Angel landed quietly despite her powerful jump. Her large soft paws struck the hard stone and she continued to fall for that precious moment, decreasing the impact force of her landing considerably even as she turned her head towards her next target, her short tail wagging excitedly. With a great releasing of the coiled strength building in her muscles, compressed with the landing, she threw herself airborne.

It was night, or almost. The sky was a mix of oranges and reds. There were less ponies around, most heading indoors to prepare for night. That suited her just fine. Ponies got angry at her so easily, and she didn't like it when they yelled at her. She craned her head back as she soared, admiring the glittering castle she was approaching. So much of it reflected even the dimming light.

It was the holding place of shinies, obviously. She had worked her way towards it, bit by bit, night by night. Would that night be the one? She smiled a little to herself, rebounding off a roof towards it. "Yes," she said to herself, answering her internal question. "Tonight good night." Sure, she'd have to be extra super careful. The castle had ponies up at all times, day and night. They would surely yell at her if they saw her.

She heard a soft gasp, a little pony watching her massive frame blot out the light a moment as she soared overhead in an athletic jump. She paid the little one no mind, past them in a flash. The little ones usually gaped, wailed, or ran. Few actually shouted at her. They were meaningless in her quest.

"Your bath is ready, Trash Prince." The maid dipped her head low, ears off to either side in a show of submission. "Can I get you anything else?"

"Mmm, no, that will be all." The noble, Trash Prince, blinked his long lashes, thicker than many mares. He let an ear fall off to the side, weighed down by a heavy golden stud that glimmered in it. "I'll be enjoying that bath in a moment," he promised. "You're off duty for today."

"As you say." She slipped away, but not to go off duty. She had a castle full of other ponies besides him, and they needed her even if he didn't. The work of a maid was rarely over.

Trash stepped towards the window, giving a little toss of his mane along the way. With a glowing horn, he bid the window open for him, allowing the cool evening breeze in. "Maybe I should get a snack first..." Oh the competing desires. He turned away from the window, bored with it already and wandered deeper into his room, his tufted tail giving an agitated flick. "Snack, bath, then dessert? No, dessert in the bath!"

His tired-looking eyes lifted a little as he smiled, perfectly pleased with his idea. He strode from the room with a purpose, off to secure things.

Sailing through the open window came a furry form, catching about halfway in. Angel frowned and scrambled, pulling herself the rest of the way through the window with a little pop of a noise. She made it! Her eyes slowly swept across the room, nose twitching softly. A mare lived there, she decided. That wasn't that unusual for the castle.

Her eyes were being drawn towards glittering things. A collection of crowns. An array of silver and gold scepters of various sizes and lengths. Some had points, some did not. Some had great jewels at the end. She reached for them, trailing her large paw over them slowly with a slow gasp. It was everything she could have... wait.

She lowered her head to a cabinet where a bead hung free on a string. Angel's ears lifted a moment as she reached for it, pulling it open just for a mass of jewelry to fall free. The one bead had been part of a pearl necklace that now lay on the floor, buried among friends and peers.

Angel's eyes went wide as she crashed to her haunches, gaping at the collection beyond any that she had found before. She wasn't even sure what to do. Normally she'd be happy to find one shiny thing to pick up and run away with, but there was so much. Which did she take?

A knock came from the door, a hoof clopping on wood. "Sir? Everything alright in there? The servants saw something," asked a concerned male voice.

Angel flinched back away from the voice and went as quiet as she could be.

"Sir?" The knocking repeated, each touch of the hoof on the wood like a gavel of a judge, sentencing her to doom.

"Everything al--"

"He's taking a bath," came a female voice, muffled by the closed door. "He's not in there."

He? Angel looked around with a little frown. She had smelled a female, not a male. Either way, the two were leaving. She could hear their hoofsteps receding from the door. She was safe... She just had to pick which things she'd take with her. Oh, if only she had a bag or something, but she had nothing but her big paws and her big back, but things she put on her back tended to fall off.

That wouldn't do! She just had to pick the best, most shiny, most amazing thing. She stood up, looking over the treasure pile, licking her lips indecisively. Oh! Oh... Angel began to giggle, realizing the answer. She worked free that pearl bead necklace and threw it up, catching it on her horned head. With a little shaking of her head, great ears flopping about, it fell down around her neck, secure and ready to move. With growing mirth and delight, she began grabbing anything that could hang off of herself.

She affixed clip-on earrings along her ears, making each big floppy mass glitter and shine. She was becoming the shiny! Her heartbeat pounded with excitement at the idea of adorning herself with so much. Every pendant she put on; every bracelet she slipped onto her arms; every ring she worked her fat fingers through, she was living a dream she never even knew she had.

There were also many pierced earrings, but she left those alone. They were sharp! She wanted shinies, not sharp. She placed one of the crowns on her head. The first was too small and just hung on one of her horns. She put it away and tried another, and another after that, gazing in a convenient mirror to study how they looked. There. One was larger than the others, and fit snugly around both her horns at once. It wouldn't fall and she smiled at the image of golden glory on her head. She was... breathtaking. She could tell, she could barely breathe admiring herself.

"Oh my my my," came a male voice from behind her. She jumped up, making it halfway to the tall ceiling of the room and coming down facing the source of the voice. "Just look at you," spoke the pony that approached, his tail swaying, a crown resting on his damp mane, a smile on his lips. "I don't know what you are, but you are looking blinged out..."

Angel glanced to the window, but his eyes followed hers. Before she could jump, it slapped shut, glowing with the same golden hue as his horn. "Don't be in such a rush, pretty thing. You wear it so well, oh yes, far better than it just lying around. Just look at you!" He threw a hoof at her, waving it across her massive form. "Do you like it?"

Did she like it? She tilted her head at him with obvious confusion.

"Can you talk?" he tried, rolling the same hoof in the air. "Who's a good..." He tilted his head, looking over her. He didn't see the parts that would imply otherwise. "--girl?"

Speaking of that, her nose danced. Female. He smelled female. Why did he smell female?! Everything had gone from perfect to an uncontrollable tailspin in an instant. Breathing fast and shallow, she took a step away from him in an awkward motion. Her people were made for jumping, not stepping really.

"Now now, don't be shy," he cooed, fluttering those too-thick lashes of his at her. "I'm just a friend. And you, I think, could be a lovely little pet. Ooo, I always wanted one of those! Celly has her fire bird, pfft, who'd want that, burning my mane and jewelry? No no no no no! You're better, so soft and big and you wear jewelry so good!" He sat on his haunches and clip-clopped his hooves together with naked joy. "Guards!" he called.

Her eyes widened. He was calling for help. She bounded right over his head, sailing for the window she had come through.

Everything went dark. Her entire front was caught in something. She landed in an uneven heap, thrashing and kicking. She couldn't see the golden trashcan that had been summoned over her front, blocking her vision. She could hear the door opening. More ponies were coming. She'd be yelled at. She'd be caught. They'd maybe hurt her? She wasn't sure but it wasn't good! She got her hindfeet up against the lip of the can that was around her front and heaved as powerfully as she could, coiled into an unhappy ball to make it happen.

There, it moved, just a precious inch, but it meant it could move more. She moved her feet a little and pushed harder, working it up and off. With a loud suction pop, it came free. She could see the room!

There were three guards around her, spears already pointed at her. Their horns were glowing, holding up a big net. "Easy there," assured Trash Prince. "They're not going to hurt you, just relax."

She was feeling many things; relaxed not being one of them. Angel bounced up and lashed out a paw, hoping to kick one of the guards, but her jump was a signal to them, the net coming in, wrapping down and around her, held in all their magic, it coiled tightly and she hit the ground in a great mass of unhappy tsuki. She had been captured.

"We're going to be such good friends," promised the Prince with a lazy smile. "Get her a nice comfortable cage." He turned away from her, trotting towards his scattered jewelry. "And bring a maid to clean all this up. My new pet was a naughty little girl."

"Should we put her in the kennel?" asked one of the guards with a raised brow.

She could see Prince's backside and her brows went up together. He was not a stallion! From behind it was quite obvious that he was... a she, despite his, her? Their, despite their masculine voice and appearance from the front.

He tossed his head, the heavy gold ring that rested in his nose jostling, but his little crown didn't bounce at all. "No, that just won't do. She's my pet. I will train her and love her." He giggled a little, excited about the idea clearly. "Oh look at you..." His magic began to pluck up bits of jewelry that had fallen to the floor in her manic escape attempt. Clasped on earrings had fallen free to the floor and he collected them up, adding them to the original pile to be cleaned. "You like playing dress up? That's good. I do too."

Angel had been captured by some strange stallion-mare of a pony. She wriggled, but the net was quite tight and wouldn't let her get any leverage. She opened her mouth, trying to bite at the nearest thread, but it moved away from her as she fell over. She was being pulled by the guards. "Yes, Sir," assured one. "We're on the case."

She was soon placed in a bright gold cage. For better or worse, Trash Prince had not reclaimed a single bit of jewelry that she still wore. She still shined so bright.

But she didn't feel as good about it anymore.

Author's Note

Angel is captured, oh no! Welcome to this, a story of a different tsuki not from their nation. She is not Toby, and her adventures will surely be different. Done for a patron and will be updated 1/2 weeks!

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