Las Pegasus, the city was known by many names, the city of one thousand sins, the city of fortune and misery, the shining gem. It was a city where in a matter of moments fortunes could be made and lost. On the surface it appeared to be a beautiful destination where tourists came to watch the dancing fountains, watch fabulous shows with stallions and mares wearing glittering outfits, where ponies would spend their hard earned bits on games of chance. Every restaurant, casino, theme park, bar, hotel and club was sparkling clean. This was the city of famous celebrities of yesterday and today, like Elvis Prancely, Frank Saunterata, Quill and Tailor, Princess Clopclop. If one merely knew where to look, Las Pegasus was also a city of filth and debauchery. This was the city of Spiro Equine, Al Cloppone, John Galloping. On one hoof mares and stallions brought their foals for a family-friendly vacation, on the opposite hoof mobsters and crooked buisnessponies made shady deals in smoke-filled back rooms. Rumors were common about some poor farmer or laborer making a fortune off their last bit, in the same breath rumors also circled about some shady pony found dead in an alleyway. As long the bits made their way to the right hooves and the less the legal actions were kept away from the neon lights, for the most part the shady ponies operated with impunity.

Into this den of vice and virtue traveled a unicorn mare with her wagon of ill gotten gems. Rarity looked around equal parts dazzled by the beautiful lights and nearly crippled by depression. She stopped on a street corner, her eyes immediately drawn to a broken down old stallion begging for loose bits. "Good heads, I toss him some gems, bad heads, I smash his head into the wall.", she whispered to herself. Flipping the coin in the air, she caught it on a hoof. Giving a satisfied grunt, she reach onto the cart grabbing a hoofful of gems and tossed them to the old stallion, then walked off.

Rarity stood at an intersection, looking one way she stared at the casinos, theme parks and lavish hotels on the strip, all lit up with glittering neon signs, looking the other way to the rundown part of town filled with cheap motels, liquor stores and pawn shops. "Good heads, I stay at a hotel, bad heads, I stay at a motel." She tossed the coin in the air and caught it in a hoof, it landed on bad heads. Walking down the dirty streets of the rundown neighborhood, she paused outside a pawn shop, taking in a breath, she walked in. Looking over the merchandise, her eyes landed on an old crossbow hanging on the wall behind the counter.

The cashier walked up behind the counter and said, "How can I help you?"

Rarity placed some gems on the counter. "The crossbow please."

The cashier placed some forms on the counter, a quill and in inkwell. "You've got a good eye, that's an antique from the Griffonstone border skirmish nearly one hundred years ago. There's a three day waiting period on all weapons bought while we run a background check." He pointed his hoof to several lines. "Signature here, here, here and here, initials here and here and a hoofprint here please."

Rarity placed another hoofful of gems on the counter. "I'm sure we can come to an...agreement."

The chasier inspected some of the gems, then slid the forms back behind the counter. "Yes, I believe we have an agreement." He placed the crossbow and a small box of bolts on the counter. "Pleasure doing business, please come again."

Rarity placed the crossbow and bolts in the cart, then walked out the pawn shop. Walking down the street, she turned into a nearby motel, entered into office and rang the bell on the desk.

The receptionist walked up to the desk and looked Rarity over. "How can I help you today?", she asked.

"I'd like a room please.", Rarity said placing a gem on the desk.

The receptionist took the gem and slid over a guest ledger. "Sign here please." When Rarity placed another gem on the desk, the receptionist smiled knowingly and signed an "X" on the ledger. "Room three-one-eight.", she said placing a key on the desk.

Rarity took the key and walked out the lobby. Opening the door, she levitated the remaining gems, crossbow and bolt into the room, them walked in behind them. Switching on the light, she looked, she looked around the room, it had definitely seen better days, the walls need a fresh coat of paint, the heavily worn carpet looked like it need vacuuming and the bed, though made, sagged in the middle where it needed replacing long ago. Walking through the room, she stopped in front of the mirror hanging over the dresser and scowled. "Stop judging me!", she screamed at her reflection. Grabbing the nearby coffee pot, she hurled it at the mirror, shattering it.

Rarity panted, staring at the shards of the mirror laying on the floor. Sliding a chair over to the door, she wedged the back of it under the door handle, grabbed the crossbow and cocked the string, then pulled a bolt from the box. Sliding the bolt into the slot on the crossbow, walked over to the bed and sat on it with her back propped against the wall. She placed the the end of the crossbow under her chin and lowered a shaking hoof to the tickler.

"What do you think you're doing?", a voice said from a shard of the mirror laying near the bed.

Rarity looked down at her reflection in the shard. "What does it look like?", she said.

"That's not how we do this.", the reflection said back to Rarity, "The coin decides. Good heads, we put that bolt through our head, bad heads, you let me in control and we do something a little more...fabulous."

Rarity sighed before picking up the coin and flipping it through the air. Landing in her hoof, it came up bad heads. "Good...good!", the reflection in the mirror shard cackled up at her.

"Who are you? What's your name?", Rarity asked the reflection.

The reflection rubbed its chin thought. "I guess if you're good Rarity, then I'm bad Rarity. Now we do something more fabulous. Get the brochures from the nightstand."

Laying out the brochures on the bed, good Rarity and bad Rarity looked over them. "This one.", bad Rarity said in a husky voice, tapping her hoof on a casino called the Marelogio. "How will we do this?", good Rarity asked. Bad Rarity cackled huskily, "Don't you worry your pretty little half about that, leave it up to me." The bad Rarity smiled from the shards of the mirror while good Rarity matched the expression.

Author's Note

Now begins the rise of the two-headed mare.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you all enjoy.

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