Castlevania: Portrait of Chaos

Chapter Eight: Stupid Stallions These Days...

“It’s hard to believe she’s a werepony.” Twilight sighed as she eyed the lycanthropic unicorn who was chewing on an old broom (the alicorn needed to get rid of the damn thing anyway.)

“At least she isn’t running around killing things without a sound reason.” Loretta retorted, standing close by to keep any more mishaps from occurring.

“I wonder how she kept her mind though”, Twilight said to herself, rubbing a hoof on her chin.

“Beats me,” Jonathan commented, watching his “girlfriend” chew on the old, decrepit broom. He was puzzled as all hell.

“At least a werewolf with her mind intact is better than knocking on Death’s door a tad early.” Stella retorted, stifling a yawn with her hoof.

Loretta lifted the curtains of the window and bright sunshine was just starting to diminish that which was the night. The sun was rising and dawn was about to impact the landscape.

Charlotte had only snapped the broom in two when she began to change. Her paws became hooves, her muzzle more pony-like, her fur shorter, and her cutie mark regained its pentagram. In addition, her eyes returned to their normal blue hue.

“Do we have to stay up for the rest of the day?” Vincent complained, causing all others in the room to look at him.

“I’m letting you guys sleep in today. Just proving that Charlotte wasn’t a ‘bad’ werepony to that crowd brought all sorts of Tartarus before they were convinced.” Twilight said, smiling.

At once, the ponies jumped into the beds and covered up. Charlotte made sure to set the alarm clock to 2 in the afternoon.

All of a sudden, there was a loud crash and a broken window, and a rock that unceremoniously bounded off of Jonathan’s forehead.

“OW!” Yelped the red pegasus, holding a hoof onto his newfound bruise and sitting straight up. He flapped his wings and flew to the window, only to see those three obnoxious fillies playing with baseball bats...and rocks.

He took a deep breath and shouted, “EITHER TAKE THOSE ROCKS ELSEWHERE OR I WILL TELL YOUR SISTERS THAT YOU BRUISED ME!”

The fillies took notice of him. When he shouted, their manes stood on end and they gaped before rushing away from the scene of the crime.

“That’s better.” Jonathan mumbled to himself before flying back into his bed and covering up for the second time.

The alarm clock rang as if it’s life depended on it. Charlotte got up and yawned, her mane a little frazzled and some strands out of place here and there. She shut the clock off and noticed the broken window before waking everypony else out of bed.

They too got up and yawned. Everyone in the room, save Jonathan, was puzzled about the broken window.

Twilight asked, “What the hay happened to the window?!”

Jonathan sighed and picked up the rock. “Obnoxious fillies. With baseball bats, and rocks.” He said sternly. “This hit me in the forehead.”

Twilight groaned. “The cutie mark crusaders again?”

The stallion nodded.

The alicorn’s horn began glowing and the window’s fragments lifted into the air. They began joining together before going back into their proper places.

“Maybe Loretta could’ve done that with her freezing skills.” Stella said jokingly, playfully punching her sister in the shoulder with a hoof.

“Pshhh. Then perhaps you could repair windmills with your sword.” Loretta retorted, playfully returning the harmless punch.

“Hey, who’s the pony in the jumpsuit, Twilight?” Charlotte asked, pointing out to a flying pegasus just outside the window. He wore a blue costume with yellow lightning-bolt markings that more or less separated the top and bottom. His cerulean wings kept him airborne, and his blue mane was spiked like an odd blaze.

The alicorn trotted to the window and raised a brow. “It’s...Soarin’. He’s one of the Wonderbolts.” She answered.

“The hell is a Wonderbolt?” Jonathan asked, rather bemused.

“They’re a group of pegasi who perform shows for entertainment. They’re also the main weather team of Cloudsdale.” Twilight answered again, sighing this time around.

The pegasus flew closer to the window with another rock in his hoof. He slammed it as hard as he could into the glass frame, shattering it once more (causing Twilight to groan in annoyance in the process). He then had the nerve, the GALL to fly into the room through said window and DARED to push the alicorn princess out of his way as he landed gracefully before the group of foreign ponies.

Charlotte was appalled at his behavior. Yet she found herself choking on words that so desperately needed to be said about the situation at hoof.

Some more pegasi wearing the same kind of jumpsuit also flew in through the same window and landed behind the blue-maned stallion in exactly the same manner.

Stella stepped forward, for she was having none of this tomfoolery. “Just what gives you the right, the REASON, to push a princess aside as if she were a peasant while you break her belongings and intrude upon her grand and glorious living space that is her house?” She asked, spreading her wings angrily.

“It doesn’t have anything to do with Princess Twilight,” the stallion who was clearly Soarin’ spoke, his voice rather calm. “It has to do with you.”

“Me?” Stella asked, raising a brow in confusion.

Soarin’ nodded. He then said, “I heard you had a bit of a predicament. And I really want to help you fix it. Everypony needs it so bad once in a while.”

“S-sister, I have an idea of what he means and it’s not good.” Loretta stuttered, her eyes almost bulging out.

“That being?” Stella asked, shooting her sister a quick glance.

“Erm….uh…...remember those stallions in Manehatten?” Loretta stated, her lips trembling.

Stella’s eyes instantly widened a bit before becoming a pure blood red with complete and utter rage. She shot like a rocket right at the jumpsuit-wearing pegasus and grabbed his neck with her hooves.

“This is about to get ugly.” Charlotte said, covering both eyes with a hoof.

“I ain’t stopping her.” Jonathan commented, shrouding his eyes using his wings.

Stella slammed the stallion’s face into the woodwork, giving him some cuts and bruises thanks to the glass shards he created moments ago. He soon yelped in pain as she punched him repeatedly in the backside, his inflection rising a solid octave higher as the bones in his wings snapped like useless twigs.

The other intruders stared in horror as their makeshift ringleader got the asskicking of his lifetime. They covered their eyes as Soarin’ shouted desperately for them to save him from the psychotic mare.

Twilight yanked the purple pegasus off of the stallion and replaced her with the rest of her group using magic. If she didn’t do so then, the stallion would’ve found his face being crushed like a cockroach.

The ponies who shielded their eyes decided to take a peek at the wreckage. His face was bruised and bloody, his wings bent in all sorts of wrong directions, his tail was tied to his hind legs, and a foreleg was dislocated backwards.

“Ouch….” Charlotte said, morbidly impressed.

“I’d hate to be him…” Vincent murmured, aghast by the sight.

“And this is why dad taught me to NOT be a Casanova. Because things like this happen.” Jonathan commented, not quite sure of what to make of the punishment Soarin’ just received.

Soarin’ looked at the red pegasus with one eye scrunched shut. “You have a herd, don’t ya? Those three mares next to you are all yours, right?” He coughed weakly, trying to stand up and failing to take into account his dislocated appendage.

“Excuse you? Me, with a herd? Sorry, I’d only restrict myself to one mare.” Jonathan said, steam beginning to blow out his earholes.

“They trust you.” Soarin’ bluntly pointed out with a half-grin on his face.

Jonathan processed that short sentence for a few seconds. “You’re right, they do trust me. That I can completely agree with. But would trust make them my herd if I decided to form it?” He said rather casually despite the anger building up and making his blood boil.

A stallion with a light blue-and-white striped mohawk of a mane stepped forward. “If they aren’t a herd, then they are whorses.” He said, grinning wryly.

“Whorses?” Loretta asked, ears perked.

“You sold yourselves on the street, the whole lot of you!” The stallion said, pointing his hoof accusingly at the unicorn mares and the purple pegasus.

Loretta’s ears fell flat.

Charlotte’s jaw dropped wide open.

Stella’s wings snapped open as her eyes went wide yet again.

“WHAT?!” The mares shrieked in enraged unison.

“Oh dear…” Vincent murmured, tugging on Jonathan’s tail. The red pegasus nodded silently and they both ran out the room. Twilight followed suit, and the door was closed as the sounds of more bones breaking and faces being pounded into the floor filled the library like an orchestrated cacophony of the many pains comprised from a thousand souls.

“WHY DID YOU COME TO THAT ASSUMPTION IN THE FIRST PLACE?!” Loretta bellowed.

“SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET THE RIGHT TO CLAIM EVERY MARE YOU SEE?!” Charlotte hollered.

“DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU’RE DEALING WITH?!” Stella wailed. Again, more bones breaking resounded soon afterwards...and this time it came with sounds of spells being fired like abused bullets.

Outside the library there was a group of five ponies, one of whom was Rainbow Dash, another Fluttershy, the third Pinkie Pie, the fourth Applejack, and the fifth being that fashionista unicorn who put Vincent in a dress.

They heard the ongoing chaos in the upper floor of the treehouse and none could believe their ears at the words being used.

Another pony soon flew down to the group, and she was orange with a golden-and-orange mane styled like fire. She was in a jumpsuit herself. “Oh no, what did that moron Soarin’ do now?” She asked, her hoof connecting with her face.

“Ah don’t quite know what he did, but Ah have a feelin it’s gotta do with the mares who helped me on the farm the other day.” Applejack replied right as the pegasi stallions were tossed out a broken window that was soon repaired.

Soarin’ wasn’t able to move anything other than his head. He looked up with one good eye at the mare in the jumpsuit before him.

“I-I can explain…” Soarin’ choked, barely able to form words at this point.

“Sweet Celestia, they took quite the beatdown.” Rainbow said, looking down at her fellow pegasi who were in a pile.

The door to the library opened, and out trotted Twilight and five ponies. The orange pegasus trotted over to the alicorn and pointed to the pile of hurt stallions.

“What happened here?” She asked, raising a brow.

“Spitfire, Soarin’ started it. He said something derogatory to one of my guests, and another called him out on it. He got beaten up first, and then Thunderlane said something else to enrage my guests further. In case you were wondering, two of them are mares in heat.” Twilight answered, frowning.

Groaning in annoyance, Spitfire hoof landed on her face once again. She trotted over to the group and scorned, “Soarin, I told you not to do this again. Last year you almost got arrested because of it, since you were about to beat up a foreign ambassador for denying his daughter to you! And THIS is what happens now and also your pigheaded friends are involved too?”

“He called us sluts.” Stella chimed, her voice imbued with anger still.

Spitfire turned to the purple pegasus. “He WHAT?”

“Yes.” Loretta confirmed with a nod.

“You girls get an ambulance. I’m demoting these dunces after they recover.” Spitfire hissed, turning to Rainbow Dash and her friends.

“On it. I’ll tell them it was a construction accident.” Rainbow replied, flying away and leaving a rainbow trail behind her with such haste none of the foreign ponies even had time to say ‘damn.’

“I might as well take you all to Princess Celestia.” Twilight sighed, shaking her head solemnly.