Thunder stood in front of a house.

"This is your friend's house?" asked Plumsweet.

The two were wearing hoodies. The door opened and there stood a pink mare.

"Can I help y..." She leaned in closer. "You?" she asked smiling. "Back for more?"

"I need your help."

"Sure." she said. "What?"

"This mare is in trouble." he said. "Can we stay here with you?"

"You want to stay here?" asked Candy.

"Just for a little while." said Thunder.

"Of course you can stay here." she said. "Now I get to see you more often." She gave a sensual smile. "This way, please."

She stood to the side and allowed the two to enter. She closed the door behind them.

Thunder sat at the edge of Candy's bed. The pink mare cam trotting down the hallway and entered the bedroom.

"She just fell asleep," she said, sitting down next to Thunder.

"Are there really only two beds?" asked Thunder.

"Yeah. My bed and the guest bed." Candy smirked. "You could always stay with her in that teeny tiny bed." She laid down and spread out her arms. "Come lay with me."

"Again?"

"Just lay with me."

Thunder let out a sigh and laid down next to Candy. The pink mare rolled on her side and put her right back leg around Thunder's back leg.

"So, what's your story?"

"My story?" asked Candy, rubbing Thunder's chest with her right fore hoof.

"There has to be something. I mean... a pony isn't like this without a reason."

Candy pressed herself against Thunder's body, nuzzling her head against his.

"I just love the feeling of having sex." said Candy. "Whether it's with a colt or a mare. I don't care."

"Ever been raped?" Thunder asked. "You seem like the kind of mare that somepony would want to rape."

"How can it be rape if like it?" she asked with a smile.

"Really?" asked Thunder. "So if I did this..." He rolled over on top of Candy and forced her to spread her legs. "you wouldn't mind?"

She smiled. "Oh, hell no."

"Fine by me." said Thunder, as he thrusted.

Meanwhile, down the hall, Plumsweet could hear Candy's moans.

"This must be what Hell feels like." she muttered, trying to sleep.

A teal colt knocked on the door and opened it.

"Boss?" he asked.

"What is it?" asked Smokestack, who was sitting in a chair in the dark.

"It's Marek, boss. He seems to have failed."

Smoke stood up. "He failed?"

"Yes."

"Was it that colt again?"

"Yeah, boss."

Smoke slammed a hoof on the ground. "I WANT HIS FUCKING HEAD ON A PLATE NOW!"

The next morning Thunder awoke to see Candy asleep on top of him. He gently rolled her off and headed to the bathroom. He turned on the water and tested its temperature. When it was just hot enough, he stepped inside. The water felt really good. It always did in the morning. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"No invitation?" askd Candy, standing in the doorway.

Thunder opened his eyes. "Again?" he asked as Candy moved towards him. "Haven't you had enough already?"

"Relax." she said, stepping into the shower with him. "I just wanna take a shower like you."

Thunder sighed. "Fine. But no funny stuff."

"All right." said Candy.

She watched as Thunder turned from her and looked up at the shower head, closing his eyes. Candy looked him up and down as she picked up the soap.

"Whoops." she said as the soap slid out of her hoof and hit the tub. "I'll get it."

Thunder looked over his shoulder at her. She was turned around, picking up the soap and waving her flank slightly.

"I know what you're doing." said Thunder. "You can stop now."

"I just dropped the soap."

Thunder sighed again. "I can tell that living with you will be most interesting."

"Most interesting indeed." said Candy, standing up.

An hour later, the three were sitting at the kitchen table.

"So..." said Plumsweet. "you two are..."

"Are what?" asked Thunder.

"Together?"

"Oh. No." said Thunder. "Candy just likes sex a lot and isn't looking for a commitment."

"I see."

"You jealous, sweetie?" asked Candy.

"What?" Plumsweet asked, shocked.

"You want to play with me, too, don't you?"

"Excuse me?" asked Plumsweet.

"You know you want to... uh..."

"Yeah, what is your name anyways?" asked Thunder.

"Plumsweet. Your's?"

"Thunder."

"You two didn't know each other's name before?" asked Candy.

"Didn't care for asking." answered Thunder.

Plumsweet let out a somewhat annoyed sigh. "Do you care only for yourself?"

"It's the only way to survive in this hellhole. You can't have anypony tying you down."

"I don't mind being tied down." said Candy with a smile.

Plumsweet shot her a glance. "Really?"

"Oh." said the pink mare. "I need to get back to the Strip Club."

"So soon?" asked Plumsweet sarcastically. "We were just beginning to have fun."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet." said Candy, standing up.

She turned and headed out the front door.

"So, she's a stripper, too?" asked Plumsweet.

"She's very good."

Plumsweet let out another annoyed sigh. "You colts are all the same. Always thinking with your dick."

Thunder reached across the table and pulled her in. "You know nothing about me. I'm not like the others."

"Because you have no friends?"

"Right. I don't give a shit about anypony else but me. It's what's kept me alive after all these years. You think that colt from my apartment and the one that attacked you was the only one's I've killed?"

"How many have you killed?"

"Countless." he let go of Plumsweet and leaned back. "But they were all bad, I assure you."

The mare leaned back as well. "You're crazy. I don't think I can trust you."

"Is that so?" asked Thunder. He raise up a pistol and slammed it down on the table. "Then take this." he said, sliding it in front of Plumsweet. He held up a pistol and put it on his left forehoof. Plumsweet slowly put her hoof in the handle. "Now, point it at me."

"What?" asked Plumsweet, getting really nervous.

Thunder raised the gun and aimed it at Plumsweet's head. "Point it at me."

The frightened mare quickly raised the pistol and aimed it. "What are you doing?"

"If you don't trust me... If you think I will fire this gun and kill you... then you better kill me first." Plumsweet's hoof began to shake. "Or you could learn to trust me and put the gun down. What's it gonna be?"

Plumsweet began to sweat from fear. "Thunder..."

"What's it gonna be?" he repeated, still aiming the gun at the mare's head.

Plumsweet took in a deep breath and quickly lowered the gun. Thunder slowly lowered his.

"See?" he asked. "I don't give a shit about you. But I'm not gonna kill you, either. You're safe with me."

He got up and walked towards the hallway. Plumsweet watched as he did so, still in shock from what had just happened.