I awoke in the same uncomfortable bed I was accustomed to. As usual, I got plastered in the bar last night, and was Gilda's sexual punching bag. I tried to sit up, but my back was killing me. I gave it another pus, and managed to sit upright.

Gilda's house was a mess, like always. Food boxes and dirty clothes littered the floor, while the mice scurried about for their next meal. It smelled like sweat and body odour, and had no light coming in from anywhere. Gilda has a bad habit of messing with the cartels, so boarded windows are part of her defence. Well, that and her trusty shotgun, Lysa.

I got out of the bed, and searched for my uniform.

"Dammit, Spits is gonna be so mad at me!", I hissed, trying not to wake Gilda.

I began to hurriedly put on the clothes, when the bed creaked. I jumped at the sound, and turned to face the awoken Gilda.

"You awake, bitch?", she said through the sleep.

"Uh, yeah, just putting clothes on.", I said cautiously.

"I know you weren't dashing out on me, right?"

"Yeah, just....just getting dressed."

"Good! I have clients coming over soon!"

"What?! You said you stopped the sex trade! You promised me!"

"Yeah, and I say I love you too. I'm a chronic liar."

"But I don't understand, you never put yourself out there!"

"Mmmhmm, It's you getting traded. Now go make breakfast."

I was in the kitchen, frying bacon, when Gilda decided to join me. She grabbed me by the waist, and started to rub my crotch. The pleasure amounting was unspeakable. Whenever she pulled this, it wouldn't phase me this much.

"Ah...mmn! Oh no.", I moaned out.

Gilda sniffed the air, and whispered in my ear.

"Oh yeah, it's spring. And it smells as if someone's hit their heat! That'll make it all the better for the clients!"

She left me to finish breakfast, and I put the platter on the table. I sat as far away from her as I could, and looked at the wall.

"So", I began, "When are these clients coming?"

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

"Now!", Gilda said with a venomous look on her face.

After she left the kitchen, I ran over to her chair, and spit in her food.

I need to get outta here! Now! Think Rainbow, think!

"...yeah. The whore's in the kitchen. Have fun!"

Gilda returned to the kitchen behind two brown-clad stallions. In her hand was a gallon bag of needles.

"Heroin?! You're trading my vag for HEROIN?!", I shouted against my better judgement.

Gilda stomped over to me, and punched me square in the mouth.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!", she spat.

NOW!, I thought.

I sprinted forward, but was caught by Gilda's talons. They slashed a hole in my uniform and my skin. Blood began to spill onto my shirt.

I took to the air this time, and was once again caught. Gilda pulled off one of my boots, and I was forced to the ground. She stomped my ribs, and kicked my away.

"Hold still while I kill you!", she shouted in pure fury.

I made one last attempt to escape, and succeeded. I flew as far away as I could, and did my best to reach home. Home with that awkwardly cute janitor.

I hated being alone, in all honesty. And here I was, siting on a cloud sobbing, battling with my heat. I knew that anyone within a mile radius with a dick could smell me. I just hope no one did.

"............damn celebrities!", a voice shouted out in the cloud layer.

I looked around, but saw nobody. Please...just leave me be.

I let my sobbing continue. "How could I be that dumb? To think Gilda loved me? Stupid filly, Rainbow.", I sulked. Nopony would ever want me. If I can't keep an abusive girlfriend, who in their right mind would love me.

"R-Rainbow?", somepony behind me said.

I looked back, and saw Leg Sweep, the janitor from a few nights ago. His head was just through the cloud. He eyes scanned my body, and I'm certain he could smell the blood, or my arousal.

"Rainbow. Who did this to you?", he asked. HIs piercing blue eyes looked for an answer in mine, but I granted him no leeway. He planted his hooves on my cloud, but his eyes began to dilate. He swayed a little, and I knew just why.

My heat.

I backed away and said, "N-n-no! Just....just stay back!"

I did my best to ward him off, but he continued his advances.

"Rainbow! I just want to help!", he said to me.

"I don't want your help! Just leave!", I protested back.

"You're hurt, Rainbow. I want to know who did this to you!"

He continued to walk over to me, and I backed up more. I got a good distance before I could feel the edge of the cloud. No where to run now., I thought.

"Please.", I said weekly, "Just go."

He shook his head with reassuring smile.

"I can't just leave you here like this."

My heat acted up at his voice. He was just so enticing. Kind, calm, collected, he was everything I wanted in a mate......well, everything my heat wanted. He knelt in front of me, and looked me in the eyes. The piercing blue killed my self-control and I struck my prey.

"Rainbow, someone hur-", he began. He would never finish. I pounced on him, and pinned him to the cloud.

"Ugh, jeez, what was th-", he tried to say.

I cut off his remark with a kiss. A kiss with a passion I could never find with Gilda, a kiss that begged for more from him, a kiss that could possibly earn me a saving grace. But as the kiss continued, more feelings came to light.

I....have feelings for him., my brain finalized.

I wanted these feelings to translate to Legs. I plopped my waist down onto his, and worked my tongue into his mouth. He didn't fight back, in fact he pushed with his tongue. Behind the epicentre of the love, I could feel his member hardening at the constant pressure of me.

Right before things began to soar, he pushed me off of him. A small stand of saliva joined us for a second, before it broke, just like the moment we shared. The sudden realization hit me then and there. I just tried to rape the grey-coated stallion who I barely knew. Tears began to form in my shame, and I fell backwards.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!", I exclaimed, "I just don't know what came over me! I don' know, maybe it was about last night, or how nice you really are, or-"

"Rainbow!", he shouted, cutting me off, "You're in the heat."

"Oh, that too.", I muttered, "I'm really, really sorry. When I go into the heat, Celestia, I just loose my mind!"

He put up a hand to quiet me, and even smiled back.

"It's all good Rainbow!", he reassured me. He began to stare at me, his eyes looking for some weakness in my resolve. He wanted me too, but I need his help first.

"Uh, earth to Legs?", I said, snapping him out of his trance, "You still there?"

"Oh yeah, sorry.", he replied in kind.

He noticed the tears in my jacket, and he went rigid in seriousness.

"Rainbow.", he began, his eyes meeting mine, "It was Gilda, wasn't it?"

Whatever pride, whatever joy, whatever.....defence I had against his questions, shattered into pieces at his question. A wave of sorrow and an eruption of anger hit me, and I looked down.

"Yes.", I muttered.

He waked over to me, and wrapped me in a warm embrace. This time, I made no move. I just cried. Cried my heart out into that shoulder.

"It's okay, Rainbow. It wasn't your fault.", he said through my sobbing, "Let's go see Spits on this, okay?"

I could only nod.

It didn't take long to explain to Spits what happened. She only looked at me.

"Who did this?", Spitfire asked.

"Who do you think?!", Legs snapped.

"Gilda?"

I nodded once more, and watched Spits rage burst forth.

"That.....thrice...damned......BITCH!", she shouted.

Spits walked back to her desk, and opened a drawer. She withdrew two twin pistols, which she happily called Crime and Punishment.

"You ever use one of these?", she asked Legs, removing a pair of handcuffs.

He looked shocked at her. Obviously, he didn't knew Spits as well as me.

"Wait! Shouldn't we call the police?", I said.

Spitfire only laughed.

"Legs, we are a military organization. We are the police!", she said.

She handed Legs one of the pistols, and gestured for both of us to follow her.

Legs left me alone in my room, as he and Spits went an laid down the law.

I curled up on the floor, and hugged my knees. Please, Celestia, please! Just let him come home safely, I begged whatever power was watching me. Little did I know that I asked for too much.

Author's Note

This was a product of my unsatisfied writing urge. Ever wonder WHY Rainbow was all beat up? Here's why. Call this filler, or whatever, I just wanted to capitalize on the story's plot.