them with a gentle smile on his face. Even as startling as it was to see that on the otherwise utterly stoic stallion, it was even more so to see how drastically he had changed in the past few minutes, his already massive body having grown in leaps and bounds, his already tight clothing that much closer to ripping into shreds.
"No where in particular." Ian said. "We, ah....we just figured that you....didn't need us anymore."
"Not quite."
The red stallion began to pull on the mini-van with his one lone and single hand, even as Alissa still continued to try and make the thing zoom away.
"Why do you need us, though?" Horace said, speaking to the red stallion through the open window. "You got all the fast food crap you could hope for, didn't you? There's enough in there for--you didn't eat all of it already, did you?"
"Nope.' the red stallion said, and that was that.
After a few rather uncomfortable minutes, the three found themselves dragged inside of the warehouse, where the army of ponies (all of whom looked significantly fatter than before), a massive pile of torn and shredded cardboard and plastic...and, perhaps most astonishingly of all, a considerably large number of boxes that had not yet been touched.
"Don't try to escape again." the red stallion said, tearing off one of the door and letting the three of them out. "Got it?"
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