Chapter 1: It’s not weird to love gold... a lot

The hallways were dark in the castle that night, with more than a few of the torches having already burnt out. A guard would eventually make his way to them and replace them with fresh ones, but until then the stony corridors would be pitch black, perfect for a hooded figure to slink through the shadows unseen. The hooded pony moved like a thief in the night, footsteps barely making a sound, never walking in the light as they expertly avoided all the patrols and sentries. It was like they weren’t even there.

The unknown pony turned one final corner and saw their goal: The heavy steel doors of The Treasury. Five strong locks bound the door shut, along with two armed guards. Or well, that was usually the case. At the current moment, both of the guards were asleep. By their feet was a pie tin with the last scraps of a blueberry pie. The hooded pony walked between them, being cautious not to wake them up before pulling out a couple of small pins. They fiddled with each of the locks, opening them up in seconds and carefully taking them off before opening the door and slipping in.

Even in the darkness of the room, the glittering wonderland of gold inside shined brightly. In the large keep were mountains of gold coins, gold bars, gemstones, artifacts, and everything else that was shiny and precious. It was the kingdom’s wealth, the treasures of the crown and it was all just sitting there.

The hooded pony took down her hood, letting her brilliant purple mane free and then let down the rest of her cloak. The old drab fell around her pristine white ankles, and the pony shivered slightly from the sudden cold. After all, that cloak had been her only clothing and now the pony stood there naked before the many piles of treasure. Her heart was pounding heavily, almost violently as she took a quick step towards the gold, then another and finally jumped arms wide into the pile, grabbing two heavy fistful of valuable coins and tossing them up into the air and letting them rain down on her bare body.

“Oh goddess it’s been too long~!” The pony squealed, rubbing her body against the precious metals. “A girl should never have to go this long without indulging herself.”

She rolled around on the bits, playfully burying herself in a mixture of gold, rubies and diamonds. The mare whimpered pleasantly as the cool touch of the coins washed over her body. Even though she had barely started she could feel herself getting close to her climax already. Her eyes darted around the treasure trove, looking for something to push her over the edge. That’s when she spotted the heavy-set fire ruby just within arms reach. The mare grabbed the stone and began to kiss it. Her tongue ran down the circumference, taking in the bitter flavor that she loved so much before hastily sending it down south to her own treasure. The lapped-up ruby grinded softly against her folds, and she finally gave in with a loud coo that echoed throughout the treasury. Satisfied, the pony slouched back into the pile, catching her breath as she relaxed in the mountain of gold.

“Ah~” She sighed, looking at her beautiful reflection in the cum-soaked ruby in her hand. “Too long indeed.”

This was Princess Rarity of the Platinum Family... And she loved treasure on a sexual level.

Rarity knew she was in love with treasure ever since she was a young girl and was given her first gold coin by her father. She remembered being in awe at the shininess of it, the way it sparkled and gleamed in the sun and how even in the dark it still kept its beauty. To this day she still polishes and waxes her first coin daily, keeping it in a lock box in her room.

Of course as she grew older, Rarity would acquire more and more treasure and her feelings towards it would grow as well. What started out as a simple admiration was like a crush by the time she was eight years old, she would spend her days having tea parties with bars of silver and diamonds. By the time she was eleven, she wondered what it would be to be Mrs. Rarity Satchel of Sapphires. When she was fourteen, a rather handsome and exotic amethyst-emerald-like crystal stole her first kiss, and when she was nineteen, she had deflowered herself with a solid gold scepter with pearl rigids within this very treasure hall.

She snuggled up in the hall, smiling as she reminisced about better times. If she could stay here forever she would, never leaving the company of the shiny gold that she loved and that had loved her back. Of course even as she drifted in and out of sleep, Rarity knew she would have to leave before the sun rose, and begrudgingly pulled herself away from the mountains of coins and gems. Even as she walked away, a few bits still clung to her as if begging her to not leave, but she had to. She wiped away a sorrowful tear before dawning her coat and exiting back into the halls. The two guards at the door were still asleep thankfully. The sleeping potion she had used to douse their pie had done its job wonderfully and she had no problems sneaking through the halls and back to her room just as the sun was coming up.

Quiet as a mouse, she slipped into the massive room where she made her way to the giant bed and fell face first into the fluffy mattress. Even she would admit that the embrace of her cloud-soft bed was nicer than a bed of coins (although just barely) and she almost immediately went to sleep.

Of course, this would be short lived, as hardly twenty minutes later there was a loud pounding on her door.

“Sweetheart! Wake up, Rarity!” a warm, inviting voice called from the otherside. However, when one’s had less than half an hour of sleep, even the most pleasant voices sounds like daggers on a chalkboard.

“I’m sleeping, mother!” Rarity growled, trying to bury her head in a pillow. Maybe she would go away.

There was a loud boom as the doors swung open and a small, plump mare with crazy purple hair waddled inside her room. “Now, now by daughter. A princess mustn’t oversleep--good heavens why are you naked?!”

“Hah?” Rarity wondered, not fully understanding what her mother was talking about until she looked down and saw her boobs just hanging around. “GAH!” She screeched, curling up into a ball and covering herself. In all of her fun last night, she had forgotten to put her pajamas back on! The white mare started to turn red. “I--Uh... you see...” she bit her tongue while trying to come up with an excuse. No pony, not even her parents, knew about her weird fetish and she planned to keep it that way. “It... was... hot?”

Her mother raised an eyebrow. “Was it now?” she asked, gauging her daughter’s reaction. She was hiding something, and her mother’s instinct easily unraveled her lies. “Well, young lady, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Y-you can’t?!” Rarity gulped, glancing around her body. Had her mother figured it out? Did she have a coin still stuck to her butt?

“But of course!” Her mother said, beaming all of a sudden. “The prince is a rather dashing stud, isn’t he?”

“Say what now?”

“It’s only natural that you two would want to fool around a little,” the queen giggled to herself a little. “Although you two really couldn’t wait just one more day.”

“One more day?”

“Yes... before your wedding... my you really are tired.”

“Oh, right,” Rarity said with her biggest, fake smile. “The wedding... that’s something that’s happening.”

“Yes, which is why I’m here,” her mother said, walking to her daughter’s wardrobe. “Your father and the groom to be are waiting for you down in the throne room. We need pick out a nice dress for you and get you down there as soon as possible.”

“Yay...” Rarity said with the enthusiasm of a squashed turnip. Even now as she got out of bed to find something to wear she had to choke down her disgust of the whole matter. She was a princess after all, and princesses marry princes, even if a princess’s heart already belonged to a treasure horde and the mere thought of some ‘pony’ defiling her made her want to walk off a cliff. Sure the prince was wealthy but she had such a good thing going with the treasure horde here, and it had taken her two years to find the best route to sneak into the treasury to see her one true love. She’d have to start all over from scratch at this new castle! Possibly years without any conjugal visits to a pile of gold or bits... maybe she would walk off that cliff.

Rarity’s mother pulled two dresses from the massive wardrobe. “Now which one do you think Prince Blueblood will like better? The pink one is cute but the green one just screams spring.”

“Why not black,” Rarity muttered. “Because I feel like I’m going to my own funeral.”

“Oh quit being so dramatic!” Her mother snapped, throwing the pink dress at her. “You’re twenty-six years old! Stop acting like a child!” She took a deep breath, trying her best to calm her nerves. “I understand that you’ve been... reclusive about marriage, but enough is enough! Most girls your age are on their fourth or fifth child and I don’t have a single grandchild to spoil!”

“I know, I know it’s just...” Rarity sighed, racking her brain for a worthwhile excuse. It’s true, she had been putting marriage off for nearly a decade. She had hoped that the legalization of gold marriages would have happened by now but... it wasn’t looking good. “Mother, you know I love you but I just never really saw myself as the marrying type. Besides, you still have Sweetie Belle, I’m sure she’ll flood you with foals to spoil.”

“You don’t care that your seventeen-year old sister is going to be wedded before you?”

“I just said I’m not the marrying type... so no,” Rarity said.

“Well... too bad,” her mother said. “Put on that dress and come down stairs. Your Queen commands it.” With that, the older mare turned in a huff and walked out of the room. “And be quick!

The door slammed behind her and Rarity rolled her eyes as she begrudgingly began to put the pink dress on. “Such a waste of a pretty dress... wasting it on that... ugh!” Just thinking about the groom-to-be was giving her chills, and not the good kind. Even if she wasn’t smitten with gold, this prince her parents were forcing upon her was... just the worst! He was snide, arrogant, and wouldn’t ever shut up about himself. His only redeeming quality was that he was prince of a rather wealthy kingdom, one which probably had a nice, fat treasure room. However, was that really worth it?

When she was finally dressed and her hair combed and styled she looked at herself in the mirror. All things considered she did look rather fabulous, but that was no surprise. Fashion was her second love in life, she loved dresses and doing up her hair in fancy curls... at least marriage couldn’t take that away from her.

Rarity took a deep breath, exhaling all her misery, or at least trying to. It was time to face the music. She left her room and started walking down the halls of the castle... down to the throne room where her family and the jackass were waiting to whisk her away from her beloved. Never again would she sneak through these halls for her secret rendezvous, or spike the guards food with sleeping potions... no, she would be gone... forever... married.

She stopped dead in the hallway.

“I can’t do this!” Rarity cried, turning around and bolting in the opposite direction. “I can’t do this, this is impossible, this is literally impossible! There is no way I can do this!” Down the hallway she ran, retreating to her only place in the castle she felt safe. The princess’s feet took her straight to the treasury. The two guards posted in front were still asleep. She may have overdone it with the sleeping potion this time... hopefully they weren’t asleep forever. Still it made it easy enough to slip past them to be greeted by the mountain of gold and gemstones that she loved.

The mare threw herself on top of the pile, tears beginning to form around her eyes. This was it, wasn’t it? The last time she would ever be able to embrace this sexy heap of treasure. She couldn’t bear the thought of breaking up with all those coins... so many hearts she would break!

“I’m sorry...” she whimpered, her hands slowly twirling around a few thick coins. “I don’t want to do this, but my parents... they, they just don’t understand what I have and that I...” she snuggled her face deeper into the gold. “I want to marry the one that I love. Is that so wrong?”

A few diamonds rolled down the pile, tumbling to the base of the heap, as if even it was crying with her.

Rarity curled up even more into the gold coins. “I want to go away.” She closed her eyes and wished with all her might. “I just wish someone would rescue me.”

As she spoke those words, the whole world seemed to shake around her. Rarity shot up, looking around in terror. Was that an earthquake? Screaming followed the shakes and a loud boom. Were they being attacked?!

“What’s going on?” There were voices from the outside. “Are we being invaded?”

“Worse...” another voice said. “We’re being raided by a--” There was another loud noise. Something was falling apart. “Lock the treasury and come with me, we need to secure the King and his family!”

Lock the treasury... wait. “Huh!?” Rarity gasped. “Wait! Hold on a minute!” she ran to the door, trying to open it. It wouldn’t budge. “Hey! I’m still in here! Help me! I’m a princess and I am in distress!”

A loud growl echoed from what seemed like all around her.

“Oh that can’t be good...” Rarity gulped, hitting the door with all her might. “I have to get out of here!” The roaring sound went off again, this time she could hear it from the other side of the door and growing closer. “Ah...” She turned around, looking for somewhere to hide. “Save me, honey!” She hopped into the largest pile of treasure and burrowed into it like a fox.

The cool embrace of the gold and gemstones offered the princess some comfort in this dire situation. She just had to wait here until all the ruckus calmed down, then she could emerge from the gold, head back to her parents, get married to the... prince... maybe she would just stay here forever.

There was another crash and Rarity curled up tighter in her trove. She couldn’t see, but she was positive that something was in the room now. The mare clasped her mouth shut as loud thuds stormed around her, circling her.

“Please just leave, just leave...” Rarity whispered to herself. The stomping around her suddenly stopped and she waited for something to happen... but it was deathly quiet. Was whoever this was just standing there? She waited and waited but there was nothing... Rarity knew that she shouldn’t take a peek but she couldn’t help it. The mare slowly started to crawl out of the gold to take a tiny peek outside.

What she saw was terrifying. Rarity was watching the countryside zoom along from beneath her from several hundred feet in the air. She was frozen in fear, unable to even scream for her dear life. Her heart was racing at a mile a minute as the turbulence whipped through her hair. The princess tried to scurry back into the treasure trove, and that’s when she saw what was keeping her suspended in the air... massive, scaly, webbed claws. Slowly, she turned her head upwards and was eclipsed by the shadow of a massive beast could block out the sun. It was the only thing that could possibly love gold and treasure more than her...

A dragon. A big, fire breathing dragon.

“Oh good heavens...” Rarity muttered before her eyes fluttered shut and she passed out from the shock.

*****

While the princess was being whisked away by an unknown dragon, things at the castle had slowly began to settle down from all the chaos. The amount of damage that had been done to the castle hadn’t been that bad, except for the east wing where the treasury was. That had been torn apart, and all that was left was rubble and the gold the dragon hadn’t taken.

The guards had done an assessment of the amount taken, and what it would cost to rebuild what had been lost, which was a lot less than they had expected from a dragon attack. It seemed like the beast knew exactly what it wanted. There weren’t even any casualties. In a weird way, this dragon was a pro.

However, even after all the gold was counted and the rubble cleared, they noticed that one very important thing was missing.

“Where is my daughter?!” A large, mustached stallion roared, slamming his fist down on his throne armrest. “Somepony better give me an answer soon or I’m going to start chopping off heads!”

“W-w-we’re still looking, my king!” A very nervous servant trembled. “We’ve just finished up clearing all the rubble and haven’t found any bodies... so that’s good, right?”

The king glared at the poor soul. “My. Daughter. Is. MISSING!” He barked. “My wife is so distraught about all of this that she’s locked herself away and won’t even let me in!” He brushed his face with his hand. “Of all the times for this to happen, why did it have to be now?”

“Well on a positive note...” the servant gulped. “The damages were not as bad as we thought, the gold that was stolen was less than ten percent of the kingdom’s treasure, and no pony was actually hurt. All things considered, this could have gone a lot worse.”

“You really don’t seem to understand... This whole castle could have burnt to the ground for all I care as long as my family was safe!” The king screamed. “You know what? You’ve just lost your head privileges.” He snapped his fingers, summoning two guards. “You two, off with his head.”

“Ah! Wait!” The servant cried. “T-there’s something else! We might have an idea of where she is... but it’s just a theory and I need my head to tell you!”

The king growled to himself. “Fine, hurry up and speak.”

“She... might have been taken by the dragon...”

There was a long silence. The king was frozen on the spot, his brain running through all of the horrible things that could have happened to his beloved first born. He had thought his daughter being crushed was the worst thing that could have happened... but the thought of some terrifying dragon having his little angel in his scaly clutches and doing goddess know what with her... it made him want to puke.

“Find the dragon...”

“My king?”

“FIND THE DRAGON!” The king boomed. “Find it, and bring me back my daughter!”

“Sir, if I may...”

The king turned towards the source of the voice. There, a flashily cladded blonde pony swayed over towards him. The stallion flicked his golden locked, grinning at the king.

“Yes, Prince Blueblood?”

“Allow me to be the one to rescue your daughter,” he said, bowing to him. “She is going to be my future wife and queen after all.”

“Hmm,” The king said. “How noble of you. I like it. Save my daughter and I will be forever in your debt, Prince Blueblood.”
“Consider it done,” he said, unbowing and leaving the throne room, a huge and wicked smile on his face. Once the doors behind him had closed and he was sure he was out of earshot, he began chuckling to himself a little. “Heh, foolish old geezer, like I’d risk my life for anything. This is why we have knights and soldiers, to die for me while their betterens reap the rewards. I wonder just how much gold his daughter’s life is worth, not to mention what I’ll be able to steal after killing that dragon. Hell, he might even give me his other daughter in marriage!”

Blueblood hurried out into the courtyard of the castle where his entourage was waiting for him.

“Gather the troops and wagons,” the prince said. “We’ve have a princess to rescue.”

Author's Note

Frist chapter.
new one next Friday.