The sound of a glass shattering drew attention from turning heads across the whole bar.

“Dash, what is your problem?”

Rainbow Dash slammed her hooves down on the counter next to the fragments of the bottle she had shattered and leaned forward, pressing her nose to the barkeeper before he pulled his head back. His whole face was knotted, while Dash’s was flushed. Her right eye was bruised, and her cheeks looks scuffed in one or two places. Not fresh marks, but there nonetheless.

“You’re my fucking problem. Gimme another whiskey before I have to break another bottle.”

Dash reached for a nearby bottle, but the pony on her other side quickly swept it away. She glared at him, and swayed slightly sideways before jerking herself steady again.

“Are you out of your mind? You’re way past your limit. Get outta here before I have to call the guard.”

“The guard are a bunch of dick-sucking unicorns who couldn’t catch me if I bent over and showed them the goods to get ‘em going. Gimme another whiskey or I’ll jump over there and take it myself.” Dash lurched over the counter and swung her forelegs wildly. In tandem, the two ponies on her sides pulled her back. The momentum of her reaching transferred to wild swings, and only by virtue of her drunkenness did the two ponies avoid her blows, dragging her backwards and throwing her onto the floor of the bar, feet away from the door.

“Out,” the bartender said. “Now. And don’t come back ‘till you’re sober.”

Dash looked up at the ponies in front of her with fire in her eyes. She sized them up, noting that each of the stallions was bigger than her, and probably the barkeep too. Their forelegs looked tense and muscled.

Picking herself up from the floor, Rainbow Dash spat solidly in the direction of the bartender. The glob of her saliva landed on the floor with a soft, wet sound.

“Well fuck you too then. Your loss.” Her words slurred noticeably at the end. Her body swayed as she turned to the door, and it took one or two tries for her to find the door. When she did, she waggled her ass defiantly in the direction of the two stallions, flicking her tail in the air before she walked outside.

The bartender sighed.

“What’s gotten into her?” one of the stallions piped up, taking a seat back at his bar-stool while his companion did the same.

“Yeah, since when does she even come by here? I’ve seen her around town a few times, but I didn’t know she was such a cunt.”

“Just lately,” the bartender said, grabbing a rag and beginning to wipe away the shards of bottle left on the counter. “And only when she gets a few whiskeys in her. Might have to cut her off.”

“She sounded like she was just looking for a fight,” the stallion on the left said.

“Well, she’s certainly going about it the right way then,” the bartender said. He emptied his cloth over the garbage can. The glass tinkled as it hit the bottom of the container.

It was dark. Rainbow Dash held herself up against the back wall of the bar with one hoof while standing on her hind legs. She didn’t bother to look around before she tensed and let a yellow stream flow from between her legs, hissing like an unkinked hose as it sprayed the ground and the corner where the bar’s wall met dirt. She let out as sigh as she relieved herself, shivering slightly as she shook off the last few drops.

“Are you serious? That’s disgusting. Can’t you at least wait until you get back home to do that?”

An unfamiliar voice came from a few feet away, closer to the end of the alley than Dash was. She stood on all fours before turning towards it, shaking a dash of her mane out of her eyes and blinking blearily to clear them.

“Oh, boo hoo. I woulda gone inside, but they kicked me out, so they get to pay the cleaning costs outside. If you’ve got a problem with it, why don’t you ask the guy inside how much of his dick you can suck?”

The voice’s source came closer in steps, padding softly on the ground as it came into the light. A brown earth-pony stallion with a black mane and an unhappy expression. Probably a good half a foot taller than Rainbow Dash. She raised an eyebrow at him as he stepped closer.

“You’ve got a pretty awful attitude,” he said. His voice was far from burly, but he spoke like he was gauging himself, keeping back an unnecessary bluster in the hopes that a simple sternness would be enough. Counter to his measured speech, Dash rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue between her teeth.

“Yeah, so what? Who are you, the attitude police?”

“I happen to be a retired soldier, so you might say that,” the colt said. Dash rolled her eyes again, which the stallion ignored. “And, as such, I happen to have a bit of respect for the city and its property, which you might do well to do as well.”

“Whatever,” Dash said, turning her head with a huffy breath. “I’ll just make sure to piss on the other side next time, in case you’re around.”

The stallion reached out and tapped Dash on the shoulder. The change in reaction was immediate; where an instant ago she had been aloof and unresponsive, Dash snapped to attention, her face immediately hardening as she swivelled her stare back in the earth-pony’s direction.

“Hey,” she said.

“You’re lucky I don’t go track down the guard to tell them you were defacing a public establishment. Get your act together or, next time I see you, I might have more than words with you.”

Dash blew a breath out through her nose and narrowed her eyes.

“Ooh, big guy, I’m so scared. What, are you gonna rub my shoulder again? I’m surprised they let a pussy like you into the army. Did you have to turn your dick inside out to get into the girl’s division, or did you just take it in the ass from enough commanding staff that they let you fill in as the squad cum-receptacle?”

The stallion’s eyes narrowed as Dash’s face broke into a grin. He stepped an inch closer, and Dash did the same, the space between them hotly condensing with less than a hoof spanning between their chests.

“You’d better watch your mouth,” the stallion said. “I’m not the type of pony who’s above hitting a mare.”

“Oh boy, lucky me.” Dash rolled her eyes again and breathed out into the stallion’s face, which he met, unblinking. “Please, you couldn’t knock the frosting off a cupcake. Keep your mouth shut unless you’re licking cock with it, and don’t pretend you’re gonna rough me up when I could make you kiss my ass with one hoof tied behind my back.” Rainbow Dash mimicked the shove she had been given earlier, but with a good deal more gusto, enough to send the stallion in a slight move to the side. He didn’t respond as he straightened his posture, but his eyes became sharper.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “Or I’m gonna make due on that promise from earlier.”

“Go for it,” Dash said, shoving him again. Both their bodies jostled, taking their standoff positions again after a second. Rainbow Dash’s face twisted into a taunting grin. “Come on, be a big boy for once. Rough me up so you can go home and tell your mom you beat up a girl.” Dash shoved the stallion again, and he stepped back for a second, leaving her at foreleg’s length.

“Come on!” Dash said again. She darted forward and shoved at the stallion again. He moved to dodge the blow, but Dash snaked her hoof towards his chest and found him full-force. “What, are you chicken now? Here, I’ll pretend to be a giant dick, you should be used to getting your hooves all over one of those...” Dash shoved at the stallion again, and this time he met with a shove of his own, hitting Rainbow Dash dead-center in the chest and pushing her back. A small breath escaped her lips as she moved backwards, and she wiped a hoof across her face.

“Nice shove, I’m real impressed. Are you gonna man up, or should I just let you drag your vagina somewhere else for the rest of the night?”

“Last warning,” the stallion said, sizing himself up and taking a posture that looked in every way more coordinated than Dash’s uneasy swaggering.

“Well, come on then, cocksleeve. Show me what you’ve got.” Dash shoved the stallion again.

The second her hoof connect with his chest, he swung. Faster than she’d been prepared for. The blow connected with the side of her head in slow-motion, pressing roughly against her jaw and cheek and sending her head in a sharp turn sideways. It took a moment for the momentum to catch up with her, at which point she staggered backwards, immediately raising a hoof to the side of her face, shaking slightly as she massaged the blow.

The stallion held one of his forelegs up with a defiant look in his eye.

After a few seconds, Rainbow Dash lowered her hoof from her face and spit. Only a trickle of red was in her saliva. She smiled at the stallion.

“Not even hard enough to knock a tooth out? What a pussy.”

The stallion charged at her then, and she met him with a similar posture, standing on her hind legs and swinging as he came into reach. But her aim was wide, and the stallion ducked under it, meeting Dash’s chest with a sharp jab. His hoof made a dull thud as it connected with skin and bone, and Rainbow huffed as she stumbled back, wheezing slightly as she attempted to breathe. The stallion didn’t wait—he moved and swung again, and Rainbow Dash half-blocked the blow, the rest of which grazed her cheek and shoved her back again.

A wetness graced Dash’s hoof as she lowered herself to all fours again, breathing heavily. The spot where she’d leaned against the wall.

But, as she tasted the blood in her mouth, she smiled.

She felt wet somewhere else too. That was the stuff.

“Come on,” she said, “is that it? You hit like your arms are sore from clopping off too much dick—”

Before she could finish, a hoof was against her face, a blow on the same side she’d taken her first punch. She stood up as a defense mechanism, trying to adopt a more defensive posture, but her limbs weren’t quick enough to help. The stallion rained blows on her, one in the stomach, two in the side, and one on the shoulder which she barely managed to turn from. Every time his hoof hit her, a small thud ran through her body. As tough as it was to stand under the force of the strikes, her body shivered in excess beyond that, her knees threatening to send her to the ground before she was done. The alcohol in her blood made everything tingle more. She felt hot, and her wings twitched on her back.

“Is... is that all you got?” she asked, huffing and tasting the pooling of red iron in her mouth.

The next blow came faster and harder than any before it. A third time, into the side of her face. This time, she heard it crack. The sound ran through her head, and with it the hard, hot breaking of bone as her jaw crooned in protest. She felt the spray of blood from her cheek over her tongue, and with it, the tiny moving piece of something being knocked loose from her head.

She had time to check with her tongue as the second hoof came, right into her stomach.

She was already cumming as she doubled over. The heavy smash into her gut knocked the wind out of her, as well as a fresh mouthful of blood, and with it her missing tooth, which tumbled on the red-coated ground as it flew from between her lips. The sound she made as she fell was a moan mixed among the low groan of being suddenly deprived of all air. She clutched at her stomach as she doubled up, fell, and shook, barely holding herself up on the ground as her pussy spasmed between her legs.

The stallion stood to her side, panting, but still composed. He stared at Dash as she wheezed, blood dripping thickly from her mouth, and unseen to him, the wetness of her climax dampening between her legs. Her lips felt raw and sensitive. The ache of the punches ran through her, the resonance of a blow so hard there could be nothing after it. She could feel the fervor that had moved through the stallion’s hooves, hauling back and letting go with pure abandon, letting every ounce of himself into a single strike. She could feel it as she closed her eyes, the ringing in her ears and the shiver of her aching jaw. The way her body threatened to collapse into a pool of her own blood, working her towards the residuals of another orgasm. The faint taste of whiskey on her tongue, amidst the extra blood as she had bitten down on it with the final blow, clenching as hard as she could while she came before her final thread of composure was taken from her with a swift slam to the gut.

The stallion didn’t say anything. He turned and walked down the alley, leaving Rainbow Dash on the ground, one hoof still in a puddle of her own piss, the others holding her swaying, aching body, bruised and battered and in the throes of a climax that had come as hard as the hook that had robbed her mouth of its tooth.

She closed her eyes and breathed out, then back in, slowly. After a few seconds, she managed to open her eyes again.

Shivering, she crawled forward and began to look for her tooth in the spray of blood across the dirt.

She had a whole mouthful more, minus the first one she had lost, at least. Tomorrow might be too soon, but after a few more days, everything should be fine.