Both Wonderbolts shot forward, intercepting Kicker before she had time to properly react, managing a clean take-down, pinning her onto her back. "Gotcha!" Dash exclaimed triumphantly, flaring her wings to their full glory. Spitfire smirked bemusedly at the display. "Full control over your courting reflexes was it?" The cyan mare flushed lightly and quickly folded her wings, giving a light cough. "Well, ahem... that was just the wind..." The yellow pegasus let out a gigglesnort and pressed the pale purple mare down further. "Anyhow, we finally got the fucker..." Her tone shifting drastically, Spitfire pressed a hoof down onto the throat of the pony beneath her. "Not so fun anymore when the winds have turned, now is it?"

The chubby mare squirmed under her captors, trying to break free. "Hun, help me!" She looked towards Soarin hopefully and struggled to get up. The lead wonderbolt gave a deadpan and struck the mare lightly, but enough to feel across the cheek. "Don't you get it? He won't help you. And one of the minor reasons for that is due to the fact that you PARALYZED him. But even if he could move, why would he want to save your sorry flank? After all you've done to him? After what you put him through? He was a wreck the first few weeks. Had nightmares. I mean, for Luna's sake, he even... had accidents in bed so to say... if you ask me, he was really slow on getting over it. but that's just who he is, a bit extra fragile, not to mention gullible. But you wouldn't know that would you? Part of him died that day... oh, if you know how much I've looked forward to this day... you took the innocence from one of the sweetest ponies I knew, and for that, I will make you pay..."

The pregnant pegasus pony flapped her wings helplessly as Spitfire cracked her neck and began to grin deviously. "Wait!" Kicker squeaked. "What about the baby?" Without moving, the yellow mare bared her grinning teeth. "Oh, don't worry, the chance for miscarriage is minimal, while the chance for pain is optimal. I have to admit, I've really craved to rape you back... but both me and Dash don't want to sink to your level, even if it would have been fun to Neighfel-tower you... we're better than that" Having heard the whole thing, Soarin felt a dull pain in his chest. While it hurt to know his friend had planned to rape his rapist, part of him said it would only be fair, but that part was a very small portion. A much bigger part questioned if revenged would even lead to anything. Would it really make him feel better? And if anypony, shouldn't he be doing it?

"You know what I'll enjoy even more than beating your sorry ass? Knowing that you'll have to spend several years in prison, your foal torn away from your evil, undeserving clutches. Living a much better life at a foster family." The mare trashed as she was pinned down. "THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU CAN'T TAKE MY BABY!" Spitfire's grin just grew wider. "Oh, we can, and we will... I can make sure you'll never even get to see how they look... having a foal is a privilege, not a toy. And you certainly are unfit for being a parent. So, if I were you, I'd cherish the fact you even managed to reproduce... you'll never get even half as close as you are with that foal ever again." Despite it was futile, the mare struggled even more vigorously the more the yellow mare spoke.

The rainbow maned mare looked hesitantly at her partner. "Umh... you sure you're not going to far here Spits?" The other mare just stared at her flatly. "You ARE aware she sexually abused two minors and raped my best friend, right? One of which is your sister in law..." Dash seemed to think for a few seconds, glancing over to where her marefriends was looking, seeing the orange filly in question, tied up and looking expectantly at her. "... okay, skip what I said, this pony deserve more that what you've said... you know Kicker, while the guards make it seem like rape never happens in prisons, let me tell you that it does... and it's mainly foalfiddlers that are on the receiving end, usually in the form of being gangbanged..." The cyan mare gave a swift kick to the ribs of the grounded pegasus.

"Think I've heard that too hun, some guards even join in on it. It's not exactly something ponies look past easily you know..." Spitfire stomped on one of the wings, making the mare wince. "Stop!" Both Wonderbolts froze in their tracks as self-proclaimed vigilantes'. Turned to see Soarin with a worried look on his face. "Something the matter Soarin? You want to wait until you can join too? Or is it that we're doing it in front of the foals? ... uh, don't worry, we had plans to letting them go just as soon as we are done here..." The stallion shook his head. "No... I'd like for you to stop... I don't want to prosecute her."

Both of the standing mares dropped their jaws faster than either of them could wink, exclaiming in unison: "WHAT?" Spitfire quickly resumed with a tirade of questions: "Did you hit your noggin? Did she drug you? Soarin, I know you can be quite an air head at times, but what in tartarus would make you say such a stupid thing?" The pale blue pegasus let out a deep sigh. "Look... I just don't want want her to lose her foal... I know it's a rape child, but she's still my daughter, and I want her the best. I didn't like the thought of her being taken from me, so I can't even compare that to how she must feel, especially as she'll carry her for eleven months... look, I know this must sound stupid, even for me... but I just want my little girl to have happy life. And if that means me giving up on this revenge, then so be it... you told me to get over my rape, and well... I have. I've realized that now. It's more important that I make my daughter happy, then pursue some personal vendetta."

Spitfire clopped a hoof to her forehead. Soarin, seriously... you can't be serious... your daughter would be much better off at a foster family, she'd never even know she's adopted... or heck, you could keep her yourself! If you want to, we can say Dash is the mother." Said pegasus flared her wings in surprise and looked at them both in confusion. "What? Why me? You're closer to Soarin than I am." The yellow flier gave a slight smile, still conflicted by what she was hearing. "Hun, we both know you're the mare of us with the biggest equipment for that job. It could even hurt a little for me if I did it. Besides, you have great genes." Dash tried to think of a reply, but all she could do was blush in return.

Kicker had stopped kicking and only listened, trying to get a view of her hero. "Oh, I knew it hunny! You do love me! See? I told you crazy ponies this from the start! He only needed a little help realizing it. We all know he's a little slow to get started." With a snort, the blueish mare gave a kick to the side of the mare, eliciting a squeak. "Just... just shut up... we'll hopefully manage to talk some sense into him... he's not thinking clearly... he can't be... you drugged him, didn't you?" Soarin shook his head, having regained enough control over his body to do so in a normal pace. "No... I mean it Rainbow... it just seems clear to me... I think I just really overreacted from the start... I think I can understand what she meant now... and actually... I'm looking forward to having a foal... it feels like something I've missed in my life, the thing I just couldn't seem to find when I was a Wonderbolt... I always felt like I could have something more, like I was missing something... and this... this just feels right... I won't let you take her away from me and her foal, it's just inequine to tear a mother from their child."

"But Soarin! She raped you! You've been afraid of her ever since that night! Not to mention, she just abused these underage ponies!" He let out a sigh. "I know... that is my fault... I should have gotten out of my depression sooner like you told me to, seeked her up to talk about it. All this could have been avoided if I'd just taken some more precaution." With stiff steps, he slowly walked towards them as both mares looked at him in disbelief. "It's alright... my place is here, I belong next to her, we're gonna raise a daughter together after all... and don't worry, I'll try and explain this to the children. It's my fault they got involved in the first place. Please don't involve the guards in this... you'll only make it complicated for us, I won't witness against." He softly stroked Kicker's belly, looking between his friends as they tried to come up with something to say. Spitfire bit her lower lip. "No... this can't be... Soarin! Please... snap out of it! This is crazy talk! You don't even like her!" But the stallion shook his head and gave a soft smile. "Don't worry... I'll grow into it, I'm sure of it. It can't be much harder than learning to like anything else. I mean hey, I learned to like Fleetfoot's cooking, didn't I? I'm sure we'll work something out along the way." He let out a light chuckle. "Heh... I have to say... I never really expected I'd look forward to being a father... or that I'd be one as a whole"

Tears began to well up in the yellow mare's eyes as she watched her best friend slip from between her hooves. "Soarin... no... don't let her win... it can't end like this..."

Author's Note

~The "bittersweet" ending.