“Are you feeling any better?” asked Pip as he did his best to hold his wife in his arms, her large breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Currently the two of them were in the small spare bedroom that had been given to them. In fact, it was so small that the only thing in it was the bed. In order to get to the door they would have to crawl across the bed. Sure there was a tiny stretch of floor right in front of the closet where their stuff was, but it felt utterly pointless given how little there really was.

“I…I think so,” said Succubus as her tear stained face gave a small nod. Looking at her, Pip could tell that the tear flow had stopped. “Thanks for staying with me. I-I really needed this.”

Pip did his best to smile at her, to reassure her. “Well, I’d be a pretty horrible husband if I just let you cry and not do anything.”

“That’s why I love you so much,” said Succubus as she smiled for the first time in what felt like forever. Pip then felt her hands slide down his body until they rested on his ass. His eyes widened when he felt them squeeze it right before pulling his hips closer to hers. Just as they made contact, Succubus moved her face close to his and captured his lips.

As Pip felt Succubus’ tongue slip into his mouth while her hands felt his rear, he knew that what Succubus really wanted at this moment was an escape. She had been crying for what felt like hours since her family had departed and before that she was simply depressed. With every moan, every nip of her fangs on his lips, he knew that she wanted to forget all about her troubles by focusing on this act. To throw herself into a passionate love high that she wouldn’t come down from for the next several hours. Pip knew it would be temporary with the possible result of reality hitting Succubus even harder than before. But, as he felt her soft hands slipping under his pants and touching his bare flank, Pip felt himself unable to stop her.

Succubus’ lips began to leave a trail of kisses that went down to his chin while her hands continued to rub against his flank. As her hands began to move back, Pip felt their bodies move so that they were no longer on their sides but instead with her straddling his waist. Looking up, Pip felt a chill when he saw her hungry expression while her hands began to pull up on his shirt. Her hips grinded slightly against his crotch, her breathing becoming heavy as she felt Pip’s hardening member. She-

A sudden knock on the door caused both of their eyes to widen. “Dinner’s almost done,” said Dragonfly from behind the door, her voice sounding slightly out of breath.

The hungry, lustful expression on Succubus’ face vanished in an instant. Her teeth began to grit themselves while he felt her hands ball up into fists. For a moment, Pip thought she was going to throw her head back in frustration, cursing whoever she could think of for getting in the way. Instead, there was a flicker in her eyes right before they began to gleam with the promise of more tears. Then, as she lowered her head, she slid off of Pip.

“Go on ahead,” said Succubus as she moved into a sitting position with her legs crossed. “I…I’ll be there in a minute.”

“You sure?” asked Pip. “I can stay here with you and we could go together.” At that, Succubus looked up with a small smile on her face.

“I’ll be fine,” she said. “Just need a minute or two.”

Nodding, Pip managed to make his way out the door as Succubus fell backwards onto the pillow, letting out a groan of frustration. As Pip closed the door, he smelt something new in the house, something odd. The most logical thing he could think of was that he smelled their dinner. Yet the scent was…hard to describe. It wasn’t something so awful that he would need to cover his nose, but it wasn’t an enticing smell either. Just something that fell in between.

Within moments, Pip had made his way to the kitchen where Dragonfly was standing in front of a large black pot. In her hand was a large metal stirring spoon that was at work within the pot as swirls of green mist rose up from its contents. After giving it several long stirs, Dragonfly pulled out the spoon to reveal that it was covered in a thick green goo that reminded him more of slime than anything else. For a moment he stood there watching her as she sniffed it before giving it an approving nod. Something must have caught her attention because she then turned her head to look in his direction, nearly dropping the spoon in the process.

“I, well,” she said, stumbling a bit with her words as she held the spoon in both hands like somepony would hold a baseball bat. Her head was slightly tilted away from him, but Pip could make out the signs of a blush on her dark complexion. For a moment, Pip wondered what was wrong until he noticed her gaze shifting slightly towards his lower region before turning her head to look away.

“You heard?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Thin walls,” she replied while biting her lower lip slightly. “That mixed with thestral hearing means that the whole house could hear the moaning.” She then turned her head to look at him while forcing out a smile. “But I am glad she’s no longer feeling as depressed. It’s a good thing she had you there.”

As Pip scratched the back of his head, wondering how to respond to that, Dragonfly walked over to a cabinet where she pulled out several bowls stacked on top of each other. When she returned to the pot, she picked the top bowl up so she could begin to fill it with the goo like substance that Pip assumed was soup. The instant the bowl had been filled, Dragonfly held it off to the side away from Pip just before the door opened.

“Ah good,” said Steel Fang as he entered his home, taking the plate from his daughter’s hand before closing the door behind him. Once closed, he took the bowl with both hands and brought his face close to the rim. Loudly he inhaled the scent, throwing back his head as he did before sighing. The tiniest of smiles appeared on his face as he looked at Dragonfly.

“Oh daughter, how you spoil this old stallion,” he said before walking over to her and kissing her forehead. “Such a feast we will have this morning. I think there might be enough for seconds!”

“Papa, we have guests,” said Dragonfly as she gestured to Pip. The thestral stallion looked over at the smaller earth pony as if noticing his existence for the first time. He tilted his head a bit, as if he were confused as to why Pip was there.

“Who are-” Steel began, but was interrupted as Dragonfly held out another bowl for him to take.

“Remember, the special guests that were coming?” she asked. “Think about it while you help me set the table. Go on.”

“That was tonight?” asked Steel as he walked over to the table. As he set both bowls down, he looked over at Dragonfly. “Oh stars above my head, how could I forget something like that? I could have sworn that they were coming tomorrow night instead. What a terrible host I am to have forgotten something so important!”

“You say that about everything you forget,” said Dragonfly as she walked over to him with two more bowls. As she handed them to him, she kissed him on the cheek. “Now don’t worry and introduce yourself to him. You are the mayor after all so you better give him a good impression.”

“Oh, right, mayor,” grumbled Steel as he set down the bowls. With powerful strides he walked over to Pip and then held out a hand. “Greeting to our honored guest. I am top weapons smith of Hollow Shades, Steel Fang.”

“And Mayor,” added Dragonfly as she set a small loaf of bread on the table as well as a tiny stick of butter. Pip couldn’t help but smile as Steel rolled his eyes at that while fighting the desire to throw up his hands.

“Thanks,” said Pip as he took Steel’s very rough hand. “The name’s Pipsqueak, but you can just call me Pip for short.” For a moment, Steel held onto Pip’s hand. The two locked eyes for a moment while Steel squeezed the hand in his own. Then, he released it with a smile on his face.

“Good hands, a hard worker’s hands,” laughed Steel while Pip did his best not to rub his poor hand. Steel then clasped Pip’s shoulder, almost knocking the stallion to the ground. “Ah, that’s what I have always liked about earth ponies. Even one puny as yourself is worth more than a hundred of those lazy Canterlot scum.”

“Papa!” cried Dragonfly in a disapproving way.

“Not this again,” said another voice. It was Dragon Fang, who was standing at the doorway as she began to take off her armor. Her gloves and helmet were already off, placed on wooden pikes coming out of the wall next to the door that reminded Pip of a coat rack.

“Ah my little dragon,” said Steel as he went over to the undressing mare who had taken off her chest piece to reveal a long sleeved black shirt underneath. She paused for a moment to accept a hug. “Good to see you back in time for supper. Now you can regal our guests with tales from this night’s adventure! Have you met them?”

Dragon Fang rolled her visible eye as she began to undo her armored pants, revealing something that looked like grey sweatpants underneath. “Yes Papa. I was the one who brought them here.”

“You were?” asked Steel in a surprised tone. Then a look of realization appeared on his face. “Ah yes, now I remember. Lord Dark Bargain asked you to.”

Fang said nothing. She just stood there with a hand pressed against the left side of her head until a loud *crack* sound was heard that made Pip wince. Fang let out a pleasurable sigh as she repeated this with the right side of her head until the same sound was heard again. Looking far more relaxed than Pip had ever seen her, Fang made her way to the table while holding her arms straight up to stretch them as well, creating more cracking noises.

As Fang sat at the table, Succubus entered the room. She looked like she had washed her face and had calmed down, but there was nervousness to her stance. One that Pip understood when he saw Steel staring at her with his mouth slightly open. However, he did not take on a look of utter disgust like the train mare had.

“Well then, I believe this is the Lady Succubus then?” he asked gently. He then gestured to the table. “Please, partake in our dinner. Dragonfly makes the best soup in all of Hollow Shades.”

“Thank you,” said Succubus as she sat down at the table, Pip taking the spot next to her.

Soon, everypony was seated at the table and began to eat slowly. And, after looking at a spoonful of his soup, Pip could understand why. Floating in the goo were large insect legs, wings, heads, and claws that looked like the belonged to a praying mantis. His stomach gave a lurch, wanting to show its contents to all who were gathered yet Pip held it at bay. Seeing everypony else eating it, and not wanting to appear rude, Pip brought the spoon to his mouth so that he could taste it. As soon as it made contact, Pip’s stomach shook violently and it was all he could do so as to not gag on the meal.

Out of the corner of his eye, Pip looked at Succubus. She, like the rest of the thestrals, was eating the soup. Yet, unlike them, she seemed to be taking it almost as hard as he was. Perhaps it was because she had been eating Pip’s cooking for so long that she became accustomed to that. Or maybe she never liked it in the first place. Regardless, Pip could tell this was going to be a long meal for the both of them.

While Pip lowered his spoon back down to the bowl to try and eat some more, he became aware of the conversation going on between Steel and Dragon Fang. “…by the time I got there, there was nothing,” she was saying. “No changelings, that green shit they like to leave all over the place or anything like that. Played twenty questions with old stallion Dreadhoof to make sure he was who we thought he was. The usual. Passed with flying colors so for now I don’t think we need to be on the lookout for a changeling assault.” At that, Dragonfly let out a sigh of relief.” Right now I’m more concerned about the spider wolves. Numbers are pretty high this year; maybe triple what we saw last year.”

“Well that’s good to hear,” said Steel with a ghost of a smile as he lifted his gooey spoon to his mouth. He swallowed the contents before speaking again. “If the numbers are that high, I’ll be better able to justify hiring more guards. Even if it is only temporary, it will be a huge boost to moral.” He then frowned. “But the problem will be arming them.”

“Don’t you have any spare weapons?” asked Pip. “I mean, I saw your shop and-”

Steel barked out a laugh. “Those?” he asked while pointing in the direction of his shed. “You think those are weapons?”

“Well…” began Pip who faultily slightly at the mad look in the stallion’s eyes.

“Papa, be nice,” said Dragonfly as she cut her father some bread. “Mr. Pip never got a close look at your forge.” This seemed to subdue the stallion whose expression softened.

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “He never did. Perhaps then he would have seen that those…things I am forced to make to put bread on my table are nothing short of scrap!” He slammed his palm on the table while a small fire seemed to be lit in his eyes. Yet, at the same time, it looked like he was fighting back tears. “If my own papa and grand papa could see me now, see what this family has been reduced to, they would-”

“Be proud that you are swallowing your pride for the sake of your family,” snapped Dragon Fang as she shot her father an angry look. “Or would you rather we all die of starvation!?” This caused Steel’s shoulders to slump a bit before he looked down at his bowl.

Pip gulped as he looked over at the now silent table. There was a tension that was so thick that not even a knife could cut it. It weighed down on all who sat at the table, almost suffocating them. Pip glanced over at Succubus who had also decided to glance at him. He could tell she wanted to excuse herself to get away from this just as much as him. But neither knew how to do so without being rude.

They could both tell that this was going to be a long meal.

Sunlight was shining through the window into Merry’s face as she lay naked on the bed. She was somewhat awake, covered in sweat and sexual fluids that were beginning to dry onto her fur. More than ever before she knew she needed a bath or a shower. Yet she found she had very little strength left in her, barely enough to look over at the damaged clock to see that it was now almost noon. There was a small spark of panic within her as she realized just how late she was for work.

Slowly, Merry managed to get into a sitting position on the bed while wincing in pain the entire time. Sex with Prince Charming was always brutal and left her entire body sore in a bad way. Part of her wanted to ask him to be a bit gentler with her. However, it was a very small part, for whenever a thought like that went through her head the rest of her mind would scold her. If Prince Charming wanted it that way he would get it, for his pleasure was more important than anything she felt. And seeing to it was her pleasure.

Eventually, Merry managed to get onto the floor where she began to crawl around to look for Charming so she may get his permission to use the water and perhaps get something to eat. She found him not at the table where he usually was, but instead near the door with a suitcase and one of the folders she had brought. He must’ve heard her with those wonderful ears of his, turning to look at her with a smile on his face. Seeing that smile made her smile.

“Yes,” he said in an angelic voice that caused her heart to soar to the heavens as he approached her. “I nearly forgot something. You have been the most excellent pawn to date. It’s really a shame.”

Merry was confused by this for she had no idea what he was talking about. Nor did she know why he had a suitcase. If they were going somewhere all he need to do was ask her and she would have gladly packed anything for him. But all thoughts left her head as he touched her cheek, his horn glowing brighter than ever as he smiled down at her, showing her all of his teeth.

The tiny, almost dead voice in the back of her head, the one that didn’t like her one true love, gave out a horrifying scream of pain that shocked Merry. And it was painful, so painful that Merry wanted to start pounding her head against the dirty floor so that she could dull the pain ringing in her skull. But she found herself unable to move. Her limbs felt like they had been turned to stone, that she was a mere statue that would be suffering until the day some merciful pony smashed her into a thousand pieces and scattered her to the wind.

Soon the screaming began to fade and, in its place was a new sense of understanding. As she looked at Prince Charming she understood what he was. How could she have been so blind before? This stallion was so much more than she ever thought. He was above Celestia, Luna, Cadence, Twilight, and Discord. He was above any god that any creature could imagine. He was the universe itself and she was but a speck, just outside of it wishing to become a part of its perfection. Yet, she knew she was not worthy of such a great honor. No, all she was worthy of was being next to its perfection. As long as it was there, all was right.

“Very good,” whispered the universe into her ear. “Now, I’m afraid that it’s not working out. I’m leaving.”

Merry’s eyes widened at that. “What?” she whispered.

“Please don’t make a scene,” the universe said while straigthening up. “This is hard on me as well. I just think that both of us would be better off without each other. You understand, don’t you? Now, there are no more bits in your account and the rent is due in three days. Just thought I should let you know.”

And without another word, Merry watched as the universe floated away from her. She wanted to cry out, to cling to its greatness and beg it for another chance. Whatever she had done to displease it she would correct in a heartbeat. But she found herself unable to move as the door opened and closed, leaving her alone in this mess of an apartment.

For several long moments Merry stared at the door, the realization of what just happened slowly sinking in while her breathing quickened. Tears began to form in her eyes as she placed a hand over her heart right before she began to scream! She could hear her neighbors telling her to shut up, but what right did they have to tell her that? Didn’t they understand that she had been close to greatness itself, all that was glorious, and somehow she had displeased it enough to cause it to leave? She had given up everything of her former life to make the universe happy with her, yet it hadn’t been enough.

She had failed.

She had failed.

She was worthless.

She was worthless.

She wanted to die.

Several hours later, the moon was just beginning to rise across Equestria. While many ponies were preparing for a peaceful night’s rest, Pip was awakening from his own thanks to the noise made by his alarm clock. Before he even opened his eyes, he knew he was being held close to Succubus’ naked form with his head placed right above her breasts. Looking up, he could see her eyelids twitching as she fought to rebel against the commanding noise of the alarm. With the skills Pip had gained since he became married to her, Pip was able to slide out of her hold without waking her before silencing the noise.

Once up, Pip moved his own nude form towards the closet so he could get changed. In order to do this, he would have to step into the tiny closet which was something best suited for a stallion of his size. Quickly he put on his best dress pants, a button up shirt, belt, and tie before heading back over to Succubus who he kissed on the cheek.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he whispered causing her to stir slightly.

“Stay..safe,” she replied, still half asleep as she turned.

Taking a deep breath, Pip left their room and headed down the hall. Thankfully there was no scent of food in the air which meant his stomach would be safe for a while. To be sure, he was hungry, but not hungry enough to ask for another bowl of that bug soup.

When he got to the kitchen he found Dragon Fang sitting at the table, dressed in her armor while eating a slice of bread with some water. As she bit into it, the bread made an unnerving crunch noise that made him think of the bread they had had last night. It too had made the exact same noise for it was very hard while tasting like sandpaper. Looking at the table, Pip saw there was nothing for him.

“Good, you’re up,” said Dragon Fang after swallowing the last crumbs of her meal. “Saves me a bit of trouble of having to get you up. Well, let’s go then.” With that said, Dragon Fang got up out of her seat and headed for the door.

When he got outside, Pip felt a sense of unease as he looked at his ride. It resembled a chariot; much like the ones some ponies from Canterlot would take when visiting his club. However, the main shape of it bore a striking resemblance to a coffin made out of black wood. On both sides of it were two sets of bat wings: the first being much larger than the second. And pulling it were two muscular looking stallion guards who looked none too happy.

As Pip followed Dragon Fang into the chariot, he could make out the sounds of Steel Fang hard at work once more. He opened his mouth to ask Dragon Fang if he had offended him the previous night but the chariot took off into the air, throwing him back a bit before he could ask any questions.

Grabbing one of the safety handles in the front, Pip hung on for dear life as they went high into the night sky. Feeling brave enough to look around, Pip began to scan for any other thestrals. He thought he saw the movement of bat wings in a forested area just outside of the town, yet beyond that there was nothing. The streets still looked deserted and the town seemed even emptier than it had when he had been on the ground. It almost felt like he was flying above a ghost town.

“Where is everypony?” asked Pip loudly.

Dragon Fang gave him a look he could not identify before she said, “Preparing for the tourist season,” and then turned to look straight ahead again. Pip wanted to ask what she meant, but noticed that they were now almost at the center of the large hole he had spotted when he had first arrived. As he looked down, all Pip could see was an inky darkness within that pit that seemed to go on forever. Feeling sweat forming on his palms, Pip gripped the handles as tightly as he could as the chariot took a sudden nose dive downwards.

Pip had never been more scared in his entire life as they shot downwards, moving faster and faster with each passing moment. Soon the light of the moon and stars were gone, swallowed up by the darkness making it so Pip could barely see anything in front of him. He knew that this wasn’t the same with the others who had excellent night vision as well as powerful hearing, but it didn’t make him feel any better. For all he knew the bottom could be inches away or-

There was a sudden burst of hot air to his right that smelt utterly vile. Looking in that direction, Pip managed to see a blur of large white teeth for a moment before he was below it. Then, behind him, he could hear a whooshing sound followed by the snapping of jaws. He felt the hot air again and again, always followed by the same blurs and sounds as he descended deeper and deeper into the pit. Each time he heard them, he racked his brain for what might be causing them. The only thing that came to mind were quarry which he had learned about back when he was in Miss Cheerilee’s class. If that were the case, Pip was even more afraid. He couldn’t see them nor their homes but they could see him. All it would take was one eel that was slightly faster, ready to pounce and he would never see his death coming.

After what felt like hours of falling downwards at near Rainbow Dash levels of speed, the chariot suddenly began to right itself. As it did Pip almost let go of his support and fall to his knees. Happy to no longer feel like he was falling, Pip looked around only to find himself in a deep, dark void of nothing. He looked up to see neither sky nor ceiling. He looked right and left, but there was nothing there as the chariot continued to fly. He braved himself to look downwards, but for all he knew there could have been some mammoth scaly monster down there ready to lung up and devour them with a single bite and they would never see it coming.

Pip felt his breathing quicken as the chariot began to slow down to the point where he could barely even feel a breeze on him. Now it was like standing in a cold, unfeeling void with no idea what was around him. He could feel his palms tightening on the handles, but he couldn’t see them. Buck, he couldn’t see his arms or anything for that matter! He was only vaguely aware of the pathetic whimpering noises he was making, but he was too scared to care. He was in someplace far worse than Tartarus. He could see why Succubus wanted to leave here for nopony in their right mind would want to stay here.

His body was shaking now as the minutes passed him by and still nothing. He began to hear a rustling noise, something different from the flapping of wings. Pip’s head began to look back and forth as he searched in vain for the source of the noise. His blood began to run cold and he felt the need to let go of the handle. To jump off this chariot and end his life before he was stuck for all eternity in this empty pit of despair. But he found he could not move his legs for they had been crippled by the fear coursing through his body.

“Calm down will you,” said Dragon Fang right before Pip felt something slip onto his head. Panicked, Pip raised his hands to try and beat off whatever was on him. He struggled and squirmed, but whatever it was slid more quickly down his face and then…he could see again.

Blinking, Pip could now see the area around the chariot for the first time since they had been down here. He looked down at his hands, which had turned almost completely white and shaking, and grinned madly. Slowly, he brought one on his shaking hands to his face and began to feel what had given him back his sight. It felt like a pair of goggles, much like the ones that pegasi used to protect their eyes while flying in dangerous weather. Probably enchanted to allow non-thestrals some sight down here. He looked over at Dragon Fang who was looking very annoyed with him, and smiled broadly at her. It was just so wonderful to see again! He felt like crying and laughing at the same time, the joy bursting through his body was just so powerful!

Now that he could finally see, Pip looked around him. While he couldn’t see very far, he was able to tell that at this moment they were flying next to a rocky wall. As they passed its brown and grey surface, Pip would spot holes from time to time that almost resembled doorways. More than once, he couldn’t help but notice figures either standing in the frames or sitting with their legs dangling over the edge. Sometimes there was even a group, huddled together as they just sat there. But most of them were empty and devoid of any presence.

“Let’s hurry up,” said Dragon Fang loudly, clearly talking to the stallions pulling them as she shot a glare at the wall. “We’ve spent too much time flying by the wall.” Wordlessly the two stallions quickened their pace in acknowledgement while moving away from the wall and out into the open nothing.

Once more Pip found himself flying through nothingness. However, it was not as unnerving this time since he could see the other ponies around him. It gave him more comfort to know they were there.

After several more minutes of flying, Pip began to see something growing in the distance. They were stalactites, perhaps hundreds of stone icicles that were hanging down from the ceiling. But the sheer size of them blew Pip’s mind. He had heard they were big, but that didn’t do any justice to what he was seeing. Many of these stalactites were large enough to fit a four or six story building with room to spare, with doorways in them like the ones on the wall. The smaller one story ones were squat, almost looking flat against the ceiling. It surprised Pip a bit that none of them had any markings, signs, or decorations at all to indicate if they were for personal or business use. But that didn’t seem to slow down the inhabitants. Unlike in Hollow Shades or along the wall, there were ponies everywhere! Thestrals were flying from spike to spike while wearing old fashioned attire that nearly covered their entire bodies. Chariots and carriages zoomed across the darkness as well, but there were far fewer of them.

And, in the middle of it all, was what held Pip’s interest: the most massive stone spike of them all. It looked like it could hold both Twilight’s and Celestia’s castles stacked on top of each other within it, making all of the other stalactites seem more like tiny bumps. Along the tip at the bottom, Pip could hardly believe it but there was an orangish colored glow coming out of the doorways. It was so hard to believe that this place had any source of light that it amazed the tiny stallion to no end. Like all of the other buildings hanging from the ceiling it had no marking nor decorations on it, but Pip could just feel its importance. Just looking at it told Pip that this had to be the heart of the Hanging City; the place where the Countess lived.

“Is that where we’re heading?” asked Pip while keeping his eyes on the center spike.

“Eventually,” answered Dragon Fang. “But first we have to take you to Dark Bargain’s. We have to get you ready, remember?”

“We are so sorry for the inconvenience,” said a unicorn stewardess as Prince Charming sat in a seat within his own private cart. Everything in it seemed to scream fancy and important. Every piece of metal, from the seats to the sink, looked like they were made with well polished gold while the cushions were made of red silk. In one corner was a handsome bar which was stocked up with wines so great that the only way you could get something better was if you were Celestia herself. Finally there was a large four poster bed, fit for royalty. Or, at least, those who wished to pretend they were royalty.

“Tell me, how long till we get to Hollow Shades?” asked Prince Charming as he stared out the window with a glass of wine in his hand. He was sure that the mare was thinking that he was admiring the stars or the moon since they seemed to be shining a bit more brightly this evening. The truth, however, was that he could less about things he could not reach and take possession of. His gaze was fixed on the city that he was now leaving, getting further away as the train made its way down the tracks.

“If all goes well, maybe a day,” replied the stewardess. “At most a day and a half as long as there are no issues with the train.”

A frown appeared on Prince Charming’s face. He knew he might sound like a little child if he said it out loud, but he wanted to be there sooner. Right now in fact! The sad truth was that it was mostly his fault that it would take this long. He could have rented a chariot to take him to Hollow Shades, allowing him to get there in a few hours. But, seeing that the method of travel would mess up his perfect mane as well as costing him the same amount as this private cart, Prince Charming thought this would do.

Sighing, Charming lower his glass to set it down when something caught his eye. In the moonlight, he could make out a pony figure who had just made a running jump off of the edge of Canterlot and now falling head first to the ground below. A grin appeared on his face, knowing that it was most likely what’s her name. The stupid little pawn was killing herself, just like he had wanted. Like the many others he had used up until this point, her death would go either unnoticed or un-mourned. Even if somepony did notice, it wouldn’t be because they cared but were curious as to why she stole several documents before she killed herself. If that did happen, they would find them in her apartment along with a copy of the one he still had in his possession. Whatever they thought about at that point was of no interest to Charming for he knew it wouldn’t matter.

Turning to look at the stewardess, he smiled at her and watched her blush at his utter perfection. Since she was not too bad on the eyes, he believed he now had the perfect way to pass the time until he reached his next pawn.

Author's Note

Well things got dark. Hopefully I'll be able to lighten up the next chapter a bit