Applejack sat in the living room of her house as she thought about whether she should tell anypony about what she heard. It was true that it wasn't really her place to tell anypony about what wasn't her business. But time was running out fast. And she knew her friends wouldn't be happy if they found out what she knew the hard way.

Taking a deep breath, she considered taking things into her own hoofs. But for now, she needed to rest and get her thoughts together.

Knuckles sighed as he made his way back to the bar. He had a feeling that Swift wasn't going to be there. But there wasn't anypony else to check on how things were doing. And he didn't want his boss to come back to find his bar in pieces. However, to his delight, there were several ponies in line outside.

"What's going on?" He asked the first pony in line.

"Pinkie passed out these flyers at Sugarcube Corner." The stallion explained. "We came to apply."

Knuckles smiled and motioned for them to follow him inside. Thankfully, the bar was closed and the staff was cleaning up as he told them to take a seat and he'd interview them one at a time.

By the end of the line, Knuckles found several guards for the bar so he could return his focus on Swift's safety, and two managers were more than willing to take turns running the shop. And agreed to talk to Swift if they wanted to change or check on anything.

With that taken care of, Knuckles went out to check on how the house he was going to guard was coming along.

Swift moaned softly as a well stuffed Bloom and Sweetie slept next to them as Babs rocked back and forth on Swift's dick as she smiled at him. "I found out what Scootaloo was hiding." She said softly. "But there's some bad news."

Swift held her hips softly. "And what's that?" He moaned, feeling himself getting close to climax.

Slamming her hip down on him quickly as she wanted him to finish in her before she killed the mood. Thankfully she felt him start filling her as she clamped down on him. With the combination of their climax, she couldn't help but to blurt out the news. "She's being sold on the black market!"

Swift's eyes shot open in shock as his mind went into overdrive. Pulling her off his dick, Swift set Babs with her friends. "Tell the girls, work called me in." He said as he calmly made his way to the door as he got dressed.

As he stepped out of the barn he took a deep breath moments before a toothy grin crossed his face. Taking flight he heard a soft song on the breeze and sang along. "Never shall we die."

Luna sat at what would soon be Swift's new home as she went over the final checklist. Unaware of the blood that would be spilt that night. "Everything is progressing as planned." She sighed before diving into the dreamscape.

Rainbow tossed and turned in her bed. It wasn't because of nightmares. To her surprise, "Damn it. I can't seem to relax." Groaning, she went over to her workout room. "Maybe a workout will help burn out this energy."

"Ok my ritch hungry bastards. We have a special treat for you tonight!" An announcer called to the crowd. "She's been trained to behave when in public. But once she's behind closed doors, she's a complete slut." The announcer laughed. "Bidding starts at five hundred bits!"

Bid after bid went up as Scootaloo sat on stage with a dazed look on her face as she showed off her willing body.

"How about your lives?" A voice called from the only door. "Don't bother trying to run. I locked the other doors and blocked them." He said licking a blade strapped to his hoof as his glowing eye scanned the now terrified crowd. "The guards will be here come morning. So any of you that want to live gets to face your crimes."

"How can we convince you to let us go?" One stallion asked.

Thinking for a moment he replied. "Well… you can swear yourself to me. Give everything you own to Ponyville to divide as the ponies see fit. And send any other slaves you have to the local bar here in town." After a moment he added. "Best to do that last one at night."

Almost instantly the bidders were bowing at his feet, swearing they'd do as he said and then some. However, as they got past him the announcer grabbed Scootaloo and held her neck. "Is this what you want? This pathetic pound of flightless flesh? You ruined my business for this-" the announcer blinked as he slowly looked down at his severed leg.

"You want to know what I hate more than crusty pies?" The stallion asked from behind the now terrified announcer. "Slave traiders." A pained cry echoed out through the night, long and loud.

By the time the guards arrived, a trail of bodies led them to the remains of the announcer. A stallion that once held respect among high class ponies. Now hung as a bloody warning to all slave trainers. His legs severed and placed to hold up signs that spelled out his guilt. His own dick severed and shoved down his throat. His balls used like earrings on heavy hooks. A spiked dildo up his ass. And to top it off. His eyes were placed to watch the entire thing.

On the sign held by the hoofs
I sold ponies as sex toys. That was my talent.

Swift calmly made his way down the alleyways with the sleeping Scootaloo on his back. "I needed that." He sighed glancing back at the mare before noticing they were both bloody. "And it looks like we both need a bath." With a sigh he turned to take her into the forest where no one would see the blood.

Author's Note

You knew what you were getting into. And no. This isn't going to be the only death... at least I don't think it will be.
... man shit got real