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// Time to get a bit more serious 
// Story: The other End of Balance 
// by Dostoron 
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You watched as the unconscious Apple Cobbler was loaded up into the cart and the Boys would take a few laps around the City before dropping him off at the Café in the back room.
"Blitz, i can literally feel the way you look at me right now, but honesty is a sign of trust and i´m confident he earned mine. He won´t spin this Story, even if just out of fear that you´ll come for him." you placate her worries.
Blitz doesn´t seem to react at first, but you´ve spent enough time around her to know that she felt a bit more at ease, she trusted your Judgement and you were confident that that wouldn´t Change. You had also noticed something else about her...
"I would also like to congratulate you and Hulk." This time she doesn´t Keep stoic. Her shocked Expression would be priceless, if you didn´t feel her distress through it.
"Something wrong?" she doesn´t move a muscle, frozen up completely. oh no...
"It... is his, right?" She finally Bursts into tears, clinging to you and sobbing uncontrollably. It´s not.
"We need to go to Nurse Coldheart, now."

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Nurse Coldheart was toying around with a few chemicals as you entered, she was apparently working on replicating the poison you had dubbed "Orange murder" you had requested it to take care of especially deserving cases, hey, good intentions don´t mean good guy. As she sees you, you can´t tell whether she´s happy at the Attention or annoyed at the interruption.
"What is it... sir? Do you Need anything?", her tone as usual betrayed no emotion, either she did that normally as a Nurse, or she was a frigid bitch, you couldn´t be sure of either just yet.
"Blitz Needs a pregnancy diagnosis and i Need you to find a non lethal way to make the father suffer for all eternity."
Hearing the first she looked surprised and slightly confused, Hearing the second she looked positively giddy.
"I take it the foal is not from our Strongman then, don´t worry, i may not have the hippocratic oath but i will Keep true to confidentiality." You thought normal Coldheart was scary? think again, that same mare being Kind gentle and caring is freaking you out much worse right now.
Fortunately she is back to her old self when addressing you: "There are a few insights on orange murder that might be exactly what you want, it´s a Cocktail of multiple poisons, but each has a specific function, i believe i can create a nice Palette of chemical torture for you. When you find the father, why not bring him here? I can guess a few of the Boys would be fascinated by a live Demonstration of how many organs you can pull out without killing someone."

Something was strange here, "If you allow the question, you seem almost passionate about this, why?"
"Own bad experiences. I will not say any more." She slammed the door, almost cracking your helmet, clearly this conversation was over.

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It had been a few days since the interview, and surprisingly enough it was well received,
Mrs. orange gave a press Statement and confirmed that mosely had been eaten up by his grief and turned into a stallion she didn´t even know.
Nice way to dodge a public shitstorm, Lady. 
The Mayor herself had given a press conference, some of your own Boys encouraging the Reporters to ask uncomfortable questions had really spiced things up from ususal. 
The fact that the security kicked all Reporters out and ended the interview early had incurred the wrath of the media and suddenly you were a hero. 
There were Posters all over the City now, begging for an interview with Thunderstorm, the Voice of the People. Your students jumped at the Chance and began openly Advertising the Need for Change and the medias constant Attention on them kept the Kids safe. Things were looking up, especially since your Boys now had sworn many working ponies, Family fathers andeven a few cops to wear the Thunderstorm insignia under their clothes.

And then Celestia herself came to town, security was, of course tightened. Curfews in place, a fricken army of the royal guard patrolling the streets. all because she decided to take care of matters herself.
"Heh, joke´s on her, recruitment has gone through the roof since the royal guard raided a nearby warehouse due to a suspicion. Tear gassing a bunch of playing foals is bad press." You said at the table, surrounded by your, well, you could probably call it your council at this Point.
Gleaming spoke up: "I hope those poor foals will be alright, we should really kick the royal guards all the way back to canterlot."
"We will, the Police doesn´t take kindly to the new methods, most accept it once they got an extra hooffull of bits, but those that didn´t tipped me off on something really nice.
I contacted Apple Cobbler about an orphanage here in manehattan that has multiple times been declared fine by the inspector and the investigating Police, truth is however, that both were paid, and that that orphanage is what many of you will agree almost half as bad as Cloud Haven. I´m bringing you along, Gleaming, because your dearest ex decided he didn´t want the foals and sent them there as well. We´ll open that orphanage up, let Apple Cobbler take his Pictures and spread them, then we´ll get the foals out of there and bring them, guarded of course, to a few orphanages i can confirm are treating them considerably better.
We will both Show the world that we are not afraid to operate right under her nose, but also what Kind of Treatment of foals she allows."

"A Major step Forwards," Coldheart agrees "but who else is gonna take Point with you?"