Violet

Twilight awoke the next morning and yawned before she quickly pulled the sheets down to expose her upper body. She checked the spot where she had been shot only to find that it had, in fact, healed. She still couldn't believe that she had, not only, survived being shot but also that she had the power to quickly heal. As she gazed upon herself, Rainbow opened her eyes and propped herself up on her arm.

"Still unshot?" She asked.

Twilight smiled and nodded. "Yeah. No hole. It's like last night never happened."

Rainbow smiled and reached her hand out to rub the spot where Twilight had been shot. "Incredible. So, do you plan on doing more crimefighting today?"

"Maybe. Thought, I should probably do my actual job. I want Pinkie to know she can count on me, like she does you."

Rainbow chuckled. "I don't think she really counts on anybody, but... it's good to remain on her good side."

Trixie licked Flitter's cheek a few times before she kissed the woman's neck. Flitter let out a giggle but kept her eyes closed. "Oh, what a wake-up call," the ebony woman cooed sleepily.

"Couldn't help myself," Trixie cooed, before she rested her cheek on the woman's left shoulder. "I've never felt this... good before. This confident."

"You do seem rather radiant all of a sudden. I mean, you always seemed like this on stage, but..."

"It was all an act. But, now? I truly feel it."

Flitter smiled and wrapped her arms around her. "I have hours until my shift begins. But, you should get to your job. U-Unless, of course, you're... taking time off?"

Trixie sighed and started to poke Flitter's right nipple. "I do need to get back to work, but... I still have some things I need to do first."

"Oh. Okay. Well, no rush, right?"

Trixie smiled and slid atop the woman, gripping her breasts. "Until I have no money for my room."

Flitter gasped at the boob grab but she rested her arms by her side. "Mmm... How much do you have?"

"Enough for the month."

"So, we could... keep doing this?"

Trixie chuckled and dove in for a kiss.

Twilight and Rainbow Dash entered the comic book shop to find Lightning Dust and Pinkie stocking the shelves. "Hey," Twilight said with a light wave.

"Hey, bitch," Lightning greeted with a smile and a wave.

Twilight walked into the room before she looked out the front door to see a van pull up. "Who's that?" She asked.

Before anyone could react, a man jumped out of the van and ran up to the front door, With his shoulder, he barge through and broke the door open before he raised his gun. "Alright, bitches," he said as she kicked the broken door closed. "Empty the register!"

"You're robbing a comic book store?" Pinkamena asked as Lightning Dust raised her hands.

"I know this place does a lot of business. We've been observing it for a while. Now hand it over!"

Pinkamena sighed and began making her way behind the counter. "What-the-fuck-ever."

Rainbow eyed Twilight, who let out a sigh. "Fine," Twilight groaned, and took a step forward.

The man aimed his gun at her. "The fuck do you think you're doing? Stand still!"

"Um... No," Twilight said as she ran at the man and threw up her shield.

The man fired at her but the bullets were blocked. Twilight then shoved him through the front door and out onto the street before she threw a magic bolt at his head, causing it to explode in many chunks. She let out a sigh and headed back inside, where Lightning was staring at her in disbelief and Rainbow was smirking.

"So, yeah..." Twilight muttered.

"Holy fucking shit!" Lightning exclaimed with a wide smile. "You have fucking super powers?!"

Pinkamena left the counter. "You have magic?"

Twilight nodded. "Yeah, I picked up this crystal thing a few days ago and sort of been... stopping crime."

"That was you on the news?" Lightning asked. "Who blew up that dude and saved that woman?"

"Yep. Then I took out some thugs and got shot."

"You were shot?" Lightning asked, sounding confused.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. "Yeah, but she healed almost immediately."

"Well, shit. That mean you're becoming a superhero now?"

Twilight ran her fingers through her hair. "Wait until you see my outfit."

Lightning let out a long gasp. "Are you gonna look like the Midnight Mistress?"

"That's what I told Rarity, so... Speaking of which..." She then turned to Rainbow. "I'd like to stop by there after work to check on it."

Rainbow smiled. "Can do, hero."

Pinkamena looked out the front door. “That’ll definitely bring the cops over here.”

“What do we tell them?” Asked Lightning.

Twilight shrugged. “Maybe he tried to rob us and on his way out his head exploded? Presumably by that mysterious woman on the news?”

“That might work,” Rainbow sighed. “I mean, eventually people will recognize you.”

“I know,” Twilight sighed as she crossed her arms. “I’m just not ready for the whole city to know yet.”

After work, Twilight entered the boutique and went to find Rarity while Rainbow Dash just looked around for something sexy. Right managed to find the fashionista helping a woman pick out some shoes. Twilight waited patiently for them to finish. When the woman left to go purchase her new footwear, Rarity spotted Twilight with a smile and motioned for her to follow. Twilight smiled and followed her into the back room where Rarity locked the door.

“I drew up what I thought you’d like based on what you told me,” she said as she pointed over to an easel.

Twilight went over to go look at the options. “Wow, you’re really good.”

“Thanks,” Rarity chuckled, crossing her arms under her large breasts.

Twilight flipped through the three images until she found one that spoke to her. “This one.”

Rarity smiled and walked over. “Wonderful choice. I should be able to have it done tomorrow.”

“Thanks a bunch, I…” Twilight started, before she stopped when she remembered that Lightning and Pinkamena knew her secret.

“Something wrong?”

Twilight rubbed the back of her head. “I should probably tell you what it’s for.”

“What you do with the clothes I make is your business, Twilight.”

“Yes, but… you’ll eventually find out anyways if you watch the news.”

This seemed to intrigue the fashionista as she tilted her head slightly. “The news?”

“Yeah, uh… Have you heard about that woman who… was attacked by a mugger and… was saved?”

Rarity nodded. “By that mysterious woman who made the man’s head explode?”

Twilight nodded. “Yeah, uh…” She then pointed at herself with both thumbs.

Rarity’s eyes went wide. “You?”

“Yeah, the outfit is… sort of my hero outfit. Like the comics.”

“Really?” Rarity asked. “Wow… Can you prove it?”

“Prove it?”

“Yes, I’d like to see.”

“It’s kinda destructive, but… I guess I can do this.” Twilight held her hands so her palms were a few inches apart. She then made magic sparks shoot back and forth as her hands gave off a purple glow.

Rarity smiled widely. “Well… I guess I should get started on that outfit. No better publicity than a super hero wearing your designs.”

“Thanks again, Rarity.”

“Any time, dear.”

Late that night, Garble exited the gym and made his way towards his car through the near pitch black parking lot. After walking a few feet, he heard the sound of shoes on pavement as if someone was running towards him. He spun around and saw no one. He pulled out his keys and quickened his pace to his car. When he heard the running again, he bolted to his car, unlocked the front door, and quickly jumped inside. He then immediately locked all the doors and looked around.

“What the fuck?” He asked. “Someone’s fucking with me.”

He then had a bad feeling, before he quickly turned to look in the back seat. Nothing. He headed forward to check the floor and still nothing. He sat back up with a sigh and went to start the engine. Suddenly, a blue buzzsaw blade about the size of a manhole cover began cutting through the roof of the car.

“What the fuck?!” Garble yelled as he quickly opened the glovebox and pulled out a gun.

He then fired upwards, hoping to hit whoever held the buzzsaw. When it kept cutting through, he fumbled for the door handle and opened it, diving out of the car and falling on his back. When he aimed his gun again, the blade was gone. He slowly got to his feet and looked around.

“Where are you, you fuck?!”

He heard something behind him and soon around, only to have his gun knocked out of his hand by a blue baseball bat while something thin shot through his throat, hitting his vocal cords. His scream of pain turned into wheezing as he looked up to see Trixie standing there, holding the blue bat.

“What’s up, fucker?” She asked with a smirk.

Garble glared at her tried to speak, but found it difficult. He then placed to fingers to the hole and let out a wheezy, “You’re… fucking… dead.”

“Me? No, I seem to be the one in control here.” Trixie then whacked him in the chest with the bat, knocking him on his back. She’s then walked over to him and stepped on his left arm. “And, that’s bad news for you, big boy.”

She then slammed the bat down on his fingers over and over again until all five were horribly mangled. All the man could do was let out a weak, wheezy scream of pain that no one could hear. Trixie began to whistle to herself as she walked over to his right arm and repeated the process. Tears poured from the man’s face as there was nothing he could do.

“Aw, can the little bitch-baby not handle the pain?” Trixie teased.

She then reached down and grabbed him by the shirt collar, before she dragged him across the pavement to his car. Once there, she’d used her newfound strength to hoist him up.

“Time to return the favor, you sick fuck.”

She spun him around and forced him to bend over the hood. She summoned a pair of scissors that cut up his pants, making them easy to pull down. With a snap of fingers she summoned her magical strap-on.

“And for my last trick… I shall make my cock… disappear.”

Before the ban could process what she had said, she shoved her dick inside his ass, making him scream out in pain. Trixie started to rhythmically thrust her hips and let out moans of pleasure.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the shit. Right there!”

When she saw Garble start to move his arms to try and stop her, she held her hands behind her head with a smile. Two daggers formed above them and then penetrated the man’s arms, pinning them to the hood of the car.

“You won’t need those,” Trixie cooed as the baseball bat formed in her hand again. She then repeatedly pummeled Garble’s left arm and right arm until both were mangled, bloody, and partially flattened in some areas.

After a few more thrusts, Trixie moaned as she came hard. “Oh, fuck, yes!” She shuddered as all her magical constructs vanished.

She stepped back as Garble fell to the ground, groaning in pain. He weakly lifted his mangled hand to his throat to block the hole.

“Just wait till… you meet my… my sister,” he choked out. “You’ll be sorry.”

Trixie shook her head. “Nah,” she said as she shook her head and summoned her bat again. “I don’t think I will.” She then slammed the bat on his head with a sickening crunch. But she didn’t stop. She kept going until his head was just a body, lumpy mess of muscle tissue and bone.

She exhaled deeply and stepped back to examine her work. “That’s all three,” she sighed as she turned to leave. She then remembered seeing Twilight show up, only to leave her. “Actually… I think I have one more to deal with.”

Turns attention to Twilight