Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 4: The Mare of His Dreams

Later that night, under the gaze of great Pale Luna, a fitful Rarity tossed and turned in her bed. For the first time in as long as she could recall, the pony’s usually gentle stream of dreams now seethed and surged into an ugly nightmarish torrent.

And the handiwork was not Princess Luna’s. In fact it was as far from one of her homespun creations as could be, lacking both her simplicity, and the typical prophetic tellings she was known for. Instead, the visions plaguing Rarity’s mind now were a series of terrible, awful images all flashing chaotically in her mind: a purple cape here, an enormous jiggling bust there. Haughty laughter echoed in her ears, no matter how desperately she buried her head into her pillow.

“Mm… No, Trixie…” she whimpered into the quiet of her bedroom, an errant leg kicking out from under the covers. “Twilight is... Twilight is... Ooooh!”

Her writhing grew more frantics, hips lifting off the bed. She wildly circled her pelvis in the air, grinding on an invisible love. “He’s all mine!”

But for all its mental soupiness, the nightmare was quite clear about one thing: Twilight wasn’t hers at all. More images flashed in the murk. A fat, floppy cock surging out from a pair of thick femmy thighs, soon to be gobbled up in a moment by Trixie’s plump lips, with a satisfied gleam in her fiendish eyes. It would have been enough to make poor Rarity faint if she were not currently deep in dreams. There, it just brought her to a shocking, startling wake.

“Gaha!” she gasped, bolting upright. A moment of sheer panic took hold of Rarity, her body tensing in wild terror, before she realized she was alone. Safe, sound, and comfortably warm in her own queen-sized bed.

“Oh…” she chuckled in relief, her chest still heaving while her racing heartbeat pumped the brakes. “A nightmare, of course. Just an odd little dream. None of it was real. Silly, silly me.”

The unicorn slipped off her sleep mask, a cute little embroidered piece with big pink bows, and tumbled awkwardly out of her bed. Slowly, she came to stand on shaky legs.

“The best remedy for a nightmare,” her mother had always told her, years and years ago, “isn’t to go back to sleep. That just plunges you right back in. No, dear, what you should do is get up and take a little walk round the house. Let your head clear up and settle down before you send yourself back to bed.”

Well, Mother did know best! Rarity stretched lightly, scratching gently at her stomach through her silk pajamas, and set her legs a-moving. Just a little walk, to let her head clear up and settle down. That was all she needed. Really.

Thankfully, a breezy piece of lingerie was never too far away for the supremely top-heavy mare. Rarity slipped into something suitably revealing, and suitably strained over the ultimate bustline, and sashayed to the window of her Canterlot apartment to give the night a show befitting a lady. She exited onto the balcony breasts-first, then breasts-second as well... It took another whole step for the rest of her to emerge behind that heart-stopping bust-line.

Cast against the midnight-blue sky, her pale figure seemed to positively glow. The line between her thick, lush lavender hair, positively soaked in richness (and a few scandalously-expensive hair products!), those deeply-glossy and thickly-browed dairy-cow eyes, blue as her countless suitors’ balls, and the night was murky and indistinct, casting her from the neck-up in shadow. The rest of the statuesque dress-maker, however, was an entirely different story. Delicate, womanly shoulders tossed this way and that as she moved directly under the moonlight's focus. Long, slender arms moved like a dancer's as she traced velvet fingertips across the balcony's narrow rail.

When one's eye came to rest on her body, the head and eyes and shoulders were all cast into the background by the sumptuous, mouthwatering "rest of her" however. Rarity's slender swan's neck drew the eye naturally down to the visual feast that lay waiting, a fertile bounty that stallions and mares craved alike. Her pink lingerie was brief, a little silken teddy currently being dragged apart by the big, heaving melon-mounds of Rarity's chest.

In all honesty, the only thing keeping Rarity decent at all was a pair of ribbons poised over and under her cleavage, looking like clucking mother-hens over their ribald, boisterous daughters. With each bout of wobbling, the ribbons strained and tightened until the sashes binding the garment were whisper-thin, and oodles of pretty, pale tit bulged into the cleavage window formed between their purview. Those two big girls absolutely wanted to be let out to have some fun!

Rarity moved out under the streetlights and came to rest her hands on the balcony's edge. She raised her behind, flashing curves that would have been tastefully clad in a tight purple thong, if it were not mostly devoured by the incredible thickness of her booty. At the same time, Rarity lowered her front, bringing those large, natural breasts down to cushion her against the railing. Of course, it didn't exactly cope with this too well: several solid feet of the metal were swallowed up under a very soft pillowing, looking like it might creak and snap at any moment, in which case Rarity would be the first mare in Canterlot to be able to claim property destruction through bosoming. Maybe that would finally get Twilight's attention, mm?

Shifting her weight caused waves of glowing amethyst mane to come spilling down her front, immersing her shoulders and throat in near-blackness. A tidal wave of cleavage came crashing down across those big, pale breasts, turning them just as smoky as the rest of her.

Rarity cast her eyes out across Canterlot, headlights upturned to the streetlights.

Rarity sighed peacefully as the cool night air embraced her, teasing her skin and giving her goosebumps. It whispered across her cheek in a way that made the mature mare shudder. With further wakefulness would come more doubts and hesitation about Twilight and Trixie, but here, for the moment, she could relax a little bit.

Twilight… By Celestia above, what was she going to do about him?

Was this a sign? Was it time to give up, withdraw her interests and find some other stallion to settle down with? He'd already laid with Princess Celestia... and Princess Luna, and plenty of other ponies, if the rumours were to be believed! How was she, an ordinary mare with hardly more to offer than extraordinary milkers, supposed to compete with all that?

Rarity leaned back, going from resting her elbows on the balcony's strut to gripping it in both hands. Her pretty face had become marred with a scowl. Well, that hadn't stopped this Trixie pony from messing everything up, now had it? That daredevil floozy had more than enough arrogance for both of them... possibly enough for all Equestria! Well, that was only to her benefit in this case. The way she was acting, there was a fair chance that 24 hours from now, that bitch of a Unicorn might just be locking her ankles around Twilight's hips, inviting the little stallion to have a spectacular finish deep inside her.

Rarity gagged. What an incredibly unpleasant thought.

Well, her plan to calm her mind had certainly failed. Maybe relaxation would find its way to her through a tasty chocolate, instead? With fingers already trailing down to rub her pudgy tummy, Rarity might have stepped back inside her apartment about then, if not for a sudden thought that seemed to strike the fore of her mind.

"If only you could stand out to him."

Rarity touched her fingertips to her forehead, steadying herself. What was this feeling coming over her?

"If only you were more like them. Imperious."

"What?" Rarity asked aloud, breathless. Her eyes darted this way and that. Was someone speaking to her?

"Powerful."

Rarity finally noticed a curious glow out of the corner of her eye.

"Big." An image flashed in Rarity's mind of a tiny Twilight Sparkle, barely clearing five feet, if that, having to hurt his neck craning to look up at womanly, giant, staggeringly-huge figures... In fact, he was hardly even breast-level with mares like Celestia or Sombra. With those bulging biceps of hers, Sombra could have bench-pressed ten Twilights at once, let alone what that muscular pussy must have done to his cute, pudgy ladyboy cock.

His lovers were known for their incredible heights. Nine feet, ten feet, and even bigger still! Sizes typically reserved for minotaurs and up were regularly mentioned when the subject of Twilight’s trysts came up. A size king, that pony, if there ever was such a thing!

Rarity groaned. A satisfied sensation settled itself in her belly as she repeated the word. "Big... Enormous..."

She imagined herself growing. Taller and taller. And as she rose higher, so too would Twilight's member. It would be desperate to follow along as she grew to stand astride the world like a fashionable colossus. She drew circles on her belly, just above her womb, as she fantasized about thoughts of a goddess-like Rarity casting great bolts of energy, crushing Trixies underfoot. "Mmmm..."

Before she knew what she was doing, the pretty pony was pleasuring herself in earnest. Anyone behind her would see her thong stretched between her knees, and her hips turning in slow circles as she humped up against her hand. "Hhhhhh... Biiiiiig... Big Rarity..."

Rarity felt strange, as if she wasn’t quite herself. Her mind felt cloudy, and yet she made no effort to clear it. No effort to resist as more visions came into her mind. "Hhh... Mmmn..."

As she grew closer and closer to climax, the fashionista slowly lifted her eyes, face all scrunched up and orgasmic, to look out across the street, casting her eyes upwards... to where a faint glowing object was hanging just a few feet over her head.

It was a crown, of the blackest material Rarity had ever seen. Even the powerful, pulsating glow of magic surrounding it seemed to be swallowed up within the make of the crown itself. Were it crafted from obsidian or onyx, it would shine and gleam in the pale moonlight, but this seemed to be made of something blacker still - as if pure shadow had been gathered and condensed into a symbol of royal authority.

Rarity’s eyes widened, mouth forming a little “O” in quiet awe. Her interrupted pleasure was the furthest thought from her mind as sex-slick fingers reached out toward the shadow crown. Sparkling gold was all well and good for jewelry, but this - an accessory that broached no light whatsoever - was a genuine rarity. It fascinated her. She was bewitched by it. And, most importantly of all, she was in dire need of owning it.

The glow subsided as soon as her fingers brushed against it, the crown falling into her hand as if her touch had stolen all its power. Rarity shivered just to hold it, goosebumps growing goosier as the shadow crown siphoned away her warmth. Whatever it was made of, it felt colder than Trixie’s heart!

“Lucky me,” purred Rarity, clasping the tiara in both hands, lightly tracing its contours with high-lit fingertips. “It’s not every day such a stylish piece of headwear just drops into a pony’s lap, now is it?”

Rarity’s touches grew yet more inquisitive. Exploring further, and doing her best to keep her breathing even and measured despite her growing excitement, Rarity’s fingers danced towards the headpiece in the centre of the crown. And there she found something that made her heart really pound in her chest.

Rarity sucked in a sudden gasp as she felt out the familiar smooth hardness of the large gemstone waiting for her there. Oh, yes, she knew that shape very well! A brilliant white diamond, just like the one on her cutie mark, was positioned on the crown just so that it would sit directly under the horn when worn. It was like a conduit, of sorts, a wire through which greater magic could flow.

Rarity was not feeling herself all of a sudden. Somehow the thought of such a powerful object falling into her lap seemed more marvellous than mysterious, more delightful than distressing. She had no qualms with its ominous appearance whatsoever!

“I’ll just tuck this little treasure away,” she murmured, turning to head back inside. Such a gorgeous headpiece simply couldn’t be left floating out on open balconies, bothering ponies with its magical glow. “Perhaps Twilight will be able to tell me something about what it is - after he’s finished with his duel, of course.”

Holding the answer to all her problems, Rarity turned from the balcony and retreated back to the comfort of piled up pillows and oceans of thick, stuffed sheets. She collapsed on her mattress with a thud that made the whole bed creak, and slept like a baby until the cockerel’s first crow.

Rap-a-tap-tap, was the wake-up call at Twilight’s door that morning. When no Twilight came to answer, it was swiftly followed after by a more insistent knock-knocky-knock. Finally, the unmistakable call of “Twiiiiii-liiiiiight~” carried through the air. When Rarity took a tone that sweet, every cute stallion in the vicinity just had to take notice.

...Eventually. “Urgrrgh,” Twilight groaned, stirring lazily in his bed. He cracked open a sleepy eye from under his messy morning mane to check the clock. If his sight wasn’t deceiving him - and at this early time it very well could have been - it was six o’clock sharp. Which was decidedly not his usual waking hour. He sat up in a slow, lurching arc, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “Mrr?”

It took a some extra knock-knocking and a dash more rap-tapping before Twilight finally managed to fall out of bed. His fuzzy pajamas, white with an inlaid gold weave, clung tight at the crotch, where his ever-eager cock was busying itself for a fresh new day. Creases by his thigh smoothed out immediately as a slowly-thickening bulge shimmied its way down to his knee. As Princess Celestia so liked to say: “Twilight might not be a morning unicorn at heart, but some parts of him can always be counted on to rise with the Sun.” Little Twilight was more than ready to tackle the morning… even if big Twilight wasn’t quite up to it just yet.

Twilight lumbered sleepily over to the door of his chambers, still mumbling half-remembered fragments from his dreams. Perhaps, just maybe, he was still dreaming. Surely there was no good reason for Rarity, of all ponies, to come and see him right now. More likely his subconscious mind had been deeply affected by all the kerfuffle with her yesterday, and was now teasing him with an imaginary copy of her lusciously curvy form.

He wouldn’t put it past himself to think up something like that. After that wildly dreamy tryst he’d had with Princess Luna, it was clear that even his most peaceful nights wouldn’t be safe from beautiful mares making imaginary booty calls. Oh, well~

But the Rarity who met him at the door was very solid, and all too real. He certainly couldn’t have imagined the outfit she greeted him in: a supremely tight grey running shirt, and a pair of black shorts stretched so thin they might as well have been transparent. Her mane, wonderfully styled as always, was kept back by a sweatband imprinted with her trademark blue-diamonds cutie mark. “Twilight!” she said, impatiently tapping at a sporty little watch on her wrist. “It took you nearly two minutes just to answer the door! How in Celestia’s Equestria do you expect to beat that Trixie mare in your magic duel if you fritter away all the time you could have spent training?”

"Mm... Ahh… Hey there, Rarity…" Twilight hemmed and hawed, turning this way and that. He was starting to wake, slowly but surely, now that Rarity was here. Just the sight alone of the long-maned Unicorn was an invigorator for masculinity; any of Celestia's subjects could perform superhuman feats of strength and bravery with that muffin-topped debutante cheering them on from the sidelines.

Twilight's eyes roamed. He took in the sinfully curvaceous form of his friend, and once again thanked whatever God had seen fit to surround him with such sexy ponies. He was a bright boy, after all, and he knew exactly how much other stallions had to fuss and struggle to get the attentions of even a single mare. He’d need a pen and some paper to figure out exactly how lucky he was, but if he had to make an educated guess, Lady Luck had obviously taken a personal interest in him as well.

"Come inside while I get washed up?" he finally said, before turning to the stallion guard standing by her side. The poor fellow was already beginning to apologize for allowing such a bombastic threat this deep into Canterlot Castle, but Twilight simply shushed him with a gentle wave of his hand. "It's quite alright, Burlap Chafe. I think it would have taken the whole - yawn~ - platoon to keep Rarity out."

Twilight's stomach growled, and he sagged visibly, just about collapsing onto the taller, broader stallion. His soft hands scrabbled against the stud's iron breastplate, working to find a gentle purchase in his current helpless state. "Nnnh... Sorry… It’s a little early for me."

When the other stallion raised those heavily-muscled arms to steady the cutie colt, squeezing Twilight's shoulders in the process, Rarity just about popped a nosebleed. The handsome little magician gave her a sheepish smile, a quiet plea already at his lips: "And, uh, I could really use some breakfast…"

"So, what's the plan for today?" asked Twilight, teeth crunching through a big mouthful of Moonmallows. Rarity glanced a dagger at the bowl of sugary cereal out of the corner of her eye; her personal trainer would have a fit if she ever saw Rarity eating something so sugary. Her eyes fell to the splendid swell of her own pudgy gut, then trailed to Twilight's softly-rounded belly... He was actually just a hair skinnier than her.

Well, that was just to be expected when his ‘personal trainer’ was the Princess, wasn't it? She leaned back in her seat, drumming fingers on her stomach, trying not to feel jealous. "Just a few little warm-ups before we go to battle Trixie, dearest! I’ve been learning some fascinating massage techniques for smoothing out one's chakras, and they could be just the edge you need to beat her. You'll love it, I promise!"

She dipped her gaze down to her handbag, resting on the floor beside her. The Tiara from last night was slightly poking out of the corner, and she soon leant down, driving it down to the bottom of her knick-knacks with a fingertip. There would come a time and a place when she would show it off to Twilight, but that was neither here nor now!

After all, now was the time for something much more important: defeating Trixie! And Rarity, smart cookie she was, had developed a very comprehensive plan for doing exactly that.

“The first thing we shall do,” she said, snatching up Twilight’s bowl of sugar-frosted Moonmallows, “is get your diet on track. A cereal like this is hardly the breakfast of a champion!”

And then, before the poor unicorn could raise even a single objection, Rarity dumped the bowl’s contents straight out his window - hopefully not onto anything important. She had half a mind to do the same with the cookie jar sitting brazenly on his nightstand, but she’d have to be some sort of nightmarish demoness to deprive him of even those hard-won treats. Instead, she decided to ring the service bell and order him something much more healthier.

“There!” she said proudly, once Twilight was seated in front of a veritable breakfast feast. “Now this is a spread more suited for a prizefighter such as yourself, don’t you think?”

“Mm!” Twilight nodded, busily sucking down pineapple fruit smoothies in between bites of his omelette. It didn’t quite give the same sugary rush that Moonmallows provided, but Rarity had assured him that his meal contained all of the most important nutrients for his competition with Trixie, and from how good he felt after eating it, he was inclined to believe her! “Thanks, Rarity!”

“My pleasure, Twilight,” Rarity said warmly, her heart melting already with Twilight’s earnest praise. And to think how much more he would thank her after the rest of her training schedule! She only had a few hours to make Twilight into a lean, mean, magic-dueling machine, and with so little time she would most likely need to forgo the mean part and settle for simply lean. “Now keep eating. Chop chop!”

While Twilight wolfed down the last of his smoothies, Rarity made her move. She slipped around behind little Twilight in his high-backed chair, casting a single large, lusciously-rounded shadow across the back of his head... and two more, bigger shadows across the length of the table. "Now, relax dearie... and let fair Lady Rarity work her magic. You're not the only one with a magic touch around here, you know."

While Twilight sucked and slurped, Rarity probed and molested, beginning by lightly massaging and rubbing the prettyboy's shoulders, and soon settling in to giving him the full Rarity special. Those manicured hands with the painted nails weren't just for show, and wherever Rarity's gentle touch alighted, Twilight felt aches and pains being vacuumed up out of his body, and a fresh, cool calm taking its place.

Suck suck. Rub Rub. The Rarity Special was becoming a rapid success, and soon the stallion was sinking back into the depths of his comfy chair, cushioning his head against the almighty swell of his gentle marefriend's pale jugs, his ears engulfed in a warmth only a mare as fabulously stacked as Rarity could provide. "Is that gooooood, darling? Do you feel gooooood~? I know you must feel so amazing being the most handsome little colt in all of Canterlot, mmhmh, but we're going to make you feel even better!"

A little part of Rarity was glad Twilight couldn't see her face at the moment... Up until now, the morning's interactions had been quite platonic, with her simply playing the part of a concerned friend urging her charming young stallion chum to stand up for himself and make a good showing in his match against his rival. But here, with her hands all over him, crawling down his chest and rubbing that slender back of his, Rarity soon felt that heat from last night returning. In her gut and in her womb, a fire was alighting, roaring higher with every second spent exploring her favourite stallion’s body.

A kiss would be fine. Yes, he'd like that. Just tilt his head back and... and...

Rarity had already been leaning in when she came to her senses. Again, the urge to force herself on him was flaring up again, pulsing in the back of her mind. It would be so easy to claim him. He might hesitate at first, but once he saw how strong she was... his little heart would just melt, and his cute cock would stand up nice and high and proud.

Rarity's fingers tensed up in Twilight's jim-jams so tight it felt like the fabric might tear under her fingers. She hyperventilated, huffly puffs and puffly huffs of gasping Rari-breaths blasting hot and heavy on the nape of his neck.

"R-Rarity?" Twilight asked, a note of fear creeping into his voice even as his member began to engorge. Females staking their claim on him, getting rough with him, always had the cute stallion horny and ready to fuck - even when his fight or flight mechanism was squeaking at him to head for the hills. Talk about a silly cutie~

"Hhhh... Hhhh... Mmmnghh... Ahh..."

All of a sudden, Rarity caught a glimpse of her expression in the window: eyes wide, pupils dilated. Her mouth was half-open in something like a snarl, something like a lecherous grin. And her pride and joy, those near-Fluttershy sized milkers wobbling on her front-end, were heaving with each laboured breath. A fleck of drool dribbled from her chin. "Hhnnn..."

It was as if she was already wearing that Tiara. As if the power to take everything she wanted was already inside of her!

"Rarity! You're scaring me!"

And then, the black haze descending onto her mind vanished. Her handbag tipped over, the Tiara almost spilling out. She thought for a moment she saw a black light glowing within its depths.

"A-Ah. I'm terribly sorry, Twilight! I don't know what came over me. Ah, let's continue..."

The Rarity Special resumed, and Rarity put the odd moment out of mind... Or rather, it felt like it was forced down, suppressed beneath all conscious thought. She welcomed the sensation, like someone who had just felt a niggling itch finally pass them by.

Soon, she had Twilight down on the floor, experimenting with a host of body-contorting stretches and poses that would be guaranteed to help him dodge Trixie’s villainous spells. Lots of limbering and toning! Twilight seemed to relax as well, and soon he was often looking to her - or, perhaps more accurately, her ample bust and generous hips - for help in his poses. It was as if their little moment had never even happened... Soon she was even helping him into a perverted Relaxing Swan... not that she'd even meant to in the slightest!

Alas, eventually, the tense moment between the friends who could be more had to come to an end. A chime echoed about Twilight’s chambers as the hour of eight o'clock finally rolled around. It was time for his duel!

And that was where the problems began. Somewhat for Twilight, but very predominantly for Rarity. She was about to have a very bad, yet also very good, day.

At first she was happy just to be along with her good chum Twilight, who looked so fetching in one of his nicer dresses. Over the moon, one could say. Having lived in Manehattan all her life, this was Rarity’s first real taste of adventure... and the thought that Twilight did things like this all the time just made her yearn for more! Never before had she so very much wanted to be a part of the handsome little stallion’s life.

The problems began when they arrived at the wreckage of the Sloppy Joe’s burger joint. That was, after all, where Trixie had asked them to meet her... and yet there was no sign of the cheeky magician anywhere!

Rarity kicked a stray rock, hands stuffed into her skirt pockets. “Now how about that!” she said, quite huffily. “No sign of her at all. I suppose the only trick that troublesome Unicorn knows is how to make our patience disappear!”

A grin spread suddenly across her face, little gears turning busily in her mind. “Well, there’s nothing for it, I suppose. No Trixie means no duel, mm? That just means we have the rest of the day to carry things on at my place! I have a lovely pussy I’m simply dying to show you.” A pause, and then: “Her name is Opal!”

But, at least for the time being, Twilight seemed interested in neither Rarity’s pussy nor her cat. Instead, the pretty librarian was standing on the edge of the wide-open crater, still smoldering with excess burger grease. He took a few hesitant steps forward, and having taken great care not to fall over on his face, began skipping and slipping down to its bottom.

As more and more of the rubble from yesterday’s chaos had been carted off on the shoulders of strong Earth ponies, the blackened and charred crater now yielded up new information to the pair. Parts of the ground had been left unscorched and, amazingly, they seemed to form some manner of magical sigils.

Twilight reached deep into a pocket and flicked out a pair of reading glasses, settling them atop his perky schnozz. He leaned closer, staring intently, while a random Rarity peeped over his shoulder.

“Twilight, darling? Did you find something?”

The ladycolt nodded, squatting down in the dirt. His silken skirts fanned out over his lusciously thick thighs, creeping up over a bottom as thick as any mare’s. “Yes... Look! It seems Trixie is more skilled in magic than we could have guessed.”

“Whatever do you mean, dearest?” she asked, leaning in to resume her earlier massage on his shoulders. “From what I saw of her, she hardly seemed all that much more than conjurer of cheap tricks!”

“Put simply, Rarity, these are Jogarithmic Algorithms, a cryptographic language invented by the great Mathemagician Tracksuit over five-hundred years ago! Once the expressions are decoded, and reduced to their simplest functions, they can be rendered as guide markers for travellers on journeys.”

“Darling, you can’t be saying Trixie came back here after we left. Shifting all this dirt around to spell some letters would take hours without being disturbed.” Rarity’s fingers pressed a bit deeper into Twilight’s slender shoulders, peering at him over the tops of her shuttered sunglasses. She smiled, and one of her mischievous hands rose up to give him a playful bop on the nose. “It’s simply not plausible.”

Twilight pushed his glasses up his nose. “No, that’s exactly it, Rarity! It wasn’t the magical carvings that surprised me so much, it was the method in which they were placed. When you released that - ah - chaotic blast of magic yesterday, Trixie was able to impair the weave slightly. Like tugging at a thread sticking out of a ball of yarn, really.”

He waved his hands towards the sigils. “In the time between you releasing your energy and Sloppy Joe’s collapsing like a Sloppy Joe, Trixie had not only siphoned off some of your spell’s energy, but she’d recalibrated the overall conjuration.”

“...In plain words, pretty please?”

Twilight thrust one fist into his other palm. “She stamped this message on the underside of your explosion. She might not be as powerful as either of us, but the subtlety of this spell speaks volumes about her skills!”

After that explanation, Rarity felt like she had to pick her jaw up off the ground. And this Unicorn was supposed to be Twilight’s stalker? She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head. It just wasn’t fair... Just what sort of pony was this ‘Trixie’?

It was bad enough that her intent to do the horizontal mambo with the femboy of her dreams had been interrupted by some hysterical loon, but to find out she was a dangerous loon on top of that… Nine in the morning though it might have been, Rarity still felt like she could use a stiff drink.

“Well, anyway!” she finally said, breaking the silence. With a flourish, she magically poofed off her tracksuit. Where it had form-fit previously now she wore a sexy librarian costume, courtesy of a ruffled white blouse, slitted pencil-skirt, gaudy earrings and some very chunky platform stilettos. “I studied Doubles in Algebrayics at Manehattan U., so why not let your good friend Rarity help you out with this little - ”

“Finished!” said Twilight proudly, snapping shut a spiral-bound notebook. The algorithms lead us just a few leagues out of Canterlot, and down the bank of a river. We’d better get going, I don’t know how many more steps there are like this...”

“Oh. Well. Alright, then.” Rarity pouted, bending the last part of her costume, a little wooden pointer stick, between her fingers. She could already feel it, right down to the bottom of her stilettos: this was going to be a long day.