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// Madam Feelgood 
// Story: Earning Freedom 
// by Daxisle 
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Madam Feelgood










"And you are sure about this?" Luna asked. 

Krystal nodded, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "Yes ma'am. I'm sure."

Looking down in disappointment, the lunar princess chewed her lower lip. "We wish we could understand why you have chosen this, my little pony. However, if this is the choice you wish to make."

Nodding again, the off white pegasus sniffled. "If... if that's the kinda ponies he's chasing, then I need to know about it."

Luna mirrored the nod. "We have already erased the memory from Scootaloo, she shall have no recollection of the terrors you nor she faced that night. Bear that in mind upon your awakening."

That earned a slight thanks and an appreciative smile, one Luna could barely stand be offered to her. "Very well, we shall begin the process of disassociating the emotional trauma of the memory, let us do this, at least."

Krystal was pensive for a moment, her eyes looking down at the covers of her bed back at the rockfarm. "Alright..."









Sin trotted about the house, his eyes shifting equally between his two charges, and the two windows they lay directly besides, out of sight of any potential in lookers. 

Krystal was breathing, her face was bruised, and her breathing was still a little wheezy, but the stallion had cleaned the crimson blood that had once stained her coat. Her turquoise and white bandana's hung besides Scootaloo's scarf on the couch.

The filly was in a little worse shape, injury wise anyways. Three of her four frogs had glass stuck in them, one going pretty deeply, Sin worried about if there was internal bleeding, and was hoping there wouldn't be any infection to worry about.

Sin had asked Valiar to head to a store near Baltimare to get them something to eat, as well as some orange juice and cookies for the girls. They'd need to get their blood sugar in order after last night, as well as something to uplift their spirits. The red mage was reluctant, but went all the same after he was promised an allowance to get himself something.

Sin didn't plan on leaving this place for a while, so he threw in a few extra bits for some cards and other basic amenities. This shack had nothing, nothing at all in terms of entertainment, he was amazed to find the place had pipes and electricity. 

The girls needed time to recover, and he planned to allow for that, even if it did mean that the Trotski were that much farther away.

It wasn't an easy thought to consider, but the Federalist had been giving quite a bit of thought to what Luna had asked him, about what happened after he killed the heads of the Trotski. 

He didn't know, he hoped that killing them would demoralize the organization and, in his brutality in dispatching the trio, dissuade them from ever crossing him again.

But would that work? Or would it only embolden their revenge and put them into even more brutal retaliations?

Sin shuddered at the thought. If they were already willing to sink to torturing the innocent and foal abuse to get at him, what worse would they do? What other extremes were they prepared to go to? They knew he was associated with Spike, would they go after him next? Or maybe Uppity? And where the hell was that damned healer Luna promised!?

'Sin, dude, chill, alright? Getting worked up like this isn't helping.'

Critic was right, of course. Sin wouldn't usually allow something so far out of his control bother him like this, but something had changed last night. Something inside of him that he couldn't pinpoint. An odd and ongoing paranoia about losing his friends, again.

Again... 

As if the paranoia was unfounded. 

Sin had made the sacrifice before, in doing what he believed needed to be done, and truth be told he didn't trust himself to make the better decision this time around. Zell was someone Sin cared about too, and the Federalist had cast the maroon unicorn to the dogs. 

He'd already threatened them both with death, what right did he have to promise that he'd watch over them after that? Especially when he didn't watch over Zell?

'That wont happen again, I wont let it.'

Didn't exactly have the power to stop me from threatening them before, Critic.

'No, but you realized  that was a mistake, right?'

Sin pressed his lips. He wanted to say it was a mistake, one he regretted, but he couldn't say it was. That entire thing was supposed to make it so that last night didn't happen, and yet it still did. So it was a pointless ventrue, if nothing else, but he wasn't prepared to really call it a mistake.

'But you know why it was wrong, right?'

Ehh, that was bit muddled too. He'd done it to protect them, but then again he'd never really explained just how dangerous the Trotski were. Fuck, he didn't understand just how dangerous they were. This was a new low, even for them.

A groan from behind drew Sin from his thoughts.

"Owwiiiieeee." Krystal complained, rubbing the side of her head. "That smarts."

"How're ya feelin' kiddo?" Sin asked, waling to her side.

"My head hu- YIP!" Krystal squealed as he hoof touched her swollen eye.

"Woah, easy kiddo." Sin stated, gently leading her foreleg back to her side. "You took a pretty bad fall yesterday. Just rest for a little bit."

Krystal cringed but obeyed, her remaining eye looked ahead, unfocused. She in took a breath, caught something in her throat and coughed, leading to a violent tremor of her head, and farther groaning in pain.

Sin cringed in sympathy and reached down by the couch for her canteen. "Alright, little sips, okay?"

Tilting the container just so a small amount of liquid was given, Sin watched with absolute pity as the mare drank. She was so vulnerable now, delicate and weak. It was painful to watch her cringe with each gulp she took. It also didn't help with the typically lose ponytail she wore having come undone, her long, electric blue hair spilling out around the pillow, like blue blood from a cracked skull.

He was rewarded for his efforts with the mare sighing in relief and smiling faintly. "Ah, much better. Thank you."

With a satisfied nod, Sin lowered the canteen and took a seat by Krystal, forcing himself to look much more calm than he was. 

Alright, stick to the plan. After Sombra took her, she and Scootaloo were going thought the forest and got hurt, all the lacerations Scootaloo had were from a thorn bush she'd fallen into.

'And Krystal ran into a tree and struck her throat on a branch. Yes, we've been over this.'

Alright, good.

Krystal looked out the window, one golden eye staring out into the mid morning sun to the east. She didn't look tramatized, so it was a safe bet that Luna had fulfilled her end of the-

"I remember." She said suddenly. "What happened last night."

Sin's jaw dropped.

Aaaaaand nevermind.

"What do you mean you-"

"I told Luna not to erase my memory." Krystal said somberly, her remaining eye sparkling with reserved knowing. "She... she was about to do it, but I stopped her. I... I didn't wanna forget how dangerous they were, what they did to me," she gestured to the filly on the chair, "what they to her. I... I just-" She broke off, a slight hiccup of a sob.

Sin couldn't keep himself from cringing. How could Krystal keep that memory? What could have possibly possessed her to make her want to keep it? 

He felt his foreleg tighten, only noticing too late that it was still laid upon hers in a protective gesture.

"Why?" He whispered, his eyes lowed to her leg. "Why would you want to remember that?"

There was a moment of silence, of Krystal slowly gaining her thoughts. 

With a steady sigh, the mare replied: "So that I can know not to stop you again."

Sin pressed his lips and looked up at her. To his astonishment, Krystal was smiling. It was a sad, mild curve of the lip, but he was certain it was there.

"I... I didn't want to think that ponies could, you know, be so bad. That there had to be something there worth protecting for them. That there was another way besides killing them." Krystal closed her eyes. "I... I was foolish, foolish and wrong. They were evil ponies, Islander. Evil ponies, and Luna said she wouldn't stop them, she said that they needed to keep going! That such awful ponies like that even existed is-"

Sin lifted his hoof and softly shushed the mare from her growing emotional fit. She didn't need that right now.

"It's alright, it's over." Sin cooed.

Krystal sniffled. "No it isn't. You're still going to go after them, aren't you?"

Sin pressed his lips again and fell silent. He didn't know how to answer that just yet. He was still determining the new aspects Luna had presented to him. If he killed the Trotski, they might retaliate against him, more enraged or desperate than horrified by his actions. Then again, it might be too late to back down now. Even if he did stop, they'd certainly send someone after him in a fit of revenge.

But that didn't mean that Scootaloo and Krystal needed to be put in danger for it.

"I'll be taking you back to the rock farm as soon as-"

"No."

Sin frowned in surprise looking at the white mare who'd just interjected her will.

She shifted to sit up right, making small noises of discomfort as she did. Once up, she looked at the Federalist with an assuming gaze. "I can't go back home, not until I know that you and Scootaloo will be alright."

"Scootaloo will be taken back to Ponyville." Sin stated, looking back at the filly. "Kicking and screaming if need be."

"And what about you?" Krystal asked.

Sin shrugged. "I'll be fine. They haven't killed me yet, have they?"

What was meant as a light hearted joke was anything but. Krystal's breath caught in her throat, her fetlock clutching Sin's own with strength the stallion was surprised to find she had.

"That's not funny." She said seriously, glaring into him. "That's not funny at all."

Sin held his tongue, not knowing how to respond to the distubia he'd just caused. Dark and deadpan humor was his way of coping with things, Krystal didn't seem to appreciate that.

"And it's not just about the Trotski." The amber eyed mare said, her gaze softening.

It wasn't? What else could she be referring to?

Sin had to fight to contain his surprise when Krystal explained that she'd been told about the Nightmare that dwelled within him. Sombra, it would seem, had become very liberal in his divulging of information about why they were chasing the Federalist.

That was something Sin hadn't expected. Why would Sombra tell her about that? Was that part of a deal to let her escape? He decided to ask and see.

"It doesn't matter why he told us." Krystal answered.

Us? US?! He told Scootaloo too?! Tapio dammit all! 

"What matters is that you didn't tell us." 

For some reason beyond Sin's capacity to understand, that struck him hard. Yea, he could easily logic away why he hadn't told them, but the disappointment and disapproval in her voice slammed against him like a sack of bricks. Guilt being the primary emotion present, but there was also a burning sense of frustration to go along with it.

"What point would there have been in telling you about that?" Sin asked, keeping his tone level. 

Krystal looked at him for a moment, trying to find something to say. Though, even in all of this unprecedented confidence, she didn't answer his question. Not because she didn't want to answer, but because she just didn't know how to. 

Sin became aware of her fetlock clench on his, her grip somehow growing more tight than it was before, enough he could almost feel himself losing circulation. Her other foreleg reach out a moment later, and the injured pegasus did the only thing she could do, she pulled his foreleg into her chest and clutched it as tightly as she could. A small, desperate squeak escaping her throat.

Sin felt himself grow a little slack as Krystal clutched his leg, warmth coursing through the appendage and into his body. The guilt crushing any frustration from before. She couldn't do anything, but that didn't mean she didn't care. 

Was there any worse torture than seeing something you cared about suffer and being powerless to stop it?

It hurt for some reason, acknowledging the fact she cared like this. It caused him pain, irritation, confusion, depression... all around unpleasantness. It wasn't the fact she cared, it was the fact he had to acknowledge it now. He couldn't dismiss it for the life of him, to throw the discomfort of the associated emotions into the back of his mind and leaving them there to rot. To deny the responsibility of her concern by keeping his mind focused on the Trotski.

Sin wanted to pull his foreleg away, to say that they didn't have time for this and that they should be moving on to get the Manehatten. Or to set his mind to planning the next attack, or running moral conundrum scenarios or anything! Anything to get himself away from where he was, to not have to deal with what he was seeing or how he was feeling.

Yet his mind wouldn't let him retreat into thought, it wouldn't let him lie and say any of those things. It cleared itself, forcing Sin to stay in the one place Sin hated most of all. The present.

There was nothing now, nothing but a young mare desperately clinging to someone she cared about.

It was just like when she'd hugged him back at the rockfarm all those weeks ago.

More for her sake than his own, Sin forced himself to move forward, allowing her head to rest on his chest, his other foreleg coming up and gently placing itself upon Krystal's head, minding her eye and the cuts on her forehead. He sighed and gently stroked her mane, hoping the motion would sooth her distress a little.

Slowly, the grip she had on his leg loosened a bit, and she reached one foreleg out and wrapped it around his neck, pushing her face into the sensitive space between his neck and chin.

Sin didn't know how long the two stayed like that for, but with each passing second, he slowly became aware of a few things. Such as the scent of earth and pine within her mane, accented by a slight hint of aqua mint. The softness of her velvet, almost alabaster pelt, the odd mix of comfort and discomfort of her hooves around him.

It almost felt like-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The both stiffened at the sudden noise before Sin cleared his throat. "That'll be the healer."

"Oh." Krystal said, her head still firmly pushed into under his chin.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Came the sound again, after neither of them had decided to move. Sin would have liked to blame Krystal for his lack of answer, but that would be a narrative that ran counter to the fact he failed to retract his own hooves from around her just as much as she did him.

"Madam Feelgood doesn't have time for this!" A voice from outside barked in a rough baritone before bursting in.

"Madam Feelgood is here! Where is the pa- sweet Celestia have mercy! Give Madam Feelgood warning before indulging your perversions in front of her eyes! What ya'll trying ta do? Give her a heart attack?!" Said the new arrival quickly, covering her face.

The intruder was an older, dark, charcoal black lunar pony. Her mane a ragged mess of dark blue that held generous wisps of silver, a testament to her age. The oddity was the fact that she was a lunar unicorn, something Sin had never seen before. 

It took him a second to realize that there was nobody else accompanying her, leading to the obvious conclusion that she was referring to herself in the third person, the articulation almost comically overdone, the words coming in quick succession.

"Are y'all done yet? Madam Feelgood was told to come check on a mare called... called... Oh horse apples, give Madam Feelgood a minute." She said, reaching into her saddle bag and retrieving a piece of paper and a pair of half moon glasses. "Krystal MyLady? Odd name, but Madam Feelgood ain't prejudice."

Sin pressed his lips, sadly, Krystal's name was one of the few he'd come across he didn't find overly cutesy or comical.

The two let each other go and Krystal lifted a hoof, half to gain attention and half to hide her blush. "That's me, ma'am. My name is Krystal Melody."

Madam looked back and gave a winning smile. "Aww, sweet child. You don't have to call Madam Feelgood 'ma'am'. Makin' her feel old and such." 

'Yea, because the hair and deeper urban drawl wasn't an indication.' Critic snarked.

The unicorn mare marched forward and dropped her saddle bag before examining Krystal's head with a scrutinizing gaze. She turned her eye between Krystal and then Sin, her eyes narrowing upon the stallion for a moment. "Krysta-bell. Be honest with Madam Feelgood, does this stallion here have a bad temper?"

Sin's eyes widened at the accusation, surely Luna told the healer what had happened, right?

Krystal tilted her head in confusion. "Umm, well, he kinda does, but I don't understand what that has to do with-"

Madam Feelgood reared around and stood stiff legged. "I knew it, stallions hitting mares and giving them black eyes and such. What the hay is wrong witchu?!"

Sin deadpanned, he and Luna would need to have a serious talk about exposition.

"I didn't touch her." He said.

"Uh-huh." The healer replied with just as much dryness. "And Madam Feelgood isn't abouta put her horseshoe upside your head!"

Eyes narrowing at the back handed threat, Sin fought to keep his tongue in check, lest she use his retort to justify her claim against him. "Look lady, that wasn't me, it was-"

"Don't you sass Madam Feelgood! Madam Feelgood will become Doctor Pain right now!" She accentuated her last two words with a pair of prods into Sin's chest. She turned back to Krystal and her entire demeanor changed to one of gentle coaxing. "Alright, sweet chil', if the bad stallion hurt you, just tell Madam Feelgood, she'll make him apologize and never hurt you again."

"Oh! Oh no, no, no Madam Feelgood. Sin didn't do this." Krystal exclaimed, trying to absolve her friend of blame. 

Though, it appeared that the unicorn healer wasn't having it. "Madam Feelgood seen this kinda thing before. Innocent young thang with an abusive and manipulative coltfriend, using her sweetness and kindness against her to feed his own ego, sayin' nopony else will want her and she'll put up with his garbage." She tisked and shook her head.

"No ma'am!" Krystal squealed desperately, crimson tinting her cheeks. "You've got it all wrong!"

Feelgood turned to Sin and lowered he stance. "Don't you worry, Krysta-bell. Madam Feelgood gonna take out the trash."

Sin, seeing this alleged healer ready to pounce, shifted his footing to lean back and intercept. He was too tired for this shit, after taking on Soarin, getting captured by changelings, and then a small melee with the Trotski, beating the shit out of this ol' granny would give some much needed catharsis.

Madam jumped, and Sin leaned back onto his haunches to catch and roll. Unfortunately for him, the injuries to his hind legs made him buckle, and the stallion fell backwards, hissing from in pain as he landed.

As if the entire situation wasn't humiliating enough, his aggressor, who'd landed to his left, just had to put salt in the wound.

"HA! Madam Feelgood didn't even touch you yet, and already you on your back n' cryin' like a foal!" The lunar unicorn declared smugly. "Typical abusers, can't handle a real challenge and roll over as soon as somepony come along willing to put you in your place."

"Sin! Are you alright?!" Krystal exclaimed, lifting herself from the couch to the floor. 

"Yea, fine." He growled through gritted teeth. He vowed to Milikki that Soarin would pay for making him look like a fool here. Sin tried to stand up, but the sudden and sharp spike of anguish that the tweek in his leg had given, quickly brought him back to meet the ground. 

Quickly, and with only a slight limp, Krystal put herself between the two and looked down at Sin in concern before turning her gaze to the lunar unicorn with reprimanding eye. 

"What?" The lunar pony asked before realization hit her face. "Oh, Ooohhh, oh, so you gone play the victim now, huh? Turn the sweet chil' against Madam Feelgood because you know you can't handle her yourself!" Madam declared triumphantly, though, she deflated a little as soon as she realized the implications of her words. "Huh, Madam Feelgood was not prepared for such crafty trickery."









"Wait a minute, let Madam Feelgood see if she got this straight. You're saying that he didn't do this to you? That somepony else did?" Madam asked, looking at Krystal skeptically.

"Yes ma'am, a pair of mares." Krystal answered, back on the couch, Sin sitting on the floor besides her.

The unicorn healer looked between the two for a moment and let out a deep, roaring laugh. "Well why didn't you tell Madam? Madam thought he was a rotten colt-friend! She was about to turn cold, bold and ugly there to paste!" She threw her hoof in Sin's direction.

"Are you just going to let her talk to you like that, Sinbad?" The Nightmare asked, making no effort to hid the amusement in her voice.

'Ohohoh, you know I don't usually agree with the Nightmare, but she's asking for it, Sin. It's not aggression if she's asking for it.'

First of all, Nightmare, shut your whore mouth; you've lost speaking privledges. Second: Freedom of speech, Critic. As much of a fucking bitch as it may be, she's allowed to conduct herself in any fashion she wants to, provided she doesn't try to pounce me again. Besides, she's giving a free service, and as we both know, nothing in life is ever really free.

"Alright, sweet chil', let's have a look." Madam studded Krystal's head again and asked the pegasus mare to give her a list of symptoms and pains. Krystal did so, focusing mainly on her throat and head. The healer pulled out a stethoscope from her saddle bag and listened to Krystal's heart, as well as taking note of her lungs.

Madam made a few thoughtful noises and shook her head. "Bit of a wheeze. How's your throat hole? Open up and say ahhh."

Krystal did as she was bid and Madam looked down her mouth. She grimaced as she looked down the pegasus mare's esophagus and lit her horn, a bit of magic aura going down her mouth and then coming back up. "Damaged trachia, I'm assuming that these mares choked you?"

Krystal nodded and Madam Feelgood grunted in acknowledgement before asking the mare to relax while she applied another spell to her throat. This one meant to repair any damage it came across and sooth any pain or discomfort. Once that was done, she moved to Krystal's head injuries. It wasn't anything too bad, it looked worse than it was, if the healer's word was to be believed. She cast another spell, engulfing Krystal's head in a dark blue aura and smiled.

"There, pain should be gone. Took a look at your muscles and tissue, no lasting damage. Just make sure you get plenty of rest and drink plenty of liquid." Madam said then pause and waved her hoof. "Except soda-pop, Madam Feelgood don't want you touchin' none of that."

A look of relief washed over Krystal as the spell finished itself and she offered a warm, more genuine smile. "Ahh, the pain's gone! Thank you Madam Feelgood!"

The unicorn closed her eyes and smiled bashfully, humbly. "Anything for you, Krysta-bell. Well, Madam Feelgood work here is done, she'll just be- Oh Luna save the stars, who is that?!"

Sin watched her pointed hoof and then gave the mare an incredulous stare. She was pointing at the sleeping, and apparently unnoticed, form of Scootaloo who was still laid on the chair opposite the couch. 

Did she seriously not realize the pegasus foal was there? Wait, did Luna even tell her about Scootaloo? 

'With as shocked as she is, I'm going to say no.'

Wow, what the fuck, Luna?

Feelgood asked what happened and why Scootaloo was dressed to resemble a mummy. She was sickened to hear the horrible fate that had befallen the filly. The healer charged her horn and began examining the foal's body in her magic. "Hmmm, poor thing, so much pain." She shook her head. "I can sense Luna in her dreams, she's also got a budding infection in her left hind hoof. Give Madam Feelgood a second."

She dove back into her saddlebag and retrieved a needle, the sight making Krystal gasp. "Is that really necessary?"

Madam turned back to her with another winning smile. "Don't you worry none, sweet chil'. She wont feel a thing, but infections are nasty things, the sooner they're treated, the better."

Sin hoped she was right about Scootaloo not feeling anything, because the mare was anything but delicate with her administration of the medication. She didn't slowly inject the needle, as was orthodox, she didn't even carefully penetrate the flank, but stabbed it like a tough piece of bread and forced the liquid into Scootaloo's left flank.

"There she go, good as new." The lunar pony declared proudly.

Now, neither Sin nor Krystal were doctors, and Sin only had basic first aid training from both his time with Triple M and Master Tyken, but he was fairly certain you weren't supposed to stab patients in the flank with such reckless abandon. Somehow, Scootaloo hadn't woken up from the medical assault, but she did stur and whine a little.

She did another magical scan of the filly's form, ensuring she hadn't missed anything, smiled in satisfaction, and began saying her goodbyes again.

"Madam Feelgood." Sin said, knowing he was going to regret stopping her, but he had to be sure. "Before you go, would you mind doing a scan of my person as well?"

Feelgood pressed her lips and looked Sin up and down. "You insult Madam Feelgood and turn the sweet chil' against her, and now you gonna ask her for her help?"

What? When did he insult her?

Sin removed his dragon scale and placed it on the ground, making a determinant mental note of it's absence. "If you would, please." He said, keeping himself as pleasant as possible.

The mare rolled her golden eyes. "Madam Feelgood guesses, she doesn't need to scan to tell you you ugly, though."

Instead of acting on the insult, Sin saw the words as an opportunity to keep her from scanning his Nightmare infected mind and even laughed at the joke. The last thing he wanted was for her to see the Nightmare and suddenly feel vindicated in her anger of him. "You can just keep it from the neck down."

The mare shrugged and cast her magic, basking Sin's form in the warm tingle of her magic. The experience didn't last long, but she'd found enough to give the stallion a pointed stare.

"One broken rib, half way healed, flesh of the chest is having a tough time healing from a prior surgery, left shoulder muscles are bruised, left hind leg muscle is moderately bruised, right hind leg muscle is slightly torn, minor tendon damage in both." She said flatly. "Honestly, Madam is surprised you're able to walk at all."

Sin's eyes widened at the extensiveness of the list, he'd heard of others having worse and carrying on, but he took a little pride in his ability to shuffle through. "Alright, was there anything in there that... shouldn't be in there?"

"Shouldn't be in there?" Madam Feelgood asked, recoiling slightly and thinking. "Like what? You ain't one of them freaky stallions who enjoy sticking things up his bum, is ya?"

Sin's eye twitched, his pleasant demeanor and patience becoming dangerously strained. It really didn't help that the Nightmare was bellowing in laughter within his mind at the blunt and, too be fair, not intended to be insulting question.

Rather than risk anything more coming from it, Sin explained that he'd been captured by a group of felled changelings a mile or so away and that he wanted to make sure that he'd left the cave just as he'd been dragged into it.

"... Well of course you did, dummy!" Feelgood said with a roll of her eyes. "Changelings only take love from ponies, they can't give them nothing. Nothing except a deep sense of regret and shame... they can give plenty of that."

Sin felt himself slump in relief, the Doctors in Canterlot had told him the same about Equestrian changelings, but he had to be sure. He'd seen the photos of the bodies that held parasites within them. The chest cavities ripped open so the matured drone could escape and feed off the flesh of it's victim. There was no safe way to remove the changelings that he knew of, but that didn't mean Sin didn't want to at least know if he was infected or not.

'Regret and shame...'

Don't think too hard on it, please don't.

"Now, if you'll excuse her, Madam Feelgood will be on her way."

Sin watched her leave, half happy that she was going and a little miffed that she didn't offer some kind of treatment for his injuries. 

Just as she reached the door, it slowly opened and the red form of Valiar came striding through, a small train of brown paper bags trailing him as he walked. He paused, taking in the new mare for a moment, seeing things weren't tense at her presence, and continued. "Excuse me." He said, passing her. "Alright, Sin, I got what you asked for. Wasn't cheap though, barely had enough bits to cover it all."

Sin quickly replaced his necklace and smirked. "Thanks for doing that for me." He said, digging into one of the bags and pulling out a a bag of sugar cookies and a quart of orange juice. Perfect, and all Valiar wanted in return was a few packs of oatmeal bars.

"Wellll hellooooo handsome." Madam Feelgood said, her wrinkled lips turning up as she took in Valiar. 

The crimson eyed stallion looked at the healer and furrowed his brow. He looked at Sin in askance, but the Federalist busied himself opening the bag of cookies and offering them to Krystal, deliberately ignoring Valiar for two reasons. One: he wanted to see how the stallion would handle himself in this kind of situation, being as he didn't know the unicorn very well, and two: one way or another, it was going to be freaking hilarious.

Suddenly, and without warning of any kind, Valiar found a charcoal black foreleg around his neck, the healer at his side. "Would you like to know why they call me Madam Feelgood, my little Ruby?"

Sin and Krystal watched, the former with a wry smirk of amusement and the latter with a smile of more concerned endurance. 

"No, thank you." Valiar replied, politely removing the healer's leg from his shoulder. "I take it this is the doctor Luna sent?"

"Oh, Madam Feelgood does love it when they play hard to get." The mare answered, her grin becoming predatory and wolfish.

"Aye, she is." Sin answered. "Seems to have taken a liking to you."

Feelgood slithered up to Valiar in a fluid and feline manner, her eyes lidding themselves into a sultry gaze. "Yes she does. If you'd like, she and you may leave this place to get acquainted more..." She paused, looking at the stallions eyes and licking her teeth, "intimately."

The red mage stood for a moment, looking down at the elder mare who had to be at least thirty years his senior. His expression was blank, if not thoughtful.

"Sin?" He called.

"Yea?"

"Are her services still required?"

Sin shook his head. "No, she's served her purpose here."

"Good." Suddenly, three of Valiar's stone arose from his belt and a red aura engulfed the unicorn mare, raising her up from her hooves. She chuckled mirthfully, growing excited.

"Well now, Madam does enjoy when a stallion establishes dominance." She said, her eyes trailing to the stones around her. "And with toys too? You are a naughty colt."

Valiar didn't reply, instead he simply walked to the door, opened it with his magic, and proceeded outside of the shack with the mare trailing behind him.

Sin and Krystal watched with faint interest, though, Sin's amusement slowly grew to mistrust and disgust. Surely the stallion wasn't seriously considering intercourse with her, was he?

A sudden splash of water and cry of surprise answered him, Madam Feelgood calling after the pony as Valiar confidently made way back to the shack and closed the door behind him, seeming no worse for the little visit he'd taken to the near by lake.

Shocked, Krystal asked if he'd thrown her into it, and Valiar replied in the affirmative. 

"That was mean." Krystal said, frowning in disapproval.

Valiar quirked a brow. "I don't take harlotry well." He intoned.

And it was at that moment, Sin knew he'd found a stallion that would quickly earn his respect and liking.