Anything You've Done, I've Done Better.

From distant lands, far and near.

We hold our oath, as well our beer.

Discriminate not wings, magic, weird crooked horn, or size of breast.

Save our hate for wings, magic, weird crooked horn, that belong to pests.

Our acronym spells nothing, and we blame that on Chrysy.

This is the anthem of the E.C.D.F.V..

"Surely we can remove my name from the anthem..." Queen Chrysalis sat back, clicking her green painted nails listlessly against the ornate throne custom made for her.

All at once, five pairs of eyes latched onto her with malice. The most senior of the group, Nightmare Moon, shook her head and waved a dismissing hand to her fellow villainess. "We would consider your request... Sadly, you are an initiate. Therefor, we certainly have no reason to consider it." Nightmare Moon smirked at her own comment.

The other senior members, Gilda and Trixie, both snickered to themselves while they watched Chrysalis stew in her frustration. It was like any normal meeting of the E.C.D.F.V., or the "Evil Council of Deprived Female Villains". The older members waving their seniority over Sunset Shimmer, Chrysalis, and Nightmare Rarity. All a part of the monthly meetings. Each villainess was made their own custom throne suited to their personality... Except for Gilda who, for whatever he reasons, decided on perching herself up against a wall and leaning against it all throughout the meetings. No one really minded; after all, it freed up more room for Trixie's highly decorative 'Trix-a-Throne', the only throne in the room with a cup-holder.

Nightmare Rarity and her fellow 'junior member', Sunset Shimmer, sat in near mirrored positions. Cheeks resting upon a balled fist, and eyes lazily glaring at the other girls across the room. Even still, Sunset shook her head and sat up in her seat, fixing her gaze to look at Nightmare Moon. "Mmm, yeah. Hah-hah. Can we just get to the first order of business?" Brunt as she was, Nightmare Moon waved her on to start the meeting as she saw fit, "Good. Now... Has anyone had any successful plans in taking over anything?"

Silence. Every villainess in the room anxiously shifted away from looking Sunset Shimmer head on. Trixie started to twiddle her thumbs together, Gilda made a 'nonchalant' whistling, Nightmare Rarity opted to start checking her nails, Chrysalis even started poking at her horn as if it had suddenly became interesting to her. Nightmare Moon, however, huffed and ran a hand down her arm, trying to think to herself before she spoke. "...Really... We will take anything," still, no one answered even when Nightmare Moon urged them to say something, "...Not even a deli? Nothing at all?"

Just like every meeting, no progress was made in their main mission. As evil as they were and as powerful as they were... They never actually did anything truly productive for any of their 'evil agendas'. On record, the last evil act they ever did was when Gilda kicked the pizza guy in the crotch and Sunset Shimmer stole his car. It was pretty evil... Until the police came and charged both of them with grand theft auto and assault. But, up until that point: pretty evil.

Really, none of them wanted to say it out loud, but it was something they all were frightfully aware of. As long as there were six girls with a rainbow shooting God Tool, they reeked as villains. But... There was something they all could agree on and talk about with a great ease at their meetings.

Nightmare Moon slid back in her chair, letting her slender legs roll out on the floor at the balls of her feet before rolling her shoulders. Then, slowly, she addressed the group into the topic they normally fell into no matter what. "...At least we're gorgeous."

Everyone perked up when they heard Nightmare Moon bring that up. Gilda joined in on Nightmare Moon's tail and laughed to herself. "Try sexy. Dead sexy," She dipped her thumbs into her jacket pockets as a swell of pride came back to her.

"Lets not forget we are queens of the bedroom tango as well, dears," Nightmare Rarity brought up, a momentary bite to her lip causing the other girls to start to give giddy giggles.

Suddenly, everyone of them was thrown into a tizzy about their latest 'adventures' exploiting their feminine wiles; or, in Gilda's case, brute force typically. Each of them was getting into spinning yarns of this and that, all but Trixie. Trixie had pulled her legs up onto her seat, crossing them and sinking herself into a moment of thought. Everyone was too consumed with their own discussions to notice Trixie as she was thinking; that is why when she spoke a question to all of them, they were thrown off the rails.

"But... Who is the queen of queens?" Though Trixie quietly mused the question, each and every villainess couldn't stop themselves from snapping their attention to the girl, "Who is indeed to best slayer of men and or women? Who is truly the greatest in sexuality? Who is the queen of queens?"

A pause. Not a pause of people thinking, mind you. But a pause for everyone to glance at the other with narrowed eyes. When that pause finally settled, all at once in a chorus of hands being thrown into the air followed by voices to suit, "I am!"

Before a rift between the girls could be drawn, Nightmare Moon stomped her foot firmly against the floor and stood out of her chair. "Hold, my sisters! We have many troubles already without us arguing amongst each other!" Many mouths closed before they could let loose ready insults, "Instead... Allow us to do it the old fashion way... We each get one try to regale the rest of our cavalcade of evil about a time they took part in a sexual endeavor. Whoever has the best tale, we will crown the queen of queens. Are we all agreed?"

Not one voiced a complaint. If it meant showing up each other and proving they were better, they were all willing to throw their lots in. Everyone sat back in their chairs, or against the wall, and nodded to Nightmare Moon. "Very good... Who would like to start our little sordid game of delights?"