As the three walked into the orphanage, the mare behind the counter looked at them in shock for a second before smiling softly. "What can I do for you?" She asked slowly moving for the door.

Seeing this Swift flings a quill he got from the slaver into the wall next to her head, causing her to return to her seat. "How we start with you not trying to run." He replied, moving over to the counter. "And hand over everything you have involving Scootaloo."

"I'm sorry, sir." She replied nervously. "We don't have any such records of her staying here."

"Oh? Then I guess you wouldn't mind a search of the place." He countered with a grin.

"I can't allow that without-"

Knuckles stepped forward. "What was that?"

She gulped and smiled. "I was about to suggest leaving her here so you can-"

"Or I will stay and look over your files with you while they look around." Swift countered. Without letting her get another word in, Knuckles and Scootaloo walk into the back leaving the mare to sigh. "Now… about those papers." Swift said with a blood thirsty smile, as he held his blade up.

"What do you think you're doing? You think threatening me will go without consequences?" She spat.

"No. I expect to get a medal for uncovering a slave traid." He replied, setting a card on the counter with the proof he just mentioned. "So. What will it be? Jail or death? Either way. You don't have much of a choice."

Gulping she pulled out a folder and set it on the counter. "H… here's the information you wanted. Is… is there anything else you need, sir?"

"How about all your information from your other business?" He replied.

She nodded and pulled out another folder. "Here's our information on our… accomplices." She chuckled nervously.

"Good girl. Now… be a good girl and stay put." He sighed, looking through Scootaloo's papers, slipping any papers involving her treatment or the slave traid into his saddlebag.

After a few minutes, Scootaloo came out with a saddlebag. "Knuckles said we should get the guards."

Swift smiled and put the rest of Scootaloo's folder into her saddlebag. "Great idea. Why don't you go and get them while I keep an eye on this helpful mare."

With a nod, Scootaloo ran out the door. Swift smiled and turned to the mare. "Any other ponies you'd like to show me files for?"

"Sorry sir." She sighed. "My boss has those. I only have the ones we show the mayor." She sighed.

"Who is your boss?" He asked. With a gulp she slid him a card. "If I tell the guards. He'll kill me."

"Then you better not lie to the guard about him. And don't worry. He won't get off the hook." Swift said with a knowing smile as he pocketed the card.

After a few minutes, Scootaloo returned with some guards and hugged his foreleg. "We have it from here sir." One of the guards announced. "Scootaloo explained it to us."

"She did?"

"Yes, sir. We're glad she has someone willing to take care of her. Don't worry. We'll get these kids to safety." He explained with a nod as his companions went into the building.

Swift walked out with Scootaloo and started for the bar. "We have a day or two before our home is ready." He told her.

"Can I have a sleepover with my friends?" She asked with a smile.

"If their sister says it's ok. I don't have a problem. But remember to be on your best behavior." He replied. Scootaloo smiled and gave him a hug outside the bar before rushing off. Taking a deep breath he stepped inside with their bags and locked the door.

"About time you got here." A stallion laughed.

"Can I help you?" Swift asked as he went behind the counter to check the day's reports.

"We just came to see the stallion who knocked up our teammate." Spitfire replied as she looked him over. "And I have to say… you other than looks. I don't see what she sees in you."

"No offense. But I agree." Soren sighed.

Swift smirked and poured himself a mug of apple rum. "Why don't I show you two, one of the 'big' reasons she's my marefriend?"

Spitfire rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Like you're any bigger than BigMac." She huffed.

"Ummm… Spitfire?" Soren coughed as his eyes were locked on Swift who was now sitting back with his legs spread.

Once the two were locked onto his crotch, Swift smirked and gulped down a mouthful of his rum, letting some drip onto the tip of his dick. "How about we move this to the other room?" As they nod he led the way into his makeshift bedroom.

Author's Note

That escalated quickly. Hope Dash is cool with it. Lol joking aside. I didn't reallyplan for things to move so quickly. But a lot of blood was spilled today and i thought it'dbe best to have a littletime before more death happens. Anyway. Comments are welcome.