I'm just gonna out it out there that this isn't particularly gory now. It isn't really about sex now. Nor will it ever. WIll both of those things be mentioned multiple times over the course of the story? Yes. But I digress: Bebop is a blue pony. Big whoop. He apparently has a fan club of one. Woo-hoo. However, for this one daring, handsome, articulate fellow, his world is about to get a little bit... cooler. Has his whole stable ripped to shreds while he's in an unconscious stupor, 'dig?' This happenin' stallion of a pony has to do what he's told to do 'cause he figures "why the hell not?" He starts to like his life up there with his companion and trusty energy pistol. Maybe he gets into some mischief and blows shit up. Maybe he gets kicked in the groin and learns how to use power armour. Maybe not. This is the quaint li'l story of Bebop n' Company. Their tale. From their perspective, THEY are the big dogs of the Equestrian Wasteland. They can be pretentious bastards if they want to be. Hey, it's a hell hound's life.