A muscular and bored earth pony stallion looked down at a male unicorn standing in front of him. With arms crossed, he examined the unicorn with extreme prejudice. He had seen his type before, stuffy rich bastard that made more bits in a day than he would make in a year, doing nothing more than sitting on his ass and telling other hard working ponies to work harder or faster without knowing what they did to begin with. That slicked back brown hair, that finely groomed white fur, and a suit that looked like it was made by the finest designers in Canterlot. All were signs of a typical privileged stallion who had no business being here.

Being the bouncer of one of the hottest nightclub in Seaddle, the earth stallion had seen this before. Rich, upper class ponies wanting to amuse themselves by going to something that the ‘commoners’ did for fun, usually just so they could ridicule the other customers for finding the loud music and laser lights amusing. It wouldn’t have been the first time that he had turned someone like this unicorn away at the door, and seeing them sneer as they walked away after an hour long wait in line was always a satisfying feeling. Unfortunately he couldn’t do that this time without hearing from his boss.

It wasn’t because the stallion was a potential source of money; most ponies like him hardly bought drinks or food there since they thought it was beneath their sophisticated palates and mostly just came to be belligerent. His boss even instructed him to refuse to let in the snobs if he felt that they would be more trouble than they were worth, but that rule came with exceptions. If they were accompanied by someone with them that had a look that would bring in more customers, and boy did he have with him a date that caught the eye of anyone that looked at her.

It was the first time he had seen a mare from the Crystal Empire, they still kept to their kingdom for the most part, or so he heard, and thus were incredibly rare to find outside of its borders. It was even more amazing to see that she wasn’t of the earth pony variety either, and was a crystal pegasus. Her body sparkled as the lights of the club’s sign shined on her, giving bright speckles of white over the pale yellow fur that could be seen outside of her blue fleece dress. Her lovely lavender hair was long, wavy, and incredibly attractive as it too shimmered as light refracted off it. The earth pony cursed his luck that he couldn’t have been her date instead, which made him think that any guys seeing her off the street would gladly pay admission to the club just to have a chance to take her home that night.

“Ok, you pass,” He said, begrudgingly watching as the pegasus pressed his arm between her breasts so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. Some guys got all the luck.

The white unicorn stallion smirked; he had assumed that this nightclub was the kind to pick and choose who to allow in based on appearance. He could have tried to blend in, messed up his mane, gotten some clothing more suitable for dancing, but why conform when you can work around the system? A little eye candy was all he needed to get inside, a hot piece of tail to show off to the cretin blocking his path to prove he deserved to be a patron of the establishment. Anything with a nice body would have sufficed, but he hit the jackpot stumbling across a crystal pony in a nothing town like Seaddle.

He hadn’t even known her for an hour, having spotted her walking down the street while looking for an escort. She was a timid creature, but a few moments alone allowed for the unicorn to work his magic and let loose her inhibitions. Now she could hardly keep her hands off him, letting the bouncer know how desirable he was. As she was, he could take her into an alley, drop his pants, and tell her to take the entirety of his shaft and balls into her muzzle and she would do it, no objections. He had other things on his mind though, something that he wanted more than even the crystal pony practically dry humping his body.

The earth stallion moved aside, unclipping a velvet rope to clear his path into the club. “About time,” He commented as he passed by, amused at how predictable some ponies were. Though if for some reason his date would not have been enough there was always that, but he would rather not bring attention to himself if he could.

The inside of the club was pretty much what he expected once he got inside, typical of this kind of club really. The front entrance led almost directly into the main room, being separated by a small corridor that had window in it with a mare waiting on the other side. Just beyond it was the club’s main room, a large area comprised of a large dance floor for the patrons to shake their stuff on surrounded by a few elevated platforms for those who enjoyed making themselves the center of attention, and a few booths for ponies to sit at so they could talk or watch others dance.

The unicorn could even spot at the end of the main room was a large bar with seats spanned round for ponies to order drinks, almost all of which alcoholic, and to complete the cliche was a large booth for a DJ pony to play records for the amusement of everyone there. The stallion wasn’t really a fan of the kind of music they played at these places, but he believed that one running the booth was called Nylon Tights, or something like that.

With the crystal mare at his side, the unicorn headed right for the dance hall, not getting one hoof onto it before hearing the mare behind the window cleared her throat to get his attention. There was a sign under her window that told what she wanted, the club having a fifteen bit cover charge per pony. It annoyed the stallion that they didn’t post that kind of thing outside, he had been waiting for at least a solid thirty minutes outside and he didn’t have any money on him.

“Wingshy, pay the mare for me would you,” the stallion said, “I seem to have left my coin purse at home.”

The crystal mare got in her purse, happy to pay admission for her date if it could make him happy. She placed thirty bits on the window’s counter for the mare and received two green wristbands in return as proof that they hadn’t snuck in somehow. “Thank you,” Wingshy politely said as she took the wristbands, turning back to the stallion to see that he had already made his way out of the corridor. “Smooth Moves, wait up!”

The stallion blew air out his nose as he denied himself a chuckle. “Smooth Moves”, he liked that name, but only for what it portrayed him as. A debonair pony that could sweep anyone off their feet with a few nice words and a little body language. It was complete nonsense, as it wasn’t real his real name to begin with, just one of many that he would cycle through to suit his mood. Good Looking, Hot to Trot, Studlee; each one served their purpose to make him seem desirable. Ponies did always see names as a verbal representation of who a pony was, even when it came to themselves, so why not take advantage of it. It wasn’t like his real name helped him find purpose in his identity, which was why he wasn’t as hung up on it as most other ponies were about their own.

Blank Slate, a name that literally meant nothing. He couldn’t take anything from something like that, no meaning that would guide him to some assumed destiny he was meant to fulfill. When other children were deciding they would become doctors, athletes or chefs before they were out of elementary school, Slate was stuck wondering what his role was until he eventually let it go, dismissing the concepts of pony names and cutiemarks altogether since he refused to be “nothing”.

With this perspective he begun to focus on the inner workings of the pony mind, which was probably an inevitability anyways seeing certain factors in his life that he tried not to think about, and with that focus came a realization of how the simple choice of a birth given name could decide what a pony would or could become. By adding a word like “Brave” or “Honest” the ponies subconsciously tried to live up to it, which is why he wasn’t surprised when his crystal mare tried to avoid speaking with him when he first approached. He loved seeing ponies break those stereotypes and strived to force them to do so when he would hear one of those self fulfilling names.

“Smooth Moves, please!” The pegasus called out to him, falling behind as Slate waded through the ponies enjoying the music and atmosphere the dance club provided.

Slate had his mind set on one thing though, something that he had heard rumored when he had entered the city. He only had to find it and his own fun would begin. However, while he felt what he was pursuing was more important than Wingshy, he did not want to lose her either. He had plans for her later that evening; a glorious series of events that would make this night one to remember. Well, at least one for him to remember.

He wasn’t going to get anywhere just wandering around aimlessly, he needed to figure out the layout of the the place and check the hotspots for what he sought. One of the tables would make for a good place to get his bearings, as well as provide a spot for he and Wingshy to meet up if they got separated. Not that he had any notion that she would want to leave his side.

Slate claimed an empty booth, Wingshy scooting in right beside him when she caught up, “Smooth Moves, don’t you want to dance a little before you sit down?” The pegasus asked, once more getting so close that she practically enveloped him. Perhaps he had caused her to be a little too loose, but he was still satisfied by making her act so far out of her normal demeanor.

Besides, this was a problem that could be solved with a light shove. Placing his hand between his and the crystal mare’s bodies, he gave himself some much needed space with an extension of his arm. “Wingshy, your affection is appreciated but I need a rest. We were standing in that line for some time, with you hanging onto me like a flash hurricane could come through.”

Wingshy straightened herself out in the seat, looking embarrassed as she heard how she had been acting, “Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I usually don’t do this sort of thing, believe it or not, but for some reason I feel I can be open around you.”

“Yes, yes, I tend to bring that out in ponies,” Slate said offhandedly while surveying the area. There were so many ponies that he assumed that it would take all night to find what he wanted. Within a few minutes he was proven wrong, his eyes landing on one of the ponies on the dance platforms. The grin that grew on his face was so filled with perverse glee that even he was aware that it might of come off as creepy. He watched the swaying wrapped up tail on the pony’s flank but, as dark as it was, he allowed himself to express his enjoyment.

That white body covered in black stripes, concealed partially in form fitting leather that left little to the imagination, it was exactly what he imagined a zebra would look like. That tight ass that begged to be grabbed which lead down to slender legs that he wanted wrapped around his waist, the slim stomach toned to a perfect range of not being too solid or too flabby, a pretty face that showed how the zebra was absorbed by the rhythm flooding the room as they danced, and a spiky mane with two long braided ropes of hair coming out from behind their head that reached down to that lovely ass, each ended in one large ring. Then there was that muscular chest and decent bulge in the zebra’s shorts that let the stallion see that what he was staring at was male. Slate could feel his erection build as he followed his dance; each motion a fluid display of youthful energy and sensuality.

The unicorn leaned in forward on the table, wanting a closer look at the exoctic dancer. With moves and a body like that the zebra could have been making money instead of letting everyone watch him for free, but he could not complain. A show like this was rare, there were not many zebra in Equestria to begin with and he had been looking for one for a long time. He had once heard of something that sounded like one in some out of the way town called Ponyville a long time ago, but his search of the town proved fruitless, no one knowing what a zebra was, let alone where one would be.

Years of hunting was about to pay off though; the prize right before his eyes. He was perfect, a shining example of his race, and would be a fine notch on Slate’s belt by the end of the night. He only needed to get the zebra’s attention, get close enough to talk, and he would have him join Wingshy for an evening of pleasure. He might even keep him around for a while, if he proved to be as amusing in the sack as he was on the stage.

Slate thanked Celestia for being born a unicorn, as it made the first step a simple one. With a glow of his horn, Slate focused his levitation spell on the zebra’s bound tail first. Surely the club had some no touching policy that applied to using using one’s horn, but with all the flickering multicolored lights no one was going to be able to tell was was going on or where it was coming from. A quick flick was all he needed anyways, something strong enough to make the zebra aware something was going on.

With a hasty motion, he covered the wrapped up strands of hair and lifted them high up, briefly giving him a clear look at that firm ass, before allowing the tail to drop back down. As expected, the zebra stopped his movements and darted his eyes around the room as he tried to figure out who or what had touched his tail, but when he couldn't locate the perpetrator he slowly resumed his dance.

This amused Slate, as most ponies would’ve promptly left the stage upon such an intrusive sensation. What was that zebra thinking, he wondered. Could he be waiting for another tug? Slate wanted to believe that no pony in an outfit that revealing was out for just a night of dancing, but he couldn’t take that as anything more than himself projecting his wants onto the zebra. Still, the hard cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants demanded that he give it another go. His horn glowed once again, but this time he went for one of those lovely mane rings.

With his magic aura around the metal loop, the unicorn pulled it towards him. He wanted to make it obvious, lead the zebra to him directly. Once the braid went taut Slate was surprised to see the zebra grab hold of it, keeping his arm rigid and then using the appendage to lead him directly the unicorn. Slate knew he had gone too far, that he was going to lose his shot with the zebra as the look on his face was fierce. He had gotten the zebra’s attention, but with a look like that it wasn’t the kind that he wanted.

That seemingly hate-filled glare soon gave way, replaced by one gentler and intrigued that a pony wanted his attentions so badly to interrupt him mid performance. Keeping one eye on Slate, he stepped down from the stage, giving a quick wink before slipping into the crowd.

Clever little slut, Slate thought to himself as he watched zebra move through the other dancers, right to the spot where he was sitting, but, lucky for me, not too clever.

When the zebra got to the table he placed his hands on its edge, leaning towards the unicorn stallion, giving off a feeling of curiosity and interest at the one who had hassled him, “So it’s a stallion, a unicorn, that pulls tail and mane with its magic horn.”

Slate resisted the urge to squeal when he heard the zebra speak. It was just as he had heard in rumor. That rhyming was exactly as he had imagined. The quirk made them sound intelligent in a way, like they set up their sentences ahead of time and focused on the things they’d replied with, but for all he knew it could’ve just been how zebra was translated to pony. Either way it was a trait that Slate adored.

“I have a good idea as to what’s your aim, so why don’t you tell me what’s your name.” the zebra added, curving the edge of his lip up into a smirk.

“Smooth Moves,” Slate answered, “And this lovely mare is Wingshy. I hope you can pardon my rude behavior, but I just couldn’t resist. Those long braids just demanded to be pulled.” Though Slate believed he had little to worry about now that the zebra had come to him, he still did not want him or Wingshy to know his real name. There was advantage in anonymity, especially with what he had planned. “And what to they call an attractive colt like yourself?”

“I guess it’s only fair you pry, my given name would be Zunrai.” The zebra male removed himself from the table and slid into the booth next to Slate on the opposite side from the crystal pony, “Your bold actions have earned you a name and a wink, but for us to go further it will cost you a drink.”

“A very low price for the company of such an attractive pony,” said Blank Slate, “Wingshy, would you be so kind to fetch the three of us some drinks?” Wingshy, eager to please her stallion companion, flapped her wings and went into the air so she could go the bar without having to go through or around the occupied dance floor. “Isn’t she a treat?”

Zunrai nodded, “I’ll say that I have to agree, but with a pony like her what interests you with me?”

“Well I’m a stallion who feels that they shouldn’t be tied down to one pony, or one gender for that matter, and if I can be so forward, you don’t look like you’re against a night of unadulterated passion yourself.”

“You’re not the first to pull my ring, but how are you so sure of which way I swing?”

“I’m not,” Slate replied, “Or at least I wasn’t. Your dance was so enticing that I had to give it a try though, but now I think you’ve made it clear that you aren’t repulsed by the idea. If you were, I’m sure I would’ve been tossed into the streets on my ass by the bouncer the moment you found me out.”

“A fair assumption that could be, I might’ve based what I’d do on what I’d see.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, but I promise that I’m more than just my good looks,” Slate remarked, finding what the zebra said shallow, but not unwelcomed. He was after one thing, and part of his scheme revolved around ponies thinking he was attractive so he could be close to him. It made the next part of his plan all the easier.

“I’m back!” said Wingshy over the loud music, having walked back carrying three glasses filled with alcoholic beverages, doing what she could to not spill a drop on the ground. With much effort and concentration she made it back to her place aside Slate, setting the three glasses on the table.

“Very good Wingshy,” said the unicorn as he gave the girl a congratulatory pat on the head.

With his drink placed before him, Zunrai reached out to take it, but when his fingers touched the glass it was suddenly pulled away. He spotted quickly the cause, as the the unicorn wasn’t yet done toying with him, his magical aura covering the glass so he could float it around and out of reach.

“Not so fast,” said Slate, “I promised a drink, but if you want it you’ll have to humor me.” Using his spell, Slate brought the glass to the zebra’s mouth, pressing it softly against his lips, “Now open up and let me do all the work.”

To Blank Slate's surprise, the zebra seemed delighted by the idea. Zunrai had never been given a drink this way before. He really did not intend to go with him or the crystal pegasus after all this, he just wanted to make the jerk pay for spoiling his night. He had done so plenty of times before; someone would be unable to keep their hands or horns away from his body, so he would offer his company for a free drink, requesting another after another to make the pony think they were keeping him satisfied and open to whatever ideas they had.

When the stallion or mare would try to get them to go home with them he’d come up with some reason that he could not, that he had to go to work in the morning or had some other engagement that slipped his mind, arranging another meeting that he would “forget” to return to. It was the least that those ponies deserved for being so grabby and assuming that after invading his personal space he would be willing to let them take that violation to the next step, but maybe if this one played his cards right he would give some consideration to letting him watch while he and the pegasus went a few rounds with each other.

Closing his eyes, Zunrai allowed the stallion to tip the glass upwards, pouring its contents into his mouth. The drink had a strong taste of cherries that made it sweet while masking the powerful taste of vodka within. He might not have noticed it if he had not focused directly on the flavor, but the zebra knew his drink and could handle it well. If it was the stallion’s goal to get Zunrai drunk so that he could have his way with him, then he would find that it was not going to be so simple and it would cost him a few points for the attempt.

To his surprise though, the zebra felt the glass tilt back down and move away from his lips before its contents could be emptied. Opening his eyes, he saw the unicorn levitating the glass aside his head while he took a sip his own drink.

“Aaaahhhh…. refreshing,” Slate said, setting down his drink before looking back to Zunrai with mock surprise, “Oh, did you want some more?” he asked, “I suppose I could let you have another sip if you ask me for it in one of those pleasant limericks you do.”

Zunrai rolled his eyes, both at the unicorn’s showing ego, and that he did not seem to know what a limerick was. Still, he did want that liquor and all he wanted was for him to speak and beg a little. “Very well, if it will appease, I would like some more of that drink please.”

“That’s a good boy,” Slate said with a bit of joy in his voice, returning the glass back to Zunrai. Though while he gave the alcohol back to the zebra, he did not put it back where it was before, instead putting it at the zebra’s side so he’d have to turn his head to get his alcohol. Zunrai went along with this action, the idea of turning this into a game was appealing to him. For a small twist of his head he was rewarded with a few more sips before the glass was taken away once more.

“So Zunrai, Equestria is a far way from zebra lands. Mind telling how you ended up out this way?” the stallion asked, though he really didn’t look interested in his story. Zunrai figured he just wanted him to talk more, that he was fixated on the way he spoke and didn’t matter what it was he talked about.

“I came to Equestria to see the sights, but money soon became very tight. The foolishness of staying I couldn’t discern, and a valuable lesson I rightfully learned. So town to town I now roam, to earn the money to get back home.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Slate said, looking the zebra in the eyes, “Somepony like yourself shouldn’t be alone in a big place like Equestria.” He levitated the drink back to Zunrai, this time sending the glass all the way around his head.

The zebra shook his head, slightly amused at the stallion’s antics. There was no way around it though, so this time he turned around to receive his reward. At least this “Smooth Moves” was playful, and perhaps it wouldn’t be too much to let himself go for one night. It had been some time since he had a good lay.

He thought about what he and the two other ponies would do later that evening as the cherry flavored concoction hit his tongue again, that was until the glass slipped away from his lips for what would be the last time. The cup was not empty and the unicorn hadn’t pulled it away to further tease the zebra, instead it had simply fallen, dropped down into the zebra’s lap, making what remained in it spill all over Zunrai’s lap.

He could feel the liquids splashing across his lap, some of it making its way inside his shorts, soaking his crotch. He didn’t react though, for some reason not finding the sudden sensation bothersome, nor did he think much of the hands gripping his shoulders firmly, or much of anything at all for that matter. He was overcome by a feeling of tiredness, along with a strange sense of… well he was unable to explain it, but it felt like something inside him suddenly changed dramatically.

“There, there, just relax and this will all be over soon,” Slate whispered directly into the zebra’s ear, carrying a calm, comforting tone. “To be honest I wasn’t sure this would even work on you, but it seems to be no different than handling a common earth pony.”

Zunrai slumped back against the unicorn’s chest, moved far enough to spot the green glow of his horn, some of it reflecting off of Wingshy’s sparkling fur as she watched. He did not know what the stallion was doing, and he did not even care. All that mattered was that he was in the other man's arms.

“That’s right, just let it happen,” Slate said softly, “I have to say though, this is fairly disappointing. I expected you to be able to have some sort of resistance to this, with that supposedly complex brain of yours. How I longed to have you struggling against me as I explained that I was increasing the strength of your Id while simultaneously lowering your Super Ego, letting your desires become more important than your need to conform to social standards, but alas… Oh well, it’s not like you would’ve remember it regardless, or even understood what I was talking about.”

After roughly a minute Slate finished his spell, and released his grip on the zebra. From here on out it was going to be simple, he just needed to seal the deal with a bit of smooth talking and some incentive.

Zunrai opened his eyes and slowly he rose up out of the stallions lap, completely unaware of what just happened, “My gosh, you’ll have to forgive me. Asleep in your lap is not where I wished to be.”

Zunrai felt flustered by the sudden awareness that he was rubbing up against the unicorn, even if it felt pleasant in his arms. This feeling was quickly replaced though, as a rushing urge filled his body when an arm went around his waist and a hand gripped his dick through his clothing.

“No need to apologize,” Slate said, rubbing the zebra’s stiffening shaft with his index finger as the others rhythmically squeezed and released the concealed piece of meat. He was glad to to see that another rumor about the zebra was true, not that he was planning on taking the rod, but he’d find other ways of enjoying that cock, “I find it a compliment that you feel safe enough that you’d rest in my lap.”

Zunrai’s body felt aflame, heating up quickly as the stallion played with his privates. He had never met a pony so forward, touching his body without any expressed permission. He didn't think he would enjoy such a thing, but his body and mind were telling him that he loved it and wanted more. He hardly could think of a single objection to what he was doing, his primal desires overwhelming any sense of modesty or morality.

“I never thought it’d feel so good, to have a pony touch my w-ump!” Zunrai’s chin was grabbed, forced to turn in Slate’s direction so the stallion could plant an open mouthed kiss. A tongue shot into his muzzle, moving around wildly as if searching for something in desperation. Zunrai’s resistance fell little by little, and his own tongue joined in to return the deep kiss.

When Slate pulled away, he couldn’t hide his pleasure. The zebra had a look in his eyes like a virgin having just made out for the first time, despite the unicorn’s thoughts that he was not near the first male he’d done this with before. The rush of emotions the zebra must be feeling, confused on how a simple kiss could excite him so. In some ways Slate envied that he himself could not experience the intensity of desire the zebra was going through, not that he wanted to be in his place.

The hand on Zunrai’s cock moved upwards toward the waistband of his shorts, snapping the button apart that held it together before grabbing its zipper and releasing the zebra’s engorged dick from its leather restraint.

“How cute,” Slate stated, belittling the penis that was honestly bigger than his own by far. “I’m going to have fun with that. First though…. Wingshy, could you please ease this colt’s swelling?”

The crystal pegasus leaned forward, not having to be told twice. She too was completely unaware of Slate’s mental influences on her, and likewise didn’t care that she was acting strange because of it. All she desired was for her want to be satisfied, how it was did not matter. Bending over Slate’s legs, resting her breasts in the crevice between them, she put her head under the table and wrapped her lips around Zunrai’s pole.

The zebra threw his head back in the onset of pleasure, the sucking and licking of the mare on his sensitive flesh feeling wonderful. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by how good it felt. She did not do anything special, just simple bobs of her head as she licked up and down his throbbing rod. All the while the unicorn stallion just watched, only placing his hand into the girl’s mane so he could guide her motion. It didn’t take long for his body to tense up, his sack squeezing his balls as he shot his load into the back of her throat.

Wingshy did her best to swallow all of it, but small droplets escaped out of the cracks between her stretched lips and the zerbra’s penis. The white fluids steamed down, pooling down into his shorts. It was a little embarrassing, but incredibly satisfying…. and Zunrai wanted more.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Slate asked, knowing the answer.

“I’ve never done something like this before,” Zunrai replied, “It makes me feel kinda like a whore.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” said Slate, “I want to make you feel dirty, Zunrai, show you things that you’ve never done before. Wingshy and I can show you pleasure like you could never dream, but….”

Zunrai watched the stallion grip Wingshy’s mane and pull her off his still erect cock. He did not like that her warm mouth was no longer around him, and he almost whimpered aloud in dismay.

“If you want to join us you’ll have to give yourself to me tonight, as my submissive bitch. That is the price for the ecstasy I have to offer.”

Zunrai didn’t even have to think about it, his want was slowly becoming a need, and he was shown what he believed was just a taste of what the unicorn had to offer. “I fear that I cannot refuse, so for this night… I’m yours to use.”

“Then zip up your pants you slut, we’re gonna go do some shopping. Then, we’re going to go to your place so you can earn the pleasure I have to give.”

The three ponies left the club together, drawing the attention of plenty of those waiting to get in. The trio of a unicorn, a zebra and a crystal pegasus was something that was not often seen often, if at all. There were three sets of eyes that kept specifically close watch, however. From the shadows of a nearby alley, a unicorn was leaning against the brick wall of a building.

“Did you see that?” He asked, pulling out a toothpick from his mouth, casting it aside with a flick of his wrist. “That guy has no sense of subtlety.”

“That’s the one that Schorl wanted?” said a voice from above him.

“He doesn’t seem all that special,” said another, “Just another rich unicorn with nothing better to do except find ways get laid… no offense.”

The unicorn looked up, spotting two dark mares with bat-like features leaning over the roof above. “He’s the one…“ he said with a heavy sigh in his voice, ignoring the second one’s comment. “And for his sake, he better be capable of something useful.”

Author's Note

Welcome both old fans and new readers to the next arc of Equestria Trainers' Society. A new year and a fresh start. This story's arc is going to be seen mostly at the point of Blank Slate, a unicorn with less that questionable morals, as he is made aware of the existence of a group of ponies who want him for his supposed abilities.

For newcomers this is part of an on going story want you may wish to start from the beginning. There is plenty to read and for the most part the story has been well received.

For those familiar with The Society, be aware that this chapter will be mostly OC focused, having very little to do with the characters from the show for the most part. I wanted to see if I could create one arc where there were all original characters to see if I could make an arc without having to depend on characters people were familiar with. Now there will still be the Twilight and Luna chapters that I introduced last arc, but they will be unrelated to the events of this story, at least in the immediate sense.

Today's OC cameos are Wingshy, owned by Miraborne, and Zunrai, owned by Raven2damax, along with the three ponies at the end who will be reveal in the next chapter, but for now will remain a secret.

Aside from that I wanted to make aware to anyone who might be interested that there is a EqTS RP Forum where plenty of fans of the series have fun acting out their own adventures in the universe. Feel free to join in or just read the stories that they have created for themselves.

Lastly, as I stated last update, it will be 3 weeks till I'm able to work this story again because of my other project that I want to finish before March comes around. I apologize to fans of this story, but in 2 months I'll be getting back to a more frequent update schedule for this tale. I appreciate your patience and understanding.