In life some wish to strive to be better and make our loved ones proud however to others we prefers

You were sitting in your room no longer tired from your adventure in Fantasionia. Even so, you were worried you had a new problem as you think back to what happened on the same day you got back to Equestria.

It was unexpected that Sapphire Shores, one of the biggest celebrities in the Equestrian music business, came to your house with the intention of putting her career on hold so she and Sonic could stay with you. Of course you didn’t refuse, but you were naturally curious why the pony of pop was suddenly taking a break from music and wouldn’t even tell you why.

Now you adored the mother of your 4-year old son, so you decided questions could wait. It wasn’t every day that you could spend time with little Sonic. From your bed you watched the happy toddler was smitten as he played around with your pet wolf, Hehwuti. You had to keep a close eye on them—Even though Hehwuti was gentle, you had to observe for any warnings that she was about to bite.

She rolled onto her back as you reached down to rub her belly. The silly thing was panting happily, which got you to smile because of the bond you shared with the wolf. Even though you weren’t the man who saved her as a cub, you were glad she thought of you as part of her pack.

Her cubs were indeed a handful, but thanks to Honey and Cherry, who both had experience in handling puppies, you didn’t suffer any more headaches from these little rascals.

You knew beforehand as Night and the pup who she named “King”, have been keeping each other company. You were indeed amazed, as this pup out of the rest, had a fierce look for his age. A look fit for a king, hence his name. You had a feeling he would protect little Night with all of his power.

You sighed a bit as Hehwuti stood up and looked at the door with Sonic riding on her back.

“Daddy... Are you in here?” a gentle voice echoed as a small figure entered the room. You looked at Night, knowing she was here to check on both you and Sonic.

You smiled as you told her to come over. She did as she was told, and decided to join her brother on Hehwuti’s back. Because of your daughter’s small frame Hehwuti had no issue carrying her, and you smiled at the adorable sight.

“Daddy, is Sonic going to stay...? Please tell me he’s staying,” she begged.

“I can’t make any promises sweetheart,” you sighed as you lifted Night off of Hehwuti’s back so she could sit next to you on the bed.

She gave you the saddest puppy dog eyes, and you did your best to console her by patting her head. “It’s up to his mommy. I’m doing my best to keep both of them here so we don’t have to separate,” you reassured her before Sonic joined the conversation.

“Why is Mommy acting weird?” he asked. You lifted him off of Hehwuti’s back as well and kissed him on the head.

“It seems Mommy is having some trouble. That’s why Daddy is here to help,” you said, trying to use words a toddler would understand. “Did something happen?”

Sonic looked away as he dug his tiny fingers into your arm. You didn’t know what was haunting your foal, and least not yet, but it was clear that he had gone through something rather eventful. Sonic didn’t move his head, but you could see tears streaming down his face.

“Daddy... don’t be... Don’t be mad at Mommy...” he sobbed in your arms as you gently rocked him back and forth.

“What? Why would you say that?” you asked.

As you comforted your foal, he began to explain what happened before they came to Ponyville. You learned that a few days ago while they were staying at one of the largest hotels in Equestria, a random stallion paid a visit to their room. Sonic said he didn’t know who it was, as he never saw the stranger’s face, but he knew it was a stallion because of his deep voice.

The voices between his mother and the stallion grew louder as the former told her rude guest to leave. After that was a bunch of gibberish words that Sonic couldn’t understand, but the tone scared him nonetheless.

The poor colt had spent almost all night under his bed covering his ears as the screaming match between Sapphire and the unknown stallion seemed to last for hours before the stallion left. The morning after he and Sapphire packed their things and left for your house. Ever since then, he’s been scared of ponies shouting and he feared you and Sapphire would scream as loud as she and the stallion did.

“Listen Sonic. No matter what happens, I love you and your mommy with all my heart. Same goes for everypony that is living in this home. I will NEVER do anything to scare you and your brothers and sisters.” You give a comforting smile as you let him cry on your shoulder.

You spent a good deal of the day comforting your little one before you instructed Honey to take over so you could have a little talk with a certain diva mother. It didn’t take long, as you found her sitting in your office. You pretty much anypony (minus the little ones, as it’s not a playroom) use your office for some peace and quiet or to get some work done.

Sitting at your desk writing, the pop star heard you come, but didn’t look up from her paperwork as you came closer. You crossed your arms as you waited for a response.

“I take it you aren’t happy?”

“Oh, what gave you that idea?” you shot back equally sarcastic.

Sapphire finally looked up at you. “Darling... I’ve got a lot on my plate right now, and it would be nice if I could have a little less attitude.”

“Attitude?” you challenged and placed both hands on the desk. Leaning close you kept a neutral look in your eyes. “You know... you failed to mention what happened before you suddenly showed up.”

She places the pen down as she stares up at you. “Now darling... I’m as patient as the next mare, but that’s not important, nor any of your concern.”

“Really now? So opting not to tell me how you and some stallion had a screaming match that scared our son to the point that he’s afraid we might get into a fight is NOT important?” you clarified, giving her the proof that Sonic told you what happened.

Sapphire began to take a few breaths as she wasn’t enjoying the tone you were using with her. Then again, she knew you of all ponies, or people, hate being lied to... And that you especially hate when something bad happens to her and your foal. She tried to stay calm as she stood up from the seat.

“Listen baby... I’ve got this under control, so could you please just leave me be?”

You shake your head. “Sapphire if there is something wrong that’s going on you can tell me”

Sapphire rolled her eyes, which didn’t do much for your irritation. “Last time I did that I got stabbed in the back. Sorry honey, but I can’t fill you in.”

“Do you hear yourself Sapphire?” you groaned. “You’re acting like a child.”

“I’m doing what’s best for-” She suddenly stopped.

“Doing what’s best for who? Sonic?” you asked. You became especially concerned when you saw tears fall down her cheeks. “What happened to you?”

You walked over to Sapphire, both arms ready for a hug, but you didn’t get one. Instead, you were given a hard slap right across your right cheek. You had been slapped before, but it’s WHO just slapped you that really hurt.

“D-Darling... I-I’m so sorry...” she sobbed, feeling even worse now. “Please just leave me alone...”

You didn’t pressure her any further, as you were able to sympathize and realize that she needed time to think this through. You let out a small sigh as you leave her to finish her documents in peace.3

“Honey... Before I leave, you should know it’s not in my nature to give up... And I’d hate to find out what’s going on the hard way...” you leave her alone as Sapphire wiped her tears away.

“I’m... sorry...” she choked out before she went back to work.

You took a walk back to a random part of the house before you ended up losing control of all this anger you’ve been building up. As gently as you could in this state, you let your maids know about how the new hole you made in the wall would need to be repaired. Frankly, it was embarrassing, as they looked at you like you had lost your mind.

‘Dammit... Now they think I’m a psychopath...’ you sighed. Going back to your room and collapsing on the bed, you allowed Hehwuti, who could sense your tension, join you on the bed. Because of the compassionate wolf’s presence, you managed to crack a smile as she pressed her nose against your face. You returned the affection by petting Hehwuti’s head as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t suppose you could give me any advice, could you?” you asked.

Though Hehwuti wasn’t a creature of words, she was still a creature of comfort, and she gave you a couple of playful licks on the face. You laughed a bit as your silly friend laid beside you so you could continue to pet her head.

“I figured as much,” you chuckled before getting up to look out the window.

“So there’s a saying I once heard... If you can’t break the truth out…. Sometimes seeking it may be your best option.”

*next day*

The ride to Las Pegasus was indeed a quiet and lonely ride, but for the sake of the truth you had to go alone. After forcing yourself to lie to your family that you had another out of town massage, as well as letting your bosses know where you were going, you packed up and left for Las Pegasus. Though the trip was long as usual, you were glad to come to this city of lights.

Of course, you kept in mind that you didn’t come here to take a vacation. There was something very corrupt happening in this seemingly marvelous city.

Your first task was finding the casino Sapphire Shores was staying at when that stallion came to see her. Unlike during your last visit, you at least remembered the name of the casino and you eventually found it. You walked towards the receptionist who greeted you with a smile and warmful greeting.

“Why hello, Your Highness. If you’re here to see Sapphire Shores, I’m afraid sh-”

You cut her off. “I know madam. I came for another reason,” you said with a stern tone.

Both receptionists looked at you with questionable looks.

“How can we help you then?”

You leaned in close to try and muffle your voice so you wouldn’t draw unwanted attention. “I want to know if anypony besides me or family came to visit Sapphire. More specifically a few days ago.”

Both receptionists looked at each other then back at you. “Is there a problem with Sapphire? Is she in trouble?” the first receptionist asked with concern.

You gripped your fist behind your back. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. What do you ladies know?”

“Look...” she said, biting her lip hard enough that it bled, “...I love Sapphire Shores and care for her and her little foal and if anything has happened, she made me swear not to speak...”

You leaned in closer. “All the more reason to break that promise. What happened?”

“A stallion... Probably middle-aged. Dark orange fur with a silver mane. Wore a pricey black suit with a maroon colored tie.”

You paid attention to the description of the stallion as much as possible. The receptionist started about how she remembered that the stallion was so vile and despicable both inside and out. The way he looked at her made her want to leave as he came looking for Sapphire.

“What happened after that?”

Her ears flattened, and you could tell the mare was ashamed. “I didn’t have much of a choice. He threatened... to have me fired if I refused to tell him where Sapphire’s room was.”

“How could he do that?”

She sighed and wiped a tear away. “Somehow... he found out I’m in debt for my college expenses and he vowed to ruin... my chances for my lawyer degree.”

“So what happened after that?” you asked.

“About half an hour after he went up to Saphire’s room, he came back down absolutely furious. You should have seen him. Tossing stuff, kicking furniture over the bucker, and he even went as far as clocking our poor janitor right in the face before leaving. We’ve yet to hear from the police about his arrest.”

You took in as much of this needed information as you could, trying to visualize the stallion’s look. You asked if he had any features that would make him stand out, but the receptionist couldn’t say any more since she didn’t even want to remember the horrible stallion who came in here and threatened her future. Just when hope was lost, another chance came through.

“Actually... I drew a picture of him for the police,” the second receptionist spoke up. You and her co-worker watched as she went over to one of the drawers and pulled out a sketchbook. Flipping through it, she found what she was looking for in just a few seconds.

Looking at the sketch, you were impressed by the detail. It looked as though she traced on a photo and got every last detail from the wrinkles, to how his hair was, and even the detail in his eyes.

She blushed that you were paying such close attention to the picture. “I took some art classes back in high school. Is... Is it good?” she asked.

With a smile, you pulled a bag of bits and handed it to her. “It’s better than good. It’s breathtaking. Keep it every last bit in that bag. And you...” you pointed out to her co-worker. “How much is your tuition?”

She turned to her fellow receptionist, who couldn’t stop thanking you for the generous pay. She was still in shock, but she managed to hear your question and replied, “Um... 400,000 bits.”

You quickly pulled out a checkbook and wrote down the amount of bits. Signing it you handed it to the receptionist before taking your leave. “Thank you for your services. Goodbye.”

The receptionist with dreams of being a lawyer, stared at the check you had given her. For a minute, her colleague actually thought her co-worker’s eyes would pop out of her skull after she saw the amount of money you handed to her. On the bottom, you ended up writing ‘follow your dreams’ down below.

The walk to the police station didn’t take that long, and through some persuasion, you were able to meet with a detective. Detective Buckle Gear, a royal guard veteran who has been a detective for the past 9 years. He’s known the city of Las Pegasus since he was a colt—He knows what the worst streets are like, and has seen just about every kind of evil that roams around in the shadows.

You were glad that you were able to get an experienced detective to help you at such short notice. However, when you showed him the picture the receptionist drew, it didn’t take long for Buckle to recognize the stallion.

“Shit...! After all these years, the rat mother-bucker finally shows his scrawny self...”

He hung up the photo before going through his desk to get out a large file.

“His name is Crimson Brooch. And let me tell you, this bastard is FAR from a petty criminal.”

Detective Buckle handed the file over to you so you could see for yourself. For a single stallion, this was quite a lengthy record. You read how Brooch was convicted of arson and petty theft when he was only 8-years old. By the time he was a teenager his crimes extended to breaking and entering, to assault with a deadly weapon, and he was even a suspect of a homeless stallion’s murder in the streets.

Detective Buckle chuckled as you read this all out loud—Crimson really took it up a notch after he turned 18. “Trust me, a file can only tell you so much. Reliable rumors are spreading that on the streets in practically every city in Equestria, he’s upped the ante by becoming an arms dealer as well as warlord in the drug trade. Celestia knows what he’ll be doing next.”

You closed the file. “Why wasn’t he brought in?”

Detective Buckle groaned, as if he had been asked this question a hundred times. “Because every time we try, he ends up walking away. Any witnesses we managed to find either ran for the hills, ended up dead, or disappeared without a trace. Without any evidence or witnesses, we are left with squat.”

He went through his desk and pulled out a couple of glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Pouring a glass, he handed you the cup before pouring some for himself.

“To make a long story short, he’s got all the powerful figures in his pockets. Even if Crimson murders someone the cops’ll turn a blind eye. That has to change.”

You looked down at the glass as you took a swig. “Do you know what his relationship with Sapphire Shores is?” you asked.

“The Queen of Pop...?” Buckle met your question with one of his own. “The bastard is as old as me, maybe older. I’m in my 50’s. Even if that girl is looking for stallions with bits, she knows better than to affiliate with the likes of Brooch.”

You shook your head, glad she wasn’t involved with Crimson Brooch in such a way. You began to explain yourself. You didn’t tell the entire situation, but you at least allowed Buckle to know why you were asking such questions. Buckle understood and insisted he’d be able to bring you information in some old case files, but he would have to go through the archives.

“If you really want to find information then you should do what any investigator does. Dig. No matter what you find, dig through until you find the evidence you need.”

You looked at the file and then back at Buckle. Taking one last drink of your whiskey, you gave him your thanks as you left the station to contemplate what to do next. You did however acknowledge Buckle’s instructions, and decided no matter where you ended up or how long it took, you were going to find what you needed.

‘This is going to get ugly...’ A random police officer watched as you left the station and headed out. ‘The boss needs to know.’

*diner*

Taking a break, you managed to collect anything you had on him. Spending time in the streets in your younger years, you had your ways in getting information. Some may have found it easy to get those to talk for the right price. Offering something in return can get some lips to loosen, especially in the homeless section. Even such a beautiful city has an ugly side.

While some found it easy to get information... not everyone could get what they were after through bribery or friendly conversation. The most you could say was that you were worried what you would become with each harsh negotiation you went through. Bandaging your right hand, you knew that a bruise was forming on your cheek from where that last gang banger struck you.

‘Damn bastard... Feels like New York all over again...’ you sighed. Oh well, you looked much better than he did once you were done... negotiating with him.

“More coffee sir?” a waitress asked, walking up to you with a pot of the hot beverage she was offering. You looked at your empty cup and nodded, followed by a thank you after the cup was filled.

‘That son of a bitch... Getting away with arms dealing, explosives, drug trafficking, hell, even going for supplying magical nuclear weapons to opposing bastards. What have I gotten myself into?’

While studying Crimson Brooch’s photo, you let out a sigh of irritation before you heard the bell ring. Looking up, you sensed trouble and your heart began beating a little faster when you saw several large stallions dressed in what looked like street gangster clothing. You realized that these stallions weren’t here for food when you heard them lock the door.

Even though you tried to keep calm, you were forced to acknowledge what was about to happen when you saw how the kitchen staff were running out the back. Noticing that you stayed where you were, the stallion who was obviously the leader came up and revealed his crooked teeth with a cruel smile.

“So, you’re the king bitch we’ve been hearing so much about. I don’t see why they call a hairless monkey like you a hero. You don’t look too special.”

You stayed silent as you finished the last of your coffee.

“So little kingy freak, you must be pretty retarded to come to these streets without knowing who owns them. You may own those slutty princesses, but here I’m in-”

You shut him up quick, as you already know this is getting old and you are tired of being nice and patient. You didn’t waste any words, but instead gave him a fierce look and the thug who was apparently in charge, could feel a mysterious pressure.

“Oh, drop the tough guy act! You think we’re afraid of you just cause you’re the king?” the leader scoffed, trying to look intimidating as he puffed his chest up. As far as you were concerned he was just a poser.

“Let’s just kill him already Boss! We got him cornered, and it’s a prize of 3 million bits for his head!” One of the hooligans took out a switchblade, while another pulled out a pipe from his belt.

“And 9 million if brought alive.”

‘Somepony is willing to pay that many bits to silence me? Guess my investigation is going to wait.’

The leader again tried to frighten you, but you ignored it and slowly grabbed your coffee cup. Without warning, you taught him the hard way that he didn’t know who he was messing with. Breaking the cup until jagged ends were visible, you swiped at the gang boss’s neck. Blood began squirting out as he fruitlessly tried to stop the bleeding. Instinctively holding his leaking neck, you smiled and grabbed the knife he dropped before it hit the ground.

As shocked as they were by their leader’s condition, the other thugs nonetheless remembered their job and tried to take a swing at you. With one wielding a heavy pipe, you caught it mid-swing and put the stallion in an arm lock as another came at you with a butcher knife. Using the thug in your grasp, you twirled him as his accomplice jabbed the knife into his shoulder.

“AHHH!! YOU IDIOT!” he screamed. Letting go of the knife out of shock for how he missed, he failed to realize that his injured accomplice was no longer holding his weapon. With the pipe now in your hands, you released the stallion who got stabbed and with a swift swing, slammed the pipe into both of these idiots.

Now that these two stallions as well as their leader were out cold, you scanned around and you were surprised by the numbers. Then again, you learned to never speculate the numbers of your enemies. At first it looked like 6, but when you looked closer you found out there were actually 14 thugs. Some of the taller stallions were hiding the shorter ones, but regardless of their height, they all wielded a lethal weapon waiting for a chance to strike.

You sighed and shrugged. “I’ve been trying to have a good day, but alas, I’ve still got a lot of anger bottled up in me. It’s time to let loose.” Having said that, you made your stance and went on with the fight.

Each one of these punks was predictable and they kept going straight for your head. Whether it was cracking skulls, breaking bones, or rupturing some organs, you spent the next hour making sure each thug learned the meaning of respect. There was only one stallion left who was still conscious.

The last thug a small and young possibly still a pre-teen holds a knife as you back him straight to the corner. Such a shame you would have to hurt somepony so young, but it couldn’t be helped. After snapping one of his friend’s necks using the counter he can tell he’s not getting away from you.

“So kid... Do you prefer to die like you fri-” You got your answer when he lunged towards you with the blade. Dodging the attack, you grabbed his wrist and with a fell swoop, you disarmed him and broke his wrist. Even though he was so young, you were impressed that he didn’t show any tears despite the excruciating pain.

“Now….. i’m going to say this again” you reached out and grabbed his neck. Holding him tight he struggles at your grip. “Do you want to die?”

The young thug shakes as you can see tears stream his eyes. He doesn’t speak but seeing his expression you made him got on his knees as he doesn’t turn his gaze away from yours.

“ANSWER ME!”

“No... No... Please...”

You stayed silent before speaking. “Then speak….. Who hired you?”

The thug stutters a bit fearful as you held him against his neck. “I…. we….. Nopony…. We were-” he gasps as you increased your grip on his neck. You weren’t going to go easy on him just because he was so young. Be that as it may, he was also an assassin.

“LIE TO ME AGAIN AND YOU’LL SUFFER WORST THEN YOUR FRIENDS!” you shouted, already annoyed by the whole ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ scheme.

He shakes in fear as he tries to speak. “Please…… we….. Can’t….. We can’t speak about him”

You growled a bit as you decide to take it up a knotch. Walking behind the counter and into the kitchen. Nobody was inside but you can see they had left everything still on. Looking a a few potential areas one does catch your eye.

A deep fryer.

“Alright asshole you prefer to be the tough guy then here.” you pulled him over as he tries to break free but can’t. He struggles as you twirl him around and held him over the fryer. Tossing the trays you crank the heat on the dials as the deep fryer was already hot and ready.

Holding his head you pushed him down towards the hot oil.

“W-Wait! Wait! Y-You can’t...!”

“I can and I will... NOW TELL ME WHO SENT YOU!” You pressed his head further as the stubborn thug tried and failed miserably to break free.

He once again told you he didn’t know, but you saw through the lie and continued to push him. It was only when his nose was inches away from the oil that he finally gave in.

“I thought you’d see it my way. Now start talking,” you demanded, and put iron in your voice to let him know this was his last chance.

“It was Crimson Brooch, alright? He offered a large sum of bits to my boss and the others who you just killed.”

You held his head before pointing it down back at the fryer. “And?”

He struggled again, but ultimately spoke up. “We got a tip you were snooping around and he wanted us to shut you up. He has a lot of eyes in this city, and even we are afraid of him.”

‘I guess even the city of lights the shadows are far darker in this world.’ you sighed as he continues on.

You begin to learn from the thug that one of his contacts learn you were looking for him and he wanted to send a message. Why they don’t know as they were given a hefty amount for your head. You demand more info as the thug doesn’t know anything else. The last thing they know was after they kill you they would go after his ex and snuff her out next.

“Who’s his ex?” you demanded, gripping his neck and making it clear even without words that you wouldn’t release him without an answer.

*two hours later*

After learning who Crimson’s ex was, you immediately took off. Of course, you made sure to knock out the coward you were interrogating to stay anonymous when you called the guards over. You knew the police would have a full day with them, but at least their buddies will know some royals don’t need bodyguards to protect themselves.

Upon arrival, you looked at what appeared to be a large resort. Admiring the beautiful marble walls and impressively crafted tiles, you walked over to the receptionist as you asked if a particular resident was still staying here.

“Ah, yes. Are you a friend of hers?” she asked after finding the mare’s name in the registry. Giving her a nod, the receptionist then asked if you would like her to inform the guest of your arrival.

“Thank you, but no. I want it to be a surprise.” you proceed towards the elevator. Heading up you let out a small sigh as some of the pieces were put together and now you were hoping to get some more answers. You come this far and you need to find out more…. Even if it means making a few enemies.

You headed up towards the top floor penthouse suites as you stopped at your destination. Walking over you give few knocks on the large door.

You can hear a faint voice follow by the sound of a pair of hooves clicking against the floor. Once the hoofsteps stopped you watch as the door slowly opens. In front of you was the key piece of your investigation... Crimson Brooch’s ex.

“It’s good to see you again Mrs. Stage.”

“Darling please, we’ve been over this. Just calling me Glory Stage is fine,” she corrected before she happily caressed your face. “That aside, don’t just stand out there like a stranger. Please come in!”

Walking into the large penthouse, you were always amazed that the inside seemed like a large mansion because of how tall the walls were. You figured a pegasus would be able to do laps around the whole roof. However, despite the beauty of Glory’s penthouse, there wasn’t time to admire it.

Glory led you to the living quarters. You didn’t notice until you were close to the large sofas that the mature mare had some company before you.

Snapping back into reality, you saw that the familiar guest had a grey coat with a beautiful orange mane with a light grey streak in the middle. Her face may have had a bit of age, but her body was still nice and curvy as she wore a beautiful dark blue dress with a gold touch trimming around her waist. It only took a few seconds for you to recognize the guest thanks to your good memory... of your sexual adventures.

“M... M... Mrs. Morning Grey?” you stuttered.

Grey was just as surprised as you were by this unexpected reunion. “Oh, hello sweetie! Now isn’t this a shock?!” she smiled, taking a sip of wine from her glass. You sat on the opposite side of the couch as she offered you some wine.

“My thoughts exactly,” Glory said. “Seriously darling, it’s a joy having you around, but you really should have written me a notice that you were coming. I would have had time to sho-” She stopped as you had your hood on the whole time, but once when she lowered it to see your face, she saw there was a bruise forming on your cheek.

“Oh my...! What happened?” she gasped and gently touched your cheek with her soft hands. It doesn’t hurt that much, but even with such a delicate touch, Glory’s contact with your bruise still stung a little. That bastard must have clocked you harder than you realized.

Glory offered to go and fetch some ice for your wound, but you persisted for her not to worry since you had more pressing issues to worry about.

“Does the name Crimson Brooch ring a bell?” you asked.

Glory began to cough violently on some of her wine after you mentioned that name. Once she had regained her breathing, she gave you quite a serious and intimidating look.

“Where... Where did you hear that name?” she demanded.

You leaned back. “Let’s just say I met some very... interesting ponies who were planning to meet up with you after they were finished with me.”

“Is that right... Did these ‘interesting’ ponies give you that shiner?” Glory asks pointing at your face.

You touched your face, and that action alone was enough to answer the mare’s question.

After a few seconds of silence you decided to ask another question. “So... is Crimson...”

“Yes... that BASTARD is... Sapphire’s father.”

‘Then I was right...’ You mentally slapped yourself as the obvious signs were there, but you were too stupid to notice them.

“If that’s so, then how did you two...?” You were still stumped how a beautiful mare like Glory wound up with a bastard of a stallion like him. This was going to be one hell of a story to hear.

You listened quietly as Glory began to tell how she met Crimson. It all began when she was in college and both she and Morning Grey planned on going into the fashion business after graduation. To make ends meet and pay off their college tuition, the two worked hard as restaurant waitresses, and to your shock, they even worked as strippers during late hours. It was just when they were about done paying off their tuition that they met Crimson Brooch, who was just a nopony punk back then.

Even though Morning didn’t like the young stallion’s stuck up humor and wasn’t easily persuaded since she could since he was bad news, Glory Stage on the other hand, somehow fell for Crimson as the months passed.

“Please don’t think bad of me darling. Back then, he was quite the charmer. Better at sweet talking a girl than any other stallion I knew.”

“Guess he must have been. What did he do for work?”

Glory sighed, actually starting to feel foolish as she answered that Crimson was just a common thug all those years ago. Always getting into fights, stealing, taking dirty jobs, that sort of thing. When they first met, she tried to maintain her distance in spite of the stranger’s charm. But things changed before she knew it.

Somehow Crimson came to Glory with a bunch of bits and practically begged her to spend more time with him. She was naturally amazed, since she discovered that a small common thug had somehow risen to a rich business pony. She allowed him to woo her, and for a time, everything seemed perfect.

Bits weren’t a problem, as Glory had it all with Crimson. Expensive gifts, a lavish lifestyle, the best clothing, expensive wine. However despite all this... she eventually woke up and realized this wasn’t what she wanted or needed. She began to feel trapped, especially as Crimson slowly started to reveal his true, dark colors.

“I don’t remember for sure when he changed, but he started treating me like an object. Whenever he was actually home, he only would look at me like a piece of jewelry instead of a living, breathing pony... It felt like I was in a prison.”

You asked why she didn’t just leave or go to the police.

“I tried darling... That’s when his golden look turned black...”

You learned that once or twice she had threatened to leave Crimson, he became abusive. You felt sickened that she was given all these privileges only for him to mistreat her. It’s also a horrible fact as Sapphire Shores wasn’t her first foal... Glory wiped the tears away as she remembered that horrible night where Crimson came home drunk and beat her to near death. The next day she had a doctor come over, only to hear that her poor unborn foal... had died from complications.

Naturally, she never forgave Crimson for that and her hatred only continued to grow with each passing day. She tried to flee from that mansion of nightmares, but since Crimson had just about everypony in his wallet, she always ended up back in his home, where she would suffer another beating. She owes the day she finally escaped to a certain police officer, and you were surprised to learn that officer’s name.

‘Really Buckle? Really?!’ You were a bit annoyed that the detective knew you were pursuing Crimson Brooch, yet he neglected to mention it was he who saved Glory from that abusive life.

“Don’t be so hard on Officer Buckle... Or is it Detective Buckle now? Good for him. The dear deserves the promotion for all the work he did for me and for Sapphire,” Glory stated.

She moved on about how after dealing with years of Crimson’s abuse, she ended up having Sapphire before she could escape. Although the fool had wanted a colt, he still expected Sapphire to be a good little filly. That sent red flags, for with every little mistake the innocent little filly would make, her father would beat her senseless.

Glory covered her face with her hands, remembering how she was powerless to stop Crimson since her own injuries were more severe than her daughter’s. The torture continued until one day Glory when she saw Sapphire get hit in the head and decided enough was enough. While Crimson beat them both often, on that particular day instead of sending a message with his fist... he decided to whack his daughter with a wrench.

You gasped in horror. Thank Celestia and the heavens above Sapphire didn’t suffer any permanent head trauma, but Glory wasn’t going to wait for him to try it again. As if a spark had gone off inside of her, she knocked out the guards and with the help of Officer Buckle, got on board the next train to live with her mother in New Horsey.

It was the only place she could think of back then. Glory’s mother helped take care of Sapphire when she went to work. Everything seemed well for a couple of years, but that peace ended when Crimson somehow found out where they were.

Showing signs of age, Crimson demanded for Glory to return home, as well as for full custody of Sapphire. Her mother would be damned to let this abomination take her daughter and grand-filly away, but she paid the ultimate price for her bravery while Glory and Sapphire were at a dance recital... Their house was set ablaze with their protector inside of it.

After that fire….. She packed up again and left to canterlot as it was the only safest place she could go to. Any other city would be worse as no matter the location he always knew he had ponies he can count on. But for canterlot it seems that even some royals don’t like warlords. She was safe in the town next to the castle but living there proven to be expensive from just living in the simplest of houses meant to fork over 1000’s of bits for a month proved to be difficult. Sapphire had to work three jobs a week just to make ends meet but for glory she was glad her daughter was safe.

“Once sapphire was of age that bastard never could touch her again so working my ass off for her was better then the life we had before” glory smiles as morning and her share a drink.

You smile as morning had a hard time looking for glory or actually since she’s telling you this story she also decides to tell you their real names.

It turned out “Glory Stage” isn’t her real name. Ra is her other name she changed…. Her real name is Diamond Crown and for sapphire shore her real name is Sapphire Jeweled Brooch, but once they had entered canterlot they quickly changed their names.

Living their lives glory and sapphire both never looked back as glory made enough to live her life in retirement and sapphire fulfills her dream in being the queen of pop and now she is a mother of her own foal which leaves to where you are now.

Once she finishes her story she then begins to ask why all of this is coming up. You then tell her the whole truth as to sapphire arriving at your house and not telling you that her own father had found her and some heated words were said scaring her grandfoal. Glory stage doesn’t speak up as she doesn’t speak but you can tell she wanted to scream in rage once you mention how scared her grandfoal was and how he feared for you and sapphire to get into a fight.

You finally notice as her own glass couldn't take any more of how strong glory’s strength is as it shatters in her fist.

The wine stains her cloths and the sofa but she doesn't show any pain. She holds her bleeding hand as you rushed over. Morning rushes over to the kitchen as you looked at the damage. Some glass was embedded but it looks not to serious.

“Hold on glory let me help you.” you comfort glory as morning gives you the medkit. You removed the glass out of her hand as you help stitch her hand up. Glory doesn’t let out a single sound as you help stitch her hand up before applying the disinfectant. Once the wounds are clean up you bandaged up her hand.

“Glory, are you okay?” you asked as you wrapped up her hand.

“Believe me baby... This isn’t nothing compared to hearing that bastard make my grandfoal cry.”

You both stayted silent before glory speaks up. “Darling….. Are you stay a bit longer in the city.”

You know that with all this information it would be dumb and a waste of time to just leave plus you know you got some words for this crimson bastard so you had to admit you would be staying her a bit longer.

You answer yes as glory smiles. “Good darling….. Because you and i are going to a party in two day” she states.

You looked at her confused before she explained that Crimson would be having a large banquet party at his mansion in the royal mediterranean district of the city two days from now. He’s invited many rich folks to mingle and was hoping that you, the king of Equestria, would attend as well.

You agreed to Glory Stage’s invitation and you decided to call it a night and head out so you could get ready. The moment you tried to get up, you were immediately brought back down as Glory pushed and straddled your groin.

“What’s the rush, stud? The streets are dangerous and it would be stupid to leave now.” Glory grinded against your groin as you tried your hardest not to crack a boner now.

“Don’t forget about me! This old mare here has been itching for another round or two with her favorite king,” Morning whined, unable to restrain herself since she had a front row seat watching Glory grind against you. Ready to relieve her breasts jiggling for freedom, she pulled her top down and helped herself by going straight for your pants. Unzipping them, she pulled your member out, and as usual, it was already hard.

“That’s a good stud,” she giggled. You had a feeling Glory has kept in close contact with Morning here and spilling your secrets—Before you could put her under control, the mature mare pressed your member between her lovely breasts.

You wanted to ask if Glory had indeed told the mare who was holding you between her bosom about your weaknesses, but Glory made sure to silence you with a sexy kiss. Locking lips with one MILF while the other kept you nice and snug in her breasts, you stopped trying to fool yourself into thinking you weren’t enjoying this. Besides, giving them some attention would help to make it up to Glory for pressuring her into telling you her tragic past.

‘Okay, she definitely knows my weak spots,’ you thought as Glory pulled out of the kiss to join Morning in smothering your cock with her own breasts. She looked up at you and winked before she rubbed her J-cups up and down.

“It’s hard to get that... stubborn daughter of mine to... share the stud... whenever we... visit...” Glory said in between licking and smothering your member with her funbags. “But you won’t hog him, now will you Grey?”

“Of course not!” Morning Grey assured before she helped her longtime friend lick the head of your cock.

You tried to muffle your moans, but because of how soft and skilled Morning’s tongue felt against just the tip, you couldn’t help but melt.

Glory and Morning grinned like devils as they removed their outfits and tossed them in a heap in the corner. To make things a bit more naughty, they turned the lights out, forcing you to rely on the moonlight to see.

Luna’s work of art gave you some visibility as both mothers pushed you onto your back. Sighing at how the couch felt like laying on a cloud, Morning put her marehood in front of your face while Glory took your member. You were nice and lubed as you felt the tip press against her marehood, and in one move, she slammed all the way to the hilt.

“Oh... that’s it... It’s been WAY too long...” Morning shuddered as your tongue worked into her marehood with ease. You even went an extra mile by nibbling her clit and sticking your tongue as far as you could into her pussy. Getting kinky because of the sweet taste on your tastebuds, you went ahead and slapped Morning’s cutie mark as she remained firmly on your face.

Glory pants a bit as your member like before and to every mare you had fun with always smiled as a noticeable bulge shows on her stomach. You noted how you were as healthy as ever and began to bounce on your member.

An hour passed and you came inside of Glory two times so far. Even with the lights still out however, you could still see that Morning was getting bored of sitting around the couch. Coming to an agreement, you decided to take the lead as you picked up both mares on each shoulder and headed straight to the bedroom.

Her bed was just right. A large round mattress, big enough to for three horny perverts. Walking over and placing the mature mares on the bed, your member twitched in excitement as Morning and Glory spread their legs out for you.

“Isn’t he just a sweetheart?” Glory giggled. “That f@cking prick and sorry excuse of a husband never carried me like that.” You never thought she would say such a thing, but you weren’t complaining since you now knew what Crimson did to her.

“Care for me to demonstrate your appreciation?” you asked.

Both mares giggled and nodded for you. That was all you needed to know as you pulled Glory closer to you. You teased her by rubbing your cock against her marehood against your member, which sent jolts of pleasure to the horny mother. Once you were satisfied with her reaction, you ceased the teasing and plunged into her tight pussy.

“Stud... you have my blessing...” Glory said, which got you to stop thrusting for a moment.

“E-Excuse me...?” you stopped as the blushing mother reached over to touch your cheek.

“Baby... I know my Sapphire can be stubborn, but... I can tell after she gave birth to Sonic that you’ve been wanting to marry my sweet little filly...”

You chuckled lamely as you never forgot that. A couple years back, you accidentally asked Sapphire for her hand in marriage after drinking a little too much. Unfortunately, she took it seriously and tried to make it a little less awkward by pretending she didn’t hear you and forcing you to change the subject. Even though the memory was blurry, you were able to pass it off as a joke and you figured she was turning you down since she needed her space.

Glory explained that it was partly her fault that Sapphire played dumb during proposals. While living with that vile father of hers, they’ve become independent and Glory ended up telling her daughter that she doesn’t need a stallion to live her life. This influenced her better than Glory intended, and Sapphire ended up dating, but marriage was out of the question since she didn’t want any stud controlling her life.

“You’re nothing like the stallions I wanted to protect her from, and both me and Sapphire know it. I know for a fact that she loves you, and I only ask that you don’t take it personally if she’s hard-headed sometimes. That girl inherited my stubbornness, but she still owes so much to you for everything you’ve done, including giving her a colt,” Glory smiled.

You smile as you thank her for her blessings and you understand. Sapphire in time will open up for marriage and you were happy to wait. But for now, you have two MILFs and a raging boner to deal with.

After quickly apologizing to Morning for the wait, you got her to give you more of her lusty moans as you went balls deep inside her.

Pounding away, Morning held onto your neck as you retaliated by gripping both of her thick butt cheeks. Squeezing right at her cutie marks, you increased your thrusting speed causing Morning to scream out in pure ecstasy.

Glory smiles as morning never screamed so loud in pure pleasure as even her husband as she stated never could please her.

You didn’t need words to know that these mature, beautiful mares wanted you to give them the time of their lives, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Holding Morning close, Glory joined in by making out with your lips while you pound her best friend’s tight marehood. Swapping spit between each slam from your member, it only lasted a few seconds before you decided to switch back to Glory. You took a different position as she made you lay on your back while before taking your member. Morning meanwhile, was beginning to miss your lips and sat on your face just like before.

The night is long and you didn’t mind as you gave both mares the best time of their lives.

Outside, far from the penthouse where you were making love with both MILFs, fireponies had their hands full with a fire that suddenly started on one specific floor.

Far from the blaze, a lone shadow watched from a distance to admire their work.

*next morning 5 am*

You had woken up early, as you were hoping to go back to your hotel you were staying and gather your stuff. You hypothesized that this bastard might have found out where you were staying, so you hoped to gather your stuff before they decided to steal or torch the place. You’ve had incidents where assholes would enter your apartment and look for anything to break or take advantage of your weaknesses. The last thing you needed was for Crimson or his goons to find your weapons.

Gathering some clothing, you did spot some indifference as you left to change. You could tell you weren’t alone, and waited a few seconds before you grabbed onto what was lurking in the shadows beside you. Holding your gauntlet blade out, you pushed the intruder against the wall and sighed with disappointment.

“Your skills need improvement,” you noted, unsheathing your blade as one of the assassins of the guild rubbed his neck.

“But... I-”

“You were too easy going. Too sloppy,” you cut him. The assassin trainee didn’t protest any further and listened with a bow as you explained his flaws.

From the methods of entering to the means of a successful kill, you made sure he paid attention as you pointed out each of his errors. When it came to pointing out how he entered, you could already tell something was wrong since all the windows were closed when you left, but in the far corner where the ledge leads out, the window was slightly opened. He probably went through quite an ordeal getting in here, but he shouldn’t have been careless enough to leave that window opened.

His second mistake was how many shadows he made as he was moving around. Celestia hadn’t lowered the sun yet, and should the enemy see shadows moving on their own, their suspicions will encourage them to keep the rooms bright while on patrol.

The last issue you noticed was that this rookie had moved way too close to his target. Unless his job was a swift assassination, he shouldn’t risk getting close to the enemy.

With all these mistakes you sighed as he must be a rookie as even the more trained trainees are more skilled then this one. He keeps his head down as you looked down at this newbie.

“I apologize master assassin.”

“Do not apologize….. Learn from your mistakes. Because if you don’t your first mission would be your last” you gesture him to stand as he bows again in respect.

“I understand…. Thank you” he stands in attention as you waited for him to speak.

“Speak what the wind sings” you asked. Although it sounds a bit strange it was a saying that your mentor always spoke when his assassins had information.

He places a fist on his chest and bows. “My apologies master assassin but….. I have grave news that the wind speaks.” he straightens up his stance.

He begins his news that ‘the rats have stirred in the darkness’ and ‘ashes fall from once a golden star’. You have taken the time to learn these phrases as you recollect what the mean. For the rats have stirred in the darkness you remember that means the bad guys which are the rats as they were vermin and seek to cause harm and mischief are out and stirred in the darkness means they are searching for you possibly. After the incident at the diner you figure more will be out there.

The second phrase you did dread a bit but thankfully you still had some of your stuff on you. Ashes fall meaning something burning which means something of yours is burning or burned down and the last part ‘once a golden star’ means a place of refuge. A golden star signalling a place of hope which means….. Your home or your apartment was burned down.

You sighed a bit as you prayed nobody was hurt. While most of your clothes are gone probably in the fire you kept your gauntlets on at all times as they are easy to conceal. You don’t carry heavy weapons or items on you while on patrol although you did have a throwing knives that you had in your luggage.

“I apologize for your the news great assassin,” the rookie bows in respect.

You wave your hand. “Don’t worry as my main weapons are safe….. However any lives were taken during the fire” you asked hoping for a positive answer.

The assassin presses his fist on his chest. “While ashes cover the sky….. No lives were caught among the blazing”

You let out a sigh of relief to hearing that. Again another phrase. To keep it simple while your place did burn nobody was hurt during the fire and that was the important part.

“It would seems the rats that scurry are being mischievous and wish to see what we vermin are made of,” you sighed.

“Then what makes him the master assassin?” the assassin asked.

You scoffed as you turned to the table behind you. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the table, you opened the tap and poured a glass. “Nothing more than parasites... They speak as though they are superior. That none can touch or harm them as they clad in the gold and silver of those they destroyed and pillaged.”

“Gold and silver of those whose blood has spilled because of their own greedy intentions...” the assassin joined in, and you nodded.

“Yes….. but no more. For when the day comes….. Blood will be spilled by those who bring choas and destruction.”

You begin to explain that in two days you would be attending a party with glory to the devil in prime light. The bastard who’s wants you dead will know why you aren’t to be triffle with. Despite your kind and generous ruling even you have some boundaries. Especially when it comes to your family.

“So please go forth….. Keep to the shadows. Study what you can find and bring me any and all information you can gather.”

The assassin nodded and bowed again. “As you command master assassin. But.”

You looked at the assassin with a bit of confusion. “Yes”

“What about the bastard that brought embers to the golden star.” he asks.

You finished the wine and sighed. “Tail him….. If he leads you back to his rat leader….. Inform me”

He bows again but you stop him before he leaves.

“No blood will be spilled unless it’s ABSOLUTELY necessary... Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

With that you closed your eyes for a second before looking up at an empty room. ‘Hmm... He’s sloppy on the entry but he’s mastered the art of escaping. At least that’s something.’

You poured yourself another cup of wine, but only a little since you couldn’t afford to be drunk and dizzy for this mission.

A few drinks never hurt but you need to make sure you were ready for a fight. As you finished another glass Morning greets you. Looking up you smile as morning in a special see through bathrobe with a pink fluff around the edges walks up towards you. Her body looking ready as you can see her marehood leaking a bit as she walks up.

“Darling….. I do hope you save some for me?” she asks as you nod. Pouring her a glass you handed her the drink. It may be early for a toast but for morning you didn’t mind.

Clinking glasses with morning you both share one more drink as you down the wine. Once the glasses were empty morning tosses her over to the couch. It lands right on top before morning jumps up and begins her make out with your lips. You decided a little fondling couldn’t hurt either and you grabbed one of those watermelon-sized breasts.

Since you don’t have a place right now to stay you don’t mind staying with morning and glory for the moment.

*two days later at Brooch Manor*

Two days have passed and you and Glory Stage were walking up the steps that led to the enormous estate. It was kind of embarrassing but two days ago, you had to go back and tell Glory that you were a bit... homeless at the moment because of the unexpected fire. While you managed to save most of your stuff, the clothes you had brought had gone up in flames.

You were grateful that Glory had already gotten a tailor for you to make a new suit, and of course, you made sure to thank her for the new wardrobe. Today you wore a nice black leather suit with a large black overcoat and black dress pants and dress shoes. While the elegant look was an eyecatcher, you made sure it was as functional as it was fashionable—Your weapons were already concealed away as you and Glory finally approached the manor.

“Name?” a large bouncer holding a clipboard asked as he stood in front of the entrance. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and even after you told him your name he didn’t budge.

“Sorry sir uh... You’re not on the list...” he claimed. You held back the urge to growl like a feral wolf.

“That’s odd. I figured that the princesses would have informed Mr. Brooch about my arrival... But I guess he’s not into those types of royals...”

“WAIT! WAIT! My apologies, Your Highness!” he called out frantically and bowed with respect. He then moved away for you and Glory. “Please come in.”

You were relieved things didn’t have to get nasty between you and the bouncer and walked into the manor. It was quite the impressive decor, as the golden marble, clad with some royal red color drapes wasn’t something you could easily afford.

However, Glory had begun shuddering as the nightmares of her past resurfaced now that she was back in her old home. You brought her into an embrace to comfort her, and pondered if encouraging her to accept Crimson’s invitation was an inconsiderate mistake.

You kept your arm around the mature mare’s shoulder as you walked into the living quarters. There were tables displaying an array of drinks, food, and other sorts lined on top of the large very expensive fabric. Surveying your surroundings you saw the home looked way too rich for your own blood. Marble flooring and pillars all looked to be hand crafted, various beautiful pottery and portraits along with various swords and weaponry lining up against the beautiful cream color walls.

You headed in deeper as several waiters offered you either a drink, a cigar, or some horderves from the table, however you turned down each of their offers. Though you didn’t say it out loud, you were convinced the refreshments they were offering would have killed you. Pushing the drinks and food aside, you kept your arm around Glory and moved on to see what kind of party you’d be dealing with.

“It seems my ex must have heard of our arrival...” Glory pointed out the obvious with a low and mutual tone.

‘Yeah, I can tell...’ you said in your head as you turned to a plant and disposed of the glass of wine you were given by a random waiter. Looking back, you were glad you didn’t drink it, as the plant immediately began to die. To be specific, the plant began to shrivel and turned grey as the poison worked at an alarming rate.

‘What a shitty welcome wagon... This farce had better end soon or I might end up shove a glass of this wine down one of THEIR throats!’ you mentally snarled.

On the second floor, a waiter was speaking to the master of this household. Already fueled with anger that his first few attempts to poison you have failed he managed to cool himself as he had ideas for a second attempt of ridding his pests from his lovely dwelling.

The party continued as you interacted with a few random royals while Glory spoke to a few ponies whom she recognized as her old co-workers from before she married Crimson. As expected, these snobbish royals had a corrupt mindset, and listening to their nonsense practically made you want to go deaf.

However if you wanted to stay in Crimson’s house to find a way to make him stop threatening Sapphire and Sonic, you had to blend in and maintain your royal image. You were willing to put your loved ones’ needs ahead of your own and endure this suffering.

You continued to listen to the other guest’s bragging and bad jokes before you finally heard a bell ring. Looking up you see above the second floor is a small balcony leading into a room above. Standing out over the balcony you finally got a good look of the owner of the mansion.

Dress in a well groom black suit with a gold trim on the ends along with a golden tie you can see his face has aged as a few grey lines striped on his original color mane. Despite his age his face showed no signs of wrinkles as his dark brown eyes still shine as his smile spreads across his face cheek to cheek. He extends both arms out and bows over the balcony.

“WELCOME ALL TO MY HUMBLE HOME! PLEASE MAKE YOURSELVES AT HOME! EAT DRINK BE MARY AS TONIGHT THE NIGHT IS FULL BLOOM AS OUR BEAUTIFUL NIGHT HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!” he announces as everypony smiles and cheers for him.

As he continues with his speech you slip away towards a lone window looking outside you can see it’s a beuatiufl night as luna’s work never cease to amaze you. The moon while partially full still light up the whole area as the stars shined above. Looking out towards the large gardens you close your eyes as you spot what you needed.

A lone feather falling in front of you. It was time.

You wave your hand out as you decide it was time to get to work.

Walking out you headed towards another part of the home. You walked through as you stopped and scan your surroundings. From the living room you stopped and see you were in some art gallery studio of some kind as various statues and paintings were lined up around as a large fireplace lit up stood in the middle.

You looked at a beautiful marble statue of what you figure is a representation of the thinking man as the pony sits on a stone slab hunch over and in a thinking position.

“Aaahhh i heard we’ve have royalty in my loving home” a low voice echoes from behind catching your attention.

Turning around you kept a calm demenor as you stare at the owner of this beautiful mansion….. And your target.

Crimson smiles as two guards in back with black sunglasses stood beside him as crimson walks up towards you.

“As i live and breath….. The king of equestria here in my own home.” he bows in respect as you bow too.

“Thank you mr brooch…. Such a lovely home you have here i’m mighty impress.” you smile.

“Please call me crimson. Mr brooch is more for business. Here we don’t need to so formal.” crimson reches out for a handshake as you accepted it.

You manage to keep your grip firm and strong but not to much as you hate to arrouse suspision. However looking at his crook smile you feel like you were going to barf from how close he was.

You again suck up the urges to kill or to barf right now as you watch as one of the guards walk up from behind and speak in whisper at crimson ear. Crimsons face shifted a bit but his smile spread on his face as he looks up at you.
“I apologize for not properly inviting you as i had no idea you wer visiting as well as having to cut this conversation short for the time being” he bows in respect.

‘Yeah right on not knowing as I got to meet your other workers earlier’ you scream out in annoyance as you remember the last few days when you arrive in this beautiful city to now.

You thank him for inviting you as right now you like to use the restroom right now.

Crimson calls a waiter for assistance as a random waiter walks up towards crimson. “Please escort our guest to the latrine on the other side” he smiles the waiter bows in respect.

“Please follow me sir” the waiter bows as you thank him.

Walking with the waiter you catch a glimpse of crimson heading towards the front you managed to see glory was in front speaking with a few associates before you were lead to the other side of the mansion.

*Glory’s POV*

Glory spoke with a few associates who were surprised to see her after such a long disappearance—Most of them asked why she would want to leave the lap of luxury that came with being Crimson’s wife. Oh, if only they knew the truth of how behind that fake smile, was a dead heart with room for riches, but not for love.

“Ooohhhh, as I live and breathe~” a smooth voice echoed behind Glory, causing waves of fear to course through. Fortunately, her years of patience allowed her to handle such strong emotions as she turned around and stared up at the owner of that voice.

“Hello Crimson... It seems time has caught up to you...” Glory looked at her ex husband, hatred filling her body as the bastard smiled at her.

“Oh my Diamond... My beautiful, beautiful Diamond Brooch has finally come home.” Crimson took a sip of his champagne glass without taking his eyes off Glory.

“Spare me the sweet talk Crimson,” she snarled, easily seeing through her ex-husband’s facade. “And it’s Glory Stage now.”

“Is that so? Well, you’re still my beautiful diamond... The one thing that completes me.” He reached out, but Glory took a step back. She knew from horrible experiences to keep her distance away from him. She spent her whole life running and she would be damned to let him touch her again.

“Again, there’s no need for theatrics. I only came here to talk and nothing else. No amount of begging or bribery will make me come back to you.” Glory looked up as Crimson had a trouble concealing his ugly side as he finished his drink.

“Only here to talk? You know... I’d give you the world to convince you to stay with me...” Crimson smirked, attempting to use the same charm he used when he first met Glory. “Just name a price”

Glory remained neutral and turned though the signs were faint, she could sense that Crimson was growing furious that she now had the backbone to defy him. The glass he was holding could no longer handle his grip and finally shattered. Glory actually disappointed that because Crimson was wearing gloves, the glass shards didn’t end up tearing his hand apart,

“No matter... We’ll have PLENTY of time to talk when you come up to my office later...” He walked away, but Glory didn’t go back to mingling with the other guests until her ex was out of her sight.

Resuming the party, Crimson walked over to another waiter who stood quiet awaiting his master’s orders.

“I trust you will show Glory Stage here... an eventful evening for me,” he said with a nasty smirk that he made sure his ex-wife wasn’t around to see.

*your POV*

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful to you for showing me around this beautiful mansion, but...” You paused and got a tight grip on the waiter who was escorting you to the restroom. Sadly though, it became clear the waiter had orders to try and subdue you, as the moment you entered a random room, you immediately had to disarm and hold his arm while holding his head down with your left foot.

You began your quick interrogation as to why he would attack you and what his boss was planning. The waiter told he didn’t know, as he was only told to bring you in dead or alive. Already frustrated by this short interrogation, you twisted your victim’s arm, which sent waves of pain to the captive waiter.

“I don’t have time to deal with you. It’s your boss who I have a beef with so just tell me where he is.” You increased your grip as the waiter struggled to break free.

“He... He’s in his office...! Third floor, right side!” He reached out with his other hand hoping you would spare his arm.

“I’m telling you now, if you’re lying I won’t hesitate to hunt you down and snap your arms like twigs.” You pressed his head further down and squeezed his arm to make a forceful point. “But just so you know I’m not bluffing...”

“W-W-Wait...! D-Don’t-” He shut his trap when you twisted his arm in a fell swoop. In place of actual words, he let out a loud scream as you snapped the bone, and slowly opened an eye to look at his now mangled arm. You let him writhe in agony a little more before slamming your knee on his head to knock him out.

Now that the waiter was out like a light, you decided to take a look at the needle he was using. You could see that the weapon was a regular syringe filled with what was probably a sedative, or maybe a slow acting poison like what they put in the champagne. Searching the waiter’s pockets, you found the small cap for the needle and put it back on so you could safely take it back home for analysis back home.

You really felt like Daring Do, since you saw that this was a time to go exploring. With that being the case however, you realized you had to change into an appropriate attire.

Heading outside of one of the hallway windows, you climbed over and stood on one of the balconies. Normally you should be wary of where you were standing as Crimson’s lackeys are all over. Still, you felt at least a little bit safer since one of his guards was now sleeping off a nasty headache. Standing on top, your assassin bowed and gave you a small package.

“Is he?”

“As much as I wanted to kill him... I resisted the urge to do so.”

“Don’t be ashamed. We may be assassins, but even the most experienced in our area have to show mercy every once in a while.”

You took off your jacket and replaced it with the gear your fellow assassin gave you.

“I need you to understand that Glory Stage is important to me, especially since I just got permission to marry her daughter,” you said sternly. “Each one of Crimson’s goons is prepared to kill. I can take care of myself, but protect Glory at all costs.”

“Understood. My name is Shadow Wind by the way, Your Majesty,” he said and got down on one knee. “I’ve spotted several suspicious characters in the crowd. Rumor has it that Crimson is even meeting with a couple agents working for Grogar tonight.”

“I figured he would be associated with that bastard...” you sighed as you fastened the last of your gear. You tested your blades and smiled at how they functioned so easily.

“Indeed. Crimson has all sorts of powerful, but shady figures in his pocket. You didn’t think he made his money by being honest, now did you?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s signed his death warrant. Keep low to the shadows.”

Shadow stood back up. “Kill or spare, Sire?”

“Spare if you can help it, but if not... extinguish the wicked flame."

“As you wish, Sire.” With one last bow, Shadow slipped into the darkness and vanished as if he were nothing more than an illusion. You put your hood on, preparing to take your own leave.

The hunt had begun.

*Glory’s POV, the ballroom*

Glory Stage took almost no pleasure from walking around the Brooch mansion to kill time. Honestly, she was surprised that almost everything was the same. It practically felt like she had gone back in time.

If she wasn’t in such a foul mood, she might have been grateful that Crimson didn’t turn this part of the mansion into a bar or personal brothel. Then again, he might already have either of those in some other part of this hellhole.

“That sadistic bastard...” she whispered and began shivering as the horrors came back to her. Any good memories she had of this place were overshadowed by the bad ones, and she could practically feel Crimson hitting her again.

Walking out of the ballroom, she decided to find another place of the mansion to explore. As she walked through, she didn’t notice as she passed two guards who were stationed in the hallway. Unfortunately, even though she didn’t see them, the guards saw her.

Brandishing clubs and blades they walked over to where Glory was. Getting a good look at their boss’ ex-wife, lustful smiles appeared on their faces. Even though she was middle-aged, Glory was still very beautiful. What’s more is even though the boss ordered them to clean up the rodent, he didn’t say they couldn’t have some fun first.

They quietly advanced towards her, but stopped as they saw her flick her ears. She turned around, but the guards were nowhere to be found.

“Huh. Must have been my imagination,” she said with a shrug before leaving the hallway.

Back in the hallway, you had finally silenced the second guard, as he didn’t go down as easily as his partner. Stabbing him in his back, you held onto his mouth to muffle any noise until you were certain he was dead.

Glory continued through a few more rooms. After stopping to look around the ballroom, she moved on to find the dining room and kitchen. Both rooms were still the same, and as the memories resurfaced, she could only think about getting out of here. Something possessed her to continue on to see the library and when she reached the powder room, she wanted nothing more than to burn the mansion to the ground—This is the room where her ex was at his worst.

Leaving the powder room almost as quickly as she arrived, Glory did acknowledge how there wasn’t a single guard in any of these rooms. She brushed this off easily, as she didn’t like any of the staff more than the stallion they worked for.

Looking left and right as she went up to the second floor, she saw Crimson had decided to redecorate in the years following their divorce. She hoped that meant she would find a way to kill her boredom while she was waiting for the king to say he was ready to leave.

While Glory left to search more of the mansion, you and Shadow were busy working on keeping her safe. As ridiculous as it sounds, literally every time she entered a room, there would be a guard waiting in the shadows for the chance to kill or rape her. Either way, they brandished a weapon of their choosing, ranging from clubs to knives to even small swords and machetes. Regardless, you managed to take them all down, and Glory didn’t even notice.

Still unaware that you and Shadow were protecting her, Glory’s eye caught a particular door that somehow stood out from the others. “And to think I always told little Sapphire not to be too curious...” she said to herself before opening the door.

Looking inside, this room was indeed different from the other ones she saw. It wasn’t normal to say the least—It looked to be some sort of storage room and a variety of crates of different sizes and colors were loaded.

“Hmmm...” Glory reached for a crate that was slightly opened, but froze before she could see what was inside. She shook her head as she pushed her curiosity away.

Leaving that disturbing room, she made her way down a small corridor to get to the last room of the second floor. She knew there was a third floor, but she didn’t want to go that far.

Meanwhile, you had flown up onto the balcony to spot something that was completely new to you. After dealing with more of Crimson’s guards, you managed to make it another empty balcony. While the mansion is indeed beautiful and surprisingly more easy to traverse, what you saw made you take back everything you thought about it being normal.

Standing on top of a large balcony, you stared at what looks like a small relaxing area... with a medium size pool right at the edge. Now if the pool itself was shocking to see, how about the fact that it’s made of glass and was right at the edge of the balcony?

‘Dear God... Note to self: check at all of the building constructions in the house to avoid stupid ideas like this...’

More importantly, once you managed to pull the lock of the screen door you looked back as Shadow stood behind you.

“You’ve gotten better... Good work,” you praised.

“Thank you,” he bowed.

After unlocking the screen door, you and Shadow entered the last room of the second floor. Searching the large space, it looked to be some sort of study or maybe a common room for relaxation since it leads to the pool. Looking around, you both quickly took cover—Shadow hid a cupboard while you hid inside a large wardrobe closet. You cracked the door open to see that it was Glory who just entered the room.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she snarled, and you wondered who she was talking to.

You all waited as Glory stood in the center as if she was waiting for someone. All she wanted to do was discuss. Ergo, she refused to go for a drink of wine or champagne on one of the tables, nor smoke one of the cigars that were opened and ready to be lit.

“Still smoking those nasty Griffonstone cigars? How uncivil,” Glory sighed, as she always hated the putrid smell of those particular cigars.

“Come now. Don’t talk like that.”

Walking into the room on the other side Glory kept a neutral look as her ex arrived and several minutes late as usual. He was half-drunk, which of course didn’t make Glory feel any safer, considering he hurt her the most when he was drunk.

“I’ve had enough of your stalling. I’m ready to leave.”

“Oh my dear Diamond... Oh no, excuse me. It’s Glory now, isn’t it? Such a pity you changed your beautiful name to something with no meaning.” He took another drink from the flask he always carried with him.

“Anyway, you’re being naive if you think you can just walk out of here so easily.” Crimson snapped his fingers and before Glory knew it, four burly guards came in and blocked the door.

“And you’re naive since you haven’t figured out why I forced myself to return to the place where I was tortured,” she countered. “Why did you go and see Sapphire?”

Crimson’s demeanor rapidly changed and he gripped his flask so hard it almost shattered. Enraged that the mare he used to hold so much power over now had the guts to demand things, he stood up and undid his belt, ready to beat her like he’s done MANY times in the past.

“Such insolence. You think you can talk to me like that?” he seethed and he raised the belt, determined to give his ex some new scars. You wanted to spring into action, but you got second thoughts after what happened next.

Glory without warning grabbed the belt before he could swing and yanked it away. Once she holds the belt she swipes it right across his face. His own guards wish to help but he stops them as he holds his nose. By some miracle, he wasn’t bleeding as Glory tossed the belt to the side.

“Even now you’re still the same,” she sighed. Honestly, she had a slight wishful thought that he would have changed for the better, but he was still the same vile old Crimson who she ran away from years ago. “I’ll ask again. What happened between you and our daughter?”

“That monkey who accompanied you made you forget your manners.”

“That ‘monkey’ didn’t make me who I am. You and your despicable actions forced me to fight my way out of this cage you call ‘home’.”

“In due time, you’ll remember your place before me. I wanted to see my grandfoal.”

Glory shook her head. “I seriously doubt that.”

Crimson didn’t immediately reply and instead walked over to a large globe. You weren’t surprised when you saw him open up the globe to reveal there was an array of liquor inside. He poured himself a drink and grabbed some ice from an ice tray.

“Fine. I’ll admit it’s not so easy to fool you,” he gave in and took a sip. “To be specific, I wanted to see where my investment was going before I died.”

“Investment?”

Crimson laughed. “Yes investment... I needed to see if he’s ready to take over my company. He needs to know all the proper ways and attributes to run the Brooch family business. Unfortunately, the brat of a daughter refused to let me see him.”

Glory was flabbergasted. Her ex really was insane. “He’s a 4-year old colt. And even if he was a grown stallion, he wouldn’t take any business you associate yourself with if he knew what you were.”

Suddenly, Crimson punched the poor mare to the floor. Glory wiped the blood from her face as she stood back up.

“You really are stupid if you couldn’t connect the dots.” He tossed to the floor as Glory raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly he coughed out some blood. “I don’t have much longer. This f@cking illness I caught a few years back is slowly taking its toll on me. He WILL join my cause and take in his bloodline legacy or so help me...”

“Sweet little Sonic will have no part of this! I don’t care about your ambitions or how much influence you havre, I WILL NOT LET MY GRANDFOAL SUFFER LIKE I DID!” Glory shouted as she and her ex stared daggers at each other.

“Oh really? Perhaps you and Sapphire need a bit of persuasion then... I know some stallions who would pay handsomely for your... company.”

‘THAT PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH!’ you roared in your head. ‘HE WOULD PROSTITUTE HIS OWN DAUGHTER?!!’

Crimson coughed up some more blood. “I assure you Diamond, I’m willing to do WHATEVER is necessary to find an heir with the years that I have left.”

Glory didn’t respond, making Crimson believe he’s won the argument. “I’ll educate the colt well and groom him to be a perfect heir.” He looked over at the belt that was still laying in the corner. “Of course if he messes up during his lessons... some discipline will be in order.”

Glory growled. Crimson didn’t even know Sonic and he was already making threats about beating him. “You really think you’ll live to see him prosper?”

Crimson laughed and held his stomach. “The medicine I’m taking will keep the illness in check for a couple of years. But I can’t say that you’ll be so fortunate.” He nodded to his guards; One of them revealed his weapon, while another rolled up a tarp to prepare for a messy transportation.

“That’s funny. I thought you said you wanted to sell me off.”

Crimson smirked. “That was the plan, but you know too much. Business is business.”

“Yeah...” Glory smiles. “You’re right.”

Crimson looked at her more confused than before he paused... His whole body shook as he felt something cold piercing through his stomach. Long and slender, but sharp to the touch, he slowly looked down to see a slender blade protruding from his stomach.

Glory released the blade as Crimson fell to the ground. Blood seeped out and stained his clothes and the floor.

He coughed more blood as he turned to his guards who were frozen with shock. “WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! KILL THE BITCH FOR F@CK’S SAKE!” he shouted.

That was your cue. Springing out from your hiding place, you aimed your wrist blades out and stabbed two guards from behind right at their necks.

Shadow finished the rest as he raced over and jumped right on top of the other two. His wrist blades were stained with corrupt blood as he twisted them before pulling out. Crimson watched in horror as his guards gargled from the blood pooling in their mouths before life left their eyes.

Trying to stem the bleeding from his abdomen, he looked up at both assassins before looking at Glory. The mare herself was surprised, as she didn’t expect anyone would come to her rescue. Not to mention she didn’t know when you had the chance to swap your clothing for something more... heroic and save a damsel in distress.

“You alright?” you asked, relieved that you got here before she did.

“Yes my hero...” Glory slowly nodded before giving Crimson her attention again. Her ex-husband, her sadistic tormentor for many years, was holding his wound and looking more cowardly and pathetic than ever before.

It was time to end the Brooch family nightmare once and for all.

“I’ve already proven I’m not the mare you tortured for your sadistic pleasure... Frankly, you’ve had this coming for years. I don’t know what made you the stallion you are, but remember this... I’m ready to destroy everything you worked for, and I promise I will tear your empire down brick by brick if I have to.”

Glory walked around as Crimson gasped some more, blood spews out the longer he stared at the changed mare. A single tear fell from her eyes, but not one of sadness. It was a tear showing how happy she was that the nightmare is almost over.

“Finish him please...”

Looking down at Crimson, the pathetic and empty excuse of a stallion and husband, tried to crawl away as death loomed over. You slowly walked over as you stopped him by placing your right foot on his leg. He struggled a bit, but you kept him from moving as you kneeled down beside him.

Staring at the bastard, you pulled the blade that was still in his stomach and decided to make this assassination a little theatrical.

You thrusted the blade above his stomach, but deliberately missed his heart. “THIS... is for sending your thugs after me...”

You pulled it out again and this time thrusted the blade near his neck. “THIS... is for how much you tortured Glory and Sapphire over the years...”

“And THIS...” You stared at Crimson taking the blade out for the final time, aiming as he looked at you with his eyes as wide as they could possibly go. “This one... is for threatening my son.”

That was enough drama—You didn’t hold back as you slowly jammed the blade into his throat, twisting it you could hear the life begin to leave Crimson’s body as he slowly died in front of you all.

Leaving the blade in his throat, your mission was accomplished. As Crimson laid there in a pool of his own blood, fitting for his name, you decided it was time to leave. Before you took off however, you turned to Glory as she stared at Crimson’s corpse.

“Glory... are you alright?” you asked. She leapt into your arms and nuzzled into your blood-stained shirt, not caring if it messed up her coat.

“Yes, darling... Let’s leave this place for good...” she whispered as you held her in her arms.

You nodded and turned to Shadow Wind. “Return home and deliver the news. Wicked blood has been spilled on this moonlit night,” you ordered, smiling as he bowed in respect. But just as he was about to leave the room, you stopped him with one last thing to say. “And tell the master... a young chick has finally become a hawk.”

Hearing that, Shadow was more surprised than ever as he turned back to you one last time. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

No guards were around to stop you and Glory from leaving. More specifically, you ended up having to carry her since she ended up passing out from all of tonight’s excitement.

*Glory’s place*

After making it back, you and Glory Stage gave each other some privacy to change into a pair of clean clothes. You stared at your hand, taking into account that you’ve taken yet another life. Even though it was to protect your family, living with blood on your hands wasn’t easy for someone with a good heart like you. By this point, Glory had come back to her senses and came into your room with some mugs of hot chocolate and a big smile.

“Here you go darling. Fresh hot chocolate to celebrate,” she chirped and handed you your mug. Before taking a drink from your cup, you naturally made sure to blow on it so you didn’t burn your mouth or tongue—It’s happened before. You took a few swigs from your mug before looking at Glory who was cleaning up the hot chocolate mustache she had on her face.

“So uh... how are you holding up?” you asked. After the whole incident and with her stabbing her ex, it only made sense that you wanted to know how it would affect her now or in the future.

Glory lowered her head, took in a deep breath and exhaled. Turning her gaze, she kissed you on the cheek, which left a blue lipstick mark on the spot. “I feel... free... More than I’ve ever been in my whole life.”

She confessed that she knew it was wrong to ask you to take a life, but in her defense, there is unimaginable evil that won’t hesitate to threaten your loved ones. Case in point, Crimson had to die or his savage nature would’ve ended up infecting innocent little Sonic. Even if you had managed to get the authorities to arrest him instead, he would’ve died behind bars from his illness before even a remote chance of him feeling remorse happened.

Taking another sip of hot chocolate, Glory revealed a small black book and handed it to you. “I thought you might find this useful...”

Albeit confused, you took the book and opened it to find all kinds of names, numbers and drawings. “What is it?”

“I came across it while I was exploring the mansion. It’s just a guess, but it might tell of Crimson’s whole operation into his shady business. I pray it will help you destroy his business the way he destroyed my life.”

This would definitely come in handy later, but you figured it would kill the mood to continue reading it right now and you put it on the nightstand.

“I think you know what happens next...” Glory smiled as she crawled over to your lap and could feel you getting hard as she kissed you to turn your lips blue this time. “Seriously baby, you gotta do better to cover up your weakness for older mares.”

“I can’t help it...” You pulled her pants down and gave her bubbly butt a light spank so she would squeal with delight. “I simply love mares who have years of experience.” You shared a kiss as you carried her to the bedroom for another magical night.

*back at Crimson’s place*

“Alright, close up the place so we can get some statements. And make sure to get those back to the evidence locker!” the police commissioner shouted to her subordinates.

Every police officer in uniform saluted as they began to take statements and mark up evidence all around the mansion. One room they had finished digging through, was called in to remove as they believed it to be heavily dangerous. Storing the crates into one of the police carriages, the two officers began to pull so they could take it back to base.

Sadly, most things in this world weren’t what they seemed to be... including officers of the law.

As the crates were being pulled away to another location by carriage, the officers in charge of moving them had devious intentions.

“Finally. The boss is going to love this. Too bad our business with Crimson is over.”

“Guess he must have pissed off the wrong bastard to buck with. Doesn’t matter now. Let’s just get these back to base.”

“We’re one step closer to winning this war.”

Driving out into the night, they tossed their caps out as they left with their new wares of war.

*your POV back home*

After a long night full of both bloodshed and pleasure, you finally made it back to Ponyville and stood in front of the door to your house.

“Here we go...” you said, wondering if you should’ve rehearsed for what you were going to tell Sapphire. Walking into the house, hoofsteps echoed into your ears as your family and staff came down to greet you. You lean down as your eldest daughter flies right up towards you.

“Where have you been Daddy?!” Night asked, making herself comfortable in your arms while Sonic held onto your leg.

You told her you had a job to take care of. Another white lie to preserve your foal’s innocence. Once everyone stopped bombarding you with hugs and kisses, or licks in Hehwuti’s case, you made your way upstairs to find Sapphire.

As you entered the study, you saw her facing the window, which gave you a weird feeling. Walking up, she turned to you and threw something on the desk. You looked down and saw that it was today’s newspaper. On the front cover, you saw Crimson Brooch’s face in front with bold letters above saying, ‘Ex-tyrant found murdered in his mansion.’

You both stayed silent until Sapphire sighed and said, “I know you have something to do with this.”

‘Dammit! How does word get out so fast these days?!’ you thought as you tried to come up with a way to explain. All worries however went away when the pop star pulled you into a hug, pressing your face in between her J-cups.

“You’re such an idiot...” she said with a small laugh.

“I’m sorry, but now you can take a breather...”

“True, I’m still a bit peeved you jumped into my busin-”

“Our business,” you corrected, but moved on to give her reassurance. “In case you forgot Sapphire, you’re part of this family now.”

You told her about what happened in Las Pegasus. How Crimson threatened to have her prostituted, and the bravery her mother showed that night.

“You’re free now. That bastard won’t bother you, your mother, or Sonic ever again. But even though that’s the case... I’d like to ask you and our son to stay.”

Sapphire looked away as she contemplated the idea. She only planned on staying until she figured out some way to deal with her father. Just like Glory told you, Sapphire never married since she never wanted to feel like she had to depend on somepony. But things had rapidly changed ever since she met you... In addition to getting pregnant with your foal, she felt like she could love and trust you more than any of the other stallions she’s known.

You further explained that you had a small ‘talk’ with Glory, neglecting to mention the part about bucking her brains out, and you pulled out a small box. Opening it, you revealed a golden ring with a sapphire shaped like a dolphin.

“B-Baby... I-Is this...?” she tried to ask. You nodded and got down on one leg.

“The last time I asked, I was drunk and lost control of my mouth like an idiot. But today, my head is nice and clear. Sapphire Shores... will you-” You didn’t get to finish as the pop star tackled you to the ground and your face was once again in between her breasts.

“Yes! Yes! A million times, YES!” she yelled, and got back up to sit on her knees while still holding you in her cleavage. It was only when you began suffocating and desperately tapped on her arm that she set you free.

‘I swear if Grogar and his cronies don’t kill me first, the strength of an earth pony will!’ you thought, coughing and chuckling at the same time. You always fail to remember that all earth ponies, despite lacking magic or flight, are three times as strong as either of them.

Sapphire took the ring out of the case and examined it. “Seriously though baby. It’s obvious why you put in a sapphire, but how did you know I love dolphins?”

You blushed and chuckled lamely. “I’ve uh... been talking to Luna… She said she watches you swim with dolphins when she visits your dreams...”

Just then, you looked around, getting the feeling that someone was watching you. As a matter of fact, somepony was not only watching you, but they heard Sapphire accept your wedding ring.

“Well Rarity, what’s her answer?” Twilight asked.

“She said yes darlings!” Rarity squealed, having overheard the conversation. The mares could no longer control their excitement now that they had a new member of the family.

It wasn’t just the elements of harmony who burst through the window. Celestia, Luna, Nightmare Moon, Nocturnal Night, Chocolate Cake, and so many others came in. Even Princess Azure from Aquastria was here, along with the rest of the royal family of the sea.

With all the things that happened to you, you decided not to even bother figuring out how King Leo’s family got here so quickly.

Suddenly without warning the door behind bursts open and immediately you were lifted up and brought into another bear hug.

“WHEN’S THE WEDDING?!” King Leo screamed out as you heard your own bones breaking. One of these days, your spine was going to quit on you.

*two weeks later*

It’s been a few years since you and Celestia had your wedding and you thought that it would be your last, but here you were changing into your tux and getting ready for wife number 10.

While admiring yourself in the mirror, you saw Celestia and Luna come in with supporting smiles and lovely dresses. You controlled your thoughts and didn’t dare look at their breasts, as you couldn’t leave the dressing room with a boner. It was easier said than done because Celestia put her bust right in front of your face when she came over to help fix your tie.

“10 wives and 8 foals. How big of a family are you going to build, beloved?” she asked.

“This family is already crazy enough, but the house is big enough to handle it. Besides, life would be boring if nothing crazy ever happened,” you reasoned.

Honestly, you were about to actually ask the royal sisters if they had anything against Sapphire and Sonic moving in, but you bit back such a silly question.

As you allowed Tia and Luna to escort you out of the dressing room, you saw that your family and some of your closest friends were already sitting down waiting for the wedding to start. You smiled at how Sonic, your son, and your pride and joy, looked so cute in a tux perfect for a toddler.

Unfortunately, while a lot of the friends you’ve made during your crazy adventures in Equestria were here, you acknowledged the absences. Among them was Blueblood, who a few months back, decided to leave Ponyville to go on a journey. He did, however, send a parchment through Spike’s flames congratulating you on your next marriage.

You remembered that Blueblood himself was also a victim of abuse, and though he’s in your debt for saving him from suicide and taking him in, he’s still trying to undo the damage Goldenblood has done to him. Judging from his parchment, which also mentioned how he arrived at his next journey destination Saddle Arabia last week, he was doing well and learning to become a better stallion.

You were glad Blueblood was okay, but you were surprised that Wolf wasn’t here either. In fact, you haven’t seen him since he helped you get back from Fantasionia. He too sent a letter, from which you learned he and Bud had an important mission to attend to, but they didn’t give you the details of the said mission.

You let out a small sigh as you waited in front, your groomsmen or grooms-ponies you have chosen all sat behind waiting for Sapphire’s arrival. You saw your bride-to-be’s mother sitting next to Morning Grey, unable to stop the tears from flowing. She had always dreamed of seeing her baby grow up and one day starts a family. Now she can finally relax knowing her daughter will be fine.

You smile as when it came to bringing out the pony in their attire, Rarity had a given gift to make the ordinary become extraordinary. That was proven when the doors finally opened and Sapphire Shores entered. Her bridal gown seemed to be a mixture of classic and pop culture, and of course, various sapphires were sewn into the fabric since it was the jewel she was named after.

For a moment you wondered where Rarity got the sapphires from, but you then remembered how she took frequent visits to the gem cave outside of Ponyville. Noticing that Spike was drooling since all those gems sewn into the dress was like a full course buffet to him, you helped close your brother-in-law’s mouth before he made a scene.

“How do I look?” Sapphire asked once she was face-to-face with you. “It’s not too much I hope.”

You shook your head. “Not at all... You look stunning.”

Sapphire giggled and turned over to the alicorn fashionista. “Make sure to thank Rarity. That dear knows how to catch a pony’s look.”

The justice of peace coughed as he got ready to say the vows. You already knew the vows and waited for the important where the justice of peace asked if anypony objected to you and Sapphire’s marriage. Though nopony disagreed, you had a new reason to be afraid of Glory Stage.

“BREAK MY LITTLE FILLY’S HEART, AND I’LL BREAK YOUR LEGS DARLING!” she called out waving her hand with a giggle before sitting back down with a small blush.

You gulped and got your share of dread because of your imminent mother-in-law’s threats. You tugged at your collar as the justice of peace continued on with the vows. Once you were nice and calm again, you and Sapphire exchanged your words of peace and commitment and slipped your rings on each other’s fingers.

“By the power that Celestia has bestowed before me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Lifting the veil over Sapphire’s head you sealed the marriage with a kiss and the whole room sounded with cheers and claps from your friends and family.

*later that night*

After at least 2 hours of drinking, dancing and cake, you led Sapphire to the bedroom she would be living in from now on and locked the door. You practically tackled your new wife to the bed, drinking in her blushing beauty as she slowly stripped naked.

“So I’m your tenth wife,” she giggled, allowing you to kiss all around her neck and face. “How many more brides until you’re satisfied baby?”

“Tia and Luna asked the same thing earlier,” you chuckled. “This place is getting crowded, but I don’t care. I’ve been in love with you ever since I learned I got you pregnant. It was a big shock, but a good one nonetheless.”

Sapphire held your hand against her cheek and shed some happy tears. “I... I feel the same way. Even before I booked my first massage from you, I’ve heard great things about you baby, I believed them. There’s no such thing as a perfect mother, but I don’t regret not telling you I was in heat back then. I was happy I gave birth to your foal.”

That was enough talking for tonight. The wedding day wasn’t technically over yet, and kissing the bride once just didn’t suffice. Capturing Sapphire’s lips again, you hummed from the taste of wedding cake as your tongues fought for domination.

“No need for more drama... Just put it in already honey...” she whispered after ending the kiss. “Both of our urges are insatiable...”

You laughed a bit as you guided your member to her itching marehood. Just pressing the tip sent waves of pleasure through your new wife’s body. Pushing it all the way to the hilt in one thrust, Sapphire threatened your eardrums with her scream and lolled her tongue out. Her nails weren’t as sharp as diamond dogs or griffons, but it by no means tickled as she dug into your back.

‘How’s that for dramatic?’ you thought, groping both of her watermelon-sized breasts before mercilessly pounding her pussy like you did her mother’s. Something you still haven’t admitted to her. But...

“D-Don’t think I’m stupid honey... I know you and Mommy have been n-naughty during your trip...” she smirked. “I-It’s no mistake that Mommy d-dearest made you ram her till she was... drunk with pleasure... AH!” Sapphire gasped a bit as you decided to silence her by showing her the kind of lovemaking you gave her mother.

She reached up and pinched your cheek. She would definitely wear you out with her scolding later, but for now it was time to celebrate.

*meanwhile at a bar in the middle of the badlands. Wolf’s POV*

‘Of anywhere he could be, that bastard decides to spend his time in this place...’ Wolf let out a sigh as he stood in front of a large bar. However, this bar was in the conditions least appropriate for having a good time.

Literally smacked in the badlands on a road that leads from Equestria to a barren wasteland that one would have to cross for about 23 miles until they made it to a fork in the road. The left way led to Griffonstone, and the right led to the silver and steel mines.

While the bar served as a place for rest and reliable information, Wolf acknowledged that it was far from safe and was bound to have some unsavory characters. He was right on the mark, for as he approached the bar, two thugs dressed in leather came crashing out of one of the already broken windows. Even though they were now outside, the poor fools continued throwing their punches as if they craved violence.

‘Better make a good entrance then’ wolf sighs as he takes a breath and enters the bar.

Drinking away or chatting with others the patrons of the bar finally notice as the doors of the bar open. They turn their attention as a new face enters the bar. He wore black clothing with various straps that covered most of his body, his hood covers his face but they can tell it’s a diamond dog from the way his snout looked.

The diamond dog walks in as wolf heads straight for the bar center.

The waitress a griffon mare begins to clean some glasses as she looks at the new stranger.

“Hey sugar what’s your poison,” he griffon mare asks.

Wolf stays silent as he tries not to draw attention. Sadly their eyes still watching no matter how much he tries to lay low.

“Shot of devil cut whiskey and whereabouts of an old friend” wolf asks

Griffon mare begins to grab the bottle of whiskey and pours a shot. “This friend has a name.”

Wolf was about to speak but another voice calls out.

“HEY WHO LET A MUTT INTO OUR BAR!” a voice shouts out from across the bar. Wolf doesn’t look as a large buff burly stallion walks up towards wolf.

“Didn’t you read the sign dog.” he points at the large sign hanging on the wall. The large symbol of a dog with the big sensor on it was easy to spot but wolf didn’t care much for rules.

“Sorry but I’m not here to socialize. I’ll leave once I find my friend” wolf grabs his shot and downs it.

“Did I stutter or are you deaf. Your kind isn’t wanted here and we want you gone” the large thug stallion walks over till he was right beside wolf. The griffon mare walks away as she knows it’s going to get ugly real quick.

Wolf keeps his head down and doesn’t look at the stallion. “Leave….. I don’t want any trouble.”

The stallion laughs a bit. “Really because you go-” he reaches at wolf however he stops as wolf quickly breaks his grip and grabs his head. With enough force, he slams his head right against the bar counter. Wolf holds his head down as the stallion begins to cough up some blood.

Wolf reaches down and at his neck and holding his head wolf can see his slam was enough to cave in his skull as his eye socket was caved in crushing his eye from the sudden head slam.

“What did I say asshole.” wolf lets him go as the stallion falls to the ground dead.

Watching wolf kill the stallion some of the bar patrons stood up. Wolf sighs as he was hoping to avoid a conflict however coming here was already a mistake. He turns to the group, a few of the patrons walked to the back away from the fight while several were walking up towards the dog.

“Seriously can’t have a normal drink here. Alright, let's get this goi-” wolf was cut off as right behind the griffon waitress grabbed one of her bottles of liquor and smashes it right against wolfs head. Daze she reaches under the counter and tosses a large bag of weapons.

Racing over every patron grabs a weapon, whether it was a pipe, wrench, or even a spiked bat they all rushed right after wolf.

Wolf quickly recovered from the daze and disarmed one of the thugs. Once the weapon was out of the thug’s hands, Wolf couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed the patron’s neck. Refusing to show mercy, blood spilled out as Wolf used his claws to tear his victim’s neck open and threw him to the side.

The rest begin to scream out as they wave their weapons out widely waiting for a chance to attack the mangy mutt.

Wolf stayed silent as each patron waits for the right moment. One by one wolf had to dodge and disarm each patron in the bar of their weapons. A few were choked slammed and wolf ended up tossing one out the window. Although wolf was trained it didn’t mean he was fully invincible as wolf take a few hits however he took each hit without flinching.

A suddenly what seemed like a bar full of patrons now was filled with several critically injured or even some were dead wolf continued on as the last patron wolf ended up killing.

Tossing him right against the bar counter wolf lets him slide down before stopping right on his back, snapping it the patron twitches as gasps from the sudden snap.

“WELL WELL WELL!!” a loud voice echoed as wolf looks up.

From the second floor, wolf can see a random figure leaning against the balcony, he shakes his head as blood from his last attacker splattered on his cheek and down to his lower jaw.

“I wonder when you’ll be here…. Come up for a drink” the figure walks back to his table as wolf heads up the steps. Walking up wolf removes his hood as the figure pours a couple of drinks for him. His arm is covered in various markings lights up as the figure finishes pouring his drink.

Grabbing the other glass he sets in on the other side before grabbing his. Wolf walks over as the figure sees his old comrade again after so long. Blood seeps down his clothes as despite wolf going into retirement he still got it.

“Damned dog….. Still got it I see” he downs his drink as wolf walks over to the random figure.

Once wolf was close he got a good look at the figure….. More specifically his old mentor. “Hello…… quick claw”

Sitting in one of the bar lounge chairs the figure is a large griffon with a puma body and black hawk head. Very rare kind of griffon as only a few have different parts instead of the classic lion half. His hold fur and feathers are jet black as his yellow beak is distinguished, some of his hair feathers are colored yellow to help give his unique hawk-like look. His arms from the claw point up to his shoulders were covered in pure white runes tattoos as each rune glowed a bit.

He dressed in old army cargo pants with a white wife beater and a black leather jacket with the sleeves torn off showing his arms. He pours another drink his old friend smirks as wolf stands in front of him, more blood drips in front as he smirks.

“Damned what do I have the pleasure of meeting an old acquaintance”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious quick” wolf states as he grabs the drink quick offered.

Quick sighs a bit. “Wolf….. As much as I would love to crack a few skulls and watch you snap a few necks you know I’m not an agent anymore” Quick pulls out a small gold bit as he flips the coin in the air. “My passion is the bit….. And when it comes to bits you know a good thief needs a good pair of hands”

Wolf scoffs. “I knew you were a thief before you became an agent didn’t think you went back to living in alleyways and stealing candy from babies”

Quick shrugs. “ what….. Unless those kids are from rich brats who love to stomp on every creature they can without any care I won’t shed a tear for them. Besides wolf you’re capable of taking on any pony… why need me?”

The silence broke out as wolf only let out a short sigh. Walking over Quick slowly takes a drink from his glass as wolf reaches into his pocket and tosses it on top of the table. Quick’s eyes turned pinprick as to what wolf placed on top of the table.

A single black rose.

“Black rose is operational again….. He has return”

Quick stared at wolf as anger and rage course through his whole body, memories of pure rage filled his mind as he looks at the rose again. So many lives lost because of one bastard…. The glass in his hand shatters in pieces as none of the glass embedded hurt more then what he’s seen and experience from that mission.

“When” quick growls in anger as wolf took a step back.

“He returned after trying to kill a friend of mine…. From what i learned you got some history with him just as much as i do”

Quick stands up as he walks away towards the balcony on the other end. He leans over as more rage courses through. Unable to contain it he slams his fist against the balcony railing, breaking it off he steps back as he calms himself.

“That piece of shit…… he cost me alot on that mission…. My gold….. The princesses crown…… my own pupil” quick again loses control as his arm glows and he strikes through the wall. Pulling his arm out he flexes his fingers as he turns to wolf. He begins that one of that missions he was trying to steal the princesses crown during the whole commotion only for the one he thought he could trust backstab him….. He ended up escaping but he never got the score and worst….. He later found out his own pupil and partner in crime was murdered by him. The rage build-up still there after all those years still burns hotter than ever.

“Please tell me you haven’t wasted that bastard” he looks at wolf hoping he hasn’t killed him yet.

Wolf shakes his head. “That’s why I’m here….. I need all the agents I can for this…. Something big is coming and I know I can’t do this on my own….” he extends a handout. “So you in”

Quick looks at his hand then at the glass. Since that mission he hadn’t had a good heist and he spent most of his days drinking. A few occasions he would keep himself from developing an addiction however the guilt of losing somepony and the fact he never could get another score like that send him off the deep end.

Although this time he has another chance to teach the one he use to call comrade and friend what happens when you take the ones you care for away can really change a stallion.

He thinks long and hard before he comes with a verdict. Reaching out he and wolf grab each other's wrists, with a firm shake wolf and a quick nod.

“When do we begin?”

WHOOOOO WEEEE THIS ONE WAS A DOOZY!

Hey guys real quick on an update as I decided not to do a small outro in the end as I really wanted to post this. it still needs a bit more adjustment so please wait for final piece hopefully before the end of October.

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