That morning in the pub, I was with Discord, Zephyr, Flash, Timber and Pound Cake discussing very important and serious topics.

“Look, in a fight to the death between Darth Vader and Batman, Batman wins, that’s for sure.” I said.

“Are you kidding? If you take away Batman's gizmos he can’t do shit. Vader was a master of the lightsaber and also has the Force.” Said Pound Cake.

Ok, at the time it looked like a serious conversation...

“But can't you talk about something more current?” Timber asked.

"What's wrong? I like the classics.” I defended myself.

“Speaking of classics, I liked Knight Rider as a child. I wanted to be like Michael Knight.” Flash said.

“Oh come on, David Hasselhoff was a thug playing tough, and the car with that smartass voice looked like Microchips with a chassis.” Discord said.

“Damn you're old, I have no idea what you're talking about.” Pound Cake said confused.

“Because you, Gen Zs don't remember TV’s Golden Age, now everything’s on the internet.” I said.

Suddenly, Sunset appeared, interrupting us.

“Boss, if you're done with your geek talk, could you get back to work?” She said.

"What for? It's just us in the pub.” I said and headed to the beer taps with a glass in my hand.

The truth is that lately business was quite weak, it gave us enough to get ahead, but just that. I just wanted things to get better or else I would be forced to fire Sunset or Scootaloo, and that was something I wanted to avoid at all costs.

“She has temper, was she like that when you were dating too?” Timber asked Flash.

“No, she was worse.” He said.

“I heard that!” She yelled as we all laughed and Flash bowed his head.

“And how are you handling your breakup with Twilight?” Asked Pound Cake.

“Well, the truth is that I'm getting quite used to living alone.” Timber said. “Although…Bourbon, when are they going to fix my bathroom?”

“We're working on it, hey, you're practically there for free.” I said. “This afternoon some neighbors are going to talk about what we charge you, because that money could be great for us to pay Ponos and save a few dollars.”

“Speaking of dollars, Zephyr, you still haven't paid your share of the apartment renovation.” Flash said.

“Hey, I've been very busy, buying furniture and things like that... my wallet’s dry right now.” Answered Fluttershy's brother.

While we were talking, Filthy Rich came in with an unfriendly face.

“Damn stupid franchise.” He grunted as he sat on a stool.

“Are you okay, Rich?” Asked Discord.

“No I’m not, a new supermarket has opened in front of the Barnyard Bargains and every day that passes I am losing money. Pour me a glass of wine, Bourbon.”

“Have you thought about anything to revitalize your business? Publicity is always good.” Zephyr said.

“I've already thought about a lot of things, but most of them I've either already tried or they're not completely legal.”

“Why don't you brainstorm?” I suggested. “That usually works when you don't have a defined plan.”

“Hey, you may be right, let's see, Timber, Zephyr, I want you to concentrate and when I say 'go', tell me the first thing that comes to mind and my successful businessman brain will translate it into great ideas to promote the business." Rich said, he seemed very confident.

Timber and Zephyr closed their eyes in concentration, with Rich in front of them ready to give them the order. The rest of us remained attentive and Sunset stood next to me behind the bar.

"GO!"

“Naked girls dancing.” Timber said.

“T-bone and fries.” Zephyr said.

“Rock n’ Roll on the beach.”

“T-bone and fried egg.”

“Prenchmen with mustaches.”

“okay, okay, gosh!” Filthy Rich shouted, stunned by the amount of nonsense those two spouted. “Okay, rectify, don't say the first thing that comes to mind, say the first thing that comes to mind, but only after thinking for a while.”

And then both of them thought for a few seconds until suddenly Zephyr stood up shouting “Eureka”.

“If he says T-bone and coleslaw, I'll shoot myself.” I whispered to Sunset.

“How about setting up an ice rink in the Barnyard, and while people look for things to buy, they can skate?” Zephyr said smiling. "What? I just remembered an episode of Tom & Jerry.”

We all kept an awkward silence...

“Zephyr, man… as an idea it is, how do I put it?” I started to ramble. “It’s horseshit!” I then looked at Sunset. "No offense…"

“Non taken.” She answered me, raising an eyebrow and with a grimace.

“Seriously Zephyr, can't you come up with anything coherent?” Rich asked. “Look, forget it, I'll think about something…”

“Hey, how about…?” But Zephyr was interrupted.

“No, Zephyr, I'm not interested.” Rich said.

“Okay, very good, well, I won't tell you that a beauty pageant could attract people's attention and make you gain new clientele.” Zephyr said without thinking.

“Wait, that's a good idea, it would be the perfect way to advertise. I could even call the local tv channel and advertise it on social media.” Rich said, delighted with the idea. “Now I just need a place to organize it.”

“My pub!” I screamed. “Come on Rich, that could also be very good for me, since, as you see, business has been a little slow lately.”

“Alright, then get it ready for this week, because we're introducing Miss Rich. Sounds good."

“Rich, I’d give the name another thought, it almost seems like you're looking for a wife.” Sunset said.

Rich seemed happy and the truth is that I was too, a beauty pageant would be ideal to attract clientele. After drinking his wine, the businessman left to organize preparations for the pageant.

Soon a red-haired girl appeared with her hair tied up in a blue bow. I recognized her immediately due to her features and age.

“Pound Cake, your sister has come.” I said.

“Pumpkin? What are you doing here?" The boy asked his sister.

“I could ask you the same, mom wanted you to help her in the bakery after school.” She answered.

Suddenly, Pound Cake noticed an object that his sister was carrying in her hand. “What are you doing with that camera?”

“Oh, nothing, a project for school, I just don't know what to record yet.” Pumpkin said.

“You could record over here.” Discord said. “You won't be short of anecdotes, that's for sure.”

“No, Discord, I doubt that what Pumpkin can record here will be suitable for all ages.” I said.

“Well, I’ll see you at home. See you later guys."

And so, the redhead left, leaving Pumpkin with a resigned face.

“Well, a shame she didn’t ask me, because there is a home video contest, and the winner could win up to $3,000.” Timber said.

"3000 bucks? With that money I could pay my part of the renovation and the entrance to the Freeze-O-Matic.” He said excitedly. “If I only had a camera… or I could borrow it from Pumpkin.”

“What makes you think that my sister is going to lend her camera to you?” Pound asked.

“Young Padawan, I can be very persuasive.”

Zephyr left, apparently to hatch his plan. I honestly admired this man's enthusiasm, even though most of the time it was useless.

That afternoon, Rich arrived with a clipboard and a pen, on the sheet of paper he was holding you could read that it was the list of women who were participating in the pageant.

Almost at the same time as the businessman, Zephyr returned to the pub.

“Hey Rich, you could hire me as a pageant judge, or better yet as the girls' stylist. I can leave them like goddesses of Mount Olympus.” Fluttershy's Brother said.

“Zephyr, you are not prepared to be a judge.” Rich said. “Although I might consider you for the stylist job. Of course, assuming there is a pageant.”

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Well, I can't get anyone to participate, goddammit, in this city there’s no initiative at all.” Rich huffed as he threw his pen on the bar.

While I was listening to the millionaire's complaints, I noticed that Rarity, Sweetie Belle, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy entered the pub. They sat at a table and Sunset attended the girls, while I approached to talk to them.

“Hello girls. Hey Rarity, how are the preparations for our party?” I asked the fashionista.

“Well, I've been thinking about several outfits inspired by Pulp and Noir novels from the 1940s to the 1960s. I think we can do something fabolous, darling.” Rarity said.

“Are you going to have a party?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Yup, what she said, a 40s, 50s, 60s style party; based on the aesthetics of that time and Pulp and Noir themes.” I replied.

“Well, four pretty girls like you in this place alone?” Rich suddenly said, appearing behind me. “Bourbon, charge me for everything they're going to have. Hey Rarity, why don't you help me with the pageant contest I'm preparing? You could unleash your creativity and also advertise yourself, you could even introduce yourself as a participant.”

“I don't know, Rich, I'm too busy for that.” Rarity answered.

“And what about you Sweetie Belle?”

“No offense, Rich, but if I'm entering a beauty pageant, I'd prefer something with a little more glamour.” Rarity's sister answered.

“You take after your sister.” I said laughing.

“Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy?” The millionaire asked again.

“No thanks Rich, beauty pageants are not my thing.” Dash said.

“And… uhm… I don't feel comfortable in front of cameras and with so many people staring at me.” Fluttershy said, getting nervous just imagining it.

“But sis, you already worked as a model once.” Zephyr said joining the conversation.

“I needed the money to pay for college, ok?” Fluttershy said red as a tomato.

“Hey, Rich, look how I'm prepared to be a judge.” Zephyr said as he forced Rainbow Dash to stand up. “Tits, 6 points; butt, 9 points. Verdict: guilty of being so hot.”

At that comment, Rainbow Dash elbowed Zephyr which made him take a step back, he deserved it.

“Ok, that’s it, there won’t be no pageant; and the Barnyard Bargains will close its doors in this city…” Rich said defeated, going towards the bar.

As if all that were not enough, Rich noticed a man in a suit who had entered my pub and Rich made a disgusted face.

“Damn, and on top of that the damn councilman, he must have been looking for me because of the paperwork.” The businessman said. "Good afternoon, sir."

“Rich, they told me I would find you here.” The councilor responded.

“Bourbon, a glass of brandy for this man, I suppose you want to talk about the land grant.” Rich said as I went to get the bottle and a glass.

“No, Rich, I didn’t come to talk to you as a councilman, I come as a father.” The man said. “You see, I found out that you are organizing a beauty pageant, and my daughter would be very really happy to win, the poor thing is full of complexes.” Rich's expression indicated that he knew where the councilman's shots were going. “And, you know… if you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.”

“Well, you know that the Barnyard Bargains is a symbol in Canterlot, and I don't really need anything.” Then Rich approached the councilman to whisper. "But, if you closed that new supermarket for me... your little girl would become the future Miss Bargains, I can see her clearly." The businessman said excitedly.

“I'm glad we understand each other.” The councilman took a photograph from the inside pocket of his jacket. “Here she is, her name is Linda.”

Rich picked up the photo and looked at it.

“Holy shit!” Rich shouted with a grimace on his face as he lost his balance and would have fallen if it weren't for a stool behind him. The councilman looked at him strangely. “I mean… such a beauty.” He said with a nervous laugh. “And the name comes in handy. I tell you more, with this beauty there will be no need to rig anything.”

"Excelent." The councilman shook Rich's hand and left.

“Hey, what just happened?” I asked strangely.

“Bourbon, on the day of the pageant don't forget to buy sawdust, because lots of people are going to puke.” Rich said with a lost look and taking a long drink of the brandy that I brought for the councilman.

The next day Rich seemed quite overwhelmed by the pageant while Sunset and I were preparing the stage for said event.

“Rich!” Zephyr said coming out of the bathroom. “I found a girl who wants to participate in the pageant.

"Oh really?" He asked surprised.

“Yes, come on, come out, don't be shy.” He said heading to the bathroom, but suddenly pulled out a blow up doll while laughing. “Look at the girl's face, she's speechless.”

I couldn't help but laugh at Zephyr's stupidity, but Rich was in a bad mood again. Zeph motioned for me to get him a beer and I returned to the bar.

"Zephyr quit clowning, if there are no girls there is no pageant, if there is no pageant the councilman's daughter doesn't win, and if the councilman's daughter doesn't win he won’t close the supermarket..." Rich said, to which Zephyr looked at him without understanding anything. “This one must win…” He said, taking out the photo.

Zephyr caught it while he was drinking and as soon as he saw it, he spit out his beer out of shock. "Fuck! She doesn’t have a nose… wait, no, here it is.” He said taking a better look at the photo before handing it back to Rich. “Well, Rich, I don't know about the rest of the jury, but you're going to have to compensate me a lot…”

“Zephyr you are not a judge.” Said the millionaire.

“Then, as a friend, I tell you. If you want this girl to win you would have to get everyone drunk or take up a collection to pay for her face transplant.” Zephyr answered to which Rich looked at him as if the best idea in the world had crossed his head.

"That’s it! What we have to do is say that the pageant is a charitable event.” Rich said excitedly. “Zephyr, I have to admit that your brain is like a garbage dump, it's full of shit, but every once in a while, you find something valuable.”

Zephyr preferred to laugh at Rich's comment.

“But are you sure that this is going to work, people ain’t that stupid.” I said without believing the scam.

Suddenly Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Rarity came inside.

"Good afternoon." Rarity said. “Tell me, Rich, are there still no participants?”

"I'm afraid so, it's a shame that the girls of this city don't commit themselves to acts like this, and I was doing it for a good cause..." Said the millionaire.

"What cause? Make the neighborhood horny?” Dash asked.

“No, I did it to help a friend's daughter who is very sick. I understand that people only see me as an ambitious millionaire, but the problem…” Rich took Linda's photo out of his pocket. “…the innocents pay for sinners.” He said showing the photo to the girls.

“Oh, no, poor thing.” Fluttershy said putting her hands over her mouth.

“Hey, ain’t this the girl who was on the news because she was attacked by a Rottweiler?” Dash asked.

“No jokes, this girl has a very serious illness that can only be treated in Bitzerland.” Rich said.

"And what is that?" Rarity asked.

“A foreign country that makes good quality clocks and watches and delicious chocolate and cheese.” Rich said, to which the girls looked at him strangely. “Oh! You say the disease... well it’s something very serious, what was it called? “Schweinsteiger Syndrome.”

“Bourbon, have you heard of that?” Fluttershy asked.

“Why are you asking me? I’m a psychologist." I said not wanting to get into that nonsense.

“As you can see, it is quite serious, this girl just wanted to have surgery to be like the others, but with that face she will only be able to taste vinegars. I guess I'll have to call her dad and tell him it can't be…” Filthy Rich took out his cell phone and waited for a certain reaction.

Rarity put her hand on the phone and looked at him. “Look, I can't sit still watching this injustice, count on me for the pageant. I could also take advantage of some dresses from last year's spring-summer collection that I couldn't sell."

"And with me." Fluttershy said. “I don't like having so many people staring at me, but it's for a good cause.”

They both then looked at Rainbow Dash…

“Okay… I'm in too.” She said giving in to peer pressure.

Upon his success, Rich was very happy and ran to where Zephyr was.

“Zephyr, you wanted to help with the pageant, right?” Rich asked. “Well, you have to make this look halfway human so she can win.” He said giving him the photo.

“Win he says… but, she looks like a little child has drawn her.” Zephyr said laughing. “Well, I'll do my best, see what happens... now I’m leaving because I have something to do.”

Zephyr paid and left for who knows where…

Sugarcube Corner was one of the most popular bakeries in Canterlot, owned by the Cakes. Mainly students from both CHS and the University met there, whether for breakfast, a snack or to order a snack to take away.

Zephyr had gone there looking for the Cake twins and was currently talking to Poundcake.

“Very well, you'll see how it's not that complicated, I'll have your sister convinced in less than a minute.” Zephyr said.

Heading to the bar he went to talk to Pumpkin who was behind the counter checking some settings on her video camera while them mother prepared a batch of donuts.

“Hey, Pumpkin, um… can you lend me the camera?” Zephyr asked bluntly.

“Great persuasion, Jedi Master.” Poundcake said.

"Excuse me?" The redhead asked strangely.

“Look sis, Zephyr needs it to be able to record a home video for a contest, lend it to us and we'll give it back to you before the day ends.” Poundcake said.

“So, a contest…” Pumpkin said thoughtfully. “How much is the prize?”

“3000 bucks.” Zephyr said.

“Ok, I want half.” The Cake twin said.

"What?!" Zephyr and Poundcake asked perplexed.

“What do you want $1,500 for?” Poundcake asked.

“To save, for future college, to buy a nice dress… that's none of your business. My camera, my rules.” Pumpkin said.

Zephyr and Poundcake looked at each other, knowing that they would have to give in if they wanted to make a video; Poundcake looked resentfully at his sister while she only returned a look of triumph.

“Okay, you will have your share if we win.” Zephyr said.

“Perfect, I'll record, by the way. So, what's the plan?”

And so, Pound and Zephyr waited for Pumpkin to come out to get organized. Although Zephyr had to leave, because she needed to fulfill what Rich asked of her and find girls for the beauty pageant, they would have time to take care of the video.

The next day, I was smoking a cigarette at the door of the pub when a girl approached me and as soon as I saw her, I deduced who she was. Linda, the councilman's daughter.

“Excuse me, is this the pub where the beauty pageant is held?” She asked innocently.

“Err…” I was paralyzed, she was definitely uglier in person. “Yes, it's inside, talk to Rich and Zephyr, they are preparing the contestants.” She smiled, revealing huge braces, and walked into the pub. “Damn, she's uglier than the back of a refrigerator.”

I finished the cigarette and when I entered, I poured myself a shot of whiskey to cope with the shock, I could see Rich and Zephyr nervously talking to Linda. The contestants were going to dress and put on makeup in the back room, it wasn't the best place, but I never thought about preparing dressing rooms when I set up the pub.

Rich had tried his best to make his ruse work, even the slogan “Beauty Is Inside” was written on the pageant poster. Of course, subtlety in its purest form…

“Don't worry, I'm here to fix you, I've seen this in many movies, and it always works.” Zephyr said. “You take off your glasses, let your hair down, smile a little and suddenly you're the prettiest girl in high school!” Zephyr did everything, but both he and Rich stood still looking at Linda. "Or maybe not…"

“Look, pretty, you go put on your makeup, Zephyr is going to help you now, and when you smile, don’t forget to close your mouth because that gives you a more… sensual look.” Rich said.

Linda walked away leaving Rich and Zephyr worried.

“Damn, more than a dental appliance it looks like the bumper of a Humvee.” Said the millionaire.

“Rich, I don't want to disappoint you, but there's no way they can't see that this is rigged. This girl doesn’t need a stylist, she needs a miracle.” Zephyr said.

“I agree with Zephyr.” I said getting into the conversation.

“Shut up you both, if I was able to pass off a spa as my summer house to the tax collectors, I'm capable of fixing this, plus no one has to know.”

Zephyr left for a second and I went to pour a couple of drinks while Sunset checked that the curtain was properly drawn on the stage.

“Hey, Sunset, how come you haven't entered the contest?” I asked curious.

“Boss, I already know it's rigged, I only enter a contest when I know I'm going to win.” She said smiling very confidently.

That was one of the things I liked about Sunset Shimmer, she gave off an air of self-confidence but without the arrogance she had back in high school.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash and Rarity had entered the pub and headed towards Rich.

“Rich, what you're doing with Linda seems incredible to me.” Rarity said leaving Rich speechless.

“Ok, look... there's an explanation for this.” Said the millionaire nervously.

“No, there is nothing to explain.” Rainbow Dash said. “It’s clear what’s going on here. You are a big-hearted guy, not everyone would let a girl like Linda participate in a beauty pageant.”

“Seems like the credit card isn't the only golden thing you have.” Rarity said.

“Yes, well, think that Miss Opportunity is a reflection of the organizer. Because what is important is the interior.” Rich said before his cell phone rang and he had to go outside to answer it.

At that moment, Zephyr headed towards Rainbow Dash.

“Hey Rainbows, before your turn, rub some ice cubes on your nipples.” He said under Dash's serious look. “That's how you win second place.”

I reacted immediately because what Zephyr said gave me a bad feeling.

“How second place? Don't you see me capable of winning?” Dash asked somewhat indignantly. She was very competitive, and even though she didn't like beauty pageants, she wasn't willing to be left behind.

“Yes, I see you capable.” Zephyr said nervously. “But anyone can win here, you can win, Rarity can win, that fetus over there can win.” He whispered.

“Zephyr, how can you be so insensitive?” Rarity said indignantly. “The poor thing is sick; she has Schweinsteiger Syndrome.”

At that Zephyr laughed. “Yes, Schweinsteiger Syndrome and Sandalwood has Bob Marley Syndrome…” The girls looked at Zephyr questioningly. “Well, I’m not saying that Linda isn't sick and that's a lie from Rich.”

At that I choked on my drink.

"What? Linda isn’t sick?” Rarity asked in disbelief.

“Well, I'm not a physician to discuss this. Can confirm nothing, it’s not like the contest is rigged.” Zephyr said.

“Is the contest rigged?” Dash asked, then she approached Zephyr and put pressure on Zephyr's sternocleidomastoid to which Zephyr complained of pain. “Zephyr, tell us right now what's going on here.”

“Okay, okay, don't be rude. Linda is the councilman’s daughter, and if Rich lets her win he will close the competing store.” Zephyr said while complaining about the pain.

Dash let go of Fluttershy's brother and stalked off like a wounded dog towards where I was at the bar.

“Goddammit Zephyr, one more second and you'll even betray your mother.” I said drinking my beer.

“I can't handle the pressure well…” He said sadly.

Meanwhile, Rarity and Dash looked at each other, with only one intention: to give Filthy Rich a lesson.

“Bourbon, put those beers on my tap, I'll go with the Cake twins to see if we can record that video.” Zephyr said before leaving.

The video of the $3,000 contest... something told me that this was not going to end well.

Zephyr and the twins spent an hour on a bench thinking about how to make the video, but no ideas came to mind.

“Come on, Pumpkin, you're supposed to be good at this stuff.” Pound said.

“Sorry but coming up with ways to get someone to break their neck is not something I spend most of my time on.” The redhead answered.

“The thing is, we would also need someone willing to do it.” Zephyr said.

“Yes, someone people laugh at.” Pumpkin said.

“Let it be easy to make a fool of.” Pound Cake said.

“And be foolish enough to say yes.” Zephyr said.

At that moment the twins looked at Zephyr. Seeing the silence that had formed and that the two brothers were looking at him, it was not difficult for Zephyr to put two and two together to know what they were thinking about.

“Ah no, no, no, no…” He said, getting up from the bench.

"Why not?" Poundcake asked. “I think it's a good idea, don't you, sister?”

“Of course, we have everything we need in you.” Pumpkin said.

“But I don't want to break my head, what I want is to win those 3,000 dollars.” Zephyr said.

“Zeph, to make an omelette you first have to break a few eggs.” Pumpkin said. “Besides, I think I know how we can make use of you.”

Pumpkin put on a sinister smile, something that scared even his brother.

“Sis, what’s on your mind?”

“We will only need a pair of skates, a helmet and some firecrackers…” The redhead answered.

It was already night, and the pub was ready for the beauty pageant. I have to admit that even I had a hard time concentrating being surrounded by so many hotties in bikinis, but, of course, then I saw Linda and all my libido completely disappeared.

And speaking of the Devil, she was with Rich, who no longer knew what to do to make things go well.

“Look, pretty, I think we need to focus on your strengths, and your hair is very… thick.” The millionaire said with a nervous laugh. “So, take advantage of it and smear it all over your face.” Rich ruffled Linda's hair trying to hide her face.

Rich walked up to the bar and took a big swig of the whiskey I poured him. I asked him if everything he was doing was really worth it and he simply told me to shut up.

“Don't make me more nervous, Bourbon, I have to talk to the TV people, see if I can get them to only take Linda out from the waist down.” He said leaving in search of the cameraman.

Rich didn't notice that Rarity and Rainbow Dash were watching him from the other side of the pub. Rarity was wearing a purple bikini that matched her hair and a light blue sarong.

Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, wore a light blue sports-style bikini with rainbow details. For some reason she looked distracted.

"Look, there's Rich, he's going to regret fooling us, remember Dash, when I give you the signal, raise the curtain, okay?" But Rainbow Dash didn't seem to pay attention to her. “And then I will cut your belly open and make a swing with your guts.” The rainbow haired girl just nodded as she looked away. “Rainbow Dash! Are you even listening to me?"

The scream brought Rainbow Dash back to reality.

“Sorry Rarity, but have you seen Soarin? The poor guy shouldn’t have worn those tight jeans.” Said Dash laughing, to which Rarity just looked at her seriously. “Okay, don't worry, you give the signal and I'll raise the curtain.”

Both girls headed to their seats and Rarity met Rich behind the curtain we had put up on the stage.

“Rich, darling, could you put some oil on my back? I want to look more attractive.” Rarity said.

“Of course, Rarity.” He said grabbing the bottle the girl handed him.

“Do you think I have a chance of winning?” She asked turning hier back to Rich.

“Well, perhaps, you shouldn't sell the bear's skin before hunting it, you know well that in beauty pageants the most beautiful one doesn't always win, beauty is something subjective.” Rich said rambling.

“Yes but winning a beauty pageant could be a leap for my career as a fashionista.” Rarity began to get dangerously close to Rich with a seductive tone and placing her right hand on the millionaire's head. “Of course, I had thought that if this is the pageant of the Barnyard Bargains, I would need the help of the owner of the Barnyard Bargains, do you get what I’m saying?”

Rarity brought her face closer to Rich's and ran her right index finger along his chin and the corner of his mouth.

“Well… Rarity, I don't know what you mean.” Rich said starting to get nervous.

At that moment, Rarity grabbed Rich by the buttocks and pressed him against her.

“Oh, that's what you meant…” He said with a broken voice.

Outside the pub, on the street, the Cake twins were trying to convince Zephyr to help them with their plan. The brothers had prepared a ramp next to a bank and in front of it some garbage containers.

“Come on Zephyr, you promised to collaborate to win the prize, plus dressed like this you look like a superhero.” Poundcake said.

Zephyr was wearing a motorcycle helmet and pilot goggles, elbow pads, knee pads, and skates with rockets tied to the back.

“I don't see it clearly.” Fluttershy's brother said. “If it's true that I'm not going to get hurt, then why do I have to wear all this?”

“Look, Zephyr, it's very simple, you just have to position yourself in front of this ramp that we have put on the bank, we light the rockets and you will crash into the garbage containers.” Pumpkin said. "Understand?"

“Yes, and… you look for someone else.” Zephyr said ready to leave.

“Zephyr, you can't give up now, we have a lot of money at stake.” Pound said.

“It's true, you have a talent for this.” Pumpkin said.

“Yes, and I also have a talent for drinking beer on the couch and it’s been a while since the last time I did it, I’m going home to put it into practice.”

Zephyr sat down trying to take off his skates.

“Zephyr, you can't give up now, everything’s coming up us.” Pumpkin said.

“But do you really think this is going to work?” he asked.

“Of course, Zeph, we all have a destiny, and yours is to crash into those containers, which is what you were born for.” Pound responded.

Zephyr looked up determinedly and stood up. “You're right, I'm going to stand here and give myself the biggest blow in history, and with that we'll get the 3,000 bucks.”

Zephyr positioned himself before the ramp giving a signal to the twins.

Pumpkin started recording with the camera and Poundcake lit the rockets. However, none of them noticed Sandalwood coming towards them and caught Zephyr's attention.

“Zeph, what are you doing man?” The hippie asked.

“Well, nothing, working on a video for…”

Zephyr couldn't finish, as the rockets propelled him forward, but not in the right direction...

Inside the pub, Rarity had stripped Filthy Rich of his shirt and was trying to do the same with his pants, but the millionaire was resisting.

“No, Rarity, I told you I can't.”

“Pardon me, but there is someone down here who thinks otherwise.” Rarity said laughing. “I'm going to talk to him face to face.”

Rarity was trying in every way to take off Rich's pants and he was doing everything he could to hold them down.

“No, let go, also think about your conscience, if you win like this you will feel like a vulgar whore for the rest of your life.”

“I think I can live with that…don't try to protect me, Rich, I know how these pageants work and I came here to win.”

Rarity managed to pull down Rich's pants and was now trying to do the same with his underwear.

“I can't, Rarity, I already told you.” The nervous millionaire responded.

"Why not? Why not?" She said that last bit shouting and motioned to Rainbow Dash who prepared to raise the curtain.

“Because the pageant is rigged so that the councilman's daughter wins!”

Rich screamed without realizing that the curtain was gone, everyone in the pub was staring at him and the worst thing was that his underwear had fallen off, leaving him completely exposed.

Rich rushed to pull up his pants while everyone in the pub was laughing, but as he didn't fasten his belt, they fell off by themselves leaving him only in his underpants.

“Wow, people finally came.” He said nervously as Rarity put on the “Miss Bargain” sash and Rainbow Dash approached with a bouquet of flowers and a microphone.

“With all of you, Miss Bargain, Filthy 'Snaily' Rich.” Rainbow Dash said.

“Hey, Rich, dance a little, don't hide the snail.” Discord shouted, laughing in the audience.

“Rich, what are your first words as Miss Bargain?” Dash asked, holding out the microphone to him.

“Is it just me or is it hot here? Can someone open a window please?” Rich asked nervously.

And suddenly, like a stampede, something came through the window that faced the street and rushed onto the stage, crashing into Rich.

It was Zephyr, who for some reason was wearing skates and a motorcycle helmet.

“Zephyr!” Fluttershy yelled as she saw her brother crash into Rich.

"What the hell is going on?" I screamed without believing what I saw.

"Ouch! I broke my soul… I have killed myself.” He said trying to get up and looking around. “At least it seems like I'm in heaven, there are a lot of naked women.”

Rich, still on the ground, glared at Zephyr. “Rich? What have you died of?”

Rich started hitting him with the bouquet of flowers to get him off him.

The next day no one was talking about anything other than the beauty pageant.

And despite the destruction caused by Zephyr's abrupt entry, I had enough publicity and that earned me quite a few clients.

For his part, Rich was really angry, because nothing had turned out the way he wanted. Not to mention that due to the bruise he received, Zephyr had his arm in a cast.

Zeph was with his sister, Rainbow Dash, and the Cake twins at a table while Sunset and I talked to Rarity about what happened.

At that moment Filthy Rich entered with an unfriendly face...

"You! Traitor, don't you have anything to tell me?” He said addressing Rarity while we tried to hold back our laughs. "What's going on with you? Don’t you have another way to see naked men?”

“Rich, darling, you needed a lesson, what you did was terrible,” Rarity said, smiling.

“Yes, and do you know what they call me now because of you?”

“Snaily Rich!” Zephyr shouted from his table. “I almost didn't recognize you with so many clothes on.”

Rich grumbled and ordered me a vermouth.

“At least this will be forgotten soon.”

"I wouldn’t be so sure." Pound Cake said walking over and taking out his cell phone.

The boy showed us a video that had gone viral, of Zephyr breaking the window and colliding with Rich. Obviously, the twins had not uploaded it, otherwise they would have already told us.

“That bastard! The local TV cameraman. Very good, we'll see if he can record when I break his arms.” Rich left the bar very angry to an unknown destiation.

“Damn it, I'm breaking my neck and the guy on TV is the one who gets rich.” Zephyr complained.

“Baby brother, for once, just for once, could you try to get money like a normal person?” Fluttershy asked.

“But that just takes too much time.”

I couldn't help but sigh at Zephyr's quip, but deep down, I knew he was right.

And I didn't quite like that.

Author's Note

Hey, I'm back, sorry for not posting earlier but I was kinda busy and didn't find find time to continue the story.
I hope to write more chapters soon!