Stress Relief: Queen Twilight Sparkle

A new morning meant a new day in Twilight’s world. Normally for her, she would moan, knowing she’d have to return to school and worse, deal with the student's there. All of them, especially the worst of the worst: the popular kids. But here, she could be the popular one. Here, she was the diva. She was the girl all the boys swoon towards… This gave her an idea.

“Spike, stay sharp. I’m going into my closet. We’re gonna have some fun.”

Twilight ran into the closet. Spike could only wonder what she was going to do this morning, especially after the cake incident.

“Uh, Twilight?” Spike asked, getting nervous.

“Spike my friend, It’s time I embrace my inner diva…”

“Uh oh.”

“... This morning, I show off!”

Twilight never did feel like she had to do this sort of thing, getting to pick out her style of clothing that explained who she was. She just mostly wore a lab coat and the regulars of school uniform clothing. But until recently, she couldn’t get enough of how she looked by appearance. Her first two dresses were immaculate, broad, cunning, and sexy. She felt sexy. She wanted more of this, and what other way to keep her game up than to experiment?

She bursted out of the door and started it off with a bang, coming out with a purple cloak that donned her whole figure, blocking everything inside. Even the hood was snug nicely over her head, covering a bit of her face in the shadows.

Spike looked at her, confused. “... That’s showing off how?”

“Hush Spike… Now just sit back and watch.”

“Oy.”

Immediately, she opened the cloak with the flick of her wrist, letting it glide in the air behind her back, revealing a beautiful two piece that hugged her body. The top was see through, giving anyone the opportunity to see her beautiful purple skin, only to be stopped when they get further down to her placed fitted cups of the same color. It was cut at the mid of her abdomen, showing a good portion of her belly.

Then came the skirt. Same color and same type of design, only that it gets darker closer to her waist. The lace peplums moved freely as they moved with Twilights hips. At the waist was an elastic waistband, scrunched together to fit perfectly to the design of the top.

Twilight pulled the cloak off slowly with both hands in her hair, her arms supporting as she brought it down to the scruff of her neck. Her eyes were half shut, feeling the smooth polyester make her lose her grip for a moment, like taking a hot shower. She was feeling every bit, smirking along the way. Afterwards, she flipped her hair to make the dress hers in a personal stance.

Spike just looked confused. “Again, I don’t really see the point of this.”

“The point is for me to enjoy this little feeling I'm having in my spirit.”

“If you say so… Your spirit does seem to like cloaks and floaty dresses.”

“That’s because my spirit knows what’s of good taste.” Twilight said, flipping her hair once more like a whip.

Spike sighed. “You really are turning into a diva, aren’t you?”

“Oh, shush. You love me.” She giggled before running back inside the closet, Spike awaiting for the torment of fashion judgment.

Few moments later, she walked out with grace as she stepped inside the room once more, wearing a one piece dress. It was quite simple with the same dark purple color, polyester and cotton stitched betwixt each other to make one fascinating piece. It came with a belt, a silver belt with many holes, donning a small ruby in the middle of it. It also came with a small head wrapped tiara and an amulet of the same color. The sleeves were a brighter shade of the primary, hanging somewhat loosely under the cape it wore. Even while it was simple, Twilight looked fascinating.

She viewed it in the mirror, having an observant eye for detail. “This seems like something a peasant would wear now that I see it. Why is this in my closet?”

“I don’t know. Maybe ask the thing that made your world?” Spike muttered.

Twilight laughed sarcastically. “Very funny.” She fixed up the dress a bit, wiping down the front to make it look better in her eyes. Unfortunately, it didn’t work for her, making her annoyed.

“Maybe it’s the world trying to tell you, that you once were, in your words… a peasant.”

Still looking in the mirror, she let her pride take over. “Well, even as a peasant, I’ll still look regal. Not even the kind would let all this go astray” she whipped her hair once more, starting to like the feeling.

“Well then, if you wanna go full on, find an outfit that just screams I’m an Evil Queen, obey me or die. Or something like that. I’m sure there's something in that slowly demented head of yours, Twi. Embrace the dark side.”

Twilight looked back at spike before going to the closet again. “Maybe I shall. Let the dark force pick next one. Hope it’s a good one.” She walked back in and closed the door. Now it was the time for her to really search for the best dress. The one that’ll say she comes with beauty and grace, but behind it leaving a trail of horror. Something that just labels her as death’s child walking alive to torment, helping her father with his job.

She searched quite frantically, looking through dress after dress for that special one. But she couldn’t find it. She didn’t understand why none of these were able to give a chill when she touched their hangers, or even looking at them. They just weren’t perfect.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked around. She was searching too hard. Dresses littered the floor and hangars lay bare on the posts. But something was still telling her it was here, she just had to search within herself.

She sighed and closed her eyes, thinking of all sorts of things. How she was yesterday as queen. She really invested in herself, only doing things that benefited her. She didn’t care for others. She’d rather kill than fill demands. It all came back to her. The villages she had blundered and laid waste, not even remembering the names of the lost. The children that died under her reign, for her to gain more power in anyway and at any cost. She didn’t care for her subjects, sending most of them to prison for the most frivolous reasons… she still didn’t care.

Oh how she loved telling off those two girls who wanted to test her. It felt so... wonderful. She still regret not taking them for execution for even coming to her with such a question. And all those people that were left famished in at dinner, that was her favorite. Seeing them lick their lips to have a taste of the most delicious food, fit for queen. She loved their suffering, watching them fall either to the floor or by their souls. And when she jumped for that delicious cake… Oh how she felt aroused as none of them had a single bite.

But in betwixt her memories was a piece that always came up to face her, as if it was in her face the whole time, not realizing until now. It was making her shake in arousal looking at it. As she got closer… she got scared. She wanted to move back, but it was pulling her in, like the devil playing his tricks. She wasn’t sure about it, but it looked breathtaking. It could rip the soul right out of anyone who even looked at it and… it was starting to take hers.

When she touched it, she gasped and opened her eyes. Her hand was on the most beautiful dress she’s ever seen. And she made it her mission to wear it now and for the rest of her reign.

Before Spike almost dozed off, Twilight barged through with audacity. He looked at her and surprisingly gawked at what she was wearing.

“Holy moly!”

Black was what he could see with hints of purple just about everywhere you wouldn’t expect. A small black skirt hugged her, having purple outlines at the bottom where her firm thighs lay bare. Behind her legs was the rest of the skirt draped down, purple contrasting with the black vise versa of the front. A small black top complimented the piece, having a thick cut V line purple design that was lace instead of cotton. The sleeves where short, almost close to her shoulders as they pushed up and fluffed out. She donned a pair of boots of the same color with a round toe cap, the outer sole dipped in purple. It had ten thick buckles, keeping it together. Finally, it donned a fantastic cape that pierced the whole dress together, offering a hood for accessory.

Twilight took a moment to look at herself, her eyes starting to glow red. She felt something wash over her, memories. Not ones of recent, but more far and more detailed. She felt its power course through her like a song touching one’s heart, to reach their most sensitive selves and give a critical blow… and it’s like she felt this before.

“T-T-Twilight... is… is that you?” Spike asked, his voice shaking.

Getting knocked out of her thoughts, she blinked and looked back at Spike. “Huh? Uh, yeah… How do I look?”

“E-Evil actually… sexy, but... evil.”

“It feels…” Twilight slowly cracked a smile. “So good.” Twilight slowly laughed, getting louder and louder as it was growing more maniacal and sinister.

Spike shuttered as he watched this horrid display. In his systems, he knew she was ready. She had completely given into her darkness, and the girl who was now Twilight Sparkle had left this world, replaced entirely by an Evil Queen; a monster; a being of pure malevolence. He could only hope when she entered the door would all go well...