The timing was perfect, whilst Rarity hadn't paid it much mind since she had been awaiting a visit with Celestia, she had received an invitation to Fancy Pant's new gala. Much like the gala at Canterlot, it was an event for the highest of society, though not quite as important. From the invitation it was on paper a birthday party for Fancy Pants, but as with all nobles it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

“Velvet wasn’t wrong about appearances with the nobles. All this really is a way to make new allies and support each other, he’s looking to be the new mayor of Canterlot,” she explained stepping out of the carriage they had both hired. She had worn an absolutely ravishing outfit for the evening. A midnight black dress and opera clothes, supporting a ring of white fur around her shoulders. Diamonds sparkled in her earrings and necklace, making her just simply sparkle.

“He wouldn’t be a bad one, but I admit I feel a bit underdressed,” Spike whispered as they made their way to the mansion door. Most of the party was indoors but the outside gardens were still decorated with statues, light shows and all sorts of the finery Fancy Pants could get his hands on.

“Oh hush Master, you’re fine. You’re muscular, handsome and a stud and that’s perfectly fine for me, just let me be some lovely arm candy for every stallion and mare to drool over,” Rarity said flashing him a sparkling smile and and wrapping her arms around his.

Entering Fancy Pants home they were met with a sight as magnificent as it was stuffy. Like outside it had been beautifully decorated but this time it was filled with the overly posh and pompous food that was refined beyond all good taste. The music was simple, classical but sadly on this occasion utterly boring, neither Rarity nor Spike commented on it.

Making their way through the birthday party they ran into a few familiar faces but few of them were interested in the two. Not that either particularly minded though, as that left them free from their blatant political pandering. It also gave the two chances to check out the ladies and wives of the nobility and make notes of whom to revisit when they ruled Canterlot.

“That one was quite pretty wasn’t she Master?” Rarity whispered to him as they passed one of the said ladies. “I’d bet she’d be much prettier with your balls deep in her cunt.”

“When did you become such a pervert?”

“Sometime after meeting you Master,” Rarity replied bashing her half-lidded eyes at the dragon.

“Rarity I didn’t think you could make it, so glad you could join us.” Turning around the dragon and unicorn couple were faced with the hosts of tonight’s gala: Fancy Pants and his wife (and their target) Fleur de Lis.

The former was wearing a dapper tuxedo, as he smiled at the two with a friendly smile. Beside him was Fleur de Lis, looking as ravishing as one would expect from a supermodel. With an hourglass figure extreme enough to rival even Cadence’s, large tits fit smugly behind a purple dress. Her eyes met with Spike and seemed quite surprised by his appearance.

“Who’s this nice young dragon Rarity? I didn’t think you’d be bringing company with you. And a dragon?” Her eyes were exploring Spike, though it was unclear mostly from curiosity or actual interest. “I don’t think I’ve ever met one before”

Spike rubbed the back of his head. “I’m surprised Rarity hasn’t mentioned before.” He turned to Rarity. “Perhaps you could do so now.”

But Rarity was spacing out, when she had first declared herself Spike’s slave she had been made to be able to know the fantasies of every pony at a mere glance. So far every stallion she had met had fantasies that included those of the fairer sex, but not Fancy Pants. Only stallions existed in those fantasies.

‘Is Fancy Pants gay? That can’t be the case she’s married to Fleur right? What about her…’

Rarity glanced to Fleur and saw in her mind that many of her fantasies did not include her husband. In fact, many of them included her having her way with various dragons, it seemed she had a type. A type distinctly different from her husband.

At times like this Rarity wished she had Cadence’s Root of Kindness, then their minds would be as open as a book, but for now she would have to find some other way.

“Rarity?!” Spike asked a bit more firmly, snapping the beautiful fashionista out of her reverie. “You were going to introduce me?”

“Oh I’m terribly sorry darling I just spaced out there.” Rarity said, blushing slightly. “What was it you were saying?”

“We were asking how you and Spike met and how you two became a couple?” Fleur asked, her eyes narrowed with a smokey gleam as they tried to discreetly check Spike out. Rarity pretended not to notice as she recounted how she had met Spike when Nightmare Moon had returned, and then a very altered interpretation of how she had become a couple. When she had finished she found Fancy Pants giving a polite smile of enjoyment but Fleur was completely engrossed.

“That sounds incredible. To think you’ve had so many great adventures Rarity, not like our boring life,” she said, muttering the last part under her breath. That explained it a little, the poor supermodel was starved for excitement since marrying Fancy Pants, and dragons were often associated with the wild and exciting.

“So now you know how we met, how about you tell us how you two met?” Spike asked, a warm friendly smile on his face.

“Oh umm… well you see it… it was…was,” Fancy Pants stammered, eyes shifting to his wife in an uncharacteristically cagey manner.

“It was… it was… seven years ago. We met at a fashion show, I was starting out and he was in attendance,” Fleur explained but that didn’t add up.

“But Fleur weren’t you a part of the royal guard at the time?” Rarity asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Um yes…” she started to scratch her chin. “That would be…”

“Could you please tell us the truth, Fleur?”

The hesitance on Fleur’s face became reluctant acceptance as Fancy Pants became as white as a sheet. The two looked around and found that thankfully they were alone as the attention of most of the nobles had been taken by the buffet being ready.

“The truth is that Fancy Pants isn’t into mares, and sometimes rumours can spread about stallions with his preferences. Especially among the nobility,” she explained, her voice was heavy with frustration, a frustration that was shared with Spike and Rarity.

“That’s awful, you shouldn’t have to put up with that,” Spike said and Rarity found herself nodding in agreement.

“Sadly it’s the nasty evils of politics, despite all Celestia does to try and combat it you still have to be a married man if you want to be respected,” Fancy Pants admitted with a sigh.

“What about you Fleur?”

“Well when I retired from the Royal Guard to become a model I needed fame, and since me and Fancy had been friends since childhood we agreed to this deal. We’d marry each other for appearances, can you please keep this a secret though?” Fleur couldn’t keep the plea out of her voice, Fancy Pants also seemed desperate.

But Rarity simply smiled reassuringly. “ You have my word dears.”

“Will the nobles get more tolerant soon?” Spike asked, also outraged.

“I hope so,” Fancy Pants said in a weary tone, but you could tell that he didn’t believe it. “But this isn’t the time to worry you with my woes.”

“Think nothing of it dear. Perhaps though we should change the subject, do you think I could borrow Fleur for a private discussion?” Rarity asked, taking the two by surprise. Agreeing quickly Rarity brought Fleur into the gardens for privacy.

“What’s this about Rarity?” She asked confused.

“Well, I saw how interested you were in mine and Spike’s adventures before, it sounds like you’re starving for excitement,” she observed and Fleur nodded.

“Was I that obvious? You know before I became a model I was a member of Princess Celestia’s royal guard, one of the best if I do say so myself. I might not seem like it but I can throw a hell of a punch and I’m not too shabby in magic either,” Fleur explained proudly. “I guess I miss the excitement of it all.”

“We seem to have a lot in common darling, but why exactly did you decide to be a model?” Rarity asked, genuinely curious.

"I couldn't stand the nobles I had to protect. Corrupt, lazy, entitled bastards the lot of them who treated other ponies and even their guardsmares like crap. There are some good apples like Fancy Pants but the majority of them are just the worst. As a Royal Guard I had no choice but to do what they said, modelling was my second choice," Fleur explained wistfully.

"But it seems it didn't matter in the end. Bet you didn't know that the nobles have all the good modelling firms tied down," she grumbled. Rarity nodded along sympathetically, but inside she was strategizing, thinking about how she might turn this to her advantage. A flash of inspiration hit her.

"Perhaps I could offer you another job."

"Thanks for the offer, but I quite enjoy being a supermodel. And I don’t want to abandon my fans,” she said, but Rarity could sense temptation in her voice.

“Oh don’t you worry darling, you'll be able to keep your supermodel career and all those lovely fans. But you'll also get a bit of excitement and even a chance to stick it to those nobles you hate.” Rarity said, her voice dripping with confidence, flicking her mane elegantly.

Fleur clearly was taken aback by just how aroused she was, until she’d met with Rarity today. A pink blush spread across her face. "What exactly are you proposing Rarity?"

"I'm talking about becoming a spy."

"A spy? For whom? For what? Why?" Fleur spluttered, her glass dropping from her fingers.

"Well, you know that as one of the Element Bearers, the princesses ask us for help on certain missions from time to time," Rarity lied, but it was a lie that she could easily back up. Cadence signature and support were just a simple dragon letter away at any time. "Recently they received word about a little conspiracy spreading across the nobility."

"Wouldn't put it past them?"

"Indeed, but sadly none of us have much experience with the nobility to get to the bottom of this," Rarity continued to lie, "we need somepony to help us figure out what's going on. Someone like you."

"Sadly I have to admit I know my way around the nobility of Canterlot, despite my best efforts," she muttered as she picked up her glass. A small, sharp smile broke across her face. “Will this be dangerous?”

Rarity analysed Fleur’s expression carefully, it was clear what the supermodel was secretly hoping for. “It will be.”

“Hmmm well, I’ve been looking for a bit of excitement. When do we start?”

“Could you meet me at the Sparkle household tomorrow in the afternoon please?” Rarity asked, a sharp smile of triumph threatening to take over her face.

“I’m looking forward to it," Fleur said with a grin of delight.

"Excellent, shall we get back to the party?" Rarity asked, and Fleur nodded. "One last thing your husband Fancy Pants, he's the Minister of Finance right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Oh, no reason."

Meanwhile back in Ponyville, beneath the Castle of Friendship a Zebra Witch was hard at work. Since her Ukuphana and ascension as Spike's slave Zecora had moved out of her hut at the Everfree Forest. Here at the Castle, she would have much better access to better facilities to brew potions, ingredients could be imported much more easily and most importantly of all her body was most freely available for her Master's cock. Her old hut was converted into a storage shed.

Her Master Spike. Even the thought of it sent shivers through Zecora's fur, her dragon Master. Her Master whose horde of slave sluts growing by the day even without her potions. Every Zebra would consider themselves lucky to be the sole slave of an Emerald Dragon, but to belong to an empire of whores. Every day Zecora wondered if she would wake up from her dream.

"Such a horror hasn't happened yet, so perhaps I shouldn't fret," Zecora hummed happily to herself, before refocusing herself to the cauldron of her potion. This one was a new experiment, meant to make males docile and subservient. It wouldn't eliminate their independence entirely, her Master only desired the fairer sex to be his slaves, but it would make them comply with orders and not question what didn't harm them.

"With every time I swirl this lotion, I come closer to giving my Master another potion. Whether my Master desires it to give control, power or modification, his dream will be my creation. Let my every act of prostration, help him on his path to world domination," she sang to herself as she continued to work. But she was then interrupted by a green flame and a scroll appearing on her table.

"A message from my Master?" She asked, heart thumping in anticipation. "For what reason does he need his potion caster?"

She read through the scroll and found it wasn't from her Master but rather from Princess Twilight. A fellow slave and Zecora's unofficial better in the hierarchy of her Master's harem. Spirits that made Zecora wet, to not merely be part of a harem horde, but an Empire of whores. With ranks and hierarchies, all the more sluts and power for her dragon Master.

The scroll laid out her mission, together they were to mould the beautiful mare Fleur de Lis into the perfect femme fatale to serve her Master's direction. It came with a list of potions and a mission to bring them to Canterlot post haste. Rolling up the scroll, Zecora made her way to her ingredient selves. To create such a list on such a short schedule would have her working through the night, but for her Master such a task was but a small ask.

Author's Note

Haven't seen Zecora in a while, which is odd cause I kind of wanted to use her. It just never came up, these things happen. In any case, I would love to hear suggestions as to what kind of spells and potions Twilight will use to warp Fleur into the perfect Black Widow. Whether that's mental changes, new magical powers or body modifications, I love to hear them.

On another note I think some people were confused as to why Fleur was a member of the Royal Guard, it's actually a reference to a fan comic I'll link here: https://www.derpibooru.org/images/740853?q=the+secret+life+of+fleur+dis+lee

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