With a clean buck to the chest, Spitfire sent the mare spinning, droplets of scarlet stained her yellow fur as she watched the rotund pegasus cringe in pain. "YOU IMMORAL PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A PONY!" The wonderbolt followed up swiftly as the mare hit the ground, struggling on her back, the athlete saw an opening, and exposed weak spot. She closed in and raised her hoof, ready to drop-kick the vulnerable nerve cluster, then stopped herself briefly, then delivered a kick to the side of it, eliciting a cry of agony, albeit much lower than if she had hit her target.

"No... I won't sink to your fucking level... I still have dignity. You're not better than that stallion around twenty years ago that..." She flared her nostril and gave a kick to the other flank of the mare. "Be a mare; Grow some fucking vagina... those things can take a pounding... not resorting to underhoofed methods like you've done..." Spitfire took to the air, getting ready to deliver a elbow drop, but briefly before she was able to connect to the other mare, a cyan-ish blur intercepted her, taking the blunt of the blow as they both tumbled to the side. Spitfire, being first to regain her composure, snarled in frustration. "Dash? What the hay are y-" Her eyes grew wide as she noticed whom she was laying atop off.

"S-Soarin? What are you?" The blue buck coughed up some blood and shivered, his entire body still seeming very weak. He turned to look her in the face. "S-Spitfire... stop... please... I beg you..." Confused, the mare retorted. "Why? She's a bad pony Soarin! I just want to have her suffer a bit before we turn her in." Her fellow pegasus trembled, then shook his head. "No... you can hurt... the foal..." his yellow friend flared her nostrils. "It's a rape-foal, Soarin, you don't owe it anything." Taking a deep breath, the pale blue stallion fixed her with a stern glare. "Neither do I have a spite with them... they can't help what their mother did. Who are you to punish them for something they are a result of, not part of?" Soarin gave a sniffle. "I know I likely won't be able to look at them without being remembered of... it. But ruining, or even possibly taking their life this far in is just..." the stallions next words got interrupted by a coughing fit.

The yellow pegasus simply got up, walked over to the squirming mare and loomed over her and bluntly stated. "If it wasn't for the fact that giving you what you deserve would endanger an innocent life, I would gladly have given you the same treatment as that stallion got... with some minor adjustments for anatomy... just so you know... though, I can give you a promise that I WILL do that if you don't take proper care of that filly... do I make myself clear?" The mare just glared at her, seeming to contemplate her actions as Dash strode up next to them. "Um, Spitfire?" Catching the other mares attention, the flier resumed her speech; "Won't she get sent to jail for like... a long time? These are serious crimes she's committed. I think Soarin will have to be a single father once the foal's out..."

Kicker groaned and tried to get up, but stilled seemed disoriented from the prior blows. "No... you can't take my baby! We belong together, why can't you see that? We're a prefect family!" Spitfire shook her head and sighed. "I'm sure you can get some professional help in prison. If Soarin can muster it, I'm sure he'll even come visit with the foal once it grows up a little. Not that you deserve it, but Soarin is a good pony. Wish I could say the same about you..." The wonderbolt flared her nostrils and glared at the mare with malice.

The pale purple pegasus curled up a little on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Why? Why did you two have to come and ruin everything? I had it all planned out... are you happy now? Thanks to you, they're going to take my daughter away from me, and my Soarin..." A sudden grin spread across her face. "Yes... yeeess... how could I forget?" She managed to stand up with a smirk, swaying slightly. "You're going to give me those pictures back, and let me go... otherwise two little colts won't be making it home for dinner today..."

Dash flared her wings and snorted. "You're bluffing! If you'd had that trump card, you wouldn't have freaked out that much before." A flopping noise could be heard once more, causing the cyan mare to turn around to the bouncing orange filly next to her. With a quirked brow, the used a wing to tug off the gag. "Thank you Rainbow Dash! You're so awesome! I knew you'd save me!" Quirking her brow further, the mare tilted her head questioningly, upon which Scootaloo seemed to realized what she was doing. "Oh, uh, she's not bluffing sis. She kidnapped me, Rumble, Pipsqueak and ..." Seeming to blank out, the filly lied there for several seconds. "Uhm... I forgot their name." The filly gave a bashful grin and fluttered her wings.

The yellow pegasus flared her nostrils. "Well then... it seems like we are at a temporary stalemate..." Cloud Kicker grinned triumphantly, having regained the upper hoof. "I will tell her she doesn't have a mother." All three mares froze up and glanced towards the location of the voice. Soarin stood shakily on his legs, seeming to have regained enough control of his body to move. "You heard me. If you are willing to both abuse, and endanger children for your own sake, I don't see you as a good enough pony to consider a parent. Sure, almost anypony can make a foal, but that doesn't make them a parent in it's own, only biologically. And from all you've shown me so far, I really don't want my daughter to know whom her mother was... if anything, I'd rather tell her she's Spitfire's..." Said mare perked her ears notably and stood at attention and stared intensely at him.

Kicker in the other hoof, just stared blankly at Soarin, looking as her heart had just been torn out and stomped on, repeatedly. "You... you would rather lie to your daughter about her mother, than tell her the truth?" The mare quickly lost her facade, her expression drooping rapidly. The stallion glared back at her with a flat expression. "If this is who you want to be; Yes." The mare slumped notably in her posture, the words seeming to tear at her worse than any blade could at her skin. Fighting back tears, she spoke in a low voice; "They're in the backroom of the club..." Dash made a peculiar noise of surprise. "Bwhawa? No way! Ponies would notice that! It's in the middle of town!" The mare gave a bemused snort. "Oh really? Ever been there?" Rainbow opened her mouth to speak, then thought for a few seconds, then closed her mouth and glanced to the side. "That's what I thought... nopony ever goes there, it's just a room that 'is'. At most, it's where mares go to get sucked off or something while at the club. I locked the door though, so don't worry about that."

Soarin gave a weak smile. "Thank you... I'll be sure to visit you. But please... talk to somepony while you're in jail. You need help... they might can give you shortened sentence, then we could take turns to have our daughter." Kicked sighed deeply. "Perhaps you're right...do you think we could ever be a real family?" The stallion shifted his weight and seemed to contemplate while the other two mares looked at her with scorn. "I'm not sure if I can ever get over what you've done to me..." She started to lower her head in defeat. "But..." Her head snapped back up immediately as he uttered those words, the other two pegasi following suit. "Who knows? One can never be too certain... maybe one day I will be able to forgive you. But I can tell you right now, it won't be today, it won't be tomorrow. But it could happen. It would rest mostly on your shoulders to make that happen however. I'm afraid this is a wound that time won't heal on it's own... it will need help, and you're the one that needs to invest time in that... just understand that I will need some time alone to think for now... this goes for all of you." The pegasi stood gathered close to each other, none really sure what to do. But all of them could agree on that from this day forth, nothing would be the same again. If it would be for the better or worse, only time would tell.

Author's Note

The "good" ending.