Make myself a winner

"So, what's his name?" Misty asked casually.

Rain streamed down the windows. Savarin and her would usually be walking around, exploring Ponyville. Not today.

"His name is Hamburger," Savarin said. "They run a fast food place. He said he wanted to come over, so I said yes."

"Fast food? Is it a Neigh York thing? I don't know what it is, but I don't like it."

Savarin's tone was light and teasing. "Of course, you don't."

A pony was walking up to the bakery. Misty gave him a cursory glance. He had a hamburger for a cutie mark. She didn't know what she had expected.

He danced around in a circle a little, then turned to face a griffon behind him.

"Was he inviting others?" Misty asked.

"Hm. I guess he did," Savarin noted.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Yes. The more, the merrier."

Hamburger twirled around, and the griffon started to laugh at him.

He turned all the way around, balancing on his hoofs, and it was at that point, he spotted Misty staring at him.
She waved with a smile, and his cheeks turned a bright red.

The griffon laughed even harder and rolled around on the ground with mirth. Hamburger walked up the pink stairs and knocked on the door with a hoof.

Savarin opened the door and bowed. "I'm Savarin. This is my friend Misty Flare."

"Hello," Misty said, waving eagerly. "Did you invite anycreature else?"

Hamburger walked in, Savarin flashing him with a drying spell right away. He said a quick thanks and stepped out of the way to let the griffon in.

"I did invite a few more creatures," he said. "I hope that's okay."

"I love parties," Savarin answered flatly.

Sharp talons suddenly started shaking Misty's hoof. It was the griffon, dark black fur, with light blue wings. She had a maroon scarf around her neck. "It's a pleasure to meetcha. I'm Gina."

"I'm Misty Flare," Misty said as peppily as she could. 'How many creatures did Hamburger invite? Do you know?"

"He told me, then I asked my friends, and some of my friends asked my other friends." Gina shook her hoof even harder until Misty was almost vibrating with the movement.

Misty wrapped Gina up in a hug, squeezing her hard and resting her head on Gina's. "I'm so happy to meet you! So, how many creatures is that?"

"Dunno!"

Misty released her, and Gina stepped as far away from her as she could so she didn't get another surprise hug. Misty smirked in satisfaction.

"Will Madeleine be alright with this, Savarin?" Misty asked.

"I'll ask." Savarin trotted off, leaving Misty with them in the main room of the bakery. Misty looked at Gina and Hamburger, and Hamburger looked at her.

"How did you meet Savarin?" Misty asked suddenly.

"Who's Savarin?" Gina said.

Misty resisted the urge to face hoof. "Okay, I'm going to go see what's taking Savarin so long. We need to get this party started, or not."

Some hubbub started outside, several creatures making their way up to the bakery. "Keep the... riffraff entertained," she said, waving a hoof in their general direction.

"Can do!" Hamburger said brightly.

Misty walked in the direction Savarin had gone, pricking her ears when she heard Hamburger letting in the other guests.

Down the hallway, she walked, through some double doors that led into the bakery's kitchens. The kitchens were a maze of brightly coloured stoves and counters, and brightly coloured pots swinging from hooks on the ceiling.

Maddy was mixing some dry ingredients in a metal bowl. Savarin was next to her, whisking away some eggs.

Maddy set down the whisk, measuring out some sugar. She looked up when she spotted Misty. "Hello, dear."

"Hi, Madeleine. The guests have arrived," Misty said. "Did Savarin tell you about it?"

"She did."

Savarin kept mixing the eggs, pouring some milk into them.

"I'm okay with it," Maddy replied. "Oh, I'm so happy. You can use the living room upstairs, Savarin."

Savarin nodded, sticking her tongue out as she mixed the eggs and milk into a froth.

"Could I talk with Savarin for a second?" Misty asked.

"Go ahead," Maddy answered.

"Do you have anywhere private?"

"Ah, I'll be at the other end of the kitchens. I won't hear whatever you two say," Maddy replied. She took the bowl from Savarin, balanced it on her hoof, and grabbed the dry ingredients bowl. She went to the far side of the kitchens.

"So, Savarin," Misty drawled. "Are you okay with this whole party? While Hamburger is a drag, he is alright in my book. Gina is too much and doesn't know your name, or she didn't care to learn it, the nerve." She sniffed sharply.

"I don't know," Savarin answered. "I've never had a party before. I wanted to see if I'd like it."

Misty pressed her eyes shut and breathed out slowly. "Okay. If you're okay with it. Okay."

Savarin shifted around. "I am. Er Misty- what were you planning on doing to kick them out if I said no?"

"That's a surprise for some other time." Misty smirked and winked at her while they walked out of the kitchens to the main room.

"Misty," Savarin giggled.

They walked to the main room of the bakery. The guests stood everywhere. There was one pony she had never expected to see ever again: Nettle.

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There were eleven guests, two pegasi, Gina, Hamburger, Nettle, a yak, three changeling brothers, and a dragon.

She shared a look with Savarin. Savarin bit her lip.

Buck, Misty thought. Nettle had to go.

Savarin led all the guests upstairs, including Nettle, and into the upstairs living room.

Pictures of family members rested on mini-tables, and there were cushions and couches.

Like every room in the house, things were brightly coloured. The frames of the pictures were decorated with mini- plastic pieces of tart or sprinkles.

The guests talked amongst one another.

Savarin ran off to grab some hay chips and other treats. She returned with bowls. The yak turned on the music, Misty watching closely to make sure she didn't start stomping or anything.

Nettle was sitting next to one of the changelings, eyes narrowing in Misty's direction while Misty stat next to Gina, gulping down hay chips. She pretended not to notice Nettle's stare, but she could still feel it. She shot Nettle a smile.

Savarin shifted nervously next to her, giving Hamburger one-word answers to whatever he said. Nettle had to go.

Misty hovered a bottle of lemon-aid over to her, chugging it down and holding up the empty bottle. "Who is up for spin the bottle?"

Heads turned towards her, and there was a bunch of yeses and noes, and everycreature was suddenly sitting on pillows and were arranged in a circle.

Misty frowned, setting the green bottle in the centre of their circle.

"Spin the bottle?" Nettle asked. "Are we really playing this, Misty? It's so immature."

"Do you not want to play?" Misty shot back. "You can sit out if you want."

The guests murmured amongst themselves. Gina ate a clawful of popcorn loudly.

"No, I want to play," Nettle said.

"Good. Now, this is how it works for those who don't know." Misty's eyebrows went up and down at Nettle.

"I said, I know how to play!" Nettle said.

"As I was saying..." The guests chuckled. "Whoever the bottle lands on, you get seven minutes in heaven. You can do whatever you want in the closet over there." She pointed with her hoof. "Who wants to go first?"

"Me! Me! Me!" said Gina.

"Easy, Gina," Hamburger said.

Gina stuck out her tongue. "I hope I get you."

He sputtered, his face turning red.

Gina rested her claws around the bottle, and around the bottle went. Around and around.
Misty held her breath. The bottle slowed to a halt, resting on... Savarin.

Dread pooled in Misty's stomach. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's the rules," Nettle said sharply.

"Come on, Savvy," said Gina, and she and Savarin headed to the closet. The door clicked shut behind them.

Misty's eyes blurred as she stared at the bottle. She grabbed another lemon-aid to sip and talked to the yak about her very interesting nose ring.

Time dragged until out popped Savarin and Gina.

One of the changelings shape-shifted into a wolf and wolf-whistled.

"We just talked," Gina chirped. "New bestie."

Misty eyed Savarin, and Savarin gave her a reassuring smile. Gina was telling the truth.

"Who's next?" Savarin asked.

A few others went first until it was Misty's turn. She pressed a glob of popcorn onto the bottle and gave it a casual spin. Just right.

A nudge of magic while she reached for some popcorn over the bottle so no one could see, and it landed on Nettle.

Nettle huffed.

Misty wiped off the bottle, smiling at Savarin before she walked with Nettle to the closet.

It had coats hanging up on the right, but two stools were set up inside. Misty closed the door, and they sat on the stools opposite one another.

Nettle crossed her forearms. "You did that on purpose."

"How?" Misty asked.

"You totally did," Nettle said. "It's not my fault I knew you'd never get into the Unicorn School. It's for unicorns, not kirins."

"I know." Misty leaned closer. "I know."

"What are you doing?!"

Misty channelled her fire into her hoof and hovered it near Nettle's throat. "Don't do any magic, or else. Don't scream." She could feel Nettle swallow hard.

"I've changed," Nettle said.

Misty laughed, causing Nettle's cheeks to burn red.

"I have! We were seven."

"It doesn't matter."

Nettle went a very pale green. "A-Are you going to-"

"No, that would be pointless. I want you to remember this."

"S-Stop."

"No." Misty pressed her hoof over Nettle's mouth. She could feel her nirik fangs growing, pressing against her gums. She dug her fangs into Nettle's neck.

Her fire hoof went out; it wasn't needed to press Nettle against the floor, to trail bites with her sharp fangs up and down Nettle's neck. She went lower and lower, trailing across Nettle's stomach until she met Nettle's clit.

She gave it a bite, pressing her hoof against Nettle's mouth to stop her screaming. Blood filled Misty's mouth, staining her fangs.

Misty swallowed and sat up. Her face was slick, and she wiped herself off with a hoof.

Nettle was shaking, her eyes wide. Misty stroked her face with a hoof and pressed her mouth to Nettle's. She wanted Nettle to taste the blood. She wanted Nettle to know who was in control.

"When this closet door opens, I want you to leave," Misty said at a whisper.

Nettle nodded shakily, and when the time was up and the closet door did open, she did what she was told. It was perfection.

Misty ended up enjoying the rest of the party without Nettle around.

When the last guest left, she and Savarin took out a puzzle, and Misty told Savarin everything.

"That is evil," Savarin said with a smile. "I had lots of fun too."

Misty laughed. She considered the night a success.