Beautiful Rainbows, Unicorns, and Rainbow Unicorns: The Daily Antics and Adventures of. . . Everyone

Darqlon disliked transforming into an alicorn, it required a lot of power to summon and maintain. In order to walk in public, he had to don the disguise. He needed to visit a certain pink pony to confirm his suspicions. He hid the collar under a wing.

"Would you mind if I eat you?" Onyx cooed.

Pinkie giggled.

"Seriously. You smell like sweets," he placed the pink mare down from their embrace, "It is. . . irresistible."

"Well, maybe just a nibble," Pinkie winked at Onyx.

Darqlon cleared his throat behind the two.

"Oh, hey D," Onyx greeted him, "Wassup?"

"Goodie! You're here!" Pinkie chimed then zoomed from the front door to the back kitchen and back within seconds. "Here!" she had a platter of muffins on her back.

Darqlon levitated one of the brown muffins up to his nose to inspect. He ignored the fact that the platter defied all laws of physics. It had the faint aroma of nutmeg and walnuts. He took a bite out of the muffin and chewed it, carefully dissecting all the flavors on his palette. Pinkie waited expectantly on her the tips of her hooves, a huge smile plastered her face. "Satisfactory," Darqlon stated finally and he took a second bite out of the muffin.

"Yes!" Pinkie cheered and thrust a hoof in the air.

"Can I have one?" Onyx asked and reached for one. Immediately, the platter was encased in a crimson glow.

Darqlon levitated the tray next to him and out of Onyx's reach, "Negative."

"Fine!" Onyx sulked and picked up Pinkie in his arms, "I guess it's a good thing I have a whole Pinkie to myself!"

Pinkie giggled gleefully as Onyx tickled her stomach. "Stahp!" she chortled.

"Go get a room," Darqlon spoke dryly and left.

Onyx and Pinkie stared into each other's blue eyes and they shared a lascivious grin.

"The Cakes our out of town with the foals. . ." Pinkie informed Onyx.

"You must be, very lonely," Onyx grinned and turned the "open" sign on the door to "closed".

Prys focused all his attention on his prey. The fluffy, white bunny rested a few meters away on a rock, it on high alert. Of course, Prys could use his powers to capture the little beastie, but where was the fun in that? Prys edged closer to the adorable morsel, his belly softly rubbing against the soft green grass. Prys leaped up from the grass and pounced on the bunny. Alas, the bunny was too quick for Prys and he slipped out of the wolf's grasp, hopping away through the meadow of flowers.

"Angel Bunny!" Fluttershy called out behind the gray wolf, "Get back here and take your medicine!" The buttery pegasus stomped her hoof in annoyance. "Why does he always run away?"

Prys turned to Fluttershy with a smile, "Let him have fun now, we will punish him once we capture him."

"I-I don't want to p-punish him. . ."

"Do not worry, I will only poke him with more needles," Prys chuckled.

"Evil. . ." Fluttershy's eyes sparkled.

Prys started after Angel's trail, his eyes following the scent floating in the air, leading them into town.

Where was that little bugger going? He went through all the alleys, passed between every house, and mazed his way through all the stalls. They found themselves back where they started and Prys' agitation was growing.

Fluttershy sensed his tension growing, "How about we take a break and have a snack? We have plenty of time to give him his medicine."

"Sure. I could go for a fryer or ten," Prys licked his chops.

Fluttershy chuckled nervously, knowing he was half serious, "Why don't we go by and see how Pinkie is doing?"

Prys spied Darqlon trotting down the street with a platter of muffins in tow. "I appreciate sweets as much as the next but I am a carnivore. I will go hunting in the forest."

"Oh. . . I understand," Fluttershy replied downcast, "It has been a week since you last had meat. . ."

"I promise not to eat any of your friends," Prys remarked as he jogged off.

Fluttershy spotted the towering midnight black Darqlon crossing the market. He carried a tray of muffins with his crimson magic. Despite how frightening Darqlon was, she decided to talk with him a little.

"H-hi," a tiny voice squeaked behind him.

Darqlon stopped and turned his head to confirm the voice as Fluttershy. She was hiding behind her mane, staring up at him with a wide, teal eye. "Good afternoon. . . Fluttershy," Darqlon greeted with a stoic expression, "You can not. . . have a muffin."

"Uhm. . . " Fluttershy cast a confused look at him and the muffins, "H-How are you?"

"Well. The progress of my research. . . and study of this world. . . is satisfactory," Darqlon informed.

Fluttershy closed the distance between them, slightly growing more comfortable with him, "That's nice. What are researching and studying?"

"Everything about your world. . . basically. A couple topics hold my. . . interest the most. . .my time has primarily been. . . invested with them."

"What are the topics?" Fluttershy questioned then quickly added, "I-If you don't mind me asking. . . " Darqlon gazed down at her for a few moments, which made Fluttershy slightly uncomfortable. His crimson gaze unnerving her.

"Magic and the like," he finally spoke. "This world's magic. . . is similar to our magic. . . but with a few. . . quirks."

"What do you mean?"

"For one: everything has it, in one form or another. Two: it is everywhere. I will have to start running. . . experiments to test my. . . hypothesis."

"Oh. . ." Fluttershy replied, not really knowing how to respond. Magic was not her strong suite. "Maybe Twilight can help you?"

"My thoughts exactly. . . Fluttershy," Darqlon dug a hoof into the dirt, "Would it. . . would it be acceptable to just show up. . . unannounced? Or since she is a princess. . . I have to make an appointment. Right?"

Fluttershy smiled up at him, "I'm sure she will not mind you showing up 'unannounced'. She dislikes royal formalities."

"Odd. Considering her 'by the book' nature," Darqlon commented.

"Right?" Fluttershy laughed. She started heading to her friend's castle, "I can show you where the castle is."