“I still don’t understand why WE have to do the shopping,” Spike whined as he and Twilight exited the grocery store.

“Celestia was kind enough to let us stay at the library. You especially, Spike,” Twilight explained to her brother. “The least we can do is help out every now and then. Grocery shopping is not that big a deal.”

It had been a week since the siblings had moved to the bustling city. There hadn’t been any major activity from Trixie or her mysterious mistress, though reports of missing people started to crop up. On the upside, the beds that Twilight and Spike had ordered arrived, much to the librarian’s absolute glee. No longer did she have to sleep on a lumpy pile of pillows and blankets.

“Okay, when you put it that way, it does make sense,” he agreed. “But, why am I the ‘pack mule’?” Spike indicated the dozen or so bags he was carrying.

Twilight gave him a sheepish smirk and her gem lit up. A magenta glow surrounded the bags and half of them levitated in the air. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Alright, we just need to stop at this organic store. Raven wants us to pick up a few things there.”

“Ugh, organic,” Spike groaned. “That’s just a fancy way of saying the food’s bland or gross.”

“Don’t be a baby,” the librarian rolled her eyes. “Mom told you to eat properly. That means fruits, veggies, and organic food.”

“Phbt, I’m an adult. I can do what I want,” the young man mumbled.

Some ways away, Twilight and Spike heard the panicked cries of several people.

“NO! NO! STOP! HEEELP!!”

“WHAT ARE YOU BIG-BREASTED-BIMBOS DOING?!”

“SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE!!!”

Twilight and Spike looked at each other and dashed towards the screaming. They stopped at the crowd that had gathered and let out a gasp. Nearly twenty people had been transformed into the minions Trixie had commanded last week. The most outrageous thing were the two women in the center who were apparently the cause. Both wore matching outfits: a too-small maroon blazer that couldn’t even close over their large breasts; a purple pleated skirt that hardly made an effort to cover their crotches let alone their plump backsides; a pair of black stilettos; and finally, a choker with a small crystal heart sewn into it.

“YEAH! ZAP! ZAP! COME ON GINGER!! LET’S BIMBOFY EVERYONE HERE!!!” One of the women shouted. She had long curly crimson hair done up in a ponytail. Large lime green eyes, a small nose, and a round face. A pair of square purple glasses perched on her nose. She had a light green marquise-cut gem set in her forehead. She was the bustier of the two and proudly showed off her pink and yellow bra. The woman bounced around energetically, zapping people with her magic.

“Tch, they’re not ‘bimbos’, Alizarin Bubblegum. They’re ‘sex-slaves’. That’s what Love Bunny told us.” The other woman, Ginger Owlseye, answered in a bored tone. She had waist length fuchsia hair with blunt bangs. Narrow teal eyes, a straight nose, and a pointed chin. The woman was bottom heavy which showed off her blue and grey thong. Her assets, however, did little to hinder her movements as she backflipped through the crowd, changing people.

“Whatevs! Just keeps turning people! Love Bunny wants as many ‘sex-slaves’ as possible!” Alizarin shouted to her companion.

“Not good,” Spike murmured to Twilight. “I think a certain masked-hero needs to make an entrance.”

“I can’t transform here,” she hissed. “There are…witnesses.”

“Well, duh. I mean, find someplace secluded and then transform.”

“Get looking, then.”

The two backed away from the crowd and surveyed the area. Spike spotted a narrow alley way and motioned to Twilight. She nodded and they sprinted for the enclosed area.

“Okay, hold the bags and make sure no one sees me,” Twilight breathed as she dumped the groceries onto Spike.

“I know, I know,” he said turning around. “Alright, you’re good. Whenever you’re ready.”

Twilight took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She did as Celestia had instructed her earlier and envisioned herself being wrapped in a blanket. A fuchsia light swirled around the woman and completely enveloped her. The light dissipated and the Masked Matter-Horn appeared.

“Alright, let’s do this!” she exclaimed, strutting forward. Large tits bouncing and wide hips swaying with every movement. “Never going to get used to this.”

“STEP RIGHT UP! STEP RIGHT UP!” Alizarin shouted. “WE’VE GOT A REAL DEAL ON OUR HANDS HERE! BIMBOFY TWO PEOPLE, GET THE THIRD ONE FREE!!!” she zapped several more people into bimbos.

Ginger merely rolled her eyes and continued running around slapping people.

“STOP RIGHT THERE, EVILDOERS!!!” a woman’s voice called out.

Alizarin and Ginger halted what they were doing and scanned the area. “There!” the blue-haired woman pointed to the top of a building. The transformed Twilight stood on the rooftop doing her best to strike a heroic pose.

“YOUR VILLAINY HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH!” she recited the words Spike told her. “IN THE NAME OF LOVE AND BEAUTY, I SHALL BRING YOU TO JUSTICE!!!”

The well-endowed super heroine leapt off the building and landed in the center of the crowd. She stumbled a bit but quickly gained her bearings.

“PHHHT! HAHAHA!! With that sorry display? You’re not fit to stop a middle schooler!” the red-haired woman chided.

“Where’s you’re ‘humdrum’ sidekick?” Ginger asked. “That would really complete the ensemble.”

“God dammit!” Spike shouted from a distance.

Matter-Horn gritted her teeth and glared at the two women before her. Deciding to not waste any time, the indigo-haired woman shot a blast of magic at Alizarin, who responded in kind.

“OHO! Going for the big guns, right away?” she taunted keeping up the beam struggle. “However, it won’t be that easy!”

The costumed heroine noticed something from the corner of her eye and barely had enough time to react. She released her magic blast and jumped out of the way just before Ginger came flying down with a heel drop.

“You have to deal with both of us,” she said brushing her hair aside. “And, unlike Trixie, we don’t fuck around.”

“Dammit!” Matter-Horn grumbled. She looked form side to side as the two women closed in on her. Lemon Zest’s gem glowed and Sugarcoat cracked her knuckles.

“Come on little girl, what’s it gonna be?” Alizarin taunted.

Matter-Horn felt herself being backed into a corner. She was far from experienced in combat, and outnumbered. The two bimbos marched towards her and their entourage closed the circle around them. Panicking, the super heroine charged her gem and teleported.

“What the?” Alizarin and Ginger look around trying to find the woman.

“Hey!” a woman cried.

Alizarin turned in time to see Matter-Horn fire off a blast of magic. The red-haired bimbo took the shot to the chest and was flung back. She tumbled a bit before regaining her footing. “Ginger! A little help!” she bellowed.

“I wanted to see it played out.”

“Just grab that bitch!”

“Whatever,” the purple-haired woman shrugged and charged Matter-Horn.

“Uh-oh.”

The indigo-haired woman turned and ran from her attacker. Ginger quickly caught up and cut her off. She bespectacled woman slammed her fist into Matter-Horn’s face.

“OW! That hurt!” she cried rubbing her jaw.

“It’s called a punch,” Ginger said wryly. “Wanna try a ‘kick’ next?” she reared back ready to attack.

“I’d rather not?”

“How cute,” Alizarin teased from behind her. “She thinks we won’t kick her fat ass.”

“Hilarious,” Ginger added.

“End of the line, sweetheart. Ain’t got nowhere to run. Unless you want to flee like a coward?” Alizarin began laughing maniacally as she charged her gem. “Heheheh. HA HA HA! HA HA H-OW! What the fuck?!” the woman recoiled as something flew through the air and smacked her on the side of the head. She looked down to see a can of soup roll by. “WHO’S THROWING SOUP?!”

Taking the opportunity, Matter-Horn teleported behind Alizarin again and blasted her into Ginger. She then used her magic to bind the two women together. “There, that should take care of you.” She said wiping blood from her mouth.

“DAMMIT!!” Alizarin hollered as she squirmed back and forth.

“It’s no use struggling. That’s a high-level binding spell,” Matter-Horn informed them. “Only a master can escape that.”

“Ginger, now!”

“Okay, then,” the purple-haired woman said unenthusiastically.

Without warning, the two women began to make out with each other. Their tongues rolled over one another as they got into it. The whole time, a green and purple aura started swirling about them.

“Hey! Why are you doing that?” the super heroine questioned them. “Do you think this is the right time?”

Ginger managed to work her hands to Alizarin’s backside and squeezed it. The two women began moaning. The aura glowed brighter.

“Whatever it is you’re doing, stop!”

At that moment, Alizarin reared back her head and let out a cry. There was a bright flash of yellow and Matter-Horn covered her eyes. When she opened them, the two bimbos were free of their bindings. Perplexed by the situation, the woman simply stood there dumbstruck.

Alizarin stood up and gave the indigo-haired woman a nasty look. She jabbed a finger at her as if she was about to say something, then reached her hand into her cleavage. “You know what? Fuck this! We got what we came here for! Ginger, we’re leaving!” the red-haired woman pulled out her hand to reveal a medallion of some sort.

“Tch, whatever,” she said.

The red-haired bimbo held up the medallion and it started to glow. After a few moments the two woman and everyone who had been turned were gone. Matter-Horn stood in the middle of the street, mouth agape. “What? They’re all gone?” she heard sirens and quickly teleported away.

Twilight stepped up behind Spike and tapped him in the shoulder. “Hey, it’s just me.”

“Geez, Twi, don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry, let’s get out of here before the police show up.”

“Good idea,” Spike handed some of the grocery bags to Twilight and they headed for the library.

“Thanks for the save.”

“No problem. What are ‘sidekicks’ for?” He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following them. “So, how did they make all those people disappear? That’s a pretty big spell.”

“I don’t know,” Twilight replied quickening her pace. “And I’m guessing they were moved a fair distance away. It probably had something to do with that medallion the red-haired one used. Some kind of summoning charm on it.”

“Uh…you lost me,” smoke practically shot out of Spike’s ears as he tried to process what she said.

Twilight rolled her eyes and explained. “Basically, it’s a one way jump to a predetermined location. Even non-psions can use them. Though that doesn’t explain how they were able to transport thirty-some people. They must’ve tagged them in some way…” she trailed off lost in thought.

“Well, anyway, let’s just tell Celestia about this. I’m sure she’ll want a more detailed report than whatever the news has to say.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

In ‘Sweet Apple Acres’, a certain blonde woman had locked herself in the bathroom. She had her pants around her ankles and braced herself against the sink with one arm. The other arm was currently at her crotch, her fingers working themselves vigorously. “Ah, fuck. C’mon,” Applejack groaned through clenched teeth. “Wha’s goin’ on wi’h mah? Mah body gits so hawt, an’ mah head feels so fuzzy.”

(KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!) “Hey, sis?! Ya done in thar?” Apple Bloom called from the other side of the door. “Some of us hafta use th’ washroom, an’ granny’s still inna upstairs one!”

Applejack had been experiencing peculiar sensations for about a week now. Every so often she would get this feeling of euphoria, followed by an almost burning itch between her legs. She found that masturbating was a good way to fix the problem, however it wasn’t a permanent solution. Applejack had a feeling she needed more. What that was exactly, she didn’t know.

(KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!) “Sis! C’mon! seriously!!”

“Fuck!” she cursed under her breath. Applejack pulled her fingers out of her vagina and pulled her pants up. She flung the door open and stormed out of the farmhouse. “Ya can use th’ outdoors,” she grumbled.

Apple Bloom rushed into the bathroom and shut the door. “Oh, tha’s much better,” the teenager cried in relief. “Hey, Applejack! Didja forget ta drah yer hands? Thar’s witter all over th’ floor!”

Still feeling pent up, Applejack stomped across their property. ‘Sweet Apple Acres’ was north of Maretropolis, and as one could guess, an apple orchard. It was over thirty acres large and had rows of apple trees of nearly every kind. Applejack marched through the orchard hoping some hard labor would be able to ease her body up a bit.

“Jeez, wha’s wrong wi’h mah? Am Ah sick or summin?” she wondered aloud as she headed for the barn. “Maybe Ah caught th’ flu, or thar’s ah bug goin’ ‘round…”

The blonde woman stepped inside the barn and began throwing empty barrels onto a cart. She was about to pull the cart outside when she spotted a pair of legs poking out of a pile of hay. Applejack tiptoed over to the legs. She stared down at them for a moment, eyebrows raised, then gave one of the feet a kick.

“HEY! WHOA! DON’T HURT ME! I’M NOT STEALING ANYTHING!”

A man shot up from the hay hollering at the top of his lungs. He appeared to be in his late twenties, with shaggy blue hair, and aquamarine eyes.

“Easy there, sugarcube. Nobody said anything ‘bout hurtin’ nobody,” Applejack tried to reassure him. “Now, how ‘bout ya tell me wha’ yer doin’ in ar barn?”

“Right, yeah. Uh, I just needed a place to sleep for the night,” the man said brushing himself off. “I just came to Maretropolis and couldn’t find any lodging. So, after a bit of wandering, I came across your orchard and snuck into the barn. Real sorry about that.”

Applejack sized the man up and figured he was telling the truth. She just knew in her gut. “Ya coulda jus’ knocked. We woulda put ya up fer th’ nigh’.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t feel right.”

“An’ breakin’ inta ar barn does feel righ’?”

“When you put it that way, it sounds awful. Please don’t call the police.”

The farmer paused for a moment. She looked at the house then back to the man. After careful deliberation Applejack grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him into the orchard. “Tell ya wha’? Ya halp me with a lil’ summin’, an’ Ah won’t say nuthin’.”

“Help you with what exactly?” he asked getting nervous.

“Nuthin’ much. Gah’ an itch Ah need scratchin’,” she said leading him further into the orchard. “Name’s Applejack, by th’ way. Wha’s yers?”

“C-constance Everheart.”

“Nice t’ meecha.”

Back in the Maretropolis Library, Twilight and Spike explained the incident to Celestia and Raven.

“This ‘Love Bunny’ is getting bolder,” Celestia stated. “Sending her lackeys out in the middle of the day, that takes guts.”

“And there were two,” Raven added. “Meaning she has at least three people who are working for her. We can’t rule out the possibility that there are more.”

“How did that one woman teleport all those people away?” Twilight asked. “That’s what bothers me. I know ‘mass transit’ spells are possible. But that usually requires a large amount of power, or something to leash people.”

“Were they wearing any distinguishing garments?” the orb turned her attention to the indigo-haired woman.

“Other than their matching barely-there outfits?”

“They all did have on chokers with these small crystal gems. Like that heart-shaped cufflink we showed you,” Spike chimed in.

“Hmm, that could be it,” Celestia pondered. “It could also be how they’re controlling people. So, be ready to face multiple foes in the future. They could very well bring in these changed people.”

“This is all so much,” Twilight groaned inwardly. “Super-powers, bad guys, sex magic. This sounds like one of those graphic novels Spike likes to read.”

“Hey! Eh, that’s not untrue.”

“In any case, we should step up your training,” Celestia said. “Unfortunately, the command center isn’t fully operational. So, until we get that going, you’ll have to make do with helping Raven get the library up and running.”

“Oh no, whatever shall I do with all these books?” she said in a mocking tone.

“No need to be coy. But always be ready, okay?”

Twilight nodded, and she and Spike left the office. They headed downstairs for the front door.

“So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, now can we go to the Wonderbolts building?” Spike asked practically skipping.

“You are such a child.”

“Says the woman who spurgs out over Spell Theory Camp.”

“Hush you.”

The two caught a cab and headed for the Wonderbolts office building. Located in the south-west of Maretropolis, the Wonderbolts headquarters was a three-story building painted in the signature blue and yellow. The sign above the door read ‘Wonderbolts’ in a stylized font and had the logo beneath it. Twilight and Spike stepped out of the cab and were greeted by Pinkie and Fluttershy.

“Hey guys! Ready to meet the Wonderbolts?!” Pinkie practically screamed.

“You know it!” Spike answered matching her energy.

“Are you sure this is alright?” Twilight asked skeptically. “I mean we’re just barging into their workspace…”

“It’s okay, I called Dash ahead of time,” Fluttershy reassured the librarian. “She said today was going to be slow, so we won’t be bothering them.”

“Come on! We’re wasting time!” Spike shouted. “Let’s go already!”

Twilight rolled her eyes and followed the group into the building. The front desk was an open area with a vaulted ceiling. The walls were decorated with various pictures and paraphernalia. Spike immediately took out his phone and snapped a photo, wide grin on his face. They stopped at the reception desk to inform the receptionist their business there. She handed them their visitor badges and told them the directions

“Are Rarity and Apple Jack going to show up later?” Twilight asked Fluttershy.

“Oh, they won’t coming at all,” the pink-haired avian answered. “They both had work today; Rarity with her shop, and AJ with the farm.”

“Aw, that’s too bad. I really like their co-“

“RARITY’S NOT GONNA BE HERE!?!” Spike blurted rather loudly.

“Sorry sweetie, she couldn’t make it,” Pinkie said patting his back.

“Why do you care, anyway?” Twilight inquired.

The green-haired man just slumped his shoulders and shuffled forward, mumbling under his breath. The four people continued through the building, following the signs to the Wonderbolts office. They passed a few people on the way, including a few avians who flew overhead. Finally, they reached a set of deep-blue double doors with the Wonderbolts logo painted in gold on the front.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Pinkie asked, hands on the crash bar. Spike nodded excitedly while Twilight just rolled her eyes. The bubbly woman gave a wide smile and pushed the doors open.

On the other side of the double-doors was a small auditorium with a three-story ceiling. One side of the room had several obstacle course equipment set up, including a half pipe. The opposite side had a line of desks with a few computers set up, one man sat there typing furiously at one. Three avians flew high up in the air. One of them cackled madly as they were being chased by the other two.

“HEEEEEY!!! DASHIE, WE’RE HERE TO SEE YOUUUU!!!!” Pinkie screamed as they entered the room.

A woman standing beneath the avians spotted the visitors. She had two-toned orange hair and brilliant orange eyes. She clicked the stop watch in her hand and called up to the flying avians. “Hey, Prism! Your friends are here!!”

The avian being chased stopped midair and touched down next to the woman on the floor. Rainbow Dash Prism waved energetically at the group.

“HAH! You lose. Pay up!” a woman landed next to Dash and slapped her on the side. She stood a head taller than the rainbow-haired woman and had a similarly lean build. She had short white hair that had a windswept look, large fuchsia eyes, and a straight nose.

“Hey! No fair, Fleetfoot!” Dash turned to the woman. “I stopped to greet our guests. You can’t just call that a win!”

“Our bet was that you couldn’t outfly us for five minutes!” the white-haired woman shot back. “And you lasted…uh, Spitfire, how long was that?” she turned to the orange-haired woman.

“Four-twenty-two,” she answered calmly. The woman pulled out a cigarette and lit it with her finger.

“Hah, told ya! Pay up!” Fleetfoot sneered.

“NO! We go again! No interruptions!”

Electricity crackled around Dash as the air around Fleetfoot became very cold. The two women stared each other down as the room got incredibly quiet. Spitfire took a draft from her cigarette and stepped between the two of them.

“Alright, break it up!” she hollered, small trails of fire swirled around her. “Or I revoke your membership to the Wonderbolts!” Fleetfoot and Dash both recoiled from that. “You lost, Dash. Simple as that.”

Dash grumbled as she dug a wad of cash from her pocket and pushed it into Fleetfoot’s hands. The woman gave a toothy grin as she counted her winnings. “Sorry about that guys,” she said moving to the group. “Someone’s a sore winner!”

“Easy, Dash,” Spitfire put a hand on her shoulder. “We let you on the main team because you’re a skilled flyer. But I won’t tolerate needless fighting, okay?”

“…Okay,” she forced out.

“Come on, why don’t you introduce us to your friends. I see a couple new faces.”

“Oh, yeah, these guys met them the other day. I hadn’t actually met them myself yet.”

“HEY! LINE UP!!” Spitfire bellowed.

In a matter of seconds all five avians

“Hi, I’m Twilight Sparkle Stellanis, and this is my brother Spike,” Twilight introduced them.

“Nice to meet you. You’re already familiar with Dash here, I’m Spitfire Voris. That icy one you just met was Fleetfoot Cassidy. The guy still flying around like a goofball is Soarin Stouse. And that guy lazing around the computers is Silver Zoom Barnard.”

“Please hire more technicians!!” the guy working on the computer cried over his shoulder.

“Oh, and that’s our tech, Comet Tail. He’s always saying crazy stuff.”

Spike looked around and could barely contain his glee. “Wow, I never dreamed I would actually be able to visit the Wonderbolts. This is so amazing. I get to meet the coolest internet group.”

Rainbow Dash pulled out a marker and quickly scrawled on Spike’s and Twilight’s shirts. “There, now your visit is twenty percent cooler.”

The green-haired man smiled widely while Twilight merely groaned. “Greeeat. I was hoping my new shirt was going to be vandalized.”

“You guys came on a great day. We’re not doing much, other than Comet over there getting the video up. Dash, you wanna show our guests around the office? Give ‘em a quick tour?”

“Oh, alright. If you insist,” she said in a faux annoyed tone. “Come on you two. I’ll give you the grand tour.” Dash hooked her arms around Spike’s and Twilight’s and directed them out of the auditorium.

Flash Sentry entered the police precinct and swiftly moved to his desk. Just as he was about to get settled in, a uniformed officer approached him. “Uh, detective? The sergeant wants to see you in his office.” The blue-haired detective dropped his cup of coffee on his desk and marched over to the sergeant’s office.

“You wanted something, uncle?” he said stepping into the small room.

“When you’re on duty you refer to me by my official rank,” the man responded without even looking up from his desk.

“Of course, Sergeant Samnite. Is this about the ‘Dog-Case’? Because we’re still looking into leads there.”

The man behind the desk raised his head and removed his glasses. Flash Magnus Samnite was a man in his fifties with a sturdy build that had gone slightly to seed. He had bright-red hair that was greying at the sides, tired looking turquoise eyes, and a face that seemed to be in a perpetual scowl. A veteran who decided to continue his service and became an officer of the law.

“This ain’t about that, detective,” he said in a gruff voice. “We’re stopping investigations into the ‘Solanus-Case’.”

“Sir, I think you should reconsider,” Flash slammed his hands on the desk.

“Calm yourself, detective. This ain’t my call. It comes from the captain himself.”

“My father?” he recoiled as if he had been punched. “Why would my father just halt investigations?”

“We’re facing a bit of a crisis, here,” Magnus said calmly. “Dogs have been surfacing again for unknown reasons, and now costumed weirdos have begun showing up around the city. People have been attacked, and reports say many were vanishing in broad daylight. We can’t spare any resources right now.”

“This is ridiculous! My girlfriend disappears four months ago, and we’re nowhere closer to finding her?” Flash erupted. “And I refuse to believe she ‘ran away’. This happened just before we got several reports of missing persons!”

“I understand your frustration, but there’s nothing I can do-“

“Save it,” the detective turned and reached for the door. “I don’t need your pity.”

Seeing the pained look on his nephew’s face, Magnus sighed and rubbed his temples. “Flash, wait.”

The blue-haired man stopped and faced his uncle.

“(sigh) If you want to continue the investigation off duty, I won’t say anything. I’ll even give you access to the file.”

“Why are you doing this?” he asked with a measure of hesitation. “You’re a stickler for rules.”

“Let’s just say, there’s more than you know going on.”

“I don’t understand. Are you hiding something that can help the investigation?”

“Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth okay? I didn’t have to do this.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll go now, if that’s all,” Flash pulled the door open.

“Hey, one more thing,” Magnus called from his desk. “You might wanna check out the Old Maretropolis Library. There might be something of interest there.”

Flash gave his uncle a confused look before leaving the office. Magnus leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly. “Oh, Goddess, help us. This is gonna be a nightmare, isn’t it?”

Meanwhile, in a secluded area of Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack and Constance were dressing themselves.

“Well, I didn’t expect things to turn out quite like that,” he said pulling his shirt on.

“Uh-huh. Hey, lissen. If ya keep alla this t’ yerself, Ah’ll keep kwah-it ‘bout findin’ ya inna barn, ‘kay?”

“Uh, sure, but any particular reason why?”

“Oh, um…don’t worry ‘bout it,” Applejack dismissed brushing dirt and grass off. “So, why ‘xactly didja come to Maretropolis enniway?”

“Just looking for some work,” Constance took a moment to admire the farmer’s prominent backside as she stooped to grab her hat. “But that’s easier said than done. Not many places want a grad student with basically zero work experience. Plus, finding a place to live is kinda difficult.”

“Hmm,” Applejack placed her Stetson on her head and thought for a moment. “Well, if ya don’ min’ bitta hard work, I coul’ prolly gitcha sum work onna farm ‘ere.”

Constance’s eyes lit up and he grabbed her hands in excitement. “You mean it? You’ll give me a job?”

“Uh…yeah. We can also put ya up inna loft as well. S’long as ya don’ mind sleepin’ inna barn…”

“Oh, thank you so much!!” the man hugged her tightly.

“Uh, yeah…don’ mention it. ‘Sides, this’ll take care of mah prollum as well as yer’s.”

“And this here…is my office!” Rainbow Dash opened a door to reveal a small office. Inside was a desk littered with various Wonderbolts memorabilia and a laptop. There were three beanbag chairs on the floor, several photos of the group (many of just Dash herself), and a cardboard cutout of the woman in their signature flight suit stood in the corner.

“You got a pretty nice view of the city from here,” Spike commented.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, if I do say so myself. And I do.”

“Why do you have a tortoise in your office?” Twilight pointed to the terrarium next to the desk.

“That’s Tank, my pet,” Dash skipped over to the desk. “Hey baby, got some love for mama?” she reached in and patted its shell. “He’s always here.”

“Okay then.”

“NO WAY!! YOU MET JAGGED STONE?!?” Spike suddenly blurted out. He was standing in front of a picture of the Wonderbolts and a man dressed in leather and spikes.

“Oh, yeah. He’s a pretty chill dude,” Dash said with a smug look on her face. “Though he insisted on taking his pet crocodile everywhere he went.”

“And that concludes the tour of the Wonderbolts office!!” Pinkie yelled bouncing up and down.

“Pinkie! I’m the one giving the tour. But yeah, it’s over. Come on. Let’s head back to the auditorium.”

Dash led the group back to the main room, bursting through the door as she did. “AW YEAH!! CRUSHED THAT TOUR!!”

The Wonderbolts gave her a sideways glance then returned to their business. In the far corner of the room, a person zipped along the halfpipe setup. They performed several acrobatic maneuvers before landing on the top.

“HEY, SCOOTS!!” the polychromatic woman shouted to the person.

The person turned and spotted Rainbow Dash. They vaulted off the halfpipe and orange wings materialized. In a matter of seconds, the person flew to the group and stopped right next to the Wonderbolt, gust of wind right behind them.

“Hey, Dash! Didja see me?!” the girl asked excitedly. “I was able to get some good height!”

“You bet, kid. When’d you get here, anyway?”

“A few minutes ago. Ms. Voris said you’d be back soon.”

“Yeah, I was just giving my new pals a tour of the place,” Dash cocked a finger at Twilight and Spike.

The girl turned to the siblings and bounded over to them. She took their hands and began shaking them a bit roughly. “Hi, I’m Scootaloo Fletcher. It’s nice to meet you. I’m a huuuge fan of Rainbow Dash!”

“Hi, I’m Twilight, and this is Spike. We just met Rainbow Dash,” Twilight introduced them.

Scootaloo was a girl in her mid-teens. She was a few inches shorter than Dash and had a similar lean build. She had short feathery hair that was cerise in color, purple eyes, and a small nose. The girl almost looked like a miniature Rainbow Dash. She wore a yellow sports bra, black running shorts, and had inline skates strapped on to her feet.

“So, how do you know the Wonderbolts?” Spike asked.

“Scoots here is like a ‘junior’ Wonderbolt,” Dash answered. “Also, she’s my protégé.”

“What’s a ‘junior-Wonderbolt’?” the green-haired man said.

“I had uploaded a bunch of videos of me doing a lot of stunts and Dash-“

“Hey, don’t bore them to sleep with the explanation,” Dash interrupted. “Just show them what you can do!”

“Yeah! Let’s do that!”

The teenager materialized her wings and rocketed towards the halfpipe. She climbed to the top of one side and readied herself. After a moment, Scootaloo pitched forward onto the pipe. She caught the edge and ramped up to the other side. As she left the halfpipe, the girl began spinning backwards, performing a triple backflip. She shifted her direction in midair and arced towards the obstacle equipment. With practiced precision, Scootaloo caught the nearby pipe and grinded it down halfway before kicking off. She spun a few times in the air and landed gracefully. Scootaloo slalomed back to the group and spun to a stop.

“So, what’d ya think?!”

Twilight, Spike and the rest applauded her. Even the other Wonderbolts had stopped what they were doing to watch the young avian.

“YEAH! GO SCOOTALOO!!” Soarin hollered from across the room.

“Wow, that was impressive!” Spike complimented her. “I’m pretty sure I’d break several bones if I tried that.”

“Believe me, I’ve got quite a few scrapes and bruises,” she laughed.

“So, why don’t you just fly? If you don’t mind my asking?” Twilight inquired. Dash bit her lip, and Pinkie and Fluttershy became eerily quiet. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Well…we just don’t really-“

“Dash, it’s fine,” Scootaloo interrupted. “Not everyone knows. And it’s best just to explain it.”

“Explain what?” Spike asked.

“This.” Scootaloo turned around and lifted the back of her shirt revealing the wing markings every avian possesses. Except hers weren’t like every avians. Instead of an elegant pattern they looked like a paper jam from a printer. Parts of the pattern were warped, whereas some were outright missing. “The doctors said it’s a rare birth defect. Affects one percent of all avians,” she lowered her shirt and turned back around. “I can bring out my wings, but I can only glide and propel myself forward. I can’t get lift.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know,” Twilight apologized.

“Hey, it’s okay. How could you know? Besides. I can still manipulate wind,” Scootaloo held up her hands and created mini-tornadoes in her palms. “So, combine that with my skates, and I can pull off some really sick moves.”

They passed the next few hours with the Wonderbolts, sharing stories and interests, playing games, and watching the avians perform various flight maneuvers. Twilight discovered that Dash was a book lover and suggested some reading material to her, and Spike and Soarin hit it off discussing comic books they love.

“No way, man. I call crap,” Dash said to Spike.

“I’m telling the truth. I can down a whole bottle of hot sauce in one go, no problem,” he responded throwing his hands up. “Ask Twi over there. She’ll vouch for me.”

“Its true, I’ve seen him do it. It’s not pleasant.”

“Tell you what? We settle this right now. Hey, Silver?! We still got any bottles of that Scorchero’s left?!” Dash shouted across the room.

“Hold on!” the silver-haired man rummaged through one of the cabinets before flying over to them with two bottles of the hot sauce. “You’re in luck. We’ve got two unopened bottles of the stuff. No idea why we even have this.”

“Well, whatever,” she said taking the bottles from him and handing one to Spike. “Ready to eat those words, little man?”

“Bring it on!”

“Wait! Just a sec!” Comet called to them. He jogged over to them and got a camera ready. “I am so putting this on the website. Alright…we’re recording.”

“What’s up Wonderfans?! Dash coming at ya with a quick video!” she addressed the camera with typical flair. “My friend Spike here says he can drink a whole bottle of Scorchero’s. So, we’re gonna have a little race to see if he’s actually up to snuff!”

“Dash don’t do this. It’s insanely stupid,” Spitfire cautioned. “Remember the mustard challenge?”

“What are you talking about, Captain? This is a great idea!” Fleetfoot stepped in. “Chug, chug, chug!!”

“Alright, on my count,” Comet said. “Three, two, one. GO!”

Spike and Dash brought the bottles to their mouths and began drinking the bright red contents. It seemed like a close race at first, but soon Dash started to struggle. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and tears flooded her eyes. She wobbled where she stood and before she could even get halfway, the woman stopped. Her face was red and her eyes bloodshot as she panted loudly. Spike, on the other hand, showed no signs of slowing down. He easily guzzled the hot sauce and finished the bottle in less than a minute.

“WOO! YEAH!!” he cried out victoriously. “TOLD YA!!”

“Oooo…I feel sick…” Dash clutched her stomach and doubled over. “My mouth is on fire.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Spitfire asked in an incredulous tone. “Soarin, would you help ‘Miss Daredevil’ to her office?”

“No problem, boss!” Soarin scooped up the whimpering woman and carried her away.

“Noooo. I’m not beaten. I can still go on,” she protested in a weak voice.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” Fleetfoot teased. “Does baby need her bottle?”

Dash raised a hand and flipped her off. Comet Tail quietly went back to the computers to upload the video.

“We should probably get going,” Twilight said. “It’s starting to get late, and I have stuff to do tomorrow.”

“What? We’re leaving already?” Spike turned to his sister.

“Spike, we’ve been here nearly six hours.”

The green-haired man looked at his phone and did a double take. “Where did the time go? How’s it already five?”

“Thanks for having us. It was nice meeting you all,” Twilight said politely ushering Spike towards the exit.

“Bye! It was a lot of fun! You guys are awesome!” Spike waved emphatically to the Wonderbolts.

“You guys are super cool, too. Stop by any time,” Spitfire shouted back.

“I’m going to check on Dash. Make sure she’s alright,” Fluttershy said and split off from the group.

“Okay, see ya later,” Pinkie said loudly.

They leave the building and hail a cab. After dropping Pinkie off at her place, Twilight and Spike return to the library.

“Well, that’s enough excitement for one day,” she said yawning.

“Are you kidding? I’m still pumped!” Spike bounded up the stairs to the library’s entrance.

“Of course, you are.”

Later that evening, Rarity returned to her apartment after a long day’s work. She opened the door and was greeted by her white Persian cat. The fluffy feline mewled anxiously and rubbed against Rarity’s legs.

“Oh, what’s wrong, Opal darling? Are you hungry?”

Rarity strode to her kitchen and pulled a can of cat food from the refrigerator. She set the food down on an ornate glass platter and Opal eagerly scarfed it down. The fashionista knelt and scratched the purring cat behind the ears.

“Vlad? Did you remember to feed Opal?” The violet-haired woman moved to the bedroom and flung the door open. She flicked the light on and found a man sprawled on the bed half naked. “Goodness, have you stayed in bed all day?”

“Mmm, no…I got up to go to the lavatory of few times.” Vladimir Blueblood sat up in the bed and stretched. His messy blonde hair fell into his eyes and he yawned rather crassly. “What? You really expect me to do something?”

“I expect the man I’m with to be a productive person,” she said letting her hair down and kicking off her heels. “I know your father is the CEO of a company, but that doesn’t mean you should just lie around in bed all day. Get out and do something.”

“Oh, that sounds dreadfully tiresome,” he said flopping back onto the bed. “What’s the point if I’m just going to inherit the business from my father?”

“The point is to learn the value of hard work. Didn’t your father tell you that?”

“He may have said something along those lines…” Vlad turned to Rarity and gave her a coy look. “Wanna do something ‘productive’ together?”

Rarity looked at the man for a few moments before relenting. “Oh, alright. Just let me freshen up first. I practically worked myself to the bone today.”

Author's Note

And finally chapter seven is finished and out. Whew, that took me far longer than I wanted or expected. But when your job gives you more work and doesn't bother to really assess how long that would actually take, you end up working ten plus hours a day. And thanks to the morons who run the place, that's gonna be permanent. Yay.

Anyway, this chapter saw a bunch of new stuff. First off, we've got Love Bunny's hench-bimbos. Originally, I was going to use the Shadow Five, but after being away from the story for so long, and thinking things over, I figured it'd be better to use the background characters first. So, for the time being you'll see the Crystal Prep Bimbos in action against our brave heroes. Though I'm not sure how many I want to actually use. I'm saving the Shadow Five for a later time.

If the fight scene in the beginning seems a bit rushed, that's because it is. I had something else in mind, but being several months away from the chapter has caused me to kinda forget some of the details. I do apologize. I'll try harder next time.

The Wonderbolts were fun to write. I really like their personalities. I had in mind that Rainbow Dash and Fleetfoot have something of a rivalry between them. I decided to give them last names based on the real life Blue Angels.

As you saw, avians are capable of manipulating the elements, a bit like bending from the Avatar series. I took the Pegasus weather control to its logical conclusion here. So, instead of actual weather control, they can command one of the elements. Except for earth, it not being weather related. Fire, water, wind, lightning, and ice are what they can control. Also, I'm thinking of having terrans be able to manipulate the earth somehow. I'll figure that out. All avians have wing patterns
that grants them flight. Similar to psions and their forehead gems. It's a manifestation of their magic on their bodies. No to avians have the same wing pattern.

I decided on making Scootaloo disabled in a sense. Similar to her show counterpart she can't fly. Unlike her show counterpart, I actually came up with a reason for this instead of just going "Uh, she just can't fly". Like the cartoon, she doesn't let that get her down and finds a way to make the best of it. She might not be able to fly, but she's gotten pretty good at freestyle skating.

Applejack seems to be experiencing some trouble. Perhaps that brief time she was transformed by Trixie had some lingering affects on her? What will become of everyone's favorite apple farmer? Anyway, the character she 'interacts' with is Constance Everheart. An OC that belongs to this person https://www.deviantart.com/soma-to-form. He ships him with AJ. That's really all I know of this character.

And lastly, yes you all saw that correctly. I am starting the series with Rarity in a relationship with Blueblood (also I'm using his TWoEM name). While i'm not too excited about this myself, it's a necessary evil that will become important to the plot later on. So, don't worry. This royal dickhead won't be part of the story for very long.

Well, that's everything for this chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read it. If you have any thoughts on it feel free to comment below. I'll do my best to get the next chapter out. See you all then.

Update: Fixed some names in the chapter. Big thanks to Path of Cloud for pointing that out to me. I've been running on little sleep and I had made some changes to characters mid writing.