Equestria Broken :: MLP Fanfiction

Equestria Broken - One : The Theif

This story occasionally uses the Thieves' Cant language. It's not hard to figure out, just replacing words with other words for the sake of being secretive but just for everyone's reference (mine mostly), here is the link: https://www.thievesguild.cc/cant/

Equestria Broken

A fanfiction novel written by GutterRatt1213 (aka RadioactiveRatt)
My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro and was created by Bonnie Zacherie.
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was created by Lauren Faust

One : The Thief

"I mean, please, I am the master thief, son. That's a fact that you might need to sleep on. I'll never let go of my inner klepto, 'cause I've been one ever since the get-go." JT Machinima - Bleeding Secrets

The scent of smoke filled the large room. It hung in the air and mixed with the other lovely fragrances of body odor and alcohol. The haze hung low like a thick fog thanks to all the patrons of the tavern smoking their favorite flavor of tobacco. There were many ponies in the room, some non-ponies, including a table of griffons, a minotaur and four mutants including the bartender. The mutants might have once been a pony or griffon but thanks to the odd season of Chaos turning one limb or another into one that belonged on another creature, they were labeled as such. From the way they were all dressed, it was obvious none of them were high born and they were most likely up to no-good. Everyone present had some kind of weapon on them; at least a blade if not a firearm. Even the waitress carried a cutlass on her belt. Her poofy red mane bouncing as she trotted over to the next table, levitated a drink off the tray that was strapped to her back and set it down on the table in front of her. She was rewarded with a slap to the flank and the stallion was given a sharp smack from the blunt side of her blade.

The bartender looked on warily as he wiped a used mug clean with a rag. He hoped tonight would be a quiet night. He couldn't afford any more repairs on his precious Muck and Buck Tavern, especially after paying his own medical bills from trying to break up the previous brawl. He reached a hoof up to rub at his recently broken antler at the thought and sighed.

There was a low murmur in the building as many of his customers were chatting with each other. A couple people were drunkenly passed out with their faces lying in a pool of their own vomit and a shout of victory accompanied grumbles of frustration as a blue griffon won at a game of cards. The bartender knew many of them well as they came in often and treated him decently enough. He watched an unfamiliar light orange mare step around the serving wench and ask another stallion if they recognized the buck in her picture. They shook their head and she moved on to the next.

The next pony she approached was one who visited often but the bartender stallion didn't know very well. He did, however, know they only ever ordered water and their favorite table was along the far wall, center booth by the window. The pony would sit for a few hours, smoke their cigarettes, sip their water and leave. They never spoke to anypony or asked for anything else, they just sat there.

Though the antlered pony wasn't aware, this pony always came to eavesdrop on the other's conversations and that's exactly what they were doing on this cloudy evening before the mare interrupted them.

"Excuse me," the orange mare said as she showed the stranger her photograph, "have you seen this buck?"

The pony's blue eyes stared at the image for a moment before they shook their head.

"Thanks, sorry to bother you." She said with a sigh and trotted to a table of griffons.

The cloaked pony took a drag of their cigarette as they watched the mare interrogate the winged beasts. Apparently they all knew the buck in the photograph as they each gave a different name to the picture before the serving mare glanced over and gave yet another name. She commented on how he's seen with many mares who look a lot like her. The buck had apparently used the red maned mare too and informed that he ditched every mare once he was done with them. She pointed with her hoof East-ish and gave the name of a hotel in Cloudsdale asking for the mare to give him a good thumping on her behalf. The orange mare suddenly hugged the waitress and caused the remaining two drinks on her tray to fall to the floor with a crash before rushing out the door. One of the sleeping ponies woke to the noise, semi-dried vomit dripping off their face, but nopony moved to help clean up the mess.