//------------------------------// // Viva Las Pegasus // Story: Earning Freedom // by Daxisle //------------------------------// Viva Las Pegasus Valiar departed the train and wondered out into the bustling city of Stalliongrad. It wasn't the biggest city, but the population density was reduculous. The red pony had to push through the crowded streets, litterally it was a can of pony shaped sardeens drenched in sweat, sex and sin. In both feel and smell. Seriously, this place needed a few million gallons of bleach! Pushing past his growing need to vomit, Valiar made his way to find a large directory of signs. "Excuse you." he muttered as a rather rude mare pushed past him. 'It would be so easy.' The voice in his head commented, his dark red eyes following rude pony as she trotted away. 'Just pull out Blaze, take aim and send that featherbrain on a one way flight to Trottingham.' Valiar shook his head to rid himself of the tempting thought. He'd always had a bit of anger issues, so the voice never really said anything too shocking. "Let's see here, The Dainty Mare, the Dainty Mare." he chanted, trying to find the name on the map. He couldn't find it, but did see that he wasn't too far away from the entertainment district where all the other pubs were located. He grunted as he pushed his way through the crowd, wishing the good Captain would have given him his teleportation rune back. Out of the two Shining kept, that one would have probably served him the best in this mission. Regardless he'd make due, he was a pony of accomplishment and percervirence. A few hours of pushing, shoving and swearing later, the stallion finally reached the district he was looking for and his jaw hung loosely. It was massive, easily covering half the city. Though, Las Pegasus was a gambling hot spot where the rich and desperate slunk to in order to have a good time without being exposed for their immoral behaviors. It shouldn't have been as surprising as it was to the magnitude of the search. Guess that was why the Captain sent him ahead with a few days to spare, just so he could find the bloody place. Though, that did give Valiar another idea. While the monks of Anti'arch had taught him in the ways of patience, anti-materialism, and transcending the values and desires of the flesh, he cared for power. Greatly. Their teaching were deeply embedded though, acts like sex outside of marriage, rape, and drugs made his blood boil thanks to them. But he wasn't a puppet, nor would ever be. He wanted power and justice, often going against their pacifism to get it in the temple. It was a wonder they tolerated him for as long as they had. Perhaps they thought they could save him? 'Idiots.' Las Pegasus wasn't only known for its fun and sin, it also held an underground market for the blackest of rot. Something the monks were adement about avoiding, claiming that the Runes of Anti'arch would foresake him for if they deemed him fallen to the temptation or vengeance. It was almost funny how little the monks understood the Runes. Sometimes, the pony wondered why the Runes had chosen him as their master. According to legend, only those whom cared deeply for justice and consequence were fit to wield the them. Something about giving power to good and keeping it away from evil. They severely limited his magical options and spells, but in return they also offered power beyond that of all other unicorns, rivaling the magical prowess of Alicorns. And while he loved the power so much he dreamed about it some times taking pony form and having sex with it, he did envy other powerful unicorn's abilities to transmute and charm. To create ice or fire, or to cast spells that dealt with emotion and the mind. His power was only good for fighting and defense, nothing more. And while he did resent that fact more than he wanted to admit, it also suited his personality rather well. He liked to inflict harm onto those who he thought deserved it. Another rude pony slammed into him, muttering under his breath about kids needing to respect their elder broke him from his thought. If he found the pub quickly, he might save just enough time to have a little fun in the underground. Yea, just ask around for the Dainty Mare, locate it, remember where it was, and have a day or two to go out, kick plot, and bring a few mobsters to justice. Simple, safe, and he didn't have to attack any royalty to do it. Valiar laughed to himself as he rubbed his hooves together. It was the perfect crime. Having spent an entire day looking, Valiar finally found the pub he was looking for, rented a room within a quaint motel, and set his saddlebags securely in the rooms safe, the red mage finally sought his satisfaction and was asking around for information. Seeing if he could find a good time that the tax pony wouldn't be involved in. The first few leads were nothing but brothels, disgusting whores with no respect for their bodies or minds, but hardly something worth his time. The next lead was to a drug dealer who operated on the outskirts of the city. He was a earth pony stallion who specialized in psychedelics and narcotics. Valiar made quick work of him, using his levitation to knock some sense of morality into the scum and interrogate him as to where the real crime was happening. Some ponies had threatened to get the guard to break up the encounter, but the threat of prison only made the drug dealer squeal just a bit quicker. Now, Valiar was heading back into the city. If his tip was correct, there was a sex slave ring going on beneath the "Celestial Casino and Hotel" complex, and what worse, there were young foals used as "special orders". That was the kind of Red Market the stallion was interested in putting down, and he had to contain the mixed emotions of glee and disgust sloshing in his belly. But he wasn't worried, those emotions would be put to use in due time. He found himself outside the hotel entrance just as the second day was coming to its end. If he heard right, than there was a mare in a blue top hat around the building he'd need to talk to to gain access to the lower levels. He wondered around, pretending to admire the scenery as his eyes trailed between the building and the ponies around. It took him a couple of laps and the sun's full departure from the sky, but he did eventually find a pony meeting the description. She was an incredibly seductive looking sapphire blue mare, all the curves in all the right places with a white mane that covered one golden eye just enough to give a lustful mystique. "Hello." She cooed, to anypony that would listen. Most ignored her, but the occasional stallion or mare would hear out what she offered and keep walking. "Oh my, aren't you the rugged one." She chuckled as he approached. "You interested in a good time, handsome?" Her entire presentation made Valiar want to puke. Such filth was vastly beneath his association, let alone his seed, but he knew such a harlot would need to be tolerated. He did his best to remain polite and was lead to the back of the luxurious building, through a gate, and down to some stairs that eventually lead to an iron door that she slammed her hooves on in a well practiced pattern. A slit of metal slinked to the side, revealing a pair of burly eyes looking down at them. "Password?" The guard asked. "There's a house in Sin City, they call the raising sun." The blue mare replied, the slit closed and the door opened a second later. Revealing the huge minataur within. She lead Valiar inside, giving the red pony a look at the arsenal of crossbows and other weapons the guard had by his post. He'd need to be careful and keep his shielding rune at the ready. His Protector was strong, but he wasn't sure if it could intercept projectiles coming at those kinds of speeds. As he wondered through the halls, he could hear voices echoing throughout the walls. Voices crying out in both pleasure and pain, voices begging for more and release. He knew what they were and it made his skin crawl. Had they no shame? Had they no concept of decency or dignity? Disgusting ponies, ponies he wouldn't be sad to hear died painful deaths brought about by the rot that such careless copulation would bring. He was lead into one of the numerous rooms around the complex and was followed in by the mare. She locked the door and leaned against the door, smiling seductively at him. "My fees may be discussed later, if you know you can afford me." She tutteted, sashaying his way. Valiar had to bite his tongue to stop the vomit again. He needed to hit something, he needed to hurt something, to make them pay penance for the sin this hole currently bathed him in. "I'm sorry, but I didn't come here for you." He lied, forcing himself to look at serious as possible, but instead coming off as guilty and slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry, but I'm looking for mares of the... younger persuasions." He wanted to slam his head into the wall for what he'd said, he wanted to bite his tongue off and cast into an acid bath. The shame wouldn't be in vein, he'd make them pay for forcing him to say such things. "Ohhh, so we're a little filly lover, are we?" She chuckled again, backing away and regaining her "professionalism". She offered to take him to get what he needed, claiming that she didn't judge on ponies preferences, but had to make sure he wasn't a cop or of the guard. "You understand, yes?" Valiar nodded, he wasn't registered and nopony around would recognize him, so it wasn't of concern. She left for a couple of minutes and returned with a few other ponies. Six shady looking characters and two minatuar carrying crossbows. The three stallions and mares looked at him with scrutiny, each judging him and seeing if they could recognize his features. None could and gave the okay for his continence. "Glad to see you're not an informant." His escort declared happily. "Though before I take you in the back, I do warn you now. Should the guard hear of this and preform a raid, we will look for you, we will find you, and we will grind your testicles into the dirt, we will kill every last member of your family, and we will make you watch." She whispered, her face growing closer and closer with every word, her voice maintaining its seduction and longing, taking on an overwhelming sadism to it. If he had any doubt before, it was gone now. She was going to suffer his wrath just as much who orchestrated this mess would. He lifted himself up and followed her out of the room back into the hallway. As he was lead down the path to the back, his mind slowly began to simmer as a smile slowly crept onto his face. It was the biggest bust he'd ever done. He'd caught pedophiles before, cleansing them in fire and granting them both death and forgiveness as they begged for both. The few murderers around Trottingham were offered the same. He wasn't one to give forgiveness, but being the judge, jury and executioner it felt appropriate. What drove such sick and twisted behavior? What lead one to want sex with foals? He didn't know, Tatarus was full of nightmarish beings, he theorized that they had something to do with it. Healthy and untainted ponies didn't indulge or conceive of such sick fantasies. They didn't rape and hurt foals, they didn't commit the most intimate of acts with ponies they didn't even know, they didn't taint their bodies with substances and healthy ponies didn't indulge the pleasures of the flesh so frivolously. As his train of thought continued, his smile grew in both size and mania. He had to clean the filth, he had to purge the rot so it didn't infect the rest of society! Yes, he not only had to do it, but he got the pleasure of it. Such sickness shouldn't be allowed to exist, how long before it tainted the rest of them? Foals being stolen from their homes en mass to sate the sickly urges of the undesirables? Of the unclean? Of the rot. No, no. He'd end them. He'd save those thousands, perhaps millions of ponies and more from the evils that lurked in these halls. He'd protect the innocent and the pure. She stopped him as they reached the end of the hall, a thick metal door standing in their way. "Are you ready, my dear? You may find somethings behind here rather shocking in the best of ways." She giggled. Valiar kept his head low but nodded and his escort pulled open the door. Little did she know, she was also opening the gate. The gate that held back his madness and hate, the gate in which he'd kept so closely guarded and hidden. The gate that would unleash all of his malicious burning fury of righteousness, bringing naught but death and suffering to any and all who were tainted by the rot.