Fleur wasn’t surprised by her target and had no reason to disapprove. Prince Blueblood was Celestia’s ‘nephew’ (a title, not any real connection) but he had nothing in common with the benevolent princess. He was boorish, selfish, petty and horribly corrupt. Even in the relatively minor Council position as Minister of Transportation he’d been rumoured to be behind numerous scandals that he had all his personal newspapers and magazines cover up, when they weren’t pretending he was the most eligible bachelor in Equestria.

How on Earth her Mistress had fallen for this Fleur didn’t know. But she now knew that it was her mission to bring him down. Blackmail and control him and break him, this was personal for her Mistress.

It was personal for Fleur as well, Blueblood had always done everything in his power to sabotage, undermine and humiliate Fancy Pants at every opportunity. The fact that this had started when Fancy Pants was first campaigning against corruption was not lost on her. It had gotten ugly fast and Blueblood got petty fast.

Now though it was time to end all of that, now it was time to bring him to his knees.

Whilst adamantly familiar with all of Blueblood’s many petty actions, she had used her newfound intellect to do more research on her target. Learning his address, his hobbies, his habits and even from some of his former ‘girlfriends’ his fetishes. It disgusted her even more but it had made her a plan.

Blueblood was often a pony of habit you see, and every Thursday he would go to the most expensive spa in Canterlot. It was so easy therefore to schedule an ‘accidental’ meeting at the same time, with the same appointment, so that they would have no choice but to spend it together. Giving her the opportunity to get him alone and vulnerable.

She had dressed herself to tantalise the smug, arrogant prince. A black and red dress robe that would be accentuated with dark black eyeshadow. She would play the role of the desperate housewife, and let the arrogance and petty Blueblood’s pride do the rest.

She waited in the sauna of the spa. Soon she could hear footsteps and the most obnoxious voice arguing. “I this is utterly unacceptable, you will be hearing from the Princess in good time I assure you. I explicitly insisted that I be given a private treatment.”

“I’m sorry Prince Blueblood but she had a reservation and we don’t even permit people to rent private treatments,” the meek voice of a spa assistant protested.

“BAH! I’m a prince of Equestria, if I ask for something it should be handed to me. Let me assure you I’ll be giving this place a poor review in my paper,” the unmistakable voice of Blueblood snarled. Fleur was only barely able to hold back a snort. She’d known from her research that this spa had provided the prince perfect service for years, but not one of those days had earned an endorsement but one bad day and he’d never let them forget it.

“Don’t do this again.” The door opened and a very angry Blueblood entered the sauna, slamming the door behind him. When he noticed Fleur she saw his face scrunch in anger but she decided to preempt him.

“If I had known that a prince of Equestria had requested this spa today I would never have dared make a reservation,” Fleur gasped, causing Blueblood to blink. He may be used to other ponies giving in to him, but rarely did he hear one actually agree with him. “It’s such a disgrace to see nobility like yourself disrespected.”

She could see him frowning in confusion, but she could see that deep down he was pleased with her lies. “Aren’t you Fancy's wife?”

“To my eternal disappointment,” she lied. She had no plans to reveal the true nature of her marriage, but she would get nowhere praising Blueblood’s rival. “Such an entitled goody two hooves. No respect for tradition or the way things work in Canterlot.”

“Hmph…” Blueblood snorted, tension falling out from him. “Bastard doesn’t know his place.”

“No, but I do,” Fleur replied, pressing her arms together to give the bastard a good view. “I would love to meet a real noble, but if you desire I’ll leave.”

It was a risk, and Fleur could see him seriously considering throwing her out, but his curiosity won out. “No, you may stay. It’s not often that I see a mare with good sense.”

“Oh I know the feeling, having to live with Fancy Pants is a nightmare, no respect for the lords of Equestria,” she lied but Blueblood was nodding along obliviously. She leaned back, crossing her legs in such a way that her long shapely legs were on full display. “So preachy, in such denial and lacking respect for all the hard work lords like you do.”

“That’s so true,” Blueblood admitted, leaning back. “It takes a lot of work to remain such a dignified Prince of Equestria. And the job can be quite stressful, especially when vile rumours are spread by that vile unicorn hick from Ponyville.”

Fleur bristled at the insult to her Mistress, but she managed to keep herself from attacking, insulting or arguing with Blueblood, though she couldn’t prevent the flash of a scowl from coming across her face. Thankfully Blueblood didn’t notice it, “some ponies simply can’t handle the fact that some ponies get it better than them. They don’t realise they have a specific place in the world.”

Each word she spoke was like spitting out poison, her Mistress should be the second most important pony in the entire world, not some nobody in Ponyville. But her words had their intended effect, pleasing Blueblood who nodded along.

“I must admit I’m surprised to hear you say that,” he admitted, arching his back as he relaxed to the heat. “I’d have thought you were like Fancy Pants and his holier-than-thou group.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed shooting him a fake smirk. “I only married him for his wealth and status. As if I could give a shit about his political views. I’ve regretted it ever since though.”

“You have?” Blueblood asked, leaning forward intrigued.

“Of course, he’s a goody two shoes, boring and a workaholic who cares more about ‘doing the right thing’ than his wife. Not to mention absolutely terrible in bed,” she lied, watching the naive grin on Blueblood’s face spread ever wider. She uncrossed her legs and spread them. “Not at all my type.”

“And what is your type?” His grin was lecherous, and Fleur knew she had them.

“Want to find out?”

Not long afterwards the two of them were making their way back to Blueblood’s mansion. Despite her best efforts Fleur was forced to admit that Blueblood’s home was much better than Fancy Pants’s was. Whilst Fancy Pants had a villa, Blueblood had a castle.

“Still,” Fleur thought as the two made their way to Blueblood’s bedroom, it does lead to the question of how he can afford all this. His role as Minister of Transportation didn’t pay as much as Fancy’s Minister of Finance. That could be an opportunity.

“Stay here I have something to show you,” Fleur said dashing into the walk-in wardrobe and closing the door behind her. Once inside she cast the spell that Twilight had taught her, creating an illusion of her body not only that could be touched, felt and smelt like it was the the real thing but would also make the real Fleur invisible to Blueblood. She could still speak to him, but her voice would sound as if she was coming from the illusion.

This way she wouldn’t have to dirty her body with this prick.

She opened the doors and watched Blueblood’s mouth fall to the floor. Her doppelgänger was dressed in a black, latex garter belt which clung to her ass like a second skin, along with a lovely pair of black high heels.

The door opened and Blueblood saw what he assumed to be the real Fleur and he was immediately captivated. “You want to do something that’ll really screw over my husband?”

“Yeah,” he weakly nodded, and soon the illusion was straddling Blueblood’s lap and locking lips with the bastard. Much to the disgust of the real Fleur who watched the fool with a scowl on her face. Nevertheless, she had the bastard exactly where she wanted him.

She got out her phone and started recording. “This place is so much better than my Fancy’s crappy little shack. What’s your secret?”

She activated Zecora’s pheromones and watched as any suspicion Blueblood might have had melted away from his face. A blissful arousal overtook it.

“Promise you won’t tell anypony?” Her doppelgänger nodded along. “Nopony actually uses transportation, the pegasi just fly and the unicorns teleport. It’s only the dirty Earth Ponies who need it.”

“Of course.”

“So I simply cut a few corners and let the rest of those bits end up in my personal bank account whenever I can get away with it. You’d be surprised how much money you can make when you control an entire transportation network of the country,” he boasted, hands roaming the illusion’s tits.

“Yes, you’re very smart, must have been hard to hide the evidence. How do you keep Celestia from finding out?”

“Umph… secret switch in my library bookshelf. Just need to pull the third book on the second shelf, “ he grunted, as he started to hump thin air. It seemed Fleur’s scent was paying dividends, the secrets kept tumbling out.

When Fleur’s illusion had fucked Blueblood to sleep, Fleur would find the files that he talked about. She then left the mansion leaving three things with which Blueblood could remember her by, a copy of the recording, a picture of those files and a note warning him that if he didn’t want those files exposed he’d have to do exactly as she said.

With that done Fleur made her way back to her Master, with her task well done.

Author's Note

Either the next chapter or the one after it will be the next vote chapter. Most likely be the next one, and it'll be a vote that takes place in Ponyville. thank you all for all the suggestions regarding Fleur I had a lot of fun writing her.

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