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We were on the edge of Balestow, on the edge of the desert, when the sugar started to take hold. I remember turning to my purple maned friend and saying:
 
“I’m feeling a bit twitchy. Maybe you should drive.”
 
Suddenly there was a huge roar all around us and the sky was filled with what looked like a cross between a cocktrice’s nightmare and a manticore’s wet dream, all swooping and screeching at the cart. I heard myself blurt out “Holy Celestia, what are these goddamned animals?”
 
My good friend and unfortunate travel buddy Rarity turned to me asking “Pinkie? Are you alright?”
 
“Yeah yeah,” I mumbled out. “I’m fine. I just think it’s your turn to drive.” No point in mentioning the beasts. Poor filly will see them soon enough.
 
A sudden huff came from my unwilling cohort. “Well stop so I can take over.”
 
It took a second to process her words, followed by a quick jam on the brakes when I realized what she said. “What? Are you insane? We can’t stop here, this is… Well, I don’t know what those things ARE, but this isn’t the country to stop in!”
 
The unicorn just stared me down. “First, if you want me to drive, we’re going to have to switch. I don’t want to do that at speed. Second… You stopped us already.”
 
A quick curious glace at our surroundings told me that yes, I had stopped us. “Oh. You know, I need to get my bearings anyway. Let me check something.” A quick hop out of the seat to let her scoot over, and I strolled to the back of the cart where we had a trunk strapped on to the back.
 
Now last place we stopped for provisions was a little out-of-the-way place that Rand McNeighly wouldn’t even bother to waste ink on. General store was decent and the owner was a nice guy, if not a little paranoid. I mean there’s nothing wrong with a hyperactive pink earth pony bouncing, literally BOUNCING into your shop and demanding every bit of sweets you had in the joint. But like every other money grubbing cog in the machine know as capitalism, he stopped caring and started selling as soon as he seen the bits. And thanks to that we now had a bag of gumballs, seventy-five pounds of M&M’s, five pound bricks of dark chocolate, a liter bottle filled with Pop Rocks and a whole multi-colored gummy galaxy of bears, worms, sharks and octopi. Also a quart of Red Bull, a quart of Monster, a case of Mountain Dew, a pint of raw corn syrup and two bags of pure cane sugar. Not that we needed it for this trip, but once you get into a serious candy habit you have a tendency to see just how far you can take it. And I was taking this to the moon, magical alicorn banishment not needed.
 
The only thing that worried me was the Pop Rocks and Mountain Dew. I’ve seen a cousin of mine take both at once and go pop. Not a ‘Pop! There goes your stomach’ or ‘Pop! Blood and guts everywhere.’ It was more pop like a balloon and he was no longer there. Completely and utterly nonexistent. Let me tell you, it was a very fucked-up thing to see, especially at your own 11th birthday party.
 
… And I couldn’t wait to get into that rotten stuff.
 
“Pinkie?” I peeked around the edge of the truck to see my traveling companion giving me a oddly quizzical look. “You’re not imagining me in a gaudy floral shirt again, are you?” She asked.
 
“Yes! NO! … Maybe?”
 

 
Comment repost of mine from Ponibooru. Based on a rumor that there was supposed to be a Fear and Loathing type scene on a DVD to explain what happened after The Last Roundup. (Hence Pinkie instead of Cheerilee.)

As your Fashionista, I advise you to rent a fast car….

LOL

Foal and Loving in Las Pegas. ^^

Man is this pic awesome

we can’t stop here…this is parasprite country!