The Royal Wonder

School was finally over. Homework was now a thing of the past and she could move on to the place she was truly meant to be. Was that her next destination? Perhaps, yes or perhaps not. Could it possibly be worse than sitting in class with an old stallion slapping the back of her hand with a ruler? Could it be worse than prim and proper table manners or “gliding” instead of walking through a courtyard every single day for four whole years? She certainly hoped not. From what Seraphine understood, she was the replacement for a corrupt duchess of Ranchtown who abused her power and committed acts unbecoming of royalty out of personal spite. There was a call for new royalty in the city and she was picked as the aristocratic presence in her stead.

Celestia only knew why she was chosen for this position. Given her history and difficulty with… everything. To say she was nervous was not even an understatement. Petrified was a much better term to describe every feeling that clenched her bones as she looked out the window of the plane. It was a private jet and she was given as much orange juice as she could possibly drink. Thankfully, there was a loo on the plane because she worked her way through seven glasses and was on her third bathroom break.

Flaming Rift taught her a lot of things in life, but when it came to what the outside world was like, she had movies and TV shows. She met with other students and was comfortable with talking to other people but as for how the world actually worked, she could only shake her head and tell people who to talk to about financial problems or problems with the ecosystem of the forest and the housing. She could come up with solutions to food shortages or when crime was on the rise in certain areas. When it came to shopping for groceries or driving a car, she would draw a blank.

Her anxiety was not helped by the fact that Rift would only tell her that the outside world was harsh and that she would have those who would help her and those who would work against her. Her job was to find the middle ground and find her own way. Such cryptic talk made it sound like she was going to be fighting a war and her allies and opponents would be on the battlefield fighting both ways. Whatever it meant, she supposed she would be finding out very soon, as the captain came on the intercom and instructed her to strap in her seatbelt for final descent.

There was the airport as they flew overhead. Directly below them, nearer the center of the flightline was a very large, rambunctious looking crowd of people. One writer from the royal families, she couldn’t remember who, stated that looking down at a crowd made one feel powerful as they all looked like ants from that distance. Sera knew, though, that every single one of them were probably much larger than her. More than one of them could pound her into a fine powder without even a thought.

The cream colored alicorn mare with flowing brownish blonde hair strapped herself in, but then reached up to the console above her. From there, she had access to over five hundred movies and tv shows on her monitor, but she was reaching beside her screen and picking up a small cellular device that was able to make outgoing calls without interfering with the airplane radar and communications equipment. As soon as she pressed the button to make a call, the phone picked up.

“Oh! Thank the maker! Sera? Honey? Is that you?” Her mother’s voice immediately came to ear and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Mom, as promised, I gave you a call as soon as the plane was about to land. We’re going to touch down and open the doors in about five minutes. I should be in my house in a few hours. It really depends on how long my first meeting goes.” Seraphine said as she held the phone against her ear and watched the plane go down closer toward the edge of the runway. According to the captain, the landing gear was deployed.

“No! You should not have any meetings right after your flight. You will have jetlag and you will need to rest for at least a day! You tell your subjects that you are not to be disturbed until you’ve slept and gotten comfortable in your new home.” As Morning Glory said this to her daughter, Sera felt like she was eight years old all over again. If it wasn’t drinking water, mother was always droning on and on about getting enough sleep.

“Darling, you told me I could talk to her.” She heard her father say in the background. There was hesitation in her mother’s voice as she tried to tell him about the meetings and how their darling girl needs her beauty sleep. “Dear, she’s twenty years old and well aware of how much sleep she needs. Let me talk to the bonnie lass.” He said before her mother relented and handed him the phone. “My darling girl, how was your trip? You get enough orange juice?”

She laughed a little bit as her cheeks blushed profusely. “Hi, Daddy! I’m about to get off the plane soon.” Sera dipped forward a bit as the plane finally touched down on the ground. It wasn’t too harsh of a landing but she did have to right her final glass of orange juice before gulping down what remained. “Are you and mom going to visit me soon?”

“Oh, my love, you know we will make it there as soon as we possibly can. Make sure you stay safe and get your royal guards on your speed dial as soon as you make it to town. We fancy a visit, we’re just not entirely sure when, love. Do take care, won’t you?” He said in his soft, heartfelt tone, almost making a teardrop drip from her eyes.

“I will, Daddy. I need to go now, the press are outside.” She said, already seeing all of the crowd with their signs of protest and their signs of endearment all huddled together in a group while the photographers were already snapping shots of her plane. Microphones stuck out from every angle of the crowd while reporters prepared to get the latest story.

“Bloody piranhas, you mean. Don’t give them the time of day, love. Wave, smile and move along. Don’t give them anything to write long articles, give them the shallow end of the pool. I know you’ll be smart about it, you always are, my little daisy.” His smile could be heard through his voice. Now tears did stream down her cheeks. “We love you, dear. Please, just be safe.” He finally said in his warm, soothing voice with her mother stating the same thing along with him.

“I love you too.” She said before saying her goodbyes and hanging up as the plane came to a stop. Sera did this, looking toward the ceiling. Beside the video console, there was a mirror that showed her face was scarred with tears with what tiny bit of eyeliner running down with it with her cheeks. This made her roll her eyes. If she was going to enact her grand plan, she couldn’t make her first impression like this. Instead of freaking out, though, she lifted one hand upward. Her fingers began to glow as she dragged them lightly down either side of her face. The eyeliner immediately straightened once again while also making what remained of the tears disappear.

Sera got up from her seat as the steps were brought to the door. She put on a white summer hat that had a wide rim, matching her white summer dress with the buckles running down the front and her white gloves ran up to her elbows. She put on her sunglasses, knowing that the barrage of flashes was inevitable.

The door opened and the crowd began to scream at the top of their lungs. Reporters drowned out the rest of the noise, causing the entire runway to flood with static like an analogue TV on a white noise channel. Trusting her father’s words, she slowly descended the steps and smiled, waving at them all. So many hands tried to reach toward her. Some of them held microphones while the others were trying to take her cream colored scarf from her neck. She kept her clothes in check, as the wind wasn’t too hard. Security did their job just fine, keeping the crowd behind the lines, far enough away from her that no matter how they reached, they could not touch her.

Two very large stallions stood on either side of her as they walked with her. They wore black suits and black sunglasses, making sure all of the perimeter was clear of any weapons or anyone thinking of hopping the dividers. The sun was shining bright in the sky as the photos kept snapping and all of the microphones got as close as they could. The cameras kept on her as she was broadcasted all over the news and every newspaper took notes on every single detail.

“Ma’am! Can we get a statement?” Jet Stream asked as she reached her recording device as close as she could. Seraphine wanted to say something, but she held true to those words of wisdom and simply waved with a gentle smile as she made her way over to the limo at the end of the red carpet with which she walked.

Beside the back door of the long, white car was a green furred earth pony. She wore glasses and possessed shortish brown hair. Her dress was professional with a white blouse covered by a black jacket. Her skirt was somewhat short, only going up to her middle thighs, but she wore a very serious look on her face as she opened the door for the new lady in town.

“Your ladyship.” She bowed some as Sera approached. Then the green earth pony glared at the crowd and all of the phones pointing toward her, making sure everything was clear before she closed the door with Seraphine safely inside. The limousine had all of the essential items of a luxury vehicle. The only thing she partook in, among the champaigns, wines and liquors, was the bottled water. She took a bottle and began to uncap it as the green mare walked in from the other side of the car.

The lady sat across from Sera as she strapped in her seatbelt and pulled her tablet out, beginning to press the screen.

“Your plane is early. That’s good. How were you accommodations, your majesty?” She said, not looking up from her screen.

“They were fine.” She drank some of her water. “Thank you for arranging for the limo, Emerald. I was hoping for a low press entrance, though.”

“It couldn’t be helped. Your arrival leaked onto the internet. We did what we could for damage control, but it was already too late.” Emerald Shine said as she put away her tablet. “The important thing is that we were able to procure enough security to get you from the plane into the car. Now, I’m going to fill you in on the whole situation.”

“That would be very kind of you, Emerald. I am a little foggy on the details. I know the last royalty was someone known as the Duchess and she was somewhat of a corrupt leader?” Sera did her best to try and piece everything together but it was a little rough.

“I can tell you that she did some deals under the counter and made a few large entities in the city very angry with her antics. It wasn’t long before we found at least five scandals she was involved with, including grand larceny. She had seemingly infinite resources to procure items, but she found more pleasure in taking what she wanted. The royal family was more than happy to sweep her under the rug and bring in the new blood as acting royalty.” Emerald explained, nodding toward her. “You will be given full facilities, your housing staff will be in your residence tomorrow and your meeting with Pearl Necklace is in fifteen minutes. After that, we’ll take you to your new home and you will be given time to freshen up.”

“Pearl Necklace… Did she make designer fragrances?” She asked, Emerald nodding. “I have two of them. I can’t believe I’ll actually meet her face to face. Is she some sort of leader in this city?” She drank another gulp of her water and Emerald tilted her hand from side to side.

“In a way, yes. She’s not an official or anything, she simply owns most of the business here and is seen as something of a hero after she unveiled her father as a terrorist and crooked businessman.” Emerald took a bit of pleasure in Sera’s expression. “It’s a very long story, but let’s just say she’s been through a lot to get where she is now. She also insisted on being the first to meet you. We’re headed to her mansion now.”

Curiosity was at the forefront of her mind at that very moment. Such a strong woman sounded exactly like the kind of pony she wanted to meet. The city was huge, far bigger than the brochures made it out to be. It had its skyscrapers and its downtown areas as well as its industrial zones and suburban outlets all over.
All she knew was that Ranchtown was a college city. Ranch University was in the top 5 colleges in sports and academics. Thankfully, she wouldn’t be attending Ranch U. She was burned out on school and was ready for other things. One of them was finding some good eateries to frequent. The other one was going to be something she did on her own time.

The neighborhood they pulled into wasn’t exactly the highest end housing she’d ever seen. In fact, it was much more upper middle class than anything. The houses were much closer together and a lot of them didn’t even have housing gates around them. In fact, many of them didn’t.

The house the limo pulled up to was not at all what she expected. It was big, but it wasn’t lavish. It didn’t have its own zip code, nor did it have a whole grand display of riches that she’d seen time and time again with the aristocratic, wealthy citizens. This house was much more conservative with a rustic, brownish tinge to the whole thing. The color was like a white temple you’d find in a desert but far more clean and pristine. The driveway had a red convertible hot rod and a black jeep right beside it. The lawn was clean cut and it only had one floor. For someone who owned most of a city, this was tiny.

As the car stopped, Emerald got out and stood aside to let Sera out. She put back on her sunglasses as the sun beamed overhead. Such a beautiful summer's day and she was able to witness it for herself without a whole bunch of royal guards clouding up the place. It was so refreshing to have more freedom to move around. As Em shut the door, she moved ahead of Sera to get to the front door.

A moment after knocking on the door, the alicorn girl started to get a little nervous. She scratched the back of her neck and looked at the pretty brown marble outline that lined all of the corners in the house’s exterior. Her heart caught in her throat as the door opened.

There stood an off white earth pony dressed in black jean pants, a black t-shirt with white skeletal letters spelling out “Circle of Bone” across it. She was short, even shorter than Sera, who was used to looking directly up toward people. Her hair was raven black and her ears had two spikes through each of them. Her green eyes looked at Sera with a bit of surprise.

“Hi!” Sera said before Emerald could speak. “I’m Seraphine! I heard you wanted to see me when I got in town, Miss Necklace?”

“Oh, I ain’t--” She was about to say before the royal lady bowed toward her.

“I am so excited to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you!” Sera said before taking her hand and holding in both of hers. She wore black fingerless gloves. “It must have been so hard to go through all of those things with your father and that other… royalty.” Sera said with no shortage of irony.

“Uh, yeah, but--” She was interrupted again by a baby speaking baby language as she waddled toward the door.

The princess put her hands to her mouth and gasped as she saw the little unicorn toddler with the rainbow hair and cream colored fur. “Oh my lordship! Who is this?”

“This is Prisma Silver, but I--” She let out a growl as yet another thing interrupted her speaking.

“Death, honey, who-- Oooooohhhhhh hello!” A pink earth pony came to the front room. Her makeup was half finished and her blouse lacked a jacket to match her skirt. Sera looked toward the red haired, elegant pony whose lipstick was a tiny bit smudged and had on the prim proper nails as well as a fragrance that Sera quite liked. “Seraphine! Hi! Nice to be able to meet you! Wasn’t expecting you for another hour.” She turned a stink eye over toward Emerald Shine, whose eyes widened and she checked her time to see that they were, indeed, very early. “Why don’t you come on in and we’ll put you on some tea?”

Sera pursed her lips around the teacup as she put it to her mouth. She sat in the couch as Pearl sat on the caddy corner with Death Metal holding their daughter in a black ducky onesie. She put the baby on her knee and bumped her up and down like she was riding a horse, which she technically was, gently humming the Intellectual Overture. Prisma Silver stared off into space as she bounced and periodically looked over at Sera, who could only smile and blush at such an adorable little baby girl.

“So, yes, in summary, my father is in jail for at least another fifteen years and the Duchess will literally never see Ranchtown again. When last I heard, her royalty was stripped from her and her power was dragged to some place in Equestria where the royal family can keep her under thumb.” Pearl sipped on her tea and looked at Seraphine, who nodded intently.

“That all sounds awful. It sure is nice that you have such good friends to help you through all of that. Not to mention a wife who can crush a grown man’s testicles.” As she said this, Death’s eyes widened a bit and looked at Pearl, who nearly choked on her drink. She coughed a little bit, getting a napkin to dab the sides of her mouth.

“Yes, well, we get through life as best we can.” Pearl Necklace said as she set her drink down on the table. “Now, what about you? From what I understand, you weren’t born into royalty?”

“Oh, no, I was simply born an alicorn. The royal family put me through many tests because of the… nature of my birth and my… unique qualities and found that I did, in fact, have everything that royalty entailed. I was given permission to attend the Princess Academy, that’s where I’ve been for the past four years.” Sera said as she set her teacup and saucer on the table and looked off to the side. This raised a few eyebrows as she started to twiddle her thumbs.

“Unique qualities?” Death Metal asked and Pearl shot her a look and shook her head, whispering something about not being rude. Death shot back with pure curiosity and no harm in asking.

“Well, normally alicorns don’t have wings here.” She said as she lifted her skirt upward and revealed two smaller wings on either side of her outer thighs. Both girls sitting on the other side of the couch had full whites showing in their eyes, Pearl with red eyes and Death with green. “It’s been considered a birth defect or a destined formation. Honestly, I’ve never heard of another alicorn like this, nor have I heard a valid explanation. It just is.” To depict her point, she flapped both wings a little bit. “They’re not big enough to allow me to fly, but they do give me the title of alicorn, so I suppose they’re worth it.”

“That’s amazing.” Pearl said as she gazed upon the wings in all of their feathery glory. They were small little things compared to pegasi wings. That was when she cleared her throat, and put her hands together with her arms in her lap. She thought long and hard for a moment before looking over at Death Metal, who glanced back at her. The white pony rolled her eyes and nodded toward the princess, insisting she get to the point. “Look, I know I was asking a lot to see you right after you landed here in Ranchtown and I am eternally grateful that you took my invitation.”

“It was my pleasure, Miss Necklace. You are definitely a most noteworthy pony who is more than worth my time! You have been through so much and you set an example for mares everywhere.” Sera smiled sweetly at her, making Pearl blush.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate that, but the reason I called you over was not exactly for just a social call. I just had to make sure I could trust you.” Her face went a little grave. “You see, everything that happened in that time period was not easy. To be honest, I was seeing a therapist for a while after those events. They made me fearful, borderline paranoid, if I’m being very honest.”

“Oh, heavens, no. Pearl, I barely know how to purchase a bundle of grapes, let alone finance and oversee a criminal organization. I’m simply here to oversee the royal guard, bring peace and prosperity to the people and provide the citizens with hope, especially in dire times. In times of emergency, I would still be hesitant to declare royal jurisdiction.” She admitted.

There was a moment of silence in the room while the two of them took their cups and saucers from the middle table. They drank their tea for a moment. The baby made tiny noises, drawing another smile from the princess.

“Still,” Pearl finally spoke once again. “I do not want to keep you. You must be exhausted from your trip and the last thing I want to do is draw the wrath of Morning Glory.” As she said this, Sera was a little shocked to hear that she knew her mother. “Yeah, you could say your mother and I are competitors in the world of fashion. I actually own a few of her winter dresses.”

Pearl rose from the couch, as did Sera, who handed her the cup. Emerald was quick to come over to the pink pony and take them to the kitchen.

Then Sera surprised all three of them in the room by getting up and going to Pearl, kneeling down in front of her and taking both of her hands. Then she took it a step further by pressing her cheek up to hers and clutching both of her hands in a loving grip.

“I promise, I will not do anything drastic or disrupting. The last thing I want is to disturb anyone in my time here. I’m not going to roll over to every pompous business tycoon or super model who thinks animal furs are what’s in. I’m going to fight for my own views and gain funding for those that deserve it, rather than those with the deepest pockets. You may have the deepest pockets, but you also have very deep scars.” Sera said, then looked over toward Death Metal, who had stopped bouncing the baby as both of them looked at the alicorn and pink pony. “You seem to have some scars of your own.” She said, noting how some of the fur on her fists were irregularly regrown, resulting from calluses. Death Metal rolled her eyes and shrugged, unable to argue the point.

“Oh! That reminds me!” Pearl said, smiling over at Death, who furrowed her brow in a puzzled expression. “I know you may already have arrangements as such, but my wife was wanting to extend her services to you!”

“Oh, this again.” Death Metal cursed under her breath but then saw that Prisma had passed out on her knee, so she got up to bring her to her crib.

“Her services?” Sera asked, making Pearl nod with vigorous enthusiasm.

“She’s a bodyguard, and one of the best ever! She was part of an illegal fighting group before we started dating. So, now she beats up pests because it’s her job!” Pearl said with a smile.

“Well, that sounds great!” Seraphine said, then looked over to Emerald, who was already poking her tablet screen.

“We’re officially meeting with the Ranchtown Royal Guard tomorrow.” She said as she continuously poked the tablet. “But at your recommendation, I can issue a request from the protection agency.”

“Oh, they’ll do it, for sure. Death Metal has more pull there than she has any right to… and not by my doing, surprisingly enough.” Pearl said as she smiled over at Sera. To her shock, the alicorn had tears in her eyes and pursed lips. “Princess?”

“I can’t tell you how good this makes me feel. If Ranchtown is as friendly as you, I feel like I could really make this place home.” She hugged onto Pearl Necklace, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and her upper back. Pearl blinked at this reaction but then blushed with a warm smile.

“Oh, yeah, Ranchtown can be rather friendly…” Pearl thought for a moment, her eyes going a little wide as she thought even more. “Yeah, so friendly, maybe you should just live with a bodyguard. Let me get you their number…” Pearl said as she pulled out her phone, making Sera cock an eyebrow.

The cat was away, so the mouse was ready to play. Seraphine had her own agenda, afterall, and with Shining Emerald away, she was ready to enact it immediately. Sure, the house she was left with was breathtaking. It had everything she could ever want. There were thirty six bedrooms, plus the master, ten bathrooms with six showers and ten tubs, two recreational rooms that were empty for the moment, two pools in the backyard with one of them heated as a large hot tub, two very large gardens in the front and backyard with a parking garage that could accommodate thirty vehicles, not counting the driveway that was almost a quarter mile long. The house had three stories to it and a gazebo set up for band equipment and weddings between the front and back grass meadows. It was a ridiculous house that was apparently well renovated for her arrival. The kitchen had two islands, three sinks and two refrigerators. Sera had absolutely no idea what to do with all of the space.

Still, that was on the back burner for now, as much as she hated to feel like a snob with an upturned snout toward such a palace. She had an address and a name that she kept on her person at all times ever since she learned it and was on her way to Ranchtown. It was the reason she was truly excited to come to this city and be such a high ranking individual as such. She put on her more blendy outfit, a simple t-shirt that was retro style Fluffy Pony Funtime Show, some long pink shorts and sunglasses. That was the great thing about having her wings on her hips. They easily tucked into her shorts and she looked like any unsuspecting unicorn as a result.

The only real problem was that she didn’t have a ride. The only real rides she could get were from people who knew who she was. That limited her options, so she got a rent-a-driver. With a simple walk, she left the neighborhood and there she was, near a bus stop. There was a lime green car with a flashing yellow light on top, highlighting that it was from the agency.

“Hi!” The yellow earth pony waved to her as she lowered the window. “Hop in!”

“Thanks.” She got into the passenger seat and the purple haired driver took off. “Can you take me to Windmane Modeling?” Sera asked and Lemon Square nodded.

“Of course! I’ve done a few jobs there myself.” Lemon said as she pulled into the highway, driving onto the bridge toward the downtown area. It was noon and the traffic was getting a tiny bit ridiculous. When Lemon saw that Sera had a flabbergasted face in response, she laughed. “Yeah, I’ve had just about every job you could ever think of in this city. Sometimes I had around four or five jobs at a time. I did a bit of modeling for them and I was also a desk clerk there for a little while. I got tired of seeing pretty faces, though. Decided it wasn’t for me.” Lemon said, looking over at her. “Are you new in town?”

“Oh, yeah, I just arrived today.” Sera admitted, Lemon nodded.

“Welcome to Ranchtown, population 9,300. Even though it’s probably closer to 12,000 at this point, they just never bothered to change the sign.” Lemon said as she weaved in and out of the lanes, even though their exit was coming up soon.

She bid Lemon Square farewell, making sure to give her a nice tip. The building seemed to have around four stories, and the front was surrounded by palm trees. This was an impressive feat, considering Ranchtown was supposedly more of a northern, winter-type city. There were so many beautiful faces, hard bodies and pretty swimsuits coming in and out of the building. Beyond it was the largest fenced off beach resort Sera had ever seen in her life. So many parasails and so many photo sessions set up in front of a backdrop of sand and waves. Swimsuits were in full swing right now, and it was time for her to make an appearance!

She opened the front doors of that place and peered over the counter, noticing the place was vacant in the lobby. Noon, lunchtime was probably not the best time for her to come in. She didn’t have an appointment and she most certainly didn’t know who she was supposed to talk to. Going straight up to Silvia Windmane was probably a pipe dream, even for a princess, as she was a legend, even among royalty.

There was a locked elevator door on the other side of the room. She knew it was locked because instead of an up and down button, there was a key card console. She wasn’t entirely sure where the clerk was and she also didn’t know if she could have left her station, but there really wasn’t much else she could do from that point.

That was until she heard something coming from one of the doors on the side opposite the elevator. It sounded like someone was whispering. She couldn’t discern any words and she couldn’t make out any context but it was just audible enough to catch her attention.

She went to the janitor’s closet and pressed her ear against the door. Instead of a whisper, it was actually panting. The door was locked, in fact, it didn’t budge at all. In fact, it felt like someone was magically keeping it sealed! She thought someone might be getting attacked! Seraphine closed her eyes and held two fingers up on each hand, pointing them together to make a small window between her digits. With this, her eyes concentrated and saw through the surface of the door.

What she saw made her breath catch in her throat and her heart skip a beat. Inside, there was a mare whose blouse and skirt were strewn down into the floor. She was obviously the clerk, as she still wore a headset for the phone. Her panties were pulled to the side so that her pussy was easily accessible and her bra was pulled downward so that the janitor could get at her tits. He was a decently muscled stallion. His jumpsuit was zipped all the way down to reveal his impressive cock, which pushed into her with a good amount of force. She leaned against one of the shelves that held the cleaning spray bottles while her hands perched on top it, allowing for her leg to drape over his shoulder in a good show of flexibility. The blue unicorn mare tried to keep her pants down to a whisper but it was very difficult when a hard horse cock plowed her so deep and spilled juices down onto the floor as she worked her way through a third orgasm.

“Damnit! Why haven’t you cum yet?” She whispered to him as they met in a sloppy, tongue filled kiss. “I need to get back to the desk!”

“You’re complaining but you’re about to splash my dick again.” He said, not letting up as he went balls deep inside of her.

“Fuck me harder! Fill me up! Just don’t get any on my underwear or I’ll stink of it.” She said, noticing that her panties had already slipped over to where their privates met. It was already soaked, but she knew she could go without it.

“You already stink of it, you slut.” He growled and she pouted, only to meet him in another sloppy kiss while she came a fourth time.

Sera’s face was beet red. She began to sweat profusely and her embarrassed brain was going absolutely haywire. Sex was something she knew about and had seen videos and such, but never seen something like this up close and live. It was so raw, so savage in nature that Sera could only stare for a moment. That was, until she noticed that the blouse down on the ground held something of use. Since the clerk abandoned her post, she wouldn’t mind if Seraphine borrowed her key card, would she?

With her magic vision going away, she put her hand on the floor with just five fingers touching the ground. All of the fingertips began to glow and she concentrated, allowing the card to slide out of the clear plastic protector that held it. It slid under the door and into Sera’s hand. She picked it up and began to walk toward the elevator. The alicorn stopped for a moment to glance back at the door where the stallion was clearly groaning to the extent of cumming inside the clerk, making her whine. She shook her head of the distraction and got back to her objective.

She was going to become a supermodel, and a damn good one at that.