Stress Relief: Queen Twilight Sparkle

When dinner time had arrived, Twilight had emerged from her chambers, wearing a one piece dress that looked tight around her from the waist up, but still fit perfectly for the beautiful body she planned to portray. It was like she was a dark queen out of a fantasy, complete with black peplums to cover her front with a special sparkled layer on top of it that’s laced in purple. She had sleeves that were see through and had patterns of grape vines that grew in a vineyard, tattooed onto her to add to the concoction.

This was followed by the purple collar of her long cloak that pushed up around her neck, displaying the striped fur of an endangered panther with the most comfortable coat, waving in the subtle wind of an open draft. To piece it all together was a simple black choker around her neck with stitching that showed designs of a story. A story that explained the wearer and their beauty, how much power it held. Combined with this dress, it made her look breathtaking.

As she strolled down the halls, everyone close enough witnessed and was taken in by just how jaw-dropping and fierce she looked in that dress. She didn’t look like the peaceful woman from earlier. Now, she’s a tiger that looked to kill, searching for her prey to savour in their last moments before devouring them. This is the type of look she portrayed as she was strutting in the halls like a diva, but going along with grace.

She was docile in times where she didn’t feel like doing anything in terms of politics. But she’ll turn anybody’s world upside down, lest they forget who they’re dealing with. And with Twilight, she would smile all the way until they have nothing, making them contemplate suicide… that’s just how much she enjoyed the power.

As she walked along, she grinned albeit a crooked one. Oh, how wonderful a night this would be.

Passing by a mass of servants that crowded the halls, she unawaringly gave them a firm shove, knocking them by without a moment's hesitation.

“Out of my way, plebeians.”

They groaned as Twilight passed them by, not giving them the light of day.

She arrived in a massive dining hall made of golden marble. A long oak table sat in the middle of the room, adorned with lovely china that sat in the center. It’s light purple tablecloth was covered completely with the most elegant of designs. The smell of fresh food came from the distance; the kitchen must have been nearby.

As she looked at all the chairs, she noticed that the tallest chair was at the end of the table, laced in pink leather and gold outlines. Of course, this was made for her. She sat down, straightening her cloak appropriately as to not tug on herself and get it creased. She saw that her mirror was placed by her side, as instructed.

Though for this moment, she just wanted to admire her new found couture, she could practically feel herself getting sexier by the second. She fixed her crown once again to make it sat leveled and straight, like she cared. Once done, she looked into the mirror with the most antagonizing pose.

“These fools will never know my true secret to power. Once I take all of the world’s beauty by the scruff of its neck, I’ll be the most sexy ruler in the world!” She laughed maniacally... before breaking down to a giggle. Even though she had to be serious, it was good sometimes to joke around and feel loose.

“Gee you had me going there for a sec, Twilight.” Spike appeared once again, pausing as he eyed Twilight’s dress, a mixture of surprise and shock written all over his face in a quick second. “Oh wow, that’s new!”

“I know right? Isn’t it the second prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? It makes me feel like a sexy goddess in the mood,” Twilight said, pulling a little on her skirt.

Spike rolled his eyes. “More like an Evil Queen who scares everyone,” he muttered.

“Oh, come on. Even though it looks that way, I’m doing what’s right for my Kingdom, which is making sure it’s a win-win on my side.”

“Twilight, you spent most of your time in the throne room sending people to the dungeon or banishing them.

“I sent them there and didn’t have to answer their favors, which also saved me time. See? Win-win.” Twilight smirked.

Spike rolled his eyes again. “Whatever. So, what’s on the menu? Looks like a big party.” As Spike said that, the doors to the dining hall opened. Twilight turned her direction towards it, being dumbfounded at what she saw.

The Captain of the Guard, wearing his honorable black suit. His suit displayed many badges that he had earned over his time of serving her, a huge purple star laying right in the middle of his chest, where his heart was buried. He had slacks that hugged his thighs, showing off his detailed muscles, the form of his bootcut figure causing something to stir inside Twilight.

The stir… it was happening again. Twilight was found immobile as she looked at him. What made it worse was that beautiful face of his, having a clean shave, the shiny gelled back hair … Everything just hit Twilight in the right places. He. was. Sexy.

She could see him now, laying down helplessly on the floor as she put her boot down onto his chest, tightening a noose that she put around his neck to control him. He looked at her with pleasure and pain. The face she looked at was built up confidence that was struggling to hold, waiting for her to deal the final blow at any moment.

She could see herself enjoying every bit of it, smiling down at him, inching her boot downwards. His clothing was resistant, but this didn’t stop the hungry girl that wanted to see him… suffer.

Twilight tried to fight her urges once again in a heated battle like the last time, the war obviously not over. She held her ground, but she didn’t know if she could take it.

Finally before she was almost ready to pounce him into oblivion, the door opened wider to show people walking in behind and passed him as a distraction for her. Twilight has won once again, but the damages were dealt with swift critical action. She hoped that it didn’t come to this again; she couldn’t take that stir anymore.

He walked up to Twilight and gave a standing bow. Then, he stood by her side and at attention. She tried her best to ignore him, even though it was tempting every time she moved her eyes over just a little.

“My Queen… dinner is served.”

Suddenly, another pair of doors opened as several plates of foods and other delightful delectables appeared. Crape Suezette, roast beef, chicken, rice, beef stew, flambee, any food imaginable arrived one by one, giving the room an atmosphere of deliciousness that made Twilight’s mouth salivate.

“Wow… So much food,” Spike commented as he watched the servants place the food on the table, the other nobles nodding as they did.

It wasn’t until Twilight looked up did she noticed that none of the other nobles were eating. All of them stared at her.

“What’s going on?” Twilight asked.

Her Captain lowered his head to whisper to her. “The custom is to begin only when the Queen starts, and the dinner will only finish when the Queen is done.”

Twilight seemed amazed and looked at the nobles. They all looked very hungry, but protocol demanded that they wait till she began to eat herself. Maybe she could have some fun with them first… This was her world. She could play with her food, and her subjects.

“Hmm… Do I really wish to eat all this? I hate to ruin my figure so soon...” Twilight smirked, looking at her mirror to admire herself.

The noblemen tensed up, horrified at the thought of not being able to eat all of the riches displayed before them, the steam rising off the deliciousness as if they were in a cartoon, going straight into their nostrils to tease them of its flavors. Ironically, it was eating them.

They watched in amazement as their Queen picked up her dinner fork. She admired the heavy metal betwixt her fingers, shining in the light to glow it’s golden skin. Taking it further into speculation, she twirled it in her fingers and felt the hard but smooth edges that were specially crafted for her kitchen, very much fascinating her to a degree.

As she did this, the nobles watched and waited. A few of them started to sweat while others distracted themselves by tapping their fingers or by viewing the room around them. Twilight grinned wickedly and enjoyed watching them squirm. Something about it made this all the more fun.

She continued to do this until finally, she dug into her food… spaghetti pasta to be precise. Twirling it in her fork and dangling it above her mouth, she watched as the loose piece dangled above her, only using her tongue to play with it a bit, the wheat following along like it was dancing.

Now the noblemen’s stress started to skyrocket. Some of them were actually panting now, waiting for the moment that the first piece went down her throat and into her belly. Slowly, Twilight lowered the fork to begin to eat, only to pull it back upwards, then lower it again, then up once more. She did this several more times, much to her amusement. She loved playing this game.

Finally, it was Spike who had to intervene. “For goodness sake, Twilight. Just it eat it already, I’m hungry!”

“You’re a mirror; you don’t eat,” she hissed, continuing to play with it for a few seconds more.

Finally, her desire had been reached. The nobles were now completely in disarray or worse. A few them looked famished, ravenous even. One had even fainted on the table itself. Satisfied, she finally set the spaghetti in her mouth and swallowed. Although, she made sure to chew it very slowly as she did. At this time is when she could savour the taste of the chef’s blood, sweat and tears put into such a hot delicacy, but she’s more into seeing her people fall at the moment to take notice of any special craftsmanship.

Once it was gone, the feast could begin.

Twilight giggled. “Enjoy.”

There wasn’t much to enjoy however. Many of the nobles had been so taken out by Twilight’s display, they hardly ate. It’s okay though, because that meant Twilight could eat most of the food for herself. She was rather hungry after all that tiresome work of messing with her subjects.

She had the servants give her three of everything on the table as she scarfed it down, one by one.

She relished in it wholeheartedly, no longer caring for the ones who basically starved to death beneath her feet. She wanted to eat the rich turkey that was smothered in gravy, ripping the skin as the juices fell onto her plate and table. She made sure to not let any of it touch her dress. She may be hungry, but she’s not going to look like a pig in front of these lowlifes. She has an image to still carry.

“Mmm… This is delicious! Spike, wanna try some?” she offered, still eating.

Spiked looked at her, deadpanned. “Twilight, I’m a mirror.”

She looked over to him for just a quick second, nonchalant. “I know. I’m just humoring you.”

Spike frowned. “Gee, thanks.”

“You're majesty… shall I bring the desert?”

Twilight had already eaten so much when the Captain had asked. Part of her wanted to stop, yet she was tantalized by the idea of treats. So she agreed, and was happy she did for suddenly, a large giant pink cake emerge.

Towering high that it touched the rooftop, this piece of sweet goodness was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was decorated in various colors and patterns, made entirely out of frosting and had six layers of it. It had chocolate truffles that were laced in purple, having at least six on all four sides of the cake, from layer to layer. Its smell was divine, a scent so strong it cut through the atmosphere and engulfed the entire room.

Servants dispensed the plates and began to hand out knives and forks to the other plates. It was when Twilight saw this that something inside began to churn, something dark, something, extreme.

Memories of her childhood came back of how she always had to share with the other kids, and how she hated giving up her sweet things because it was the ‘right’ thing to do. It was always something her parents will tell her, the ones that would never be around, never having the time to see their wonderful daughter grow into a smart woman. What do they know what’s right and wrong? Twilight didn’t even understand why people put those words together in a rivalry to what’s common sense. Who cares what they think? Twilight only knows that there is no right or wrong… There is only action.

And it’s her time to shine.

Suddenly Twilight reacted as the first few knifes gained closer to the cake, her cake. It was off. A sea of anger washed over her, making her leap from her chair and scream to the top of her lungs.

“NO!”

Suddenly the servants stopped, startled. They looked up to her and saw Twilight, her face red and filled with rage. She pointed to the cake, her hands shaking.

“That… is my cake!” She scratched now speaking through gritted teeth, “They… can’t… have it!”

Knowing they couldn’t do anything about it, they withdrew their blades, leaving the delicacy to its perfect form. This was Twilight’s moment, to take what she deserved right now. The temptation ran over her as her mouth watered. She no longer even cared about her dress anymore. This was an exception.

Twilight quickly jumped onto the table and ran for the delicious tower, holding up her cloak and dress to not trip on them. This was it, to finally taste the sweet succulent taste of cake. She didn’t have to take under her parents teachings, they aren’t here. It’s only her and her cake. To make it better, she gets to rebel against their teachings by letting everyone in the room watch her eat this cake in front of them, taking large gushes by hand and stuffing it all in her mouth, expeditiously.

She started laughing, becoming more sinister and sadistic as she destroyed the wonderful masterpiece. She could feel them look in anguish, tearing up in the eye as for why their Queen was doing this to them. What did they do wrong? Did she get mad for something that they did to get this kind of petty treatment?

No, it wasn’t any of those reasons… it was because she could.

“Gee Twilight... What a glutton.” Spike muttered as he watched the display.

As Spike and the others continued to watch Twilight devour the cake, The Door in the lobby glowed, now becoming darker as tiny clicks echoed in the hall...

… It was starting to unlock.