Home Brew, Boris, and the new earth pony now known as Grape Vine sat on the couches in the living area, Boris wanted to know what in the name of Rapture had just happened and who he had kicked the shite out of.
Boris looked at the earth ponies expectantly, both while incredibly nervous seemed reassured by each other's presence. Home Brew opened his mouth and closed his mouth a few times, seemingly contemplating where to start before he finally just decided to ask
"W-what do you want to know first" he stuttered
Boris closed his eyes contemplated for a second before he opened them again and turned to Home Brew and asked the first question that came to mind
"Who are they?"
"T-the two lead ones are co-leaders of a crime syndicate in Manehatten, their n-names are Em Bezzle and Rob Berry, the two younger unicorns are there cousins who are to take over the syndicate when they die, they never said their names, and finally the two pegasi are some thugs they hire frequently Pilferage and Thievery, they were the ones I was running from when you found me."
"Why were you running from them"
"Because they're slavers" interrupted Grape Vine "we all worked together to get out Home Brew, each year we chose one of the youngest to escape, this year it was Home Brew".
"And why don't the ones who escape ever tell anyone" Boris questioned incredulously.
"Everyone did at first before they started becoming "examples" of what would happen should we escape" Vine finished without elaborating on what the examples actually were but from the look on his face Boris could make his own conclusion.
Boris sighed and ran his hands over his face, while he did go into Rapture willingly he did not follow the mainstream philosophy. Boris believed that no matter who, what, or where you were there was always a choice, it was just up to you to take it. Looking back up he could see that talking about this was extremely uncomfortable for the two ponies so he decided to wrap it up with two more questions.
"And how did you two get pulled into that mess" he asked mouth set in a thin line. There were only two ways to go into slavery, you were captured.
Grape Vine winced at the question while Brew simply closed his eyes while his ears folded back. "Th-they look for ponies on the street down on their luck, and from their they observe what each target is best at and capture them according to their current needs" Brew mumbled.
Thinking the new information over Boris finally looked back up and asked his last question.
"Will they be coming back"
"Yes"
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Boris spent the rest of the day ringing the entire B&B up with everything he could, he had two turrets set up behind the counter ready to be rolled out, high up on the trees outside were around two dozen security cameras connected to around thirty sentry drones, and finally throughout the entire forest he had multiple tripwires set with a charge that would give any unlucky enough to walk through it a nasty shock. The only problem with the setup was that the firing mechanisms in all the automated defenses were affected by the teleport, the bullets came out at a pace that would only badly bruise at best.
"which" Boris mused from behind the counter "is probably for the best" it wouldn't due for the authorities to come down on him for the murders of multiple ponies.
The next day was quiet, so was the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. It was near the end of the fifth day that something happened. Boris was patrolling the north side of the forest just a quarter mile from the building when he heard what sounded like a sting of surprisingly pg curses along with a large amount of laughter. Utilizing wrench lurker he crept up to them and hid behind some brush.
Peeking out he saw what would have been intimidating if he was just a pony and not a paranoid veteran. In a small clearing he saw a group of around thirty ponies, about half of them were earth ponies while a third were pegasi, and finally making up the minority was a couple of unicorns. They were all laughing at a Pegasus hat was wrapped up in one of his trap wires, the pony was still struggling a surprising amount for somepony who had just been flash fried. Finally the laughter was called off when a voice in the crowd barked out a sharp order. The crowd parted to reveal none other then Em Bezzle and Rob Berry.
They both started shouting orders at the group before Em turned around and cast a spell freezing the downed Pegasus. It seemed like they were about to get moving again, Boris grinned, time to start the fireworks.
Boris slowly crept around the group until he and his traps were parallel of the group, he then cycled through his plasmids until he reached what used to be the decoy. Grinning to himself he focused a little until the outlines of three bouncer big daddies formed in front of him, a couple of seconds later the outlines were filled with color. With a final smirk he flicked his hand and all three suddenly started making terrifying roars whilst charging forward.
Startled yelps and girlish shrieks filled the air as the group succumbed to herd mentality. They all flooded in a single direction, away from the illusory metal behemoths that had appeared so suddenly, which also happened to be toward the most heavily wooded and heavily boobytrapped part of the forest. Boris could already hear the whirl of security drones and the zaps of bodies running into live wires.
When the clearing was empty of the last few stragglers Boris stood from the brush and dusted himself off. His eyes turned back to the forest line and with one last smile he was gone, nothing left but a poof of red smoke that dissipated shortly.
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After Boris, Home Brew, and grapevine finished their dinner and the two ponies had gone off to their separate rooms Boris stepped outside. It dark enough that he had to light his fist with incinerate to see, he made his was to the shed and unlocked the door. Inside were two ponies that looked like they had gotten in a bare brawl with the god of thunder, their manes were singed to almost nothing and they now looked like a mismatch of their original colors with black, blue and the occasional bald spot where hair had been shocked off.
Boris slid a bowl of vegetable stew to both of them, they responded by wrinkling their noses and staring at the food as if it was bug-filled mud. After a few seconds Boris stood to his full height and crossed his arms, the moon shine in through the window casting a shadow over his face.
"Okay you two, here's the deal" he began in a cutting voice that scared even him.
"I don't have the time or resources to deal with you and your little group personally, but eventually I will, so here's how it's gonna go, I'm gonna let you go and you're going to go back to your home, release all the slaves you can, pay compensation, and finally turn yourselves into the cops" he could see the sneer on both their faces grow even through their fear, they were not planning on doing that.
"But lets just say you don't do that, lets say I let you go tonight and you hypothetically just go about what your doing with me none the wiser. Well let me answer that hypothesis, I will come to Manehatten in a couple of months, and I will find you. And if I find you anywhere but behind bars I guess I'm gonna start applying measures to assure you two that I am most definitely serious, and that I'm not afraid to use more permanent measures to remove problems"
At this point he was slowly moving forward, flames from the still active incinerate wreathing his arms and casting a ghostly light over the small shed. Both of the unicorns were pale and shaking now, staring at him with wide frightened eyes. Suddenly the flames cut out and the cabin was filled with a deceptively friendly light.
"But that's not gonna happen is it, because you two aren't going to lie to me, right?"
They both shook their heads so fast they looked cartoonish.
"Well now that that's settled you two can head on out, let all hope never to see each other again" he said as he opened the door and left, leaving it ajar "close the door on the way out would you"
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That night Boris laid on his back staring at the ceiling thinking about the days events. He finally came to conclusion as he rolled over on to his side and closed his eyes.
Today was a good day.