That Time I conquered Equestria... As A Colt

It was a calm Monday night in Canterlot. Very few ponies were still out – at least very few that did so with good intentions. Among those few ponies were four foals, three fillies and one colt, who were all dressed like the offspring of high nobilitiy.

“Why do I have to wear this again?” Scootaloo whined for the umpteenth time.

“Don’t be such a baby, Scoots! I find my dress absolutely marvellous.” Sweetie Belle said, dancing around her friend.

“Yer becomin’ more and more like yer sister, Sweetie.” Applebloom noted. “Don’t cha worry, Scoots, we’re in this t’gether.” She held out a hoof to Scootaloo, which she then bumped with her own.

“I don’t know why you’re hating these dresses so much. I think they look pretty good.” Frosty commented.

“Oh... r-really? Okay, uhm cool… yeah, uh, I don’t really think they’re that bad either.” Scootaloo said, flushing a bit and looking away.

“…Wow, ya really changed a lot since we b’came Frosty’s marefriends.” Applebloom pointed out.

“W-What? No, I didn’t!” Scootaloo immediately shot back.

“Ya did.”

“Did not!”

“Did yes!”

“Did not!”

“Did—“

“GIRLS!” Frosty interrupted them. “I know that teasing each other is fun, but we sadly don’t have time for that right now. We’re almost there.”

A few meters further down the road, one could see a building that sat a bit secluded with a few flashing lights on it and a bouncer in front. The building itself looked like it was a noble estate, squeezed onto a commercial plot – which, in essence, it was. A house, where members of the high class could meet and enjoy a little… fun time. That was also the reason why there was no queue. Most if not all of the visitors came in through the VIP entrance and those few that didn’t probably didn’t hold up to the club’s standards anyways.

Sadly, neither of the four had a VIP-pass, so they too had to try their luck at the normal entrance. They walked up in front of the bouncer, clinging tightly to one another to make him think that Frosty was just some rich playcolt and would hopefully let them through.

“Good evening. I’m Fair Count, son of Safe Count. You surely know who that is.”

The bouncer looked down to them with a doubtful look.

“Yes, I know who that is. In fact, I know very well who that is. Well enough to know that he doesn’t have a son in your age. Now shoo off, kiddo. This club isn’t anything for you anyways."

“Oh, yeah, well, you see… he doesn’t really talk about me. Says that I’m–“

“You can stop right there. I just said that I know you aren’t his son and you know why that is? I am his son.” The bouncer claimed.

“What? Why does the son of somepony who is so well off work as a bouncer?” Frosty asked sceptically.

“Simple: so that colts like you don’t annoy him. Now for the last time: buck off or I’ll stop being nice and kick you across the street!” the bouncer threatened.

Frosty looked over his shoulder to the fillies. “Well girls, I tried. It would seem that we don’t get in this way.”

“You aren’t getting ANY way, you stupid—“

A short purple flash shot through Frosty’s horn and his eyes became red dots. The bouncer started stumbling, but caught himself and looked down to Frosty again, now with a slight purple shimmer in his eyes.

“Greetings, young master. How can I be of service to you?” He asked in a much humbler and nicer tone than before.

“Greetings, I merely need you to open the doors for us right now.” Frosty answered.

“Certainly, my master. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The bouncer asked while moving toward the door.

“Yes, actually. I want you to resume the life of your host as if nothing happened and inform me about anything worth of note regarding Safe Count or his family.” Frosty ordered.

“Understood. I will send any noteworthy actions directly to you over the mind link.” The bouncer answered.

Frosty suppressed a triumphant ‘Ah-ha!’ when his blind guess turned out to be correct. So there was a way for him to communicate and even travel directly between his subjects through the use of necromancy that he didn’t know about and who knows what else there is that he didn’t know? Frosty concluded that he really should ask Pharynx to tell him everything saved within the Great Expanse, even the things that he already knows. Maybe he can learn something new even about the things he already learned?

But that wasn’t important now. What was important now was that their goal for this night was right beyond this door and that they just needed to step through it.

It was a busy day in the ‚Frilly Filly‘. The mares at work were going to and fro, servicing their ‚guests‘, who were mostly nobles, with the odd Gangster Boss mixed in-between. Given the nature of the establishment, it was only natural for those closer to the entrance to wonder about the entrance of four foals, three fillies and one colt.

„Whoa.“ Scootaloo exclaimed as they entered the large main room. „This place is HUGE!“

„Yeah… and tha dresses those mares wear make me understand what you meant earlier about this place…“ Applebloom added.

Truly, given their purpose, all the mares working there wore clothes not to hide anything, but on the contrary, to even draw MORE attention to their naughty parts.

„Indeed. Certainly not a place for sweet little fillies like you are and neither a place where a colt like me should be found. However, we can’t worry about things like these now. After all we came here for something important.” Frosty stated, before moving down the middle alley with the CMCs falling into step behind him.

All three of the fillies wore dresses which were fitting to their owner’s coat in colour, while Frosty wore a simple black business suit with a fedora hat. Their outfits were one of the reasons why the guests that noticed them weren’t all that alarmed about their presence, even if it got them an odd look or another. After all, adults with the body size of a foal were rare, sure, but not unheard of.

The four made their way further into the establishment, heading straight for a table, which was already occupied. Its occupant was a large, brown stallion. Officially, his name was Safe Count and he was an accountant in the royal financial department. Unofficially, however, he was the head of the biggest Mafia in Equestria. His Influence stretched from Canterlot far into the major cities like Las Pegasus or Manehattan. He was also a regular at the ‘Frilly Filly’ and the mares here knew about his true identity. Did they care? Oh yes, they certainly did, or else there probably wouldn’t be hundreds of them swarming all around him.

Spotting his target, Frosty picked up his pace and the CMC followed close behind and when they finally reached the Stallion’s table, they sat down directly opposite of him, which of course immediately grabbed his attention.

“What? Three fillies and a colt? Hah, how did you even get in here? Ah, doesn’t matter, what do you want? I don’t sell ice cream and I won’t donate to some orphanage, just so you know.”

“Good day, mister Safe Count. Do not worry, we are not here to waste your time with some donation or anything of that sort. Rather, I wanted to propose a deal. The… off-the-books kind of deal, if you know what I mean…” Frosty said, smirking at the stallion directly in front of him.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean? Who are you?” The stallion asked, not amused in the slightest.

“Oh come on, mister Safe Count, we know that you aren’t just some accountant. Like I said, we want to strike up a deal with you and I promise you that it will be beneficial to both sides.” Frosty answered.

“I told you to tell me your name, kiddo. If you know as much as you claim then you certainly know that I am not one to play games with.” Safe Count half-threatened, though Frosty remained calm.

“Oh please, I just told you this is going to be off the books. Let’s just keep my name off the record for this.”

“No, I said I WANT YOUR NAME!!!” Safe Count shouted, slamming a hoof on the table, making Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom flinch back and scoot closer to Frosty, who had remained completely calm.

“Well, well…” He started. “If you insist, I suppose it can’t be helped. I shall give you my name. My name is… Frozen Blood.”

As soon as the name was spoken, the room went completely silent. The mere mention of this name had caused every bit of conversation to be cut and Safe Count was now the one to flinch back.

Frosty only chuckled from the reaction his name was causing after only so little time and was excited to see, which extent this reaction would have later on. For now, though, the reaction he was getting was a thrilling experience in its own right.

“W-wait, you mean… you’re that necromancer that survived a blast from the princess herself?” Safe Count asked hesitantly.

“The one and only.” Frosty answered him.

Safe Count scooted back a bit more, but then his expression changed to a smile. He started chuckling, then giggling and then outright burst with laughter, with the rest of the room following suit.

“You wimp claim to be the single most feared unicorn at the moment? HA! Don’t make me laugh, kiddo. Foals like you four better don’t test my temper or they will end up where their parents won’t ever find them again.”

Frosty let a short, half-sided smile slip across his face. “That is not an issue, good sir, as I have no parents to search for me in the first place.” He said calmly, pushing his fedora up ever so slightly and looking Safe Count directly into his eyes.

“Heh, well that makes this an easy affair, really. If there’s nopony to search for you, then there’s nopony that might call the guards either.” He said, before turning around and waving at a few stallions that were sitting in the next aisle over. “Gentlemen, please deal with him for me.”

At his command, the stallions got up and walked over to Frosty, cutting off all his escape routes.

“Ah. I see you’re dead set on not letting me escape alive.” Frosty noted flatly.

“Quite indeed, young colt. It’s just too bad for these cute fillies you have there. Girls like these sell for quite amazing prices on the black market.”

“I can imagine, they’re my greatest treasure, after all. I have to disappoint you, however: Neither am I planning on dying here, nor are these four beauties for sale.” Frosty joked.

“We will see about that. Kill them.” Safe count ordered.

The stallions closed in on Frosty and the CMC, who were fearfully looking at the tightening circle around them. Frosty, however, still remained calm.

“We will see about that, indeed.” He said, before his horn flashed purple and the stallions around them collapsed. His red dots meanwhile remained fixed on Safe Count, who was now giving him a shocked look.

A short moment of silence ensued, before one could hear multiple of the mares present – employees and guests alike – scream in terror and trying to make their way towards the exit. However, when they tried to get through, their path was blocked by the bouncer.

The henchponies that lay dead on the floor slowly crumbled to dust, leaving only a few small piles behind. If one watched closely enough, one could see a few specks of dust be drawn towards Frosty, as he absorbed the souls and remaining lifeforce from the corpses.

Frosty kept his eyes on Safe Count throughout this whole ordeal. The poor stallion now looked like the mere existence of the colt in front of him was ripping his soul apart and in a sense, he was right.

“So, mister Safe Count… now that this little game of ours has concluded, how about we start the actual negotiations?”

Rainbow Dash arrived at Sweet Apple Acres late in the afternoon. Applejack had asked her to come over after work, but didn’t say a reason for it. Maybe she wanted to settle a score? Their hoof wrestling scores were still tied, after all.

“Darling, what a coincidence to meet you here. Were you also about to visit Applejack?” A familiar, overly lady-like voice called from behind her.

“Hey there, Rares. Actually, Applejack asked me to come over. I don’t know why though.” Rainbow greeted her.

“Oh really? My, that’s quite strange indeed. I am also here because she asked me to come. I wonder if anypony else got called here today.” Rarity asked out loud.

Both mares then looked around for a few moments, but nothing happened.

“Well, if anypony else got invited then Pinkie isn’t among them.” Rainbow noted, when no pink party pony popped out of nowhere.

“It would seem so and since Twilight is always on point and Fluttershy clings to you like a barnacle… it seems we really are the only ones.” Rarity noted.

“Yeah… but what would Applejack want to talk about with us?” Rainbow asked.

“I think I have a pretty good guess on that, actually.”

“Really? How?”

“Oh come on, darling, isn’t it obvious? In all seriousness, your relation with Applejack is less of a friendship and more of a friendly rivalry, while I myself don’t really interact with her that much at all. If it were some serious matter, she would most likely go to Twilight or maybe even Pinkie Pie. That means that – assuming she doesn’t just want to have tea with us – she most likely wants to talk about our sisters.” Rarity explained.

“Oh. Yeah, now that you say it, it seems obvious. Okay, let’s get this over with.” Rainbow said, before knocking on the door.

“Come in, it’s open!” Applejack called from inside.

Rainbow and Rarity opened the door and, as they walked inside, they saw Applejack sit at her family’s kitchen table… with a bloody nose.

“Oh dear Celestia, darling! What in the world happened to you?!” Rarity shouted when she saw the state Applejack was in.

Both of them rushed over to help her, but she held up a hoof, signalling that she didn’t need help.

“Frosty came by for a visit last night.” Applejack said shortly.

“What?! Oh that colt, I’m gonna buck him to the moon and--!” Rainbow shouted, but Applejack stopped her.

“No, Rainbow, wait. He came by last night, but not for this.” She pointed a hoof at her nose. “This was… more or less my own fault. I actually found him rummaging through his own clothes and pulling out the suit that you gave him, Rares. He also had three dresses with him and I doubt that they were for him.”

“Dresses? What would he need dresses for?” Rarity asked.

“I don’t know, the best ah could come up with was that they were havin’ their own little wedding ceremony. At least he seems ta care a lot fer our girls, if he even sneaks back int’ Ponyville jus’ t’ get ‘em some dresses.”

“A wedding? Oh darling, as wonderful as that sounds, why would they have a wedding? And more so, why wouldn’t they invite us to it?” Rarity asked.

“Oh ah dunno, maybe because we banished their coltfriend without hesitatin’?” Applejack said, her tone rising a bit.

“Yeah…” Rainbow agreed quietly, while rubbing her foreleg with a hoof. “Probably didn’t help that princess Celestia tried to kill him…”

“Yeah… that’s actually another thing that ah wanted t’ tell ya’ll about. When the princess said that she didn’t know ‘bout what happens when he dies… ah think she was lyin’.”

“WHAT?!” Both, Rarity and Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

“Darling, are you sure? That doesn’t sound like the princess at all! Maybe you’re just over-empathizing with him, because he is your adopted son?” Rarity asked.

“No, Rares, ah thought that at first, but ah never thought somepony else was lyin’ just because family was involved, so why would I now?” Applejack asked back.

“Then… what do we do? Did you tell Twilight about this?” Rainbow asked.

“Ah did. That was why she did that ritual-thing on us.”

“Oh…” Rarity and Rainbow said.

“Ah think we should try ’n find ‘em. Go t’ them and apologize and maybe try an’ understand Frosty a bit better. Ah mean, really, we were all afraid of him when we were told and angry ‘cause he didn’t tell us, but what if he knew that we would react that way and hid it because of that?”

“Yes, maybe… Darling, even though I do not like it at all, I think I have to agree with you. Maybe we overreacted a bit. He never harmed any of us after all.” Rarity said.

“Yeah, I’m with you on that. I’ve been feeling like a douchebag ever since we threw him out, even though he saved my life… The question is: How do we find them? It’s not like any of us can feel where he is or something.”

“I-I think I can help with that.” The voice of a young filly suddenly came from the door.

The three mares looked at the door and when they all recognized her, they looked at her with a look of wonder.

“Diamond Tiara?”