A fire flickered and crackled weakly, just barely illuminating the forms of three unicorns that would’ve otherwise been obscured in the darkness. One of the ponies threw in some fresh sticks and logs, hoping to fuel what was left of the blaze.

The unicorn with the blue pelt looked towards the fellow with a gold pelt. “A few months ago, you kind of vanished for two days. What in the bloody hell kept you?” He asked, brow furrowing and scowl on his muzzle.

“The purple brat again.” Answered the gold-pelted stallion, rolling his eyes as though he were either being a delinquent or he was disapproving of something.

“Her again?” The white-pelted mare asked, eyes narrowed as she stared at the stallion.

“Yes, HER again.” Replied the gold-pelted unicorn, glaring at the mare intently.

“If it’s about your jailbait, I’d rather not know.” Hissed the blue unicorn, an eye twitching as he spoke.

“Speaking of jail, I summoned a jailhouse to attack the petty little town she was in.” Spoke the gold-pelted unicorn.

“You did what, Maki?” Asked the other two unicorns in unison, both of whom arching eyebrows upwards as they spoke.

“I literally brought forth a jailhouse, for the hard of hearing. Must I reiterate?” Maki answered, sitting on his rump and crossing his forelegs like a pouty toddler.

“Why a jailhouse? Those things are slower than snails, even with four legs and a horn!” The blue-pelted stallion hissed accusingly, pointing a hoof at his horn for emphasis.

“I found out it took the other brats longer to do something about it because the weak point was hidden...that, and when they saw said weak point, they found their little friend strapped to it. It put them off for a moment before they took action, though. Raki, I now share sentiments with you on that damned crossbow.” Maki answered, ears flat on his head.

“So, they still felled it?” Raki asked, rubbing her chin with a hoof.

“Pretty much. After that, town was tense for a while but it kinda relaxed itself.” Maki answered, nodding as he spoke.

“We need to put our investments elsewhere for the time being. Question being doing what, exactly.” Stated the blue-pelted stallion.

“Baki, aren’t you supposed to be the one to figure things out yourself?” Raki asked, glaring at her fellow unicorn.

“I am trying to do so, you prim-and-proper twat-shaker. Give me a minute.” Baki hissed, dark navy eyes burning with a fire as he looked at the female unicorn.

“E-excuse you? Me, a twat-shaker? Shouldn’t you be reprimanding the child rapist amongst us?!” Raki cut back, a fire burning in her own eyes.

“I would, but it’d fall on deaf ears.” Baki cut back, pointing a hoof accusingly at Maki. “Besides, the whole lot of brats are merely weeks away from being full-grown adults.”

“On the cusp of adulthood, you say?” Maki asked, arching an eyebrow. “And where did you get this information, may I ask?”

“I cannot remember the exact source for the life of me, nor where I got it from.” Baki answered, sighing.

“I’d like to think the world of ponies we’re standing in is screwing with our minds in some way.” Raki sighed, eyes scrunched shut and eyebrows twitching.

“It’s not screwing with us, Raki. I think we’re screwing each other over.” Maki said, smiling wickedly.

“Wait, what?” Raki asked, eyes widening. She blinked a few times.

“Hard of hearing: we’re fucking each other over!” Maki replied, smile widening until his teeth glinted with the soft embers of the flame.

A long, slender brush appeared next to Raki from flat-out nowhere. “Try me, see what happens.” She hissed, eyes burning once more as her horn glowed with magic encasing said brush.

“What’re you gonna do, shove that flimsy thing up your own ass?” Maki taunted, smiling wider as he then rolled his eyes.

The answer to Maki’s rather uncouth question came in the form of the brush suddenly being flung at him, whacking him square across the face with the end that had the actual brush part. The stallion yelped in pain, red now forming where the collision occurred.

“I’d suggest you quit shooting words out of your ass sometime now!” Raki barked, her own face reddening as blood boiled with anger.

“Or what, cut my dong off with your tight cunt?” Maki taunted again, shaking his head in a sad manner. Once more, he was smacked across the face with the brush, this time with enough force to knock him onto the ground.

Raki turned to the blue-pelted stallion, pointing the brush accusingly at Maki. “Do you not see what I spoke of now?! Must I hurt you too?!” She barked, eyes turning white from her anger reaching its pinnacle.

“Both of you, do shut up.” Baki hissed, eyebrows twitching as his hoof met with his face.

"But she just hit me!" The gold-pelted unicorn protested, scrambling to his hooves and pointing one of them at his attacker.

"I'll do it again if you make another rape-related remark!" The mare shrieked, waving her brush frantically, as though it were a sword.

"I'm surprised you didn't raise hell about it the first time, you hypocritical feminist!" Maki retorted, this remark earning him another whack across the face with the brush. He stumbled backwards, but managed to keep standing.

The blue-pelted stallion groaned, letting a hoof connect with his face at the display occurring before him. "I'm surrounded by idiots..." He mumbled.

"Excuse me, foalfucker, I'm not the one going after just-about-to-ascend-jailbait!" Raki shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.

"You didn't do anything about it the first time, lazy feminazi!" Maki retorted yet again, once more getting another brush-slap across the face. His cheek was now bruised because of the onslaught.

"ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU!" Baki shrieked, causing the two to look at him as he stomped a hoof inches from the dying blaze. "MUST I GET THE BEATING STICK?!"

The scrub brush vanished from thin air. "The beating stick just went walkabout." The sole mare replied, an eye twitching.

Author's Note

Sorry this chapter is short. I do hope there aren't too many short chapters in the future. :/