Rewrite the Stars

After getting the two powerful beings a soothing cup of coffee and cleaning up the mess the Ursula Major created, Rarity sat down with the girls. Criss crossing in her pearlish white, crystalline chair, she sighed.

“Girls, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been in a rather major funk for the past six months.” Rarity said.

“Oh...we haven’t noticed.” Starlight sarcastically said as she took a comforting sip of her coffee. Out of all of her friends who was supportive with Rarity, Starlight was the least. After what happened with the cruise, she didn’t believe what happened with Bouncer and his goons really went down. There were too many things that didn’t add up.

One main thing was the fact that Rarity was in that boiler room along with the others. And the way she acted prior to it, Starlight knew something happened but she just needed facts. She couldn’t go back in time to find out due to the fact that Twilight burnt that time-traveling page years ago when she attempted to go back in time to fix one horrible date.

And like the good magical powers the universe held upon them, the page burnt up into ash.

“We’ve noticed,” Twilight elbowed Starlight before looking at the white unicorn.

“Well, in truth…” Rarity sighed as she grasped the cup. “I lost my desire and I need a way to get it all back.”

“Desire comes out naturally. You just need a new muse.” Starlight said as she sipped her drink. “You want like a magical fix?”

“Just a temporary solution, yes.” Rarity smiled when Starlight suggested that. “Just until-”

“I was being sarcastic..” Starlight grunted.

Twilight shook her head at Starlight sighing. “Rarity, we’ll help you. It’s just temporary. I just happen to know a spell.”

“Fall Out’s Desire? That spell?” Starlight looked at Twilight. “But that spell is complex and it works differently to each pony.”

“What’s that?” Rarity asked, intrigued to hear that there was such thing as a desire spell.

Twilight used her magic, her longhorn glowed pink before a scroll poofed right in front of them. “Eons ago, an earth pony by the name Fall Out-”

“Earth pony? I thought only unicorns and alicorns can create spells and potions.” Rarity raised a brow at that.

“Chancellor Puddinghead was an earth pony but he made one delicious magical pudding. Remember that one Hearth’s Warming years ago?” Twilight giggled in memory. “Anywho, Fall Out was an artist, his workings of painting and sculptures are known throughout the world in days when the three pony tribes were just that, three. While working on his work, something happened and he ended up losing his desire to work just like you did.”

“So after risking his flank of going over to Princess Platinum's kingdom to ask one of the wisest ponies in the land to help him and failing, Fall Out took matters to his hands and made his own spell.” Starlight helped explained. “Though, that pony had no reason to mess with things he’s never meant to.”

Twilight giggled at that. “He got spell and potion confused. Though because of his intentions, he was the first earth pony who tried to perform magic.”

Rarity sat there, taking a tiny sip of her cup as she listened. “Does this spell - I uh mean, potion work?” She asked them.

Twilight and Starlight looked at each other on that. “Somewhat…” both of them said in unison.

The three ponies were then teleported to the kitchen. Rarity was plopped in a chair, nearly spilling her coffee. The other girls began working on the potion, taking a medium black cauldron and began throwing in ingredients. They threw in chopped up roots, spices, water, a lock of hair from one of the girls. The pot started boiling without being on any heat or flame. Starlight and Twilight looked back at the scroll they were using to double check if they were doing everything correct.

Rarity arched her neck up to try and see what the girls were doing, though due to Twilight’s wings, her view was blocked. “Um, when you two say it somewhat worked, what do you mean by that?”

“Well,” said Twilight as she began stirring with a huge wooden spell, “since the potion was created by an earth pony and not a unicorn or alicorn, it has some...ill side effects if it’s taken in a large amount. Too much desire of one thing, well...things go intense.” Twilight giggled.

“Speaking from experience, Twilight,” Starlight snorted, causing Twilight to shook her head with a laugh. “Let’s just say, you seriously need to take this in small doses.”

“Well? How small of a dose do I need to take?” Rarity asked.

Just as Rarity asked, Twilight looks around before turning to her and asked for a thumple from her. Rarity blinked at that respond before digging into her purse and pulling out her mini sewing kit, opening it up before she grabbed the thumple and handed it to Twilight.

“Thanks,” Twilight said before she took the thumple and scooped the potion in it, filling it up to the brim. This toxic green potion bubbled in the tiny cap, the smell was so atrocious it nearly sent Rarity into a gagging frenzy. “It has better taste than the smell and looks proceeds.” Twilight said as she handed the thumple to Rarity.

Rarity hesitantly held the potion in her hand, she looked to Twilight for if she should drink it.

“Go on, it’s harmless.” Twilight egged on.

Rarity looked at the two ponies before sighing, tipping her head back and drank the potion as if it was a shot of cider. Rarity made a disgusting face. “Oh dear, that’s awful!”

“Give it a second.” Starlight said as she took the rest that was in the cauldron out of the kitchen.

“What do you mean-” Rarity said before this explosion erupted within her body, within her very brain and soul itself. Her desire, her passion was given an exponential boost. “Gimme a pen and paper, gimme one now!” She demanded.

So many ideas, so many designs were running through her head. So many dresses and clothes, combination of all of it was taking her breath away. Twilight had then gotten her the paper and pen, Rarity began drawing.

Dresses upon dresses she designed, all of them stunningly, some of her best work she had made in years were drawn on the paper. “This potion was marvelous! I am having ideas, desires I haven’t felt in a long time!”

Twilight nodded. “The potion does that.”

Rarity looked up after she created a whole ensemble of her medieval theme for the show on the sheets of paper. “Oh, I am back!” She said triumphant.

By then, Starlight came back with the pot, which was now smoking. “Got rid of it.”

Twilight nodded a thanks to her former student before Rarity let out her infamous “WHAT?!”

“Yeah, that thumple is all you need.” Starlight said, watching the unicorn.

“W-why?” Rarity asked them. “Why would you waste the potion?” Rarity asked them both.

Twilight sighed. “Trust us, Rares, getting rid of the rest of the potion is a good thing. There have been ponies who took the potion get addicted to it and things just go bad. Best to take that tiny bit and go on with it.”

Starlight grunted in response before the two girls left, leaving Rarity with her new drawing.

Filled with excitement, Rarity grabbed all of her drawings and took off running out of the castle so she could get started. She had a lot of work to do.

After Spike had his long bath within the spring, he told Zecora thanks for letting him use it and collected his clothes and strolled on out of the forest. Feeling full and satisfied from the hunt. He just hoped that AJ wasn’t too fond of that sheep.

Spike had his phone out during his walk, checking to make sure he hadn’t missed any messages while he was on his hunt: So far, he had a text alert from Pinkie Pie telling him that there was a new flavor of sweets over in Sugar Cube Corners - everypony has text alerts from there, a message from Cadence asking him to bring back her books - he kept forgetting to bring them back after he started dating Rachel.

And speaking of which texted him saying to call her.

With a hum, he speed dialed her number, waited for a moment before Rachel answered.

“Oh, hey big guy!” Rachel greeted breathlessly. “You got my text.”

“Yeah I did,” Spike smiled by the sound of her voice calling him in his ear. “I’ve been thinking about you, I can’t wait for you to be here.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Rachel strained, from what it sounded like to him, she was moving shit around.

“Whatcha doing?” Spike asked curiously as he stumbled along a fallen tree and sat down on the log so he could talk to her more.

“Trying and failing to remove these damned bars, the fucking slut bugs installed a window and locked me in my OLD ROOM!!!” That last bit wasn’t at his ear but she was loud. He could hear more voices from the other side.

“That’s right, Rachel!” It was one of the twins. “Admit that this is your room and forget about moving out!”

“Fuck you Rube, guys, let me the fuck out!” Rachel snapped.

Spike mentioned this before and he’s not afraid to admit it - Rachel has a dragoness lurking underneath that skin of hers.

“So...they turned your room into a cage?” Spike asked, though he was very concern of Rachel.

“Yes! Since they learned that I was moving out, they installed bars and replaced the door with reinforced steel that i can’t break through!” Rachel snarled. “What they don’t know is that I got a freaking chain saw and I will cut a damn hole right underneath floor and escape from Pon-E!”

“YOU WHAT?!” the twins shouted in unison. Then there was an audible sound of a chain saw running in the background.

“Don’t think I won’t do it!” Rachel growled. “Let me out or you guys are paying for the repairs!”

“But that will take months to fund the roof/floor repairs!” From what it sounded like it was Gemcity who whined.

“You wouldn’t, bitch.” Ruby challenged Rachel.

Next thing Spike heard was the sound of wood being cut. All Spike was doing was sitting on his log and listened to everything. “My girlfriend is more insane than Pinkie.” Spike muttered.

“THAT I AM!!” Which Rachel heard and replied with a maniacal laugh.

“Shit, shit shit!” Ruby shouted. “Gem, where’s the key??”

“I don’t know! I thought you had it! Rach, don’t ruin Pon-E!!” Gem replied with a cry. Then they were gone and the chainsaw noise was gone. Leaving Rachel laughing out loud.

“And that, my fine sexy dragon, is one way to potentially mind screw your way to get out of a locked room!” Rachel laughed.

Spike laughed at that. “You used Pinkie’s Soundboard?”

“Fuck yeah! Best gift I ever received from her was that!” Spike could hear her grinning from ear to ear.

Spike shook his head. “So anyway, I got everything ready for you to come. Are you ready?”

“Yeah i am, I should be on the train tomorrow or so. I just need to pick which of my dolls to take with me.” Rachel said, the sound of movement and easily heard from her side.

Spike grimace at that. Rachel and her creepy doll collection, Spike didn’t judge her to have that hobby, he has his, but those dolls creep him the fuck out. Especially after what happened last time he was over at the apartment.

“I hear that scowl from here.” Rachel called him out.

“Sorry, how about you take all of the dolls...but leave the two red heads and the nun one.” Spike bargoned.

“The red heads I get since the twins used them to scare you, but my nun? She’s my favorite!” Rachel whined. “She was my first creepy doll I gotten.”

“Babe, do you remember the last I came over?” Spike asked her. “That doll moved on my back.”

“Babe, that’s insane, the only way the doll would’ve move is with magic.” Rachel explained.

Spike squeezed the bridge of his snout and grumbled. “Rachel, that doll ended up on top of me while I was inside of you.” He said.

That memory will always and forever burn into his head. The two were rolling around on Rachel’s bed, having her laying on her stomach with her hips up in the air while Spike was indulging himself before slipping inside her. Just when he really got into pounding her, the nun doll ended up on his shoulder. Beforehand, Rachel had put all of her creepy dolls in her closet in a box on the other side of the bedroom cause she knew some of them made him uncomfortable and the twins were busy that freaking night.

That nun doll somehow ended up crawling on Spike shoulders. Total fucking turn off! Spike ended up screaming, pulling out of Rachel and ran into a wall.

Rachel sighed. “Okay, okay, the nun and red heads are gone. The rest stays with me.”

“You can put them on a shelf...with their faces turned to the wall.”

It’s strange that they had this conversation multiple of times before and it just became an thing.

“Okay, I’m going to finish packing, pick me up at the train station around three tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there. Love you.” Spike smiled.

“I love you too. Forever and a day?”

“Always.” Spike finished. It was just a little cute saying Rachel came up with. It was actually a saying her mother used to call her. It just stuck when she said it to him. He liked it.

After Rachel blew him a kiss through the phone, the two hung up.

****

Beyond the darkened seas, a looming cliff island offsetted the blackened skies. A posh chateau lay on top of the cliff, surrounded by tall trees, a number of guards that could count as a small army. With tall, enchanted iron gates that surrounded the home, roses growing along the iron and thorns intertwining the gaps. The road leading up to it was riddled with cobblestone. The large home filled with lavished gifts, necessary things for a wealthy pony.

Or at this case, a young prince.

Blueblood and Neighsay appeared on the courtyard after one nasty trip with the teleportation spell due to the prince. Causing them both to tumble upon landing, Victor had servants who were waiting for him to appear, having him a cushy landing while Neighsay landed in the fountain with it’s statue looking like the prince himself.

Neighsay spat the water from his mouth as he stood up, his cloak soaked to his pastry bones. He snarled and glared at the prince. “For a prince, your magic is terrible!” he called him out.

“It’s been awhile since I used my magic,” The prince said, fixing his hair as his servants fixed his suit, making sure he was spick and span, perfect to his liking. “It is exhausting, I’ll have to practice more.”

Neighsay grumbled a curse under his breath as he jumped out of the fountain. His horn glowed crimson and his clothes flashed, drying out instantly before looking around at the home. “Where are we anyway?” He asked him.

“My private getaway. Auntie Tia doesn’t know that I have it.” Blueblood said with a smile. “I do apologize for the...rough travel. Could I indulge you in some wine?”

“No thank you,” Neighsay snarled at him. “You told me we were going to talk, not lollying around in your private resort.”

“Patients, dear Chancoller.” Blueblood said before heading towards the laverish maple wooden doors. “Follow me if you will please.”

Neighsay grumbled under his breath before following the prince inside.

Inside the chateau, they first came to a large grand opening, the flooring was covered in a pure red marbling that casted a shine, the walls were ivory and gold trimmings, pillars that stood high with a large crystal chandelier hanging over head. Up the grand stairwell, walking on the gorgeous white carpet, off they went to the left towards the west wing.

As Neighsay followed the prince, the chancoller couldn’t help but look at the guards as he walked. Their armors were red and white with sharp features, the prince’s cutiemark painted in the same color scheme lay on their chests. Their faces were concealed within the helmets so he couldn’t see their identities...or if they were even ponies due to the fact that a few of them were taller than the average pony.

When they walked past an open room, a young yellow and blue unicorn mare dressed in a flowing blue chiffon dress that was practically see through comes running out. “My prince!” She squealed in joy when seeing Blueblood. She ran towards him, pushing the chancoller out of the way before wrapping her arms around the prince and hugged him.

As soon as she did that, three more unicorn mares, all of them dressed similar than the first mare, with the colors of fuchsia, white and black, cheered in excitement as they ran over to Blueblood and graveled underneath his hooves.

“We missed you so so much, my love!” the first mare cooed, pressing her large peaked breasts up against the stallion, giving him a deep kiss.

“Gone for a whole day! Where have you been?” The mare in the black dress asked him, hugging his waist. She had a midnight blue coat with silver eyes, hair flowing black. Though her bust size wasn’t as big as the first one, she did have a nice looking ass to make up for it.

Blueblood rumbled a laugh as he held his harem of mares, trying to pull away. “Ladies, I had business to tend to.”

The mare in the fuchsia dress - a lilac and peach colored mare with a gradient mane that went from pink to a sunset orange, tugged his left arm, sandwiching them between her breasts, them being the biggest out of the three. “We had to entertain ourselves without you, it’s not fun without you.”

“Play with us!” the white dress mare - her coat was white as snow and along with her mane and tail, her eyes were so brightly blue it was considered unnatural, she used her fingers to idly trace around his crotch. “Play time?”

Blueblood laughed as his harem was trying to have him undressed just as he came home. “As much as I want to do that, my pets, daddy is very busy.”

“AW!” The four pouted when he said that.

“Why don’t you four warm up a bath, I’ll join you soon enough. I promise.” Blueblood said, his voice had a low, sadist feel to it. In his eyes, Neighsay saw that the young prince had total control over the females. “I’ll be up soon,”

“Okay,” the four said, pouting over the fact that they weren’t going to have playtime then. They gathered themselves up and retreated back to their rooms.

Neighsay watched them leave before turning back to the prince who was fixing his clothes once more.

“What?” The prince asked. “If you want them, all you have to do is ask.”

Neighsay shook his head. “I have no interest of defoiling your whores, Victor.”

“Those words are very uncalled for.” Blueblood growled at him. “I have given you an invitation to my home and you have the audacity of insulting my pets.”

Neighsay just stared at him. Unamused to his brash behavior.

Blueblood rolled his eyes at him before becking him to continuing the unicorn to follow him with the hook of his finger before walking off.

The chancellor scuffed before following the young prince to his study with two armed guards blocking the door. The two guards stepped away as their prince walked through the door, when Neighsay tried to enter, the guards quickly took their swords out and blocked his way in.

“At ease, boys. He’s with me.” Blueblood said quickly.

The guards stared down at the male before them before they stepped aside, sheathing their swords.

Maybe this brat has more than what he’s leading on with the guards. The harem, servants and this home I could understand, but all of this? No fool would even think of trying assassinate Victor ‘cause he’s pretty much useless. So why the guards? Neighsay thought as he went in.

“Close the door, will you old man?” Blueblood asked as Neighsay entered the study. The walls were made by a strange stone that didn’t set the chancoller right. The stone was painted in a rich brown, the flooring and shelves were made from the same material as the walls. No windows to the outside world. A rather large wooden desk separated the chancoller and Blueblood.The prince stood next to a cabinet filled with exquisite liquor the young unicorn had to offer, filling himself a glass of what he had to offer.

Neighsay made an attempt to use his magic to shut the door.

To only come to find out that his magic wasn’t working, leaving the prince into a chuckling fit.

“This room is made of a special anti-magic stone called the Leviathan. Very straightforward, it will cancel any source of magic out, leaving one very...defenseless to any Equestrian magic.” Blueblood explained. “Something that King Sombra used during his time.”

“And you use it to make a room.” Neighsay grunted, though he was impressed that the spoiled brat knows that much. The old stallion shuts the door with his hand before walking over to the chair.

“A place of sanction,” the prince says as he took a sip of his glass, “when I choose to be alone and not to be bothered by anyone, I will come here to think-”

“Thinking is never your strong suit…” Neighsay grumbled under his breath before taking a seat.

Blueblood grunted at that. “Remind me why I brought you here again?”

“You have a proposition? About the cause?”

“Right.”

Arrogant bastard, Neighsay thought about him.

Blueblood cleared his throat before he began. “Since the very beginning, I was against the humans coming to Equestria from their cruel, nasty world. I suggested first hand that we should find a way to close that portal down, but I was out voted.”

“Gee, I wonder why?”

Blueblood ignored that comment and continued. “Many years later, I had no choice but to sit back and watch our lands be destroyed by the humans, seeing many of our kind getting hurt or worst killed by the very beings we allowed to cross over.”

“That is what I was trying to tell your aunts, but none would listen. It’s only going to go downhill from then on out.” Neighsay grunted.

“So, here is my proposition, we find a way to have the princesses to send every human back to their world in a state of emergency.”

Neighsay couldn’t help but laugh out loud. By the sound of the rolling rumble coming from the elder unicorn that it’s been a long while since he laughed at something like this.

Blueblood nonchalantly drank his liquor as his associate was going through this fit, waiting for it to pass before he saw the look at the prince’s face.

“Oh...you’re serious?”” Neighsay sat up. “The princesses would never send them back, it’s part of the treaty.”

“A treaty that is so flawed, so faulty, created only by idiots.” Blueblood committed. “All we have to do is rally up the public, showing them the human’s true nature to everyone. Every pony would join in.” The prince then went to his desk, digging out a key out of his jacket pocket before inserting it and pulled out a drawer. He grabbed a large folder before setting it out on the table in front of the chancoller. “Since humans gave us some of their tools, we’ll use it against them.”

Neighsay eyed at the folder before looking up at the prince. “If you already have this planned out, why do you want me?”

“Oddly enough, you still have contacts I do not have. With the right figures on our side, ponies in all corners of Equestria would want the humans out as much as we do.” Blueblood sat the glass down and leaned against the desk, his hands bracing on top of the wood. “You and I would be saviors, you will get what you want.”

“And what do you want out of this?” Neighsay asked with raised brows. “If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, then a lot of creatures will get hurt. It’ll be treason against the hierarchy.”

Blueblood waved a hand at that. “You let me worry about that, my reasons are but my own. I have the resources, you have the means, we should work together.” He then extended a hand out to the elder pony. “What say you?”

Neighsay stared at Blueblood, looking at that folder on the desk before turning back towards him once more. He never seen Blueblood act like this...commandeering, assertive, nothing like what he used to see in the spoiled brat. He assesses the offer again in his mind. If he were to do this, join forces with the prince, this will not go down well. If they were caught, they would be persecuted.

What did he have to lose? Nothing. He already lost everything from the princesses.

Neighsay stood up and grasp the prince’s hand and shook it.

Blueblood grinned at that. “Welcome to the White Mantle, Chancoller.”