I downed the contents of some kind of liquor I had managed to find as I relaxed in the chair I had made by stacking the unconsous bodies of those involved in the fight on top of each other. It took awhile, but I managed to punch every single bastard in the building in the face, with each receiving a kick to the balls, for shits and giggles. No rules in a bar fight, just pure, unadulterated, chaos and mass amounts of violence.

Needless to say, that really relieved a crapton of stress. The room was silent, the only sounds that could be heard were a few noises from the outside and the faint sound of creaking on the top floor. I smirked as I pulled out another random bottle and drank it all down, somehow spitting fire while I burped. As I waited for my two friends to finish their business with those mares upstairs I polished the blood off of my gauntlet. No one was dead, but I don't think a few of them will be able to chew for awhile.

As a guy underneath me began to regain conciousness I hit him in the head with the butt of The Lancelot, sending him right back to sleep town. "Sorry if that gave you a skull fracture, but you're a magic horse, I'm sure you'll be fine." Soon, the creaking stopped and groans of pleasure could be heard. I knew exactly what had happened and shook my head. "Took 'em long enough." Due to my slightly drunken state I giggled at the last two words. "Heheh...long enough."

As the four of them came down the slightly damaged steps the mares kisses the guys on their cheeks and walked to the back room, both Clawback and Pyro having stupid grins and blushes in their faces while holding the mares numbers.

"You two look happy." The nodded while shaking themselves out of their sex induced trances. "Now come on, let's go give my old friends in the Skull Bandits a little visit. And once this is done, we're getting both of you tested."

They looked at me with raised brows.

"Hey, those mares were hookers and service stallions that live out in these dirty conditions, and some may be inbred...who knows what they could be carrying in them. Just being safe."

"Wow, way to kill our fun man..." Pyro groaned as I got out if my chair of my victims.

"Hey, I treated you guys there, I think I at least deserve a thank you after you two haven't gotten any action for the past year and a half."

Pyro rolled his eyes while Clawback shook his head. "It has been a rough few matting seasons for me in recent years, so this was nice, thank you Gray." The griffin pat my side before walking out the door.

"Let's just go, I can tell this bandit group is fairly large, and we have to take all of them out, which won't exactly be easy." Pyro said as he walked out of the building by my side.

"Well, it's a chance for you to go all out again, you won't need to hold back since our objective is to just beat the crap out of every single one." I smirked as I ruffled his mane. "So Pyro, once we're there, burn EVERYTHING."

He smiled evilly at this as his horn became coated in fire. "With pleasure."

Now with Clawback at my other side, the three of us began walking towards the two mountains behind the huge apple orchard. "I wonder what the others are up to..."

Meanwhile

In the living room of the Wolf Den, Mothball sat next to Screwball, who was cuddled up to the changeling as they enjoyed the time they were sharing. Scrap watched them from the end of the hallway, a curious expression on her face. Turning around she walked into the main office where Moonlight was hanging from the ceiling fan with her bat wings wrapped around her, the room in complete darkness until Scrap turned on the light.

Moonlight groaned as she tucked in her wings and dropped back onto the floor before Turing around abd giving the young foal a smile. "Did you need something Scrap?"

"Can you answer something for me?" She asked with her usual tone.

"It depends on the question, but ok."

Scrap looked down the hall again and turned back to Moonlight. "Mothball abd that mare are different species right?"

"Yes, they are. Why?"

Scrap looked back briefly and raised a brow. "Then why are they together?"

Moonlight looked slightly shocked at the filly. "What do you mean?"

"In the backstreets, everyone says that you need to be with someone the same as you and that being with another species is a bad thing. It's not just them, the ponies in Canterlot say it all the time. So why are they together?" She asked with curiousity, not hatred or discrimination.

Moonlight just stared at her shocked, what the hell was she talking about? "Scrap, listen, I want you to forget all about that alright? What they all said is wrong."

"How so?"

Moonlight brought Scrap out to the hall and pointed to the cuddling couple. "If that's such a bad thing, then why are they so happy together?"

Scrap tilted her head as she thought. "I don't know."

"There's something you need to know, the ponies in the backstreets and Canterlot aren't good people, they lie, they cheat and they act like they're the most important thing in the damn planet. Whatever they said is untrue. Come here a second." Scrap followed Moonlight into their shared room and looked to a photo of a few other ponies and creatures with Moonlight. "Look at them, everyone other than me in this picture is in a relationship with each other, only one is the same species, even then they are the same gender. Love isn't defined by species or gender, it is something that exists in all of us."

Scrap looked to her confused. "Then why do people say those things?"

"People don't agree with that stuff, either because they were brought up that way or are just trying to insult others. Don't believe them, love isn't limited, it is something that can't be controlled or understood." Moonlight ruffled Scraps mane. "Now, what else did everyone tell you?"

Author's Notes:

Hope you enjoyed. I figured I'd give Scrap a bit of a more harsh upbringing, as an orphan she's having to learn about things from those around her and not a parent or teacher. All she knows is what she's been told.