For a being of pure, insatiable rage, Anger walked rather calmly through the mountain passes of Equestria. Though each hoof hitting the ground was a rather loud clop, it was a sign that gave Morality hope. The white and black eyed mare had tried, futilely, to convince her sister that it was wrong to seek revenge on Trixie for simple acts of hubris. She hoped that their journey would soften the angry fragment’s heart a bit and throw her off her path. Her hopes had only heightened with the addition of their newest voice in the group, figuratively speaking.

“Is she still there?” Anger grunted quietly to Morality (The moral fragment was taken aback at the fact her sister could whisper).

Morality glanced behind them. “Yes she is. Let’s ask if she’s done the procreation polka yet.” Morality gave herself a scowl.

Slightly trotting behind the two fragments was pegasus mare. Her hazel eyes graciously complemented her dazzling white coat and beautiful blue mane; Wonder if the carpet matches the drapes, another scowl. Her slender body was perfectly rounded in all the right places to make a stallion’s tongue drop and mares pout in jealousy; one might think her a model of the highest degree. In fact the only deformity this fine creature had was a long gash of a scar reaching right from the front of her undercarriage to the middle of her neck in a slight slope leaning to the left, a parting gift from the hydra encountered by all three of those present. Regardless of this obvious flaw in the perfect body she had a good-sized smile on her face as she peered over at her beloved rescuers, Anger in particular. Anger, who had turned back for an instant, caught this and spun her head back quickly.

“The hell?! Why is she looking at me like that?!” The mare scowled in displeasure. “I didn’t do anything. But still she’s looking at me like a stallion looks at Playcolt magazines.” A memory of a young Twilight Sparkle walking in on her teenage brother looking at some rather questionable magazines flooded her mind, assisting with her mental comparison.

“Well you did save her from the hydra.” Stated Morality, Anger’s mouth opened to protest. “I know that I was the one who actually save her from death. However she wasn’t awake for that. All she witnessed was you defeating the evil creature trying to kill her. She's kinda like a baby duckling, she’s imprinted on you, sort of. Also I do in fact think that she is… she is… well… A major cunt-liking dyke.” Morality coughed heavily, it was hard to keep her other half out of a conversation for as long as she had. “Um… Yes. Precisely. And she is quite taken with you.” Anger’s eyes rolled.

“Great.” She moaned. “Not only do I have my fucked up sister who has no fucking clue what side of the spectrum she’s on but also a lesbian bitch who wants to fuck ME up the ass for saving hers. My life is just one piece of shit after another. I need to start keeping track.” She hung her head in boiling anger. “Fuck. Why me?! Creativity doesn’t have to deal with this kind of shit.”

“Hold still… Hold still!”

“I am holding still! How about you be a bit faster?!”

“I’m trying!”

“Try HARDER!”

“Ok, ok, ok. Hold on. Let me think.” Private Steadfast of the Equestrian Royal Guard to her highest majesty Princess Mittat solis dator concordiae dominatorem terrae Solaris (Princess Celestia for short) released the little rump that was attached to the fragment Creativity and stepped back a bit. It was quite the unfortunate situation. The mare was stuck in one of the many chimneys on the roof of the palace after trying to clean it. Steadfast sat on his own rump and began scratching his chin thinking. His glance fell upon the mare in the chimney, geez she’s got a cute butt… it must be soft as… Steadfast shook his head, throwing away such dirty thoughts.

“Um hello? Steadfast, get me out of here!” Creativity moaned. She was breathing rather heavy on the count that she had recently discovered she suffered from claustrophobia and did not like the small space she now occupied. Oh of all the fears to get from mother I get stuck with a fear of small places… it really sucks being a shadow. Creativity inhaled deeply and exhaled, just like the self-help books explained.

“Why the hell did you even take chimney duty?! Everypony knows that whoever does it gets stuck in at least one chimney. It almost a guarantee!” Steadfast barked at his master.

“Oh give me a break, how was I supposed to know? All I have to work with is Twilight’s memories and that ain’t much! No one had taken the job yet and they were offering better pay to anyone who did it. To me it seemed like a completely innocent and straightforward thing!” Creativity’s usually cool demeanor had fallen into rage, a rage that increased with each second she was in her small prison.

Steadfast sighed, then shook his head in realization. “Wait, you’re a unicorn! Just teleport yourself out with your magic!” The recruit smiled to himself, puffing out his armored white chest with pride. He was quite excited he had thought of something Creativity hadn’t. The fragment huffed.

“Ya don’t think I already tried that?!" Steadfast's ego evaporated. "I was originally stuck in that chimney!” Creativity’s calmness had returned, slightly, as she talked, pointing her right leg off to the side towards another chimney.

Great, Steadfast thought. Since the Changeling Invasion a little back, all of the castle’s old defenses had been reset to modern standards to avoid anything like that happening again. Poor Captain Armor, Steadfast’s mind wandered again, this time towards his superior. Shining Armor had to be put through vigorous tests upon his return from his honeymoon to ensure all of the Changeling Queen’s control had been severed. What hurt the Captain the most was that Celestia forbad him from assisting with the revamp of the castle defenses, which meant the task had fallen to General Duncan (who was not stationed in Canterlot at the time and suffered no injuries, unlike the rest of the Royal Guard Senior Staff). General Duncan had spared no expense and in no time at all the Canterlot Palace was the most beautiful super fortress in all of Equestria and her neighboring countries. Unfortunately, one of the laziest revamps was to that of the castle chimneys, which were enhance to become smaller in case an intruder tried to get in through them. The Canterlot nobles didn't feel like shelling out much money for the castle revamp and had given Duncan a set amount of money for the revisions and he was unable to fix the chimneys as he had wanted. Now the things closed on you whether you’re an intruder or trying to clean out the soot.

Creativity, tired of Steadfast’s daydreaming, shouted out to him. “HEY! Stop wasting time and get me outta here!” She really did hate small places.

“Alright, alright.” Steadfast moaned. He looked over her one more time. “Ok look. I’m going to go the kitchen, get some butter, and we’ll slide you out nice and gently ok?” He began to trot away towards the kitchen. Creativity became distressed.

“Wait what? No. No, no, no! Steadfast, do not leave me here. Steadfast, are you listening? Do not leave me alone in here!” She wiggled furiously in place, trying to escape.

“Calm down, I’ll just be a minute.” Steadfast called to her.

“No! No! No! I’m not staying her for another minute! That’s it. I’m blasting my way out.” She called back.

Steadfast’s ear’s perked and her ran over to her. “Creativity no! Calm down! Don’t blow anything up!” She was still wiggling. “Please Creativity don't! have some decency!” An awkward silence took hold. Steadfast’s eyes shifted back and forth, confused. Inside the chimney Creativity’s face suddenly scrunched up into an angry scowl.

“Decency?! SCREW DECENCY, I HAVE MAGIC!!!” Soon the chimney lit up with a yellow light from within. Steadfast’s pupils shrank and he tried desperately to escape the blast, spoiler alert: he didn’t. Far away at Canterlot’s front gate a single guard stood watch. At that moment he heard a small pop. He looked around curiously, trying to see what made it. When he couldn’t find the source he shrugged and went back to it.

“FREEDOM!!!” Creativity popped out of rubble and dust, a triumphant look on her face. Laughing a bit she looked around the dusty, rubble filled area. “Steadfast? Steadfast where are you?” She looked for the stallion but couldn’t see through the dust.

Suddenly a voice echoed out. “Creativity? Creativity help!”

The fragment peered over to an area that was already clearing from the dust. Her pupils shrank and her face became distraught as she beheld a large armored white buttocks sticking out of a nearby chimney, the armored legs flailed about aimlessly.

Creativity slapped her hoof to her face. “It’s gonna be a long day.”

Anger’s group had made it to a large opening in the mountains. There was a small stream nearby and plenty of vegetation to feast on. It was as good a place as any to sleep for the night and after two days of constant walking each of them wanted sleep. Anger walked up to inspect the vegetation. It better taste more appetizing than that shit in Everfree forest, Anger thought while looking over the possible food. Morality had gone towards some nearby trees with the intention of ripping off dead branches for firewood. We should burn the whole thing! Now that’d be a campfire! Morality rolled her eyes at these thoughts and began picking off dead branches, trying incredibly hard not to hurt the tree. After several minutes of gathering she inspected her pile and knew it was not enough for a proper fire. Looking up she could see more trees on a high cliff ledge, but there was no way she could reach it with her magic. She turned around to see Anger lapping up some water in the stream, with their new pegasus companion standing several feet away. An idea sparked in Morality’s mind. “Hey, hey Mute! Do you mind coming over here and assisting me with gathering firewood?”

The pegasus mare known as Mute turned to Morality. She could not tell the two her real name on the count that her vocal cords had been utterly wiped out by the hydra’s attack on her. To make things more complicated she refused to write her name in any form. This silence prompted Anger to declare that if she wanted to be mute that’s what they’d call her (it was meant as an insult but the mare had taken a liking to the name). She looked at Morality with a saddened expression and didn’t move an inch; instead she looked down to Anger still lapping up water.

Morality’s eyes rolled hard. “Oh for the love of…” She made a circling gesture in the air with her hoof to get Anger to say something. Anger looked at her and rolled her own eyes; this mare is really pissing me off.

“Geez, yes. Go help Morality. I’m not too keen on freezing my ass off tonight.” Anger said with a scowl. Mute’s face lit up and she flew over to Morality, eager to help. Morality explained what she wanted and the pegasus flew up and got to work knocking down tree branches.

Anger watched Mute for a bit, sitting down with the intent of resting a bit. Mute glided about effortlessly; she probably was a model with the way she was curved. Daydreaming about destroying Trixie, both verbally and physically, had grown old to Anger and her mind shifted elsewhere. Anger began to think about of all the reasons this strange hitchhiking mare could be attracted to her. Was Anger beautiful? No, she was scarred and dirty and her tail and mane were disgustingly short after being slashed off by the hydra. Was she nice to be around? No, she was rude, mean, and never let anyone near her without consequence. Was…Was Mute attracted to violent, rude mares? No. That…that couldn’t be. Who’d want to be attracted to someone who always was cruel to you and hit you whenever they felt like it? Anger’s mind flicked about, rudely downplaying herself and trying to figure Mute out. It was a hard process, Anger rarely thought about things throughly and it always gave her headaches eventually.

“Ugh,” The fragment sighed. “My brain is full of FUCK!” She closed her eyes and put her hooves to the sides of her head, a headache coming on. At that moment however her eyes flicked open and she ignored the pain in her brain. Noises. She heard noises. What were they from? …Stallions. Yes! Anger searched Twilight’s memories. She had heard stallions trotting on hard rock before and that was the sound! How many? Sixteen hooves clopping up and down. Ok, there were four of them. Size? Soft clopping… processing… soft, but they had a thump with them regardless. They were full grown stallions… and they were trying to be sneaky. It was a fool’s errand, trying to be sneaky against Anger. She was the most primal of her sisters and had the keen senses like the equines of old had, before they were a sapient species that used brain instead of instinct. Anger’s eyes shifted about. She was unable to see them, unable to smell them, they were good at every thing expect being quiet. Anger stood concentrated on the sounds, she did not see or hear Morality approach.

“Hey Anger we got all the wood we need for…” Was all Morality could muster before TWACK! Anger had done a complete 180 and slammed her left fore hoof right in the nose of Twilight’s morality. Pain shooting up all across her body, Morality could only grab her nose to stop the waterfall of blood that gushed out. Falling to her knees while still clutching her nose she could only look up at Anger with confusion.

“I-I… dammit Morality! You know not to sneak up on me! Why the hell would you even do that you idiot?!” Anger yelled, truly believing she was in the right. Mute, some way away picking at foliage, cringed when Anger’s loud yelling reached her ears.

Morality, sealing her wounded inner nose with magic, got up off the ground head still lowered. “It’s… It’s… I mean I know you didn’t… You didn’t mean to… I was stupid to… I should have… I should have…” Morality’s face contorted suddenly and she twitched. The fragment raised her head and revealed her face to be broken into one of unquestionable hatred. “The fuck am I saying?! This is your fault you stupid piece of shit! You just turned ‘round and sucker punched me in the nose! FUCK YOU! I’ve had to put up with your fucked up shit and that’s a lot of effort to be rewarded with a punch to the nose! You called ME fucked up?! Look in the goddamn fucking mirror you piece of fucked up stupidity! How about you grow the FUCK up and stop chasing after some dumb bitch who didn’t do jack-SHIT to you! FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR LITTLE REVENGE PLAN, you jacked up piece of SHIT!” Morality heaved and heaved, the exertion getting to her. Anger stood there, dumbfounded. Morality finally regained herself and instantly felt pangs of regret at what she had just said. “A-Anger I… I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have…” Morality’s apology was stopped by Anger’s hoof.

“T-There’s four stallions following us.” She blurted out, getting to the main point and pushing past the mushy crap. Morality’s eyed widened. The uncalled for attack all made sense know and she instantly forgave her sister for the deed, but this realization only made Morality’s moment of anger even more bitter. Anger continued. “I don’t expect them to attack us. From what I gathered they’re full grown but not all that muscular. Probably a scouting party.”

Morality’s guilt gave way to survival instincts. “So that means there’s more somewhere.” Anger nodded. “They’ll probably wait till nightfall to strike.” Anger nodded again. “Just like in Daring Do Book Ten: Night in the Menacing Manor.” The fragments recited at the same time. Anger felted shamed at referring to a fictitious book in a real life situation but with Twilight’s memories as her only source of information it was her only choice.

“One of us will keep watch. We’ll let Mute sleep.” Anger nodded to see if her sister understood. Morality nodded in response but was in fact confused. Why does Anger want Mute to have a full night’s sleep? Morality pondered.

I gotta stay up as long as possible and think all this through. Anger’s own thoughts wandered. She had looked over to Mute as she returned, a large amount of delicious foliage in her possession. She nudged a large chunk over to Anger and gave the rest to Morality and stepped off to the side. It sickened Morality that she was so willing to starve herself for their benefit. Anger lapped all the vegetation up at once and made off to start the fire. Morality split and her ration in half and gave it to Mute, smiling widely but with that you-will-not-convince-me-so-just-eat-the-damn-food look in her eye. Mute obliged. After she'd finished the two set off to assist Anger.

The brisk night air was as cold as ever in the mountains, luckily Morality was lying next to the warming flames of their campfire. It was her second shift as lookout, but she didn’t mind as much as one would think when having their sleep interrupted. If anything she wished she had had more food (After all she always dined for two). Her thoughts travelled away from her rumbling belly and over the shifting form of Anger. Morality could tell her sister was having a nightmare, she always had nightmares. Grunting and tossing about, the anger fragment found no comfort in any position. Their pegasus companion was awoken by this and slid over to Anger, going in for a comforting cuddle, only to be smacked away by the fragment.

Morality felt impressed, and confused, when she went in for another attempt and had succeeded! She wrapped her forelegs around Anger’s waist and held her gently, like a true lover. Anger backlashed once and when that had failed to scare the intruding mare off she submitted, wrapping her own forelegs around Mute’s waist. Morality smiled sisterly as Anger stopped fidgeting and relaxed in the grip of the pegasus. Morality’s smile vanished into seriousness. Why? She wondered, Why is she accepting Mute? Anger is supposed to feel only that: Anger. Yet she almost looked sorry after she hit me, she’s quickly taken a responsibility for Mute, and now they’re cuddling together! Morality rubbed her head with both hooves. I wish Logic were here… she’d explain what’s happening. It’s like we’re losing ourselves, what we are. I don’t get it. Poor Morality, lost in thought. She had no clue about the stealthy stallion creeping up behind her. Before the mare could react at all a cloth was thrown over her muzzle and forcibly held there. Morality could instantly smell the knockout drug that had been dipped into the rag. The world became blurry and unfocused. She tried desperately to hold on but it was impossible, she’d gotten quite the whiff of the drug and she eyelids slowly closed, her existence faded to black.

Morality’s world rushed back to her in a mess of fuzzy environments, amplified sounds, and a crick in her neck. She looked around; she was still at the campsite. She turned to see Anger where she had been last night, though her current position of sleep confirmed she had be drugged too. Using a quick healing spell, the pain in Morality’s head vanished. She got up on all fours and wobbled comically over to her sister.

“Anger. Anger. ANGER!” She yelled… and was met with a hoof to the chin. Anger sprang up onto all fours, alert and ready to defend herself. As she peered around and saw no enemies she turned to see what she had just hit… oh shit. “What is with you and PUNCHING ME?!” Morality blurted out, holding her nose yet again.

“You’re too touchy touchy.” Anger stated blandly. She surveyed the campsite yet again. “Huh… We’re still here… Despite the fact they drugged us and had us where they wanted us.” Anger perked up instantly. “Well, good enough for me! Let’s go Morality. This attack of theirs was a wasteful bust of stupidity.” Anger turned to the nearest exit from the clearing.

“Wait! Anger!” Morality cried out. “Where is Mute?” Anger stopped and looked around. Twas true. The white coat, blue manned pegasus was nowhere to be found. Morality’s face became one of horror. “They-They must have taken her!” She trotted in place frantically. “Anger, we must go! We must go and find her!” Fear for their companion wracked Morality’s good-natured heart.

“No.” Was Anger’s response.

“Wh-What?! B-But Anger we can not just leave her in the hooves of whoever attacked us last night!” Morality retorted angrily.

“Sure we can. She wasn’t too much help and running off to save her will waste time tracking that bitch Trixie. We… I don’t need her!” Anger replied. It seemed that last night Anger had made up her mind: it was stupid and dangerous to let anyone close to her and she was better off without the headache. The worry on Morality’s face worsened as Anger walked began walking away.

No, no, no! Come on Morality think fast!!! ……………………………AN IDEA! Morality sat on the nearest rock and adopted a neutral, pouting expression while looking around seemingly aimlessly. “Oh I get it Anger, it’s okay. I can understand how you’d be afraid to face them.” Morality cooed coyly. Anger stopped dead in her tracks. Bingo! Morality continued. “You know I’m glad you’re letting this go, it shows progress! I mean if I were you I’d be furious that they had been stalking us.” Anger twitched a bit. “And then they attack us while our backs were turned! Geez, we fell so easily.” Anger was shaking. “Personally I’m just happy they didn’t have their way with us. I mean really, we were out for so long! They could have easily…”

“THAT’S IT! WE’RE FINDING THESE ASSHOLES!” Anger seethed from the mouth. Morality knew she had thrown dynamite into a volcano, but what the hell let’s throw more!

“Oh no we couldn’t! Like you just said Anger dearest, it would be such a detour from your plan… You know now that I think about it, they stole from you too, if you count Mute in some way…”

“WE ARE GOING TO FIND AND BREAK THEM!” Anger was pressed against Morality’s face, fizzle and spittle coming from her mouth.

Morality rolled her eyes coyly. “Well if you insist dear sister, I suppose we can search for them.” It’s too easy sometimes. Morality thought.

The mention of having to actually search deflated Anger’s temper. “Wait… we’ve no idea where they are! There aren’t any tracks either! How the hell are we supposed to find them?!” Anger temper rose again.

Morality smiled. “I’m glad you asked. You see, despite your insistence on her uselessness, Mute has all but left us quite the trail of bread crumbs.” Morality pointed off to the right and Anger followed her hoof with her eyes. They landed right on a small bloodstain on the ground, unnoticeable unless you looked for it. Anger looked closer and saw that little blots decorated the ground, eventually spiraling out into a neat little path.

Anger smiled devilishly.

The stallion know as Pickpocket held his snout, wincing at the pain. He’d been the one chosen to show the main group to where the travellers had settled and was chosen on the spot to knockout the white pegasus of the group. What the stallion hadn’t anticipated was the mare’s resistance: she’d bucked him in the nose! It had been bleeding for hours before he could finally get it to stop. Geez that mare’s got a kick! He concluded after yet more pain.

“Well boys? What have ya got for me?” All the nine stallion heads present in the main room of their wooden hideout in the mountains turned to the voice. It was their enigmatic leader: Brand Hoof. He was a big thing: all grey with a jet-black tail and mane to boot. His muscles were the sizes of a regular pony’s head and his hooves where massive, Frisbee sized at least!

“Ooo, ooo!” A brown stallion bounced up and down. Struggling a bit to get the squirming form in front of his boss the stallion finally threw the captured mare to the right position and took off the sack over her head, revealing a gagged and frightened Mute underneath. “Here you go boss! Just like you asked.” The brown stallion stood straight up with hubris.

Brand Hoof scratched the thick black stubble on his chin. “The scouting party said there were three of ‘em.” His tone was not irritated, but clearly confused.

“The other two were unicorns sir.” A maroon stallion towards the back blurted out.

Brand’s eyes widened. “HA! Who says ya can’t get good help these days!” He nodded approvingly to his crew; they liked it when he did that. “Unicorns are too difficult to control, with that magic they got. And seeing how we don’t have any of our own unicorns or any anti-magic inhibitors it’s an unfortunate series of events just waiting to happen! Good on you boys for remembering that staff meeting we had!” Brand laughed heartily, the others joined in eagerly.

Mute looked around, her hazel eyes visibly frightened. Brand Hoof saw this and placed one of his massive hooves under her chin and lifted her face up to look at his. “Aw don’t be scared now, we ain’t gonna hurt ya. You see here’s what’s happening: ponies, and other species believe it or not, outside of Equestria get real lonely sometimes. They just need a proper bed buddy to… relieve stresses of the day.” Mute’s eyes widened as she put two and two together. “That’s where we come in! We provide mares and stallions to those particular unfortunates and get paid handsomely for it, while our clientele gets companionship and love. Now I know what we do may seem a little evil, but its simply business my dear nothing more.” The other stallions nodded in agreement. Their boss was so good at explaining their line of work to others. Brand Hoof bent down and removed the gag from Mute in preparation for part two of what this group of slavers called ‘the job interview’.

“Now listen very good now little one, as much as it pains me to have to subject you to such things, we have to make sure that you do your job well. After all that big scar on your chest takes away overall beauty points from ya, and that's not good. While I myself believe it adds character and a bit of an exotic touch to you, many of our buyers won't like it." The slavers nodded, Mute was pretty and that scar was actually pretty hot to them, but the clients came first. "My business prides itself on quality!” Brand Hoof sat down in a previously unseen large chair behind himself. Splaying out on his back to reveal his… private area, he snickered some. “So please, show us what you can do.” Mute couldn’t believe this was happening. This stallion wanted her to blow him right in front of nine others! She wanted to get out of here so very badly (Then again, who wouldn’t?). She wished that she was home, or with Anger, anywhere else. Mute resisted, shaking her head and going nowhere near the already hardening sex of this slaver. The others stallions advanced on her with a simply one step, a clear gesture that she wasn’t getting out of this. Brand Hoof gave her a kind face and a gesture to begin and, with all do reluctance, Mute opened her mouth to engulf the stallion’s cock, hardened to its fullest thanks to previous self-foreplay with its owner. Brand Hoof moaned instantly, but recomposed himself to deal with an issue that had to be dealt with before it got out of hoof. “Listen boys: I know that what’s about to happen gives a lot of ya stiffies but please, hold off the jerking until you get to your own bedroom! Last thing I want to do is assign somepony to clean your sex spunk from the floor!”

Several stallions moaned with displeasure, many more burst out laughing. They could always count on their boss for a good laugh, even when he was working. Mute didn’t know what was worse: that she was being forced to give a blowjob to some random slaver pony or that he and his fellows were so casual about all this. They were talking about selling ponies into sexual slavery like they were foals with trading cards! Mute had gotten all of the cock she could into her mouth and began to skillfully (and by that I mean improvising, she’d never done this before) licking the meat rod, lapping up some precum in the process.

The laughter of the group of stallions hadn’t dulled in the last minutes. Pickpocket had been especially affected by his boss’s humor. Shaking his head in laughter his eyes suddenly widened. The stallion turned his head to a window near the front of their home… Huh, the stallion wondered, I coulda sworn I just saw something there. Staring at the window for another second or two he finally decided it was nothing and turned his head back to the spectacle at the other end of the room, just in time to miss a purple head come up to the window, stay there for a second, and come back down.

Outside the hideout, two purple mares had discovered an innovative way to reach a window. “Well?” Anger grunted. “What’s going on?” The anger fragment heaved her rump into the air, sending her sister flying up towards the window.

“Ok. There are ten of the them.” Back down, then up. “Their watching who I think is the boss of all this.” Down, then up. “I see Mute. She’s… oh my.” Down and up.

“She’s what? What’s happening?!” Anger questioned.

“Um, well… you see…” Morality couldn’t phrase it.

Anger, tired of games, heaved her sister up one more time… then stepped out of the way, causing Morality to land with a thump. “What are they making her do?” Anger hissed. Morality was a prudent mare by all accounts. As such the actions taking place inside were rather distressing to her. Trying several times and failing each one, she gestured Anger close and whispered in her ear. The fragment’s face contorted. “THEY’RE DEAD.” She hissed, breaking from Morality and stomping towards the door.

“No Anger don’t! You’re no match for ten stallions! Please listen! Try to think!” She began to shuffle over to her sister, full with intentions to stop her suicidal headstrongness. TWACK! Morality was on the ground, holding her now bleeding nose. “OW!! WHAT IS WITH YOU AND BREAKING MY NASAL CAVITIES?!” She tried to scream as softly as possible. Anger didn’t care, she just put her hoof up to the door.

Penny Worth, the youngest of the slavers, was far enough back to hear the subtle knocking. With pure, stupid ignorance he went to open the door. SLAM! CRACK! SQUISH! The door crushed the stallion as Anger mowed it down, creaking his bones and causing blood to spurt out in various directions (it was a light door but Anger had turned into a freight train). The remaining stallions and Mute turned to see Anger in the doorway over their fallen comrade; she nearly foamed at the mouth.

“Give. Me. Mute back. NOW!” She hissed.

Brand Hoof looked at Anger for a moment, then broke out laughing. “HA! So this is one of our newest sales companions. Sorry little lady but she’s not with you anymore.” He motioned to Mute, tapping her upside the head rather harshly to let her know she wasn’t finished. Tears in her eyes, Mute began to once again suckle the stallion’s cock. Brand Hoof looked back up with a smirk, then motioned to his men and wasted no time. “Get her.”

Every stallion in the room pounced on Anger, who desperately tried to repel their superior numbers. Her hoof pelted the nearest attacker dead center in the face, sending him flying. A larger attacker was battered with a savage magical blast to the chest. She was able to magically head-butt one more before they finally toppled her and pinned her to the floor. Without a plan or good tactical ability, Anger’s rescue mission was over in less than a minute. She had only killed two in the whole ordeal: The stallion at the door and the one she’d head-butted, the magic had fried his brains to mush. Anger couldn’t believe it. It could be over… IT COULDN’T! Her end wasn’t here!

Brand Hoof laughed. “Well… that was sure quick. That’s what you get for…for…” The stallion tensed up. He had forced Mute to continue pleasing him and he had reached his limit (Not like he was holding back, he wanted Mute's 'interview' over as soon as possible). Unable to hold on anymore, and because what better insult to Anger’s defeat, he finally let go in a gush of primal male biology. Anger’s eyes widened in shock as Brand’s cock filled Mute’s mouth with a nearly endless supply of his white seed. Mute couldn’t hold all of the warm sticky substance in her mouth and it slid its way out and onto her lower muzzle and Brand’s pelvis. Brand’s hooves kept Mute’s head in place, ensuring she received every drop of his seed. When his cock finally stopped releasing its load he let her go. Mute’s head instantly went to the side and she puked out as much semen as she could, there was no way she was swallowing it! Brand Hoof laughed at the display, she’d get used to it after awhile he knew that for certain.

What Brand Hoof had not known, but soon would, was that Anger’s sapience had snapped. All the intelligence Anger had from her mother was gone, replaced with hatred. All that was left was anger, anger directed at Brand Hoof. Red sparks began to fizz and crackle around her body and horn. With each passing second it became worse. Soon the seven stallions holding her down looked down with horrified awe. Morality jumped into the doorway.

“Never fear Anger! I’ve fixed my nose bleed and I’m here to…” She looked down to see Anger’s body begin to have spasms. Morality began walking out. “Umm… right. I’m just gonna… I just gonna hide behind that rock… over there…” She darted for the nearest cover.

Anger’s eyelids flung open, revealing the eyes beneath them to be completely engulfed in a red light. She had done it. She had crossed the the line and broke the one rule that even the most black-hearted unicorns followed. It was simple: never give in to your anger completely. Magic is by itself powerful, but when infused with a powerful and unstable emotion like anger of its user magic was deadlier than an atom bomb to all around it, and Anger's hatred was impossible to control. Brand Hoof and his men, all earth ponies, had no clue about this rule. Before Brand Hoof or any of his fellow could even muster ‘what the…’ Anger sent out a magical pulse that destroyed the hideout’s wall and roof and cleared the fragment’s personal space of the seven stallions. Two of the unfortunate blokes were impaled onto debris, their dying breaths strained and painful as large pieces of wood and rock jutted out from their chests. Two had been thrown out to the front of the hideout. Getting up almost instantly and giving each other a horrified stare they bolted away from the scene, knowing it to be their only chance. The remaining three were thrown in front of Anger, who didn’t even give them a chance. The fragment pulled a stone support beam out of the ground with pure magical might and pieced one of the stallions in the chest, killing him instantly. The other had their necks sliced by magic and they were left to bleed out and die. Anger walked past her destruction and faced Brand Hoof. The slaver’s boss was too big to be thrown about like a ragdoll and snorted in anger, furious at the death of his beloved friends and co-workers.

“You…You BITCH! You’ll pay for that! I swear it!” And with that Brand hoof charged Anger, who could only happily oblige the challenge. Anger charged at Brand Hoof, a scowl plastered on her face. Before the two collided however Anger tripped herself, resulting in a slide that passed her right under Brand Hoof and into striking range. The stallion’s eyes widened in pain as blood and semen littered the floor in a rushed splatter. After coming to a complete stop Anger hopped up and turned to Brand Hoof, who was clutching his now non-existent private area. “You…you bitch. You cut off my… my…” He couldn’t even get the words out, who the hell cuts off a stallion’s privates during a battle?

“That’s the least of your worries you disgusting pig.” Anger yelled, her speech sounded like the royal Canterlot voice. At the end of her sentence Anger charged up all her magic, and I mean ALL of it, and sent it rushing forth towards Brand Hoof. The last sounds ever uttered by that lowlife slaver where screams of agony as everything down to the atoms in his cells were disintegrated by Anger's magic. Everything became eerily still.

Morality’s head popped out comically from behind her hidey rock. Dead seven stallion corpses littered the destroyed building; all that remained was Anger in the center of what had once been a building (Mute had been knocked behind Brand Hoof’s large chair). Anger was literally steaming; light magical red smoke billowed from her body as she panted heavily from the exhaustion of all her magic. Mute, frightened senseless, finally summoned the courage to step out from her hiding place. When she was three feet away from Anger the fragment turned around and stared her down. Mute winced, believing Anger about to attack her. Instead Anger stomped up to her, threw her hooves onto her shoulders and madly kissed her.

“Whoa.” Morality stated as she stepped out from her cover, her voice a blend of both sides of her psyche.

Anger kissed Mute in every spot possible on her face and mouth, even going to lick Brand Hoof’s semen off of her face and out of her mouth, replacing it with her own spittle.

“You know… I don’t swing their way but I find this incredibly hot…” Morality was so surprised by what she saw she didn't even notice her darker side had returned from its day long hiatus.

Anger and Mute broke the hot kiss and stared into each other’s eyes. “You’re mine, and no one else’s!” Anger blurted out. Mute nodded happily and they continued the kiss, Anger wrapping her forelegs around Mute's waist while the pegasus flung her own legs over Anger's shoulders.

“Wait a minute… Oh son of a bitch! We aren’t going to get any sleep now! I can already hear those two making nasty sex noises at night… Dammit.” Morality got over the scene her sister was making and finally realized her dark side was back. She retorted quite happily. “Well it seems you’re back. Blast, I was just getting used to the quiet. HAHA! You know it! I’m back, fully rested, and ready to set shit on fire!!” Morality laughed. “Aha ha! What is with you and wanting to do that? I swear you have a one track mind.” Chuckling some more Morality looked at Anger and Mute, now looking at each lovingly. All Morality could do was smile happily at her sister for finally making some progress with becoming more social (kinda). What a happy ending… despite the destroyed building, the eight dead stallions, and the fact that one of their little group was kidnapped and forced to give a sex slaver a blowjob.

Other than that… Such a happy ending.

Miles away from the love and destruction sat the fragment Logic. Reading a very large tome on the couch of the Ponyville library’s main room she seemed engulfed in her work. This changed when the fragment lowered her reading tome slightly and looked around for any signs of life. Seeing none, her eyes shifted to a bag settled on the end table next to the couch on the left side. Darting her eyes about one more time she used her magic to grab a small object from the bag and hid it and her face behind the tome.

At that every moment Spike appeared from the kitchen. “Hey Logic I wanted to ask you something!” He cried.

Logic jumped at the sound of his voice and hastily put the tome to the side and brushed off her mouth with a foreleg. “Umm… yes Spike. Is there something you need?”

Spike was not oblivious to Logic’s frantic cover-up, but he’d learned long ago it was better not to ask. “Yeah I got another question about, you know, you and the other fragments.” The dragon spoke sheepishly, not knowing if this was a sensitive subject for Logic. It wasn’t.

“Of course Spike! You may ask me anything, you know that.” Logic relayed happily but keeping her neutral face. Spike had already asked Logic much about the fragments, it seemed as if his interest in them had no limits though his reasons were undoubtable.

Despite the warm response the dragon spoke cautiously. “Well I was wondering about Courage, about how heroic she was...I mean heck she was willing to sacrifice herself for Twilight.” Logic cocked an eye, Spike caught right up on it. “I know that ponies usually associate courage with heroism but you can be brave and evil at the same time, its not unheard of. Not only that but her heroism seemed more natural, not an ideal that was drilled into her head at birth.” Spike looked at the floor.

Logic chuckled, still no smile. “Well Spike I must say, you are just as smart and inspecting as Twilight Sparkle is.”

Spike laughed. “Yeah I know don’t remind me. You can’t really stay Twilight’s #1 assistant without some of her rubbing off on you.” The dragon’s mood was uplifted by this light banter.

“True enough.” Logic stated. “As to your question it is quite simple: we are foals.” Spike’s head went back a little, confused. Logic continued. “You see Spike, no matter how hard one may try, our environment and those we interact with will always affect our own personality. Foals learn by seeing and repeating and like them fragments do the same to an extent. Nothing can ever stay completely pure and so we begin to diverge from our original ideal and become more like average ponies. We develop… quirks I guess you could call them.”

Spike nodded in understanding. “Oh… so you mean like you cupcake thing?”

Logic’s eyes widened and her pupils shrank to small dots. She instantly grabbed the end table bag with magic and held it close her. “IT IS NOT A THING! IT IS A PERFECTLY REASONABLE ADMIRATION FOR THE DELICIOUS CONFECTIONARY BAKED GOOD! BESIDES I LIKE MORE THAN JUST THE CUPCAKES!” Logic’s chest heaved back and forth, not used to such yelling. When she looked at Spike’s confused look she whimpered like a puppy. “Please do not tell the others… especially Pinkamena.” Spike gave an are-you-serious look but this caused Logic to whimper again. Finally Spike’s eyes rolled and he nodded, calming the fragment down.

“So…” He pondered. “What kind of quirks would a fragment like Creativity or Anger develop?” He asked.

Logic chuckled to herself; very aware (thanks to Curiosity) that Creativity’s quirk had become claustrophobia. She deserves it, Logic thought. Recomposing herself, she answered his question. “Well… negative emotion fragments will most likely find something that is the exact opposite of their psyche, a kind of balancing act. So Anger will probably develop a quirk that can calm her down or makes her get away from the hatred. It is hard to tell sometimes, we are as unpredictable as any other pony.”

Spike nodded in understanding. He was happily Logic simplified things for him. “Thanks Logic that had been bugging me for a bit.” Logic nodded respectfully. Confirming their conversation was done Spike made his way to the door.

Logic’s eyebrow cocked. “Where are you going?” She inquired.

“Over to Rarity’s.” Spike stated. “She wants me to help her dig for gems again.”

“Very well.” Logic replied. “Just make sure you are back before dark and stay out of trouble… we have had enough of it this past week.” Spike nodded and headed out the door, making sure to close it quietly as was Twilight’s preference.

Logic waited for a bit with bated breath, leaning over the side of the couch staring at the door. When she was sure Spike was gone she pulled out the copy of Cupcakes: A History from its hiding place. Reading from where she had left off she quickly scanned the rest of her current chapter. “Blast it all! Not in this chapter either” She groaned, lying on her back while keeping the book magically levitated above her. “How are you able to make such irresistibly delectable baked goods Pinkamena?!” Logic gritted her teeth hard. “I will discover your secret to irresistible confections Pinkamena! I swear I shall!” With that decree escaping her mouth, Logic began to study hard once again.