Trixie is barely five years old, and is pressing her ear against a bland, brown office office, listening to her father have a conversation with another stallion he has hired to help her. It has only been a month since they hired him, but with the tone of the conversation, it sounds like her father is not too happy.

“Nebulous, I am paying you to help her with her magic so she can be the best she can be!” says Eclipse sharply.

“Believe me, I know. Your bits gave me this suit,” says the other stallion, Nebulous, his tone completely relaxed. “But you can throw all the bits in the world at me and it still will not change the fact that your daughter is special.”

Trixie's ears perk and she uses one of her hooves to press herself harder against the door, curious as to what Nebulous meant by “special”. She has heard it a lot, and a smile spreads across her muzzle with the growing hope that maybe she excelled at the various tests Nebulous and his friends gave her. If that is the case, then she knows her father will be happy with her.

“What do you mean?” says Eclipse, his chair squeaking as he adjusts his position.

“What I mean is that after all the tests my colleagues and I have given your lovely daughter, we have discovered what we call a learning disability,” says Nebulous.

Trixie's smile drops. She has no idea what this “learning disability” is, but every time the d-word has been used by her father or mother, the conversation always had a sour or sad undertone to it.

“She can't really wrap her little brain around things and will have trouble catching on to the rigorous courses at the School for Gifted Unicorns,” continues Nebulous.

“So, you're calling Trixie an idiot?” accuse Eclipse.

“No, just special. Now, that goes without saying that she is not a lost cause. I can still help her, but she will never be the magically great filly you've wanted, and putting her in Celestia's School will do more harm than good for her. I would actually recommend the Starswirl Academy for her magical training.”

Trixie's hoof slides off of the door, and her whole body slumps as the words from her teacher sting her heart. Her eyes water and she swallows a lump in her throat to keep herself quiet, and right as she stands up to leave, ears drooped and head down, she hears a mare call her.

“Trixie, sweetie, what are you doing?” says the mare, her voice warm enough to melt the coldest of hearts, but in this case, she is speaking raised whisper.

Trixie turns around to see a unicorn mare with a curled, dark brown mane, a blonde coat approaches, and a C clef shaped cutie mark approaches her with an amused smile.

“You know your father doesn't like it when you spy on him,” says the brown maned mare, named Braille Lulamoon. She notices Trixie's puckered lips and watering eyes, and her smile fades. “Trixie, what's wrong?”

“Nothing,” sighs Trixie sadly.

Braille snorts and walks next to Trixie. “Nothing, huh?” She flashes a playful smile and lays down so she is eye level with her. “I guess that means we don't have to go get mint ice cream sundaes since nothing is wrong, then.”

Trixie's eyes widen and her ears perk, then she shakes her head and musters all of her sadness for the best pouting look she can give. “No! I lied! I am very sad! I'm super sad!”

Trixie can hear Eclipse and Nebulous's conversation stop, but she does not care. Ice cream is so close to her she can almost taste it! And she only wants it more when Braille tsks and shakes her head.

“But, Trixie, you just lied to me, why would I give you ice cream now?” she says, putting a lot of emphasis on her fake disappointment.

Trixie whines and scampers behind her mother and pushes against her rump to get her up, getting slightly annoyed when she chuckles without moving so much as an inch. “Please, mom! I'm sorry I lied!”

Braille gets up with an exaggerated sigh and picks up Trixie with her magic to place her snugly on the small of her back. “Well, since you apologized, I guess we can go to Klumsy K's for your ice cream sundae. I'll just settle with a salad, though.”

“What? Mom, you don't have salads when you're supposed to be having ice cream!”

Braille laughs with Trixie and walks down the hall while the filly clutches her tightly around her neck. She gets nervous when her mother descends the stairs and hugs her tighter, getting yet another laugh from Braille.

“Since your father is going to be a grouch today, we're going to have a girl's day out. Just the two of us. What do you say?” says Braille, glancing at Trixie out of the corner of her eye.

Trixie nods with an eager smile. “Sounds like fun!”

“Good to hear.”

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, though, she sees a strange sight. There is an all black unicorn standing in front of the large double doors, and he looks to be a solid shadow since he has no face or features, other than the horn on the top of his head. Trixie immediately becomes uneasy and buries herself against her mother's neck while Braille appears to oblivious to his presence, as marked by her constant pace.

“Mom...” begins Trixie, her voice and body shaking and heart thumping in her ears.

“It's going to be a good day, Trixie, you'll see,” says Braille optimistically.

“It's time to wake up,” says the shadow pony.

His horn then gives off a soft, white glow and-

Trixie wakes up with a start in a comfortable, queen sized bed that has a basic set of sheets and pillows. Normally she would want to remain in the comfortable bed, but the room she is in bodes ill will. It has no windows and no other furniture, and only a single, overpowered light bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling provides light. The only way out of the prison is a thick wooden door with a trio of deadbolt locks on it. The whole layout makes her mane itch and her body tingle with uneasiness.

Trixie pushes the dream out of her mind and jumps out of the bed, gallops to the door and inspects them to see if she can get them open. She quickly finds out that they are specially designed to keep ponies in since he bolts are just solid slabs of metal, but that does not stop her from trying to escape, though.

Trixie attempts using her magic to unlock the deadbolts, hoping that her meal had replenished some of her magic, but her horn sputters and shoots out pathetic sparks. When she tries again, nothing happens except for a splitting headache and tears. With this horrible reaction, Trixie starts hyperventilating and hastily pacing in circles as she tries to figure out a way out of her room.

“No, no, this can’t be happening,” whimpers Trixie under her breath with building tears and a shortness of breath. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening! Why is this happening!?”

Trixie stops in mid pace when she hears a trio of deadbolts unlocked, and she takes a couple of steps back when the door creaks open. As soon as it is wide open, mocking her with a view of the hallway, Sunshine eagerly trots inside with Scarlet remaining behind, fully composed. When Scarlet remains standing in the hallway, making no apparent move to enter, Trixie furrows her brows and she stomps her hoof as hard as she can, despite the fear infecting her.

“What did you do to me!” demands Trixie

“I gave ya an antidote,” says Sunshine casually as his sister closes the door behind him. “Ya were traveling for so long out there ya probably caught somethin’ nasty.”

“I blacked out!”

“For only fifteen minutes. Ya must’ve been really sick. Poor, poor Trixie. Luckily good ole Sunshine is here to take care o’ ya, right?”

“Why is my magic gone!”

Sunshine pshaws and waves his hoof dismissively as he speaks. “Oh that? That’s not permanent, it’s merely a side effect that tha medicine has ta clean yer system.”

Trixie’s heart skips a beat when she hears the door locks click again and sees Sunshine's tail flick and an anticipating grin stretch across his muzzle.

Trixie forces a growl and her quivering legs almost give out as she tilts her body to aim her horn at the deformed pegasus. “Why not take me to a hospital?”

Trixie silently sends another prayer to Celestia, hoping her magic will come back, but when the headache returns and Sunshine's licks his lips, she gets the crushing feeling that she has been forsaken.

“Hospitals are expensive, darlin’,” coos Sunshine as his eyes scan her body with lustful desires.

“Health care is free!" retorts Trixie.

“That don't mean much if ya got outdated clinics."

“What did you drug me with?”

Sunshine laughs and stomps like it was funniest thing he’s heard in a long time. “This is a cute little interrogation, eh, darlin'? But ta answer yer question, it ain't a drug. It’s a crop that grows around Barnville and tha Macintosh Hills. Folks around here call them the healin’ ‘shroom. It’s a ‘shroom that fixes jus’ ‘bout anything at the expense of flight loss for pegasi, magic loss for unicorns, and loss of energy for them earth ponies. Side effects last only a day. I really don't see why yer so upset. I got ya cleaned up, inside and out.”

“You put it my water without my knowledge!” screams Trixie, her voice furious and cracking with fright.

Sunshine's eyes instantly flare with pure wrath and his wing snaps open with foam escaping from his vicious snarl. “DON’T YELL AT ME!”

Sunshine lunges at Trixie and before she can so much as shriek, the deranged pegasus tackles her square in the barrel, pushing the air out of her lungs and her head and back cracking against the floor. Her lungs and eyes burn, and her vision is clouded with tears as she brings her hooves up to protect herself from Sunshine's onslaught.

“I HELPED YA OUTTA THA MUCK! I CLEANED YA! I FED YA! AND YA REPAY ME WITH SCREAMIN'!? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YA!?”

Trixie can barely hear herself beg or sob over his terrifying rant, and every slap against her face sends a sharp, burning slice across her cheek and her head snapping side to side. She screams at Sunshine, apologizing and begging through her wails for him to stop, and when his hoof slashes her cheek with one last slap, her head snaps to the side and he stands up, panting and drooling.

Trixie curls up on the ground, pulling her tail to her bleeding face, sniffling and trembling with her eyes squeezed shut. The salty tears burn her wounds and her throat feels tight and her lungs hurt from her cries and its attempt to give her oxygen. She whimpers and tenses when Sunshine's slobber falls on her cheek, and she hears the stallion backing away, sighing regretfully and wiping his mouth. She dares to open her eyes and sees Sunshine sitting next to her, eyes to the floor and wing drooped.

“Sorry, darlin',” says Sunshine quietly. “I just get a little worked up over some things.”

He looks at Trixie again and gradually extends his hoof, stopping when she releases a whine and inches away from him, shaking and sniffling with bloodshot eyes. His ears droop and his hoof lowers slightly as he offers the best reassuring smile his rotting mouth can give.

“It’s okay, Trixie, I ain't gonna hurt ya again. Yer too precious t’ me,” he says.

Trixie shakes her head. “Just let me go, Sunshine, please!"

Sunshine ignores Trixie’s plea and stands up to look down at her again, licking his lips and tracing every curve on her body with the returning drooling lust polluting his smile. Trixie's ears droop as low as they can go and her eyes widen as she tries backing away from him without getting up, but he matches her every step.

“Yer a beautiful mare, ya know that right?” says Sunshine lecherously, his wing expanding in such a way that Trixie recognizes as a sign of wanting.

“No, Sunshine, please. Please, don't,” whimpers Trixie, still backing up and releasing a terrified yelp when her backside bumps into the wall.

Sunshine stops his advancement, leaving just a pace between them. But even at that distance, Trixie can still smell his awful breath and hear his heart beating with excitement.

“Ya know, I have always loved ya ever since I first laid mah eyes on ya,” begins Sunshine, chest swelling slightly. “I remember I was visitin’ Canterlot and I saw ya performin’ fer the first time. The folks said ya was amazing, but they were wrong. You were beyond that! You had it all. The looks! The will! The talent! I loved everything about ya and I couldn't get enough of ya. I followed ya around, from Canterlot t’ New Yoke City and even traveled t’ Ponyville t’ see ya perform.”

Sunshine chuckles and flaps his wing excitedly, and Trixie shrinks back as far as she can go, sweating and shaking and heart ready to explode in her chest from how hard it is pumping.

“Please, just-just let me go...” begs Trixie quietly.

“I loved how ya upstaged those pretties in Ponyville,” continues Sunshine, licking up his drool and his rapist grin growing. “And I was so eager t’ finally have tha courage to ask for yer autagraph, but then I had t’ leave back to Barnville since mah father needed mah help with the weather. But then I heard them folks accusin' ya of bein’ a fake, and I knew that they were LYIN’! They were all lyin’ because the Great and Powerful Trixie IS unbeatable! And they knew it well, so they did the only thing they could do t’ destroy you. They made ya out t’ be a villain!”

Trixie yelps and squeezes her eyes shut, no longer able to push her body into the wall, and she quietly begs through her sobs for Sunshine to let her leave, but her plea falls on deaf ears. She smells and feels Sunshine’s warm, stinky breath brush across her coat and push some of her mane away. Trixie whimpers and trembles harder and sits up to press her hoof against him, even though she knows that it is hopeless.

“And their crimes, these rumors, against ya made ya feel worthless didn’t it?” whispers Sunshine, pushing against Trixie's hoof until their muzzles are almost touching. Trixie slowly opens her eyes and sniffles, but doesn’t give a response, and Sunshine leans next to Trixie’s ear. “I’ll make ya feel valuable again.”

Trixie shakes her head, trembling and begging when Sunshine drags his slimy tongue up her cheek and nips her ear.

“Please, Sunshine, just please let me go!” cries Trixie.

“No can do, darlin’. We need each other,” whispers Sunshine huskily.

Trixie screams and pushes Sunshine back with as hard as she can. He stumbles back and she makes a mad dash to the door, but he is quick to recuperate and jumps on top of her and slams her head against the floor. Her head throbs and her ears ring while her hooves scratch against the floor in a hopeless fight to squirm her way out from under the deformed pegasus.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight it.” says Sunshine between his excited panting while putting more weight on top of Trixie to keep her down. “It’ll only be more painful for both of us if ya do."

Trixie screams for help and Sunshine puts his forehoof under Trixie’s chin and forces her to look into his sick eyes. She tries to fight back again, but he pushes down harder on her and forces her head against his chest. Now she can’t move and her only escape is her closing her eyes and thinking of something other than her being raped. But she can’t think of or hear or feel anything other than Sunshine’s perverted eyes, his panting, and his icky coat and hard muscles.

“No pony is comin’, Trixie,” Sunshine says through his eager, heavy breathing.

Then he presses his lips against Trixie’s and forces his tongue into her mouth. Trixie’s eyes shoot open and she sobs and kicks her limbs wildly as the slimy muscle swishes around her orifice to get as much of her as it can. He licks around her teeth, slides across and pushes her tongue down, and after what seems like hours, Sunshine pulls away, leaving a trail of saliva between the two, and Trixie collapses to the ground, shaking, sobbing, and gasping for air.

Sunshine climbs off of Trixie and she quietly begs through her tears as he traces her spine with his hoof and stops above her tail.

“Nopony is comin’. It’s jus’ us, darlin',” says the deformed pegasus.

Trixie yells in defiance with tears clouding her vision, and she wiggles her way out from under him. Sunshine bites on her tail and she yelps and starts pawing on the floor as he drags her across the floor. Trixie turns and yanks her tail out of his mouth, leaving some strands of it in his mouth, and she turns and slugs him in the eye. There is a loud crack and he stumbles back, swearing and clutching his eye, then he turns and growls at her, lowering his hoof to reveal the fresh bruise under his twitching eye.

Trixie gulps and takes a couple of steps back while Sunshine stomps forward. His steps are quick and heavy, and when he is upon her, she tries to swing at him again, but he blocks her and slams her against the wall. A sharp cry of pain escapes her and her vision is bathed in white, and when she is on the ground, the room is spinning and her head is throbbing.

Before Trixie has a chance to recuperate, Sunshine slams his hoof down on her ribs, sending another wave of pain through her, and as she cries out and tries defend herself, he stomps her gut. All the air is forced out of her lung and she curls on the floor, coughing with the taste of copper in her mouth and mind buzzing with panic.

Trixie wants to give a silent prayer another chance, however, as soon as she begins begging Celestia for help, she feels Sunshine bite down on her mane, then her head is snapped up. She yelps in pain with the horrible pain of having slumps of her mane ripped out and her neck nearly broken. Sunshine's pull had forced into the sitting position, and when he starts dragging her back towards the bed, growling hungrily and eyes burning with lust, Trixie screams and digs her hooves into the floor.

“No! No! No no no no! No! Stop!” screams Trixie, her voice mixing with her terrified weeps as tears pours down her cheeks and her hooves losing their footing. Sunsine grunts something and throws her against the bed. The front half goes over the bed and her hind legs dangle off, barely touching the floor, and when Sunshine presses his hoof on her back and forces her body against the sheets and presses himself against her, she tries bucking him off, screaming as loud as she can. “NO! PLEASE! SOMEPONY HELP!”

“SHUT UP!” roars Sunshine, leaving Trixie's ears ringing. Trixie bites her tongue, but that does not stop the whimpers and trembles. “Ya need ta stop fighting and let me take care of ya! I’m tryin' ta be yer friend, yer one friend in Equestria, and I can't do that if yer bein' stupid! Now, hows 'bout ya be smart and let me be yer friend?”

Trixie remains still, but as soon as Sunshine growls her name, she reluctantly raises her tail, sobbing quietly and silently hoping that her cooperation will prevent more harm from falling onto her. She makes a quiet, painful grunt when she feels her tail being curled around his hoof and yanked to the side.

“That’s it. Good girl,” coos Sunshine.

He flicks his tail excitedly and Trixie's heart thunders in her ears and her lungs tighten as her muscles tense from the stallion stroking her side with his rough hoof. Then she releases a raspy gasp when she feels his slimy tongue touch her cheek and slowly drag upwards until he reaches her ear. Once he is at the tip of her ear, he flicks it and makes a throaty chuckle.

Trixie buries her face in the sheets, muffling her defeated sobs, and her hooves dig as deep as they can go into the bed when she hears his heart thump excitedly in his chest and feels his backside press against hers. A moment later, Sunshine adjusts himself and Trixie braces herself for what is to come by squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth as hard as she can.

Sunshine chuckles again and licks his lips as his hoof goes another round at Trixie's pelt, barely touching her and giving her a tingle that makes her fur stand. His hoof then goes over her flank, taking extra care to rub it in wide circles and knead her wand cutie mark as best as a hoof can do. The feeling makes her legs tremble and electric tingles surge through her body, leading to an involuntary groan. After groaning, though, Trixie's eyes widen and she bites down on her hoof and watches Sunshine's sick smile widen with joy.

“Oooh, yer gonna like this a lot, I can already tell,” snickers Sunshine, giving her a slap on her cutie mark that makes her jump and yelp and him grin broadly. “Oh, yeah. We're both gonna have a lotta fun.”

Scarlet is taking out all of her frustration on the pub's disgusting interior. Cleaning up the remains of the salt bricks, hay and spilled drinks is quick and easy, and did little to satisfy the anger she has against Sunshine. While she is slaving at preparing the sinks, collecting dirty dishes and cleaning up his pub, he is upstairs having fun with his newest toy without bothering to ask her if she would like to join in.

However, once Scarlet gets to cleaning the floor, the stubbornness of the mess proves to be a very efficient therapeutic tool. Every hard stroke against the muddy hoof prints chips a bit away at her anger and leaves the prints broken, and the odd combination of murky, soapy water bleeds all over the floor, giving her more time to cool of. As she scrubs the floor, though, she just happens to look up and see the unpleasant gunk stuck to the ceiling.

Scarlet pauses and studies it, unsure if she should be mad, annoyed, or feeling something else about it. Seconds of scrutiny pass and she sits up, eyes squinted for a better look, muttering: “What the hay?”

There is a sudden creak behind her, and right as she turns her head to inspect the noise, she is greeted with a hoof to the face, followed by instant darkness.

Gray Muffin steps over Scarlet's limp body, her tongue hanging out of her muzzle and a perfect hoof print on her face. As he travels towards the stairs, his bruised face contorts slightly with the many pinches of pain, and he leaves a trail of tiny red dots in his wake that come from a red blotch that bleeds from his shoulder down to his hoof. He ignores the pain, though, and keeps his focus on on the target. The sooner he completes the mission, the sooner he can get out and-

A mare's sudden shriek of pain freezes Gray Muffin and his thoughts, and when the screaming continues without any sign of stopping, he breaks into a full gallop up the stairs. His injured shoulder aches in protest, but he pushes it back and when he gets up the stairs, he hears Sunshine talking and making pleased groans and grunts while the mare cries and begs him to stop.

Gray Muffin runs down the end of the hall and finds a room where all the noise is coming from, but it is sealed with three deadbolts. Without hesitation, he turns and bucks at it, but it does not budge and from the sounds of it, Sunshine is getting more demanding physically and emotionally while the mare becomes more worn out.

“STOP YELLING!” shouts Sunshine, followed instantly with a loud slap of hoof on skin and the mare crying out in pain.

Gray Muffin's heart beats faster and he bucks against the door again in tune with a flash of lightning and wall shaking thunder.

“Just relax, darlin',” says Sunshine heavily over the mare's sobs. “This is supposed ta be fun. This is what friends do, and we're friends, right?”

Gray Muffin grits his teeth and kicks the door again, this time with two sets of cracks and a very unpleasant sprain in his hind hooves.

“Please... Please... No more,” begs the mare weakly.

“Alright. Just a few more minutes, then, darlin', and I'll let ya sleep it off. How's that sound?” says Sunshine.

Gray Muffin growls and raises both of his hind legs, and with the strongest buck he can muster, his hooves collide with the door. There is a satisfying sound of wood splintering and he turns around to see bits of wood on the locks and hinges, but the rest is a shattered mess on the floor. Away from the mare, bright red, sweaty and panting, is Sunshine. The azure mare he has been having his way with slumps off of the bed and curls up on the floor, her messy silver tail tucked against her lower body and her sweaty, disheveled mane hanging in limp clumps as her bloodied face is buried in her hooves.

She is sobbing and gulping for air, Gray Muffin's vision turns blood red as he stomps towards Sunshine.

As soon as the door breaks down, Sunshine leaps away from Trixie, freeing her from his suffocating embrace, his sweat, smelly panting and the tongue that loved to lick her everywhere it could. She hears another set of hooves enter and she slides to the ground, body sore and trembling uncontrollably as her fight for air and peace from the pain seems to be a losing battle.

“What the hay are ya doin' here, Muffin!?” yells Sunshine, his tone furious, but laced with fear.

Trixie risks opening one eye, and through her sweaty locks and hazy vision, she sees the old earth pony from earlier stepping in front of her. Granted, he looks muddy and has blood on his hooves, but his stance is sturdy and defensive, and his hoof paws the floor as a low growl rumbles from him. She looks past his hooves and sees Sunshine taking another step back, now visibly terrified.

Gray Muffin steps forward and Sunshine takes another step back, trying to look intimidating by snarling and flapping his wing as hard as he can. However, despite Sunshine's attempts, Trixie cannot see any form of fear in the old stallion, and from the looks of it, he is watching the pegasus very carefully.

“ANSWER ME!” screams Sunshine, now standing still with a direct line of sight on Trixie.

Trixie sees his eyes flick to her, and she looks away and scrunches herself tighter, shaking and feeling the pain in her lower body intensify.

Gray Muffin blocks Sunshine's sight of Trixie. “I killed your rats when they tied to kill me in the alley.”

Sunshine’s eye twitches. “Ya killed them all?”

Gray Muffin's eyes narrow and he rolls his injured shoulder. “All twelve of them. And my acquaintances freed all two hundred of your slaves, burned your safe houses and prisons to the ground, and we found the unmarked graves of those you and your scumbag friends murdered.”

Sunshine shakes his head and laughs nervously. “There’s no way ya-”

“Old Scoob's Pub in the Dodge City slums, the Marshall's Inn at the edge of Appleloosa, and the mansion and abandoned warehouse off of Copperhead Road. All of the guards and your customers who took pleasure in the misery of your slaves have been chained to the furnaces and doused in cooking oil before we sent them to Tartarus. And your slaves have been freed and taken to the nearest Royal Guard station for treatment.”

Gray Muffin moves towards Sunshine, and the pegasus steps back and off to the side a little bit, recreating the circular movement between the two.

Gray Muffin keeps his steps steady and his eyes do not break away from Sunshine as he continues. “The two million bits found in Bronze Coin's Pawn Shop in Dodge City, the two million bits stored Big Barrel's Warehouse in Appleloosa, and the one million bits at the Baltimare Motel is now ours. We made sure to burn those down and kill all of your goons there, as well.”

Gray Muffin stops and back tracks so he is in front of Trixie again, and Sunshine growls and flaps his wing and paws the floor.

“We have also figured out how to properly grow your mushrooms,” adds Gray Muffin. “You are no longer needed and your crimes against the innocent will be paid with your blood. Need I explain more?”

Sunshine's yellow color drains after hearing this and his wing falls to his side. His lips move like is trying for a rebuttal, but he comes up with nothing and looks down at the floor with a shimmer of tears in his eyes.

He takes a deep breath and then looks at Gray Muffin pathetically. “...What about Scarlet? Did yer boss order her ta be killed as well?”

Gray Muffin scrapes his hoof against the ground like a bull preparing for a charge. “There is a spot in Tartarus for her, too.”

Sunshine’s eye twitches and he screams with psychotic rage as he charges Gray Muffin with furious flaps of his wing.

Gray Muffin's front hoof is a blur when he snaps it forward to strike Sunshine in the chest, breaking some of the pegasus' bones and forcing him to stumble back. Before Sunshine has a chance to recuperate, Gray Muffin does a quick spin and bucks the pegasus in the chin, sending him flying into the wall with some of teeth flying out. After hitting the wall, Sunshine crumbles to the floor, leaving a huge crack from where he landed.

Trixie whimpers and slides under the bed with her tail tucked between her legs. It is cramped and she brings her hoof to her face, sobbing and shaking as she watches Sunshine push himself up and spit out loose bits of his teeth. She screams in fright when he snarls and charges Gray Muffin again, exposing what's left of his destroyed teeth and the bloody pooling and dribbling out of his mouth.

“Ya can't take Trixie! Ya can't take Scarlet! They're mine! MINE!” bellows Sunshine viciously, sending droplets of bloody slobber flying out of his mouth to stain the floor.

Gray Muffin braces himself again, and when Sunshine is close enough, panting with possessive insanity in his eyes, the earth pony side steps him and brings his hoof down on the back of the pegasus' head. Sunshine lands nose first on the wooden floor in front of Trixie and Gray Muffin stomps on his back, snapping more of his bones and making him howl in agony. Trixie also screams and pushes her hoof to her muzzle, sobbing and sliding farther back under the bed until she is poking out on the other side.

Gray Muffin continues stomping all over Sunshine until blood splatters all over his hooves, the wall and the floor. The whole time, the earth pony grunts and swears as Sunshine flinches and screams in pain with increasingly weaker breaths, and when he is done a minute later, the pegasus is lying still and Trixie is still under the bed, shivering with fright. Gray Muffin is panting hard and staring down at his work, and Trixie moves out from under the bed, peeks out from the other side of the mattress and pales at what she is seeing.

Crimson dots cover Gray Muffin's attire and face, and strands of his dark mane hang in front of his eyes while his fedora lies off to the side. He casts a quick look at her before he scoops up his fedora and places it snugly on his head.

Trixie's eyes dart between the old pony and the destroyed pegasus at his hooves, and at first she thinks Sunshine is dead, but it changes when he lets out a weak wheeze. Gray Muffin turns his attention back to Sunshine, and like a fleshy puppet, the old earth pony lifts his hoof above the destroyed pegasus's neck.

Blood droplets fly from Sunshine's mouth as he coughs and wheezes, and his legs slide lazily along the floor, staring at Gray Muffin with unmistakable fear while his blood soaks his yellow coat.

“There is only black and white,” begins Gray Muffin.

“No... No, wait ... Wait a minute...” wheezes Sunshine weakly with tears trailing down his cheeks and his labored breaths becoming more ragged with panic.

“There is never gray.”

Sunshine shakes his head, whimpering: “Mr. Muffin... please, mah sister...”

“For Justice is absolute.”

“NO!”

Trixie gasps and shrinks back when Gray Muffin brings his hoof up and slams it down on Sunshine’s neck, popping it open and showering the earth pony's hoof and the ratty floor with blood. The older stallion stares at the mess for a few seconds, then he at Trixie. She’s staring, horrified at what she just saw, and slumps to the floor in a state of disbelief that she was raped and witnessed an execution in the same day.

Gray Muffin walks around to the other side of the bed and looks at Trixie, his expression soft with concern. “Are you alright?”

“You-you-you...” stammers Trixie.

“Did what I had to do.” Gray Muffin rubs his hoof on the sheets to get the blood off. “The afterlife will not be kind to the likes of him.”

“He... You killed him.”

Gray Muffin's expression hardens, prompting Trixie to shrink back. “And he raped you, sold hundreds of kidnapped innocents as prostitutes and murdered dozens more. What did you want me to do? Give him counseling?”

Trixie looks around the corner of the bed at Sunshine’s lifeless eyes and the blood pool seeping its way towards them. She feels her dinner swelling up and she runs into a corner and pukes against the wall. By the time she is done puking, she has to press her hoof against the wall and tries to shake her mind clear of the gruesome scene, but it is imbedded in her.

Trixie opens her eyes and looks over her shoulder, not really sure what she wants to do next, but she did not expect to see Gray Muffin gone.

She swallows and walks towards the destroyed door, keeping her tail tucked between her wobbly legs. She looks at Sunshine, feeling her stomach acid swell up again, but grateful that he is facing away from her. She looks back at the doorway, and after a deep breath she walks out just in time to see Gray Muffin start down the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” asks Trixie, meekly following and stopping at the top of the stairs.

“Home,” replies Gray Muffin bluntly without slowing his steps.

“Aren’t you going to hide the body... or something?”

“No.”

“Who are you?”

Gray Muffin stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks at Trixie with some annoyance. “You already know who I am. I saw you eavesdropping on my conversation with Sunshine.”

“B-but what do you do? Are you a hitpony or-or a... what are you?”

“If I was a hitpony you would be dead, too."

“But-”

“We’re done here.”

Gray Muffin continues towards the kitchen without another word and Trixie remains standing alone at the top of the stairs with a corpse a hundred feet away from her. She looks at the direction of the gory scene, then at the swinging door from where Gray Muffin disappeared behind, contemplating on whether or not she should go after him. If she stays, then she can tell the Barnville Guards what happened with how Sunshine had tried to rape her, but was saved when Gray Muffin brutally executed him. But, a fear grows saying that the guards will arrest her because they think that she murdered Sunshine. Then she goes on to wonder what would happen if they do believe her. The Barnville Guards would no doubt go after Gray Muffin and toss him in the dungeons, and that would be the worst “Thank you” gift of all time. That brings her mind to wonder if Gray Muffin is a criminal since his “organization” had been doing business with Sunshine that ended on a very bad note.

The unexpected heavy banging on the door and the gruff shouts of a stallion outside demanding the doors to open makes Trixie's heart and body jump and her mind snap to a decision.

“Gray Muffin, wait!” hollers Trixie.

And she gallops down the stairs after her hero.

Author's Notes:

Partially Edited On 7 Jul 2014
Fully Edited On 13 Jul 2014