Chapter Two: The Boss Pony

When one would walk up the slight incline following the path towards the Public Bath House, one would expect (following on from what we've seen of the place so far) that it would be a squalid ratty old building smelling of mildew and rust, however this was not the case.

The benevolent leader of B0NER saw to the sanitary needs of his people, after having backed up the sewers for the twentieth time to save on waste costs, as such the people were blessed or so appearances could deceive. The structure was massive in size, so large it could easily be described as a mansion, compared to everything else the white marble structure was a breath of fresh air.

The truth made more sense of course, inlaid with gold and silk wall hangings this structure was obviously not a 'public' bath house but rather the center of command for the secret organization that was the true anarchist state of B0NER, of course that completely defied the attitude of the free people of B0NER.

Thus the sheep dip out back that we used to wash the peasants.

"I would love another coffee thank you very much loyal adviser!" Jenkins grinned madly from his seat, holding up his mug in one hoof.

"Of course! Anything for you sir!"

"I'm loving the new cape by the way!"

"Why thank you other loyal adviser!" Jenkins chuckled warmly, adjusting the position of his blood red cape slightly. "I thought this color would go wonderfully with my coat!"

"Well it does!"

"Suits you sir!"

Stygian watched the display with a flat expression, sure he was used to their ruler by now, the fact he had worked with far worse was an understatement. Truth was he couldn't help but like Jenkins' style, he had that mad sort of expression that Stygian felt truly at home with, plus he did live like a king, sitting in what could only be described as a throne room talking to himself.

He liked him, even if the current boss had multiple personalities and voices in his head... Stygian gave an awkward cough.

Jenkins, a fellow Earth pony, was mid way through pouring himself another coffee when he took note of his dangerous Minister of Defense. When he did it took him a few moment to realize what was going on. "Hmm? Mmmk mmmk, its a pleasure to see you again Sty-Ji-An, what news today?"

The icy blue eyed stallion frowned, that cold frown which he displayed whenever anyone got his name wrong. "Its pronounced Sti-Gee-An," Stygian corrected. "Or Stig, whatever you prefer."

"Okay Styg!" Jenkins grinned, his eyes moving off in opposite direction and his mad smile returning. The young Stallion was tall with a saffron coat, black mane and tail and eyes that would alter color depending upon mood, orange when angry baby blue when happy. "What's on the agenda today?"

Stygian once more had to lower the volume of his ears. Jenkins, their almighty and all powerful ruler had that exploding sort of voice too but in a far more cheerful manner. "Well... aside from losing another recruit I have a few issues that need to be recognized."

"Oh?" Jenkins sipped from his coffee, tipping much of it onto his chest without even flinching from the sizzle it made on contact.

"First..." Stygain began, lifting a long sheet of paper from out of nowhere and peering at it irritably. "The orphanages have declined our offer to take some youths off their hooves for our Work Program."

"Work Program!?" Jenkins frowned, wiping the spilled liquid he had just noticed with a negligent hoof.

"The slave labor thing," Stygian answered.

"Ah yes that!" Jenkins gave a short laugh, he had thought that idea funny when he had first dreamed it up, turned out he was right.

"Second... we have an issue with our arms dealer," Stygian sighed. "It seems he no longer accepts cabbages as a form of currency."

"Aw shit," Jenkins moaned sadly. "Why not?"

"He said he can't stand to eat another," Stygian answered. "Not just because he doesn't like them but the taste of petroleum is making both himself and his children sick."

"That's no excuse!" Jenkins growled. "I demand he be punished for his crimes against our fair nation!"

Stygian shrugged, he would just slip in and stab the poor arms dealer in his sleep. "Third, and perhaps the most important, we once again need another doctor."

"Another One!!!" Jenkins exclaimed. "What happened to the last one!?"

"Death by dysentery," Stygian answered with a frown. "The same as the last five."

"Once more that's no excuse!" Jenkins snapped. "I demand he be made an example of!"

"Shall I just hang his dead corpse over the gate like the others?"

"Sure why not," Jenkins shrugged. "I leave that shit up to you."

"Literally," Stygian muttered to himself. "If that's all boss, I have a date with a bottle of Applejack's Cider."

"Actually..." Jenkins tapped a hoof to his chin. "...while you're here, I have need of you my loyal subject!"

"Oh joy..." Stygian responded with a dull look.

"I wish to get a report from my many citizens!" Jenkins continued with a wild look of absolute mirth. "And I have selected you, oh worthy Minister, to go listen to their complaints and tell them to fuck off and die!"

"I see," Stygain nodded.

Oh yes... and I would see, see exactly what I would be fighting for during the war for control over Equestria.
I would have been better off if I had just moved in next door to Chrysalis...

Author's Note

Meet the new boss! Same as the old boss!

B0NER! The one place in the pony world where you can throw up on the street and improve the smell!
I love it here! So will you!

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