The Sins of The Father Pt. 1

>"Ah if it isn't my favorite human! I hope all is well for you in Manehatten,yes?" A voice behind an old battered desk says.
You shrug and look at those cold blue eyes staring at you. "Couldn't be better,boss. You need something done?"
>The old stallion laughs heartily and looks at his associates. "Look at my boy Anon here! Straight to business! If you mares got even half of his balls then we'd have the whole Equestria eating at our hooves!"
>He then motions you to come closer and lightly taps your cheek with a hoof. "Be my enforcer,Anon. My family needs eager new blood like you. Now, Al here will give you the necessary men. Do not fail me." he says with an icy stare.
You stand rigidly and give the old stallion a thin smile. "You can count on me,boss."
>"Good. Now I have a little job for you. Nothing for someone your caliber." He says as he motions for one of his lieutenants.
>"An old friend of mine owes me a huge deal of money. Unfortunately though, he disappeared without a trace.." You grow uneasy as you hear somepony clear his throat. "Now business is business, yes? I suppose you can just ask his next of kin for the payment."
"Where can I find them?" You say with a tinge of pride in your voice.
>The old stallion leans back in his chair and ponders for a bit.
>"Sweet Apple Acres. In Ponyville."


>"Two hundred and fifty thousand bits. You get twenty five percent as your commission. I handsomely reward those who are loyal to me,you see." He smiles at you, feeling satisfied at his generosity.
"I can catch the next train to Ponyville you want me to start today.." You start to say.
>He just waves you dismissively. "That can wait. For tonight, go celebrate. Get laid. Go jack off or whatever you humans do for fun. Go unwind for the meantime."
>"You are to take the first train bound for ponyville tomorrow. An associate will help you around. I have already sent him a telegram about your arrival. Bring as many men as you need on this job."
You just shrug and decline his proposition. "It's an easy collection job. I think I can manage on my own."
>He contemplates a bit and nods at you slowly.
>"Here. Consider this as your first bonus.A little fun money wouldn't hurt." He laughs jovially as he slides an envelope in front of you.
>"Inside is a numbered account under your name. Bank of Equestria. Twenty thousand bits."
"But boss..I cannot accept such a large amount.." You stammer.
>He just wags his hoof at you. "As I told you awhile ago, I handsomely reward those who are loyal to me."

>"Going up the corporate ladder,eh?" A stallion says as he saunters towards your corner table.
"Hey Al. How's it going?" You inquire as you nurse your drink.
>"Nothing much. Just checking out our employee of the month." He chimes in as he gives you a jab in the arm.
"Heh. Just a little more and it's the big leagues for me." You say as you down your drink.
>He looks at you incredulously and laughs hard."The fuck do you think this is? The girl scouts? You're playing with the big guys now,Anon my boy!"
"So it seems" you chuckle while motioning for the waiter to bring two more mugs of cider.
>"Now I don't want you to take offense but, you're still a bit green and inexperienced and all. But don't you worry since.." He puts his hoof on your shoulder. "..your Uncle Al here would help you out. Show you the ropes. Be the crazy uncle you never had." He adds with a twinkle in his eyes.
You give him a nod. "Thanks man. Real appreciate you looking out for me."
>He just scoffs at your answer and grabs his mug. "Psh nonsense! We are family now,yes? Now, if you have any problems, feel free to approach your Uncle Al."
You hesitate at first then ask him. "Hey Al.."
>He gives you a bored look while drinking up his cider. "Yeap?"
"About the job Boss gave me. Who's the pony that owes him money anyways?" You inquire.
>Al just shakes his head and looks at you fondly. "Anon, one of the things you need to learn is to just shut the fuck up and do the job without too many questions. The less you know, the less chances of you singing like a canary when you get in a tight spot." He concludes.
You just nod bitterly and mentally remind yourself that Al isn't someone to speak openly with.
>He sees the disturbed look in your face so he breaks out a large grin then pats you roughly in the back. "You ought to relax some, son. Just do what you're told and that only. Family relations can only go to a certain point."
A knot forms in your stomach as the seemingly soothing words feel like daggers.
What have you gotten yourself into,Anon?

>Sleep evades you tonight. Not even alcohol helped you settle down. You just sit at the edge of the bed and light up a cigarette.
>The mare sleeping beside you stirs a bit and murmurs something. She then turns around and starts to snore lightly.
>One thing good about alcohol is that it skews the difference between pony and human lady parts. A fuck is still a fuck so hey.
>How did you end up with such a lifestyle? It's not that you were really into the wrong sort of crowd anyways.
>Oh yeah. A big stink on a bar one time. Turns out the pony you had a minor scuffle with has lots of friends high up.
>Next thing you know is that you were in a dead end alley with ponies beating the ever loving shit out of you.
>Boy, there is nothing cutesy about ponies with baseball bats.
>You put up a stiff stand and you certainly gave them a run for their money.
>And then the Boss-man intervenes and gives you as he points out, "an offer too good for you to pass up."
>Work for him or you'll never be able to walk again.
>I like my kneecaps thank you very much good sir.
>You have to admit, whatever moral values you had back then flew out of the window once you acquired the taste for power.
>Not to mention money. Hell you never really run out of that stuff. While back at Earth you'd be lucky if you even had a hundred bucks in your wallet at any given time.
>And all you have to do is to keep shopkeepers and business owners in line. Be there to remind them when to pay up. Rough them up a bit in case they forgot. Lather,rinse and repeat. Easy pie,right?

>And then it hits you that you're a part on what's wrong in this world filled with pastel colored ponies.
>You're none of that romanticized mafiosos you used to see on movies. You're just a glorified thug. No other way to sugarcoat it.
>Your dear mother back at earth would have a heart attack if she knew what you're doing right now.
>Hey mom,how are you? All is well for me here. All I do everyday is to beat stubborn shopkeepers to a bloody pulp.
>You chuckle at the thought of that and rub your eyes tiredly.
>Hey! Why the sudden mulling over this,Anon? It's not like they made you kill somepony.
>They haven't ordered you to whack somepony YET.
>Thank Celestia the usual rough smack in the head is enough to keep ponies in line.
>But if push comes to shove, you do keep a Hi-Power tucked in a shoulder rig.
>No use threatening ponies with it though. Point it at them and they'll just give you a confused look.
>Hell you're sure that you're the only one in Equestria with a gun.
>You force those thoughts away as you look at the bedside clock. Three more hours to go before your train ride.
>You then decide to have another shot of something stiff to knock you out. You'll certainly need every sleep you can get.