The job almost seemed to be going too perfect. Nothing was stopping them. He was loading bags of money one after another in the safe vault. This was going to be the best job ever. Once the last of the bags were loaded with cash and hauled to the van, they were home free.

"Oh hi Logan~."

He felt his body tense up as he felt the figure looming over him. Sweat running down the side of his face as he could almost feel the eyes piercing into him. This job just got a whole lot harder.

The lovely (and scary) ponydozer, Shyla, owned by the wonderful  ponyshyla

Commission done by the always talented  quadlinda