Desert garage...

Flim scurried about, scowering some papers together while Flam jammed a suitcase with some basic tropical clothing.

“I can't believe it! I can't believe it! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY LET HIM GO!” Flim wailed in panic, rumors having spread like wild fire about Burdy's pardon due to Celestia's intervening. Flam forced the suitcase shut, the case itself bulging and parts of shirts still sticking out the seams of the case.

Flam grabbed a set of schematics and blueprints, ones for those of various firearms and ammunition types. “We should have never let that woman talk us into this! Why... why... darn it! Darn it all Flim! We messed up. We messed up big this time!” Flam cried out, a deep sense of fear twisting his guts and making his stomach sink.

Flim rolled up some more plans then turned to his brother. “This is all your fault. If you hadn't-” but Flam cut him short.

“MY FAULT! Why... why you were the one that agreed to the meeting with her. If you hadn't even begun to speak to her and-” but this time Flim cut in.

“HA! Hardly. If you had've just contacted Burdy, then he could've taken care of that crazy lady during the meeting and she wouldn't have suspected a thing!” Flim spat and his brother gasped.

“ME, CONTACT HIM! You should have contacted him, it was your idea to begin with!” Flam snapped back.

“MY IDEA! It was yours!” Flim screamed.

“Was not!” Flam countered back.

“Was too!” Flim retorted. The two butted heads briefly before taking wild swings at each other, alas, their hits were feeble and looked more like two children flailing their arms at one another.

“Ahem...” I coughed, gaining their attention. They both went deathly silent, going pale in the face and turning to me, myself still standing in the doorway.

The sun was setting in the horizon now, the last beacons of hazy orange light pouring in through the doorway, casting my shadow across the old, sacked garage's interior. My features were shadowed, and somewhat concealed by a pair of sunglasses that went atop my eye patch.

I had once again dawned the skull shirt and black pants. I took a step forwards and the two gasped, pitifully cowering backwards and dropping all their belongings.

I took another step and they backed themselves into the wall. “Burdy...” Flam gasped and I held up my index finger, twitching it from side to side.

“Ah-ah-ahh... no.” I closed my finger and clenched a fist. “My friends are the only ones who get to call me Burdy,” I stated before pointing to him. “You call me...” I trailed off and pulled the mirror tint aviators from my face. “Derreck.”

The two gasped in fright as they stared upon my scarred face. The cascading orange haze continued to cast my shadow upon them as I took another step forwards, making them cringe in further fear.

Flam dared to speak up. “Ahhh... heh-heh... Derreck, we were just coming to rescue you-” I cut him short in a bout of anger.

“No you weren't Flam! No-you-weren't. You two conniving pricks tried to throw me to the wolves!” I yelled and Flim cried out in response.

“No-no! It's not like that, we swear! Kianna forced us to do what we did!” he tried to plea.

“Horseshit! FUCKING HORSESHIT! That's all horseshit and we all know it. You were never forced to do anything. You deliberately sold me out in favor of someone else and now that I'm on top you're grovelling before me!” I shouted, making them wince. Flam began to say something.

“No-no, Burdy it's-” but I quickly cut him short.

“IT'S DERRECK!” I boomed.

“Der-Derreck! Derreck! It's not like that, we swear!” Flam cried.

“What do I look like to you?” I asked the mustached pony. He had stuttered breath before managing to speak.

“Wh-what?” he asked, terrified beyond belief.

“What... do I look like... to you?” I asked, taking a few more steps forwards.

“W-w-wha-wh-what?” he stammered and I began to lose my patience.

“What country are you from?!”

“What?” he asked back.

“What ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak English in What?” I asked.

“What?” he asked back in total fear.

“ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER. LIKE THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING FROM MY MOUTH... DO-YOU-SPEAK-IT!” I boomed.

“Yes!” Flam wailed in tears.

“Then you know what I'm saying?” He nodded. “Then describe what I look like!” I shouted.

“What?” he gasped again and I drew out the HK MK23, leveling the sights on his head.

“Say what again! SAY-WHAT-AGAIN! I dare you, I DOUBLE DARE YOU MOTHER FUCKER! SAY WHAT ONE MORE GODDESS DAMNED TIME!”

“I-I-I...” Flam looked to me, his eyes tearing up. “You're huge!... Muscular!...”

“Go on...” I encouraged him.

“Prolific... terrifying...” Flam wailed.

“Do I look like a bitch?” I asked and his eyes went wide with confusion from the question.

“What?” he gasped and I shot out a window with the .45ACP pistol, making the two scream in horrified fright.

“DO-I-LOOK... LIKE-A-BITCH?!” I roared.

“NO!” The two screamed in unison.

“Then why'd you try to fuck me like a bitch?” I asked in a more calm tone.

“We never did!” Flam cried.

“Yes you did Flam! YES-YOU-DID! You walced into the court room, bent me over in front of all those ponies, all my friends, and all my family, and tried to fuck me like-a-bitch!” I stepped right into his face and he tried to cower back but was up against the wall, so he and his brother merely cowered down to the floor, curling into a fetal position as they whimpered in fright. Flim actually ended up letting go and pissing himself, a puddle of urine now beneath him.

“No, no we didn't,” Flim whimpered, nearly a whisper.

“Yes you did Flim... yes, you did,” I whispered back. “And I don't like getting fucked by nothing but mares... cause I ain't no ass stabbing faggot... got it?” I asked with a risen brow. They nodded, both whimpering.

“Now, stand up,” I ordered and they both looked to me. “I SAID STAND UP MOTHER FUCKER!” I boomed into their faces and they both scurried to their hooves. “Now... I used to like you... both of you... to the point I might have been a fudge packer for you two. But not anymore... BUT... I'm willing to let you make it up to me,” I told them, their lips quivering with fear.

I led them over to a table and laid out a picture for them. “Back on my world... they called this a Gran Torino, specifically it was a 1974 model, though 1973 to 76 were nearly identical. Not as prolific as the Chevelle SS or Charger, but just as fast... and that's saying something for a car that was so heavy, especially with a 460 big block,” I told them and Flim cut in.

“B-b-but wha... why are you telling us this?” he asked, fearful to say what.

“Because... for you to regain my trust. I want you to build me one. I know that petrol isn't really a resource in this world but I'm sure you two can figure out how to configure a diesel motor for speed... right?” I asked and Flam spoke before his brother could intervene.

“Y-y-yes! Yes of course we can! We can do it. We'll prove to you this was all just a big misunderstanding. We never meant for this to happen,” he stammered and I smiled, patting him on the shoulder as he stood on his hindlegs, front hooves on the table as he observed the photo.

“Well... I gotta fly. Don't try to run... or I will find you... and I will kill you,” I told him and he shook his head.

“We'd never think of it!” Flam stated and I rubbed his shoulder affectionately.

“Of course you wouldn't... you guys love me too much...” I said, my hand slowly stroking down his back, still affectionately rubbing him. As I got lower I noticed his tail start to rise and smirked.

“And I love you just as much,” I stated, giving his flank a loving pat, making his buttocks tighten. My smile quickly turned into a frown of hatred as my fist clenched and with only an inch of space, drove a hard fist into the base of his spine.

Time seemed to slow as Flam's eyes went wide with shock, a spew of saliva coming from his mouth as he gasped in both pain and shock, a CRUNCH emitting from the strike. Flam's hindlegs crumpled beneath him and he crashed to the floor, time returning to normal as he wailed out in pain, his upper body flailing but his lower stationary for the most part.

“My legs! MY LEGS! WHAT IN EQUESTRIA DID YOU DO TO MY LEGS?!” Flam wailed and I merely shrugged as Flim rushed to the aid of his brother.

“Just in case you did think of running...” I said as I went to make my exit, Flim scowling though still very fearful of my presence.

“You're a monster,” he spat, still quivering in fear. I stopped in the doorway, looking to the setting sun in the distance.

“No... I'm a demon... one that roams a world where it doesn't belong.” And with that I made my leave, getting back into Juggernaut and looking to Lassie as I started the truck.

“Well?” she asked and I nodded.

“We reached an agreement. So... feel like seeing my new house?” I asked and she cocked a brow. “Oh... you'll like it...”

The house... or should I call it a manor?... was massive. I didn't bother counting how many bedrooms it had, nor washrooms. It scaled across a wide expanse of cleared land, land that had been mowed down and flattened atop a hilly region in the Everfree. Fresh grass had been laid out to make the yard look especially beautiful, along with a pony-made pond out front with several pony mermaid waterspouts.

The property was fenced off with large brick walls, the only entrance being a huge front gate, with a large custom entrance sign above the gate that read 'Burdick Estate'. Ha, I should've had them name it Parker Estate.

A long driveway, paved of asphalt, connected from the dirt path in the Everfree, all the way to the front of the house. Out back there was a tennis court... a basketball court... a large swimming pool with slide...

Inside was just gorgeous. The front entrance led into more of an atrium, where there was a big upside down U shaped set of stairs that led up to the second floor, in between the two sets of stairs was another one of those Mermare water fountains.

When we had asked the Liotta family for a nice house as our one favor... I hadn't really meant a grand mansion... just a nice little cozy house somewhere... instead they slap a massive estate in the middle of the Everfree on a big hill overlooking the horizon and state they owed us this much, seeing as how we completely erased their rival family.

I wasn't gonna start complaining. In fact, I had something else I needed to do...

A song played on the radio as I rubbed my hands together and smiled. I was in the need of a montage...

I fell forwards, catching myself on the palms of my hands before taking one away and beginning push ups with just one hand.

My body lurched up as I completed my thousandth sit up, my lower abdomen burning in absolute pain yet I pushed past it...

I struggled like never before with the 100lb dumbells. These used to be sport for me, but with Evan slacking and getting old, the body was decrepit and weak... pathetic. My body strained as I forced it to the limit...

The benchpress bar held stationary above my chest as I struggled with the 250lb set of weights, grunting and hissing as I tried for only my tenth rep, gasping as I felt my arms burn in report, lungs wheezing...

Thrusting my fists forwards, I slammed the punching bag relentlessly. However, even so my punches were nothing to what they could be... to what they used to be. The heavy gauntlets around my forearms dripped, soaked with sweat from my body. I went to punch again but slipped and slammed onto my back...

I glided across the room, spinning in a twirl of stroking jump kicks and cartwheeling kicks in graceful motion before slamming the tip of my boot into a plywood cutout of a pony, then yelping as the plywood didn't even budge. I hopped around on one foot, grasping my injured foot painfully...

I struggled just slightly with the 200lb dumbells but nothing serious as I continued to pump iron, starting to become well toned yet again...

The 500lb bench press lay above me but that was no longer good enough. I laid flat and began to do sit ups while holding the bar to my chest...

The 300lb dumbells felt like nothing in my hands as I continued to push beyond the limits of what a human could do, feeling beyond good as I pushed myself even further beyond, onto my five hundredth rep of this single set, the smile across my face dark and sinister...

Pushing my body up with just one hand, I became a blur of motion, smiling as my brows furrowed...

My fists were like a fury of motion, the speed ball nearly held upright as my fists bombarded it with a blinding fury of punches. Suddenly it just erupted, the leather rapping shredded apart and the innards flying about...

I leapt through the air, delivering a powerful flying jump kick into a slab of Ironwood with just my barefoot. The wood splintered apart and felt like but mere matchsticks to me. I let out a loud roar as I spun on my feet and delivered a single, powerful strike to my punching bag, the bag splitting in half and the sand filling all pouring out...

1200lbs stayed stationary above me on the bench press bar as I struggled with it. “Teh... teh...” I grunted as the music continued in the background. “TEHHHH!” I yelled as I tried to force it upwards.

“EVAN!” Lassie gasped, rushing over.

“BACK! STAY BACK!” I yelled and she reluctantly obeyed. “NGAHHHHHH!” I roared out as I began to force it upwards but felt my arms start to give out. “TEH... TEH... TEHAAAAAHHHHHH!” I roared, my arms tensing beyond what I could ever believe as I felt a surge in power.

A red aura coated my arms and a powerful whirlwind surrounded me. The whirlwind blew off my eye patch, revealing my damaged eye which was tinted hellish red with a vertically slanted yellow pupil.

“TEN!” I boomed, thrusting the 1200lb weighted bar straight up. Bringing it back down, I let out another deafening roar before tossing it, the impossibly heavy bar flying at least fifteen feet into the air and sailing another thirty feet across the weight room, smashing down onto the floor with a loud clanging.

I stood up from the bench, wobbling and shaking. Lassie stared at me with widened eyes, fearful for my well being. I staggered forwards and tried to raise my right arm to punch but could barely manage.

I fell to my knees, looking to myself in a mirror, beaten... defeated... hair greying.

“NO!” I roared, standing and throwing a blinding fury of punches that where but a mere blur to the untrained eye. Though yet again I collapsed to the floor, gasping and wheezing as my whole body burned, lungs wheezing.

My hair started to turn light grey. “No... no... NO!” I yelled, clenching my eyes shut and tensing my whole body as I was coated in the same hellish red aura as before. It soon faded and I looked to the mirror once more, my body once again appearing as though I was but forty, with still dark brown hair.

“EVAN!” Lassie wailed as she rushed to my side.

“Don't!” I gasped but she still none the less persisted, shoving a box of tissues my way.

“You're bleeding,” she told me and it was only then I realized I had a gushing nose bleed that had created a small pool of blood beneath me... perhaps why I was feeling light headed.

I smiled and took a tissue, stuffing it in my bleeding nostril. “Evan-” but I cut her short.

“Derreck! Evan was weak... just a pitiful old man. I... am Derreck Parker... the very best... at least I used to be... but soon, I will once again reclaim my throne!” I stated.

“Eva... Derreck, whoever you are! Relax. You've pushed your body passed it's limits and it's breaking down. Give yourself a rest, you need it... please!” she pleaded with me and I sighed, my stomach grumbling.

“I guess... I could use some fruits... a salad... maybe a sandwich... but then I'll need to get back to training.” I stood up to my full height then winced. “Guess I'll need to take these off,” I stated, pulling off the weighted head wrap and tossing it aside, dropping my weight by twenty pounds.

Taking off the gauntlets I dropped another hundred, each gauntlet being fifty pounds. The ankle weights were next, each one another fifty pounds. Then came my weighted belt, which was in excess of a hundred pounds.

Last but not least was my black gi, which weighed in another excessive hundred pounds, having been woven of a specially dense fabric that made it unbearably difficult to anypony that may try to wear it for training purposes. Just wearing it would be a workout.

I was left in my underwear but soon dawned my Punisher getup and proceeded to the kitchen. As we walked along the several hallways of the manor, we bumped into three playing puppies that rolled around.

“I thought they were in their pen,” I said, addressing her puppies that she had given birth a few weeks pior.

“Ahhh... sorry I-” but she was cut off by a voice that left my mouth without my command.

“Nah, it's alright. Let them play,” Evan's voice spoke. “Time with family is priceless... and besides, they look happy.”

I grunted. “Fine, but I'm not cleaning the hallways of dog piss,” I grumbled and Lassie just chuckled.

“Doesn't Alfred usually clean it?” she asked, addressing our butler, only making me chuckle more.

We made our way down to the kitchen and I started to make myself something to eat. “Lassie... my friend... what would you like to eat?” I asked as I made a healthy salad and some sliced melon.

“I'll hafph wha yer halphing,” she said, my brow perking as I turned to look at her, only to chuckle as I saw her stuffing her mouth with cookies.

“So be it,” I said, making two of everything. Everything seemed to go quiet and I heard Lassie's jar of cookies hit the floor. Turning to her, I saw her pale face. Before I knew what was happening, a pair of dark hooves had wrapped themselves around my waist and a pair of soft wet lips had pressed against my cheek.

I turned slightly and our lips met. Leaning back, I looked into her beautiful crystal blue eyes. “My princess,” I said with a deep loving smile to which she returned before Lassie butted in.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, WOAH!” She gasped. “Hold on... time out... Is she... she's... Nightmare Moon?!” She gasped and I nodded. “B-b-but I thought you defeated her... I thought you said-” I cut her short.

“I did defeat her... but the ending I left quite vague...”

Months ago...

With teary eyes, she looked to me. “Besides, in the short time we've spent together, I've lived a lifetime's worth. And for that I thank you. But it's time...”

She held the gun in her magical grip and pressed the barrel to her forehead, my hand on the pearl grips of the massive firearm. Her magical grip let go and I stood there, pistol locked on her head as time moved on, wind blowing in the background, wisping up dry leaves.

My finger moved into the trigger guard and finger pressed gently against the trigger itself. Her eyes clenched shut, tears dripping from them. My face twitched and I squeezed the trigger, the gunshot like a crack of thunder, followed by a gasp.

The gasp however was not from me, but from her as her eyes shot wide open. She blinked, then patted her body in confusion before noticing the crater of dirt beside her. “Wha...what?” she asked in confusion as I holstered Belladonna and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up to my level.

“This night... this beautiful night, is the night you are reborn. Here, now, tonight... beneath your beautiful full moon. This is the night it is all rewritten. We are both outcasts of society. Meant not to be... If you take my hand, I'll take your hoof and we'll guide each other through this world... through the shadows of society and culture... do you take my hand?” I asked, holding it out for her.

She placed her bare hoof in my hand and I closed my fingers around it. “I do,” she replied before we pressed our bodies together and embraced in a passionate kiss...

Present day...

Lassie blinked in complete shock. “WHAT?! REALLY?!” She gasped and I nodded. “No way... so like... THE Nightmare Moon... is living with us?!” she gasped but Moon shook her head.

“Not quite. For the past few months I have been roaming the world. Trying to find out who I am. Without Luna, I am no longer just a second... I am... well, that's what I have been trying to figure out. What am I if Luna and I are now two completely separate entities?” she asked and Lassie shook her head.

“Woah dude... that's intense,” she stated. I nodded but before I could speak, Alfred, our butler, arrived.

“Master Parker... there appears to be several... oh, how should I put it... things, outside. They said you invited them,” he stated and I blinked.

“Oh snap! It's Saturday isn't it?!” I gasped and he looked to me with that everlasting look disapproval. I looked to my F&F watch and realized it was indeed Saturday... the first day of November in fact.

“Yeah, Alfred. Those are my friends. Mind letting them in?” I asked and he again looked to me with that unimpressed look.

“The dragon one let himself in...” he stated before trotting away, leaving me kinda confused but quickly forgot about it as Discord walced in.

“Derreck, ol' chum ol' buddy!” he greeted and the two of us clapped hands/claws together and performed a wild secret handshake before embracing in a hug.

“Discord! Man, how yah been?!” I asked and he shrugged.

“Quite well actually. And I met your other friend on the way. You were really going to have her tread the Everfree by herself?” he asked and another voice piped up.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie can manage by herself. The Everfree forest is not a difficult obstacle for Trixie to overcome.” I looked to the side to see the magician mare in her usual getup and just chuckled.

“Nice house though, huh?” I asked and her jaw nearly dropped.

“House? HOUSE? Trixie's home is a house. This is an entire estate! WHY... How did you ever afford such a property?!” she gasped and I just shrugged.

“Yah know... but uhh... if yah want you can totally just chill here if you want. I wouldn't mind. Place has got like thirty some-” but I was cut off by Discord as he squealed in delight.

“A pool!” he squealed like a little filly as he rushed towards the kitchen doorway that led out to the back deck. In his hurry however, he didn't realize there was a sliding glass door, and thumped into it head first, knocking him back and onto his ass.

“Wha... well that wasn't there a minute ago...” Discord commented before sliding open the door and rushing out, leaping into the pool.

“It's cold!” I called out, just a second later Discord resurfaced, screaming bloody murder.

“IT'S FREEZING!” He gasped, flying out of the water. “WHY IS IT SO COLD?!” He gasped as the rest of us walked out.

“Murrr... Ah dunno... maybe cause it's November?” I replied and he scoffed.

“Well this simply won't do!” he said just before he levitated himself up into the air, the water glowing in a magical tint. “Right... should be the perfect temperature now!” he stated. “Hey Trixie, watch this!” He said, letting himself drop as he tried to perform a dive but ended up just belly flopping into the water with a loud SLAP!

I cringed from the belly flop but he seemed to resurface without much notice. “It's perfect!” he stated.

“So this is the glorious estate you've written to me so much about,” came yet another voice, taking all our attention to the changeling queen.

“CHRYSIE!” I called out joyfully as I took the changeling queen into a hug, twirling her around before setting her back down. “How yah doin?” I asked.

“Quite well in fact. My hive may be separated but they have all found a new social order among themselves in a new land they will hopefully soon call home,” she stated and smirked. “But alas... not even my old hive was this glorious... you have done well for yourself,” she said but Lassie finally interjected.

“OKAY, TIME OUT... Hold the phone... what in Celestia's name is going on here?!” she gasped. “You've got Nightmare Moon... you're... I dunno. You've got the reformed god of chaos playing in your pool... you've got the queen of the changelings... and on top of that they're all chillin' in your new clubhouse? What is this, the house of villains?” she asked and Trixie spoke up.

“BAH! The Great and Powerful Trixie is not a villain!” she chimed and I just shrugged.

“Lassie, no one here is really bad. Yeah we've all had sketchy pasts but hey, we're putting all that behind us and relaxing because... the water is warm,” I said , picking her up in my arms and rushing for the pool.

“HEY, NONONONONO!” Lassie screamed as we reached the pool and I leapt in, clothes and all. Resurfacing, Lassie screamed at the top of her lungs in shock of the water. “YOU BOZO, IT'S... Oh hey, Discord you're right... the water's a perfect temperature now... good job on that,” she stated, splashing around a bit in the massive pool.

I waved to the others. “Come on guys, water's nice. Promise,” I stated. Nightmare was the first to leap in, launching herself gracefully into the water. Trixie walked over to the edge of the pool, dipping the tip of her hoof in the water to test the temperature. But little did she know, Discord was lurking below, pouncing up through the surface of the water and pulling her down, soaking her clothing along with the rest of her.

“BWAHHHH! HEY!” She gasped, the former god of chaos just laughing to himself. “Why you, I'll get you for that!” she squealed, thrashing through the water in an attempt to tackle him.

“YIPPEE!” Chrysie cried out, leaping into the pool in a cannonball form, creating a medicore splash. Soon enough we were all splashing water at each other. My mind, split with Evan's, envisioned his presence here, though in more of a spiritual form, having a merry time with the others.

I smiled but suddenly gasped as a group of seven puppies leapt into the pool as well, all yipping and barking as they swam about. Chrysie's eyes went wide. “Are those... are they...” she asked in a hushed tone and Lassie nodded.

“Yeah. Max was the father,” she stated and Chrysie very gingerly picked one up. The puppy looked like a perfect 50/50 mix of golden retriever and English Rough Collie. The puppy yipped then began to lick Chrysalis's face. She giggled and nearly broke into tears from the sign of affection... memories resurfaced in my mind, of the first time we had met... and how she got her first puppy, rest his soul.

The others, even myself, began to play with the pups. Soon after it became darker out and the pups grew tired, leaving the scene and wandering back into the manor. “Heh-heh... pups, huh?” I said to the others whom also began to settle.

“Master Parker...” came a voice and I turned to see Alfred. “Miss Lassie's pups have escaped their pen again... and treaded water all through your home...” he trailed off with a risen brow. “I do believe we should sell them soon,” he said, getting a gasp from Lassie.

“Ahhh, come on Alfred... it's not 'that' bad,” I stated and he huffed. He went to turn but in shock found that Lassie had left the pool and was now standing between him and the sliding door.

“I'll show you why they like the water so much!” she giggled before charging the old stallion and gently tackling him into the warm water.

He rose up with a gasp, paddling about. “WHY I... I CAN'T BELIEVE... UGH... when the Liotta family assigned me to this duty, I had no idea how difficult it would be,” he grumbled.

“Oh come on Alfy... it's not that bad. Relax every now and then,” I said before splashing him with some water but he stayed true with that unimpressed look as he left the pool, his tailored suit dripping and soaked right through.

“Man... what a buzzkill...” Lassie muttered as she paddled over to the shallow end. We all settled and began to relax. “What's his deal anyway? Does he really always act like that?” she asked and I shrugged.

“Yeah... but I guess the butler life doesn't allow for fun and play,” I remarked but only just before a gallon of icy cold water splashed down on me. I yelped out and my yelp was followed by Lassie's as she was hosed with a soaker water gun, filled with icy water as well.

“I'll show you who's the buzzkill!” giggled the old stallion, now in swimtrunks as he rushed forwards and leapt into the pool. “COWABUNGA!” He called out as he splashed into the water, paddling around delightfully.

He soon resided with the rest of us, sighing contently as we all relaxed and began telling stories of our earlier days. We all had some pretty good ones... some of Alfred's were pretty dark, talking about how he'd have to clean Mr. Leone's 'yard trimmings' and dispose of them.

“Well... I'm pruning,” I stated, getting up and leaving the pool.

Alfred also got out. “Indeed. I will need to clean up the mess the puppies made,” he stated. The others also got out.

“So what next?” Chrysie asked and Lassie spoke up.

“Poker!” she chimed and I rose a brow.

“Poker?” I asked and she nodded.

“Yeah... 'cept... uhh, strip poker,” she commented and I just scoffed out a laugh. “No seriously! You've got money to blow out your ass these days so poker to you is just a game... the real gambling comes from the loss of clothes in front of others... come on, it'd be fun!” she pleaded and Alfred just groaned.

“Ahem... the ideals of playing poker while stripping is an immature one. I'll be cleaning your residence,” he stated.

Discord spoke up. “I'm in,” he stated, transforming into a maid dress and Lassie then spoke up.

“Ooh-ooh-oooh, do me, do me! I wanna be dressed like a cheap hooker!” Discord clapped his claws and Lassie was dressed in high heels, fish net stockings, a mini skirt and a sleezy top with dark markup and eye liner. “Oh yeah!” she said.

“Fine... The Great and Powerful Trixie will play as well. She looks forward to seeing you all naked before her,” Trixie boasted. I rolled my eyes. For someone whom had been sexually abused by her brother she seemed pretty enthusiastic to do this.

“If I get a librarian outfit, I'll play,” Chrysalis stated. Discord was quick to transform her into a slutty looking librarian, with the pants squeezing tight to her curves. They looked to me and I shrugged.

“I guess,” I said, our group proceeding inside to the dining room and clearing a space on the table.

“Alright,” Lassie said, shuffling the cards. “One deck, fifty two cards... house rules,” she explained the rules and it was pretty simple. Essentially it was Texas Hold 'Em but without the constant betting. The only real form of betting was which article of clothing was to be removed, with more revealing clothing being worth more as one could up the ante by betting their undies or a similar garment.

Compared to actual poker, it went by relatively quickly. I soon found myself without boots, socks and my undershirt, still keeping my duster since Chrysie had won against me when she put ante with her bra and I had lost to her.

Pouring myself some hard apple cider, which Lassie had cracked open at the beginning of the game, I sipped on the heavy beverage. The others had all been variously affected by the liquor, both dependent on quantity they had indulged and their own resistance to intoxication, myself being greatly higher due to my healing factor's high resistance to alcohol's effect on my body.

Discord and Nightmare were just behind me, their godly forms allowing their body to take in more alcohol without too much effect. Chrysalis was somewhere in the middle, whereas Lassie and Trixie were just slammed.

I had folded early in the match, not having a very powerful hand to begin with. Lassie tossed her cards to the table. “Fold...” she muttered, making Discord snicker. It was just him and Trixie now.

He put down the final community card and the showdown began. Trixie set down her two hole cards, being a four and a seven, which matched the four and seven community cards. “HA! THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE-” But she cut herself short when Discord played out a set of kings, a third king being in the community cards.

“Three of a kind,” Discord slurred. “Now... let's see that pretty little flank...” he murmered and she blushed heavily, regretfully removing her cape. Discord, in his drunken stupor, groped her bottom, making Trixie squeal in shock.

“Whash you think yer doin'?” she gasped, drunk as ever.

“Yer sexy,” Discord replied back and the two stared each other down, Trixie at first glaring at him but they suddenly just pressed their lips together and began to make out in a hot fiery passion.

The two fell to the floor, struggling in the drunken state to get their hindering clothes off. “HEY-HEY-HEY!” I called to them. “There's like thirty other rooms. Go do that somewhere else,” I told them. The duo staggered off and Lassie began to reshuffle the deck then tossed us each two hole cards.

“Alright, ante up,” she stated and before I could react, Chrysie realigned herself in her chair in a way that was most presenting and flung her panties at me like a slingshot. The panties, slick with her pussy juices, slid down my face as I kept a somewhat unimpressed face but alas rose my brow.

“I'm in,” Lassie said, tossing her own set of panties into the pot as well. Nightmare however, having no undergarments on her usual attire, simply put all four of her boots on the table instead.

Lassie rubbed her paws together and licked her chops. “Alrighty then, Mr. Ultimate badass... let's see 'em!” she said enthusiastically.

“What if I decide to fold?” I asked, not bothering to look at my cards as of yet.

“AWWWW, don't be a buzzkill. Take it off!” she cheered.

I rolled my eyes, slowly standing up and deciding to let her indulge as I slowly slid down my pants to access my underwear. Her and Chrysalis, both intoxicated as ever, watched in great fascination.

Turning around, I slowly slid down my undies, giving them a fine view of my toned ass as I slowly slid off my underwear. “Oh man...” Lassie's speech was slurred. “I'd totally let myself get fucked by that.” She hiccuped and I just laughed.

“You wish,” I replied in an Arnie tone and went to sling shot it at Lassie but it ended up slapping Nightmare in the face, who nearly jumped back in shock, blushing deeply even through her dark fur. I had a raging hard on at this point, which I did nothing to conceal as I sat back down.

“Alright... divy up,” I said and Lassie went to deal but then swore to herself as she looked to the clock.

“Crap... I gotta feed the pups and put 'em to bed... drat, and just when things were getting inter-” she was cut off by shrewd moans coming from right above us.

“Oh goddess YES! My great and powerful pussy has been penetrated by chaotic cock!” Trixie screamed in ecstasy and I merely groaned. Of the thirty some rooms in the mansion... they of course chose the room directly above our poker game to buck.

Lassie looked up. “You know... for a sexually abused rape victim... she sounds pretty kinky in bed... alas, I gotta go tend to my pups,” she said, standing up with a rather loud belch.

“Oh, can I come too? I really do love those adorable little fuzzballs,” Chrysie chimed and Lassie nodded, the two of them staggering off. I slipped my undies back on and turned to Nightmare.

“Just the two of us, hmm?” I asked as she shuffled the deck. Getting dressed I took note of how she had removed/lost a lot of her clothing during the game but had always refrained from removing her helmet. She dealt us out both two hole cards and spoke.

“Alright, I dealt, you make ante,” she stated and I placed my cowboy hat in the pot.

“Headwear,” I stated and she gulped. “Ante up. Or do you fold?”

“I... I'll remove it when I lose,” she said and I perked a brow. “I... it's just... I feel naked without it,” she mentioned and I nodded.

“I know... but that's when you're the cutest,” I stated, making her blush even more.

“Mr. Parker... I think you've had too much to drink,” she said but I shook my head.

“Nah... nah I've had just enough... you know, Evan used to play chess with Derpy and I'd always make him play as your side just so I could admire your statuette piece. Even when he lost I wouldn't let him knock you over... I'd get him to read about you because... I thought you were interesting... yet I never got to see you without a helmet in all the time of researching you... I was so intrigued though I thought I may never get my chance... and then Luna tried to invade my dreams and I knew... if I induced her into the war torn memories of WWII... she'd be bewildered... scared... angry... and you'd return once more and I'd finally get my chance,” I told her and she gasped.

“Are you saying that... that when Luna roamed your dreams that you induced the two of you into coma and put her through that war just to... to see if she might once again transform into me?” she gasped and I nodded.

“I wanted to see your pretty face without a helmet,” I commented and she blinked.

“That's a horrible, terrible thing to-” I cut her short.

“She invaded my dreams, my mind... without my consent. I don't believe I need her consent in return,” I stated and she bit her lip.

“You've already seen me once without my helmet,” she stated and again I nodded.

“And you were the most beautiful pony I have ever laid my eyes upon... so I want to see it again... naturally,” I stated, making her cheeks nearly pure red.

“A-al-alright... but just once, since it's just you and me,” she said, slowly removing her helmet and setting it on the table, letting her wonderful mane run freely. She was so beautiful without the helmet, her facial features an untouched beauty.

“Okay... deal,” I said and she began to lay out card after card of the community cards. First was a two of diamonds. Next was a ten of spades. Third came an ace of hearts. Next was the queen of spades and finally the ace of spades.

“I'll tell you what Mr. Parker... since you had me remove my helmet and make me feel naked and bare... I'm willing to go all in... only if you are,” she said in a cocky and all too confident voice. She looked to me and I nodded. The two of us quickly undressed and tossed all our clothes into a clumped heap.

“Alright I-” I began but she was quick to claim her victory as she slammed down her two hole cards, one being the ace of diamonds, the other being the ace of clubs.

“Four of a kind! ACES!” she said triumphantly, leaning in to grab her helmet but I put a hand over it, pushing aside three of the aces and the two of diamonds then placing down my jack of spades and king of spades. Her eyes went wide as she looked down.

“Royal flush... sweet cheeks,” I said, leaning in and pressing my mouth to her muzzle. She nearly leapt back.

“I've... we've had too much to drink,” she stated nervously. I stepped forwards, completely nude and a raging hard on.

“Nightmare... from the day I first read about you... first heard about you... I've loved you. I-” she cut me off.

“I can not Derreck. My... I can only love those who can defeat me-” she cut herself off by running away. I cocked a brow. Well... that's stupid. Why would she only love someone who could defeat her, and besides, I already defeated her once. I slipped all my clothes back on and wandered down the hallways, sniffing out her scent and finally finding her in the large gymnasium, also where I had my workout equipment.

“Moon,” I began, seeing her crying.

“You used to be powerful. One of such greatness. But now your powers are faded and but a shell of your former self. I'm sorry Derreck, but I cannot allow you to couple with me,” she wept and I was taken aback by the sudden implementation of sex.

“What?!” I gasped and she stood tall.

“I have kept my virginity, for over millennium. I have waited for the perfect mate. Somepony whose power can rival or exceed my own. One whom I'd mother his children. One whose foals would genomically inherit his prowess, as well as my own. When we did battle, all those months ago, your power was absolute. A power which has never been explored. But now Derreck... I just don't-” but I cut her short, stepping forwards in a powerful way.

“If you think age has slowed me any... than you'll be just as surprised as you were when we first did battle... and if you can only love a conqueror... then prepare to be conquered,” I stated boldly, drawing out the Shadow Blade, itself seeming to somehow just materialize from nothing.

Nightmare drew out a blade of her own and stood in a fighting stance. I clenched the unwieldly sword in both hands and tensed, my body growing slightly as my muscles expanded even further than before, veins starting to bulge.

“HAHHHHHHHHH!” I roared out, my body coated with a red flaming aura and a powerful flashing whirlwind surrounding me.

Nightmare smirked as I simmered my power. “Are you ready... to witness a power not seen for generations?” I asked. At blinding speeds, I zoomed forwards, my eye patch fluttering off from the wind resistance. Our swords, a mere flash of motion, clashed together, the impact forcing us to cock back and swing at each other again, Nightmare swinging first and trying to strike low. I blocked her strike and we both clashed our blades, again up high, but held the connection.

I pushed her blade aside and moved in, just inches away from each other. Our eyes met and she looked deep into my damaged eye that glowed red. “I can see... age has not deterred you one bit...” she trailed off and both our eyes clothes as we leaned in and embraced in a passionate kiss, releasing the grip we had on our weapons and letting them clash down to the ground.

We moved against each other as she stripped the clothes from my body. My body's aura started to fade but just before I let my magic slip away, I teleported us to my master's bedroom, laying her down upon my bed.

“Derreck,” she whispered and I silenced her, bringing my lips to hers. As I pulled back she finished her statement. “You are a worthy mate. Now take what is rightfully yours. Claim my innocence and deflower me upon this bed. Fertilize my soil with your seed and-” I cut her off, pressing my lips to hers yet again.

As much as I loved her, that old medieval style sex talk was gonna kill my vibe. My burly arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight. I aligned myself without the use of hands, hooves or magic, finding her wet puffy entrance and brushing my erect shaft up against it.

She gasped and moaned into my mouth as our tongues began to wrestle. I felt a surge throughout my body, an instinctual drive. One that suddenly made me want to just rut her... to drive myself deep into her and just... breed her?

I brushed it off and started to tease her, prodding my erect shaft against her blessedly tight entrance. Her puffy lips spread apart against the head of my cock, coating it with her slick juices. She bucked her hips towards me, so needy... so horny. She had been depraved of this sacred act for over millennia... and I wasn't going to deprave her of it much longer.

My hips began to push further, each time nudging just a millimeter further than before, pushing myself into her unclaimed depths, making her gasp in pure blissful ecstasy as she almost agonizingly anticipated the penetration.

She pulled back from the kiss. “Penetrate me Derreck Parker. Don't be gentle. You have earned my virg-” I cut her off, thrusting my thick cock deep into her virgin snatch. She yelped out in a mix of shock, pain and pleasure, all mixed into one as for the first time she was penetrated, having waited all these years for somepony... someone, who was worthy.

The red fluid of her innocence bled out onto my silky white bed sheets, staining it with proof. I started slow, letting her become accustomed to the intrusive member that caused her slight discomfort but a growing pleasure of which she had never known.

“Oh my... Derreck I... I think... I feel-” I cut her off, my mouth to hers once again, our hips pushing together as I embraced her with the most sacred, most beautiful act one could embrace upon another.

Her moans became more powerful and within just moments I felt her snatch tightening immensely against my shaft. I stopped, pressing it in as deep as I could and letting her soft cooch squeeze me for everything it was worth, Nightmare moaning all the while.

Her love hole finally stopped it's relentless milking, yet still twitched every so often as our lips parted. “Derreck... I just... I just-” I put a finger to her lips.

“I know. And it was beautiful,” I said, her eyes gleaming as she looked into mine. I began to thrust my hips again, he moans skyrocketing as I plundered her depths, finding all her sweet spots which I'd tease on a constant basis.

The whole while she came multiple times, each time seemingly sexier than the last, and each one making me hornier and hornier, my lust to breed her growing. I felt myself stiffening, my climax growing ever closer. Her slick depths slurped against my rod, seeming to pull me in every time I tried to pull back. I felt a tingling in the base of my testicles, erupting all the way up through my shaft and my eyes went wide.

“Nightmare I-” she pulled me into a kiss, her hindlegs wrapping tightly around my back as she pulled me in tight, not letting me pull out even an inch as her twat clenched down, the thrust forwards against the resistance of her tightened hole sending me over the edge.

My whole body lurched into hers, my rod surging as I poured my essence inside of her, cum plastering her pink inner walls white and flooding her womb, soon flooding back out and drooling down the crevice between her perfectly molded flank cheeks.

We stayed immobile for several minutes, just staring into each other's eyes as I lay atop of her, still twitching as dribbles of cum continued to leave my cock while her twitching twat milked me. “Derreck. I will mother your children. I will groom them to be great warriors, just like their father,” she told me. I wasn't sure what was so sexy about hearing her say that but I ended up twirling her around, holding her rump up high and taking a brief look to her hole which twitched and leaked out my seed.

“But until then...” I trailed off as I slid my still erect cock back inside of her, making her squeal.

“Sloppy seconds?” she asked.

“No, just extra lubrication,” I told her as I began to thrust into her hole, herself pushing back against my lap with each thrust, meeting me in perfect unison. “Mmm... such a perfect little pussy,” I stated, thumping her as hard as I could, making her squeal louder and louder with her thrust. I gave her a gentle swat right to the flank, right on her cutie mark and making her squeal even louder.

With the new position I could feel her clitoris twitch every now and then, rubbing itself again the base of my cock as I rammed her. "Ahh... the wink..." I held her tight and continued to hump her like a horny mutt fucking his bitch in heat.

“Who's your daddy?” I asked, swatting her on the flank again.

“You are... oh, yes! Buck me harder,” she squealed. I gave her another swat, making her inner walls clasp down around my shaft, causing even more pleasurable resistance. I could feel every muscle, every ripple inside of her magnificent, warm, velvety cooch.

“Oh goddess yes, Nightmare,” I hissed and she could feel me getting close yet again. She flexed her rear end, causing her already tight hole to become even tighter, crashing me over the edge as she pushed her hips into me.

“Yes, cum inside of me. Dump your load into my vagina and seed me,” she wailed, still hell bent on getting knocked up. Whichever, it was sexy as hell. I had my second cumming, dumping another fertile load into her depths, driving myself in deep as I blew my load.

Exhausted, I fell back, my cock plopping out of her and letting even more seed pour out of her hole which twitched, trying to clasp shut and keep all the seed inside but failed to do so. I lay on my back but saw that Nightmare was crawling towards me, a burning desire still deep in her eyes.

Cum continued to pour out of her, leaking all over my bed and eventually onto my lap as she perched herself atop of me. “Nightmare...” I said in a whispered voice, my mind lost in ecstasy as I imagined that tight cunt of hers once again wrapped around my cock which was still hard like a diamond.

She didn't bother on formalities and simply plunged herself down on my cock, impaling herself on my rod. I felt her walls already clasping down on me as she gyrated her hips against my lap, riding herself to a quick orgasm. I went to speak.

“That was fast-” she cut me off, putting her lips to mine and forcing her tongue deep down my throat and nearly choking me... but even so, it was highly erotic. Having her shove her tongue down my throat like this... dominating me... I wouldn't mind from time to time.

Even through her orgasmic high, she managed to keep a smooth rhythm and drive herself to several more orgasms as we rutted in the same position for over an hour and a half, going well into early morning.

Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon I felt myself start to tense. “Oh wow... Nightmare...” I gasped and she began to thrust harder this time around.

“I want us to... do it together this time,” she cried out through a moan of pleasure. I couldn't help but agree. That would be wonderful. We found our rhythm and stuck to it, both our pleasures rising at a similar speed.

“Derreck!” she cried out, the sun peaking up over the distance and shining it's cascading gaze over us.

“NIGHTMARE!” I pulled her hips down on mine just as I blew my load inside of her, while at the same time her orgasmic high shattered all her thoughts, blasting her into a blissful plateau of which she didn't quite recover from and collapsed atop of me.

I waited for a moment but soon heard the cute sounds of her gently dozing away.

I sighed and figured perhaps I should get some rest as well. Pulling both our bodies up onto the bed, and away from the wet spot, I snuggled into her and dozed off...

I awoke to the feeling of Nightmare's muzzle pressing up against my neck as she licked me and gave me ginger kisses. “Morning... beautiful,” I whispered and she merely leaned up over me and gave me a kiss.

“You used to be a legend... feared by your enemies and revered by those you fought alongside. Your powers were unrivaled by anything. You were the greatest sole power to ever exist... and your friend Evan washed it all away. You've become but a myth now. Others believing it was just Equestrian propaganda that they had a warrior of unmatched talent. One of sheer greatness that was so immense not even an army could deter him... I wish for you to go once more, become that greatness you once were. I can see it in your eyes, the power still resides inside of you,” she stated.

“Are you coming with?” I asked and she shook her head.

“I have found my place, here, with you. I will wait for you to return and watch over the manor, and surrounding areas. To have the legend come back to life, you'll need to do this on your own.” She gave me a nod.

“So what... just go... do stuff?” I asked and she again nodded.

“Spread your influence once more. Become the legend, and reveal the myths to be true... and if you are to meet another mare, just remember there is a difference between love and sex. Spread you influence not only through violence,” she told me.

“Are you saying to bang the shit outta random mares?” I asked. “Like, polygamous lifestyle?” I asked.

“I said to spread your influence. But always remember to have your heart lay with me,” she stated. I perked a brow.

“Now go... let the legend of Derreck Parker be reborn!”

It was late November now. As I looked out the window of the train car I smirked. “Looks like winter's late... again,” I muttered to myself as I watched the empty fields pass by.

A waiter came by with a little trolly cart. “Can I get you anything?” the zebra mare asked. I perked a brow.

“Depends... define anything... I have a wide variety of tastes,” I stated and she twitched her lip.

“Well, we do have some exotic fruits, straight from Zebrafrica,” she informed me and I nodded.

“Zebrafrica huh? I've been there before. Nice place. I really like the expanse of nature...”

Rebel fighters charged at me with primitive weapons and I slew them down with my AKM, heavy 7.62mm slugs chewing the rebels down in a horrible massacre, one which they originally started against the tribes of the areas.

More surrounded me from all directions, spears pointed my way. With a fresh magazine in hand, I slapped the old one out and fed my automatic rifle a fresh mag, the spun on the tip of one foot, triggering the rifle as I spun and chewed down all the combatants.

A rhino charged forwards, being rode by a pony whom wielded a wooden shield and spear.

The spiritual embodiment of Evan appeared beside me, gripping his Desert Eagle. I held his massive cannon in my right, my HK MK23 in my left and pumped the baddie. Evan's heavy hitter smoked the rhino a few times in the head and took it down, while my .45ACP took down the rider.

A time later I met with the great tribal leader, who thanked me graciously. For, according to him, I had rid the area of bad omen and restored peace to the villagers...

“Or...” the zebra attendant said, bringing my attention to a sea food dish. “We do have a small selection from the Griffon Kingdom. Not much but if you're into sushi you might like it,” she told me.

“The Griffon Kingdom huh? I've been there once before... nice attractions...”

Blood dripped down my face, bloodying my look as I slashed apart another enemy combatant with a double edged sword. Another came from behind me and he too I cut into mincemeat.

Several opposing gladiators surrounded me in the ring and I just chuckled, launching myself forwards and slashing the closest one before twirling in a set of cartwheels and cutting apart enemy after enemy, blood soaking my body.

A pair of Gryphons rode a cart being pulled by two slave ponies. I chuckled and grabbed a long dangerous spear and hurtled it at the group. Being so long, the spear pierced through both ponies and sent the Gryphons hurtling through the air.

Being bound in heavy battle armor, they lacked the use of their wings, which was usually accommodated by light armor.

One of the Gryphons broke his neck as he landed, being killed instantly. The other crashed brutally to the ground and I picked up a massive war hammer from a dead zebra nearby, the hammer easily weighing an excess of thirty five pounds.

The one live Gryphon tried to cower away and I looked to the ruler who held his claw out, his thumb perfectly horizontal. The crowd began to chant and the wounded Gryphon before me cried for mercy. The leader flipped his thumb... down.

And with it, down went my hammer, with crashing force that splattered his grey matter, along with blood and skull fragments, all over my body...

“And there's also an assortment of western styled foods. There's home baked apple pies, apple cider, both sweet and hard...”

I licked my lips. “I like the western towns... nice, kind ponies out there...”

I leaned back in my seat as I sat in the corner of the saloon. Blood dripped down my war torn facial features, the blood from a recent occurance. I tipped back my beverage then set it down, my drinking glass again empty. I rose my hand and called out for the bill. The waitress came back over to give the bill. “Will that be everythin' suga?” she asked in a stereotypical southern accent and I rose a brow.

“Depends... any other... services you can offer... wanna make a tip?” I asked...

Only seconds had passed and I had the western mare bent over the bar table, flank in the air as I used saliva for lube and plundered her puckered little tail hole, making her scream and gained the attention of all the stallions in the room, some of which leaned back and began to stroke themselves to the sight of the cute western mare getting rammed publicly.

I pumped myself harder and harder. It felt strange really. Her sphincter tried pushing my cock out of her with every thrust, much the opposite to the feeling of a pussy's milking feeling. Any way somepony would put it, it still felt good enough.

I grabbed her gropeable flanks and gave them a good squeeze while I used them more like handles to pull her into my cock. Her whole body jiggled with each thrust, her moans of pleasure mixed into the lewd conversations of others that jerked themselves to the sight of the show. I began to spank her flank cheeks, making her squeeze harder around my cock with each swat.

I lurched myself into her, blowing my load deep into the mare's bowels, having her scream in wild ecstasy as she felt my hot load squirt into her twitching ass. I pulled out with a smirk, looking to her gaping tail hole.

She tried to stand, my white cum dripping out of her hole as she staggered to keep her footing. “Well hun,” I said, tossing the mare a Celestia bit. “That was well worth this kinda tip,” I told her and she gave me a fazed, blushing smile as she took the tip and wobbled towards the mare's room, walking a little funny as she continued to drip my cum from her ass...

“So what'll it be?” the zebra mare asked.

“Well... I've never had a zebra before...”

I had the mare up against the wall of the caboose, away from prying eyes as I slammed my cock deep into her loving snatch, he zebra mare moaning in deep pleasure as I pounded her, holding her backside up against the wall as I used her more like something to merely sheath my cock in.

There was no kissing. No exchange of loving expressions. Just primal rutting at it's very basic. Just a way for two ponies, or other, to sate their desires... either way, it didn't stop me from groping her ass and squeezing her cheeks together to make her pussy feel tighter.

The zebra mare came long and hard without much warning, her snatch clenching, trying to coax me into seeding her as it milked my cock. “Hmm,” I hummed to myself, letting her ride out her orgasm on my cock before withdrawing from her.

“Alright sweet cake... think you can deep throat this?” I asked, taking a seat. The mare didn't say a word as she got down to her knees and began to suck me off, myself already on the verge of my orgasm.

Her wet mouth gulped down my cock and I could visually see the bulge in her throat as she began to take it deep. I grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust into her muzzle, her nose scrunched up against my lap several times.

As I reached my peak I leaned back, releasing her head from my grasp as I clenched the seat and gripped it tightly, feeling my load shoot down her throat. I grunted several times but through my grunts, heard her gag and felt her hot wet mouth pull itself away from my cock just as I was still erupting, now plastering her face with my white cream.

The two of us huffed and recovered from our sexual endeavor. The zebra spoke up first. “That was fun. I have not rutted like that in a long time. That you, he who walks on two legs,” she thanked me and I came to realization the train had stopped.

“Damn. Well toots, looks like this is my stop. Maybe I'll see you around someday and we can do this again...” I didn't even bother saying goodbye, as we had already established it would be just a simple bucking with no kind of relationship whatsoever.

I stepped off the train, walking along the rickety station platform that was in the literal middle of nowhere. No other pony or zebra departed and the train left off into the distance. The desert plains of The Badlands surrounded me as I heaved my luggage over my back, most of which consisted of ammo and my handgun, along with Evan's.

There were no attendants at this station, and it looked ransacked to shit. Why the train even stopped here was beyond me, but it was my stop. Juggernaut sat nearby, partially covered in a light coat of sand. A tumbleweed blew past, along with a dust cloud of sand. I looked to the station, just as the front doorway collapsed along with part of the roof. I turned back to Juggernaut.

I hopped in, tossing my luggage into the back as I started the vehicle and drove off into the distance of the setting sun, back towards Equestria. Back towards home...

Not long had past before the sun began to disappear over the horizon, it's last beacons of lights glimmering over the desolate Badlands.

Evan seemed to materialize in the passenger seat. “Beautiful isn't it?” he asked solemnly. “It's like... life's end... one final bastion of light, a final blaze... before it is extinguished,” he stated in a very depressing way.

“Except... the sun is going to rise again tomorrow morning,” I replied and he just smiled.

“I suppose your right Derreck. You've always been right...” he said before again disappearing. God, what was his deal-

My thoughts were cut off as a magical explosion erupted against the front of Juggernaut, making me lose control and spin out. As I was spinning and trying to regain control of the vehicle, a second blast erupted against the side and flipped the vehicle completely. The windows smashed under the force the vehicle rolling several times and coming to a crashing stop, upside down. I hung upside down, still wearing my seat belt.

"Shit..." I groaned, finding that it was seized and wouldn't unbuckle. The three shiny blades erected from between my knuckles and I slashed the belt of, crashing down onto the interior roof of the vehicle.

I shook my bleeding head, dazed and coming to just as a group of at least two dozen raider clad ponies and zebras along with two adolescent dragons came rushing my way.

“Oh... for fuck sakes!” I growled. A pony went to open the door and I booted it open, flinging him back before scurrying out and catching the closest pony by surprise. I drove a hard fist into his chin and knocked him off his hooves.

One of the unicorns blasted several energy volleys at me. I jumped back and twirled over the overturned battle truck, prying open a back door and retrieving my AN-94. Coming back around the front, I chewed down six of the raiders, their blood tainting the planet's surface as their deceased bodies collapsed upon the already dead ground.

I let off another rapid succession of shots, each pull of the trigger actually hammering out two consecutive shots thanks to its unique design. One dragon however sucked back then blew a shrew of fire at me, some of which caught my old black duster coat ablaze.

I rolled across the ground, back behind Juggernaut, as the group relentlessly, and most foolishly, blasted the place I had been standing moments ago and kicking up the area into a massive eruption of smoke which hindered their vision and allowed me to escape their field of view. Having been rolled and battered, most of the windows had been knocked out of Juggernaut. I reached and grabbed Belladonna, flicking off the safety and punching a round at the ankle of one of the dragons.

The hand cannon kicked in my hand, the muzzle bursting with untamable force. The heavy .50AE slug tore off his clawed foot and flipped him to his back. His eyes went wide as he saw me laying across from him, just before I pumped a second round through his skull.

I stood up and raced around the vehicle, pumping several of the other raiders and catching them by complete surprise. The slide on Belladonna locked back and the AN-94 ran dry

Dropping the assault rifle, I felt the hands of Evan guide my free hand to my belt, drawing another magazine and slapping it into the gun at blinding speeds. Just as I thumbed the slid release, the point of a hoof bow pressed against the side of my head.

“Nice try Slick... but you're not as good as you think,” the stallion said but I just burst into laughter, not moving all that much as I laughed at him.

“Oh... oh how priceless. A bunch of amateurs say I'm not as good as I think. How's this sound. The rest of you...” I looked to the two ponies, the last zebra and the remaining dragon. “Are about to be slaughtered by a female warrior,” I laughed. The stallion went to retort but was cut apart by a blaze of small jacketed projectiles. The other pony and zebra met with the same fate then there was a THUM sound that echoed out

A grenade round slammed against a hard boulder behind the dragon and erupted, blasting the dragon away but the concussive force also slammed me back against Juggernaut.

“GAHHHHH... AHHH... NGAHHHH!” I yelped in pain as I felt a sharp piece of slag shrapnel stabbed into my forehead. Blood oozed down my face, my clothes tattered. “Ahhhh Celestia... dammit Kianna! Did you really have to do that?!” I yelled out, the woman walking around to the side of my vehicle.

“Oh please. I knew it wouldn't kill you. Hell, you're lucky I agreed to drop off your truck and perform recon escort for you while you drove through The Badlands. No pony ever goes through here, and for good reason,” she said and I nodded as I stood up, the slag still lodged into my forehead.

“I know. And that's why I came through here... to show it could be done... NGAHHH!” I yelled out as I pulled the slag from my head.

“Damn, I was just starting to like that look on you. Looked like a horn... making you like some kinda demon or something,” she chuckled and I just sighed. “So what now? Your truck is toast...” she trailed off.

“End of The Badlands isn't that far ahead. Rest of the night walk. I'll have Flim and Flam retrieve it... somehow. Roasted the raider groups in this area so there shouldn't be anymore trouble... least not for a while. Got a bar I'll stop by in Appleloosa. Ol' friends there I'll catch up with... then I'll be heading home,” I told her before tossing her a Celestia bit. “Thanks for the help,” I told her before grabbing all my important luggage from the truck. Looking to the setting sun, and the blazing hot desert ahead, I began to walk into the distance, disappearing into the dusty heat mirages of the desert expanses...

Author's Notes:

So now we get this... I dunno, understanding, of why Burdy was such an arrogant ass in the beginning. On his old world, filled with hate and anger, and a lack of love, Derreck had dominated control, with just partial input from Evan. The, because love is stronger than hate, when he was with Twilight he just... I dunno, sort of separated from Derreck, became his own free man. But when Twilight couldn't bare what he did and told him to leave, Burdy was once again left heart broken and Derreck came back to control. He's the brash asshole, the arrogance. The... "Fuck this, fuck that. That's gay, you're gay, this world is gay, this is fucked. Fuck you" etc. He's truly a complex character but I think he fleshed out really well... truth be told, I just kinda make shit up off the top off my hat, put it in the story then later if I'm like "Damn... how will I make this work?" I'm like "Oh yeah! This guy!" or thing, or whatever... and I regret to announce I had to destroy my ol' Terra work boots... I rant a lot about hating on liberals in the video...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKIiFEpEmec