Midnight at the Carousel Boutique. Normally peaceful as Rarity slumbered the night away, but tonight, the floor at the center of the showroom quivered ever so slightly.

The floor bulged upwards and, after a few seconds, cracked open into a large hole, six figures climbed out into the darkened boutique, quickly shuffling around and tearing through it quietly, stealing the gems off of clothing and generally destroying everything else. Though seemingly just a robbery, the figures also moved with purpose, ascending the stairs in the boutique and sniffing around, finally moving towards a single door and opening it, spying the occupant within.

A young girl, fair skinned and with dual toned hair.

One figure growled and smacked the other, “This not gem finding woman! You open wrong door! What, your nose clogged with dirt again?”

The second figure snuffled and snorted, clearing his nose of the dirty mucus inside it. “Eugh, sorry boss.”

“Whatever. Grab the girl. Use her as hostage. Rest of you, find the woman!” The rest of the burly figures loped off, shaggy arms swinging as they searched through the boutique.

Figures one and two stayed behind and, with a pair of fanged grins, quickly grabbed the slumbering Sweetie Belle and tied her up with a coil of rope. Sweetie Belle, however, immediately snapped awake and began screaming, causing both figures to go down, covering their ears in agony.

Rarity, six doors down and across the hallway, immediately snapped awake, reaching under her pillow and snapping the the long length of fabric underneath it around her waist and springing out of bed just as the screaming cut out with a strangled cry of pain.

Rarity’s eyes narrowed. Someone was threatening her sister, and she would not have that. “Hold on, Sweetie Belle. I’m coming.” Slipping out of her bedroom, she dashed down the hall and burst into her sister’s room. “Sweetie Belle!”

Immediately, the figure- a Diamond Dog, as Rarity remembered- turned toward Rarity in panic, a massive, shaggy paw slapped over Sweetie Belle’s mouth. “Oh slag! Woman is here! Woman is here!” it cried, trying to hide its massive bulk behind Sweetie Belle.

Seeing her sister in the grip of that beast, her eyes narrowed as she reflexively whipped a small blade with a ring on the pommel, a kunai, and threw it, hitting the dog holding Sweetie Belle dead between the eyes. “Unhand my sister, you beast,” she snarled.

The dog toppled backwards with a strangled cry, dead before it hit the ground. Sweetie Belle immediately resumed screaming, “Look out! Behind you!”

Rarity whirled around, just in time to receive a lamp to the temple, courtesy of the “Boss” diamond dog. She crumpled to the floor, unconscious, as Sweetie Belle continued screaming in fear until she too was knocked out.

The boss diamond dog growled and picked up Rarity, leaving Sweetie Belle on the floor. “Hurry up, slagheads! I have the woman! We go now!” With that, the five living diamond dogs made their escape from Carousel Boutique, one of them picking up the corpse and carrying it back into the hole.

Ponyville slumbered on, none the wiser.

Rarity slowly came to and looked around as she rubbed her head while groaning in pain. “W-Where am I?” she muttered as she tried to get a sense of her surroundings other than being underground.

She found herself to be inside a poorly constructed cage, the single opening barred with a rust covered cell door. There was nothing else in the cell save for a bucket and a large patch of straw to serve as a bed.

Rarity scowled and shuddered as she looked at her surroundings. “Such brutish ruffians…” She glared as she resolved to make sure these creatures never hurt anyone again. They had threatened her sister and broken into her home. Who else would they hurt if they weren’t stopped?

An armored diamond dog stopped outside her cell and looked inside, noticing that Rarity had awakened. He shouted down the hallway, “Oi! Woman is awake!” and unlocked Rarity’s cell, wrapping a chain around her neck and dragging her down the hallway faster than she could react.

Rarity gasped and struggled as she was dragged along, her gown being ruined as she was dragged along the filthy mine. “Let go of me, you brute!” She felt her waist and noticed she’d been disarmed. This wasn’t going to be easy.

The armored dog dragged her into a large cavern, a small group of about six or seven diamond dogs standing around and watching Rarity with a predatory glint in their eyes. Rarity spotted a telltale glint of violet edged black around the waist of one dog, narrowing her eyes at the sight of a filthy mutt wearing her carefully stitched knife belt.

Looking around and noting positions, Rarity smirked as she noted a fatal mistake these beasts had made. They didn’t do anything to block her magic.

The head dog stepped forward, her favorite knife in hand. “You, woman,” the dog gestured with her knife, “you have gem finding magic. You will find gems for us. Or you will die.” He growled in a threatening manner, waving the tip of the ornate knife just inches from her nose.

Rarity smirked and chuckled. “Such a good dog. Bringing my favorite to me.” Her azure magic aura wrapped around the knife and sent it up to bury itself in his throat before tearing his throat out and burying itself in the skull of the dog holding her while she stood, her magic unlocking the collar. “Now then…” She gripped the knife’s hilt and tore it from the dog as it fell. “You kidnapped me, threatened my sister, and you ruined my favorite nightgown.” She spit on the ground. “Who wants mama’s belt?”

The dogs stared at each other before growling and rushing forth, attempting to bury her under sheer numbers as more dogs sprinted in from the other tunnels. Rarity smirked and struck, her magic infused fists and feet lashing out with deadly precision and crushing the diamond dogs’ throats with contemptuous ease.

Four dogs immediately crumpled, three with collapsed throats and the last with Rarity’s knife in his throat. The rest of the dogs broke off their attack, a wide ring forming around Rarity as the fifty or so diamond dogs in the area circled around her warily.

A large male, clad in thick plate armor broke from the circle and sprinted towards Rarity with a sword in its grip as another in a vest attempted to take her from behind. Rarity rolled her eyes and whipped out her knife, slicing the vest wearing dog’s throat. She eyed the lumbering dog and picked up his dead comrade, using the corpse as a flail and bashing the armored dog with a downward swing. The dog crashed into the dirt, groaning in pain.

Rarity snorted contemptuously at the dog and stomped its head into paste under her heel, her body absolutely glowing with pale blue. As she looked around for her next opponent, she noted that the dog she had just killed was the one who’d taken her belt and… those gems in his pocket looked familiar.

“Oh, you didn’t…” Rarity muttered, idly fingering the loose strands of fabric still clinging to the carefully shaped gems that had once decorated one of her in progress dresses. She stood and snapped her belt back into place, pulling a pair of sunglasses from one pouch and sliding them onto her face with practiced ease. “... You destroyed my boutique, didn’t you?” She sighed and shook her head in quiet rage, “Prepare to die.”

Rarity whipped out her knives, emptying her belt in a matter of seconds as blue-sheathed knives filled the air and felled a good half of the remaining diamond dogs in one fanciful pirouette. The rest of the dogs charged forward as Rarity growled, already vaulting over one’s head and slamming a kick down on another, bashing its cranium to the ground.

Rarity flipped, vaulted, and bashed her way through the diamond dogs, their corpses going flying under the force of her blows. Whenever she felt particularly vicious, she grabbed one of the charging dogs and used him to bludgeon his comrade until both died.

With one final blow, Rarity snapped the neck of the last diamond dog and dropped the corpse to the ground. The entire fight had lasted less than five minutes and left her covered in sweat and blood, absolutely none of it hers.

Rarity panted from the exertion as she looked around at her carnage, slowly calming down. And as her rage dissipated, she realized the full extent of what she had just done, her eyes widening in horror before she collapsed to her knees, face in her hands as she started sobbing in sorrow.

As Rarity sobbed, the ceiling caved in to her right in a flash of magenta, Twilight rappelling down her wires and dropping to the ground, her hands ablaze with magic. The rest of the girls followed soon after, along with Alucard, Anderson, and Schrodinger.

Twilight immediately spotted the corpses and Rarity’s sobbing figure and dashed over, checking the older woman for wounds, “Rarity! Rarity, are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?”

Rarity looked at her friend for a moment before throwing her arms around her and sobbing into her chest. “Oh Twilight! None of this blood is mine! It’s all from those beasts!” She tried to calm herself enough to keep speaking. “They… They threatened my little sister, destroyed my boutique and all my hard work, kidnapped me to find gems for them… I just… I just snapped, Twilight!”

Twilight patted Rarity’s back and sighed, “It’s alright, Rarity, it’s alright. Maybe you could have done this another way, but you’re alright, your sister is alright. It’s over now, shhh…” She looked up at Anderson and Alucard, not knowing exactly how to calm Rarity down.

The priest and vampire shared a look before Alucard nodded. A more tactful approach was needed right now. Nodding back, Anderson knelt down and gently cupped Rarity’s cheek. “Rarity. Look at me,” he said gently.

Rarity shuddered and looked up at Anderson, tears falling from her eyes in great streams. “Y-yes?” she croaked, looking like she wanted to do nothing but hide away in her shame forever.

“In the heat of the moment, as you slaughtered these creatures, what was going through your mind?” Anderson asked. “What was it that motivated you to kill them?”

“I… they destroyed my boutique… they ruined so much of my hard work… they kidnapped me and threatened my sister…. I… I couldn’t take it…” Rarity whispered, dropping her face back into her hands.

Anderson made her look at him again. “Listen to me, Rarity. You were probably not the first to be abducted and enslaved by these beasts. But you made sure you were the last as well. Thanks to you, they can’t hurt anyone anymore. Don’t focus on the few you slew, but instead on the many more that you saved.”

Rarity sniffled and looked away, not sure of what to say. She wiped her tears and gave Anderson a shaky grin as she stood, leaning on him as the aches and pains of her exertion finally made themselves known. “Thank you, Anderson… I… I needed that.”

The priest smiled and patted her shoulder. “If you ever need to talk, Alucard, Twilight, and I are here for you.”

“Indeed we are,” Alucard said with a gentle smile of his own.

Twilight nodded and held her hand out to Rarity, “We’ll always be here for you, Rarity. No matter what happens.” She smiled gently as she took Rarity’s hands and rewrapped her wires at the edge of the hole, hauling the both of them back to the surface.

Alucard took time to absorb all the blood into himself before following them. Never know when some more familiars might come in handy after all.

Rarity sighed and leaned back on her fainting couch, staring up at her ceiling and trying to collect her thoughts. To her left sat Anderson, the minister’s hands folded in his lap as he stared at Rarity in concern. Twilight sat off to Anderson’s side, wringing her hands.

Rarity opened her mouth and thought carefully before speaking, “I… I must say that, even knowing that I probably saved many people from slavery under those dogs… I can’t help but feel so horrified by what I’ve done… I mean, I killed all of them ruthlessly, cut them down without even a single second look… it scares me…”

Twilight took a deep breath. “Rarity. Would you like to know the story of how I got my taste for blood? I think it’ll help you a lot.” She looked at her friend with a hesitant look on her face.

Rarity looked over to Twilight, “W-well... I suppose so? I have been meaning to ask about that anyway.”

Twilight nodded. “Well. It all started when I was researching necromancy. I came across a spell that could force a recently dead person’s magic into their flesh, which could then be eaten to absorb the magic. Alucard gave me the idea of compressing the magic into blood instead.” She took a moment to let Rarity digest the information.

“... And... and then what happened?” Rarity asked, her interest piqued.

Twilight nodded. “That night, my old bullies broke into my home, planning to murder me. But were instead butchered by Alucard. I came down to investigate the commotion, and the ringleader attacked me. Before she could try to kill me again, Alucard killed her.” Twilight gulped. “I tested the spell on that girl. I compressed her magic into a small ball of her blood and consumed it. It tasted horrible, that metallic taste. Even so, I did the same to the other nine. I felt such a rush from the power.” She looked at Rarity. “I thought I’d never drink again, but I did. Every death row inmate given to me to feed Alucard, I took their magic and some blood, getting stronger and stronger with each drink. Soon I was taking their souls too, using them to make that undead chimera army you saw me summon to fight Nightmare Moon’s ghouls.”

Rarity felt faint, “I… Darling, I don’t really see how this applies to the situation….”

“Alucard didn’t kill his meals,” Twilight said. “From that night on, I killed them. I kept telling myself that it was for the greater good. That they were dead anyway. Over time, I got used to the killing. By the time I was fifteen, only two years later, I casually killed one to use his blanked soul and biomass to raise Spike from the dead. I guess what I’m saying is, it gets easier. If you do it for good causes especially. Or at least, what you perceive as good.” She decided to hold off on telling the story of her trip to another plane.

“I…” Rarity mulled over the information, mentally turning it over and over, “I don’t think it will ever get easier for me… Just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach…”

Anderson reached over and put a hand on Rarity’s. “When you killed those dogs, you were angry. And your anger dehumanized them. All warriors are in some way taught how to dehumanize an enemy to make them easier to kill. But ask yourself this, Rarity. Have you lost any sleep over it?”

“I… a few nightmares here and there, yes…” Rarity mumbled, thinking about how she had been unable to sleep, the faces of each dog she’d murdered coming back to haunt her.

“Do you think you’re a monster for killing them?” Anderson asked. “If you do, then don’t. You’re no monster. You cried for them even after all they’d done. Monsters do not cry. Even Alucard has shed the occasional tear. Proof enough that he’s not completely fallen.”

Rarity smiled softly, “Thank you, Anderson. I needed that…” She sighed and rubbed her eyes, feeling the weight of less than three hours of sleep.

“Feeling tired, Rarity?” Twilight asked, giving her friend a small smile as she patted her shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed. Hopefully you’ll sleep better.”

Rarity stood and hugged Twilight, “Thank you darling; I’ll see you in the morning.” With that, she slowly ascended the stairs and went to bed, a soft smile upon her face. And though she still mourned for the loss of life, she slept soundly that night, not a single frown marring her face.

The next morning, Rarity stretched as she woke up, lifting her sleeping mask from her face and setting it on the nightstand. As she got up, she looked over at where her knife collection was hidden away. Smiling just a bit, she moved them onto display stands with her magic. Might as well take some pride in them.

Pulling on a robe and stepping into her slippers, she went downstairs and set about making breakfast, making a note to thank Twilight for repairing the damage to the boutique while she slept. Once she had breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, and juice, she went to the staircase and put a hand to the side of her mouth. “Sweetie Belle! Breakfast is ready!” she called cheerfully.

Sweetie Belle scampered down the stairs, the panic from the kidnapping completely forgotten over the span of the last two days. “Thanks Rarity!” she called, sliding into place at the table and serving herself.

Rarity smiled and sat across from her sister. “Did you sleep well?” she asked as she got some food herself, taking ladylike bites in comparison to her sister’s more enthusiastic approach to eating.

Sweetie looked up and nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Just fine, sis. How about you?”

Rarity swallowed the food in her mouth before speaking. “Much better than the other night, to be honest.” She dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.

Sweetie grinned, relieved that her sister was okay now. “That’s great, sis! Hey, can I go have a sleepover with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo tonight? We got a lot of Crusading to do today.”

Rarity pondered for a moment as she looked at her sister. “I made sure she’ll be safe. I did a good thing. Regrettable, yes. But good.” She nodded. “Of course you can, Sweetie Belle. Have fun with your friends, darling.”

“Yay!” Sweetie Belle finished her breakfast and affixed her Crusaders’ cape, dashing out of the door with childish abandon.

Rarity smiled and finished her own meal. After cleaning the dishes, she went into her workroom and sighed in relief that the gala dresses had been undisturbed. She gasped. “The gala is in a week!”

Twilight and Trixie stood together and went over the various rune matrices that went into their respective projects, checking each other’s work to make sure that there were no mistakes in the formulae.

Sitting nearby in a bathrobe was Rarity, who was glancing nervously at Alucard, who she could swear was undressing her with his eyes. “Twilight, darling?” She wrung her hands in anxiety.

“Yes, Rarity?” Twilight asked, not taking her eyes off of the planned tattoo forms on her clipboard.

“You’re sure that Alucard won’t do anything… untoward after I’m unconscious?” Rarity asked, still eying the vampire with distrust.

Twilight nodded, “Alucard may be an incorrigible pervert, but he’s not a rapist. And besides, if he does try anything, he’s not getting any sex for a month.” She shot a quick look at Alucard, holding up two fingers to signify not two months, but two days. After all, no sex was punishment for her, too.

Alucard nodded. “Got it. I’ll be on my best behavior. So are we ready to get started?” He phased behind Twilight and hugged her. “To think I did this to you not three years ago.”

Twilight leaned into Alucard’s embrace and smiled, “Yeah, we should be good. Trixie’s runic formulae look good as well, so we can get her project done as well. Now, Rarity, please lie down.” She gestured towards the massage table she had brought in and held up the tattoo machine.

Rarity darkly blushed as she slid her robe off and glared at Alucard while covering her breasts and crotch with her hands. “Turn around, Alucard!” Once the vampire looked away, she relaxed somewhat and lay down. “Now how will I be sedated?”

Twilight held up her hand, glowing with violet, soporific swirls, “Just a simple sleep spell. Nothing too complicated. Well, it’s modified to keep you under in a dreamless sleep until it’s broken, but other than that it’s just a sleep spell.” She checked the ink in the machine one last time and looked at Rarity. “You ready?”

Rarity nodded. “Just make sure your lover keeps his hands to himself, darling.”

“Of course, Rarity. Now, just relax and this will be over before you know it.” Twilight applied the spell, waiting until Rarity’s breathing had evened out and starting to work on her friend’s nude body, tracing delicate, runic lines around Rarity’s neck and shoulders, dipping between her breasts and continuing in a line, spiralling inwards around the circumference of Rarity’s abdomen and finally stopping at the belly button.

Another set of tattoos came in after Twilight turned Rarity over, patterns traced over her shoulder blades and down her spine, culminating in a tattoo just over Rarity’s lower back. Finally, a set of tattoos down each arm and a delicate, flowering pattern over Rarity’s face.

Twilight wiped her brow and stood back, checking for any mistakes in her work. Satisfied, she ended her spell on Rarity and checked the clock; twenty minutes of work and it had felt like two hours.

“You know… she only said to keep my hands to myself. She didn’t say anything about my feet. Or my tongue,” Alucard said while hugging Twilight from behind again. “Permission to be naughty while she wakes?”

Twilight deadpanned, “No, Alucard. We need her to be calm while she wakes up because she’s not as magically powerful as I am. Any surges in her normal mana levels will completely fry her when she tries to set her runes.”

“Ooh… That’s bad right?” Alucard asked before looking at Trixie. “Lulatits. That’s bad, right?”

Trixie nodded, “Quite.”

“Thank you, Lulatits,” Alucard said cheerfully, looking back at Twilight.

“Of course, Alucard.” Trixie rolled her eyes and fiddled with the pair of gloves and boots Rarity had lent her for her part of the experiment.

“So time to wake her up?” Alucard asked before pecking Twilight on the cheek.

Twilight nodded and shook Rarity awake, “Rarity. Rarity, wake up. Tattoos are done. All you need to do is to activate them.”

Rarity slowly stirred and looked at Twilight. “How do I do that?” She saw Alucard’s grinning face and covered up. “Look away, vampire…” she snarled.

Alucard chuckled and looked away from her again.

“Calm, Rarity. You need to be calm for this,” Twilight cautioned, placing her hands on Rarity’s shoulders. “To activate the runes, all you need to do is flare your mana and focus on the runes. To use the runes, you do the same thing again.”

Rarity calmed herself and slowly flared her magic, the runes glowing azure before vanishing from sight, hidden against her flesh like Twilight’s own. “That felt very simple. And these runes will slow my personal time and let me move faster than anyone else for a minute at most?”

Twilight nodded, “Yup. I tweaked the original formula so that, even though you move at two hundred times normal speed, you don’t age at normal speed. But yes, you have a minute of absolutely ridiculous, almost Alucard levels of speed. However, after that minute, you will be exhausted, and you’ll need at least five minutes to recharge your runes. Thankfully, the process is automatic, so all you need to do is sit there for five minutes. Also, you can end the effect at any time, and the recharge time proportionally lowers.”

“And the gloves and boots?” Rarity asked, looking at Trixie in curiosity.

Trixie smirked and presented both pairs of items, their leather surfaces all but gleaming in the light. The golden embroidery upon each item shone with mana and seemingly shimmered under the lights. “While perhaps not as amazing as a set of time dilating tattoos, Trixie has created a set of gloves and boots that alter the very physics of the world itself! Using the runes and the ambient mana in the air, they create a passive effect that allows you to punch, throw, kick, jump, and run at a much, much higher level than ever before! These gloves will enhance your striking and throwing force by a factor of at least a hundred, and the boots will do the exact same except for your legs, not your arms.” Trixie gestured grandiosely, motioning for Rarity to don the accessories, patting the rather intimidating cinder block next to her.

Rarity made a point of getting dressed first. “I’m decent, Alucard.” Donning the boots and gloves, she raised her leg high and brought her foot down in a hard ax kick on the cinder block, obliterating it and almost putting a crack in the floor before she could stop herself. “Oh my…” Grinning deviously, she activated her tattoos and marveled at the slowed time. Drawing her favorite knife, which she now carried everywhere, she dashed over to Alucard and sliced his head off with her now enhanced strength, ending the effect as she finished the cut. “My word…”

“Bitch,” Alucard muttered as his body started crawling around looking for his head.

Twilight marveled at Rarity’s speed; so fast was she that not even Twilight’s eyes could track her, not completely.

“I could get used to this,” Rarity said as she sheathed her knife and pulled out her fancy oriental pipe, a gift from Spike, and put a blend of herbs in it before lighting it with a match from her matchbook. “I like it very much,” she said after taking a puff, offering Twilight a light for her cigar.

Twilight lit her cigar, inhaling appreciatively. Trixie sniffed and looked away, unable to understand Twilight’s obsession with those horrid smelling sticks of tobacco.

“The gala dresses are intact. I’m guessing Alucard is your plus one, Twilight?” Rarity asked.

Twilight nodded, taking Alucard’s arm in her own, “Astute as always, Rarity. And yourself?”

“I’ll be attending alone,” Rarity said. “The better to meet that dashing Prince Blueblood.”

“Blueblood?” Alucard asked with a grimace. “You’re better off avoiding that creature. He’s so self-important. I need to be ordered to not kill him whenever we cross paths.”

Twilight shuddered, “I actually had to take out a restraining order on him… and also had to keep myself from ripping out his soul and putting it into a toilet in a seedy bar down in Detrot.”

Rarity stared at the pair in shock. “Surely he isn’t that bad. Why would you take out a restraining order, darling?”

“Because he kept trying to get into my pants,” Twilight deadpanned. “I didn’t agree with his stupid politics and so I told him to fuck off. Multiple times even.”

“That foolish little man didn’t even back off when I threatened to put bullets in him,” Alucard added. “He has absolutely no concept of chivalry. I’ve met some of his old flames. They utterly despise him.”

Rarity was wide-eyed. “I don’t believe you. I must see for myself if it’s true or not!”

“I’ll introduce you to Fancy Pants after you inevitably humiliate or kill Blueblood,” Alucard said.

Twilight spoke up, “I thought he and Fleur were an item?” She stared at Alucard in confusion, not quite up to date with Canterlot’s inter-noble politics.

“Oh yeah. That’s true. Guess he’s off the list,” Alucard muttered. “Unless Fleur is willing to share.”

“Not a whole lot of decent men in Canterlot; but as far as I know, Fleur is from a newer noble house and her father has three wives. I think. So she might be willing to share.” Twilight tapped her chin and shrugged, “But whatever. We can figure that out later.”

“Yeah. Hey, isn’t Flutters bringing Anderson as her plus one since I’m going with you?” Alucard asked, tilting his head as he looked at Twilight, having finally gotten it back on his shoulders.

Twilight nodded, “Yeah. Schrodinger is going with Pinkie and… I think Gilda is going with Rainbow for some reason. Applejack is planning on bringing a cart to sell food- bad idea by the way, I should warn her about that. And… Trixie, you bringing Big Mac?”

“Ah, n-that is… aheh… no…” Trixie coughed and looked away, blushing lightly.

“Oh she’s totally bringing him,” Alucard said. “It’s all over her face. Lulatits is in love!~”

“SH-SHUT UP!” Trixie impaled Alucard on her rapier and kicked him out the door, nearly steaming in embarrassed rage.

“Was that really necessary?” Alucard asked from the other side of the door as he got to his feet. “First Raritits chops my head off, then you go and stab me.”

Twilight chuckled, and moved over to Alucard, pecking him on the cheek, “We all know it does nothing to you, my count. Besides, we all know that you get off on the pain. Though, if you’re really that mad, I can make it up to you later tonight?”

“Oh gods why?” Trixie groaned, giving Rarity a pleading look, “Rarity, if I show up at your door in the middle of the night, it means that my soundproofing runes have failed under the strain of Twilight and Alucard’s… activities, and I will probably need to stay the night.”

“Of course, Trixie,” Rarity said with a smile as she patted the one-armed woman’s shoulder. “As wonderful as it is to see a love as true as theirs, I would rather not hear the more… vocal expressions of that love.”

“Hey!” Twilight pouted, “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose! It just… well, Alucard’s too good to not scream.” Alucard preened at her praise of his prowess in the sack.

“Who is Applejack attending the gala with anyway?” Rarity asked in curiosity. “Or is she attending alone?”

“I think she’s going alone,” Twilight said, shrugging. “Still need to talk to her about that cart, by the way. Actually, better do it now.” She stood, straightening out her clothing and motioning to Alucard, “Come on, Alucard. Rarity, everything set with you?”

“I’m quite alright, darling,” Rarity said, nodding and smiling as Alucard hooked his arm through Twilight’s. “Have fun, you two. Just try to keep it contained to your bedroom.”

Twilight blushed and coughed into her hand, “Noted. Anyway, see you later, Rarity. Trixie… I guess just do whatever you want, really.” Twilight exited the boutique, Alucard following after.

Applejack stared at Twilight, uncomprehending of what her friend had just tried to tell her. “Beggin’ yer pardon? It sounded like y’all were tellin’ me I couldn’t bring mah food cart to the Gala.” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, as if daring Twilight to follow that train of thought.

“Applejack, you’re talking about trying to sell food to the stuffy nobles,” Alucard said. “Nobles that, with few exceptions, consider food like yours to be, as Blueblood so bluntly put it, ‘common carnival fare’. As such, they view it as beneath them. Plus the gala already has catering, and trying to sell your own food will be stepping on their toes quite a bit.”

Applejack sighed and pulled her hat down to hide her face, “Ah was afraid y’all would say that… Well, good thing I didn’t jus’ decide t’bring the cart and go embarrass m’self in front of all those nobles, right?”

“Yes. That’s a good way of looking at it,” Alucard said. “Perhaps you should bring a plus one instead. Hm?”

Applejack snorted, “Now just who in th’ name of all that is sacred would Ah bring? Ain’t like there’s a line’a boys outside m’front door.”

Alucard chuckled. “Maybe you prefer women?” he asked with a sly grin.

“N-now what in tarnation are y’all insinuatin’ ‘bout mah preferences!?” Applejack blushed furiously, slamming her hat down further to hide her embarrassment.

“There’s nothing wrong with being interested in other women,” Alucard said, still grinning. “Have you even tried it?”

“W-well, no. But still, I ain’t got time fer that. Workin’ th’ farm is a bit time consumin’, you realize.” Applejack stuttered, shaking her head and replacing her hat upon her head.

“Sure. Whatever helps ya sleep, Appleass,” Alucard said with a grin. “If you had bigger tits, I’d call you Applerack.”

“....” Applejack stared, “Ah don’ rightly ‘preciate that there name, Alucard. I’d appreciate it if y’all never called me that ever again.”

Alucard laughed and leaned to whisper in Twilight’s ear. “Don’t suppose you have a titjob spell, Sugarlips?”

Twilight shook her head and whispered back, “Not one that works very well. Never tried to study it, remember?”

“Should look into that,” Alucard whispered. “Maybe give Rainboard a taste of how good you and Flutters have it.”

“I don’t think she would appreciate the… what did you call it… ‘tit drag’. After all, she doesn’t want to lose her aerodynamics… even though she does hate her ‘size’,” Twilight responded, watching Applejack as she packed up her stall for the day.

“Why not give her tits for a week and see how she likes them?” Alucard suggested, squeezing Twilight’s ass absentmindedly. “And for the record, your ass is far, far better than Appleass’.”

Twilight giggled quietly, “Of course you would say that, Alucard. But yeah, I’ll ask her first. And, please, not in public. I’m getting wetter than is socially appropriate and I have things to do today.”

Alucard pecked her on the cheek. “It’s gotten so easy to turn you on. To think you once violently rejected my advances.” He released her ass, but kept holding her close to him.

Applejack coughed, uncomfortable, “If’n y’all could not do that right next t’mah stall…”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Appleass. See you at the gala!” Picking Twilight up in a bridal carry, Alucard jumped in the direction of the library, pecking Twilight on the lips as they landed near it. “So where do you need to go next? Or should I tend to that soaking pussy?” he grinned and licked her neck as he held her against him.

Twilight shook her head of all the things she could be doing with Alucard and blushed, pointing in the general direction of Rainbow’s usual training area. “Well, talking to Rainbow about the Wonderbolts… and maybe the spell you wanted me to use.”

Alucard grinned and jumped toward Dash’s training area, licking Twilight’s neck again. “I’m not letting you leave the bedroom once we get home, you know.”

“I know. I know all too well.” Twilight grinned, lewd thoughts once again running through her mind. Focusing back to the task at hand, she noticed Rainbow flying loops in the air and called out to her, waving at Rainbow in order to be seen. “Rainbow! Hey! Rainbow Dash! Over here!”

The rainbow haired woman stopped and flew down to Twilight, hovering in front of her and Alucard. “Sup, Twi! And Alucard…” She gave the vampire a small glare.

Twilight waved and then shuffled in place, “Well, okay, Rainbow, this is probably not going to be news you want to hear.”

“I’m listening,” Rainbow said, crossing her arms over her chest, and blushing when Alucard chuckled at how flat she was. Like she needed magical chest fat to get ahead in life.

“Okay, so… you wanted to go to the Gala to meet the Wonderbolts, right?” Twilight asked, already dreading the words she was going to say.

“Yeah?” Rainbow answered, her tone prompting her to continue, wondering where she was going with this.

Twilight sighed, “You’re probably not going to get a chance to do anything with any of them, since they’ll be too busy being swamped by a crowd of nobles and fans and other rabble vying for autographs and a chance to put their foot in the door.”

Rainbow considered this new information and visibly deflated. “Dammit… I really wanted to meet Soarin too…” She muttered that last bit with a small blush.

Twilight patted Rainbow on the back, “There there, Rainbow. There will be plenty of other chances for you to meet up with the Wonderbolts. I mean, you did get to hang out with a few of them when you pulled off that Sonic Rainboom during the Best Young Flier’s Competition last month. And, well, I’m sure I could pull some strings.”

Rainbow looked at her with slightly wide eyes. “You could? I can take not not being able to hang out with a lot of them, but I really, really, really want to talk to Soarin again.”

Twilight smirked, “Got a crush on him, don’t you?”

Rainbow darkly blushed as she realized she’d walked right into that. Looking away with her arms crossed she slowly nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“Well, at least you’re up front about it,” Twilight said, lacing her fingers together behind her head.

“Yeah well… I might not have a chance with him,” Rainbow said rather bitterly. “I like being aerodynamic, but Soarin likes busty women. He’ll never go for me and my flat chest.” She shot a glare at Alucard and preemptively kicked him in the head at half of mach 1, shattering his skull and upper spine.

Twilight rolled her eyes, “That… actually leads right into the second thing I was going to ask you. Ahem…. Rainbow, I have a fairly decent spell for breast enlargement, though it works rather slowly and only goes up to a certain size. To be precise, it goes up to about a mid C-cup over the course of about a week.”

Dash’s eyes widened a bit. “Uh… Any chance you could make it work faster and maybe go a bit bigger? I’ve heard Soarin likes girls that are at least a D-cup best.”

Twilight sighed, “Maybe. Just maybe. Though I’ll have to talk to Rarity about fixing your dress….” With that, she began focusing, pulling out a pad of paper and sketching out rudimentary spell matrices and going through mental calculations.

Rainbow hovered around her, waiting in mild impatience for the chance to be able to actually grab Soarin’s attention. “I’m actually gonna get the chance to to talk to him one on one!” She grinned widely and internally squeed.

Twilight kept scribbling furiously, ripping out sheets of paper and crumpling them up whenever she found herself at a dead end. Paper after paper went by, crumpled into wads as Twilight began making true progress.

Rainbow kept watching, wondering when her brilliant, albeit absolutely terrifying, friend would make a breakthrough. “Oh please let me be able to have tits at the gala!”

After half an hour, Twilight put her pencil down and rubbed her eyes, double checking her work and making sure that nothing was missing. “Alright, I think I have it.”

“Yes!” Rainbow cheered, doing several loops before stopping in front of Twilight. “So how are we gonna do this?!”

Twilight charged up her hands with mana and, before Rainbow could back away, slammed her palms into Rainbow’s chest, cupping the aerial’s nearly non-existent breasts and slowly moving her hands away. Rainbow’s chest bulged outward to follow Twilight’s hands until finally Twilight broke off the spell, leaving Rainbow with a pair of perky D-cup breasts.

Rainbow looked at her new assets in silent awe, slowly reaching up to feel them. “Wow… They’re so soft.” She squeezed them a bit. “And really squishy.” She lost herself in the new territory of feeling herself up, grinning and chuckling as she did. “This is just amazing, Egghead. I wonder…” She flew up and did a quick routine of tricks. “Huh. The drag isn’t too bad. Actually, the air seems to flow just as well over them as when I was flat.” She grinned and chuckled. “Let’s see how big we can go without my stunts and speed being affected.”

Twilight nodded, “I specifically tailored the spell so that your new assets would have far less drag than normal breasts would.”

Rainbow grinned wide and tightly hugged her favorite egghead. “You’re the best, Twi!” She could feel their breasts getting smashed together, but she didn’t care. Just hugged her tighter with strength that seemed to rival Applejack.

Twilight squeaked under Rainbow’s grip, slowly turning blue in the face, “Rainbow! Rainbow! You’re squeezing me too tight! Can’t breathe!”

Rainbow blushed and released her. “Sorry ‘bout that,” she said while rubbing the back of her head. “Anyways! Let’s see how big we can get these without affecting my flying! Come on, Twi! Let me have it!” She stuck out her chest while holding her arms behind her head.

Twilight crossed her arms, “Sorry Rainbow, I only modified the spell to have a more generous limit. I’m afraid that D-cups are the best they’re going to get for now.”

“Aw c’mon!” Rainbow said, throwing up her arms in frustration. “How long would it take to fix the spell to go to any size? The bigger my tits, the better the chance that Soarin will give me the time of day!”

Twilight sighed and returned to her paper, flopping down into the grass, “Eugh, if you really need it, fine. I’ll work on it.”

“You’re the best, Twi!” Rainbow said with a grateful smile before smashing Alucard’s head again when he tried to grope her new assets. “Soarin’s hands only, Alucard!”

Twilight and company stepped from their carriages with little affair, Twilight exiting first with Alucard taking her arm and helping her to the ground. Twilight smiled and took in the sight of Canterlot castle, so richly decorated just for this one night. Her dress sparkled in the lighting, perfectly contrasting with Alucard’s tuxedo.

Alucard grimaced as he tugged at his tie. “Tuxedos are not my look, master. And I can’t even have my shades to hide my eyes?”

Twilight rolled her eyes, “No, Alucard. If you must, you can have darkened glasses, but no shades. And what do you mean they’re not your look? You’re positively striking tonight, my count.”

Alucard stopped messing with his tie and smiled at her as darkened glasses formed over his eyes. “You always know just what to say to make me start preening, my countess.”

“Of course I do, Alucard. I am your girlfriend.” Twilight giggled and turned back towards the carriages, spotting Rarity strutting towards them.

“Good evening, darling!” Rarity greeted cheerfully as she embraced her friend. “Such a wonderful night, isn’t it?” She wore her new gloves and boots with her dress and hidden underneath her dress on her thigh was her knife. In case she needed it.

“A very wonderful night, Rarity. Why, I almost feel like getting a bite to drink,” Twilight answered, tittering at her little joke.

“Alucard is a horrible influence on you, Twilight,” Schrodinger said as he helped Pinkie from their carriage and offered his arm. “Und he can’t really pull off a tuxedo like I can.”

Twilight rolled her eyes, “That remains as a matter of subjective appreciation. I happen to appreciate Alucard’s mature looks better than I appreciate your boyish figure.”

“You vound me vith your cruel cruel vords!” Schrodinger dramatically exclaimed as he leaned on Pinkie.

“Aw calm down, Schro,” Applejack said as she stepped up to them. “Gotta say. That cart woulda looked real outta place here.”

“Indeed it would, Applejack,” Rarity spoke, looking over the various examples of high society fashion with a critical eye.

“How is everyone this evening?” Anderson asked as he walked up with Fluttershy on his arm. “Hope you don’t mind me borrowing one of your ladies for the evening, Alucard.” The priest looked quite nice in his white tux, but still had his gloves and coat.

“As long as you’re a perfect gentleman towards her I won’t completely stain that tux with your blood. But if there’s any complaints, I might have to shoot you a few times,” Alucard stated imperiously, grinning afterwards to show that he was mostly kidding.

Anderson grinned and laughed. “And if you cause a ruckus I might have to take your head off,” he answered, still grinning and in the same joking tone. “Worry not, friend. I’ll protect her maiden virtue.”

“You’d better, Anderson. It is a big deal for the both of us,” Twilight smiled cryptically and winked at Fluttershy.

“Step aside, people. The big girl at the party has arrived!” Rainbow called from behind them as she hopped down from her carriage, her new assets bouncing as she landed. Grinning, she lifted her arms behind her head and showed off. “Jealous?”

Twilight snickered, “Not at all, Rainbow. Though, you’re not exactly the biggest girl.” She shot a glance towards Fluttershy and grinned, making Fluttershy blush.

“She might not be the biggest girl, but she’s still pretty impressive!” Gilda crowed, sidling up to Rainbow and giving her breasts a quick honk.

Rainbow laughed as she swatted Gilda’s hands away. “Didn’t take you for jealous, Gilda.” She grinned wider as she looked toward the party. “I’m gonna have Soarin eating outta the palm of my hand!”

Twilight grinned, “With that pair of H-cups? If he doesn’t go for you he’s either blind, gay, or taken… or all of the above.”

“Oh I’m sure he’s straight,” Rainbow said, jiggling her girls a bit. “And if he isn’t, I bet these puppies could turn him straight.”

“With the amount of effort I put into growing them for you? They’d better.” Twilight smirked and turned towards the opened gates of the castle, “Well, shall we, ladies and gentlemen?”

“Oh yeah!” Rainbow called. “Now where’s Soarin?” She took to hovering in her excitement, looking around for the Wonderbolt she was enamoured with.

Rarity wandered off in search of finding Blueblood, taking a long circuitous route around the room so as to not seem desperate.

“Boy is she gonna be disappointed,” Alucard muttered to Twilight as they watched Rarity go.

“Well, she’ll probably find some way of fixing her deflated ego after Blueblood tries to trample all over it.” Twilight smirked, “Maybe she’ll even finally kill the prick.”

“I’ll take that action. 20 bits,” Alucard said with a wide grin.

Rainbow finally caught sight of her target. “There you are…” she muttered before landing beside him. “Hey there, Soarin. Remember me?” she asked in a sultry tone while posing to accentuate her chest.

Soarin turned and caught sight of Rainbow’s distinctive hairstyle, “Hey! It’s you! The winner of the Best Young Flier’s Competition, yeah? Rainbow Dash, was it?”

“The one and only,” Rainbow purred as she leaned on him, pressing her breasts against him. “And I remember you, handsome.”

“H-hey now, Miss Dash, this is hardly the appropriate time for that sort of action!” Soarin backed up a little, far too used to dealing with big breasted floozies trying to win him over for bragging rights.

Rainbow backed off, still smiling at him. “So how have ya been since the Competition? I’ve been pretty good myself.”

Soarin relaxed slightly, knowing that Rainbow was at least smart enough to wait for now, “Training’s been tough as usual. Did a few shows up in Manehattan, Baltimare, Fillydelphia. The works, really.”

“Things have been pretty great in Ponyville,” Rainbow answered as she grabbed a couple of drinks from a passing server, handing one to Soarin. “Though some crazy stuff happened last week.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Soarin quirked an eyebrow as he sipped his drink.

“Well, some diamond dogs kidnapped my friend, and we kicked all their asses and saved her.” Rainbow decided not to tell that it was all Rarity and that the dogs were dead. “And before that, that Anderson guy showed up. Alucard’s got weird friends.”

“Alucard?” Soarin asked, not quite understanding who Rainbow was talking about.

Rainbow put her arm around him and discretely pressed her breast into him as she directed his attention to Twilight. “See that guy with Twilight Sparkle hanging off his arm? The really pale girl?”

Soarin looked over, gently moving Rainbow to a slightly safer distance away on instinct, “Oh there she is. Ah, right, the Princess’s personal student. Oh… so that’s Alucard… Is it just me or does he not pull off tuxedos all that well? It seems like he’d be much better in a big coat or something.”

Rainbow snickered. “Alucard doesn’t like it either. He’s usually got that big, ominous, blood red trenchcoat on. And he’s practically unkillable. Great for stress relief, I tell ya. And he tends to stress me out…”

“Unkillable? How does that work out?” Soarin asked, quietly leading Rainbow away from the crowd as Spitfire and Fleetfoot decided to cause a scandal via a platonic kiss to each other’s cheek.

“He’s a vampire,” Rainbow explained as she walked with him. “Regenerates from anything. And I mean anything. Shattered bones, dismemberment, decapitation, perforation. Name it and he’s probably had it done to him. Pretty sure he gets off on it. Weirdo.”

Soarin looked at Rainbow in shock, “Wait, vampire? What!?”

“Yeah I didn’t believe it at first either,” Rainbow said. “Apparently he fought the princesses hundreds of years ago and turned into a statue. Twilight says he’s bound to her now. Some blood magic mumbo jumbo.” She grinned at him. “Enough about my weirdass friend. What about you?”

Soarin shook his head, glad to change the topic, “Well, I have to say that nothing in the Wonderbolts is ever that strange. Except the cafeteria food. I don’t know how we manage to get such terrible food even with our income.”

Rainbow laughed as they came onto an empty balcony, leaning on him. “Mess hall food always sucks. No matter where it is. My friend Fluttershy cooked for me, her, and our friend Gilda back in flight school. That chow hall food was horrible. We actually bonded over the bad taste.” She leaned on the rail as she got her laughter under control, her mounds jiggling with her movements and daring him to look at them.

Soarin blushed and tried to keep his hormones under control, “Ah flight school… if it weren’t for Fire Streak always finding some way to keep us supplied with food, we woulda starved.”

Rainbow snickered as she felt his gaze on her chest. “Do you like them?” she asked with a blush, turning to face him and slightly lifting them with her crossed forearms. “I… I heard you like girls with big boobs.” Her blush darkened considerably as her nervousness started slightly showing through, proving she was genuinely interested.

“Ah, well…” Soarin scratched his cheek nervously, trying to come up with a good explanation, “Okay, well, yes, I do like girls with big… assets… but really, with all the fangirls throwing themselves at me… I’d really like a girl who knows what she’s doing and isn’t just trying to go after me for bragging rights.”

Rainbow blushed darker and held out her hand. “Fly with me? I’ll show you what I can do.” She grinned her usual cocky grin, her confidence making a comeback with imminent return to the sky.

Soarin grinned as well, taking her hand in his firm grasp, “If you think you can keep up, hotshot.” He dropped her hand and saluted an open challenge to Rainbow as he sped off in a streak of lightning filled clouds.

Rainbow laughed as she took off after him, her own rainbow contrail behind her. She easily kept pace with him, grinning as she showed off her curves. “Best thing about these puppies? No tit drag!”

Soarin gaped at Rainbow, “Oh that is so not fair! … Well, on the other girls, that is.” He led Rainbow into a tight upwards spiral, starting with a wide right and circling back, gaining altitude and turning tighter and tighter with every pass.

Rainbow’s grin got wider and wider as they came closer to each other in their climb. Once they were close enough, she grabbed him and led him in an aileron roll, her chest pressing against him. “Wanna feel a Sonic Rainboom?!”

“Wait what!?” Soarin cried, barely able to hear her over the rushing wind. “Did you just say a Sonic Rainboom!?”

“You bet your sexy ass I did!” Rainbow called with a wider grin as she led him higher up before turning them and starting a nosedive. “Hold on tight! We’re gonna be hitting mach 10!” She held him tighter, her chest pressing harder against him.

“Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods!” Soarin screamed, exhilarated and terrified as he pumped his wings to increase their speed. “I don’t know whether to cry or laugh!”

Rainbow’s laughter reached his ears before they finally accelerated to mach 10, the crack of the Sonic Rainboom and its ring of rainbow light in their wake followed by a storm cloud ring that crackled with rainbow colored lightning as she led him around the airspace of Canterlot and the countryside before finally stopping above the mountain peak. “WOOHOO!!! That was awesome!” In the heat of her adrenaline rush, she grabbed Soarin’s face and kissed him right on the lips.

Soarin’s eyes widened before he decided to give in, slowly maneuvering the both of them down to a safe landing as he kissed back.

Rainbow wrapped her arms around his neck and lightly moaned into the kiss before her brain cleared away the adrenaline haze and reminded her who she was locking lips with. With a dark blush, she pulled away, nervously snickering. “S-Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No no, that was fine!” Soarin sputtered a little, attempting to placate Rainbow, “Really, it was enjoyable!”

“Really?” Rainbow asked. “Well… Since I sprung that kiss on ya outta nowhere…” She stuck her chest out. “I think it’s only fair that you get to do something just as forward.” Despite her grin, she was blushing up a storm. “Go ahead. Cop a feel.”

Soarin’s blush intensified as his hands rose a little of their own accord, “A-are you sure?”

Rainbow playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrists. “Oh just touch me already,” she said as she planted his hands on her mounds. Soarin’s flush immediately rose to almost nuclear levels as his hands squeezed Rainbow’s breasts on their own.

Rainbow let out a little moan that she would never admit was cute. “How are they? Do you like them?” She pressed her chest further into his palms, and judging from those points poking them, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Soarin gulped and nodded faintly, “Y-yeah, they’re… really nice… But… I um… is this really something we should be doing right now?”

Rainbow grinned and cupped his cheek in her hand. “Spitfire and Fleetfoot did their little scandal to let us slip away. We’re not gonna be missed tonight.” She blushed darker as she held him closer to her. “To be perfectly honest, I’ve been crushing hard on you since the Competition. So…” she looked him in the eye. “Want to call this a first date?”

Soarin looked away for half a second in thought before nodding, “Yeah, I think that would be okay.” With that, he leaned down and kissed Rainbow gently atop the mountain’s peak under the starry night sky.

“Certainly an interesting gala, if a bit stale where excitement is concerned,” Anderson said as he walked among the nobles with Fluttershy. “Truthfully, the ballroom itself is more interesting, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well, I suppose,” Fluttershy smiled up at Anderson, “But really, I came here because I wanted to see the gardens… I heard they have so many cute little animals here.”

“Don’t be disappointed if they run from you. They’re not used to you like your animals in Ponyville are,” Anderson advised as a well dressed noble with blond hair came up to them. “Evening, sir. And who might you be?”

“I am Prince Blueblood. Nephew of Princess Celestia herself, commoner.” The blond man introduced himself, immediately putting his foot in his mouth without realizing.

“Pleasure to meet you, highness,” Anderson said, letting the commoner thing slide. He was, after all, a man of God, and if the Lord wanted him to be wealthy, he’d let him know. “I’m accompanying Fluttershy this evening. Bearer of Kindness, this one.”

Blueblood raised an eyebrow and snorted, “A commoner being a bearer of one of the Elements of Harmony? What utter hogwash! If anything, the Elements should go to their rightful stations under the nobles of Canterlot, not some backwater hovel in the middle of nowhere.”

Anderson scowled and stepped between Blueblood and Fluttershy. “Begging your pardon, but the upper class seems to me to be sorely lacking in the virtues that are required to unlock the Elements’ power. You yourself are clearly unworthy of any of them.”

Blueblood scowled, “How dare you insinuate that I, Prince Blueblood, am lacking in any traits required to wield an Element of Harmony!? Why, the nerve! I should have you clapped in irons for this insult!”

“Is it an insult?” Anderson asked. “You’re clearly dishonest about just how closely you are related to Princess Celestia, you are ignorant and cruel, you laugh only for your own twisted amusements, you are the epitome of greed and corruption, and in my experience, corruption often leads eventually to treachery of one sort or another.”

Blueblood growled and stepped forward, raising his hand and attempting to strike Anderson across the face with the back of his hand. Anderson caught it without so much as a flinch, raising his eyebrow with a contemptuous stare, “And now you attempt to strike me for stating merely the truth.”

Blueblood attempted to pull his arm free of Anderson’s grip to no avail, “Unhand me you brute!”

In a flash, a bayonet appeared in Anderson’s free hand. “Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance. And for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.” He raised his bayonet up and held the blade next to Blueblood’s arm. “Be wise now therefore, ye kings. Be admonished, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way. Though his wrath be kindled but a little.” He slowly brought his arm back, preparing to make the cut. “You made a very poor choice of words, Prince Blueblood.” He honestly cared not for the fact that the whole of the gala was now looking at him about to dismember one of the royal family.

Fluttershy stepped forward and placed her hand on Anderson’s arm, “Anderson, no! Please, stop! Don’t hurt him, it’s not worth it!”

Anderson paused and looked at Fluttershy for a moment before looking at Blueblood, who seemed ready to piss himself. Sighing, he released the prince and put his bayonet away. “Be gone from my sight, Blueblood. And do not enter it again. Remember that it is only by Fluttershy’s grace that you are still unharmed.”

Blueblood toppled backwards, sweating furiously and shaking in fear. “Y-you! I-You’ll pay for this!” he called as he scampered away, trying to salvage the remnants of his pride.

Alucard’s mocking laughter tore through the silence. “Highlight of my evening, right here! Seeing Blueblood get taken down a peg!”

Twilight chuckled from beside him, “Indeed, that really was quite an amusing sight.”

From deeper within the crowd, Blueblood scowled and stalked over to the snack table, muttering angrily and desperately in need of a someone to “de-stress” with.

Blueblood’s search for a nicely proportioned woman led him into the garden, where he spied a curvaceous young woman with well done curly purple hair and a very extravagant dress that accentuated her curves wonderfully.

Rarity smiled to herself as she leaned over to sniff some roses. “Ah… Perfect gardening, if I do say so myself.” She pretended not to notice Blueblood while shaking her hips in an alluring manner. All a test that surely a true gentleman could pass.

Unfortunately, Blueblood was the exact opposite of a true gentleman and thusly his gaze lowered down to Rarity’s bottom, lingering there for an uncomfortable amount of time before he grinned deviously and strutted over, self confidence and self delusion rightfully restored. “Well hello there, madam,” he crooned, showing just why the women of Canterlot often called him a “Male Siren”.

Rarity looked up and smiled as she stood up, her movement giving her mounds a little shake in the cleavage showing dress. “Good evening, sir,” she said with a giggle and small blush. “You must be the one and only Prince Blueblood.”

Blueblood’s gaze flickered downwards for just an instant before he resumed his act, “You presume correctly, my lady. I couldn’t help but notice that you were alone on this most auspicious of nights… such a criminal offense- no lady should ever have to go without a handsome suitor to enhance their image, no?”

Rarity giggled and held out her hand, palm down. “Oh go on, my good sir.” A true gentleman would kiss the back of her hand.

Blueblood followed propriety for nothing but appearances’ sake and kissed the back of Rarity’s hand gently, slowly pulling her closer as he drew back. He took her chin in his hands and smirked, “Shall we abscond, my fair lady?”

Rarity blushed as she fluttered her lashes at him. “Lead on, my handsome prince.” She was expecting wine, music, and a candlelit dinner. Shame that he had none of that in mind.

Taking her hand, Blueblood led Rarity back inside, carefully dodging around onlookers and couples, ignoring the nasty looks some of the women gave him. Making his way through the crowd, Blueblood led Rarity to a rather nondescript door and opened it for her, ushering Rarity inside with the faintest of grins upon his face.

Rarity looked around the room as she stepped inside, her guard down as she had Blueblood still behind her, still not guessing the intent of the less than charming prince.

Blueblood came up behind Rarity, placing his arm on her shoulder and walking around, trailing his hand across her back until he stood in front of her, his hand on her hip and a smirk on his face, “My lady, what say you we skip straight to tonight’s… festivities?”

Rarity blushed and arched into his touch. “What sort of festivities, my prince?” she asked, arching her back a bit to stick her chest out as she fluttered her lashes at him and slightly parted her full lips, which had ruby red lipstick on them that made them alluringly shiny and tempting.

“Why, my dear lady, simply the best sort,” Blueblood replied, with a wave of his hand, locking the door behind them and soundproofing the room.

“I think I’d like you to show me these festivities, my prince,” Rarity purred as she half-lidded her eyes and lifted her right leg, lightly wrapping it around his waist. “Be nice and thorough…” she purred as she closed her eyes, lips parted in clear invitation.

Blueblood leaned in and kissed Rarity deeply, his hand sliding up her waist and coming to a halt on her breast. He squeezed none too gently, just soft enough for his touch to remain painless. Unbeknownst to Rarity, a tiny shimmer of pink lit up Blueblood’s palm for barely more than half a second.

Rarity let out a moan as she kissed him back, running her fingers through his hair as she let him touch her. Licking his lower lip, she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Blueblood groaned lowly, feeling the pressure in his pants increase as he slipped the front of Rarity’s dress down and exposed her breasts to the open air.

Rarity blushed as she felt her nipples harden on contact with the cool air of the room. “Oh my prince,” she moaned into his mouth. “You’re so naughty.” She broke the kiss and leaned back, lifting her mounds for him with a giggle. “Do you like them, my prince? Does my bosom please you?”

“Oh most definitely, my lady. They please me quite well. Though, they could, perhaps, please me more…” Blueblood backed up slightly, loosening his trousers and letting them drop to the floor, his erection springing free from the confines of his undergarments.

Rarity blushed at the sight. “Oh my… You’re certainly forward, my prince.” She looked up at him as she took a step toward him. “Well, it would be unladylike of me not to assist you, wouldn’t it?” She took his hands in hers. “Could you remove my gloves for me?”

Blueblood obliged, slipping Rarity’s gloves from her hands and setting them off to the side, another unnoticeable pink shimmer leaving his palms and settling into her skin.

Rarity giggled and kissed him as she guided his hands to her breasts, urging him to keep touching her as she lightly rubbed her thighs together.

“Whoa there!” Pinkie cried as she flopped the screen over to the buffet line, “Keep the camera outta there, buddy!”

Schrodinger waggled his finger at the camera, “You know, you shouldn’t intrude on zhe sexy times like zhat unless it’s going to be somesing vorth vatching. Rarity vith Blueblood? Eugh, at least vait until she tries to kill him or somesing.”

“Yeah!” Pinkie agreed from further down the buffet line, taking hors d'oeuvres as she moved along.

Schrodinger winced at the serving sizes. “Do zhese nobles all sink like anorexic supermodels, Pinkie? Zhese hardly qualify as servings.” He ate one anyway. “At least zhe chef knows how to flavor sings.”

Pinkie handed a plate full of hors d’oeuvres to Schrodinger as she sashayed past him, “Well, maybe they’re small, but they do say that big things come in little packages.” She winked flirtatiously at him, bumping him with her hip, “And maybe later tonight, I’ll get a big thing from my ‘little package’~”

Schrodinger blushed as he grinned at his girlfriend. “You’re such a naughty temptress, Pinkie.” Catching up with her, he pointed out Gilda. “She seems razher disappointed about somesing. Probably zhe fact zhat Rainbow vent to have some fun vith Soarin.”

Pinkie frowned and walked over to Gilda, “Hey there silly birdy? Why the long face?” She surreptitiously shoved her plate into Gilda’s hands.

Gilda shook her head and started picking at the food, “Rainbow ran off to go fiddle with some Wonderbolt or another and left me behind.” She sighed, “Damn, and I was gonna tell her I loved her later tonight…”

Schrodinger gently patted the girl’s shoulder. “You know… She might not feel zhe same vay, Gilda. She actually seems razher taken vith zhat Vonderbolt she left vith. So I don’t sink your orientations are… compatible.” He tried to be as tactful in his tone as he could.

“Bah! Of course they’re compatible! Gods know that Rainbow’s fooled around with enough girls to be at least a bisexual!” Gilda snorted, finishing her plate and crossing her arms.

“Maybe you can share her vith Soarin,” Schrodinger suggested. “Not like anyvone vill bat an eye. Alucard has Twilight and Fluttershy hanging on his arms all zhe time.”

“I’m gay, catman. I’m not letting his spandex covered dick anywhere near my lady bits,” Gilda growled, then relaxed, “Still, as long as I don’t have to go anywhere near his dick, I guess I could. After all, griffon culture says that prides are definitely okay, and Equestria’s always had its own little herds…”

Schrodinger blinked and shrugged, “Zhen zhere shouldn’t be any problems, I sink.” He turned to the camera and whispered, “Psst, vhy do zhey still use ‘pride’ and ‘herd’? It’s very veird.”

…. Pinkie can answer that.

“Because the ancient griffon culture based its government on lion prides and the ancient Equestrians did the same for herds of horses,” Pinkie whispered back, nudging Schrodinger back to the waking world.

“Oh. Zhat explains it.” Schrodinger shrugged and patted Gilda on the shoulder. “If you sink sharing is an option, zhen go find her und tell her how you feel, Gilda. Get your feelings out in zhe open.”

“You’re right...” Gilda nodded, “Yeah, you’re right! Alright, I’m gonna go get my girl! Smell ya later, catman!” She jumped from the balcony, soaring away in search of Rainbow Dash with a wide grin upon her face.

Schrodinger looked at Pinkie. “So how far do you sink Rainbow and Soarin have gotten by now?”

Pinkie pulled a portion of the screen down, peeking past it at another scene high above, “....” She quickly let go, her eyes wide as she shuddered, “We’ll just… leave them to their privacy.”

“He’s inside her, isn’t he?” Schrodinger asked, ears twitching. “Zhat’s going to be so awkvard vhen Gilda finds zhem.”

“Well, hopefully she takes her time…” Pinkie muttered, pulling a cupcake out of her hair and eating it in hopes of forgetting what she had just seen.

Rainbow moaned loudly as she rode Soarin, loving how he felt. “Godsdamn, you’re packing, babe!” She leaned down and deeply kissed him, loving how he seemed to love fondling her breasts.

Soarin groaned as he laid into Rainbow, thrusting with great eagerness as he played with her breasts. Breaking off the kiss and panting slightly, he brought his lips up to Rainbow’s ear and bit down lightly, just nibbling upon it.

Rainbow gasped as he nibbled her ear. “Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good…” She rode him harder and pushed his face to her chest. “Suck on my titties, Soarin. I know you love them.” She started gyrating her hips to rub him against new spots inside her.

Soarin obliged, taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking while he played with her left nipple. He thrust harder, the sensations rushing through him driving him to the brink of climax.

Rainbow arched her back and spread her wings as her cavern clenched him. “I’m gonna cum, baby! I’m close!”

“Me too, Dash!” Soarin hilted inside Rainbow, crushing her against his body as he came explosively, the condom around his cock stretching as it filled.

Rainbow kissed him to muffle her scream as she came with him. As she came down from it, she panted and slowly pulled off him, looking at the condom with wide eyes. “We need to get some better condoms. That one almost burst trying to hold your monster load.”

Soarin chuckled and pulled the condom off, tying it shut, “Yeah, I know. Just like cafeteria food, you’d think our budget would at least get us Trojans or something, not just generic pharmacy condoms.”

Rainbow laughed and hugged him, pressing her bust into him. “You know… My friend Twilight Sparkle has really good connections. She could probably get us Trojans. Maybe even tweak them with her magic to make them even sturdier.”

“Clearly I’m interrupting something,” a voice rang out through the air. Gilda hovered in place, having been watching, completely mortified but unable to look away, as Soarin came inside Rainbow Dash, repressing a sigh of relief when she saw that the Wonderbolt had a condom on… even if it was a cheap piece of crappy latex.

Rainbow blushed at being caught. “Gilda! W-Where did you come from and how long were you watching us?” she asked, unconsciously raising an arm over her chest.

“Ah… eheh… I uh…. I came from the Gala…. and I saw Soarin c-cum inside you.” Gilda blushed furiously and hid her face in her hands. After taking a few breaths to calm down, she landed and pointed at Rainbow, “A-anyway, this might be a bad time for it but I have to tell you something, Dash!”

“What is it?” Rainbow asked as she started fixing her dress, starting with covering her chest back up. “You know you can tell me anything, Gilda.”

Gilda coughed and tried to stay calm and not botch her confession, “Ahem… Rainbow, we’ve known each other since Flight School, yeah? Went through a lot there… heh… and, well… during that time, and over the years of me not seeing you, I came to a real conclusion about how I felt about you…”

Rainbow blushed as she realized where this was going. “Are you saying that… That you love me?”

“D-dammit! I was gonna make this dramatic confession, RD, and you ruined it!” Gilda cried, throwing her hands into the air in exasperation. Secretly, she was relieved at not having to say it out loud.

“Wow… This is really awkward,” Rainbow said. “Here I am, fresh off getting laid by the guy I’ve been crushing on for months, and now one of my oldest friends is confessing that she loves me.” She nervously chuckled. “Good thing I’m bi, huh?”

Gilda chuckled, “Yeah, it is a good thing… good thing I’m willing to share… as long as Soarin doesn’t try to bone me.”

Dash snickered and looked at her new boyfriend as he stood up. “Yeah. Sorry, Soarin. But Gilda’s full lesbian. She’ll never let your dick near her.” Looking back at Gilda, she grinned. “So… Let’s hear it, Gilda.”

“You heard me, Dash, I love you, I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, and I’m willing to share with Soarin as long as he remembers he’s your boyfriend, not mine.” Gilda huffed and crossed her arms, blushing and looking away in the process.

Rainbow laughed and hugged Gilda. “I love you too, Gilda.” She punctuated that by kissing the flustered griffon, giving Soarin a little show.

Gilda kissed back, gently stroking Rainbow’s wings in that one spot that always made her pop a wingboner.

Rainbow blushed as her wings popped out. “You still know the right spots, Gilda,” she muttered as she returned the favor to Gilda, rubbing her own wingboner spot.

“Gah!” Gilda tensed up as her wings flared out, her blush glowing brighter, “D-dammit Dash! Not when I’m already horny!”

Rainbow snickered. “Well if my girlfriend’s all hot and bothered, I gotta help her out.”

A hand pulled the camera back over to the ballroom, Schrodinger’s smirking face in front of it. “Shall ve give zhem some privacy, Pinkie? Maybe check up on Twilight and Alucard?”

“Yupperoon- Wait, we gotta make sure it’s safe, first,” Pinkie cautioned, peeking out of the screen and quickly withdrawing her head, “Okay, whew… it’s safe. Yupperoonie!”

Chuckling, Schrodinger shifted the camera to focus on Twilight and Alucard, who were mingling with the few nobles they actually liked.

“I must say, my dear, that sounds like quite the adventure!” Fancy Pants chuckled, sipping his wine. “Ah, to be young again, that would be a gift in and of itself, wouldn’t it, Fleur?”

“Quite a bit, my love. Quite a bit,” Fleur spoke with a sophisticated Prench accent. “The gift of youth is often unknown to the young, is it not? Always wanting to grow up faster…. it is a shame.” She sighed dramatically, chuckling at her own words.

Twilight chuckled with her and took a moment to light a cigar. “Of course some people manage to age gracefully. But most try to just keep looking young.” She exhaled some smoke and hugged Alucard’s arm. “And then there’s the ambitious ones that try to stay young forever.”

More chuckles from the nobles, Fancy Pants stating, “An ambition that many never quite reach, save for our beautiful Princess and her just as lovely sister, eh?”

Fleur pretended to gasp in outrage, giggling as she lightly slapped Fancy Pants on the shoulder, “Why you scoundrel! You don’t just insinuate about a woman’s age like that, you know! But yes, Princesses Celestia and Luna are both quite youthful, are they not?”

“Yes they are,” Twilight agreed. “But it comes with being immortal. But they’re not the only ones, I’m sure.” She gave Alucard a grin as she said that.

Fleur nodded, “Indeed. Tis a wide, wide world, and still we find new things just about every day.”

“You have no idea,” Twilight said. “That was so funny earlier, seeing Blueblood get taken down a few pegs. Wonder what he’ll do to come back from that.”

One of the other nobles, a man by the name of Spark Fizzler, crinkled his nose in contempt, “Probably somesing horrid.” The Germane aetherial adjusted his tie and continued, “Just like every ozzer time he’s been embarrassed. Perhaps he has found some unlucky damsel to seduce.”

“Probably,” Alucard said. “I feel sorry for the poor girl. Maybe one day all his old flames will gang up on him and humiliate him so horribly that he can’t come back from it.”

Twilight snorted, “Maybe they’ll bring him to me so I can kick his ass even further. After all, since he has a restraining order, I’d be well within my rights to beat the everloving crap out of him.”

“So many horrible things we could get done to him if we felt like it,” Alucard said. “Maybe we should do that sometime.”

“Only when we’re legally allowed to, Alucard,” Twilight cautioned, patting her count on the shoulder.

Fancy Pants frowned, “I find it incredibly odd that here we are, discussing the merits of, as you put it, ‘beating the crap out of Blueblood’... and yet, none of us care. Odd, that. Makes one realize just how universally hated he is in Canterlot.”

Over in the gardens, Trixie and Big Mac sat in companionable silence, idly stargazing without much regard for the politics within the Gala proper. Trixie’s face held a small frown though, as she looked over at Big Mac.

“I know silence is golden and all, Big Mac, but there’s so much gold here that it’s like staring into the royal treasury. And if I wanted to stare at that much gold, I’d simply just go to the treasury. So speak up, man, and tell me about yourself. What is it that makes the man named Big Macintosh tick?” Trixie twirled her hair and admired Big Mac’s form as she spoke, waiting him to speak up.

Big Mac sat in silence for just a moment, rubbing his short goatee in thought. He shifted the straw in his mouth to the side as he spoke, “Well, never really had much of a need for words, I reckon. Had my muscles do th’ talkin’ most’a the time… Still, if’n y’wanna know ‘bout me, guess I could oblige.”

“Well… I’m curious to know about what you like in other people,” Trixie said, looking at him with a blush. “Maybe what you like in a woman?” She leaned on him somewhat as she smiled at him.

Big Mac looked over at Trixie, “Askin’ the hard questions right of, huh? Well, I’ll do m’best to not disappoint. Lesse… Now, mind you, a woman ain’t gotta have all th’traits fer me t’go after her, but Ah’m just describin’ mah ideal woman. Mah ideal woman… where do I begin? Little shorter than me, but not too far b’low mah chest. I wan’ her to be able to kiss me easily, and bein’ shorter than mah chest ain’t a good way to do that. Has t’be at least educated to th’ point of graduatin’ high school, cuz runnin’ a farm takes hard work and brains, ‘spite what Applejack might tell ya. Now, I ain’t gonna go into figures, s’long as she ain’t unhealthy in her eatin’ habits and hygiene, I ain’t gonna judge. That said, Ah do tend t’prefer women with a more… sizeable bust. Not like miss Fluttershy, cuz that ain’t comfy- that’s suffocation, right there. ‘Round your size is perfect fer me, actually, miss Trixie. Ah don’t rightly care if she’s ‘n aerial, aetherial, or just plain old terran. ‘N I guess that’s it, really.”

Trixie was blushing very darkly by the time he was done speaking. He’d just described her perfectly, save for the fact that she was missing an arm. “You really mean all that, Big Mac? And please, just Trixie. I feel awkward when people call me miss.” She hugged him as tightly as she could with her one arm.

“‘F course I can, Trixie,” Big Mac replied, sporting a light blush of his own as he hugged her back, careful to keep his hands from straying.

Trixie lightly giggled and looked into his eyes as she reached up to cup his cheek in her had. “You truly are that one in a million sort of man, Big Mac.”

“Aw shucks, Trixie, I’m not that special. Never even went t’college. All I did was go straight into workin’ the farm ‘soon as I graduated high school.” Big Mac’s blush deepened as he looked away, modesty coming into full play.

“I don’t care,” Trixie said, starting to lean up closer to him. “You’re sweet, kind, a true gentleman. What girl wouldn’t want someone like you?” She closed her eyes and pecked him on the lips. “I know I do. Ever since I first laid eyes on you.”

Big Mac sighed contentedly, “And I know I want you, Trixie, if’n you’ll have me. Maybe not since I first saw you, but definitely now.”

Trixie smiled and hugged him closer. “I will have you, Big Mac.” She giggled. “From this moment on, the Great and Powerful Trrrixie is your loving girlfriend.”

Big Mac grinned and took Trixie into his arms, curling them protectively around her shorter frame, “Ah may not be great or powerful, but Ah promise to be the most lovin’ boyfriend y’all ever had.” He kissed her gently, stroking her hair with his free hand.

Trixie smiled as she kissed him back, leaning into him as she felt her left leg lift up, allowing her weight to be supported by Big Mac.

Pinkie pulled the camera back to focus on her and Schrodinger while holding up a thick sheaf of papers, “Hey hey! Why are you over there!? The script says something really funny is gonna happen soon, so why don’t you go where the sou- Oh wait, it’s over with Rarity and Blueblood. Hey Schrody, you think it’d be funnier to see this from the outside or know what’s going on behind the scenes?”

Schrodinger chuckled as his ears twitched. “I sink knowing Rarity’s context will make it funnier, Pinkie.” He smiled his cat smile as he draped his arm around her shoulders as he shifted the camera again.

Rarity was on cloud nine. All the sounds around her mingled together into what she considered quite the melody. The creaking bed, the wet sounds made by her lover’s movements inside her, the impact of his hips against her own, his grunting, and her pleasured moaning. “Oh my prince yes! You’re such an amazing lover!” she cried as she kissed him, feeling his hands on her breasts again.

Blueblood squeezed harder as he thrusted into Rarity’s vagina, having not even bothered with a condom. With each squeeze, more and more pink shimmers erupted from his hands, Rarity’s eyes now glowing a faint magenta from the effects of his spell. With each shimmer came the cumulative loss of Rarity’s higher brain functions, taking away her ability to reason and leaving her as a lust driven shell for as long as the spell was intact.

Rarity moaned louder and pushed his face to her chest, wanting to feel his mouth latched onto her nipples as she bucked her hips against him, loving every grind he made inside her cavern. “Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”

Blueblood suckled messily upon Rarity’s breasts, sending a few sparks of blue through her body as a reinforcement to the contraceptive already in place. He pounded harder, caring not for the enjoyment of his partner, but merely trying to get off as fast as possible.

Rarity wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt her biggest climax yet coming on. “I’m close, my prince! I’m so close!” Her held him tightly against her as her moans got louder and louder.

Blueblood grunted and began thrusting faster, feeling his own orgasm coming on. “I’m close too!” he cried, slamming his hips forward even faster, “Do you want it inside!?”

“Yes, my prince! Yes!” Rarity cried, holding her legs tighter around him to hold him inside her. “Cum deep inside me! Fill me!” She loosed a scream that was blocked by the soundproofing as she came hard, clenching him tightly and milking him.

Blueblood’s eyes widened just as he shot off his load inside of Rarity, locked in place from the force of his orgasm and Rarity’s grip as he groaned in simultaneous relief and horror. As soon as his orgasm finished, he all but shoved Rarity from him, pulling out a disposable towelette from his pocket and cleaning himself off and dressing once more, “Y-you’re a commoner!? O-only commoners use such an uncouth vocabulary! Alas! I have sullied my royal countenance with the unworthy flower of a common country harlot!”

Rarity cried out in surprise as she was shoved from the bed, the shock knocking away the hypnosis spell as he insulted her and called her a harlot. Then she realized what had fully happened. Her face twisted into a glare. Slowly standing up, she magically cleaned herself up and dressed as she looked at the spoiled prince, drawing her knife. “Twilight was right about you, you beast!” She slowly stalked toward him. “Calling me a commoner, a harlot no less. I may be from a small countryside town, but I am no harlot. Now that see the sort of creature you really are, it fills me with disgust that I fell prey to your foul pelvic sorcery! Using such a wretched spell to lull me into giving myself to you. You robbed me of my virginity, you wretched, horrid, beast!”

Rarity disappeared from sight, blurring into motion with a bright streak of blue. The streak of blue coalesced into a single brilliant line, arcing around Blueblood in angular movements as it all but danced around his body. The line traced around his body and ran along the seams of his clothing, the stunned Prince too busy with his confusion to move away from it. After a mere ten seconds, Rarity blurred back into view behind Blueblood, the point of her knife pressed firmly into his collar, piercing through without ever touching his skin. She sheathed her knife and opened the door, shattering the soundproofing spell and closing the door behind her.

As the door clicked closed, several hundred arcs of wind blasted around Blueblood in a bright flare of delayed motion, shredding his clothes along the seams and then disintegrating them under the force of their removal. Every last stitch disappeared, leaving the spoiled brat completely bare to the world.

Blueblood’s scream of fury, embarrassment, horror, and fear blasted across the Gala, even reaching to the residential districts of Canterlot. Several weaker windows shattered from just the pitch of his scream, the immensely girly sound going so far as to shatter several of the party-goers’ wine glasses.

As everyone simultaneously turned to the source of the scream, Blueblood burst from the closed doors, startling most of the guests into a panic as they sought to escape from Blueblood’s unwelcome visage. The rest of the guests immediately broke down into helpless laughter at the sight of sheer panic on the spoiled man’s face.

None were louder than Alucard, who was holding his sides while Twilight leaned on him, equally loud in her laughter, barely able to light a new cigar, since the scream had startled her enough that she bit through the one she had been smoking.

In the midst of it all, Rarity lit her pipe with a smirk of satisfaction. Finally speaking as she exhaled some smoke. “Such wonderful catharsis. I dedicate this little scandal of Prince Blueblood to all of the women he’s used for his own pleasure over the years!”

The women in question that still remained after Blueblood’s entrance and subsequent exit all cheered raucously for Rarity, some of them even going so far as to bow down to her in their exuberance.

Rarity smiled at her new fans and chuckled. “Let us hope that this little incident teaches Blueblood how to properly treat women, yes?” She added some more herbs to her pipe as she reveled in the attention.

Twilight chuckled, her cigar shaking with each convulsion, “I certainly hope so! At least he’ll never bother you again, right?”

“Yes… Quite,” Rarity said in a bit of disappointment. “I’m sorry, Twilight. I should have listened to you about him. Especially since you grew up here and would know him infinitely better.” She exhaled some smoke. “Instead I stubbornly stuck to trying to court him and got deflowered and used for my trouble.”

Twilight stopped chuckling immediately, “Oh no he didn’t.” She fumed, eye twitching as her fingers twitched. Oh how she wished that she hadn’t left her wires and parasol at home. At this point she was just dying to peel Blueblood’s dick like a banana.

“Shall I go dispose of the disgraced prince, my master?” Alucard asked, reaching for the ever present Casull and Jackal with a truly furious expression on his face.

“Do my ears deceive me?” Anderson asked as he walked toward them with Fluttershy. “Did that lowly wretch truly use Rarity as his personal toy and cast her aside like refuse?!” He flicked his arms and brandished a pair of bayonets. “This can be over with one swing of my sword! Iscariot does not shirk when the enemy presents itself!”

Fluttershy huffed angrily, not saying a word. While she felt that Blueblood didn’t need to die, she still felt the extreme need to have words with the man.

“Hey what was that girly scream?” Rainbow asked as she, Gilda, and Soarin flew down to the group, very confused.

“Prince Blueblood used Rarity for sex after Anderson humiliated him,” Twilight snarled, barely avoiding biting through her cigar again.

Rainbow snarled, “He did what!?” She ground her teeth and nearly tore through her dress in fury, “When I get my hands on that asshole there’s not gonna be enough left of him to fill a fucking thimble!”

“Right behind you, girlfriend,” Gilda muttered, cracking her knuckles. Soarin did nothing but glare and shake in rage; while he didn’t know Rarity, he still hated Blueblood for his absolutely deplorable actions.

“Rarity was used by that wretch?!” Trixie demanded as she stalked toward them with Big Mac in tow. “Where is he?!” she demanded as she drew her rapier. “I will make him rue this day!”

The group milled around in search of possible directions in which their quarry had escaped, swiftly growing more and more enraged at the thought of Blueblood going unpunished for his deeds.

“Alright, alright, everyone. Calm down,” Celestia’s soothing presence washed over the group, instantly shifting them from murderous to simply enraged, “What seems to be the problem here? I assume it involves my nephew, Twilight?”

“That nephew of yours used Rarity for sex after Anderson humiliated him!” Twilight snarled, just short of screaming. Pulling her cigar from her mouth, she looked at her master with glowing red eyes. “Now we’re going to find him and make. Him. Pay!” She snapped her cigar between her fingers and crushed it under her foot.

Celestia stilled, her soothing presence turning icy cold in tranquil fury. She smiled a terrifying smile, “Well now, is that so, Miss Rarity?”

“It is, Your Majesty,” Rarity confirmed. “He charmed me, got me alone, then used what I can only describe as a hypnotic roofie on me. By the time I got my wits about me again we’d already finished and he was calling me an unworthy commoner harlot. Nevermind that he had just stolen my virginity with his foul pelvic sorcery!” She spat on the floor. “I can only imagine how many other women he’s done this to.”

Celestia’s smile only widened, “Interesting. Well, don’t you worry, ladies and gentlemen… and Alucard. The situation shall be resolved by morning.”

“Unhand me at once!” Blueblood demanded as he was dragged toward the throne room by a pair of absolutely livid looking guards. “I am the prince of this kingdom, and you will obey me!”

“Shut up!” the terran guard on his right snapped as he punched Blueblood hard. “The princess is in no mood for your tantrums right now.” Nodding to the aetherial guards outside the throne room, the double doors were opened and Blueblood was dragged inside, the doors shutting behind them with an echoing thud. “Princess Celestia, we have brought the scumbag,” he said as they forced Blueblood to his knees while kneeling themselves.

Celestia stared at Blueblood imperiously from her throne, all traces of any sort of familial love gone from her face. “Do you know why you are here, Prince Blueblood?” she asked, her voice strangely frosty, a startling contrast to the warm tone she normally spoke with.

Blueblood gulped. “I do not. What is the meaning of this, Auntie? I have done nothing wrong!”

“Oh really? Tell me, do you recall the events of last night’s Gala?” Celestia leaned forward, hands supporting her head and elbows upon her knees.

“I was accosted and humiliated by that bayonet wielding thug that accompanied that pink haired commoner!” Blueblood said indignantly. “I demand justice for my near dismemberment!”

Celestia raised an eyebrow, “Anything else, Blueblood? Keep in mind, it is better to tell the truth now than for me to find out about it later.”

“I went to de-stress and found a lovely looking young woman that I only found out was a commoner after I had already laid with her. I have been bathing for hours to remove that taint. To say nothing of her destroying my favorite suit! That little harlot!”

Celestia smiled. It was not a pretty smile. In fact, one might call it the absolute most terrifying smile ever made by any living creature on the face of the planet in all of history. “And that’s where the problem lies, Blueblood. That ‘harlot’ is the bearer of the Element of Generosity. And you used a horrid aphrodisiacal spell upon her that is colloquially known as the ‘Magic Roofie’. All of this verified by the Element of Honesty. Now, I may have overlooked your past transgressions, Blueblood… but this… taking, against her will, the virginity of one of the Elements of Harmony and quite possibly giving her psychological damage… an unforgivable offense. Henceforth, Blueblood, you are to be stripped of your title, your status, your lands and holdings, your royal stipend, all your assets, your servants, your mansion, and just about every last bit of property you own. But, that is not enough. From the sheer amount of people that have reported you doing to them what you did to the Bearer of Generosity, I have, with heavy heart, decided to banish you from Equestria. Save for the clothes upon your back, you shall have absolutely nothing when you leave. You will be left at an undisclosed location and will not be allowed back within the borders for a full six months. If you are found within the borders before the six month period ends, you will be killed on sight. Do you understand me?”

Blueblood stared at her in horror. Exiled? Stripped of all he owned? “Please no, Auntie! You can’t do this to me! We’re family!” A wire lashed out from behind the throne and lightly wrapped around his throat to make him shut up as Twilight stepped from behind the throne.

“Trust me, Blueblood. This way, you get to live,” Twilight sneered in a cold tone, her eyes glowing red. “If it were up to me, you’d be thrown to the wolves, so to speak. And words cannot describe how agonizing your death would be. So count what few blessings you have, scrape up what little dignity you have left, and leave quietly. Before my fingers slip…” Her finger twitched ever so slightly, causing the wire to draw just a drop of blood to punctuate her threat.

Celestia nodded, “My faithful student is correct as ever, Blueblood. Now, stop your whining. You leave in less than an hour. I suggest you begin what few goodbyes you may have to make.”

Blueblood was too horrified to say a word, even after the wire was recalled to Twilight’s glove. He just stared out into space as he was escorted from the throne room.

Twilight looked at Celestia as the doors shut behind him. “I still think you should have let us torture him to death and feed his soul to Alucard.”

Celestia snorted with morbid humor, “I think if I did that, it would be the first time Alucard would have ever gotten indigestion from eating someone.”

Twilight giggled. “Yeah. You’re probably right. Still… Even with this punishment, I feel like he’s getting off too easily.”

“Getting dumped in the middle of the Saddle Arabian desert wasteland with nothing more than his clothing, a knife, and a canteen full of water is letting him off easy?” Celestia asked, eyes dancing with vengeful mirth.

Twilight couldn’t stop herself from letting off the psychotic laugh that was known to very quickly turn Alucard on. “Oh you are just the worst! Who knows? If he makes it back alive he might be a better person for it!”

“One can only hope, Twilight. One can only hope…” Celestia sighed and shook her head, “Anyway, don’t you eleven have a train to catch?”

“Oh gods I forgot all about that!”

Alucard grinned at the panting group as they sat down and rested from the race to catch the train right before it departed for Ponyville. His grin faltered when he heard a low, very sinister laugh on the wind. Looking back at the palace, he frowned in suspicion.

Twilight looked over to Alucard, “Is something the matter, my count?”

Alucard was silent for a few moments before looking away from the window. “It’s nothing, my countess.” “I certainly hope I was hearing things.”

Author's Note

Look upon the downfall of Prince Blueblood and rejoice, dear readers!