DMX adapted to his new unicorn form really well, and began to appreciate always having a shank on hand in case some other crew comes stepping up on his newfound turf.

“Um, Rarity, what’s a nigguh?” Sweetie asked DMX, recalling the conversation that occurred in the dining room.

“Now I know your lil’ bitch cracka ass did not just say that!” DMX said, puffing his chest out at Sweetie and nearly knocking her over.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out. “It’s just you were saying that all the time back home. I was just curious!”

DMX then backed off and showed a little respeck to his lil’ companion. “A’ight, I’mma let it slide, but you ain’t ever gonna say that around, ya heard?”

Sweetie Belle nodded and the two continued walking about.

“Listen, don’t say that and we cool, a’ight? That’s all yo’ lil’ ass need to know.”

“Alright!” Sweetie Belle then stopped dead in her tracks and let out a groan. “Oh great.”

“What’s the hold up lil’ nigga?”

“Remember that bully I told you about? Diamond Tiara? She’s right there across the street.” Sweetie pointed out the pink filly munching on a fresh apple fiendishly. “Let’s just go the other way.”

DMX drew upon his years of wisdom gained from the penitentiary and being a sick OG, and offered sound advice. “Nah nigga, we gonna squash this beef right here.” He then looked across both ways of the street and luckily saw no sign of any black and whites. “Follow my lead lil’ nigga.”

So DMX and Sweetie Belle walked across the street right up to Diamond Tiara, much to Sweetie’s chagrin. When they arrived, Diamond Tiara looked back to see her worst fear: An adult accompanied by one of her classmates.

“I can explain.” Diamond Tiara began, setting the apple aside. “Sweetie, I didn’t mean it when I poured glue over your project. I just thought it could’ve been improved!”

“Oh, well that’s ok-”

Sweetie’s acceptance of Diamond Tiara’s apology was abruptly cut off when DMX smashed Diamond in the face with a very powerful right-hoof. “Nah bitch, you done fucked up! X gon’ give it to ya, now!” He then proceeded to start stomping on the little filly. “Come on lil’ nigga, jump in!”

At first Sweetie was appalled by the actions, but then remembered she didn’t like Diamond Tiara and so she joined in the beating as well. Not long after they left Diamond Tiara blue and bruised, a siren started blaring nearby.

“A’ight, let’s bounce, nigga!” DMX shouted to Sweetie as he ran the heck away. Sweetie followed briefly, but then looked back and decided to help Diamond Tiara despite having beat her only moments before. With the siren fast approaching, DMX was not about to turn back and was soon out of sight.

As Sweetie tried to help a reluctant Diamond Tiara up, the siren deafened her ears before being cut off abruptly and followed by an equally annoying sound.

“Hiya! What’s with all the sad faces?” Exclaimed a pink pony who was carrying around an absurd contraption with all sorts of bells and whistles on it.

“Pinkie! You have to help, Rarity just beat up Diamond Tiara!”

“Really? Why would Rarity do that?”

Sweetie was reluctant but knew that Pinkie was a pony she could trust. “Well, me and her were squashing a beef.”

“Oh, sounds fun! Although if it’s dangerous then you guys really shouldn’t do that.”

“Pinkie, please!” Sweetie gestured to the unconscious filly.

“Oh, sure! Besides, I gotta play my new instrument for the ponies at the hospital anyways! Oh, I’m just so sure they’re going to love it!” And so together they dragged an unconscious Diamond Tiara to the local hospital.

Author's Note

DMX has the innate ability to blend in with the shadows. This is how he attained the moniker of Dark Man X.