“Is this anyway for a soldier to act?” Bugbreath hissed, rolling his eyes as his ‘mistress’ chugged down another bottle of vodka. “You’ve already made an enemy of dozens of ponies and singing drunken ballads at the moonless sky is not going to keep them off our asses.”
 
Peppermint held her bottle above her open mouth, waiting for her precious liquid happiness to fall into her mouth. When none did, she scowled, glaring at the empty bottle before tossing it. It joined the growing pile behind her.
 
“Meh, I can take care of anything that comes my way. Raiders?” She snorted, searching Bugbreaths saddlebag for another bottle. “Those stupid bastards wouldn’t know how to handle all of this.” She said gesturing to her unsteady body.
 
Bugbreath looked unconvinced. “You might be fine but I can’t fight!” He reminded her, growling as he stared out into the darkness of the night. “If we get attacked because of your playing around, I’ll-”
 
“Didn’t I make it clear to you, bugbreath?” Peppermint slurred, her smile easy and confident. “If anyone tries to harm you, I’ll break them. Your mine, remember? I don’t let ponies, griffins of even ghouls touch what’s mine, got it?”
 
Bugbreath stared at her, scowling though he could feel the his face heat up. Luckily, changelings didn’t blush. Or at least he think they didn’t. Otherwise he’d be in trouble. At least his collar didn’t allow her to read his thoughts.
 

 
A Colored version of my previous sketch. The mare is my Fallout Equestria OC, Peppermint Swirl, getting drunk. Her companion is her changeling slave, Bugbreath (Not his real name), watching her to make sure she doesn’t run off. He is not pleased. Peppermint is a former Enclave private who left home to search for her missing twin brother, Winter Mint. Bugbreath (not his real name) is a post war changeling who was caught by Peppermint after he tried to rob her. He is now and forever her slave.