Demon Bonds

The weekend passed rather quickly, all things considered. I didn't let up from turning Shining Armor's dreams into a hellscape of rejection and humiliation despite the sour taste it left in my mouth. It felt like I was kicking an innocent puppy in the nuts for some reason.

Eh. It was a good thing that my heart was already pitch black (more or less). Fuck the feeling of remorse; I wouldn't stop until he dropped this silly fantasy of his. He could find himself a nerdy mortal unicorn mare. Or a stallion, I don't judge. Not that I thought he would get over his internalized homophobia anytime soon. The idiot was so fucking insecure about his stallionhood and sexuality that it wasn't even funny.

Hmph. What did I care, anyway? It wasn't like it was for his own good or anything. The guy was almost ten years younger than Cady; he was setting himself up for failure no matter what. If I wasn't half confident Cadance would give him a pity date to let him down gently, I would have already let him try his luck and watched the resulting burning wreckage with a bucket of cum-flavored popcorn. But on the off chance she would give him a chance, I would rather make sure he never asked her out, to begin with.

I know, I know, the chances were relatively low, but Cadance lived a somewhat isolated life. She was big into romance; the age gap clearly didn't matter to her since she kept teasing me about the guys. Not to mention all the joking, non-serious flirting she did with a millennia-old demon. I could care less about her hitting on me—she was an adult and knew what she was doing—but her trying to play matchmaker with teenagers was... kind of gross. Especially when one of those teenagers couldn't get a hint about me not wanting to date. Her encouraging that kind of behavior was sending me some really weird signals and red flags.

Perhaps she inherited more than just some of my succubus powers; her morality reeked of equal parts demonic mischief and angelic benevolence. And demons weren't exactly known for the innocent kind of mischief. Succubi loved nothing more than to taint the innocence of those around them with forbidden relationships. Not that I ever stooped so low with underage mortals. I had enough patience to wait until they were adults to punish them for cheating on their wives and whatnot.

The other Lilin were by far worse. They were the type to possess little preschool children and rape their fathers and eat their hearts afterward. It was no wonder succubi got a bad reputation almost everywhere universally. I was relatively tame in comparison, clinging to the last shred of morality I had left from my time before I got sentenced to Hell.

Honestly, though, I thought Cadance only did it to get on my nerves. I was pretty insistent on not making friends with a bunch of kids, and she jumped on the opportunity to rub it in my face because I found the nerdiest bunch there was. I would have also made fun of her if she had a lovesick puppy following her around (except Shining Armor and Buck Withers; those two were only after what was between her cheeks, not her personality or anything else, seriously).

As long as it stayed with teasing, I could live with it. Maybe. Probably. Reluctantly.

Anyway, Monday was the usual boring routine of getting sneered at for being better than everyone else, not that that was much of an accomplishment when you actually listened to your teachers and studied instead of engaging in dumb school drama. Not that I was spared having to engage in that kind of crap whenever ponies tried to get closer to Cadance through me. What a bunch of pathetic social climbers. None of them had a genuine interest in being her friend for the sake of being her friend, I swear.

Shining Armor didn't look all that great at lunch as he listlessly poked at his food. I could have cared less that he was in a funk over dream Cadance rejecting him in his slumber and his evil nightmare reflection throwing his insecurities back into his face. He brightened up considerably once we took his mind off the pink alicorn. Not that that stopped him from making dreamy faces throughout the day, and I swore I would have to step up my game by tormenting him with nightmares of Cadance friend-zoning him forever.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I was so evil; I was tormenting my own friend. Yadda yadda yadda. I did not care. Fuck him.

Back at the castle, Cadance and I did our best to finish our considerably larger load of homework compared to last week, seamlessly transitioning into our magic lessons and the obligatory hour or two of sitting in on court.

"How was your day, girls?" Aunt Celestia asked us, expertly keeping an eye on the drama between the two noble ponies squabbling over what was, in all actuality, a petty schoolyard fight of who did what first. So... a typical court case, really.

"I'm getting better at Prench already," Cadance told her, smiling that radiant smile of hers that always made her look more pretty than she had any right to be. God, she was so gorgeous; I hated it. It would be so much easier not to think of her inappropriately if she weren't so frustratingly beautiful. If I hadn't known better, I would have blamed her succubus side, but she had already been like this before our ascension. "Levitation is still super hard, though."

"You will get there, eventually," Aunty Cellybum mentioned, smiling subtly as she nodded at whatever was happening between the nobles. "Keep practicing whenever you can, and you will lift boulders in no time. How about you, Pleasure? I heard you offered your services as a foalsitter?"

Cadance gave me a surprised look, and I rubbed my neck awkwardly. For once, Aunty Tia didn't have to tell me to sit up straight and pretend I was listening to the two bickering ponies. No one was paying us any real attention, anyway. "I, uh... yeah. Twilight's old foalsitter was a tribalist piece of shit."

Aunty gave me a look at my use of profanity in 'public,' and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to talk around the bush because she thought it was unbecoming of a princess to swear in front of her subjects. We weren't even talking loud enough for anypony to overhear us aside from a guard or two and Raven (who was dutifully writing the protocol for this court session). The only one I suspected would overhear me without problems was Lieutenant Shade Leaf, and she was chill enough to not give a fuck.

"Well, I'm glad you're coming out of your shell and doing this for a little filly. A young mind needs the right role model to grow up free of prejudice like that. As long as you don't neglect your studies, I'll fully support your decision to foalsit in your free time."

"Thanks," I muttered, ignoring Cadance's proud smile. God fucking damnit, I just knew she would use it as more fuel to tease me about becoming closer to my nerdy group of friends. God forbid she got it in her head that I was only doing this to ask Shining Armor out on a date or some other similar bullshit. "I gave Twilight's parents my phone number and the one for the castle in case of emergencies. I hope that's not too much of a problem?"

Aunt Celestia smiled gently as she shook her head. "I would have been disappointed if you didn't. Just let the secretary know what to expect if they receive a call for you. Many ponies would gladly lie about their reasons for calling the castle to get preferential treatment."

"Right," I nodded, keeping that in mind. I guessed that even in magic pony land, people tried to cut in line wherever they could.

"So, who's this filly?" Cadance asked me curiously. Her smile got more mischievous as she got a teasing glint in her light purple eyes. She nudged me playfully and made a guess, saying, "Perhaps a sister of somepony we know~?"

I resisted the urge to groan, pushing her away from me. I gave her an unamused frown while Aunty Jellysun was not so subtly paying attention to what was, no doubt, some juicy high school gossip. "She's Shining Armor's sister."

Cadance giggled eagerly. "Ooh! Did you hit it off that well with him during your 'game night'? You're already in cohorts with his little sister to find out—"

"I'm not trying to get a date with him," I denied, glaring at her.

Cadance pouted. "Aww, come on, Ish! Are you sure? You always get this flustered look whenever I mention one of your new friends~."

"I'm not flustered!" I argued back, crossing my forelegs over my chest. "You are reading into things."

"Oh, am I?" she grinned at me. "That looks like denial to me~."

"Fuck off, Cadance," I grumbled, blushing uncomfortably. It didn't help that my snatch decided now was a great time to become aroused—more aroused than I constantly was, anyway. Ugh. Fucking betray me, too, why don't you? I might be a demon and beyond the point of no return, but there were some things even I wouldn't touch. And that was definitely one of them. "I'm not into some stupid teenage colt, for fuck's sake. You know how problematic that is, right?"

"Oh, it's just some innocent crush," she rolled her eyes. "Give the guy a chance if you like him. Love doesn't wait for anypony; he might find somepony else, and before you know it, you'll regret never having asked him."

That was precisely what I hoped for. Despite wanting to tell her exactly that, I kept my muzzle shut. I would rather she deluded herself into thinking I might have an interest in the idiot than her getting any dumb ideas about asking him out herself. No fucking way would I let that happen.

"Now, Cadance, don't force Pleasure into something she isn't comfortable with," Aunty Sunbutt decided to come to my rescue and chided the pink nuisance. At least one pony was on my side here. "You may legally appear to be the age of a young mare and may decide for yourself whether you want to give dating a chance, but that doesn't have to mean Forbidden has to do so herself. I won't tell you what you are and what you aren't allowed to do, but I caution you if you do decide to find love among the students at your school.

"As you no doubt know, these ponies we are talking about aren't adults yet. They are inexperienced and impulsive and don't quite yet understand the weight a relationship of your status brings with itself. And while I firmly believe it is better to have loved than never at all, perhaps wait a few years until a pony your age catches your eye.

"And before you say anything, my precious bat, an immortal's curse is to always stay young. Perhaps think about that before rejecting the advances of a pony less experienced than you. A thousand years doesn't necessarily make you more mature than they are. You have much to learn about life and all its wonders. You might be surprised to find a peer among the ponies around you."

I snapped my muzzle shut, thinking about her words. She certainly had the wisdom to back up her age—and yet, when I looked back at my life, I felt like I hadn't gotten any older. Sure, I've felt the years pass by like any other person, but much of that time was spent living in the moment, never once looking back to avoid the waking nightmares assaulting my mind whenever I dared to stop and think about all the fucked up things that happened to me.

I avoided thinking about all the shit that went sideways in Hell as much as I could to not go utterly insane. The only thing on my mind was earning my freedom back, so I repressed everything else. Sure, I sinned more than I ever did on Earth for the simple purpose of having something to distract me from my depressing thoughts. But that didn't make me any wiser. I merely survived instead of living my life, fucked up beyond all repair as it was.

Hell was a place where you either did shitty, fucked up things to others, or you got stepped on and found something sharp and pointy in your back. That didn't necessarily lend itself to a great life experience. The only times I was allowed to be myself in a carefree manner were the times I got summoned and abused as a sex slave until I made myself a name as a literal sex goddess and got worshiped by a bunch of lunatics. Not that that stopped the former from happening all the time, anyway.

Still, I wouldn't go so far as to consider a fifteen-year-old teenager to be anywhere near close to my mental age. If we were going to put a number to my age in the context of mental age, I would go with twenty-seven at the very least. That was the age I died, and if we take the time spent in Hell as just that, it was the number I would stick with, which made pretending to be younger than I was still a hassle since there was a gap of twelve years between my alicorn appearance and my demonic pony form.

"So..." I hummed, giving Aunt Jellycelly a curious look. "Since we are already on the topic of romance, has there ever been a pony you were in love with?"

Cadance also turned to the bigger alicorn, an expectant and gleeful look in her eyes at getting to know our adopted aunt better. The nobles were still off in their own world, so Aunty Celestia sighed with a sad hum. "Yes," she admitted, a far-off gaze in her eyes.

I licked my lips, feeling the sudden urge to press her for more. "How old were you when you met him? Or her, I don't judge. Personally, I prefer getting railed like no tomorrow by a big, meaty cock, but I've had some of the best sex there is with another woman—or mare, rather. Then again, in my opinion, you haven't experienced the peak of sex until you get stuffed full of tentacles. Eh heh heh..."

"...do I want to know?" Auntlestia asked me while Cadance looked contemplative. For some reason, I felt like I just unleashed a monster by giving her that particular idea.

I hummed, pretending to think. "No, I don't think so," I said, making Cadance pout at getting denied the juicy details of my time getting fucked senseless by a tentacle monster. Good times, good times. "Anyway, back to the question. How old were you?"

"The first time I met him? I don't know. I didn't put much thought into how old he was; we were both old enough to make our own decisions," she answered, frowning.

"Huh," I hummed, surprised. "So you aren't full of shit, after all."

"Pleasure..."

"What?" I grinned, nudging her with a wing teasingly. "And here I thought you were a virgin~."

"I am not!" she denied, turning red in embarrassment.

"Right. When was the last time you got laid, huh?"

This time, I made her sputter as she shifted awkwardly on her cushion. Cadance snickered with mirth, barely able to keep in her laughter.

"I'll have you know I had a very active sex life!"

"Uh-huh. Had a sex life being the keyword here," I said with a smirk. "I bet—"

"That's enough, Pleasure," she grumbled, sealing my muzzle shut with her golden horn magic. I laughed silently to myself while Cadance couldn't stop herself from roaring loudly with laughter. The nobles, guards, and various observers turned to stare at us, and Aunt Celestia tried for the first time to appear smaller than she was. She wasn't doing a very good job at it. "C-Court dismissed!" she said, standing up. A moment later, she disappeared in a flash of light.

"You heard her! Day court is dismissed!" a guard called out, shooing the curious ponies out of the throne room while we basked in our merriment a bit longer.

Cadance nudged me, still grinning like she had the best time of her life. "That was mean!" she said, though there was nothing accusatory about her statement or tone.

"Yeah," I snickered. "I wish we had gotten her on camera; she looked hilarious!"

"The stammer was great!"

"I know! She's way too uptight; we really need to liven things up. Maybe then she'll pay more attention to Sunset."

"You just want Sunset to stop being so mean to us," Cadance snorted. I shrugged, neither denying nor confirming that claim. It would be great if we got along; Sunnybitch was a badass unicorn, all things considered. Instead of getting bullied and harassed by her, having a friendly rivalry with her would be pretty cool. It would certainly give me the incentive to push myself to improve my unicorn magic faster. Cady nudged me out of my thoughts as she hummed, asking, "Should we go look for Aunty?"

Ugh. Fuck. "Sure," I said, sighing. "Better get the shit show over with. I'm so grounded for this." If not getting outright banished forever.

Cadance rolled her eyes at my pessimistic outlook. Together, we left the throne room in search of the big white rainbow sun goose swan horse, hoping she wouldn't go supernova on us for teasing her. It was getting close to dinner time, so the first place we searched was the private dining room we usually used. The only ponies there were Blueblood and his equally narcissistic mother, who directed a subtle sneer my way. Yikes.

We excused ourselves, fleeing the scene before either of them could start drama over what happened in the throne room. We ran into Sunset on the way out, and I almost tripped as she fucking pulled my hind leg with her horn magic. A glance back told me everything I needed to know, as she had a smug smile on her stupid muzzle. What a fucking bitch.

We didn't find Aunt Sunbutt in her room, either, so we tried the library next, to no avail. The giant sun horse with a lance for a horn and swan wings attached to her shoulders was nowhere to be found in the entire castle. Heck, we even checked her School for Gifted Unicorns and didn't find her there. What we found, though, were a bunch of kids, so Cadance had the brilliant idea of entertaining them until it was time for their curfew, and they had to return to their dorms.

We quickly checked the castle grounds but had no more luck there than earlier in the day. Seeing that it was getting late and demons still needed their beauty sleep, I decided to head to bed. If Aunty Jellosun was mad to the point of hiding, I wouldn't drive myself crazy trying to find her. It wasn't like I was genuinely worried about getting kicked out or her hating me.

Cadance felt guilty once it became obvious that Aunty Sunnybum took it more personally than the innocent teasing it was meant to be. Weirdly enough, Auntia's door in the Dream Realm was gone all night. Either she pulled an all-nighter, or she suddenly learned how to dream walk and went missing in the Land of Slumber. The likelihood of the latter happening was nigh zero, which left us with a monarch on sleep deprivation the following morning, increasing the chance of her being in a sour mood tenfold.

Despite being sure I would get some kind of punishment, none of that happened the following morning at the breakfast table. Aunt Celestia wasn't grouchy; she wasn't butthurt; she wasn't even mad at me. Instead, she was positively glowing, going even so far as to have made pancakes. Pancakes!

Suffice it to say, Cadance and I were hella confused. Even Sunset was giving the big sun goose swan horse a weird look, no doubt having looked forward to us getting the tongue-lashing of a lifetime. Evidently, something must have happened last night to put our aunt in such a good mood, but for the life of me, I couldn't even begin to guess what that was.

She didn't get laid just to prove me wrong, did she? Which poor sap's bones did she break, suffocating them with her big horse butt? Because I doubted she could have found a pony of her size on such short notice. Heck, she was double our size (...at least, I believed so; I hadn't had the opportunity to measure our sizes yet). How did that even work? Ponies couldn't exactly do it cowgirl style (at least, as far as I was aware, I was always open to experimentation~). Did they use a stepladder, or what?

"Aunty..?" I asked cautiously. Auntlestia hummed, happily savoring the taste of sugary sin. I gave the pancakes on my plate an uncomfortable look, feeling like I didn't deserve them. I wasn't feeling guilty or anything, but after spending a night thinking the worst, being rewarded with our aunt's cooking worried me. Like it was my last meal forever.

Any moment now, the sun princess would banish me to Hell, and I would get to spend an eternity serving as Lilith's pet dogs' chew toy as they set my ass on fire, raping my defenseless body. No matter what my snatch might say, the thought didn't arouse me one bit. Hellhounds were worse than imps on a scale of 'fuck, that hurts like a bitch.'

No, I did not have 'those' kinds of fantasies. Fuck off.

"Is something the matter?" Aunt Tia asked, and I blinked as she gave us a confused look in turn. "The pancakes aren't cold already, are they?"

"What..? No, I..." I mumbled, exchanging a look with Cadance. "I just... didn't expect you to be in such a good mood. Aren't you mad at us?"

Aunty Sunnybum scrunched up her muzzle, confused. "No?" she said, sounding more like she was asking us a question. "Why would I be?"

"Because of the teasing?" I mentioned rhetorically. Cadance wrung her hooves nervously in her seat next to me, ears wilting in apprehension.

Our aunt let out a tiny laugh, amused at our worry. "Oh, Pleasure. I have a considerably thicker hide than to let a bit of teasing get to me. I wouldn't read the newspaper every day if I didn't."

"So, you're not mad that I laughed at you in court?" Cadance asked, relieved. "You aren't going to punish us?"

"No. Goodness gracious, what gave you that idea?" Aunt Sunnybum asked us, perplexed. "Do you really take me for that kind of pony to hold a grudge over something so insignificant?"

I looked over at Sunset's seething glare and rubbed my neck. "To be honest, I fully expected you to banish us..." I knew at least one pony would have been happy if that had happened.

"What?" Aunt Celestia exclaimed. "Pleasure! I wouldn't... banish you. Not for having a bit of fun at my expense."

I raised a brow, curious at the pause and her outright avoiding denying the possibility of it ever happening. "So... not even a slap on the wrist? Or fetlock, I mean."

"No!" she said, horrified. "I'd never get physical with you! Do you really have such little faith in me?"

Well... considering the first reaction you had when we met was you glaring at me with the fury of the sun, I expected a bit more than pancakes. Like... a grudge was the bare minimum, to be honest. But I wasn't one to look a gift (sun) horse in the mouth. I got an idea and smirked, feeling a bit mischievous. "I guess that means no spanking, either~?"

There was a choking sound as Blueblood tried his best to confuse the wrong pipe for his esophagus. Sunset also gave me a stunned look before it quickly turned to disgust. Meanwhile, Cadance blushed, clearly aroused. She had a suspiciously perverted gleam in her eyes, and I was uncertain if she had a kink for that or if she wanted to see me get spanked.

Aunty Celestia blinked, caught off-guard. She raised a brow, and I couldn't help but admit that she pulled the look off like a pro. "Do you want me to spank you?"

I couldn't help but moan whorishly. "Oh, yes, please!" I said, biting my lip. "Hit me as hard as you can, Aunty~." The come-hither look I gave the big mare made Cadance laugh again.

Aunty Celestia shook her head, smiling ever so slightly in amusement. Sunset didn't think it was quite as funny as she stormed out of the dining room with an angry huff. I couldn't say that I blamed her; I did just flirt with my aunt in an incredibly dirty way at the breakfast table (you know... I think I genuinely liked considering her my aunt, even though we weren't related to each other).

Aunt Tia deflated a little as her unofficial surrogate daughter left, and I grumbled as the good mood was instantly ruined by the amber unicorn being an uptight cunt (no surprises there). Our aunt hummed sadly. "It would be for the best if you could refrain from making comments like that around her, Pleasure."

Blueblood let out a sort of squeaky huff. "Just around her? I almost died!" he complained, and I snorted. What a pussy.

"Right," I sneered at the narcissistic asshat. "I'm sorry, Bluey. I promise I won't make any lewd comments around Sunset anymore."

"Why, I never!"

"Suck a dick, ass."

"A-Aunty!" Blueblood cried, growing red in the face. "I demand you remove this uncouth hooligan from our presence at once! She clearly does not intend to display manners befitting a pony of her station! She cannot be taught to be a civilized pony!"

Aunt Celestia sighed. "Blueblood, not everypony has the will to act high class all the time in private, nor do I demand it of her. She's free to behave how she wants among family."

"You are just letting her get away with acting like a—like a degenerate pony despite her being allegedly related to you?! We should have her blood relation tested!"

"Like you are allegedly related to Platinum?" I asked rhetorically, only for him to grow more furious. I felt Cadance nudge me, and I rolled my eyes. Ugh. Fine! I'll stop being a jerk to him... for a little while, at least.

Unfortunately for Blueblood, he didn't have an annoying angel sitting on his shoulder telling him when to stop. "And she's insulting you, Aunty! She should be in the dungeons instead of getting treated better than her kind deserves!"

Wow. Actual fucking wow. I was sure he was about to pop a blood vessel any second now. Holy shit.

"I doubt my niece is trying to insult me, Nephew," Aunt Celestia said, shaking her head in her typical disappointed fashion. At least, I assumed that was what it was, though he deserved far worse, in my opinion. Even Cadance was giving him an offended look on my behalf. Oh, he definitely was going to have some pretty terrible nightmares tonight. "And for that matter, I don't appreciate you talking about her in such a horrid way. I don't endorse this kind of tribalism underneath my roof. Have I made myself clear?"

Blueblood looked like he swallowed a sour lemon. "Yes, Aunty."

"That is Princess Celestia to you. Your relation to me is purely political in nature to honor your ancestor, not because you are of my blood," she scowled, and the cowardly stallion gulped.

"Yes, Princess Celestia..."

"Good," she said. Aunty Tia gave me an apologetic look before her steely eyes hardened on Blueballs again. "You have to understand that Pleasure has a very unique way of showing her affection. I admit that she can be rather crass with her choice of words, but I must say, I find it rather refreshing. Perhaps try to keep an open mind around her, will you?"

Blueblood merely raised his muzzle with a pompous 'Hmph.' He really got a stick shoved so far up his rump that he couldn't even relax a little bit. God forbid he ever saw a commoner he found attractive. All Hell would break loose.

Ah, who was I kidding? The idiot was unable to love anyone else aside from himself. Hell would freeze over if he ever managed to not be an uptight cunt to the average pony. I pitied whoever tried to woo him.

"You know, it would do you some good to loosen up that tight ass of yours, or somepony will take their resentment out on you," I said with a sneer. Of course, the pompous jerk gave me an offended look again. I cut off his response by pointing a hoof at him, making an 'Ah ah ah!' sound. "Don't even start with me. I'm not threatening you; I'm merely pointing out the inevitable. And when that happens, for your sake, I hope it will only be your self-absorbed ego that takes a beating."

"A-Aunty!"

Aunt Celestia shook her head, glaring at him. "No. You will listen to her, or I will personally make sure you learn that lesson the hard way. You are on thin ice, Blueblood. Do not disappoint me again."

"But I—"

"No arguing," she warned him. "I meant it. I will not hear you speak about her like that ever again. Nor do I want to hear you say tribalist poison about anypony else. We are long past the days of Equestria's unification; you should know better."

Blueglue glanced at me before a look of realization entered his eyes. "Oh, I understand now. Miss Shimmer was right, after all. Ever since those two peasants came to live here, you have been taking their sides and listened to filthy, poor beggars in court over reasonable arguments by those concerned about where this fine nation is headed. You are conspiring against the nobility, aren't you? Well, I won't stand for it! Goodbye, Princess. I will spend my time around those who can truly appreciate good manners and breeding! I hope you won't realize too late that the common riffraff is using you."

We watched the high-and-mighty, snooty unicorn leave with an arrogant flourish of his mane and his muzzle straight up into the air. I doubted he could see where he was going. Cadance and I shared a look, unable to believe what had just happened. The guy wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but I had to give it to him; that was stupid even by his standards. Saying those words straight to Aunt Celestia's face was either incredibly bold or downright idiotic.

Aunty Sunnybum wasn't a yes-mare for the nobility to do whatever they wanted. Neither did she take the side of every 'poor' pony that came to her seeking help. Granted, she always tried to find a suitable solution to help out in a pinch, but she wasn't giving out handouts for greedy assholes. From what I had seen of her so far, she gave most ponies who needed it advice on how to avoid falling into debt. And those that tried taking advantage of her were usually the nobles or those under the thumb of the nobles. Or would it be hoof?

Sure, Aunty Cellybutt regularly donated to charities, but that money came out of her pocket. Aside from that, the Grand Galloping Gala was specifically held to back charities and whatnot. Taxpayer money wasn't wasted willy-nilly on ponies that had the means to provide for themselves. Nopony had to do something they were deeply unhappy with—she was that nice—yet her benevolence was limited. She did not reward selfishness. Anyone who tried to rip her off would quickly discover she was at least ten steps ahead of them. She always found a way to make them give back more to society than they gained in the first place. There was a reason she only gave out loans to business owners and such.

I had massive respect for the big sun goose swan horse. She built up this nation and kept it safe from harm for over a thousand years, never once asking for more than a smile in return. She kept true to her ideals all this time and did it on her own. If that alone didn't speak volumes of her character, then I had no idea what could.

I was used to petty bitches trying to curry favor with the Demon Queen of Lust, but this was on a wholly different level of elitism. To demand to be treated better by the nation's ruler because of 'superior' breeding was ridiculous. And to go so far as to accuse her of purposefully ruining the nation because she wasn't playing favorites with the nobility... I honestly had no words to describe how utterly entitled that behavior was.

I could understand Sunset being jealous of us for taking away her surrogate mother's sole attention, but Bluejerk was just a petty, self-entitled snob who thought the world owed him everything when it did not. Aunt Celestia had the well-being of everypony on her mind, not just a few influential ones. To hold that against her made him no better than the lowest of the low in Hell. To hold her having a heart against her showed how rotten his truly was.

Aunty Cellyjelly silently ate her pancakes, her face unreadable as she showed no emotional reaction at all to what had just happened. I looked down at the ones on my plate and frowned at the happy smiley face on them. So much for her being in a good mood despite yesterday's 'incident.'

Fuck. I hated this stupid drama, seriously. This wasn't the friggin' kindergarten; act your goddamn age. I've lived countless lifetimes in Hell, and let me tell you, that kind of behavior was the sole reason I hated dealing with other people so much. There was no shortage of selfish jerks in Hell.

Maybe I should take my own advice to heart, but I had a good excuse for not doing so. I was a motherfucking demon; of course, I was a hypocrite. I was going to act on my grudges whenever I wanted. The only difference between everyone else and me was that I was right. I was the one that gave others their just dessert for being an asshole to those around them.

I growled silently to myself, smeared the whipped cream and fruits on the pancakes into an unrecognizable mess, and dug in. Fuck feeling uncomfortable. I was a demon; I didn't do guilt.

All thoughts about finding out who Aunty Jellysun shared her bed with were forgotten as I got ready for another day full of bullshit. The drama would never end, would it?