It's Great to be "The Boss"

The Boss looked at the file folder that he had one of his many men "confiscate" from the Manehatten police department, then he chuckled as he threw it on the fire. "The less they know, the better." He sat down in his favorite chair and sipped some of his favorite cherry wine, savoring every last drop. After he finished his glass, nice and slow of course, He stood up again and calmly walked over to his office desk and sat down in that chair, "Such an exquisite piece of furniture..." Boss thought to himself, Manticore leather and Griffon feathers, framed by gold leaf mahogany."One of my favorite purchases simply for the sheer intimidation value." He shifted so the seat stopped poking into his flank, "Not the most comfortable chair though..." He brought his wine to his dark brown muzzle and breathed in deeply, "Such a fine wine, wouldn't you agree?" Then he finally lowered his emerald green eyes to the dirty, angry, grubby Diamond Dog kneeling on his carpet.

The Diamond Dog spit at him, "To Tartarus with you and your wine, you Road-Apple eating Jerk!" The Boss raises an eyebrow and smiles from under his gray pinstripe fedora.

"My, my, my, What strong language, normally I'd send you to my pets for that, but..." He took another sip of his wine, "I think we can make a deal."

The Diamond Dog spit at him again, "Not likely, you feather spewing fool!"

"I prefer the term, "Silver Tongued" myself." He responds nonchalantly as he looks at the swirling liquid in his glass, "And it would be in your best interests if you did co-operate; All I'm asking is for a small percentage of your monthly profit, and in return-" He looks back down at the grubby fool that was getting his priceless, gold-woven, Zebran carpet all dirty, "-My men won't shut you down... Forcefully."

"Not a chance, "Mr. The Boss", not for all of the gold in-"

"Suit yourself, then." The Boss flicks up a panel in his desk and hits the big green button, and with a scream the grubby Dog was no longer dirtying his carpet, but sliding down a shoot to his prized pet's little den. The trap door closed with a quiet "Ka-Chunk". "Next appointment, Rex." He says just loudly enough to be heard through the door, and a second later it pops open and a hulk of a Earth Pony pushes in a slightly battered unicorn.

"Here you are, Boss, 'nother one of them "Freelancers" your tellin' us to keep an eye out for." The Earth Pony says in a deep voice.

Boss put down his wine glass, "Ah, I see..." He looks at the Unicorn with an eyebrow raised, "At least this one was kind enough to have cleaned off his hooves first." He stood up and walked around the desk, "So I-"

"Yes, definitely, as much as you want!" The unicorn sputtered out in a single blast of air, "Ten, Twenty, Fifty, One hundred, any number you want and it-" Boss reaches along his desk and hits the big red button right beside the big green one and, as all the others, this one screamed as he slid down the tube to his prized pets' children's den.

"I don't like being interrupted." He looks up at the Earth Pony, who gulps loudly, "Is that all, Hired Muscle?"

"Y-Yes, sir, Boss, sir!" He says in a scared voice, "N-No more 'pointments t'day, Sir!"

"Then that will be all, Muscle, make sure Reggie's children are fed less..." Boss looked at the trap door, "Irritating food, will you?"

"S-Sir!"

Boss walks back to his big, comfy, leather seat and sat down to watch the last dying rays of the afternoon sun with a content sigh, when the last bit of the orange giant fades over the horizon, he turns his chair back to his desk and taps a button on the it's underbelly, causing a rectangle of light to appear a little to his right, over the large empty space on said desk. In this rectangle of light, Boss could see a familiar grubby Dog about to smash his prized pet over the noggin with a rock in a sim-forest. Boss hits another button, clears his throat and says, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you'll just irritate him." The Diamond Dog looks around like there was a bug buzzing around his head, Boss loved it when they did that, then it spouted a ceaseless line of obscenities, which Boss Didn't like.

"When I get out of here, I'm gunna kick in your teeth, you freak!" He throws the rock in a random direction as he kicks at the dirt, "I'm gunna beat you till your black and blue, you stupid head!"

"Colorful tongue, this one has." Boss thought to himself as he watched his prized pet open a single eye on his shaggy gray head, "Oh my, you've woken up poor Reggie," The Diamond Dog's eyes go wide as he slowly turns back to the slowly awakening Manticore behind him, "He may be old, but he is the best pet a pony could ask for-" then Boss adopts a babying tone, "-Isn't that right, Reggie?" The Manticore yawns quietly, "He is also a cut above the rest of his kin; faster then a speeding Pegasai, with Toxin more powerful then the Zebran Plains Spiders... Oh, and one more thing..." Boss paused for effect, "It still leaves you with feeling as he feeds-" The manticore jumps the screaming Diamond Dog, "-Too bad all his teeth fell out years ago and I had him de-clawed and de-stinged, though I do still collect his venom." The screams cut off when Boss hit the button again, "I give him an hour before he cracks..." Then he chuckled to himself, "And a day before I check up on him." He thought about checking up on the other one, but there probably isn't even a horn left, so he decided not to bother.

Boss woke up and had a nice long, steamy, shower with a nice, long legged -and equally as steamy- Pegasus Mare with an adorable cutie mark that looked like the sun peaking over a rain cloud, though he couldn't remember for the life of him what her name was. Bah, Semantics. He thought as she lathered his dark brown mane, "That feels very nice, your doing a great job this morning, keep it up and you might get an extra bit or two." The Mare smiles brightly as she grumbles something through her teeth, "What was that dear?"

"Nothing, Nothing at all, your Boss-ness."

"It's just "The Boss", sweetie, and your right that it was nothing if you want to keep that little bonus I mentioned." After she rinsed off his mane, he wrapped himself up in a nice, fluffy, house coat that covered his Cutie Mark, A hoof taking money out of a wallet, and tossed her an extra five bit coin. "Have a nice day, don't spend it all in one place." He could feel her heated stare on the back of his neck, "And that's better then Coffee any day..." Boss walks out of his room and is instantly surrounded by three of each kind of pony; all big, all fast, and all dumber then a door nail.

"Were to, Boss?" One of the big unicorns asks.

"Were we always go in the morning, Muscle."

"Washroom it is, Boss." And after Boss had a nice, relaxing-[DATA REDACTED]- He washes his hooves and opens the door, and is instantly surrounded once more by his loyal henchmen. "Office, Boss?"

"That is correct, Muscle." And a few minutes of leisurely walking, he is there and they dissipate to continue their duties for the day: To be at his beck and call. Boss sits in his favorite chair and picks up today's paper as he sips his morning tea, and smiles the biggest grin he has smiled since he gained his prestigious position as he read the head title for the "The Manehatten Times".

Elements of Harmony on loan to the Museum of Equestian History!

The grin didn't leave his face as he took another sip of his tea, though it did come off when the tea spilled down his chest, "OUCH!" he hollers as he hops out of his chair, and the door came crashing down.

"BOSS!" The Earth Pony from yesterday was standing on the splintered remains of his intricately carved, Rosewood office door.

"Everything is fine, Muscle," He looked back at the newspaper as the grin spread across his face, "Everything is fine."