The Forgotten Queenby Enclave2277ChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 1Chapter 1 Market District, Canterlot It was a cloudy afternoon in Canterlot. Rich and well-dressed ponies ambled about, shopping at the finest stores in all Equestria. A small crowd had gathered outside a tea shop, in anticipation of a dazzling magical performance by a street magician. An impromptu stage, consisting of a wooden crate had been erected so that the magician could stand on it, giving the audience a better view of the show. The street performer was an icy blue mare with a silky white mane and tail. She sported a somewhat battered hat and cape covered in silver stars. She stepped on top of the crate and faced towards her small audience. “Come one come all, ponies of all ages! Witness feats of magic and illusion, the likes of which you have never seen. Be dazzled by the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie ignited her horn with a soft blue aura, showering the air above her with fireworks of red and silver hues. The crowd let out a soft murmur at the display. She scanned the crowd to find a mare or stallion that had a piece of clothing she could use for her next trick. Trixie saw a beige colored stallion sporting a silver pocket watch standing in the front row. “For my first trick I’m going to need a volunteer! Why you sir, the dashing stallion with the fine pocket watch, would you mind helping me with my show?” The beige stallion let out a chortle. “Oh ho such a charmer, well I can’t fault you for having good taste. Very well, what do I need to do?” “The great and powerful Trixie just needs to borrow your watch, only for a moment.” “Hmm…alright but do be careful it is a family heirloom.” “Trixie promises she shall take the utmost care with your precious possession.” Trixie focused on the watch, allowing it to levitate in the air. It glowed for several seconds, until it transformed into a gold colored phoenix. The mechanical bird flew in the sky, making dives at the crowd and screeching majestically. Meanwhile, Trixie began to sweat trying to focus on maintaining the illusion. It took a massive amount of magic and concentration to produce such a complex spell. She began to feel light headed, seeing spots as the bird continued to soar above the crowd. Trixie’s vision began to blur as she vomited onto several members of the crowd. If that wasn’t bad enough the spell had been maintaining, backfired making the phoenix explode in midair. The crowd began to disperse in panic, leaving only a few bystanders, including the beige stallion. When Trixie finally composed herself he glared at her with the intensity of Celestia’s sun. “YOU CHARLITEN, HOW DARE YOU DESTORY MY FATHER’S WATCH!! I should have you arrested for destruction of property. You’re just a pathetic, dirty pauper who fancies herself a high class entertainer.” The beige stallion spat on her mane and trotted away in a huff, leaving Trixie laying on the cold stone street. She sighed brushing the saliva out of her mane, dragging herself to an alleyway. The clouds from earlier had begun to unleash a slight downpour as she sat inside a makeshift tent. The shelter did little to keep the rain out and as such it began to soak her to the very bone. With a light sniff she began to sob, not caring about her pride or anything else. She was tired of failing, she knew that if only she had had more to eat, then maybe the magic strain wouldn’t have made her sick. But alas, she was extremely poor and could only afford the most meager morsels of bread. Trixie curled herself into a ball trying to get some semblance of sleep, when she heard of voice. “Umm hello there are you ok?” Trixie hiccupped. “What…do you want? Did you come her to insult me…if so please go away.” The voice came from a cloaked stallion that was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. His cloak was a rich, dark blue and was held together by a sliver broach. The cut of it suggested that he was fairly wealthy. “You poor thing…no I am not here to insult you. I-I just overheard you crying and thought you might…” Trixie let out another raspy sob. “Might what, be the most pathetic pony in all Canterlot? I’m just a failure…leave to my sorrows.” The stallion patted Trixie on the shoulder. “Listen, I want to help you, not harm you. Come, follow me I have a house near here.” With nothing left to lose, Trixie sighed and decided to follow the mysterious Stallion. The pair of ponies walked about two kilometers outside of the Canterlot city limits, until they came upon a large house. It was a rather large mansion, reminding Trixie of the Palace of Versaddles in Prance. The front lawn was a lush green and maintained to perfection. If Trixie didn’t know any better she’d swear it was green carpet. Once inside she noticed a yellow coated stallion in a suit with a slicked black mane standing near a large, winding staircase. The suited stallion merely gave a nod as they entered the room. “Ah good evening sir, I noticed we have a…guest.” The cloaked stallion chuckled. “Yes, Bertram would be kind enough to show this lovely mare to the bathroom? I’m certain she’s chilled to the bone and could use a nice, hot shower.” “Of course, sir. Madam, if you would be so kind as to follow me please.” Trixie tried her best to conceal a squee, but failed miserably. It had been ages since she a hot shower. With a noticeable spring in her step she followed the butler up the stairs to the bathroom. To say that the bathroom was luxurious was to compare a foal’s school craft project to a work of art. The entire floor was expensive imported marble, and no doubt the sink and tub were made of hoof crafted silver. Trixie gingerly twisted the knobs, allowing the steaming hot water to wash over her tired body. Even though she felt like she could spend hours in here, it was more prudent to find the shampoo and body wash and make herself presentable once more. She found a bottle of conditioner that smelled like lilacs and quickly lathered her mane and tail, making them silky smooth once again. Toweling herself off quickly, Trixie exited the bathroom to find the butler waiting for her. She blushed slightly in embarrassment, realizing that he must have been waiting for her. “Oh…umm sorry I didn’t realize you were waiting. I could have washed up more quickly had I known.” Bertram arched an eyebrow. “Trust me madam, it is of no consequence. I have waited longer, for far stranger occasions.” Trixie let out a small sigh of relief. “Good, I don’t mean to be a bother but I’m afraid I don’t know my way around the house.” “The master has instructed me to escort you to the library. Please follow me.” The ponies made their way to a large library, where the previously cloaked stallion was sitting in a plush, velvet chair in front of a marble fireplace, enjoying a glass of wine. He motioned for Trixie to take a seat next to him. She complied, gingerly planting herself on a chair next to his. The stallion was striking to say the least. He had a gray coat, but most of his body was covered by a burgundy robe. His mane and tail were an odd swirling of white and gray, styled in a side lock. Trixie noted that his cutie mark was a gold fan. She couldn’t quite put her hoof on it, but it seemed familiar. “I take it you found the shower?” “Yes I did. I wanted to thank you for your hospitality. You’ve been so kind to me and you don’t even know my name.” “Think nothing of it, my dear. I was just helping a pony in need. My name is Hoity-Toity, and you’re the Great and Powerful Trixie I assume?” Trixie gasped. “WHAT? Y-you’re the Hoity-Toity? Only the most famous fashion guru in all Equestria! How did you know my name?” Hoity smiled. “It seems my reputation precedes me. As for your name, I figured that out when I saw your little show earlier.” Trixie blushed. “Oh…you saw that?” “No need to be embarrassed dear, it was quite the display. I dare say, I was impressed! Why only unicorns of the highest caliber can perform such spells.” “But I failed…” Hoity interrupted Trixie. “Now, now none of that kind of talk. You are a gifted unicorn and that is that. It just so happens I’m in need of a talented unicorn.” “Why would you need somepony like me?” “You see Ms. Trixie, my profession may be in the world of fashion, but I absolutely adore archeology. It is my passion, to collect rare antiques and learn about ancient cultures. In fact, I have funded some of the museums around Canterlot and some of their expeditions.” “Well that’s very interesting Mr. Toity, but what does that have to do with me?” “My dear, it has everything to do with you. I recently funded an expedition in a faraway land and I’m in need of a magic expert. The problem with ancient ruins is that they sometimes contain magical traps or artifacts that might have enchantments. I am an earthpony, so I have no skill in such matters. You, however are.” “Why would you want me and not somepony like Twilight Sparkle?” “I don’t think Ms. Sparkle would have the time, nor the desire to engage in my enterprises. You are perfect though.” Trixie scowled. “Are you insinuating something?” “Oh dear I hadn’t meant to be rude about your…erm current situation. I thought that you would like a well-paying job and a place to stay. Ms. Sparkle doesn’t really have the time to travel outside of the country, but you do.” “So, this job involves getting out of Equestria?” “As a matter of fact it does. When I said I was interested in ancient ruins, I didn’t just mean Equestria. Why just recently, one of my scouts told me there were some ancient ruins found in Minos that may be of interest. They are supremely old, well over ten thousand years old.” Trixie quietly sipped her tea in thought. “If I decided to do this and I mean if, what would I be doing?” “You would accompany me to the site and scan the ruins with your magic. If there are any traps or hexes you would disable them. Simple right?” “Well…yes I suppose I could dispel hexes easily enough, they are part of illusion magic. Very well I shall work for you Mr. Toity.” Hoity rubbed his hooves together. “Ah excellent, I’ll have Bertram draw up the contract later. For now just enjoy the mansion, you are my guest after all.” “I-I couldn’t possibly stay here…even if I work for you. I don’t want to impose.” “Nonsense, you are not imposing dear. I live alone in this house, so it’s nice to have some company every once and a while. Between you and me, Bertram can be rather dour at times.” Trixie giggled. “Yes I could tell right away. I felt bad about making him wait till I was done with my shower. He doesn’t get out much does he?” “I’m afraid not. Regardless of his demeanor, he is without a doubt one of the most loyal butlers I’ve ever had the pleasure to employ. Do you care for any wine dear?” “Hmm no, I’ll stick with tea thanks.” Trixie took another sip of her orange spice tea noticing a small picture sitting on top of the fireplace mantle. She got up from her chair and examined it. The picture seemed a bit dated and showed Hoity Toity dressed in a khaki colored uniform along with a grinning pegasus mare next to him. They seemed to be near a dig site in some far of jungle. The pegasus had a butterscotch colored coat and a scruffy black-grey mane. She too was wearing some sort of uniform. Trixie thought the mare looked familiar but couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. Trixie was interrupted by Hoity placing a hoof on her shoulder. “That picture brings back some memories, that’s for sure. It was taken about three years ago, in the jungles of South Amareica.” “Who is the mare, she looks familiar somehow.” “Why that’s my daughter, Daring Do. Surely you’ve heard of her?” Trixie gasped. “What? The Daring Do? I never knew you were her father.” “Yes, I tend to keep that one a secret from the mainstream media. About fifteen years ago I had visited Manehatten to attend an opera, The Barber of Neighville if I’m not mistaken. Anyway, I was walking to my hotel when I happened to come across an orphanage. Sometimes I like to give money to charities; I’m a bit of a philanthropist. In this case I took a gander inside and found that most of the foals were running around, screaming and roughhousing as they often do. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little butterscotch pegasus, snout deep in a book about archaeology, and the rest is history.” “Now I see why you two get along so well, since you both like ancient stuff so much.” Hoity sighed. “She was such a rambunctious filly, always filled with wanderlust. That’s what I love about her; she never seemed to have lost her taste for adventure. Although that stubborn mare doesn’t write to her father very often. For Celestia’s sake, she hasn’t written to me in four months!” “Four months? Why would she wait that long?” “Well…it’s because she’s busy excavating some new underwater city off the coast of Neighpon. I suppose she must be busy, can’t say I blame her. Neighponese culture is simply fascinating. She always writes me back, no matter what, it will just take her a while longer that’s all.” Trixie let out a yawn. “That’s nice…oh sorry I’m feeling a bit exhausted. Do you mind directing me to your guest room?” “Oh dear, I’m sorry I forgot how late it was. You certainly deserve some rest after today’s ordeal. Just follow me.” Hoity led Trixie up a flight stairs which led to a long hallway. He opened the door to a room that was elegant but simply furnished at the same time. It had a small dresser, a bathroom, vanity mirror and a twin sized bed near the window. Trixie climbed into the bed, relishing the soft velvety sheets as she sank her head into the pegasus feather pillow. Hoity tucked her in and stared at her. Trixie hadn’t noticed before, but he had exotically colored red irises that seemed to sparkle like rubies in the moonlight. He must have caught her looking, as he adopted a slight grin. Trixie blushed, pulling the covers up to her muzzle. “Sorry I-I didn’t mean to stare…” Hoity waggled his eyebrows. “Like what you see?” “I have to admit you have the most…entrancing eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somepony with red eyes before.” “For what it’s worth I’m glad you find them appealing, so many ponies are afraid of them. That’s why I wear sunglasses all the time, that and they tend to be sensitive to light.” “You’re welcome. Sleep well Mr. Toity.” Hoity patted Trixie on the head. “Sweet dreams Ms. Trixie.” Golden Oakes Library, Ponyville Twilight Sparkle scrunched her eyes in concentration at the yellow crystal placed before her. For months she had tried to figure out just what it was, testing it with every tool in her arsenal. It had been found near where Frostmere and Iron were battling, several months prior. Grunting in frustration she decided to blast the stubborn rock with a magic bolt just to see what would happen. She yelped in surprise as the crystal hovered above her and glowed like the sun, sending a magical shockwave towards her. The poor mare was launched into a nearby wall as the gem floated towards her. To her surprise it began to speak. Finally somepony decided to use their noggin! But if you wouldn’t mind could you possibly release me from here, it’s a bit cramped. Twilight’s pupils shrank in shock. “Huu-what now? How can you be talking? What are you?” Oh silly me, I never introduced myself before. The name’s Zog. Old Frosty imprisoned me during the fight and it seems like everypony decided to forget about me! Well guess what Ms. Sparkle you get three wishes…if you can free me that is. “What are you some kind of genie? Everypony knows they aren’t real. ANYWAY, how would I even go about freeing you?” I’m not really a genie per say, but I do have a lot of magic! SO basically you would get some free stuff. Ya know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours. All ya have to do to release me is take a hammer and whack the crystal. Twilight grit her teeth. “You mean to tell me I’ve been wasting the last four months using every scientific instrument known to pony-kind and all I had to do was USE A HAMMER?!” You know Ms. Sparkle you really shouldn’t get so angry; it’ll give you high blood pressure. OH and the wrinkles, don’t forget the wrinkles! With an angry growl Twilight took the hammer and smashed the crystal with all her might. The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, and just when she was about to get angry that nothing was happening a bright light flashed in the room. Before her floating a meter off the ground was a glowing pink stallion? No, it wasn’t quite a stallion. He had two ram horns sticking out from the sides of his head and a whispy neon purple mane and tail, which seemed to have a life of its own. His eyes, if you could call them that, were just blue glowing orbs. They resembled the eyes of a changeling. The stallion-thing also had a small pair of canines protruding from his muzzle. Popping the bones in his neck, Zog floated over to Twilight. “Oy! Spending a few thousand years in small, confined spaces gives ya such a crick in the NECK!” Twilight cringed. “Oh…lucky me, I just released some weird goat-pony thing.” Zog giggled. “No, my dear Sparkles I’m a Targarian, you know from the planet Targaria? Why its two universes to the left past the giant black hole, can’t miss it!” Twilight stared at Zog dumfounded, while he smooshed her cheeks together. “Aww how cute, the wittle egghead pony can’t comprehend reality beyond her itsy-bitsy universe. Don’t worry though you are ignorant, I am a Targarian of my word! You shall receive three wonderful gifts, just name them dearie.” Before she could reply somepony knocked on the door. “Twi are ya alright in there? Ah hear some strange noises down there, do ya need any help?” “I’m fine Big Mac; we just have a new guest to deal with.” “A guest, well why don’t ya introduce us?” “I’m…not sure you’d want to meet him. He’s strange.” “You should be ashamed of yerself Twi, judging a pony like that. It ain’t polite!” Twilight huffed. “Grrgghh you don’t understand, he’s not from around here.” “That still ain’t a good reason ta harp on him.” Zog made an angel halo appear above his head. “Why I’m just a little angel, I’d never do anything to upset anypony.” Big Mac gave Zog a firm hoof shake. “The name’s Big Mac, nice ta meet ya. What’s yer name?” Zog bowed. “Mah name is Zog, pleeeeased ta make yer acquaintance Mr. Big Mac. You suurrre do have a mighty fine hoofshake.” “The honor is mine Mr. Zog.” Zog put on a top hat and monocle out of thin air. “Like a sir. See Twinkie, I’m not so bad. I’m sure we can become the bestest of pals, I’m sure Pinkie will approve.” “My name’s not Twinkie or Sparkles, its TWILIGHT!!” Zog picked at one of his teeth. “Meh, whatever you say Twerpy Spatula.” Twilight stomped out of the room grumbling something about lamps, followed closely by Big Mac. The farmer stallion knew how irritable she could get when she didn’t sleep, due to long nights of research. She sat on the couch with a grumpy frown, angrily slurping a cup of tea. Mac trotted over and sat next to her, rubbing her back with his hoof. “Now there ain’t no reason for ya ta be so upset Twi. Ah know this Zog fella can be a might annoyin’ but just try ta relax a bit. He’s not gonna make the world explode.” Twilight let out a sigh. “I know…it’s just that I spent the last few months analyzing that crystal and all I got out of it was some kind of annoying Discord goat-pony thing. Pinkie told me about him, but I just didn’t believe her. Those two would get along just fine, but he…gets on my nerves.” “He’ll just take a bit of gettin’ used to that’s all. Why don’t ya catch up on some sleep. I’ll entertain our new guest.” “Ok…but if he does anything weird, wake me up right away got it?” “Eeyup.” Chapter 2Chapter 2 Hoity Toity’s mansion, on the outskirts of Canterlot The morning rays of Celestia’s sun shone through the bedroom window, waking Trixie up from her luxurious slumber. Letting out a long yawn, while rubbing her eyes she slowly dragged herself out of the bed. She let out a yelp of surprise to find Bertram standing near the entrance of her room, a slight scowl on his face. “Ehem, I take it you slept well Madam Trixie?” Trixie blushed noting that she still had bed mane. “Oh…um yes I spelt quite well, thank you. If you don’t mind I haven’t really gotten the chance to freshen up yet.” “Of course Madam, the master requests you meet him in the dining room in thirty minutes for breakfast. I believe he was making a fruit salad, accompanied by cinnamon oatmeal. He insisted on making it himself. The master is quite the accomplished cook, if I do say so myself. Please enjoy your meal.” “I will, enjoy the rest of your day…Bertram.” “I shall, Madam. Ta-ta for now.” Trixie made her way into the bathroom, noticing an ivory colored mane brush. She wasn’t quite sure if it was genuine ivory but judging from how rich Hoity was, she didn’t doubt it. Trixie picked up the brush with her magic and began to carefully straighten her silky white mane, deciding to tie a navy blue ribbon near the base to accentuate her coat. She also found that there were plenty of cosmetics in the cabinet, so she applied some blush and a bit of dark eye shadow. After all, she had to look presentable to her new employer. Trixie made her way down the stairs, which led to the dining room. It was fairly large and the table in it could have seated at least twenty ponies. She noticed that there were two places set across from each other. The finest china had been spread out; it was white with gold trim, along with crystal glasses. Silver spoons and knives sat on each side of plate, underneath them a burgundy colored napkin. She was just about to sit in one of the chairs, when Hoity appeared wearing what seemed to be a cooking apron. He trotted over to the table with a silver tray filled with all sorts of pastries, fruit salad, and two bowls of steaming hot oatmeal. The delicious smells wafted over to Trixie’s muzzle as she began to subconsciously drool. It had been far too long since she had a proper meal. “Good Morning Ms. Trixie, I trust you slept well? I took the liberty of making breakfast this morning, since I’m sure you’re quite hungry.” As if on cue, Trixie’s stomach made a loud rumble. She blushed furiously, hiding her face behind her hooves. Hoity just chuckled and set the tray in front of her. “No need to be embarrassed dear, everypony gets hungry. Besides I take it as a compliment, that my food would be so enticing as to make somepony drool.” Trixie quickly wiped her muzzle. “Sorry…it’s just been a long time since I had decent food. Being poor kind of limits your culinary options.” Hoity nodded. “Ah yes, foul business that is. Don’t feel as if you need to apologize, it’s quite alright. I understand what you went through. It breaks my heart to see ponies have to live in such conditions. That is why I run several charities, dear. Oh, what’s this I see? You’ve styled your mane! Why it looks simply marvelous, and if I may say so that eye shadow makes your eyes pop.” Trixie shuffled her hooves. “T-thank you. I’m glad you like it. I haven’t really had the chance to style myself lately. If I have the chance I like to make myself look presentable.” “You are far more than presentable, Ms. Trixie, more like ravishing I would say. In any case please eat some breakfast, we have long day ahead of us.” Trixie nibbled on some fruit salad. “What exactly do you have planned?” “Well we’re going to have to stop in Canterlot to pick up some supplies. We’ll need to buy train tickets as well, oh and I can’t forget the medicine!” “Train tickets? Where exactly are we going?” “Why…to Minos of course! What did you think the dig site was in Equestria?” “No, I didn’t realize we’d be traveling so far. I’m afraid I don’t have any supplies to pack, or bits to help pay for them.” Hoity scoffed. “Not to worry I shall take care of those kinds of expenses, I am wealthy remember. Although I warn you, we might be in Minos for quite some time. It takes at least four days to reach the border by train alone.” “That’s fine, it’s not like I have anything tying me down to Equestria anyway. I feel really bad that you have to take of the expenses, it makes me feel so…useless.” “Hmm I understand, but you work for me now. As such your expedition expenses as well as living costs are covered. All you have to do is lend your magical talents to me, nothing more. Besides I enjoy your company, it’s not often that I have traveling companion with me. Please continue to enjoy your breakfast, I need to gear up.” Trixie finished the rest of her breakfast and found Hoity waiting at the door, wearing a navy blue coverall suit, complete with a set of hoof boots and a backpack. He still wore his trademark sunglasses; however his mane had been tied in a braid and tucked under a military cap. The ashen earthpony was busy checking as Trixie trotted over to his side. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to get dressed.” Hoity let out a snort. “Oh well I already had this outfit ready to go. I took the liberty of having Bertram file your measurements while you slept. Your suit is sitting over there by the door. Feel free to take a few minutes and change.” Trixie quickly donned her khaki uniform, complete with boots and cap and slid on the backpack sitting on the floor. The two ponies then made their way to a supply shop in the middle of Canterlot, buying such things as water, food, cooking equipment and excavation tools. Hoity once again got out his list, checking to see if he forgot anything. “Excuse me Ms. Trixie, but do you happen to know how to teleport?” “I do but why do you want to know?” “We have everything ready for the trip except medical supplies. I buy those off of a mare who lives near the Everfree Forest, which as you may know is quite a distance from here.” “I would need to concentrate but I think my teleportation spell could get us at least close to it.” “Excellent, I would hate to make a lady walk too far. Plus I’d…rather not walk either.” Trixie giggled. “Ok, hold on to my hoof this should only take a second. I warn you though, for non-unicorns teleporting sometimes causes extreme vertigo and nausea.” “Pfft I’ve had worse. Ready when you are.” With a flash of light blue magic, Trixie and Hoity were gone in an instant. Zecora’s Hut, near the Everfree Forest Trixie and Hoity materialized near a small hut, on the edge of the Everfree Forest. Trixie dusted herself off, glancing over at Hoity who had paled a few shades and was wobbly on his hooves. A few minutes later he was vomiting into some nearby bushes. Once he was done, Trixie helped him back onto his hooves. “Ughh by Luna’s unshorn fetlocks, THAT WAS AWEFUL!” Trixie clicked her tongue. “I told you that could happen. Can’t say I’m surprised, earthponies handle magic the worst. At least pegasai are used to flying around.” “Alright, alright fine I was wrong. Just let me gather my bearings the next time you decide to teleport.” “Say…I recognize this place. This is where that Zebra enchantress lives.” Hoity cleared his throat. “Yes, her name is Zecora. She’s quite skilled at making medicine. Healing salves, ointments, stimulants, you name it she makes it.” Hoity trotted over to the door of the hut and nocked three times. Not hearing a response he decided to shout. “Hello is anypony here; I’d like to purchase some medicine!” Hoity hear the clopping of hooves against wood as the door opened to reveal a teenage mare. She was about Trixie’s height, but her coat was butter yellow. Atop her vibrant flowing red mane sat a small black Stetson. Her equally red tail was tied at the end to prevent it getting in the way as she walked. “Howdy, welcome to Zecora’s medicine shop! Y’all need any help with anythin’?” Trixie was about to dismiss the mare, but noticed she sported a strange cutie mark. It was an apple blossom with a mortar and pestle inside. Obviously, this was not the Zecora, but her assistant. Hoity was the one who spoke up. “Why yes we were looking to purchase some items. My associate and I are going on a long journey and we need medicines and whatnot. If I may ask who are you my dear?” “Mah name is Applebloom, and I’m one of Zecora’s new assistants. She’s been teaching me how ta make potions and whatnot, for the last couple months.” “A pleasure to meet you Applebloom, I’m Hoity Toity and the unicorn next to me is Trixie. If you have any stimulants and healing salves in stock I’d like to buy some.” Applebloom whistled. “Well butter mah flank, we got celebrities in the shop. Hey Frost get in here we got some customers!” Hoity chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t go that far, my dear. I may be a wealthy fashion guru, but I’m just like anypony else.” While Applebloom and Hoity were socializing Trixie noticed another pony enter the room. He was a teenage unicorn stallion, who was completely white, like freshly fallen snow. Trixie had to control herself from gasping, as she had never seen a pony with such exotic coloring. He wore a small pair of glasses over his snout and had tied his long mane into a pony-tail. What really threw Trixie for a loop was his cutie mark. It was almost identical to Twilight Sparkle’s, except that it was dark blue. Perhaps he was a relative of hers? She quickly tried to look the other way, as it was rude to stare at somepony’s flank…most of the time. Applebloom muzzled the white stallion. “Hey Frost, did ya finish those fertility pills yet?” “Just got them done a few minutes ago. So what’s going on?” “The two ponies over here wanna buy some caffeine supplements and healin’ salves. Ya mind usin’ yer magic ta get ‘em off the top shelf?” The stallion levitated a few bottles onto the table. “There we go. Let’s see that should be a few months’ supply, is that enough?” Hoity rubbed his chin. “Yes, that should be plenty. How much do I owe you?” “I’d say fifty bits should cover it.” “Here’s one hundred bits, go buy something nice for your marefriend.” “Will do sir. My name’s Frostmere, I started working here about four months ago. I can’t say that I know who you are.” “Well isn’t this rare, a pony who has no idea who I am. I’m Hoity Toity; I deal in selling top of the line merchandise to both stallions and mares.” Frostmere laughed nervously. “Sorry…you could say I’m new to Equestria, I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s nice to meet you anyway.” “Think nothing of it! I was more surprised than offended dear boy. Just out of curiosity, where is Zecora?” “She went off ta see her relatives back in Zebrica. Ah reckon she won’t be back for at least another month. That’s probably why she was so happy ta take on apprentices, cause she’s been runnin’ the show all by herself since she came ta Ponyville.” “I’ve taken the liberty of writing her a thank you note. Please make sure that she receives it, and give her my regards as well.” Frostmere nodded. “Don’t worry we will. Have a pleasant journey.” “Thank you. Come along Ms. Trixie we have a train to catch!” Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville Big Mac sat on the couch across from Zog, while sipping a cup of coffee. He made sure to keep his voice down, so he wouldn’t disturb his marefriend’s nap. Celestia knew she needed the rest. Twilight in her usual obsessive manner had forgone sleep in order to conduct research on the crystal. According to Iron Cross, it was the object that Frostmere had sealed Zog into so he wouldn’t interfere anymore. While it was a little hard to believe that Zog had previously shared Pinkie Pie’s body, Big Mac could tell that he wasn’t lying about it. Also, it would certainly explain why Pinkie had such strange world altering abilities. The Targarian had long since slurped his coffee down and was playing with a conjured rubber bouncy ball, a bored look on his face. Mac cleared his throat. “Ah know Twi was givin’ ya hard time but she hasn’t been getting’ much rest as of late. So, if it ain’t too much ta ask, would ya mind forgivin’ her?” Zog rubbed a hoof through his mane. “Umm…I suppose I was being a bit rude as well. You must understand I haven’t been able to use my own body for more than two millennia. I forgive her, so long as she forgives me.” “I’m sure she will. Trust me, that nap of hers will do wonders ta improve her mood.” “Hmm yes one can hope. Perhaps she should also consider bathing? She reeked of stale sweat and musty old books. You know if you’re into that kind of thing I won’t judge…” Mac rolled his eyes. “Yeah there’s that too. Hay, I’m a farmin’ pony and even ah know when ta take a bath. I’ll…make sure ta remind her when she wakes up. Since you’ve been locked up for a while, I was wonderin’ if ya wanted ta get a bite ta eat.” “Oooh that would be positively delightful! What did you have in mind?” “Well, there’s Sugarcube Corner if you’re in to sweets…that is.” “Ah yes how could I forget? I love sweets and this will give me a chance to drop in on my favorite pink hurricane.” Mac finished his coffee and headed out the door with Zog floating behind him. As they walked through Ponyville they were met by strange looks from the townsponies. Zog was wearing a grin so wide, that Mac thought it could possibly rip his face apart. With a flourish of his hoof, Zog played music that seemingly came from nowhere. He took to the ground and began wiggling his rump to the beat of the song. “WE’RE GOING TO SUGARCUBE CORNER!!” Big Mac merely gave a sheepish look to the stunned crowd, not really understanding what was going on either. He picked up the pace, wanting to get to Sugarcube corner as quickly as possible. They entered the shop, jingling a small golden bell. Mrs. Cake trotted up to them, looking slightly surprised. “Why hello dears, what can I get you today?” “Well ah think we’ll have two of your finest croissants.” “Such refined taste, very well. I’ll have those out in a jiffy dear.” Zog curled an ethereal moustache. “Zoot allures, ze gentlecolt has very fine tastes in le pastries!” Just then they heard a thumping of hooves upon the floor, only to see Pinkie Pie come barreling down the stairs with a goofy grin on her face. She did a double take around the room, and then shouted at the top of her lungs. “PASTRIES, WHERE!?” Noticing a muffin sitting on the counter she quickly gobbled it up. With crumbs still stuck on her muzzle she levitated several meters into the air, looking like she’d seen a ghost. Pinkie gasped. “Zoggy? Is that YOU?” Zog leapt across the room tackling Pinkie with a full powered glomp. “Pinkie! Oh it’s been far too long my dear! I’ve missed you sooooooo much.” The pink mare giggled burying her muzzle into his chest. “Oh my gosh, it really is you. I can’t believe it. This soooo super specially awesome!” “I’m sorry that I couldn’t visit earlier, I was kind of trapped in that crystal. I felt so bad about using your body to fight that retched alicorn, but it’s such a relief to see that you’re ok.” Zog felt something wet on his chest, noticing that Pinkie had tightened her grip. He sighed and ran a hoof through her mane. Her grip lessened somewhat, but he could her hyperventilating slightly. When she spoke, her tone was softer than before. “I’m glad you’re back Zoggy. I was really worried about you. I thought…you were gone forever.” “Shh it’s ok now, I’m here to stay. You can thank your egg headed friend for releasing me from the crystal. The reminds me…I still owe her three gifts.” Pinkie wiped her eyes. “Ok, well I’m gonna have to throw you a welcome back party ya know.” “I know, I know. I trust you’ve met Big Mac before?” “Yeperoony, sure have! Wait a minute where’s Twilight?” “She wasn’t feelin’ too well, had ta get some rest on account of stayin’ up too late.” “Silly Twilight, always studying too much! Sleep is really important if you don’t want to be a grumpy dump all the time.” Mac let out a knowing grunt. “She gets upset over the strangest things sometimes, but between you and me she’s adorable when she throws those little tantrums of hers. Don’t tell her ah said that though; she might be inclined ta usin’ some unpleasant magic on me.” “Don’t worry Mac, you’re secret is safe with good ole’ aunt Pinkie.” “Pinkie I’m well over…” Pinkie stuffed her hoof in Mac’s mouth. “I know you are, but just listen anyway ok?” “Soooo Mac, how’s your sister doing?” “She’s doin’ alright ah suppose. Iron and her have been thinkin’ about gettin’ hitched, but nothin’ real concrete at this point. Ah suppose there’s gonna come a point where they’ll want to move out and get a house of their own, might have ta think about hirin’ a new farmpony.” “Aww that’s so romantic! I’ll have to throw the bachelorette party for them. Oooh and do you think they’ll let me handle the foal-shower too?” “Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves Pinkie. Ah ain’t even sure if Applejack wants a foal right now. If she ever got pregnant, it would drive her hog-wild. If there’s one thing mah sister hates, it’s sittin’ around doin’ nothin’.” “Yeah she’s sort of like the earthpony version of Dashie.” “Ah reckon you’re right. In fact if Rainbow Dash was a colt, mah sister would’ve jumped on her quicker than a rattlesnake pouncin’ on a rabbit.” Zog started eating a bag of popcorn. “Oh the wonders of rule sixty three. Alternate universes are always so fascinating.” “What the hay is umm…rule sixty three?” Pinkie just giggled while Zog donned a sweater vest and a pair of hipster glasses. “I’m afraid you wouldn’t understand my good stallion. SERIOUS alternate universe BUSSINESS. The wonderful, terrible things I know would devastate your poor pony brain. Let’s just leave it at that shall we?” Mac munched on his croissant. “Alright, ah guess I’m just not meant ta know certain things.” “Way to be a good sport Mac old pal! If it were Twilight asking me, she’d bother me for weeks until I told her, instead I’d just simply show her a rather…saucy universe with her alter ego. She’d write the princess a letter and we would simply sit back and watch the carnage ensue.” “If ya even think about doin’ that Zog, I’ll kick ya so hard you’d need a straw ta eat.” Zog gulped. “Ha…ha well I was only kidding. I know how much you care for Twilight, besides I don’t really want to incur the wrath of Celestia. Discord did and look where that got him.” Mac grinned. “Well, then ah think we have ourselves an understandin’. By the way Pinkie, do you think we should tell Princess Celestia about Zog? She’s certainly gonna want ta know about somepony who acts like Discord.” “Now hold on just a minute! I am most certainly not Discord. That oaf just decides to create chaos on a whimsy, for his own selfish needs. I am more refined than that. Right Pinkie?” Pinkie nuzzled Zog once again. “It’s ok Mac, Zog is just a big softie once you get to know him. There’s NO way he could ever be as much of a meanie pants as Dissy. But…he can be kind of weird sometimes.” “Me weird, oh well that’s rich coming from the pony who can eat an entire cake without getting diabetes.” “Dia-what?” “Never mind dear. I think I’ll go visit her royal-shininess on my own accord. Who knows, maybe she enjoys a good prank?” Chapter 3Chapter 3 Train Station, Ponyville Hoity and Trixie had their bags full of supplies and medicine and were ready to take the express train to the border of Minos. They trotted over to the ticket booth to purchase a couple of one way passes. Hoity cleared his throat. “Excuse me my good stallion, but my companion and I wish to purchase two tickets to Minos.” The Ticketmaster let out a whistle. “That sure is an exotic destination there mister. Can’t say I’ve had too many ponies going there. From what I hear Minos is a mighty dangerous place.” “I assure you that I am well aware of the risks. As a matter of fact, I happen to do quite a bit of business with the Minotaurs.” “Hey, I’m not here to question your taste in travel. I just thought you might want a warning.” “I appreciate the sentiment. Now how many bits do I owe you?” “Well, let’s see…two tickets are forty bits.” Once they received their tickets, Hoity and Trixie made their way onto one of the passenger cars. While their cabin wasn’t exactly luxurious it was spacious and comfortable. Inside were two bunk beds that doubled as chair cushions when folded. Two shelves hung above the beds to house all of their belongings. Trixie levitated the gear onto the shelves and secured them using straps. Both ponies sat on the seats, tucking their legs underneath them to get more comfortable. “I’m terribly sorry that the accommodations aren’t the finest Ms. Trixie. You must understand that very few trains even travel so far outside of Equestria, let alone luxury cars.” “It’s alright; I’ve stayed in far worse places than this.” “Oh…erm right I forgot about that. I do believe that they serve meals though.” “Good, I’m starting to get hungry.” “Yes all that hiking around Ponyville gave me quite the appetite. I’ll try and find a waiter and order us some lunch.” Hoity found a waiter and ordered two bean burgers with a side of hay fries. Deciding to throw any notions of healthy cuisine out the window he ordered chocolate milkshakes as well. After about fifteen minutes the server arrived at their cabin, laden with delicious fatty foods. Trixie immediately started drooling, and practically accosted the poor server as she grabbed her burger. She happily gobbled down the hay fries, chugging them down with the chocolate milkshake. Hoity grinned still sipping his milkshake. “Well, now it seems somepony was hungry!” “Yep, I love bean burgers and hay fries. It’s the simple food that’s always the best.” “Indeed. No matter how rich I’ve become or how many fancy foods I’ve eaten, I still think comfort food is the tastiest. You’re a mare after my own heart.” “Mr. Toity, do you have any idea how long it will take to get there?” “I’d say three days, give or take a few hours. The dig site is located in an extremely remote region of Minos, so I suspect it will take us an extra day to travel from the train station. Oh and by the way you can just call me Hoity, no more of this mister business…it makes me feel old.” Trixie giggled. “If I can call you Hoity, then I insist you call me Trixie.” Hoity shrugged. “Fair is fair, I suppose.” Trixie yawned. “Ughhh…sorry I think I had too much to eat, I’m starting to get sleepy.” “You might as well get some sleep; it’ll help pass the time dear.” Before Hoity could say anything else, he heard soft snoring. Trixie was out like a light, sprawled across the seat cushion. He grinned, shaking his head. While watching the mare sleep, he was reminded suddenly of his own daughter. Hoity remembered that Daring used to fall asleep in the blink of an eye sometimes, despite her near boundless energy. He chuckled softly and began reading a book he had stowed in his backpack. Ten minutes later he heard Trixie scream in terror, as the mare awoke drenched in a cold sweat. “Trixie what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” “I…it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” “No, my dear it is not simply nothing. You know you can talk to me about it, I promise I won’t laugh.” “Ok but you have to promise me…it’s a sensitive subject.” Hoity placed a hoof on her shoulder. “I promise. If your issue is serious enough to induce screaming within ten minutes of sleep, then it certainly can’t be a small problem.” “I’ve always had nightmares because I’m afraid of being left alone.” “Alone…whatever do you mean?” “Even as a filly I had dreams of becoming the greatest stage performer in all Equestria. My parents loved me, but they also pushed me to become the best. It was hard living up to their expectations. My drive to succeed, coupled with the need to adopt a stage persona made me somewhat arrogant.” “Ah I see, please continue.” “My arrogance earned me…few friends. It was always difficult for me to make any because deep down I’m actually rather shy, so I would adopt my stage persona to make up for it. As the years went by I decided to become a traveling magician, but it was a lonely existence. I would rarely ever spend more than a week at any given town.” “Reminds me of the days when I first started my clothing company. I always had long weeks, no free time and was constantly traveling.” “What few friends I did have, didn’t seem to care enough to keep in touch with me. Eventually I became completely absorbed in my alter-ego; otherwise I couldn’t have continued…the depression would have eaten me alive. A few years ago I traveled to Ponyville and…” “Trixie, we can stop talking about this if causes you too much pain.” Trixie let out a shudder, tears moistening her eyes. “No, I need to let this out. Somepony needs to hear this.” “I was just worried. We can keep talking so long as you’re able to continue.” “There was an incident involving an ursa minor, it nearly wrecked the town. I couldn’t stop it, but Twilight Sparkle did. The townsponies blamed me for the incident and ran me out of town. For so long I was jealous of Twilight, I hated her Hoity. She had everything I ever wanted: friends, power, talent and love. The next year was a struggle for me, my thoughts were consumed with revenge and one day I came across an amulet that gave me extraordinary powers. It was the perfect opportunity to squelch Twilight once and for all.” “So what did you do?” “I took the amulet and went back to Ponyville, intent on challenging Twilight to a magic duel. As expected I was far more powerful than her, but it corrupted me. I did some terrible things to those poor ponies. After running Twilight out of town, she eventually came back and used a clever trick to defeat me. Once I removed the amulet, I realized how terrible I had been. Afterwards I traveled around trying to earn bits, through illusion shows…and that’s where you met me.” “My word you’ve had such a harsh life. I didn’t even realize it. No wonder you seemed so broken when I first found you. Trixie…I’m so sorry.” “I have nightmares from time to time about being abandoned. I just don’t want to be alone any more…you won’t abandon me either will you?” Hoity patted the seat with his hoof. “Please, sit next to me.” Trixie hesitated. “No, I couldn’t possibly…” “Nonsense, now get your flank over here.” Trixie gingerly sat next to Hoity, to find he had a gentle smile on his face. He placed both of his fore-hooves around her face and laid her head upon his lap, gently stroking her mane. Trixie began to blush at the sudden, but not unwanted display of physical intimacy. Silently she began to cry, while he stroked her mane. “You know, I used to do this for Daring when she was still a filly. The poor thing came from an abusive family; the father was an alcoholic you see. She would cry at night sometimes and I would just hold her until she fell asleep. Sometimes all ponies need is the gentle touch of another, to feel like they are needed, to know that somepony cares for them.” Trixie nuzzled his leg. “Thank you…you’re the first true friend I’ve ever had.” “The pleasure is all mine dear. Now why don’t you get some more rest hmm?” For the first time in her life, Trixie felt at peace. She was finally beginning to mend her shattered heart. As she began to close her eyes, the faint smell of roses mixed with a hint of sweat wafted into her nostrils. In the back of her mind she knew it must be Hoity’s scent. It was comforting…also enticing. With those thoughts she drifted off to sleep. Manehatten, Equestria Sweetie Belle slowly trotted up the stairs to her small apartment, after a hard day’s work. She went into the bathroom in order to take a shower and freshen herself up. Humming to herself she gazed into the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her was a white coated mare, with a beautifully styled purple and pink coiffure. It resembled her sister Rarity’s style but was quite a bit curlier. Plastered on her flank was a pair of masks. One was silver depicting a laughing face the other was purple depicting a sorrowful face. The masks were side by side, joined together by pink lace. Sweetie twisted a knob allowing the soothing spray of hot water cascade down her body. She let out a sigh as she applied her favorite mango scented conditioner, recalling the day’s events. A few months ago she would have laughed if anypony had told her where she would be right now. It hadn’t really been much of a surprise to find out that she had a talent for singing, as well as acting. Rarity had been overjoyed to find out, and Sweetie remembered her sister’s tears of joy as though it had been yesterday. She was now part of the lead cast in a Trotway musical called Oatslahoma. Today had been a particularly tiring day, not that it was unpleasant, it just demanded one hundred and ten percent of her energy. Sweetie got out of the shower and beginning to dry herself, when she heard a knock at the door. She used a spell to evaporate any remaining dampness in her coat and ran over to the door. Opening the door revealed a tall, armor clad, white pegasus mare. Sweetie gulped, wondering what could possibly make the royal guard come to her apartment. Maybe she was under arrest, or maybe something happened to her sister? She immediately began to panic. The guard noticed her distress and tried to look as composed as possible. “Excuse me miss but may I come in for a minute?” “Oh…umm sure I guess. Do you have anything to tell me? Is it bad news? It doesn’t have to do with my sister does it?” The guard put a hoof up to Sweetie’s mouth. “I assure you miss, I bear only good news. Everything is fine.” Sweetie huffed a sigh of relief. “Thank Celestia! I thought something bad happened.” The guard mare removed her helmet, thus dispelling the coloring enchantment. The mare before Sweetie Belle was an orange coated pegasus with a long scruffy purple mane. It was much like Rainbow Dash’s mane style but much longer. “Heya Sweets did ya miss me?” Sweetie Belle tackled the pegasus onto the ground in a forceful hug. “Oh my gosh, Scooty it’s so good to see you!” Scootaloo chuckled. “Long time no see huh?” “Yeah I’ll say. You haven’t written to me in a month!” Sweetie Belle said with a pout. “Sorry about that, but you know how hard it is with all the guard training. By the way, in case you haven’t noticed I passed the trials. I’m officially part of the 302nd airborne division.” Sweetie nuzzled her cheek. “Congratulations, that’s so awesome!” “The training was a bitch, but once I got past basic everything was downhill from there. Take a look at my cutie mark.” Sweetie took a look at her fillyfriend’s flank. Sure enough there was a large purple lightning bolt with a yellow cloud above it. Crisscrossing the cloud were orange streaks. While Applebloom and Sweetie had gotten their cutie marks about three months ago, Scootaloo still had yet to earn hers. It was a point of contention for the pegasus mare, but whenever she felt down about it, Sweetie was there to cheer her up. “So what exactly does it mean?” “I found out that I’m pretty good with manipulating weather, so much so that I can weaponize it. The guard found out and decided to put me on one of the airborne weather squads. I still can’t fly very fast but my wings grew quite a bit from the training so I’m more of an endurance flier.” “I’m so happy for you Scooty, but if you don’t mind I have a favor to ask.” “Sure, anything you want Sweets.” “My performance is in two week and I’d be really grateful if you could come.” “Think nothing of it. I wouldn’t miss it for all the bits in Equestria.” “Good, I’ll get you a seat in the first row!” “Sweetie Belle, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. I’ve been a terrible marefriend, never being there for you. Training has been so time-consuming as of late and…” Scootaloo was interrupted by a pair of soft white lips, as Sweetie gave her a gentle kiss. The guard mare slumped to the ground, her entire train of thought derailed. Once she got over the shock, Sweetie caressed her cheek with her hoof. “I know and I’ve been busy too. We’ve known each other for years now Scootaloo. A month of separation isn’t going to change my feelings for you. You know…I have been feeling rather lonely. Maybe a big, strong guard could sweep me off my hooves…” Scootaloo grinned. “I might just be able to help you with that miss.” “Before we do anything Scooty, there’s a spell I’d like to try out.” “What kinda spell are we talking about?” Sweetie shuffled her hooves. “It’s sort of an obscure one, one that Princess Luna taught me.” “The princess taught it to you? Isn’t your sister pretty good with magic, why didn’t she teach it to you?” “The spell is well…it’s…a bit embarrassing, and intimate.” “But not embarrassing enough to go to one of the monarchs of Equestria.” “P-princess Luna knows…things, naughty…things.” Scootaloo laughed. “Well duh, she’s the mistress of the night everypony knows that!” “Just p-promise me you won’t laugh.” “Fine, I won’t guard’s honor.” Sweetie Belle’s horn ignited in a pink aura, as it began to envelop her entire body. She levitated about half a meter off the floor, as a strange sent filled the room. It was not entirely unpleasant but it reminded Scootaloo of what the barracks smelled like but mixed with an indescribable fruity undertone. It could only be described as Sweetie’s scent, but somehow…different. A bright pink flash brightened the room as Sweetie gently floated to the ground. She looked up at Scootaloo with a slightly embarrassed expression. “Was that spell you were talking about? Other than making the room smell a little, I don’t see any difference. What’s so embarrassing about that?” Sweetie shifted her legs slightly. “Oh…well yes the smell has to do with the…transformation.” “Transformation…what the hay are you talking about?” Rather than say anything else, Sweetie gingerly opened up her legs, allowing Scootaloo to have a good look. Scootaloo nearly gasped at the sight that greeted her. Sweetie had managed to give herself a fully grown, anatomically accurate stallion-hood. It stood at full mast in all of its pearly white glory. Scootaloo approached the throbbing appendage slowly massaging the shaft. Sweetie moaned quietly at the ministrations. “I have to say Sweets, it’s quite impressive, and it seems to be just as sensitive as the real thing.” Sweetie blushed. “S-so do you like it?” Scootaloo kissed the head. “I love it. Just for the record, I’m really glad you decided to do this, love ya Sweets.” Sweetie grabbed her lover and planted a deep kiss upon her lips. “I was afraid you would hate it, since you don’t like stallions very much.” “Maybe…but it isn’t a stallion I’m with right now.” Lowering her head, Scootaloo kissed Sweetie’s balls eliciting a high pitched squeak. Sweetie in turn started to nibble the base of Scootaloo’s left wing. The pegasus shuddered in delight, concentrating on Sweetie’s chest instead. She found two perky nipples to greet her, she suckled on one letting go of it a few seconds later with a slight pop. Sweetie Belle’s near white coat did little to conceal her flushed skin, when Scootaloo began to rub her own chest against it. Scootaloo sighed in delight, noticing how soft her lover’s coat was; after all she had just gotten out of the shower. Sweetie positioned herself so she was underneath her lover’s marehood, while Scootaloo started sucking her cock. Sweetie stuck out her tongue and swirled it in a circles inside Scootaloo’s tight folds. Scootaloo gasped hard, her legs beginning to shake as the electric wave of an orgasm hit her full force. She bucked her hips towards Sweetie’s face as a warm stream of cum was released. Sweetie savored the taste of her lover as she nibbled Scootaloo’s clit. Scootaloo, feeling nearly exhausted but wanting to satisfy her mare, increased the pace of her ministrations. She was rewarded when she felt Sweetie’s head begin to flare. With a primal cry of ecstasy Sweetie unloaded herself into Scootaloo’s mouth. Scootaloo pulled away with a satisfied swallow, enjoying the cum’s slightly fruity taste. “Sweets…that was amazing.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but umm...I still have a bit of a problem.” “What are you talking about?” “The enchantment sort of makes me have more stamina than normal. So if it’s ok with you can we have another go?” “Ha! Sure thing Sweets, I haven’t gotten any tail in over a month so I’m pent up anyway.” Sweetie Belle levitated Scootaloo in the air and flipped her over onto the bed. The unicorn propped herself up, placing weight onto her legs. She caressed Scootaloo’s flank with one hoof while gently tugging on her tail with the other. This action served to relax the pegasus for what Sweetie was about to do. “Scooty are you ready?” Instead of a verbal reply, Scootaloo lifted her tail and shifted her rump towards Sweetie. The guard mare then gave a wink. Sweetie grabbed hold of her magically endowed shaft, sliding it in gently as not to hurt her marefriend. Scootlaoo was already plenty wet, thus making the process less painful. Sweetie began to thrust back and forth at a mechanical pace, leading gently and finishing off with more force. Princess Luna had been the one to teach Sweetie the basics of penetration. At first she was shocked and embarrassed to be learning the finer points of magically enhanced sex, but Luna had been very understanding throughout the entire ordeal. To say that the unicorn had been clumsy during her first attempts with her new appendage was a vast understatement. The princess herself had used her own magical appendage on Sweetie, both as a means of instruction and pleasure as well. In the end Sweetie Belle hadn’t regretted it, noticing the warm smile on Scootaloo’s face. Sweetie could feel the muscular walls of her lover, tightening around her. She too was very close to climaxing. With one final thrust she gave Scootaloo all she had, both of their bodies shuddered with pleasure as they reached a mutual orgasm. They pulled away from each other slowly, panting from the exertion. Sweetie wrapped her arms around the pegasus snuggling her soft, orange coat. They shared a light, but heartfelt kiss before falling asleep. Never had the both of them felt so connected, so loved. Mintaka, Capitol City of Minos The train heaved into the station with a hiss of steam, grinding its wheels to a stop. The resulting noises woke Trixie up from her slumber. She found that she was still laying on Hoity’s lap, but the stallion himself was quietly reading a book. Trixie grinned sheepishly, pulling her head away from his lap. Hoity merely shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Good morning Trixie, I take it you slept well?” “Oh…well yes I did in fact. About last night, I hope what I did wasn’t inappropriate.” “In my opinion, what you did was a long overdue. You just needed a friend to offer you some comfort, and there is nothing wrong with that. It’s good that you’re awake, we’ve arrived in Mintaka.” “Mintaka?” “Yes, it’s the capitol of the newly formed UTR. Most ponies still call it Minos.” “What in the hay is the UTR, and why haven’t I ever heard of it?” Hoity face-hoofed. “Ah right, my mistake you’re not familiar with foreign affairs. The UTR stands for the Union of Taurian Republics. Minos used to be a divided country, ruled by collection of competing city-states. Just recently a general from one of the larger states led a coup d'état against his prince and decided to go to war, placing the rest of the states under his rule. Needless to say he was successful.” “So what exactly is this general, is he like a prince or something?” “Oh heavens no, from what I heard he’s some sort of chairman. He implemented a new kind of governing style…I believe it was called communism. If you don’t count the Diamond Republic, then most of the nations on this planet are monarchies. I don’t believe Princess Celestia has officially sent over an envoy yet. I fear it may be because she doesn’t trust this new government.” “Why would Celestia or anypony else be afraid of them?” “It’s the ideology they’re afraid of Trixie. Communism is a form of government that gives most of its political power to the citizens, not the ruling elite. It essentially abolishes class distinctions. If any of the other nations got wind of it, then I fear there may be either civil war or rebellion.” “I don’t know Hoity, that doesn’t seem so bad to me.” “Yes, perhaps it doesn’t in theory but I suspect it is very different in practice.” As the duo stepped off of the train they were met by a large, black coated minotaur wearing a light gray military uniform. His hair was equally as black but was cropped near to the skull. Two guards carrying rifles accompanied him on both sides. The minotaur waved to Hoity as he approached. “Greetings Mr. Toity, Chairman Silverhide sends his regards. My name is Colonel Tyco, and I am the official military attaché who will be accompanying you to the dig site.” Hoity extended his hoof. “A pleasure to meet you sir. Now, how may I ask are we going to get to the dig site?” Tyco laughed. “By car of course!” Tyco motioned to a strange black colored craft that was sitting near the station. It appeared to be made of stamped metal, with rivets holding it together. The top was open to the air, but it seemed to have a retractable roof. What appeared to be three train wheels adorned both sides, connected together by a metallic tread. The two guards opened the side doors, allowing Trixie and Hoity to sit inside. Tyco sat next to the driver. Hoity touched the door. “My word Colonel, I’ve never seen such a contraption.” “She’s the pinnacle of Taurian technology Mr. Toity. The engine runs on pure steam, it has a water tank in the back. It’s great for traveling over long distances and rough terrain.” Trixie nudged Hoity. “What are those strange sticks they’re carrying?” “I believe those are called rifles. Some kind of projectile weapon, almost like a crossbow. It fires a metal slug, propelled by a small explosion. Quite ingenious if I do say so myself.” “Why would they need to make something like that?” “You see Trixie; minotaurs can’t harness magic so they’ve had to rely on wit alone to accomplish their needs. Also, they’ve been a somewhat isolated nation over the centuries so it was natural that they developed their technology independently.” “You two should get comfortable; it will take us several hours to reach the site.” Chapter 4Chapter 4 Dig Site: 200km west of Mintaka, UTR The car pulled up to a large excavation pit dug near the side of granite colored mountain. The UTR was a mountainous nation and as such it’s cites were far apart from each other, connected by rail lines. The region had very little cultivatable land and densely packed cities, making the rest of the country a mixture of craggy mountains, plains and desert. Such conditions made the minotaurs a hardy, shrewd and crafty sort of people. The workers attending the dig site were surprisingly varied. A mixture of diamond dogs, minotaurs and a few earth ponies all suited for heavy labor. The entire pit was overseen by a contingent of rifle toting UTR soldiers. Col. Tyco signaled a petty officer over to the car. One of the guards opened the door letting Hoity and Trixie out. The petty officer saluted. “Comrade Colonel Tyco what do you require?” “Are my quarters set up yet sergeant?” “Yes, sir as you requested sir.” “Excellent. Would you mind telling the cook to whip up some refreshments for our guests? They aren’t used to the harsh climate around here.” “Right away sir. The usual for you as well sir?” “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind. Keep up the good work.” The slightly smaller minotaur sergeant trotted off to a large red tent, while Tyco led the two ponies to a larger grey tent nearby. The inside of the tent was surprisingly cooler than the outside. Hoity noted that there were some cooling fans suspended on poles, circulating the air. A small wooden table with four metal chairs sat in the middle of the room. Tyco unfurled a map and laid it flat on top of the table. He waved his hand for the ponies to take a seat. “Here we are Mr. Toity, dig site 5409. What you saw down in the pit was two months’ worth of excavation work. The only reason we knew anything was here, was because a traveling band of nomads found some pottery shards nearby. From what I can tell, the building down there was built right into the mountain. It seems to be some kind of temple or crypt, I don’t really know.” Hoity cleared his throat. “Your workers haven’t unsealed the door yet, have they?” “Of course not. We have no idea what kind of traps might be lurking behind it.” “Good, you seemed to have disciplined your workers well.” “Yes, well the pay is good and it also helps that we have armed guards on the premise.” The sergeant returned with a plate full of assorted pastries and three glasses of lemonade. Trixie nearly gulped hers down, while Hoity nursed his. Tyco shot him an inquisitive look, Hoity replying with a shrug. Tyco bellowed with laughter. “Be careful Ms. Trixie, if you drink that too fast you’ll choke.” Finding herself the center of attention, Trixie let out a sharp squeak while her cheeks flushed red. She finished the rest of her drink with a careful slurp and set the glass down on the table. “Hehe sorry, I was really thirsty.” “It’s not a problem. I know that you ponies aren’t used to the heat.” Hoity took a look at the map. “Colonel, it says here in the margin that the door might possibly be enchanted?” “Yeah, we had a team of unicorns come in about a week ago to take a look at it. They said it was a magical lock of some sort. I’d use an explosive charge to open it, but we have no idea what’s in there or how thick the wall is. The safe bet would be to try using magic first.” “Trixie is an accomplished magician, I’m confident she’ll be able to get it open.” “Mr. Toity, I think it would be best if only you and Ms. Trixie enter the ruins. I’ll keep some guards posted outside, but I don’t think we’d be of much use to either of you.” “Agreed. I appreciate that you’ve been so accommodating Colonel, but you are correct. I’ve been exploring ruins for years and Trixie can ward of all sorts of danger with her magic.” Colonel Tyco led the two ponies to the bottom of the excavation pit. Before them were a pair of large alabaster doors that seemed to have been carved from the very foundations of the mountain itself. They were adorned with carvings of minotaurs, pegasai, unicorns and even a few changelings. The door’s most interesting feature was the large eye in the center. The eye was inlaid with gold and had a small hole in the middle. Trixie could feel the door radiating with magic, it felt ancient, and unlike any she had felt previously. She scanned the door trying to find any hexes or traps but found that there was only a single sealing spell. While it was only a sealing spell, it was an extremely complicated one. Whoever had made the spell wanted nothing to get in or out. Trixie was about to use a spell to try and unlock it, when Hoity gently put his hoof on her shoulder. “Hold on Trixie, I think there might be some writing on the door. It looks like an ancient dialect of…Taurian? I studied this particular subset years ago. It says: Inside these hallowed walls lies the essence of our lady. A warning to all who seek our lady’s wisdom, the guardian awaits to judge your trial. Those who wish to enter need only humble themselves and channel the power of life.” “Hoity what does all that mean?” “Excuse me Trixie, not now I’m trying to figure this out. Hmm this lock seems a bit familiar. Now where have I seen this before? OF COURSE! This looks similar to the vault that houses the elements in Canterlot.” “What does that have to do with anything…?” “Trixie I want you to listen very carefully, do exactly as I say. Go up to the lock and place your horn inside. Once you’ve done that, concentrate some magic into your horn.” Trixie trotted up to the door, sliding her horn into the slot. She kept going until she heard a sharp click. With her eyes closed she concentrated some magic into her horn. Trixie could feel the lock resonating, mixing its own arcane magic with hers. The doors began to glow a shade of pale blue, opening with a loud hiss. Those standing in front of the doors were assaulted by a wave of ambient magic and stale air. Once the dust settled, Trixie sat on the ground panting in exhaustion. “That…was…intense.” “Trixie are you going to be alright?” Trixie took a deep breath. “I-I think so, just give me a moment. Opening that door was…like having a part of me ripped away. I’m not really sure you would understand Hoity.” “Alas I am but a mere earthpony, but take as much time as you need to rest. You’re going to need every ounce of strength you can muster.” Once Trixie regained her strength the pair made their way into the ruins. One would assume that a structure as old as this one would have been completely dark inside, but such was not the case. The entire building lit up with eerie blue flames originating from sliver torches lined against the walls. Trixie suspected that they must have been enchanted, only to activate when living creatures came near them. Hoity in the meantime was admiring the beautifully preserved frescos lining the walls. Many of them depicted minotaurs from various walks of life such as farmers, nobles and artisans. One common theme seemed to bind all of them together; a large golden eye hovered above, raining golden beams of light. Trixie seemed to notice the reoccurring motif as well, stroking her chin in contemplation. She was also wondering why they hadn’t run into any traps yet. Her thought process was interrupted when she slammed into yet another door. Rubbing her nose, she observed that the door was black colored likely made from some type of granite or obsidian. The golden eye was on this door as well but there was no keyhole, there was however a rune underneath the door. “Hoity did you happen to notice that strange eye symbol everywhere? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” “Ah yes, I noticed it as well. I believe it’s a symbol of some ancient religion, predating even Luna and Celestia. I’ve only ever seen such a symbol in a few ruins near Gryphania. They were positively ancient, dating back at least eleven thousand years. If the same symbol exists here, then we might have stumbled upon something extraordinary.” “There’s another door, but I can’t seem to find a way to open it. It doesn’t have a keyhole, but there is a rune do you think that might open it?” Hoity shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps you could try activating your magic while standing on the rune.” “Alright, I’ll give it a try.” Trixie stood on top of the rune, it began to glow a faint green tint once her entire body was inside of it. Swallowing hard, she allowed magic to flow around her body and into the ground below. The rune responded by glowing even brighter. They eye on the door also lit up in response, however it did not open. Trixie stepped off the rune, confused as to why it did not yield to her. The ground shook almost as if in response to her thoughts. A few moments later the quaking stopped accompanied by a loud grinding noise, sounding like stone moving against stone. Trixie let out a yelp of terror, falling flat on her rump as she observed a hulking stone golem standing near the door. Its eyes glowed red, as if made from rubies. The golem’s body was made of dark colored granite and took the form of a minotaur. It appeared to be at least ten meters tall, wielding a large metal axe. The golem made a snorting noise and glared at Trixie. It just stood there doing nothing more than observing. Without warning its eyes glowed brighter as a wave of magic spread across the room. Trixie and Hoity flinched, but found that they were unharmed. Both ponies were surprised when the golem spoke in a deep, gravelly voice. “Hail ponies. Is it the treasure that you seek?” Trixie paled. “Um…yes we wish to enter that room.” “I am its guardian. For thousands of years have I stood vigil, only allowing those worthy past this door. Flee now if you lack to courage to continue, otherwise prepare for my test.” Hoity stepped forward. “Honorable guardian, we accept your test. Name your terms.” The golem gave a slight bow. “As you wish earthen one. You need only defeat me in combat; either one or both of you may participate. It matters not how you choose to fight, victory is the only condition.” “Trixie ready your magic, this will be a difficult fight. I’ll try and distract him while you cast the spells.” The golem slammed his giant axe into the ground where Hoity had been standing just moments before. It left a sizable gouge in what had to have been solid granite. Thanking Celestia for having quick reflexes, Hoity ran to the other side of the room finding an ancient spear mounted on the wall. He grabbed it in his teeth, signaling Trixie to start conjuring. With a metallic grunt the golem lumbered towards Hoity, raising it’s for another swing. Before it could connect, Trixie fired a sapphire blast of magic at the golem’s leg. Rather than cry out in pain it merely turned its head around to find the offending source of magic. The golem turned around and with a surprising amount of speed, hurtled a stony fist at Trixie. The magical mare quickly erected a barrier spell to take the brunt of the punch. The barrier succeeded but was dissolved only a second afterward. She staggered back a few steps, trying to recover from the fierce blow. Trixie’s eyes shrank to pinpricks when she noticed that Hoity had used the distraction to climb up on top of the golem’s back. Screwing her eyes in concentration, Trixie unleashed another savage blast, but this time it hit the golem straight in the chest. The mechanical monster nearly fell over backwards from the blow. While not taken out of the fight, the blast had done quite a bit of damage to the golem’s chest. A circular scorch mark was now visible on the monster’s chest. Trixie surmised that it was at least a few centimeters deep, this meant that the golem could be hurt with magic. The showmare’s victory was short-lived, as the creature swung its axe once again. Trixie teleported just before it could connect, however this time the axe buried itself into a column. The golem struggled to dislodge the axe; while it was distracted Hoity jammed the spear into one of its eyes. The guardian let out a deep groaning noise as its eye socket began to erupt in ruby colored sparks. With as much strength as she could muster, Trixie concentrated as much magic as she could into her horn. Her eyes began to glow a soft shade of white as she unleashed a stream of fire out of her horn straight at the golem’s chest. She had aimed the beam precisely at the spot where she hit before, hoping it would serve to cripple the guardian. The stream hit its mark and within moments the golem’s chest became molten slag while flames erupted out of its back. The golem fell to the ground, screaming in primal terror. Hoity took the opportunity to hop onto the golem’s shoulder, and with roar of his own he kicked the monster’s head as hard as he could. If Hoity had been a pegasus or a unicorn the kick would have done little damage, but he had earthpony magic on his side. The kick completely obliterated the entire right side of the golem’s head, bringing it crashing down on to the floor. Trixie let out a squeal of joy, running over to Hoity and crushing him with a hug. After a few seconds she realized what she had done and quickly let go with a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. Hoity collapsed on the ground trying to recover his strength. “Excellent job Trixie, we showed that golem whose boss.” “Yeah we certainly did, but I had no idea you could kick that hard. That was solid granite!” “One of the perks of being an earthpony I suppose. Anyway, are you alright? You look positively exhausted.” “I just need a few minutes to catch my breath. I don’t usually cast so many powerful spells in such a short period of time. I’m not Twilight Sparkle after all…” “Point taken, dear. Now how in blazes are we supposed to open the door?” The golem’s body began to shudder as it became enveloped in a ruby red glow of magic. In a single bright flash the magic transferred itself to the door. Hoity and Trixie heard a loud click and then the door slowly opened, revealing a rather tiny room. The interior of the room was remarkably plain, with no decorations of any kind. The only thing inside was a silver pedestal with a small, spherical object sitting on top of it. Hoity trotted up to the pedestal with a huge grin on his face. The object was a solid gold eyeball with a diamond serving as the iris, and a small piece of onyx as the pupil. It was shaped like a slit, like one would find with dragons. Hoity licked his lips. “Finally after all these years, IT’S MINE!” The sound of hooves clacking against stone interrupted Hoity’s moment of triumph. He turned around to see what could possibly be disturbing him. His jaw dropped when he saw Colonel Tyco and an entire contingent of guards standing behind him. Tyco snapped his finger and the guards pointed their rifles at the two ponies. “Mr. Toity I’m afraid I can’t let you leave with that.” “Colonel what is the meaning of this?!” Hoity growled. Tyco waggled his finger. “Chairman Silverhide has commanded me to have that wretched thing destroyed. It is far too dangerous to remain intact. You see Mr. Toity; our people have decided to discard magic from our lives. The age of fear and superstition is over. That relic you hold in your hoof is part of that long, lost age. It impedes progress, and besides I can’t let you filthy Equestrians get your grubby little hooves on such powerful magic.” “How dare you! I have worked far too long to obtain this relic. How can you betray me like this, even after I spent millions of bits on your little revolution? Is this how I am to be paid back, with a knife in the back?” Tyco chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it’s true that we couldn’t have raised enough arms to start the revolution without your generous contribution. However, this is an entirely different matter. Normally I wouldn’t have even offered you a chance to surrender and spare your lives, the reason I do so is because of what you gave to my people. Now, surrender peacefully and go back to your estate.” “I will do no such thing! You have no idea what this relic means; to destroy it would be a tragedy against life itself. Not even being dragged through the depths of Tartarus would make give this up. Do your worst!” “Hmm I see that you have a strong will. Perhaps if I cannot break you, then I shall take out my frustration on your…companion?” “Wait…you mean Trixie. No, leave her out of this. I only hired her to help me obtain the eye. She has nothing to do with our conflict.” Tyco walked over to Trixie and pulled out a silver colored revolver, pointing it at her. “Life’s a bitch. Give me the eye or she dies, plain and simple.” Hoity grit his teeth. “I…don’t…” “You have three seconds Mr. Toity. ONE…TWO…THREE!” A loud shot rang in the small stone chamber. Hoity looked on in horror as he saw Trixie lying on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. She had been shot in the chest; the blow wasn’t immediately fatal so she was still conscious struggling to breathe with labored gulps of air. “Guards seize the eye and put this…whelp out of his misery. See you in Tartarus Mr. Toity.” Hoity cradled Trixie withering form in his arms. “Trixie…just hang on I’ll get you to a hospital and everything will be ok.” “Hoity I feel so tired. Yes sleep…would be so…wonderful.” Hot tears stung Hoity’s eyes, as he fought to control his anger. With a primal howl of rage he let out all of his hatred and anguish, both at himself and the world. His cry thundered across the room, momentarily stunning all of the guards. They couldn’t believe such a sound could come from a pony. Little did they know how right they were. Hoity’s irises pulsed with magical energy and became completely green. Tendrils of dark magic leaked out from the sides of his eyes, while the black colored aura surrounded his body. A transformation was about to begin. The first thing to change was his teeth. Gone were the flat, dull teeth of a herbivore in their place grew sharpened canines. The bones in his body began to snap and pop as they grew in length. A pair of leathery bat wings erupted from his back. Fore hooves transformed into five digited razor sharp claws. The guards looked on in horror at the monstrosity that stood before them. It was five meters tall, with a wingspan that could rival Princess Celestia’s. The fur on its body was oddly the same dark grey it had been before as well retaining its swirled black and white mane. The creature was bipedal standing on two large hooves, not unlike a minotaur. Its entire body was clad with taunt, rippling muscles no doubt meant to tear victims apart. The worst part was the eyes. They were large red, pools of death. Gone were the circular pupils of a pony, replaced by draconian slits. The creature spoke in a deep, rumbling tone almost akin to a dragon. “I will rend your flesh from bone, mortals. Consider this an honor, I haven’t taken my beast form in centuries. I shall enjoy this.” Tyco fired his revolver at the beast. “Fire at will you fools! Kill it before it gets any closer!” A barrage of bullets flew through the air, some bullets ricocheted off of the stone walls, creating sparks. Other bullets, however found their mark. The beast staggered for just a moment, then its eyes flashed red. The creature had indeed been hit by several bullets, but they appeared to be lodged in its torso. The bullets wedged themselves out clattering against the floor. Hoity bellowed with laugher. “You think mortal weapons can kill me? Nice try, but now it’s my turn.” Hoity flapped his powerful wings, launching himself at a group of ten soldiers. Grabbing two of them by the neck he tossed them into a nearby column, snapping their spines. One soldier tried to club him with the butt of his rifle, however it was intercepted by Hoity’s jaws clamping down on it. The rifle broke in half, leaving the soldier defenseless. Hoity grinned, then tore open the poor soldier’s neck, spraying dark red blood all over the floor. A few soldiers dropped their guns trying to flee for their lives. Upon seeing this, Hoity threw some loose pieces of granite at them. They barely made it to the door before their skulls were crushed by the flying projectiles. All that was left was Tyco. He crawled across the floor towards a wall, still clutching his revolver. As Hoity lumbered towards him, he fired his remaining four shots into Hoity’s chest but it was useless. Hoity licked one of his claws. “Any last words mortal?” “You killed all of them! All of my men. Its freaks like you that made my people cowardly ball-lickers. I won’t give you the satisfaction demon, I am not afraid.” “You should be. I am far more ancient and power than you could possibly imagine. You could have avoided this, you could have just given me the eye. But…no you chose to be difficult. Now, you must suffer.” Hoity grabbed Tyco by the waist and tore him in half, tossing the pieces across the room. He walked over to Trixie, noticing that she had lost a considerable amount of blood. It was a long shot, but he would try and save her. Putting on the gentlest smile he could muster he ran his fingers through her mane, in an attempt to calm the dying mare. Trixie felt cold, so very cold. She barely had the energy to even breathe. Maybe it was her eyes playing tricks on her, maybe it was the loss of so much blood but she swore she saw a monster walking towards her. It was fearsome yes, but it looked at her with sadness not anger. Trixie was surprised when the beast started to stroke her mane. She offered a weak smile before surrendering herself to sweet oblivion. Chapter 5Chapter 5 Arboreal Forest, location unknown The air was filled with the calls of crickets and the occasional howling of wolves. Luna’s moon hovered proudly in the sky, bathing its denizens in pale light. A creature, no not quite a creature…yes more like a huntress for she was hungry, prowled the night. She sniffed the air trying to gauge her surroundings, searching for her next meal. As she drew breath, tendrils of vapor escaped her mouth in angry puffs. A musky scent filled her nostrils, the smell of prey. All she desired was to sink her teeth into juicy, bloody flesh. Just thinking about it made her body quake with anticipation. The prey was unaware of the huntress’s presence. It just stood there grazing in a small clearing, surrounded by tall evergreen trees. It was a beautiful white stag; if it weren’t on the menu the huntress would have almost found it an astonishing sight to behold. The forest floor was littered with old pine needles and plants in various states of decay, much to the annoyance of the huntress. She accidently stepped on a particularly dry and crunchy twig, alerting the grazing prey. The stag’s ears immediately perked up as he scanned the surrounding area for threats. Seeing none, he slowly but cautiously began to graze once more. Carefully she bided her time, keeping her body low to the ground, creeping ever closer to her meal. For one fleeting moment the stag stared at the huntress, it was almost as if he knew she was there. With a powerful yet graceful leap the huntress used her claws to dig into the hapless herbivore rending flesh and bone. She reveled in the smell of blood and the taste of warm, fresh meat. Having gorged herself she sought to find a source of water to cleanse the blood and gore now covering her face. She found a small pond and proceeded to dunk her head in its waters. After shaking her head to dry it, she looked into the pond and saw her reflection. A cerulean furred muzzle full of sharp teeth and eyes that glowed like rubies stared back at her. She screamed, louder than she ever had in her entire life. Trixie awoke covered in sweat, shrieking like a dying animal. At some point she had been placed in a sleeping bag. From what she could tell it was night time and directly across from her a roaring fire kept at bay the chilly evening air. She felt weak almost as if she had ran a hundred kilometers non-stop. While she was trying to get her bearings, Hoity trotted over with a canteen filled with water. He gently put a hoof around Trixie’s head so she could drink of water. The mare downed the water greedily, to quench her vast thirst. “Slow down, you don’t want to choke.” “Where…where am I and what happened?” “We’re camped out in the plains, about two kilometers from the dig site. I had to carry you here because you were in rough shape after what happened.” “I-I don’t understand the last thing I remember was when I…got shot. Everything went black after that. I thought I died.” Hoity chuckled. “Yes you almost did, fortunately I was around to prevent that.” “But I was shot in the neck there’s no way I could have survived and there should be a wound but my neck is fine.” “That’s precisely why I need to have a talk with you. I had to make a difficult decision and what I did; you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life Trixie.” Hoity fished out a small pocket mirror from a satchel lying near the fire. He handed it to Trixie and she saw her own reflect within. She seemed to look normal with the exception of her eyes. Instead of their original violet, they were the same deep red that Hoity’s were. She very nearly dropped the mirror in shock. “My eyes, what happened to my eyes?!” “Red eyes are the mark of a vampony, my dear. You best get used to them because they will stay that way for the rest of your life.” “Hoity…you can’t be serious. A vampony?” “I’m afraid I’m quite serious. This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you about what I am; in fact I really hadn’t planned on telling you at all. However, the circumstances have changed. When Tyco shot you, it was a fatal wound. You would have bled out if I hadn’t given you…the gift.” Trixie slumped over on the verge of tears. She was tired and very confused. All she wanted right now was some sense of normalcy to her chaotic life. Sensing her distress Hoity ran his hoof through her mane, in a gesture of comfort. He was surprised when she didn’t resist. “You see Trixie, I’m a vampony myself and an ancient one at that. I have given very few ponies the gift and normally I hide my true nature from the world around me. When a vampony willing gives his blood and magic to another, the recipient inherits the gift. It was the only way to save you from death.” A few tears ran down Trixie’s cheeks. “So…I’m a monster now?” “You are only a monster if you choose to be. Besides with enough training you can suppress your beastly urges.” “Is that why I had that strange dream?” “Yes, we vamponies can transform into our beast form. It gives you bat wings, claws and sharp teeth for tearing your foes asunder. The dream you had was your beast aspect reaching out to you, an urge to kill and hunt if you will. It can turn lesser ponies into feral beasts, but it can be controlled with a proper amount of training.” “I thought that vamponies drank blood and had fangs, like changelings. What about the whole sun thing, are we going to burn up if stay in it?” “No, nothing like that. Over the centuries the true nature of vamponies has be greatly exaggerated and misunderstood. This is because we are a reclusive lot; it is to prevent panic amongst the public. The only thing that sets us apart from normal ponies is our eyes. Only vamponies have red eyes. We do not drink blood, but we can eat meat. The sun does not harm us any more than any normal pony. The fangs do not appear until you have transformed.” “I still do not understand why I’m alive, even if I’m a vampony.” “Vamponies have extreme healing abilities; as such it easily can heal the most grievous of wounds. It was the only way to stop the bleeding. For what it’s worth Trixie, I’m sorry that I had to do this to you. If there was any other way, I would have tried it in a heartbeat.” Trixie looked at Hoity with a sad smile. “I know you tried your best to save me and honestly I’m touched that you would go that far to save my life. Still, I’m a bit nervous about this whole situation.” “Trust me, you’ll get used to it…just takes some time that’s all. Here eat some of this stew; it’ll help you regain some of your strength. Loosing so much blood really takes it out of you.” The bowl of dark brown stew that Hoity gave Trixie smelled wonderful. The mare ate a few spoon-fulls, finding it had a strange but delicious flavor. Almost instantaneously it warmed her up and she felt a lot more energetic. “Hoity this stew is amazing, what’s in it?” “Oh it’s just a little something I whipped up from our food supplies…along with a few improvised ingredients.” “Improvised ingredients?” “Umm yes it has potatoes, carrots and a bit of minotaur meat to give it some protein.” Trixie’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. “You mean I just…ate meat?” “Well of course you just ate meat, you’re a vampony now. As I stated before, we can digest animal proteins.” “Why didn’t you tell me before I ate it…I think I’m gonna be sick.” Hoity rubbed his temples. “Because you wouldn’t have eaten it if I told you what it was. Trixie I know that this is going to be a difficult transition but some things you are just going to have to accept. Eating meat is one of those things.” Trixie scrunched up her nose. “Fine, I understand. Life altering events aside, how are we going to get out of here? We’re pretty far from Mintaka and we would die of exhaustion before we get there and then there’s the heat…” “True and we can’t forget that the UTR considers us enemies of the state. Since I killed Tyco and his soldiers they’ll send more units to investigate and in the condition you’re in, fighting them off isn’t really an option. There is a way we can get back to Equestria but I’m going to have to use my magic.” “Magic? That’s impossible, you’re an earth pony.” “Oh I’m not talking about normal unicorn magic my dear. We need dark magic.” Trixie felt the pit of her stomach go cold. “Dark…magic?” “Indeed. Dark magic is a long forgotten arcane art. It can be used by anypony no matter what they are be it a unicorn, pegasus or earthpony. You see unlike normal magic, dark magic doesn’t need a horn to be channeled. It’s a lot like how the pegasai can manipulate weather or how earthponies can sometimes move earth and stone. Dark magic uses the very depths of space to draw its power…it is limitless.” “If that’s true then why can’t I cast it?” “You could cast dark magic, but you would need to know how to call upon it. Like normal magic it is affected by the will of the user, but it also draws strength from emotions. The greater the emotion, the stronger the casting. Unfortunately it is most powerful when the user opens themselves to negative emotions.” “I see that is…unfortunate.” Hoity sighed. “I should have known. Celestia has made her subjects soft over the centuries. I’ll teach you how to use it later but for now you need to prepare yourself.” “Prepare myself for what exactly?” “I’m going to cast a spell to teleport us back to Canterlot, more specifically my mansion. This requires a vast amount of concentration and magic on my part. Since I just infused part of my magic into your body, you’ll feel some rather unpleasant side effects.” Trixie’s eyes widened. “I-I won’t get hurt right?” “I can’t promise you that Trixie, I’m sorry. When dark magic is cast it tends to affect the emotional state of the living creatures nearby. Once we get back to Canterlot, you’re going to start feeling some pretty heavy emotions such as: lust, angry, jealousy and maybe even fear. It is in essence emotional feed-back from such a large expulsion of magic. I just want you to be prepared, that’s all.” “What about you Hoity? Will you be ok?” “I’ll be fine; after all I’ve been using dark magic for ages. If things do get out of control, then I’ll be there to help you get through it. I promise. Please…trust me.” Trixie took hold of Hoity’s hoof. “Ok let’s just get this over with.” Carousel Boutique, Ponyville Iron Cross knocked on the door to the shop hoping he would find Rarity. Out of all of his equine friends he figured that she would be the best one to ask for advice. He was never very good at buying gifts…especially those intended for the fairer sex. Rather than hearing Rarity’s sing-song voice he heard hooves clopping against the floor. The door swung open mere seconds later to revel a flustered looking, scarlet coated filly with a fiery orange mane. She stared at Iron with shiny cyan eyes. Upon her flank was a needle and a spool of thread. “Oh…umm hello sir can I help you?” “Why yes I was wondering if Rarity was available?” “Well about that you see…she went over to Ms. Fluttershy’s house about an hour ago. I’m just minding the shop for Ms. Rarity at the moment. My name’s Velvet Thread and I’m her new apprentice.” “Ah that’s good news a pleasure to meet you Ms. Thread. My name is Iron Cross.” Velvet looked at her hooves. “Y-you can just call me V-v-velvet if you want sir.” Iron laughed. “Alright Velvet it is! Just to be fair you can call me Iron. Good luck with the shop, hopefully Rarity doesn’t give you too much trouble.” “Umm, alright thank you. I hope you find her.” “Don’t worry one way or another, I’ll find that elusive mare.” Iron let out a huff of frustration, knowing that he had to journey the whole way across Ponyville just to get to Fluttershy’s cottage. Despite his annoyance he knew that it was a small price to pay in order to get the advice he sought. As he approached the cottage, Iron noticed that its door was blocked by Fluttershy’s white, fluffy guardian. Angel looked up at Iron crossing his arms, while thumping his foot against the ground. “So we meet again Rabbit. Of course, you want your payment.” Angel raised his eyebrow and put out his hand. Iron reached into his saddlebag pulling out a carrot. “Here you are my furry friend. Now, may I go in?” Swiping the carrot in front of him, Angel nodded and with a quick hop he opened the door for Iron. Iron made his way inside finding Fluttershy and Rarity snuggled up on the couch enjoying a cup of tea. Sighing mentally he tapped Rarity on the shoulder. “Hello ladies, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Rarity set her teacup aside. “Nonsense darling we were just enjoying each other’s company is all. Please have a seat.” “I went over to the boutique earlier and the only pony there was some filly named Velvet.” “Yes, I expect nothing less. She is my new apprentice, moved to Ponyville about two weeks ago. I agreed to let her live in the boutique, while she works for me since Sweetie lives in Manehatten now.” “Indeed she was very courteous to me, although she’s quite the shy little creature.” “Now, now Iron it’s not entirely her fault. She came from a rather rough neighborhood on the outskirts of Baltimare. In fact, when she first visited my boutique her mane looked like it had been through a hurricane. I couldn’t help but let her stay with me, but I was surprised to learn that she wanted to apply as my apprentice and what’s more is she is quite the able dress maker.” “I meant no disrespect, she just reminded me of Fluttershy is all.” Fluttershy giggled. “Um yes she does. Even I think so.” Rarity cleared her throat. “Naturally, being the element of generosity I couldn’t just leave her to rot out on the streets. And so what if she reminds me of you my love? I think it’s rather endearing.” Fluttershy nuzzled Rarity’s cheek. “Oh Rarity you know I wasn’t trying to be mean. I think it’s kind of…nice.” “Iron, darling what is the purpose of your visit? I know you didn’t come here just to enjoy sipping tea and swapping gossip.” Iron ran a hoof through his mane. “I came here to ask you for some advice Rarity.” “I truly am flattered that you came to me first darling, but you’re going to have to be more specific if you want my help.” “Right…I guess I could tell you but, I think showing you might explain things a lot better.” Iron reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a small black box. He pulled off the lid, revealing a gold hair pin with an apple shaped ruby in the middle. Two emeralds in the shape of leaves sprouted from the top of it. Rarity gasped and Fluttershy’s eyes began to water. “My…word Iron it’s beautiful.” “I got it a week ago from one of the finest jewelry shops in Canterlot. It really helps when you’re an Equestrian national hero. The jeweler insisted that I not pay for it, honestly I felt really bad about it but what can you do?” Fluttershy sniffed. “That’s so romantic; oh I know Applejack will love it!” “I certainly hope so. She doesn’t normally want pretty things like this but I wanted it to be special this time. The only problem is I have no idea when to ask her the umm…you know, the question.” Rarity gave Iron a quick hug. “Why do stallions always fret about such things? Applejack adores you darling; you have nothing to worry about.” “I know she does, but what if she’s not ready? She cares so much about that farm. I honestly can’t see her wanting to settle down. I’d still help her but…” Rarity stuck her hoof in his mouth. “Stop that talk this instant! You two already live together so why is that even an issue? Unless you mean...oh my word you want foals don’t you?” “Eventually I do. That’s what scares me Rarity. I’m not sure if she wants any.” Fluttershy hovered over to Iron and wrapped her wing around his torso. “It’s ok to be scared but even if Applejack says no the first time, she’ll say yes eventually. I know it and if she resists we’ll be there to talk some sense into her.” Rarity levitated a cup of tea towards Iron. “Here darling drink some of this, it’ll make you feel better. I got it imported from Zebrica. It’s a blend of rose petals and mother’s milk. Funny thing is Zecora insisted that I try some, said it would help me relax. Hopefully it shall do the same for you.” “Thank you, I appreciate the thought but coffee is my go to beverage.” “Ah yes you and Applejack certainly love your coffee. I can’t stand the stuff myself, it is far too bitter. However, I must insist that you drink it darling it would be a waste of perfectly good tea otherwise.” Taking a tentative sip, Iron found that the tea was surprisingly pleasant to drink. It’s not that he hated tea overall but it just wasn’t something he drank very often. The brew had a slight marshmallow flavor to it with hints of spiciness. Maybe he would make Applejack try some of this at some point. Oddly enough the tea had done the trick, he felt slightly more relaxed. “Girls, I have an idea but I’d like to run it by you first.” “Go on darling, we’re listening.” “Applebloom is going to have some time off in a few days. She said that she would take care of the chores around the farm during that time. Mac is usually busy helping Twilight but he said he could pitch in as well. This would give Applejack some free time. Time that I was hoping I could treat her to a nice dinner. Do either of you know a decent restaurant I could take her to?” Rarity’s eyes practically sparkled. “Oooohhh how romantic you’re going to propose after dinner! *squee* Never fear my good gentlecolt, for I know a few things about fine dining.” “Umm…Rarity I don’t mean to be a bother but I don’t think Applejack likes fancy restaurants.” “Hmm you may have point my love. Applejack may be a simple mare but I know she can be refined if she tries, why her cousins are the Oranges for Celestia’s sake! I know for certain that she stayed with them for a time.” Fluttershy rubbed her chin in thought. “That’s true…but what if she doesn’t want to dress up or style her hair? Oh I know she just hates that. What should we do?” “Leave the details to me love! I shall simply have to schedule a spa visit with her. On my honor she will see the light…even if it takes a bit of coercion.” Iron snorted. “Ugghh women, I’ll never truly understand their wiles.” “Hmm what was that darling?” “Oh Nothing, just contemplating the nature of the universe. “I see…well try not to strain yourself too hard, that’s bad for you complexion. Wrinkles are such a terrible thing to have!” “I’ll keep that in mind.” Chapter 6Chapter 6 Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville Twilight awoke from her nap to the sound of rhythmic knocking. She was sure that her mane was a bit frazzled but otherwise she felt a lot better than before, thus improving her mood. Hurrying down the stairs the librarian gently opened the door with magic to reveal a lavender hued drake standing before her. Without hesitation she wrapped her fore hooves around Spike’s neck in a crushing embrace. “Oh Spike it’s so good to see you again!” Spike returned the hug with equal enthusiasm. “Heh, yeah I know it’s been a few months hasn’t it?” “Come on in Spike, I’ll brew up some tea. I bet you have some interesting tales to tell.” While Twilight was busy brewing tea in the kitchen Spike sat down on a couch right next to the fireplace. The drake twiddled his fingers, examining each claw in thought. Just four months prior he found out that his beloved Rarity was taken by another. Spike, was of course, heart-broken but it presented a unique opportunity. Coincidently it was also near the young dragon’s growth spurt and as such he felt that it was time to explore the world, a journey of self-exploration as well. Spike was no longer the diminutive hatchling he once was. He had grown considerably taller and more muscular. His travels took him out to Appleloosa, where he had worked on excavating an emerald mine. Many of the mining ponies admired him for the light he provided them using his flame and the draconic strength of his arms, used to hammer down the stony walls. Spike now stood a full head taller than Twilight, when he took upon his bipedal stance. Twilight trotted back into living room, levitating a tray with two tea cups and assorted snack cakes. She placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch and sat next to Spike. “I hope you don’t mind mint tea, it’s all I have left.” “Nah, I don’t mind Twilight. You weren’t expecting me to come back today, besides I haven’t had mint tea in forever!” Twilight nibbled on a snack cake. “How did everything go in Appleloosa?” “Pretty good, I guess. I spent about a month going around doing odd jobs, but then I found that a new mine had opened up and they were looking for workers.” “Well, I can certainly see that you put on some muscle. Hay, you might even give Mac a run for his bits.” Spike chuckled. “Mining will do that to ya. I was down there hacking rock for twelve hours a day. I made a lot of friends, mostly earth ponies though. Pegasai are scared to death of tight spaces and unicorns don’t have the stamina for it. Speaking of Mac, where is he?” “It’s a long story, but basically he’s out helping our new ‘friend’ get his bearings.” Spike sipped his tea. “You don’t sound too happy about it.” “Honestly, no Spike I’m not. His name’s Zog and apparently he used to share Pinkie’s body before he got separated from her when she was fighting Frostmere. I somehow released him, and now he’s got a body of his own.” “So…what is he exactly?” “Funny you should say that, I really have no idea. As far as I can tell he’s some kind of magical being with powers equivalent to Discord.” “Isn’t it a bit dangerous to let somepony like that run around Ponyville?” Twilight sighed. “As far as I can tell he isn’t exactly evil, but he does seem to be quite the prankster. I guess as long as he doesn’t hurt anypony, then it’s fine.” “Is Mac you know…umm living with you now?” “He visits often enough, but no he still lives at Sweet Apple Acres. Besides I’m not sure that the library is really built for a stallion his size. I guess if we get a house it’s going to have to be much bigger.” “Jeez Twilight ya act like you guys are already married or something.” Twilight blushed. “Oh no no no! That isn’t what I meant, I was just thinking ahead and…” “I’m kidding but seriously you don’t have to be ashamed of it. The both of you make a great couple.” “Thanks Spike that means a lot to me. Enough about me already! How about you, have you found your special somepony yet?” A thin frown formed on the drake’s mouth. “Not yet. Honestly I was so busy I didn’t really have the time to think about it.” Twilight put her hoof on Spike’s claw. “Don’t worry I’m sure there’s a mare out there for you. I know you’re upset that you couldn’t be with Rarity, but I think any mare would be lucky to have you. You’re kind, generous, and willing to help anypony out no matter what. I want you to know that I’m proud to call you my brother.” “Do…you really mean that? I’m not even a pony and besides you already have Shining Armor.” “Yes that’s true but he’s my BBBFF, you’re my little brother. We don’t have to be the same species to be family Spike, consider yourself adopted.” Spike embraced Twilight. “Thanks…Sis.” A few tears dropped to the wooden floor as dragon and pony basked in each other’s comfort. With one final squeeze Twilight broke the embrace, seeing Spike in a new light. Never before had she treated him like an adult, but now she knew that she would never see him as a hatchling again. After Twilight finished rubbing her eyes she began to clear her throat. “I know you don’t want to see Rarity right now but I have a big favor to ask.” “Umm ok what is it?” “I was thinking about buying a new summer dress and I need to drop off the initial designs for it at the boutique. Is it possible that you could take it there for me?” “No offence Twi, but why can’t you just do it yourself?” “I’d do it myself but I have to finish some research. Plus I really need to take a shower; I kind of got caught up in my work and forgot.” Spike laughed. “Just like old times. Alright consider it done!” After giving Spike the dress designs, Twilight closed the door watching the drake make his way over to the boutique. The librarian chuckled at how easily he bought her little white lie. Under normal circumstances she didn’t like playing cupid but this was a special case. Spike seemed really lonely and of course she knew that he would be the apple of every mare’s eye once he started walking around town. It also helped that Rarity had taken on a very attractive unicorn mare to be her apprentice, who just so happened to be at the boutique at this very moment. With a light giggle Twilight made her way to the bathroom. Carousel Boutique, Ponyville Spike made his way down the street to Rarity’s boutique with dress plans in hand, simply enjoying the sunny and mild Ponyville day. It was a stark contrast to the normally hot and arid climate of Appleloosa. On the way he noticed that Roseluck still was selling flowers from her stand. Ever the gentledrake, Spike decided that he should at least buy some flowers for Rarity even if it was just a friendly gesture. With a roguish grin Spike laid tossed a few bits on the counter pointing to a bouquet of white roses. Grinning from ear to ear Roseluck wrapped the roses in purple colored tissue paper and quickly swiped the bits into her deposit box. Satisfied with his purchase Spike began to whistle a jaunty tune he had heard some of the miners sing while digging. Laughing to himself he realized that he couldn’t very well sing the lyrics, for they would scandalize the poor denizens of Ponyville. The song detailed lost dreams, mares of the night and copious amounts of liquor. Yes the citizens of Appleloosa could be rather crass and forward about their desires, but they were an honest folk if nothing else. Spike had grown fond of them and maybe just one day he’d venture back there to stake out a parcel of land for himself. The young drake knocked on the door expecting to hear Rarity’s trademark sing-song voice, but was instead greeted by the sound of shuffling hooves. Much to his surprise the door became enveloped in an orange aura and opened to reveal a unicorn mare. While she lacked the refined beauty of Ponyville’s resident seamstress, which was not to say she wasn’t dazzling in her own way. Her scarlet coat accented her fiery orange mane perfectly. Momentarily at a loss for words, Spike merely stared into the mare’s glistening cyan eyes. Spike rubbed the back of his crest. “Hello there, umm is Rarity here right now?” “I’m sorry she’s not here right now, but might I be able to assist you?” “I’m not really sure. Well I just wanted to drop off some dress designs that my sister wanted Rarity to work on. My name’s Spike by the way, I used to live at the library with Twilight.” Velvet Thread let out a light giggle. “Hello Spike, I’m Velvet Thread. I moved here from Trottingham a few weeks ago. Rarity took me on as her apprentice, so I can learn how to make dresses.” “Trottingham huh, well the only other pony I know of from there is Pipsqueak. I’ve never been there, but I’d like to visit some time.” “Maybe I misunderstood, but you said you had a dress order for your sister? I haven’t seen any other dragons around so…who is she?” Spike face palmed. “Oh right I forgot that you’re not from around here. Twilight raised me from when I was hatchling, she’s my adoptive sister.” “Well…that certainly is unusual but I knew a filly back home whose parents were griffons. Anyway, let me take that order for you. Hmm you know the design for this dress isn’t very complicated I bet I could make it myself.” “I’m not really surprised; Twilight’s always been a practical mare.” “Spike, if you don’t mind waiting I bet I could have this dress finished in about an hour.” “Sure, why not. It’s not like I have anything better to do right now.” Spike patiently sat in on of the many plush chairs decorating the workroom on the upper floor of the Boutique. He watched in fascination as the Rarity’s apprentice worked her magic. She was quite skilled, and seemed to handle multi-tasking several objects at once using her magic with ease. Putting a claw to his chin, Spike realized just how similar she was to Rarity. With a bit more polish this mare was going to be one of the best dress makers in Equestria, he was sure of it. Velvet, noticing the drake’s stare began to get a bit flustered. “What’s wrong you keep staring at me?” Catching himself Spike cleared his throat. “Oh no there’s nothing wrong with you! I was observing how similar you are to Rarity is all. You seem to be able to handle your magic quite well.” “I’ve always been able to do this. In fact, back in magic kindergarten I was top of my class. All of the teachers thought I was some prodigy and wanted to send me off to the Princess’s School for Gifted Unicorns.” Spike grinned. “Sounds like somepony else I know.” “Despite my affinity for magic, I wasn’t really interested in studying it very much. My aunt was a tailor so I was around clothes and fashion for practically my whole filly-hood. All of those pretty dresses, the dashing suits and amazing hats…I loved all of it. Unfortunately, my parents didn’t and they often pressured me into studying the magical arts.” Velvet took a deep breath before continuing. “One summer I helped my aunt sew a beautiful dress for one of her clients. It was for some kind of noble-mare from Canterlot. When we got done with it, I ended up getting my cutie mark. My aunt was so proud of me, but my parents were furious. We…had a falling out. They thought making clothes was complete rubbish, they said it was beneath a unicorn of my skill. So after a lot of arguing I left my parents’ house and went to live with my aunt. She gave me some bits to move here to Ponyville so I could learn from Rarity.” Spike placed his claw on Velvet’s back. “I don’t really know what to say, it’s awful that your parents tried to force you to become something you didn’t want to be. I’m so sorry Velvet.” Velvet donned a ghost of a smile, genuinely touched by Spike’s gesture. “It’s all in the past Spike, all I can do now is keep moving forward and hope for the best. Maybe…maybe someday my parents will come around.” “I have no doubt that Rarity will turn you into an awesome tailor. But, I guess you figured that out since she’s the element of generosity.” “Yes, Ms. Belle has been very kind and accommodating to me. Honestly, I didn’t have enough bits when I first came here to stay at a hotel…so I’m glad she let me stay here.” Absentmindedly forgetting he had bought flowers, Spike had placed the intended gift upon the coffee table. Velvet’s eyes wondered over to observe the botanical bouquet, but instead of commenting she merely levitated the finished dress into a plain white box. “Here you are Spike, one completed summer dress. I hope it’s to Twilight’s liking.” The dress was of simple design, a one piece. It was a butternut yellow with purple flowers scattered throughout. The flowers were interconnected by green thread that resembled stems. “I’m sure she’ll love it. I really am grateful that you did this…how much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything Spike, this order was prepaid.” “Still, you didn’t have to make the dress all by yourself.” Velvet let out a frustrated snort. “Maybe not, but making dresses is my job. In any case there weren’t a whole lot of orders today anyway so I would have spent most of the day tidying up the boutique.” Spike handed Velvet the bouquet of roses. “Here I was going to give there to Rarity but I think you deserve them. Think of it as your payment.” “No…I couldn’t possibly take these. I don’t deserve them, and they’re Rarity’s gift aren’t they?” “True they were, but I’m sure Rarity won’t mind. Also, I sort of have this dragon code of honor. I have to pay my debts…and well a beautiful mare deserves beautiful flowers right?” Velvet was glad she had a scarlet hued coat, for it hid her embarrassment quite well. She was flattered by the drake’s gesture, considering it was the first time anypo—one had given her flowers or called her beautiful for that matter. While Spike wasn’t a stallion, he was still dashing and attractive in an exotic way. Much like how some mares would prefer griffons or zebras. She levitated the flowers to her muzzle, inhaling their light perfume like aroma. The roses themselves were beautiful, a rare shade of white. Velvet still felt slightly guilty, knowing that these flowers were a very thoughtful gift, intended for a very special pony. She turned around towards Spike and gave him quite possibly the brightest smile she had ever donned. “Thank you Spike, they’re beautiful.” “No problem…well I better be on my way. With Mac busy trying to help out this Zog guy I imagine that Twilight will need some help around the library.” “Spike wait…ermm I was just wondering since you’re in town for a bit, would you like to maybe get a bite to eat some time?” “Yeah, I think I’d like that. I know a great place we get some grub! How about I come over around oohhh say around eleven thirty? It’s the perfect time for lunch.” Velvet responded a bit too enthusiastically. “Awesome…I mean sure that sounds great.” Hoity Toity’s Mansion, on the outskirts of Canterlot A powerful flash of dark magic heralded the arrival of Hoity and Trixie to the estate. Bertram ever the loyal butler, stood ready to receive them. Hoity was exhausted from the massive amount of magic he had to use in order to teleport them. He very nearly collapsed on the front lawn. Trixie however was in far worse shape. Her eyes turned green with tendrils of darkness escaping from either side. The poor mare growled like a feral dog, made nearly rabid from the massive influx of dark magic. Lust, greed, anger, jealousy, pride, indeed many negative emotions flowed through her being all at once. Emotion was the key to using dark magic and she was overwhelmed by it. Hoity sighed. “Bertram please prepare the guest room, Trixie will need to sleep once this is all over.” “Of course sir, shall I fetch the apple brandy as well?” “Yes…I imagine I’ll need every drop of it. Thank you Bertram.” With a polite bow Bertram was off to complete his tasks. Hoity summoned as much dark magic as he dared, only using enough to invigorate himself. Despite being an earth-pony, using magic of any kind tended to sap much of that legendary endurance to nil. He trotted over to Trixie, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. “Trixie it’s me Hoity, now I would like for you to calm down please.” Trixie responded but her voice was somewhat lower and raspy. “The power…it’s too much. I…can’t think straight. It makes me want to…kill things and by Luna, I want to rut like a rabbit in spring!” “It’s the dark magic, that’s what happens when you get exposed to it without proper training. You can use it now, but it’s going to take some getting used to. As I suspected you have quite a bit of repressed anger and well umm…lust. That is why they are trying to manifest.” Trixie’s horn became enveloped in a black aura. “Oh the things I could do. I could destroy them…yes all those who laughed at me, who called me a charlatan, who cast me onto the streets…treating me like yesterday’s TRASH!” “Please my dear, listen to me! You mustn’t think such things or the magic will consume you. I know you had a rough past, but everything isn’t so bad now. Focus on the good, listen to my voice and concentrate.” “What would you know about my life?!? All you’ve ever known is wealth and power. Arrogant rich bastards, the lot of you! You can’t possibly comprehend what it’s like to live day to day without knowing where your next meal is from, or if that shoddy piece of cardboard is going to last through the rain. The worst part is…never having somepony there for you, never feeling the warm embrace and comforting words of reassurance after a hard day…” Disregarding his own safety, Hoity ran up to Trixie and hugged her as tightly as he could. The show mare’s rant immediately stopped as a look of confusion spread across her face. “You’re not alone anymore, not so long as I draw breath. I’ll help you Trixie, I’ll do whatever it takes so you can control this. Please just trust me. That’s all I ask.” Trixie’s voice softened a bit. “You…will?” Hoity stroked her mane. “Of course, this is my responsibility. Even if it wasn’t I consider you a friend and that’s what friends do, they look out for each other.” Without warning Trixie pushed Hoity away from her. Her horn began to glow once again, but this time sparks came out of it. As soon as any of the sparks hit the ground they began to form small, black crystals. Trixie dug her hooves into the grass and yelled at the top of her lungs unleashing a massive black colored beam of magic into the night sky. Once all the energy was expended, her eyes turned back to their ruby red color, the green aura no longer affecting them. She then promptly collapsed. Hoity chuckled realizing that Trixie was just trying to purge herself of all the dark magic she had been building up. It was an extremely crude way of going about it, but nonetheless effective. He was certain that had Trixie aimed the beam anywhere other than the sky it would have sliced through a mountain like tissue paper. Hoity enveloped the now unconscious Trixie in his own dark aura of magic, lifting her onto his back. Hoity gently slid her off of his back onto a large, purple couch near the fireplace. He proceeded to grab a simple wool blanket with his teeth and draped it over her. Bertram made his way over with a bottle of Applelossan apple brandy on a silver tray, accompanied by a crystal glass. His master gratefully poured himself a generous portion, whilst staring into the fire. “Thank you Bertram, you may have some too if you like.” “I appreciate the offer sir; however I no longer partake in alcoholic beverages.” “To each his own, I suppose. At any rate you can have the rest of the evening off; I’d like to take care of our guest myself.” “If you insist sir, however if you should require anything at all please do not hesitate to ask.” Hoity placed a hoof on Bertram’s shoulder. “You know Bertram, you’re best damn butler I’ve had in centuries. I mean that.” “You flatter me sir, I merely am doing my job.” “And that is why you are the best. I’m worried about Trixie. She has so much to learn about her new powers. I hope it doesn’t break her. I fear that I’ve thrust her into a world she doesn’t belong in…I had no choice she was dying, it was all I could do.” “Nopony could have done any better sir. I am certain she realizes you were looking out for her well-being. She will come to accept, perhaps even embrace her new abilities in time…as I did.” Hoity took one last swig of his brandy. “Maybe but to be fair I offered you my blood and you took it willingly.” “Indeed I did sir. I simply wanted to cheat father time’s inevitable grip upon my youth.” “Ah yes, we all have our reasons. I think that once Trixie has recovered enough, I’d like to introduce her to her new family.” “Are you certain she’s ready sir?” “I hope so. Imagine the look on her face when she’ll recognize some of them!” The two stallions shared a laugh in front of the fireplace. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day, for better or worse not a living soul could say. Chapter 7Chapter 7 A road, en route to Sweet Apple Acres Iron quietly hummed to himself, feeling better about his ideas concerning the proposal. Rarity could be a bit overbearing when it came to suggestions, but her heart was in the right place. How strange it was that Fluttershy seemed to be a balance to such behavior. Iron chuckled to himself realizing what a good match those two were. It was a sunny day outside with very few clouds in the sky, so Iron was puzzled to find a small cloud right above him. From the said cloud dangled a multi-hued tail, accompanied by the sound of snoring. “Must be Rainbow’s nap time…ugh her snoring could wake the dead.” With a smirk Iron grabbed a hunk of mud and threw it at the unsuspecting mare, whose face was promptly greeted by said mud with a squishy splat. Rainbow nearly fell off the cloud in surprise muttering something about pies. Once she gained her bearings, she gently glided down to the ground next to Iron with a less than amused look gracing her muzzle. “What gives Iron, I was trying to take a nap! I outa smack the stuffing out of ya for that!” Iron snickered. “I’m sorry I just couldn’t resist. It was too easy.” Rainbow’s expression lightened somewhat. “Meh…alright I enjoy a good prank sometimes, but just remember I’ll get you back someday.” “I look forward to it.” “Anyway, what brings you here Iron?” “I was on my way back from Fluttershy’s house.” Rainbow hovered above Iron. “Oh and why did you need to see Fluttershy?” “Not so much Fluttershy, as Rarity. I needed her advice on something.” “Why would you need her advice for anyway?” “I intend to propose to Applejack and I needed to have a wo-mare’s perspective.” Rainbow’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait a minute…you’re going to MARRY AJ?!” “Umm yes, I mean it’s not like we just started dating or anything but…” Rainbow flew in circles several times giggling. “That is SO AWESOME!! Do I get to be the best mare, or oh better yet I can plan the bachelorette party.” “Whoa slow down, I haven’t even popped the question yet.” “Ugh you gotta be kidding me! You haven’t? What the hay are you waiting for?” “Well…you know how AJ is Rainbow, she might not be ready to commit. She has the farm and her family to consider.” Rainbow sniffed. “Aaannd what makes you think that you aren’t family material? Sheesh if you haven’t figured that out by now you’re one thick-headed stallion. Besides Granny Smith has been putting the fire under AJ’s plot to make some grandfoals for years now.” Iron stared at Rainbow, utterly dumfounded. “I had no idea, well that makes me feel a little better I suppose. You have to understand it’s still a really big deal! I-I’ve never been married before.” Rainbow punched him lightly. “Everypony gets nervous about that. I’ve known AJ for years and there’s no way she’s gonna say no to ya. From the sounds of it you already have Rares and Flutters on your side, but just in case I’ll pitch my hooves in as well.” Iron gave her a million bit grin. “Thanks Rainbow, I owe you a beer.” “Blegh I hate beer, just get me a cider and we’ll call it even.” “Maybe we could grab a few drinks af…” Before he could finish his sentence, large grey coated griffon swooped down between them. Due to its more muscular build Iron assumed it must be a male. This particular griffon had grey colored wings as well, but they had red tips. His crest was an off white color, almost that of eggshells. His claws were black. The most interesting part about this griffon aside from his coloration was that he wore light leather armor covering his chest and arms, which contained multiple pouches and weapons. The griffon fluttered above Iron for a few seconds and then with a dramatic flourish, landed next to him. “Ahoy lad, would ya mind if I took a wee bit of yer time?” “Umm…I suppose not.” The griffon face-clawed. “Where are me manners? Here I am swooping down on a bunch o’ unsuspecting ponies and hardly have the courtesy to introduce meself. The name’s Bloodwing, what’s yours lad?” “No harm done sir. My name is Iron Cross.” “Wee bit of a strange name for a pony, but I digress. My crew and I are heading into Ponyville for a job ya see, and I was just wonderin’ where I might find some alcoholic libations.” “Crew? I don’t see anyone else with you.” “Oh that, well ya see they’re a bit slower than I am on a count that they can’t fly. They’ll be catchin’ up with me soon enough.” Rainbow trotted up to the griffon and stuck her muzzle a hair’s length from his beak. “Hey bub what’s the big idea, interrupting me and my friend?!” “My, my I do apologize but sometimes I get a tad excited and forget me manners. The name’s Bloodwing and what might your name be lass?” “Rainbow Dash, only the most awesome flier in all Equestria!” Bloodwing yawned. “Now isn’t that dandy? Well why don’t ya put that confidence to the test lass?” “What do you mean?” “I mean we should make a wager, on a race if you will. I will race you. If I win, then you have to treat me to a nice dinner with drinks included of course.” Rainbow smiled. “What do I get if I win?” Bloodwing reached into his pocket. “I just so happen to have a limited edition Soarin plushie.” “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh *squee*” “Hehehe I thought ye looked like a Wonderbolts fan. If ye beat me, the plushie is yours lass.” “That plushie is as good as mine! Name the time and place dude.” Bloodwing chuckled. “In due time lass. I gotta wait for me crew ta show up.” Just as Bloodwing finished his sentence a motley collection of different species gathered behind him. To be more specific a diamond dog, a zebra, and a unicorn. All of them seemed to be wearing either cloaks or some type of light armor made from leather. “Ah well speak o’ the devil and he’ll appear! This lot is me crew.” The first creature that Bloodwing pointed to was an electric yellow unicorn stallion with grey eyes. His mane and tail were a splotchy mixture of black, orange and red. Oddly enough his cutie mark was a bundle of dynamite with a lit fuse. “The unicorn over there is named Short Fuse, he’s my explosives expert. The lad also knows quite a bit about guns too.” The second creature Bloodwing pointed to was the zebra. Iron wasn’t entirely sure but this zebra seemed to a have slightly thinner build, so as to suggest it was female. The cloak the zebra wore didn’t really help matters in determining its gender. After a few seconds the zebra pulled the hood of its cloak, to reveal that it was indeed a mare. She bore a slight resemblance to Zecora, but her mane was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her eyes were aquamarine, and she had a tattoo across the right side of her face. “The zebra’s name is Sheba and she’s the potion expert, she also is quite handy with poisons.” Last but not least, Bloodwing gestured towards a white coated diamond dog wearing a similar set of leather armor that he was. It was a definitely a female dog, due to her slender build but her coat color was extremely rare. Her eyes were pink. “The bitch’s name is Snowflake, but don’t let her name fool ya she’s an unarmed combat expert. Also if I were you, I wouldn’t bring up the whole coat color thing. She’s a tad sensitive ‘bout that. From what I understand it’s some rare genetic mutation…albinism I heard it called. She thinks her colors are ugly, but I know all the dogs look at her with hungry eyes. Anyway that’s all of ‘em.” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Ok now that you introduced everypony, can we please get to the racing?” Iron put his hoof on Rainbow’s chest. “Now hold on Rainbow, we still don’t know why he’s near Ponyville in the first place.” “Oh that well me crew and I are there for a bit of o’ pit stop on our way to Canterlot. As ya might have noticed we’re a band o’ mercenaries trying to gather up contracts. Apparently there’s a couple of pony fugitives that are wanted in the UTR. Somethin’ about an artifact and murder…I don’t really care I just want my gold.” “Pony fugitives…that can’t be right.” “Ah lad but it is. Accordin’ to me sources it’s some stuck up earth pony and a unicorn living near the Canterlot area. Since at least one of ‘em is a magic user I gotta consider them dangerous.” “Why doesn’t Celestia just send in the guard after them?” Bloodwing scratched his chin. “Why I imagine that would be paramount to declaring war. Let’s just say the political situation between the UTR and Equestria is tenuous at best. That’s why governments call in folks like me to deal with such…problems.” Rainbow stomped her hoof on the ground. “Come on Iron enough about the stupid political stuff. I WANNA RACE!” “Ok fine, I was just finishing up anyway. Have fun.” “Listen up lass; for I’m only gonna tell ya rules once. I’m going to draw a line in the dirt right here next to this old oak tree. That is considered the start and finish line. We’ll fly straight up about half a kilometer and go into a dive and whoever crosses the finish line first after pulling out of the dive wins.” “Pfft this is gonna be a piece of cake. You’re on feather-brain!” Bloodwing shook Rainbow’s hoof. “I wouldn’t be so cocky lass, but it’s nice to see ya got some spirit in ya.” Both fliers took off and within two minutes they had reached the half kilometer mark. Bloodwing took out a pair of goggles from one of them many pouches he had on his chest. Both pegasus and griffon immediately spiraled into a nose dive, tucking their wings behind them. Rainbow was beginning to gain a bit more momentum than Bloodwing as a smug grin appeared on her muzzle. She began to get a bit confused as it seemed that Bloodwing wasn’t even trying to keep up with her. “What the hay is he doing? Oh well if he can’t keep up with me then it’s his loss. That Soarin doll is a good as mine.” Rainbow was so absorbed in her own thoughts of victory that she didn’t notice Bloodwing reach into another one of his many pockets. He pulled out a bronze colored pistol with a large barrel and loaded a red colored slug into it. The griffon increased his speed slightly so that it put him about a body’s length from Rainbow and with careful aim he fired the pistol. The shell exploded in front of Rainbow releasing a cloud of rusty red powder. As soon as the poor pegasus hit the cloud she was completely overwhelmed by a spicy taste in her mouth. Worse yet the stuff got into her eyes and throat as well. It felt like she was sucking on a bag of hot coals mixed with coarse sand. She immediately began to choke, losing her focus and sputtered out of her dive. Bloodwing let out a bellowing laugh and dove ahead of her, crossing the finish line. Once Rainbow gained back some of her senses, she glared at Bloodwing. “You *cough* big fat cheater! What *cough* was that gunk?” “Me, a cheater…no I think not lass. I only said that the first one to cross the finish line was the winner. I never said you couldn’t use any dirty tricks at your disposal. As for what that stuff is, it’s ground pepper dust. It’s nasty stuff for ponies, zebras and dogs but not so much griffons. Now, as I recall ye owe me dinner!” Rainbow’s ears flattened against her head and she growled. “Fine, a deal’s a deal. There’s a nice restaurant in Ponyville called Château aux mille Fromages. It’s some Prench joint that Rarity likes; I dunno what the food’s like…never been there.” “Oh I simply adore Prench cuisine. Your friend certainly has refined taste.” “Yeah Rares is something alright. So when do you wanna go there?” “Hmm…this evening should be fine. How about around five o’ clock?” Rainbow shrugged. “Sounds good to me, see ya then.” Iron trotted up to Rainbow and whispered into her ear. “There’s something odd about that griffon, I’m not quite sure what it is. It’s almost as if…no it’s not possible never mind.” “What? He seemed like a pretty normal merc to me, why do you think something’s up?” “It’s more of a hunch but if you be so kind as to allow me to accompany you on your dinner date, I could make sure that something fishy isn’t going on.” Rainbow’s wings flared. “W-wait hold on Iron, this isn’t a d-date! I just lost a bet ok, nothing more than that. I’m a mare of my word and I never break a promise.” “Rainbow calm down it was only a figure of speech. I’m sure everything will turn out just fine. I promise I’ll be discreet about it and sit a few tables away.” “I’m not worried about you being there…although you do kinda suck at blending in.” “Huh what are you talking about?” “Well isn’t it obvious? You have a really unique cutie mark and not a whole lot of stallions have a black coat, it tends to draw attention. Plus you’re…umm…well really…handsome.” Iron rubbed his temples. “Alright fine I suppose you have a point. How about you go and enjoy whatever it is you do in your spare time and I’ll stick around and have a chat with our feathered friend.” “NO WAIT Iron…I mean hold on a sec. I have bit of a confession to make. But you have to promise me that you won’t laugh or tell anypony what I’m about to say.” “I promise, now what is it that has you so worked up?” Rainbow pawed at the ground. “Well…I uhh need some advice on what to do during a date.” “Why the hell would you be asking me that?” “Because I’ve never been on a date before…” “You can’t possibly be serious. Rainbow this isn’t a date you said so yourself. You’re a perfectly attractive mare and you have an outgoing personality so why are you so upset?” “Look I might have been exaggerating a teensy bit about my experience. Whenever I get nervous I talk a big game and I know it’s a problem but I seriously need help. I think stallions are intimidated by the way I act, but I’m just as nervous.” “Rainbow I believe you’re over thinking, that’s what the problem is. When you go to dinner just act like you’re having dinner with one of your friends. Everything will be fine, I promise.” “Ok…I’ll try but don’t be surprised if I end up a nervous wreck.” Iron patted her on the back. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Now, why don’t you go home and freshen up a bit? You don’t want to be Sweaty Dash do you?” Rainbow gave herself a tentative sniff and blushed heavily. “Yeah that sounds like a good idea. See ya later Iron!” Without wasting any time Iron trotted over to the large silver griffon and was about to speak, when he was interrupted. “I was wonderin’ how long it would take ya to start asking me questions. Go on lad, I’ve got plenty o’ time.” “Wait so you knew I was suspicious of you?” “Aye that I did. I’m willing to bet I know why.” “Ok give me your best shot.” “For starters ya got a strange mark on yer arse lad. It certainly ain’t any kind of pony symbol I’ve seen. In fact it’s a symbol I haven’t seen in years. Second, it’s the way I talk. Not too many folk ‘round here have this accent.” “You said you haven’t seen a mark like mine in years. That would imply that you’ve seen it before, which can only mean you saw it…as a human.” Bloodwing whistled. “Exactly lad, I knew ya were a smart one. I was starting to think that I was the only one in this bloody place. I take it you were once a man as well?” “Yes, I was a soldier and somehow got transported here through a magic amulet.” “Hmm is that so? Well my story is a wee bit more complicated than that.” Iron laughed. “Try me I’ve seen some pretty strange things in the four months I’ve been here.” “Only four months? Ha! I’ve been here for a decade lad.” “You’re kidding…how on earth did you get here?” “Originally I was from Glasgow. I served as a privateer under her majesty Queen Anne. The ship I captained was ironically called the Briny Mare. My crew and I had just recently resupplied in London and we were off to raid a Spanish treasure fleet near Jamaica. In order ta get there we had to go through what most of the old sailors called “The Devil’s Triangle”. They all claimed that ships would disappear and since in the blink of eye, I thought it was all a bunch of fairy tales. That is until we hit a rouge storm. It was like nothing I had ever seen, the waves were as tall as windmills and the clouds were an eerie shade of green with crackling lightning.” Iron listened on in rapt attention. “The seas began to get very rough and sure enough the sky lit up with tremendous bolts of green lightening. It was terrifying. I tried my best to keep the ship steady, but she ended up capsizing from a particularly large wave. I think that…most of my men drowned but I was lucky enough to grab onto a piece of the mainmast. I held onto it for dear life, prayin’ I wouldn’t die. Just when I thought I was about ta meet my maker, the sea began to glow and next thing I know I was lying on a beach. Not as a man, but a griffon.” “Wait what you said can’t be possible. If I remember correctly Queen Anne ruled in the early 18th century. That would make you over two hundred years old!” “Nay, lad I’m not that old. Like I said, I’ve only been here for ten years or so.” Iron shook his head. “You don’t understand. I came here during the year 1945.” Bloodwing’s face paled. “What…that’s no…it can’t be. How can that be possible?” “That can only mean that the flow of time between this world and ours isn’t consistent. However, your appearance in Equestria can only mean that our world contains at least some magic.” “Aye, that seems ta be the case lad. I’ve never been a fan o’ magic anyways, that’s why I have me crew practice it. I prefer guns and steel ta carry out my business. I suspect you and I are gonna be steadfast allies.” Iron sighed. “I suppose so, but so help me if you do anything strange or hurt Rainbow Dash I won’t hesitate to crush your skull.” Bloodwing bellowed with laughter. “What you mean the pegasus? Nay, I wouldn’t harm a single hair on her pretty little head. She’s a feisty one, I like that. You know I used to be opposed ta fuckin’ the animals ‘round here but after a while I realized that there ain’t no humans here. So I changed my tastes, as I’m sure you did lad. I take it you’ve found yer own bonny lass?” “Yes, I have but that isn’t your concern.” “I was just makin’ small talk is all, no need ta get yer balls in a twist. Oh and don’t worry about our little dinner date lad. I know the lass is cocky and brags more than a roman soldier back from conquest, but underneath it all she’s inexperienced. I won’t suggest anythin’ too forward.” “You could tell just from meeting her for only a few minutes?” “Aye, after all I was once a brash young pup. However, life happened to me and I learned the hard way. Well I best be takin’ a shower, can’t show up to the tavern smellin’ like a barrel o’ rotten fish. Take care lad.” Hoity Toity’s Mansion, on the outskirts of Canterlot Trixie awoke to find that she had a skull-pounding headache. Tentatively she smacked her lips, also to find that she had cotton mouth. She only remembered bits and pieces of the night before, but hadn’t realized that she fell asleep on the couch. Shrugging off the wool blanket, she made her way into the kitchen to find a pot of coffee already boiling. Trixie attempted to pour herself a cup but instead her horn fizzled and her headache became worst. With a pained grunt she dropped to the floor. “Madam I would suggest not using magic so soon. In the mean time I shall attend to all of your needs.” “Huh…eh Bertram what happened to me?” “When the master brought you home last night, he used a powerful teleportation spell. The residual dark magic corrupted you, and thus you are experiencing magic fatigue. I suspect once you have rested for at least a day, you shall return to normal.” Trixie blushed. “Oh…um if you wouldn’t mind could pour me some coffee, I feel like death warmed over.” Bertram grabbed the cup with his teeth and placed it in her hooves. “Not a problem Miss Trixie. If you require anything else, please ask. I will be more than happy to accommodate you.” Once Bertram left, Hoity trotted in pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Good to see you up and about my dear. Once you are feeling better, we have much to discuss.” “Hoity I just wanted to thank you for helping me through all this. I know that you feel responsible for all of these…changes but I’m grateful that you saved my life.” Hoity let out a sigh of relief. “That is indeed good news. You have no idea how much that has burdened me. Not to worry though, I’ve invited over a few family members to help you with your new powers.” “I didn’t know you had any relatives.” “You would normally be correct, however they aren’t blood related but we share the same…condition. All of my natural family died ages ago.” Bertram cleared his throat. “Excuse me sir, but our guests have arrived. Shall I show them in?” “Ah yes, please do. Come Trixie, meet your new family!” When the doors opened Trixie was shocked to find two very famous ponies standing in front of her. One of them was the infamous photographer and fashion guru, Photo Finish. The other was a white unicorn with an unmistakable electric blue mane; it was none other than Vinyl Scratch. She was more commonly known as DJ-PON 3. Both mares immediately took off their eyewear, revealing ruby red eyes. Hoity went up to them and gave each a quick hug, motioning them over to the fireplace to take a seat. “Greetings ladies, it is so good to see you both! I want you both to say hello to the newest member of the family.” Vinyl grinned. “Whoa that’s The Great and Powerful Trixie! Maybe you could show us some of those totally bitchin’ tricks with the fireworks!” Photo Finish face-hooved. “For Celestia’s sake Vinyl could you please keep ze svearing to a minimum? I’m sure zat Frau Trixie does not enjoy being harassed about silly parlor tricks. I apologize frau; Vinyl is not the most subtle of ponies.” “That’s alright I know she didn’t mean any harm. As Miss Scratch said I am Trixie, but I don’t use that title anymore.” “I see. Vell, at least you learned some humility which is more than I can say about somepony else.” Vinyl scrunched her nose. “Hey it’s not my fault that I’m the most kick-flank DJ in all Equestria!” Hoity tapped his hoof against the floor. “Now girls calm down, I won’t have any bickering while we have a guest present.” “Ja, fine I understand.” “Aww alright, but I still wanna see a magic trick…” “Don’t worry about it everypony, I can do some tricks later once I’ve had enough rest.” Vinyl did a hoof pump. “Yeah now that’s what I’m talking about! I’m sorry about asking you too soon, I had no idea that you had magic exhaustion.” “Vinyl you of all mares should know about zat. Vith all that wubbing nonsense you seem to enjoy. What a waste of magic. You should try making vonderful orchestral music like your mare-friend Octavia.” Vinyl huffed. “Hey don’t bring Tavi into this! I like that kind of music too…it just gets kind of boring sometimes.” “Ah but of course, you’ve always had ze attention span of rodent. Concerning your mare, she is quite attractive. I think that I shall use her for my new spread next month. Ja that would be THE MAGICKS.” Trixie poked Hoity in the ribs. “So how long have they been vamponies?” “Hmm let’s see…Vinyl has been one for about 316 years and Photo around 100. As for me I’m probably the oldest at 10,050. I have to honest with you Trixie I’m most likely the oldest living creature on the planet right now.” Trixie’s jaw dropped. “T-t-ten T-thousand?” “Yes I’m completely serious. We vamponies are immortal, so whatever age we take on the blood we remain until we are killed. Of course we’re resistant to disease, poison and normal weapons so…it takes a bit of effort to kill us.” “So I won’t get any older than this?” “Nein Frau Trixie, such is how our powers work. I must warn you though; you may have to change your name at some point. Ve can’t have ponies knowing of our immortality. In fact Vinyl was once known as Melodia and she used to play ze flute and occasionally the violin. I suspect that is why she fancies Octavia.” Vinyl blushed. “So I get around the music scene, it’s not that big of a deal. At least I don’t bang minotaurs after a photo-shoot!” Photo snickered. “Ohh my yesss zat was lovely. Minotaurs have those lovely hands and such strong legs…all three of them.” Trixie laughed while sipping her coffee, enjoying the antics of Photo and Vinyl. They were a strange pair of mares, but at least they were interesting. She was still shocked at how old all of them were, especially Hoity. Trixie wasn’t certain how old Celestia was exactly, but she bet her bits that Hoity was almost as old if not older. Perhaps they would be willing to teach her some new tricks, but for now she felt content. Content that she finally had ponies to call friends.
Chapter 1Chapter 1 Market District, Canterlot It was a cloudy afternoon in Canterlot. Rich and well-dressed ponies ambled about, shopping at the finest stores in all Equestria. A small crowd had gathered outside a tea shop, in anticipation of a dazzling magical performance by a street magician. An impromptu stage, consisting of a wooden crate had been erected so that the magician could stand on it, giving the audience a better view of the show. The street performer was an icy blue mare with a silky white mane and tail. She sported a somewhat battered hat and cape covered in silver stars. She stepped on top of the crate and faced towards her small audience. “Come one come all, ponies of all ages! Witness feats of magic and illusion, the likes of which you have never seen. Be dazzled by the Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie ignited her horn with a soft blue aura, showering the air above her with fireworks of red and silver hues. The crowd let out a soft murmur at the display. She scanned the crowd to find a mare or stallion that had a piece of clothing she could use for her next trick. Trixie saw a beige colored stallion sporting a silver pocket watch standing in the front row. “For my first trick I’m going to need a volunteer! Why you sir, the dashing stallion with the fine pocket watch, would you mind helping me with my show?” The beige stallion let out a chortle. “Oh ho such a charmer, well I can’t fault you for having good taste. Very well, what do I need to do?” “The great and powerful Trixie just needs to borrow your watch, only for a moment.” “Hmm…alright but do be careful it is a family heirloom.” “Trixie promises she shall take the utmost care with your precious possession.” Trixie focused on the watch, allowing it to levitate in the air. It glowed for several seconds, until it transformed into a gold colored phoenix. The mechanical bird flew in the sky, making dives at the crowd and screeching majestically. Meanwhile, Trixie began to sweat trying to focus on maintaining the illusion. It took a massive amount of magic and concentration to produce such a complex spell. She began to feel light headed, seeing spots as the bird continued to soar above the crowd. Trixie’s vision began to blur as she vomited onto several members of the crowd. If that wasn’t bad enough the spell had been maintaining, backfired making the phoenix explode in midair. The crowd began to disperse in panic, leaving only a few bystanders, including the beige stallion. When Trixie finally composed herself he glared at her with the intensity of Celestia’s sun. “YOU CHARLITEN, HOW DARE YOU DESTORY MY FATHER’S WATCH!! I should have you arrested for destruction of property. You’re just a pathetic, dirty pauper who fancies herself a high class entertainer.” The beige stallion spat on her mane and trotted away in a huff, leaving Trixie laying on the cold stone street. She sighed brushing the saliva out of her mane, dragging herself to an alleyway. The clouds from earlier had begun to unleash a slight downpour as she sat inside a makeshift tent. The shelter did little to keep the rain out and as such it began to soak her to the very bone. With a light sniff she began to sob, not caring about her pride or anything else. She was tired of failing, she knew that if only she had had more to eat, then maybe the magic strain wouldn’t have made her sick. But alas, she was extremely poor and could only afford the most meager morsels of bread. Trixie curled herself into a ball trying to get some semblance of sleep, when she heard of voice. “Umm hello there are you ok?” Trixie hiccupped. “What…do you want? Did you come her to insult me…if so please go away.” The voice came from a cloaked stallion that was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. His cloak was a rich, dark blue and was held together by a sliver broach. The cut of it suggested that he was fairly wealthy. “You poor thing…no I am not here to insult you. I-I just overheard you crying and thought you might…” Trixie let out another raspy sob. “Might what, be the most pathetic pony in all Canterlot? I’m just a failure…leave to my sorrows.” The stallion patted Trixie on the shoulder. “Listen, I want to help you, not harm you. Come, follow me I have a house near here.” With nothing left to lose, Trixie sighed and decided to follow the mysterious Stallion. The pair of ponies walked about two kilometers outside of the Canterlot city limits, until they came upon a large house. It was a rather large mansion, reminding Trixie of the Palace of Versaddles in Prance. The front lawn was a lush green and maintained to perfection. If Trixie didn’t know any better she’d swear it was green carpet. Once inside she noticed a yellow coated stallion in a suit with a slicked black mane standing near a large, winding staircase. The suited stallion merely gave a nod as they entered the room. “Ah good evening sir, I noticed we have a…guest.” The cloaked stallion chuckled. “Yes, Bertram would be kind enough to show this lovely mare to the bathroom? I’m certain she’s chilled to the bone and could use a nice, hot shower.” “Of course, sir. Madam, if you would be so kind as to follow me please.” Trixie tried her best to conceal a squee, but failed miserably. It had been ages since she a hot shower. With a noticeable spring in her step she followed the butler up the stairs to the bathroom. To say that the bathroom was luxurious was to compare a foal’s school craft project to a work of art. The entire floor was expensive imported marble, and no doubt the sink and tub were made of hoof crafted silver. Trixie gingerly twisted the knobs, allowing the steaming hot water to wash over her tired body. Even though she felt like she could spend hours in here, it was more prudent to find the shampoo and body wash and make herself presentable once more. She found a bottle of conditioner that smelled like lilacs and quickly lathered her mane and tail, making them silky smooth once again. Toweling herself off quickly, Trixie exited the bathroom to find the butler waiting for her. She blushed slightly in embarrassment, realizing that he must have been waiting for her. “Oh…umm sorry I didn’t realize you were waiting. I could have washed up more quickly had I known.” Bertram arched an eyebrow. “Trust me madam, it is of no consequence. I have waited longer, for far stranger occasions.” Trixie let out a small sigh of relief. “Good, I don’t mean to be a bother but I’m afraid I don’t know my way around the house.” “The master has instructed me to escort you to the library. Please follow me.” The ponies made their way to a large library, where the previously cloaked stallion was sitting in a plush, velvet chair in front of a marble fireplace, enjoying a glass of wine. He motioned for Trixie to take a seat next to him. She complied, gingerly planting herself on a chair next to his. The stallion was striking to say the least. He had a gray coat, but most of his body was covered by a burgundy robe. His mane and tail were an odd swirling of white and gray, styled in a side lock. Trixie noted that his cutie mark was a gold fan. She couldn’t quite put her hoof on it, but it seemed familiar. “I take it you found the shower?” “Yes I did. I wanted to thank you for your hospitality. You’ve been so kind to me and you don’t even know my name.” “Think nothing of it, my dear. I was just helping a pony in need. My name is Hoity-Toity, and you’re the Great and Powerful Trixie I assume?” Trixie gasped. “WHAT? Y-you’re the Hoity-Toity? Only the most famous fashion guru in all Equestria! How did you know my name?” Hoity smiled. “It seems my reputation precedes me. As for your name, I figured that out when I saw your little show earlier.” Trixie blushed. “Oh…you saw that?” “No need to be embarrassed dear, it was quite the display. I dare say, I was impressed! Why only unicorns of the highest caliber can perform such spells.” “But I failed…” Hoity interrupted Trixie. “Now, now none of that kind of talk. You are a gifted unicorn and that is that. It just so happens I’m in need of a talented unicorn.” “Why would you need somepony like me?” “You see Ms. Trixie, my profession may be in the world of fashion, but I absolutely adore archeology. It is my passion, to collect rare antiques and learn about ancient cultures. In fact, I have funded some of the museums around Canterlot and some of their expeditions.” “Well that’s very interesting Mr. Toity, but what does that have to do with me?” “My dear, it has everything to do with you. I recently funded an expedition in a faraway land and I’m in need of a magic expert. The problem with ancient ruins is that they sometimes contain magical traps or artifacts that might have enchantments. I am an earthpony, so I have no skill in such matters. You, however are.” “Why would you want me and not somepony like Twilight Sparkle?” “I don’t think Ms. Sparkle would have the time, nor the desire to engage in my enterprises. You are perfect though.” Trixie scowled. “Are you insinuating something?” “Oh dear I hadn’t meant to be rude about your…erm current situation. I thought that you would like a well-paying job and a place to stay. Ms. Sparkle doesn’t really have the time to travel outside of the country, but you do.” “So, this job involves getting out of Equestria?” “As a matter of fact it does. When I said I was interested in ancient ruins, I didn’t just mean Equestria. Why just recently, one of my scouts told me there were some ancient ruins found in Minos that may be of interest. They are supremely old, well over ten thousand years old.” Trixie quietly sipped her tea in thought. “If I decided to do this and I mean if, what would I be doing?” “You would accompany me to the site and scan the ruins with your magic. If there are any traps or hexes you would disable them. Simple right?” “Well…yes I suppose I could dispel hexes easily enough, they are part of illusion magic. Very well I shall work for you Mr. Toity.” Hoity rubbed his hooves together. “Ah excellent, I’ll have Bertram draw up the contract later. For now just enjoy the mansion, you are my guest after all.” “I-I couldn’t possibly stay here…even if I work for you. I don’t want to impose.” “Nonsense, you are not imposing dear. I live alone in this house, so it’s nice to have some company every once and a while. Between you and me, Bertram can be rather dour at times.” Trixie giggled. “Yes I could tell right away. I felt bad about making him wait till I was done with my shower. He doesn’t get out much does he?” “I’m afraid not. Regardless of his demeanor, he is without a doubt one of the most loyal butlers I’ve ever had the pleasure to employ. Do you care for any wine dear?” “Hmm no, I’ll stick with tea thanks.” Trixie took another sip of her orange spice tea noticing a small picture sitting on top of the fireplace mantle. She got up from her chair and examined it. The picture seemed a bit dated and showed Hoity Toity dressed in a khaki colored uniform along with a grinning pegasus mare next to him. They seemed to be near a dig site in some far of jungle. The pegasus had a butterscotch colored coat and a scruffy black-grey mane. She too was wearing some sort of uniform. Trixie thought the mare looked familiar but couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. Trixie was interrupted by Hoity placing a hoof on her shoulder. “That picture brings back some memories, that’s for sure. It was taken about three years ago, in the jungles of South Amareica.” “Who is the mare, she looks familiar somehow.” “Why that’s my daughter, Daring Do. Surely you’ve heard of her?” Trixie gasped. “What? The Daring Do? I never knew you were her father.” “Yes, I tend to keep that one a secret from the mainstream media. About fifteen years ago I had visited Manehatten to attend an opera, The Barber of Neighville if I’m not mistaken. Anyway, I was walking to my hotel when I happened to come across an orphanage. Sometimes I like to give money to charities; I’m a bit of a philanthropist. In this case I took a gander inside and found that most of the foals were running around, screaming and roughhousing as they often do. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little butterscotch pegasus, snout deep in a book about archaeology, and the rest is history.” “Now I see why you two get along so well, since you both like ancient stuff so much.” Hoity sighed. “She was such a rambunctious filly, always filled with wanderlust. That’s what I love about her; she never seemed to have lost her taste for adventure. Although that stubborn mare doesn’t write to her father very often. For Celestia’s sake, she hasn’t written to me in four months!” “Four months? Why would she wait that long?” “Well…it’s because she’s busy excavating some new underwater city off the coast of Neighpon. I suppose she must be busy, can’t say I blame her. Neighponese culture is simply fascinating. She always writes me back, no matter what, it will just take her a while longer that’s all.” Trixie let out a yawn. “That’s nice…oh sorry I’m feeling a bit exhausted. Do you mind directing me to your guest room?” “Oh dear, I’m sorry I forgot how late it was. You certainly deserve some rest after today’s ordeal. Just follow me.” Hoity led Trixie up a flight stairs which led to a long hallway. He opened the door to a room that was elegant but simply furnished at the same time. It had a small dresser, a bathroom, vanity mirror and a twin sized bed near the window. Trixie climbed into the bed, relishing the soft velvety sheets as she sank her head into the pegasus feather pillow. Hoity tucked her in and stared at her. Trixie hadn’t noticed before, but he had exotically colored red irises that seemed to sparkle like rubies in the moonlight. He must have caught her looking, as he adopted a slight grin. Trixie blushed, pulling the covers up to her muzzle. “Sorry I-I didn’t mean to stare…” Hoity waggled his eyebrows. “Like what you see?” “I have to admit you have the most…entrancing eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somepony with red eyes before.” “For what it’s worth I’m glad you find them appealing, so many ponies are afraid of them. That’s why I wear sunglasses all the time, that and they tend to be sensitive to light.” “You’re welcome. Sleep well Mr. Toity.” Hoity patted Trixie on the head. “Sweet dreams Ms. Trixie.” Golden Oakes Library, Ponyville Twilight Sparkle scrunched her eyes in concentration at the yellow crystal placed before her. For months she had tried to figure out just what it was, testing it with every tool in her arsenal. It had been found near where Frostmere and Iron were battling, several months prior. Grunting in frustration she decided to blast the stubborn rock with a magic bolt just to see what would happen. She yelped in surprise as the crystal hovered above her and glowed like the sun, sending a magical shockwave towards her. The poor mare was launched into a nearby wall as the gem floated towards her. To her surprise it began to speak. Finally somepony decided to use their noggin! But if you wouldn’t mind could you possibly release me from here, it’s a bit cramped. Twilight’s pupils shrank in shock. “Huu-what now? How can you be talking? What are you?” Oh silly me, I never introduced myself before. The name’s Zog. Old Frosty imprisoned me during the fight and it seems like everypony decided to forget about me! Well guess what Ms. Sparkle you get three wishes…if you can free me that is. “What are you some kind of genie? Everypony knows they aren’t real. ANYWAY, how would I even go about freeing you?” I’m not really a genie per say, but I do have a lot of magic! SO basically you would get some free stuff. Ya know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours. All ya have to do to release me is take a hammer and whack the crystal. Twilight grit her teeth. “You mean to tell me I’ve been wasting the last four months using every scientific instrument known to pony-kind and all I had to do was USE A HAMMER?!” You know Ms. Sparkle you really shouldn’t get so angry; it’ll give you high blood pressure. OH and the wrinkles, don’t forget the wrinkles! With an angry growl Twilight took the hammer and smashed the crystal with all her might. The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, and just when she was about to get angry that nothing was happening a bright light flashed in the room. Before her floating a meter off the ground was a glowing pink stallion? No, it wasn’t quite a stallion. He had two ram horns sticking out from the sides of his head and a whispy neon purple mane and tail, which seemed to have a life of its own. His eyes, if you could call them that, were just blue glowing orbs. They resembled the eyes of a changeling. The stallion-thing also had a small pair of canines protruding from his muzzle. Popping the bones in his neck, Zog floated over to Twilight. “Oy! Spending a few thousand years in small, confined spaces gives ya such a crick in the NECK!” Twilight cringed. “Oh…lucky me, I just released some weird goat-pony thing.” Zog giggled. “No, my dear Sparkles I’m a Targarian, you know from the planet Targaria? Why its two universes to the left past the giant black hole, can’t miss it!” Twilight stared at Zog dumfounded, while he smooshed her cheeks together. “Aww how cute, the wittle egghead pony can’t comprehend reality beyond her itsy-bitsy universe. Don’t worry though you are ignorant, I am a Targarian of my word! You shall receive three wonderful gifts, just name them dearie.” Before she could reply somepony knocked on the door. “Twi are ya alright in there? Ah hear some strange noises down there, do ya need any help?” “I’m fine Big Mac; we just have a new guest to deal with.” “A guest, well why don’t ya introduce us?” “I’m…not sure you’d want to meet him. He’s strange.” “You should be ashamed of yerself Twi, judging a pony like that. It ain’t polite!” Twilight huffed. “Grrgghh you don’t understand, he’s not from around here.” “That still ain’t a good reason ta harp on him.” Zog made an angel halo appear above his head. “Why I’m just a little angel, I’d never do anything to upset anypony.” Big Mac gave Zog a firm hoof shake. “The name’s Big Mac, nice ta meet ya. What’s yer name?” Zog bowed. “Mah name is Zog, pleeeeased ta make yer acquaintance Mr. Big Mac. You suurrre do have a mighty fine hoofshake.” “The honor is mine Mr. Zog.” Zog put on a top hat and monocle out of thin air. “Like a sir. See Twinkie, I’m not so bad. I’m sure we can become the bestest of pals, I’m sure Pinkie will approve.” “My name’s not Twinkie or Sparkles, its TWILIGHT!!” Zog picked at one of his teeth. “Meh, whatever you say Twerpy Spatula.” Twilight stomped out of the room grumbling something about lamps, followed closely by Big Mac. The farmer stallion knew how irritable she could get when she didn’t sleep, due to long nights of research. She sat on the couch with a grumpy frown, angrily slurping a cup of tea. Mac trotted over and sat next to her, rubbing her back with his hoof. “Now there ain’t no reason for ya ta be so upset Twi. Ah know this Zog fella can be a might annoyin’ but just try ta relax a bit. He’s not gonna make the world explode.” Twilight let out a sigh. “I know…it’s just that I spent the last few months analyzing that crystal and all I got out of it was some kind of annoying Discord goat-pony thing. Pinkie told me about him, but I just didn’t believe her. Those two would get along just fine, but he…gets on my nerves.” “He’ll just take a bit of gettin’ used to that’s all. Why don’t ya catch up on some sleep. I’ll entertain our new guest.” “Ok…but if he does anything weird, wake me up right away got it?” “Eeyup.”
Chapter 2Chapter 2 Hoity Toity’s mansion, on the outskirts of Canterlot The morning rays of Celestia’s sun shone through the bedroom window, waking Trixie up from her luxurious slumber. Letting out a long yawn, while rubbing her eyes she slowly dragged herself out of the bed. She let out a yelp of surprise to find Bertram standing near the entrance of her room, a slight scowl on his face. “Ehem, I take it you slept well Madam Trixie?” Trixie blushed noting that she still had bed mane. “Oh…um yes I spelt quite well, thank you. If you don’t mind I haven’t really gotten the chance to freshen up yet.” “Of course Madam, the master requests you meet him in the dining room in thirty minutes for breakfast. I believe he was making a fruit salad, accompanied by cinnamon oatmeal. He insisted on making it himself. The master is quite the accomplished cook, if I do say so myself. Please enjoy your meal.” “I will, enjoy the rest of your day…Bertram.” “I shall, Madam. Ta-ta for now.” Trixie made her way into the bathroom, noticing an ivory colored mane brush. She wasn’t quite sure if it was genuine ivory but judging from how rich Hoity was, she didn’t doubt it. Trixie picked up the brush with her magic and began to carefully straighten her silky white mane, deciding to tie a navy blue ribbon near the base to accentuate her coat. She also found that there were plenty of cosmetics in the cabinet, so she applied some blush and a bit of dark eye shadow. After all, she had to look presentable to her new employer. Trixie made her way down the stairs, which led to the dining room. It was fairly large and the table in it could have seated at least twenty ponies. She noticed that there were two places set across from each other. The finest china had been spread out; it was white with gold trim, along with crystal glasses. Silver spoons and knives sat on each side of plate, underneath them a burgundy colored napkin. She was just about to sit in one of the chairs, when Hoity appeared wearing what seemed to be a cooking apron. He trotted over to the table with a silver tray filled with all sorts of pastries, fruit salad, and two bowls of steaming hot oatmeal. The delicious smells wafted over to Trixie’s muzzle as she began to subconsciously drool. It had been far too long since she had a proper meal. “Good Morning Ms. Trixie, I trust you slept well? I took the liberty of making breakfast this morning, since I’m sure you’re quite hungry.” As if on cue, Trixie’s stomach made a loud rumble. She blushed furiously, hiding her face behind her hooves. Hoity just chuckled and set the tray in front of her. “No need to be embarrassed dear, everypony gets hungry. Besides I take it as a compliment, that my food would be so enticing as to make somepony drool.” Trixie quickly wiped her muzzle. “Sorry…it’s just been a long time since I had decent food. Being poor kind of limits your culinary options.” Hoity nodded. “Ah yes, foul business that is. Don’t feel as if you need to apologize, it’s quite alright. I understand what you went through. It breaks my heart to see ponies have to live in such conditions. That is why I run several charities, dear. Oh, what’s this I see? You’ve styled your mane! Why it looks simply marvelous, and if I may say so that eye shadow makes your eyes pop.” Trixie shuffled her hooves. “T-thank you. I’m glad you like it. I haven’t really had the chance to style myself lately. If I have the chance I like to make myself look presentable.” “You are far more than presentable, Ms. Trixie, more like ravishing I would say. In any case please eat some breakfast, we have long day ahead of us.” Trixie nibbled on some fruit salad. “What exactly do you have planned?” “Well we’re going to have to stop in Canterlot to pick up some supplies. We’ll need to buy train tickets as well, oh and I can’t forget the medicine!” “Train tickets? Where exactly are we going?” “Why…to Minos of course! What did you think the dig site was in Equestria?” “No, I didn’t realize we’d be traveling so far. I’m afraid I don’t have any supplies to pack, or bits to help pay for them.” Hoity scoffed. “Not to worry I shall take care of those kinds of expenses, I am wealthy remember. Although I warn you, we might be in Minos for quite some time. It takes at least four days to reach the border by train alone.” “That’s fine, it’s not like I have anything tying me down to Equestria anyway. I feel really bad that you have to take of the expenses, it makes me feel so…useless.” “Hmm I understand, but you work for me now. As such your expedition expenses as well as living costs are covered. All you have to do is lend your magical talents to me, nothing more. Besides I enjoy your company, it’s not often that I have traveling companion with me. Please continue to enjoy your breakfast, I need to gear up.” Trixie finished the rest of her breakfast and found Hoity waiting at the door, wearing a navy blue coverall suit, complete with a set of hoof boots and a backpack. He still wore his trademark sunglasses; however his mane had been tied in a braid and tucked under a military cap. The ashen earthpony was busy checking as Trixie trotted over to his side. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to get dressed.” Hoity let out a snort. “Oh well I already had this outfit ready to go. I took the liberty of having Bertram file your measurements while you slept. Your suit is sitting over there by the door. Feel free to take a few minutes and change.” Trixie quickly donned her khaki uniform, complete with boots and cap and slid on the backpack sitting on the floor. The two ponies then made their way to a supply shop in the middle of Canterlot, buying such things as water, food, cooking equipment and excavation tools. Hoity once again got out his list, checking to see if he forgot anything. “Excuse me Ms. Trixie, but do you happen to know how to teleport?” “I do but why do you want to know?” “We have everything ready for the trip except medical supplies. I buy those off of a mare who lives near the Everfree Forest, which as you may know is quite a distance from here.” “I would need to concentrate but I think my teleportation spell could get us at least close to it.” “Excellent, I would hate to make a lady walk too far. Plus I’d…rather not walk either.” Trixie giggled. “Ok, hold on to my hoof this should only take a second. I warn you though, for non-unicorns teleporting sometimes causes extreme vertigo and nausea.” “Pfft I’ve had worse. Ready when you are.” With a flash of light blue magic, Trixie and Hoity were gone in an instant. Zecora’s Hut, near the Everfree Forest Trixie and Hoity materialized near a small hut, on the edge of the Everfree Forest. Trixie dusted herself off, glancing over at Hoity who had paled a few shades and was wobbly on his hooves. A few minutes later he was vomiting into some nearby bushes. Once he was done, Trixie helped him back onto his hooves. “Ughh by Luna’s unshorn fetlocks, THAT WAS AWEFUL!” Trixie clicked her tongue. “I told you that could happen. Can’t say I’m surprised, earthponies handle magic the worst. At least pegasai are used to flying around.” “Alright, alright fine I was wrong. Just let me gather my bearings the next time you decide to teleport.” “Say…I recognize this place. This is where that Zebra enchantress lives.” Hoity cleared his throat. “Yes, her name is Zecora. She’s quite skilled at making medicine. Healing salves, ointments, stimulants, you name it she makes it.” Hoity trotted over to the door of the hut and nocked three times. Not hearing a response he decided to shout. “Hello is anypony here; I’d like to purchase some medicine!” Hoity hear the clopping of hooves against wood as the door opened to reveal a teenage mare. She was about Trixie’s height, but her coat was butter yellow. Atop her vibrant flowing red mane sat a small black Stetson. Her equally red tail was tied at the end to prevent it getting in the way as she walked. “Howdy, welcome to Zecora’s medicine shop! Y’all need any help with anythin’?” Trixie was about to dismiss the mare, but noticed she sported a strange cutie mark. It was an apple blossom with a mortar and pestle inside. Obviously, this was not the Zecora, but her assistant. Hoity was the one who spoke up. “Why yes we were looking to purchase some items. My associate and I are going on a long journey and we need medicines and whatnot. If I may ask who are you my dear?” “Mah name is Applebloom, and I’m one of Zecora’s new assistants. She’s been teaching me how ta make potions and whatnot, for the last couple months.” “A pleasure to meet you Applebloom, I’m Hoity Toity and the unicorn next to me is Trixie. If you have any stimulants and healing salves in stock I’d like to buy some.” Applebloom whistled. “Well butter mah flank, we got celebrities in the shop. Hey Frost get in here we got some customers!” Hoity chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t go that far, my dear. I may be a wealthy fashion guru, but I’m just like anypony else.” While Applebloom and Hoity were socializing Trixie noticed another pony enter the room. He was a teenage unicorn stallion, who was completely white, like freshly fallen snow. Trixie had to control herself from gasping, as she had never seen a pony with such exotic coloring. He wore a small pair of glasses over his snout and had tied his long mane into a pony-tail. What really threw Trixie for a loop was his cutie mark. It was almost identical to Twilight Sparkle’s, except that it was dark blue. Perhaps he was a relative of hers? She quickly tried to look the other way, as it was rude to stare at somepony’s flank…most of the time. Applebloom muzzled the white stallion. “Hey Frost, did ya finish those fertility pills yet?” “Just got them done a few minutes ago. So what’s going on?” “The two ponies over here wanna buy some caffeine supplements and healin’ salves. Ya mind usin’ yer magic ta get ‘em off the top shelf?” The stallion levitated a few bottles onto the table. “There we go. Let’s see that should be a few months’ supply, is that enough?” Hoity rubbed his chin. “Yes, that should be plenty. How much do I owe you?” “I’d say fifty bits should cover it.” “Here’s one hundred bits, go buy something nice for your marefriend.” “Will do sir. My name’s Frostmere, I started working here about four months ago. I can’t say that I know who you are.” “Well isn’t this rare, a pony who has no idea who I am. I’m Hoity Toity; I deal in selling top of the line merchandise to both stallions and mares.” Frostmere laughed nervously. “Sorry…you could say I’m new to Equestria, I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s nice to meet you anyway.” “Think nothing of it! I was more surprised than offended dear boy. Just out of curiosity, where is Zecora?” “She went off ta see her relatives back in Zebrica. Ah reckon she won’t be back for at least another month. That’s probably why she was so happy ta take on apprentices, cause she’s been runnin’ the show all by herself since she came ta Ponyville.” “I’ve taken the liberty of writing her a thank you note. Please make sure that she receives it, and give her my regards as well.” Frostmere nodded. “Don’t worry we will. Have a pleasant journey.” “Thank you. Come along Ms. Trixie we have a train to catch!” Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville Big Mac sat on the couch across from Zog, while sipping a cup of coffee. He made sure to keep his voice down, so he wouldn’t disturb his marefriend’s nap. Celestia knew she needed the rest. Twilight in her usual obsessive manner had forgone sleep in order to conduct research on the crystal. According to Iron Cross, it was the object that Frostmere had sealed Zog into so he wouldn’t interfere anymore. While it was a little hard to believe that Zog had previously shared Pinkie Pie’s body, Big Mac could tell that he wasn’t lying about it. Also, it would certainly explain why Pinkie had such strange world altering abilities. The Targarian had long since slurped his coffee down and was playing with a conjured rubber bouncy ball, a bored look on his face. Mac cleared his throat. “Ah know Twi was givin’ ya hard time but she hasn’t been getting’ much rest as of late. So, if it ain’t too much ta ask, would ya mind forgivin’ her?” Zog rubbed a hoof through his mane. “Umm…I suppose I was being a bit rude as well. You must understand I haven’t been able to use my own body for more than two millennia. I forgive her, so long as she forgives me.” “I’m sure she will. Trust me, that nap of hers will do wonders ta improve her mood.” “Hmm yes one can hope. Perhaps she should also consider bathing? She reeked of stale sweat and musty old books. You know if you’re into that kind of thing I won’t judge…” Mac rolled his eyes. “Yeah there’s that too. Hay, I’m a farmin’ pony and even ah know when ta take a bath. I’ll…make sure ta remind her when she wakes up. Since you’ve been locked up for a while, I was wonderin’ if ya wanted ta get a bite ta eat.” “Oooh that would be positively delightful! What did you have in mind?” “Well, there’s Sugarcube Corner if you’re in to sweets…that is.” “Ah yes how could I forget? I love sweets and this will give me a chance to drop in on my favorite pink hurricane.” Mac finished his coffee and headed out the door with Zog floating behind him. As they walked through Ponyville they were met by strange looks from the townsponies. Zog was wearing a grin so wide, that Mac thought it could possibly rip his face apart. With a flourish of his hoof, Zog played music that seemingly came from nowhere. He took to the ground and began wiggling his rump to the beat of the song. “WE’RE GOING TO SUGARCUBE CORNER!!” Big Mac merely gave a sheepish look to the stunned crowd, not really understanding what was going on either. He picked up the pace, wanting to get to Sugarcube corner as quickly as possible. They entered the shop, jingling a small golden bell. Mrs. Cake trotted up to them, looking slightly surprised. “Why hello dears, what can I get you today?” “Well ah think we’ll have two of your finest croissants.” “Such refined taste, very well. I’ll have those out in a jiffy dear.” Zog curled an ethereal moustache. “Zoot allures, ze gentlecolt has very fine tastes in le pastries!” Just then they heard a thumping of hooves upon the floor, only to see Pinkie Pie come barreling down the stairs with a goofy grin on her face. She did a double take around the room, and then shouted at the top of her lungs. “PASTRIES, WHERE!?” Noticing a muffin sitting on the counter she quickly gobbled it up. With crumbs still stuck on her muzzle she levitated several meters into the air, looking like she’d seen a ghost. Pinkie gasped. “Zoggy? Is that YOU?” Zog leapt across the room tackling Pinkie with a full powered glomp. “Pinkie! Oh it’s been far too long my dear! I’ve missed you sooooooo much.” The pink mare giggled burying her muzzle into his chest. “Oh my gosh, it really is you. I can’t believe it. This soooo super specially awesome!” “I’m sorry that I couldn’t visit earlier, I was kind of trapped in that crystal. I felt so bad about using your body to fight that retched alicorn, but it’s such a relief to see that you’re ok.” Zog felt something wet on his chest, noticing that Pinkie had tightened her grip. He sighed and ran a hoof through her mane. Her grip lessened somewhat, but he could her hyperventilating slightly. When she spoke, her tone was softer than before. “I’m glad you’re back Zoggy. I was really worried about you. I thought…you were gone forever.” “Shh it’s ok now, I’m here to stay. You can thank your egg headed friend for releasing me from the crystal. The reminds me…I still owe her three gifts.” Pinkie wiped her eyes. “Ok, well I’m gonna have to throw you a welcome back party ya know.” “I know, I know. I trust you’ve met Big Mac before?” “Yeperoony, sure have! Wait a minute where’s Twilight?” “She wasn’t feelin’ too well, had ta get some rest on account of stayin’ up too late.” “Silly Twilight, always studying too much! Sleep is really important if you don’t want to be a grumpy dump all the time.” Mac let out a knowing grunt. “She gets upset over the strangest things sometimes, but between you and me she’s adorable when she throws those little tantrums of hers. Don’t tell her ah said that though; she might be inclined ta usin’ some unpleasant magic on me.” “Don’t worry Mac, you’re secret is safe with good ole’ aunt Pinkie.” “Pinkie I’m well over…” Pinkie stuffed her hoof in Mac’s mouth. “I know you are, but just listen anyway ok?” “Soooo Mac, how’s your sister doing?” “She’s doin’ alright ah suppose. Iron and her have been thinkin’ about gettin’ hitched, but nothin’ real concrete at this point. Ah suppose there’s gonna come a point where they’ll want to move out and get a house of their own, might have ta think about hirin’ a new farmpony.” “Aww that’s so romantic! I’ll have to throw the bachelorette party for them. Oooh and do you think they’ll let me handle the foal-shower too?” “Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves Pinkie. Ah ain’t even sure if Applejack wants a foal right now. If she ever got pregnant, it would drive her hog-wild. If there’s one thing mah sister hates, it’s sittin’ around doin’ nothin’.” “Yeah she’s sort of like the earthpony version of Dashie.” “Ah reckon you’re right. In fact if Rainbow Dash was a colt, mah sister would’ve jumped on her quicker than a rattlesnake pouncin’ on a rabbit.” Zog started eating a bag of popcorn. “Oh the wonders of rule sixty three. Alternate universes are always so fascinating.” “What the hay is umm…rule sixty three?” Pinkie just giggled while Zog donned a sweater vest and a pair of hipster glasses. “I’m afraid you wouldn’t understand my good stallion. SERIOUS alternate universe BUSSINESS. The wonderful, terrible things I know would devastate your poor pony brain. Let’s just leave it at that shall we?” Mac munched on his croissant. “Alright, ah guess I’m just not meant ta know certain things.” “Way to be a good sport Mac old pal! If it were Twilight asking me, she’d bother me for weeks until I told her, instead I’d just simply show her a rather…saucy universe with her alter ego. She’d write the princess a letter and we would simply sit back and watch the carnage ensue.” “If ya even think about doin’ that Zog, I’ll kick ya so hard you’d need a straw ta eat.” Zog gulped. “Ha…ha well I was only kidding. I know how much you care for Twilight, besides I don’t really want to incur the wrath of Celestia. Discord did and look where that got him.” Mac grinned. “Well, then ah think we have ourselves an understandin’. By the way Pinkie, do you think we should tell Princess Celestia about Zog? She’s certainly gonna want ta know about somepony who acts like Discord.” “Now hold on just a minute! I am most certainly not Discord. That oaf just decides to create chaos on a whimsy, for his own selfish needs. I am more refined than that. Right Pinkie?” Pinkie nuzzled Zog once again. “It’s ok Mac, Zog is just a big softie once you get to know him. There’s NO way he could ever be as much of a meanie pants as Dissy. But…he can be kind of weird sometimes.” “Me weird, oh well that’s rich coming from the pony who can eat an entire cake without getting diabetes.” “Dia-what?” “Never mind dear. I think I’ll go visit her royal-shininess on my own accord. Who knows, maybe she enjoys a good prank?”
Chapter 3Chapter 3 Train Station, Ponyville Hoity and Trixie had their bags full of supplies and medicine and were ready to take the express train to the border of Minos. They trotted over to the ticket booth to purchase a couple of one way passes. Hoity cleared his throat. “Excuse me my good stallion, but my companion and I wish to purchase two tickets to Minos.” The Ticketmaster let out a whistle. “That sure is an exotic destination there mister. Can’t say I’ve had too many ponies going there. From what I hear Minos is a mighty dangerous place.” “I assure you that I am well aware of the risks. As a matter of fact, I happen to do quite a bit of business with the Minotaurs.” “Hey, I’m not here to question your taste in travel. I just thought you might want a warning.” “I appreciate the sentiment. Now how many bits do I owe you?” “Well, let’s see…two tickets are forty bits.” Once they received their tickets, Hoity and Trixie made their way onto one of the passenger cars. While their cabin wasn’t exactly luxurious it was spacious and comfortable. Inside were two bunk beds that doubled as chair cushions when folded. Two shelves hung above the beds to house all of their belongings. Trixie levitated the gear onto the shelves and secured them using straps. Both ponies sat on the seats, tucking their legs underneath them to get more comfortable. “I’m terribly sorry that the accommodations aren’t the finest Ms. Trixie. You must understand that very few trains even travel so far outside of Equestria, let alone luxury cars.” “It’s alright; I’ve stayed in far worse places than this.” “Oh…erm right I forgot about that. I do believe that they serve meals though.” “Good, I’m starting to get hungry.” “Yes all that hiking around Ponyville gave me quite the appetite. I’ll try and find a waiter and order us some lunch.” Hoity found a waiter and ordered two bean burgers with a side of hay fries. Deciding to throw any notions of healthy cuisine out the window he ordered chocolate milkshakes as well. After about fifteen minutes the server arrived at their cabin, laden with delicious fatty foods. Trixie immediately started drooling, and practically accosted the poor server as she grabbed her burger. She happily gobbled down the hay fries, chugging them down with the chocolate milkshake. Hoity grinned still sipping his milkshake. “Well, now it seems somepony was hungry!” “Yep, I love bean burgers and hay fries. It’s the simple food that’s always the best.” “Indeed. No matter how rich I’ve become or how many fancy foods I’ve eaten, I still think comfort food is the tastiest. You’re a mare after my own heart.” “Mr. Toity, do you have any idea how long it will take to get there?” “I’d say three days, give or take a few hours. The dig site is located in an extremely remote region of Minos, so I suspect it will take us an extra day to travel from the train station. Oh and by the way you can just call me Hoity, no more of this mister business…it makes me feel old.” Trixie giggled. “If I can call you Hoity, then I insist you call me Trixie.” Hoity shrugged. “Fair is fair, I suppose.” Trixie yawned. “Ughhh…sorry I think I had too much to eat, I’m starting to get sleepy.” “You might as well get some sleep; it’ll help pass the time dear.” Before Hoity could say anything else, he heard soft snoring. Trixie was out like a light, sprawled across the seat cushion. He grinned, shaking his head. While watching the mare sleep, he was reminded suddenly of his own daughter. Hoity remembered that Daring used to fall asleep in the blink of an eye sometimes, despite her near boundless energy. He chuckled softly and began reading a book he had stowed in his backpack. Ten minutes later he heard Trixie scream in terror, as the mare awoke drenched in a cold sweat. “Trixie what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” “I…it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” “No, my dear it is not simply nothing. You know you can talk to me about it, I promise I won’t laugh.” “Ok but you have to promise me…it’s a sensitive subject.” Hoity placed a hoof on her shoulder. “I promise. If your issue is serious enough to induce screaming within ten minutes of sleep, then it certainly can’t be a small problem.” “I’ve always had nightmares because I’m afraid of being left alone.” “Alone…whatever do you mean?” “Even as a filly I had dreams of becoming the greatest stage performer in all Equestria. My parents loved me, but they also pushed me to become the best. It was hard living up to their expectations. My drive to succeed, coupled with the need to adopt a stage persona made me somewhat arrogant.” “Ah I see, please continue.” “My arrogance earned me…few friends. It was always difficult for me to make any because deep down I’m actually rather shy, so I would adopt my stage persona to make up for it. As the years went by I decided to become a traveling magician, but it was a lonely existence. I would rarely ever spend more than a week at any given town.” “Reminds me of the days when I first started my clothing company. I always had long weeks, no free time and was constantly traveling.” “What few friends I did have, didn’t seem to care enough to keep in touch with me. Eventually I became completely absorbed in my alter-ego; otherwise I couldn’t have continued…the depression would have eaten me alive. A few years ago I traveled to Ponyville and…” “Trixie, we can stop talking about this if causes you too much pain.” Trixie let out a shudder, tears moistening her eyes. “No, I need to let this out. Somepony needs to hear this.” “I was just worried. We can keep talking so long as you’re able to continue.” “There was an incident involving an ursa minor, it nearly wrecked the town. I couldn’t stop it, but Twilight Sparkle did. The townsponies blamed me for the incident and ran me out of town. For so long I was jealous of Twilight, I hated her Hoity. She had everything I ever wanted: friends, power, talent and love. The next year was a struggle for me, my thoughts were consumed with revenge and one day I came across an amulet that gave me extraordinary powers. It was the perfect opportunity to squelch Twilight once and for all.” “So what did you do?” “I took the amulet and went back to Ponyville, intent on challenging Twilight to a magic duel. As expected I was far more powerful than her, but it corrupted me. I did some terrible things to those poor ponies. After running Twilight out of town, she eventually came back and used a clever trick to defeat me. Once I removed the amulet, I realized how terrible I had been. Afterwards I traveled around trying to earn bits, through illusion shows…and that’s where you met me.” “My word you’ve had such a harsh life. I didn’t even realize it. No wonder you seemed so broken when I first found you. Trixie…I’m so sorry.” “I have nightmares from time to time about being abandoned. I just don’t want to be alone any more…you won’t abandon me either will you?” Hoity patted the seat with his hoof. “Please, sit next to me.” Trixie hesitated. “No, I couldn’t possibly…” “Nonsense, now get your flank over here.” Trixie gingerly sat next to Hoity, to find he had a gentle smile on his face. He placed both of his fore-hooves around her face and laid her head upon his lap, gently stroking her mane. Trixie began to blush at the sudden, but not unwanted display of physical intimacy. Silently she began to cry, while he stroked her mane. “You know, I used to do this for Daring when she was still a filly. The poor thing came from an abusive family; the father was an alcoholic you see. She would cry at night sometimes and I would just hold her until she fell asleep. Sometimes all ponies need is the gentle touch of another, to feel like they are needed, to know that somepony cares for them.” Trixie nuzzled his leg. “Thank you…you’re the first true friend I’ve ever had.” “The pleasure is all mine dear. Now why don’t you get some more rest hmm?” For the first time in her life, Trixie felt at peace. She was finally beginning to mend her shattered heart. As she began to close her eyes, the faint smell of roses mixed with a hint of sweat wafted into her nostrils. In the back of her mind she knew it must be Hoity’s scent. It was comforting…also enticing. With those thoughts she drifted off to sleep. Manehatten, Equestria Sweetie Belle slowly trotted up the stairs to her small apartment, after a hard day’s work. She went into the bathroom in order to take a shower and freshen herself up. Humming to herself she gazed into the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her was a white coated mare, with a beautifully styled purple and pink coiffure. It resembled her sister Rarity’s style but was quite a bit curlier. Plastered on her flank was a pair of masks. One was silver depicting a laughing face the other was purple depicting a sorrowful face. The masks were side by side, joined together by pink lace. Sweetie twisted a knob allowing the soothing spray of hot water cascade down her body. She let out a sigh as she applied her favorite mango scented conditioner, recalling the day’s events. A few months ago she would have laughed if anypony had told her where she would be right now. It hadn’t really been much of a surprise to find out that she had a talent for singing, as well as acting. Rarity had been overjoyed to find out, and Sweetie remembered her sister’s tears of joy as though it had been yesterday. She was now part of the lead cast in a Trotway musical called Oatslahoma. Today had been a particularly tiring day, not that it was unpleasant, it just demanded one hundred and ten percent of her energy. Sweetie got out of the shower and beginning to dry herself, when she heard a knock at the door. She used a spell to evaporate any remaining dampness in her coat and ran over to the door. Opening the door revealed a tall, armor clad, white pegasus mare. Sweetie gulped, wondering what could possibly make the royal guard come to her apartment. Maybe she was under arrest, or maybe something happened to her sister? She immediately began to panic. The guard noticed her distress and tried to look as composed as possible. “Excuse me miss but may I come in for a minute?” “Oh…umm sure I guess. Do you have anything to tell me? Is it bad news? It doesn’t have to do with my sister does it?” The guard put a hoof up to Sweetie’s mouth. “I assure you miss, I bear only good news. Everything is fine.” Sweetie huffed a sigh of relief. “Thank Celestia! I thought something bad happened.” The guard mare removed her helmet, thus dispelling the coloring enchantment. The mare before Sweetie Belle was an orange coated pegasus with a long scruffy purple mane. It was much like Rainbow Dash’s mane style but much longer. “Heya Sweets did ya miss me?” Sweetie Belle tackled the pegasus onto the ground in a forceful hug. “Oh my gosh, Scooty it’s so good to see you!” Scootaloo chuckled. “Long time no see huh?” “Yeah I’ll say. You haven’t written to me in a month!” Sweetie Belle said with a pout. “Sorry about that, but you know how hard it is with all the guard training. By the way, in case you haven’t noticed I passed the trials. I’m officially part of the 302nd airborne division.” Sweetie nuzzled her cheek. “Congratulations, that’s so awesome!” “The training was a bitch, but once I got past basic everything was downhill from there. Take a look at my cutie mark.” Sweetie took a look at her fillyfriend’s flank. Sure enough there was a large purple lightning bolt with a yellow cloud above it. Crisscrossing the cloud were orange streaks. While Applebloom and Sweetie had gotten their cutie marks about three months ago, Scootaloo still had yet to earn hers. It was a point of contention for the pegasus mare, but whenever she felt down about it, Sweetie was there to cheer her up. “So what exactly does it mean?” “I found out that I’m pretty good with manipulating weather, so much so that I can weaponize it. The guard found out and decided to put me on one of the airborne weather squads. I still can’t fly very fast but my wings grew quite a bit from the training so I’m more of an endurance flier.” “I’m so happy for you Scooty, but if you don’t mind I have a favor to ask.” “Sure, anything you want Sweets.” “My performance is in two week and I’d be really grateful if you could come.” “Think nothing of it. I wouldn’t miss it for all the bits in Equestria.” “Good, I’ll get you a seat in the first row!” “Sweetie Belle, I’m really sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. I’ve been a terrible marefriend, never being there for you. Training has been so time-consuming as of late and…” Scootaloo was interrupted by a pair of soft white lips, as Sweetie gave her a gentle kiss. The guard mare slumped to the ground, her entire train of thought derailed. Once she got over the shock, Sweetie caressed her cheek with her hoof. “I know and I’ve been busy too. We’ve known each other for years now Scootaloo. A month of separation isn’t going to change my feelings for you. You know…I have been feeling rather lonely. Maybe a big, strong guard could sweep me off my hooves…” Scootaloo grinned. “I might just be able to help you with that miss.” “Before we do anything Scooty, there’s a spell I’d like to try out.” “What kinda spell are we talking about?” Sweetie shuffled her hooves. “It’s sort of an obscure one, one that Princess Luna taught me.” “The princess taught it to you? Isn’t your sister pretty good with magic, why didn’t she teach it to you?” “The spell is well…it’s…a bit embarrassing, and intimate.” “But not embarrassing enough to go to one of the monarchs of Equestria.” “P-princess Luna knows…things, naughty…things.” Scootaloo laughed. “Well duh, she’s the mistress of the night everypony knows that!” “Just p-promise me you won’t laugh.” “Fine, I won’t guard’s honor.” Sweetie Belle’s horn ignited in a pink aura, as it began to envelop her entire body. She levitated about half a meter off the floor, as a strange sent filled the room. It was not entirely unpleasant but it reminded Scootaloo of what the barracks smelled like but mixed with an indescribable fruity undertone. It could only be described as Sweetie’s scent, but somehow…different. A bright pink flash brightened the room as Sweetie gently floated to the ground. She looked up at Scootaloo with a slightly embarrassed expression. “Was that spell you were talking about? Other than making the room smell a little, I don’t see any difference. What’s so embarrassing about that?” Sweetie shifted her legs slightly. “Oh…well yes the smell has to do with the…transformation.” “Transformation…what the hay are you talking about?” Rather than say anything else, Sweetie gingerly opened up her legs, allowing Scootaloo to have a good look. Scootaloo nearly gasped at the sight that greeted her. Sweetie had managed to give herself a fully grown, anatomically accurate stallion-hood. It stood at full mast in all of its pearly white glory. Scootaloo approached the throbbing appendage slowly massaging the shaft. Sweetie moaned quietly at the ministrations. “I have to say Sweets, it’s quite impressive, and it seems to be just as sensitive as the real thing.” Sweetie blushed. “S-so do you like it?” Scootaloo kissed the head. “I love it. Just for the record, I’m really glad you decided to do this, love ya Sweets.” Sweetie grabbed her lover and planted a deep kiss upon her lips. “I was afraid you would hate it, since you don’t like stallions very much.” “Maybe…but it isn’t a stallion I’m with right now.” Lowering her head, Scootaloo kissed Sweetie’s balls eliciting a high pitched squeak. Sweetie in turn started to nibble the base of Scootaloo’s left wing. The pegasus shuddered in delight, concentrating on Sweetie’s chest instead. She found two perky nipples to greet her, she suckled on one letting go of it a few seconds later with a slight pop. Sweetie Belle’s near white coat did little to conceal her flushed skin, when Scootaloo began to rub her own chest against it. Scootaloo sighed in delight, noticing how soft her lover’s coat was; after all she had just gotten out of the shower. Sweetie positioned herself so she was underneath her lover’s marehood, while Scootaloo started sucking her cock. Sweetie stuck out her tongue and swirled it in a circles inside Scootaloo’s tight folds. Scootaloo gasped hard, her legs beginning to shake as the electric wave of an orgasm hit her full force. She bucked her hips towards Sweetie’s face as a warm stream of cum was released. Sweetie savored the taste of her lover as she nibbled Scootaloo’s clit. Scootaloo, feeling nearly exhausted but wanting to satisfy her mare, increased the pace of her ministrations. She was rewarded when she felt Sweetie’s head begin to flare. With a primal cry of ecstasy Sweetie unloaded herself into Scootaloo’s mouth. Scootaloo pulled away with a satisfied swallow, enjoying the cum’s slightly fruity taste. “Sweets…that was amazing.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but umm...I still have a bit of a problem.” “What are you talking about?” “The enchantment sort of makes me have more stamina than normal. So if it’s ok with you can we have another go?” “Ha! Sure thing Sweets, I haven’t gotten any tail in over a month so I’m pent up anyway.” Sweetie Belle levitated Scootaloo in the air and flipped her over onto the bed. The unicorn propped herself up, placing weight onto her legs. She caressed Scootaloo’s flank with one hoof while gently tugging on her tail with the other. This action served to relax the pegasus for what Sweetie was about to do. “Scooty are you ready?” Instead of a verbal reply, Scootaloo lifted her tail and shifted her rump towards Sweetie. The guard mare then gave a wink. Sweetie grabbed hold of her magically endowed shaft, sliding it in gently as not to hurt her marefriend. Scootlaoo was already plenty wet, thus making the process less painful. Sweetie began to thrust back and forth at a mechanical pace, leading gently and finishing off with more force. Princess Luna had been the one to teach Sweetie the basics of penetration. At first she was shocked and embarrassed to be learning the finer points of magically enhanced sex, but Luna had been very understanding throughout the entire ordeal. To say that the unicorn had been clumsy during her first attempts with her new appendage was a vast understatement. The princess herself had used her own magical appendage on Sweetie, both as a means of instruction and pleasure as well. In the end Sweetie Belle hadn’t regretted it, noticing the warm smile on Scootaloo’s face. Sweetie could feel the muscular walls of her lover, tightening around her. She too was very close to climaxing. With one final thrust she gave Scootaloo all she had, both of their bodies shuddered with pleasure as they reached a mutual orgasm. They pulled away from each other slowly, panting from the exertion. Sweetie wrapped her arms around the pegasus snuggling her soft, orange coat. They shared a light, but heartfelt kiss before falling asleep. Never had the both of them felt so connected, so loved. Mintaka, Capitol City of Minos The train heaved into the station with a hiss of steam, grinding its wheels to a stop. The resulting noises woke Trixie up from her slumber. She found that she was still laying on Hoity’s lap, but the stallion himself was quietly reading a book. Trixie grinned sheepishly, pulling her head away from his lap. Hoity merely shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. “Good morning Trixie, I take it you slept well?” “Oh…well yes I did in fact. About last night, I hope what I did wasn’t inappropriate.” “In my opinion, what you did was a long overdue. You just needed a friend to offer you some comfort, and there is nothing wrong with that. It’s good that you’re awake, we’ve arrived in Mintaka.” “Mintaka?” “Yes, it’s the capitol of the newly formed UTR. Most ponies still call it Minos.” “What in the hay is the UTR, and why haven’t I ever heard of it?” Hoity face-hoofed. “Ah right, my mistake you’re not familiar with foreign affairs. The UTR stands for the Union of Taurian Republics. Minos used to be a divided country, ruled by collection of competing city-states. Just recently a general from one of the larger states led a coup d'état against his prince and decided to go to war, placing the rest of the states under his rule. Needless to say he was successful.” “So what exactly is this general, is he like a prince or something?” “Oh heavens no, from what I heard he’s some sort of chairman. He implemented a new kind of governing style…I believe it was called communism. If you don’t count the Diamond Republic, then most of the nations on this planet are monarchies. I don’t believe Princess Celestia has officially sent over an envoy yet. I fear it may be because she doesn’t trust this new government.” “Why would Celestia or anypony else be afraid of them?” “It’s the ideology they’re afraid of Trixie. Communism is a form of government that gives most of its political power to the citizens, not the ruling elite. It essentially abolishes class distinctions. If any of the other nations got wind of it, then I fear there may be either civil war or rebellion.” “I don’t know Hoity, that doesn’t seem so bad to me.” “Yes, perhaps it doesn’t in theory but I suspect it is very different in practice.” As the duo stepped off of the train they were met by a large, black coated minotaur wearing a light gray military uniform. His hair was equally as black but was cropped near to the skull. Two guards carrying rifles accompanied him on both sides. The minotaur waved to Hoity as he approached. “Greetings Mr. Toity, Chairman Silverhide sends his regards. My name is Colonel Tyco, and I am the official military attaché who will be accompanying you to the dig site.” Hoity extended his hoof. “A pleasure to meet you sir. Now, how may I ask are we going to get to the dig site?” Tyco laughed. “By car of course!” Tyco motioned to a strange black colored craft that was sitting near the station. It appeared to be made of stamped metal, with rivets holding it together. The top was open to the air, but it seemed to have a retractable roof. What appeared to be three train wheels adorned both sides, connected together by a metallic tread. The two guards opened the side doors, allowing Trixie and Hoity to sit inside. Tyco sat next to the driver. Hoity touched the door. “My word Colonel, I’ve never seen such a contraption.” “She’s the pinnacle of Taurian technology Mr. Toity. The engine runs on pure steam, it has a water tank in the back. It’s great for traveling over long distances and rough terrain.” Trixie nudged Hoity. “What are those strange sticks they’re carrying?” “I believe those are called rifles. Some kind of projectile weapon, almost like a crossbow. It fires a metal slug, propelled by a small explosion. Quite ingenious if I do say so myself.” “Why would they need to make something like that?” “You see Trixie; minotaurs can’t harness magic so they’ve had to rely on wit alone to accomplish their needs. Also, they’ve been a somewhat isolated nation over the centuries so it was natural that they developed their technology independently.” “You two should get comfortable; it will take us several hours to reach the site.”
Chapter 4Chapter 4 Dig Site: 200km west of Mintaka, UTR The car pulled up to a large excavation pit dug near the side of granite colored mountain. The UTR was a mountainous nation and as such it’s cites were far apart from each other, connected by rail lines. The region had very little cultivatable land and densely packed cities, making the rest of the country a mixture of craggy mountains, plains and desert. Such conditions made the minotaurs a hardy, shrewd and crafty sort of people. The workers attending the dig site were surprisingly varied. A mixture of diamond dogs, minotaurs and a few earth ponies all suited for heavy labor. The entire pit was overseen by a contingent of rifle toting UTR soldiers. Col. Tyco signaled a petty officer over to the car. One of the guards opened the door letting Hoity and Trixie out. The petty officer saluted. “Comrade Colonel Tyco what do you require?” “Are my quarters set up yet sergeant?” “Yes, sir as you requested sir.” “Excellent. Would you mind telling the cook to whip up some refreshments for our guests? They aren’t used to the harsh climate around here.” “Right away sir. The usual for you as well sir?” “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind. Keep up the good work.” The slightly smaller minotaur sergeant trotted off to a large red tent, while Tyco led the two ponies to a larger grey tent nearby. The inside of the tent was surprisingly cooler than the outside. Hoity noted that there were some cooling fans suspended on poles, circulating the air. A small wooden table with four metal chairs sat in the middle of the room. Tyco unfurled a map and laid it flat on top of the table. He waved his hand for the ponies to take a seat. “Here we are Mr. Toity, dig site 5409. What you saw down in the pit was two months’ worth of excavation work. The only reason we knew anything was here, was because a traveling band of nomads found some pottery shards nearby. From what I can tell, the building down there was built right into the mountain. It seems to be some kind of temple or crypt, I don’t really know.” Hoity cleared his throat. “Your workers haven’t unsealed the door yet, have they?” “Of course not. We have no idea what kind of traps might be lurking behind it.” “Good, you seemed to have disciplined your workers well.” “Yes, well the pay is good and it also helps that we have armed guards on the premise.” The sergeant returned with a plate full of assorted pastries and three glasses of lemonade. Trixie nearly gulped hers down, while Hoity nursed his. Tyco shot him an inquisitive look, Hoity replying with a shrug. Tyco bellowed with laughter. “Be careful Ms. Trixie, if you drink that too fast you’ll choke.” Finding herself the center of attention, Trixie let out a sharp squeak while her cheeks flushed red. She finished the rest of her drink with a careful slurp and set the glass down on the table. “Hehe sorry, I was really thirsty.” “It’s not a problem. I know that you ponies aren’t used to the heat.” Hoity took a look at the map. “Colonel, it says here in the margin that the door might possibly be enchanted?” “Yeah, we had a team of unicorns come in about a week ago to take a look at it. They said it was a magical lock of some sort. I’d use an explosive charge to open it, but we have no idea what’s in there or how thick the wall is. The safe bet would be to try using magic first.” “Trixie is an accomplished magician, I’m confident she’ll be able to get it open.” “Mr. Toity, I think it would be best if only you and Ms. Trixie enter the ruins. I’ll keep some guards posted outside, but I don’t think we’d be of much use to either of you.” “Agreed. I appreciate that you’ve been so accommodating Colonel, but you are correct. I’ve been exploring ruins for years and Trixie can ward of all sorts of danger with her magic.” Colonel Tyco led the two ponies to the bottom of the excavation pit. Before them were a pair of large alabaster doors that seemed to have been carved from the very foundations of the mountain itself. They were adorned with carvings of minotaurs, pegasai, unicorns and even a few changelings. The door’s most interesting feature was the large eye in the center. The eye was inlaid with gold and had a small hole in the middle. Trixie could feel the door radiating with magic, it felt ancient, and unlike any she had felt previously. She scanned the door trying to find any hexes or traps but found that there was only a single sealing spell. While it was only a sealing spell, it was an extremely complicated one. Whoever had made the spell wanted nothing to get in or out. Trixie was about to use a spell to try and unlock it, when Hoity gently put his hoof on her shoulder. “Hold on Trixie, I think there might be some writing on the door. It looks like an ancient dialect of…Taurian? I studied this particular subset years ago. It says: Inside these hallowed walls lies the essence of our lady. A warning to all who seek our lady’s wisdom, the guardian awaits to judge your trial. Those who wish to enter need only humble themselves and channel the power of life.” “Hoity what does all that mean?” “Excuse me Trixie, not now I’m trying to figure this out. Hmm this lock seems a bit familiar. Now where have I seen this before? OF COURSE! This looks similar to the vault that houses the elements in Canterlot.” “What does that have to do with anything…?” “Trixie I want you to listen very carefully, do exactly as I say. Go up to the lock and place your horn inside. Once you’ve done that, concentrate some magic into your horn.” Trixie trotted up to the door, sliding her horn into the slot. She kept going until she heard a sharp click. With her eyes closed she concentrated some magic into her horn. Trixie could feel the lock resonating, mixing its own arcane magic with hers. The doors began to glow a shade of pale blue, opening with a loud hiss. Those standing in front of the doors were assaulted by a wave of ambient magic and stale air. Once the dust settled, Trixie sat on the ground panting in exhaustion. “That…was…intense.” “Trixie are you going to be alright?” Trixie took a deep breath. “I-I think so, just give me a moment. Opening that door was…like having a part of me ripped away. I’m not really sure you would understand Hoity.” “Alas I am but a mere earthpony, but take as much time as you need to rest. You’re going to need every ounce of strength you can muster.” Once Trixie regained her strength the pair made their way into the ruins. One would assume that a structure as old as this one would have been completely dark inside, but such was not the case. The entire building lit up with eerie blue flames originating from sliver torches lined against the walls. Trixie suspected that they must have been enchanted, only to activate when living creatures came near them. Hoity in the meantime was admiring the beautifully preserved frescos lining the walls. Many of them depicted minotaurs from various walks of life such as farmers, nobles and artisans. One common theme seemed to bind all of them together; a large golden eye hovered above, raining golden beams of light. Trixie seemed to notice the reoccurring motif as well, stroking her chin in contemplation. She was also wondering why they hadn’t run into any traps yet. Her thought process was interrupted when she slammed into yet another door. Rubbing her nose, she observed that the door was black colored likely made from some type of granite or obsidian. The golden eye was on this door as well but there was no keyhole, there was however a rune underneath the door. “Hoity did you happen to notice that strange eye symbol everywhere? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” “Ah yes, I noticed it as well. I believe it’s a symbol of some ancient religion, predating even Luna and Celestia. I’ve only ever seen such a symbol in a few ruins near Gryphania. They were positively ancient, dating back at least eleven thousand years. If the same symbol exists here, then we might have stumbled upon something extraordinary.” “There’s another door, but I can’t seem to find a way to open it. It doesn’t have a keyhole, but there is a rune do you think that might open it?” Hoity shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. Perhaps you could try activating your magic while standing on the rune.” “Alright, I’ll give it a try.” Trixie stood on top of the rune, it began to glow a faint green tint once her entire body was inside of it. Swallowing hard, she allowed magic to flow around her body and into the ground below. The rune responded by glowing even brighter. They eye on the door also lit up in response, however it did not open. Trixie stepped off the rune, confused as to why it did not yield to her. The ground shook almost as if in response to her thoughts. A few moments later the quaking stopped accompanied by a loud grinding noise, sounding like stone moving against stone. Trixie let out a yelp of terror, falling flat on her rump as she observed a hulking stone golem standing near the door. Its eyes glowed red, as if made from rubies. The golem’s body was made of dark colored granite and took the form of a minotaur. It appeared to be at least ten meters tall, wielding a large metal axe. The golem made a snorting noise and glared at Trixie. It just stood there doing nothing more than observing. Without warning its eyes glowed brighter as a wave of magic spread across the room. Trixie and Hoity flinched, but found that they were unharmed. Both ponies were surprised when the golem spoke in a deep, gravelly voice. “Hail ponies. Is it the treasure that you seek?” Trixie paled. “Um…yes we wish to enter that room.” “I am its guardian. For thousands of years have I stood vigil, only allowing those worthy past this door. Flee now if you lack to courage to continue, otherwise prepare for my test.” Hoity stepped forward. “Honorable guardian, we accept your test. Name your terms.” The golem gave a slight bow. “As you wish earthen one. You need only defeat me in combat; either one or both of you may participate. It matters not how you choose to fight, victory is the only condition.” “Trixie ready your magic, this will be a difficult fight. I’ll try and distract him while you cast the spells.” The golem slammed his giant axe into the ground where Hoity had been standing just moments before. It left a sizable gouge in what had to have been solid granite. Thanking Celestia for having quick reflexes, Hoity ran to the other side of the room finding an ancient spear mounted on the wall. He grabbed it in his teeth, signaling Trixie to start conjuring. With a metallic grunt the golem lumbered towards Hoity, raising it’s for another swing. Before it could connect, Trixie fired a sapphire blast of magic at the golem’s leg. Rather than cry out in pain it merely turned its head around to find the offending source of magic. The golem turned around and with a surprising amount of speed, hurtled a stony fist at Trixie. The magical mare quickly erected a barrier spell to take the brunt of the punch. The barrier succeeded but was dissolved only a second afterward. She staggered back a few steps, trying to recover from the fierce blow. Trixie’s eyes shrank to pinpricks when she noticed that Hoity had used the distraction to climb up on top of the golem’s back. Screwing her eyes in concentration, Trixie unleashed another savage blast, but this time it hit the golem straight in the chest. The mechanical monster nearly fell over backwards from the blow. While not taken out of the fight, the blast had done quite a bit of damage to the golem’s chest. A circular scorch mark was now visible on the monster’s chest. Trixie surmised that it was at least a few centimeters deep, this meant that the golem could be hurt with magic. The showmare’s victory was short-lived, as the creature swung its axe once again. Trixie teleported just before it could connect, however this time the axe buried itself into a column. The golem struggled to dislodge the axe; while it was distracted Hoity jammed the spear into one of its eyes. The guardian let out a deep groaning noise as its eye socket began to erupt in ruby colored sparks. With as much strength as she could muster, Trixie concentrated as much magic as she could into her horn. Her eyes began to glow a soft shade of white as she unleashed a stream of fire out of her horn straight at the golem’s chest. She had aimed the beam precisely at the spot where she hit before, hoping it would serve to cripple the guardian. The stream hit its mark and within moments the golem’s chest became molten slag while flames erupted out of its back. The golem fell to the ground, screaming in primal terror. Hoity took the opportunity to hop onto the golem’s shoulder, and with roar of his own he kicked the monster’s head as hard as he could. If Hoity had been a pegasus or a unicorn the kick would have done little damage, but he had earthpony magic on his side. The kick completely obliterated the entire right side of the golem’s head, bringing it crashing down on to the floor. Trixie let out a squeal of joy, running over to Hoity and crushing him with a hug. After a few seconds she realized what she had done and quickly let go with a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. Hoity collapsed on the ground trying to recover his strength. “Excellent job Trixie, we showed that golem whose boss.” “Yeah we certainly did, but I had no idea you could kick that hard. That was solid granite!” “One of the perks of being an earthpony I suppose. Anyway, are you alright? You look positively exhausted.” “I just need a few minutes to catch my breath. I don’t usually cast so many powerful spells in such a short period of time. I’m not Twilight Sparkle after all…” “Point taken, dear. Now how in blazes are we supposed to open the door?” The golem’s body began to shudder as it became enveloped in a ruby red glow of magic. In a single bright flash the magic transferred itself to the door. Hoity and Trixie heard a loud click and then the door slowly opened, revealing a rather tiny room. The interior of the room was remarkably plain, with no decorations of any kind. The only thing inside was a silver pedestal with a small, spherical object sitting on top of it. Hoity trotted up to the pedestal with a huge grin on his face. The object was a solid gold eyeball with a diamond serving as the iris, and a small piece of onyx as the pupil. It was shaped like a slit, like one would find with dragons. Hoity licked his lips. “Finally after all these years, IT’S MINE!” The sound of hooves clacking against stone interrupted Hoity’s moment of triumph. He turned around to see what could possibly be disturbing him. His jaw dropped when he saw Colonel Tyco and an entire contingent of guards standing behind him. Tyco snapped his finger and the guards pointed their rifles at the two ponies. “Mr. Toity I’m afraid I can’t let you leave with that.” “Colonel what is the meaning of this?!” Hoity growled. Tyco waggled his finger. “Chairman Silverhide has commanded me to have that wretched thing destroyed. It is far too dangerous to remain intact. You see Mr. Toity; our people have decided to discard magic from our lives. The age of fear and superstition is over. That relic you hold in your hoof is part of that long, lost age. It impedes progress, and besides I can’t let you filthy Equestrians get your grubby little hooves on such powerful magic.” “How dare you! I have worked far too long to obtain this relic. How can you betray me like this, even after I spent millions of bits on your little revolution? Is this how I am to be paid back, with a knife in the back?” Tyco chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it’s true that we couldn’t have raised enough arms to start the revolution without your generous contribution. However, this is an entirely different matter. Normally I wouldn’t have even offered you a chance to surrender and spare your lives, the reason I do so is because of what you gave to my people. Now, surrender peacefully and go back to your estate.” “I will do no such thing! You have no idea what this relic means; to destroy it would be a tragedy against life itself. Not even being dragged through the depths of Tartarus would make give this up. Do your worst!” “Hmm I see that you have a strong will. Perhaps if I cannot break you, then I shall take out my frustration on your…companion?” “Wait…you mean Trixie. No, leave her out of this. I only hired her to help me obtain the eye. She has nothing to do with our conflict.” Tyco walked over to Trixie and pulled out a silver colored revolver, pointing it at her. “Life’s a bitch. Give me the eye or she dies, plain and simple.” Hoity grit his teeth. “I…don’t…” “You have three seconds Mr. Toity. ONE…TWO…THREE!” A loud shot rang in the small stone chamber. Hoity looked on in horror as he saw Trixie lying on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. She had been shot in the chest; the blow wasn’t immediately fatal so she was still conscious struggling to breathe with labored gulps of air. “Guards seize the eye and put this…whelp out of his misery. See you in Tartarus Mr. Toity.” Hoity cradled Trixie withering form in his arms. “Trixie…just hang on I’ll get you to a hospital and everything will be ok.” “Hoity I feel so tired. Yes sleep…would be so…wonderful.” Hot tears stung Hoity’s eyes, as he fought to control his anger. With a primal howl of rage he let out all of his hatred and anguish, both at himself and the world. His cry thundered across the room, momentarily stunning all of the guards. They couldn’t believe such a sound could come from a pony. Little did they know how right they were. Hoity’s irises pulsed with magical energy and became completely green. Tendrils of dark magic leaked out from the sides of his eyes, while the black colored aura surrounded his body. A transformation was about to begin. The first thing to change was his teeth. Gone were the flat, dull teeth of a herbivore in their place grew sharpened canines. The bones in his body began to snap and pop as they grew in length. A pair of leathery bat wings erupted from his back. Fore hooves transformed into five digited razor sharp claws. The guards looked on in horror at the monstrosity that stood before them. It was five meters tall, with a wingspan that could rival Princess Celestia’s. The fur on its body was oddly the same dark grey it had been before as well retaining its swirled black and white mane. The creature was bipedal standing on two large hooves, not unlike a minotaur. Its entire body was clad with taunt, rippling muscles no doubt meant to tear victims apart. The worst part was the eyes. They were large red, pools of death. Gone were the circular pupils of a pony, replaced by draconian slits. The creature spoke in a deep, rumbling tone almost akin to a dragon. “I will rend your flesh from bone, mortals. Consider this an honor, I haven’t taken my beast form in centuries. I shall enjoy this.” Tyco fired his revolver at the beast. “Fire at will you fools! Kill it before it gets any closer!” A barrage of bullets flew through the air, some bullets ricocheted off of the stone walls, creating sparks. Other bullets, however found their mark. The beast staggered for just a moment, then its eyes flashed red. The creature had indeed been hit by several bullets, but they appeared to be lodged in its torso. The bullets wedged themselves out clattering against the floor. Hoity bellowed with laugher. “You think mortal weapons can kill me? Nice try, but now it’s my turn.” Hoity flapped his powerful wings, launching himself at a group of ten soldiers. Grabbing two of them by the neck he tossed them into a nearby column, snapping their spines. One soldier tried to club him with the butt of his rifle, however it was intercepted by Hoity’s jaws clamping down on it. The rifle broke in half, leaving the soldier defenseless. Hoity grinned, then tore open the poor soldier’s neck, spraying dark red blood all over the floor. A few soldiers dropped their guns trying to flee for their lives. Upon seeing this, Hoity threw some loose pieces of granite at them. They barely made it to the door before their skulls were crushed by the flying projectiles. All that was left was Tyco. He crawled across the floor towards a wall, still clutching his revolver. As Hoity lumbered towards him, he fired his remaining four shots into Hoity’s chest but it was useless. Hoity licked one of his claws. “Any last words mortal?” “You killed all of them! All of my men. Its freaks like you that made my people cowardly ball-lickers. I won’t give you the satisfaction demon, I am not afraid.” “You should be. I am far more ancient and power than you could possibly imagine. You could have avoided this, you could have just given me the eye. But…no you chose to be difficult. Now, you must suffer.” Hoity grabbed Tyco by the waist and tore him in half, tossing the pieces across the room. He walked over to Trixie, noticing that she had lost a considerable amount of blood. It was a long shot, but he would try and save her. Putting on the gentlest smile he could muster he ran his fingers through her mane, in an attempt to calm the dying mare. Trixie felt cold, so very cold. She barely had the energy to even breathe. Maybe it was her eyes playing tricks on her, maybe it was the loss of so much blood but she swore she saw a monster walking towards her. It was fearsome yes, but it looked at her with sadness not anger. Trixie was surprised when the beast started to stroke her mane. She offered a weak smile before surrendering herself to sweet oblivion.
Chapter 5Chapter 5 Arboreal Forest, location unknown The air was filled with the calls of crickets and the occasional howling of wolves. Luna’s moon hovered proudly in the sky, bathing its denizens in pale light. A creature, no not quite a creature…yes more like a huntress for she was hungry, prowled the night. She sniffed the air trying to gauge her surroundings, searching for her next meal. As she drew breath, tendrils of vapor escaped her mouth in angry puffs. A musky scent filled her nostrils, the smell of prey. All she desired was to sink her teeth into juicy, bloody flesh. Just thinking about it made her body quake with anticipation. The prey was unaware of the huntress’s presence. It just stood there grazing in a small clearing, surrounded by tall evergreen trees. It was a beautiful white stag; if it weren’t on the menu the huntress would have almost found it an astonishing sight to behold. The forest floor was littered with old pine needles and plants in various states of decay, much to the annoyance of the huntress. She accidently stepped on a particularly dry and crunchy twig, alerting the grazing prey. The stag’s ears immediately perked up as he scanned the surrounding area for threats. Seeing none, he slowly but cautiously began to graze once more. Carefully she bided her time, keeping her body low to the ground, creeping ever closer to her meal. For one fleeting moment the stag stared at the huntress, it was almost as if he knew she was there. With a powerful yet graceful leap the huntress used her claws to dig into the hapless herbivore rending flesh and bone. She reveled in the smell of blood and the taste of warm, fresh meat. Having gorged herself she sought to find a source of water to cleanse the blood and gore now covering her face. She found a small pond and proceeded to dunk her head in its waters. After shaking her head to dry it, she looked into the pond and saw her reflection. A cerulean furred muzzle full of sharp teeth and eyes that glowed like rubies stared back at her. She screamed, louder than she ever had in her entire life. Trixie awoke covered in sweat, shrieking like a dying animal. At some point she had been placed in a sleeping bag. From what she could tell it was night time and directly across from her a roaring fire kept at bay the chilly evening air. She felt weak almost as if she had ran a hundred kilometers non-stop. While she was trying to get her bearings, Hoity trotted over with a canteen filled with water. He gently put a hoof around Trixie’s head so she could drink of water. The mare downed the water greedily, to quench her vast thirst. “Slow down, you don’t want to choke.” “Where…where am I and what happened?” “We’re camped out in the plains, about two kilometers from the dig site. I had to carry you here because you were in rough shape after what happened.” “I-I don’t understand the last thing I remember was when I…got shot. Everything went black after that. I thought I died.” Hoity chuckled. “Yes you almost did, fortunately I was around to prevent that.” “But I was shot in the neck there’s no way I could have survived and there should be a wound but my neck is fine.” “That’s precisely why I need to have a talk with you. I had to make a difficult decision and what I did; you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life Trixie.” Hoity fished out a small pocket mirror from a satchel lying near the fire. He handed it to Trixie and she saw her own reflect within. She seemed to look normal with the exception of her eyes. Instead of their original violet, they were the same deep red that Hoity’s were. She very nearly dropped the mirror in shock. “My eyes, what happened to my eyes?!” “Red eyes are the mark of a vampony, my dear. You best get used to them because they will stay that way for the rest of your life.” “Hoity…you can’t be serious. A vampony?” “I’m afraid I’m quite serious. This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you about what I am; in fact I really hadn’t planned on telling you at all. However, the circumstances have changed. When Tyco shot you, it was a fatal wound. You would have bled out if I hadn’t given you…the gift.” Trixie slumped over on the verge of tears. She was tired and very confused. All she wanted right now was some sense of normalcy to her chaotic life. Sensing her distress Hoity ran his hoof through her mane, in a gesture of comfort. He was surprised when she didn’t resist. “You see Trixie, I’m a vampony myself and an ancient one at that. I have given very few ponies the gift and normally I hide my true nature from the world around me. When a vampony willing gives his blood and magic to another, the recipient inherits the gift. It was the only way to save you from death.” A few tears ran down Trixie’s cheeks. “So…I’m a monster now?” “You are only a monster if you choose to be. Besides with enough training you can suppress your beastly urges.” “Is that why I had that strange dream?” “Yes, we vamponies can transform into our beast form. It gives you bat wings, claws and sharp teeth for tearing your foes asunder. The dream you had was your beast aspect reaching out to you, an urge to kill and hunt if you will. It can turn lesser ponies into feral beasts, but it can be controlled with a proper amount of training.” “I thought that vamponies drank blood and had fangs, like changelings. What about the whole sun thing, are we going to burn up if stay in it?” “No, nothing like that. Over the centuries the true nature of vamponies has be greatly exaggerated and misunderstood. This is because we are a reclusive lot; it is to prevent panic amongst the public. The only thing that sets us apart from normal ponies is our eyes. Only vamponies have red eyes. We do not drink blood, but we can eat meat. The sun does not harm us any more than any normal pony. The fangs do not appear until you have transformed.” “I still do not understand why I’m alive, even if I’m a vampony.” “Vamponies have extreme healing abilities; as such it easily can heal the most grievous of wounds. It was the only way to stop the bleeding. For what it’s worth Trixie, I’m sorry that I had to do this to you. If there was any other way, I would have tried it in a heartbeat.” Trixie looked at Hoity with a sad smile. “I know you tried your best to save me and honestly I’m touched that you would go that far to save my life. Still, I’m a bit nervous about this whole situation.” “Trust me, you’ll get used to it…just takes some time that’s all. Here eat some of this stew; it’ll help you regain some of your strength. Loosing so much blood really takes it out of you.” The bowl of dark brown stew that Hoity gave Trixie smelled wonderful. The mare ate a few spoon-fulls, finding it had a strange but delicious flavor. Almost instantaneously it warmed her up and she felt a lot more energetic. “Hoity this stew is amazing, what’s in it?” “Oh it’s just a little something I whipped up from our food supplies…along with a few improvised ingredients.” “Improvised ingredients?” “Umm yes it has potatoes, carrots and a bit of minotaur meat to give it some protein.” Trixie’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks. “You mean I just…ate meat?” “Well of course you just ate meat, you’re a vampony now. As I stated before, we can digest animal proteins.” “Why didn’t you tell me before I ate it…I think I’m gonna be sick.” Hoity rubbed his temples. “Because you wouldn’t have eaten it if I told you what it was. Trixie I know that this is going to be a difficult transition but some things you are just going to have to accept. Eating meat is one of those things.” Trixie scrunched up her nose. “Fine, I understand. Life altering events aside, how are we going to get out of here? We’re pretty far from Mintaka and we would die of exhaustion before we get there and then there’s the heat…” “True and we can’t forget that the UTR considers us enemies of the state. Since I killed Tyco and his soldiers they’ll send more units to investigate and in the condition you’re in, fighting them off isn’t really an option. There is a way we can get back to Equestria but I’m going to have to use my magic.” “Magic? That’s impossible, you’re an earth pony.” “Oh I’m not talking about normal unicorn magic my dear. We need dark magic.” Trixie felt the pit of her stomach go cold. “Dark…magic?” “Indeed. Dark magic is a long forgotten arcane art. It can be used by anypony no matter what they are be it a unicorn, pegasus or earthpony. You see unlike normal magic, dark magic doesn’t need a horn to be channeled. It’s a lot like how the pegasai can manipulate weather or how earthponies can sometimes move earth and stone. Dark magic uses the very depths of space to draw its power…it is limitless.” “If that’s true then why can’t I cast it?” “You could cast dark magic, but you would need to know how to call upon it. Like normal magic it is affected by the will of the user, but it also draws strength from emotions. The greater the emotion, the stronger the casting. Unfortunately it is most powerful when the user opens themselves to negative emotions.” “I see that is…unfortunate.” Hoity sighed. “I should have known. Celestia has made her subjects soft over the centuries. I’ll teach you how to use it later but for now you need to prepare yourself.” “Prepare myself for what exactly?” “I’m going to cast a spell to teleport us back to Canterlot, more specifically my mansion. This requires a vast amount of concentration and magic on my part. Since I just infused part of my magic into your body, you’ll feel some rather unpleasant side effects.” Trixie’s eyes widened. “I-I won’t get hurt right?” “I can’t promise you that Trixie, I’m sorry. When dark magic is cast it tends to affect the emotional state of the living creatures nearby. Once we get back to Canterlot, you’re going to start feeling some pretty heavy emotions such as: lust, angry, jealousy and maybe even fear. It is in essence emotional feed-back from such a large expulsion of magic. I just want you to be prepared, that’s all.” “What about you Hoity? Will you be ok?” “I’ll be fine; after all I’ve been using dark magic for ages. If things do get out of control, then I’ll be there to help you get through it. I promise. Please…trust me.” Trixie took hold of Hoity’s hoof. “Ok let’s just get this over with.” Carousel Boutique, Ponyville Iron Cross knocked on the door to the shop hoping he would find Rarity. Out of all of his equine friends he figured that she would be the best one to ask for advice. He was never very good at buying gifts…especially those intended for the fairer sex. Rather than hearing Rarity’s sing-song voice he heard hooves clopping against the floor. The door swung open mere seconds later to revel a flustered looking, scarlet coated filly with a fiery orange mane. She stared at Iron with shiny cyan eyes. Upon her flank was a needle and a spool of thread. “Oh…umm hello sir can I help you?” “Why yes I was wondering if Rarity was available?” “Well about that you see…she went over to Ms. Fluttershy’s house about an hour ago. I’m just minding the shop for Ms. Rarity at the moment. My name’s Velvet Thread and I’m her new apprentice.” “Ah that’s good news a pleasure to meet you Ms. Thread. My name is Iron Cross.” Velvet looked at her hooves. “Y-you can just call me V-v-velvet if you want sir.” Iron laughed. “Alright Velvet it is! Just to be fair you can call me Iron. Good luck with the shop, hopefully Rarity doesn’t give you too much trouble.” “Umm, alright thank you. I hope you find her.” “Don’t worry one way or another, I’ll find that elusive mare.” Iron let out a huff of frustration, knowing that he had to journey the whole way across Ponyville just to get to Fluttershy’s cottage. Despite his annoyance he knew that it was a small price to pay in order to get the advice he sought. As he approached the cottage, Iron noticed that its door was blocked by Fluttershy’s white, fluffy guardian. Angel looked up at Iron crossing his arms, while thumping his foot against the ground. “So we meet again Rabbit. Of course, you want your payment.” Angel raised his eyebrow and put out his hand. Iron reached into his saddlebag pulling out a carrot. “Here you are my furry friend. Now, may I go in?” Swiping the carrot in front of him, Angel nodded and with a quick hop he opened the door for Iron. Iron made his way inside finding Fluttershy and Rarity snuggled up on the couch enjoying a cup of tea. Sighing mentally he tapped Rarity on the shoulder. “Hello ladies, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Rarity set her teacup aside. “Nonsense darling we were just enjoying each other’s company is all. Please have a seat.” “I went over to the boutique earlier and the only pony there was some filly named Velvet.” “Yes, I expect nothing less. She is my new apprentice, moved to Ponyville about two weeks ago. I agreed to let her live in the boutique, while she works for me since Sweetie lives in Manehatten now.” “Indeed she was very courteous to me, although she’s quite the shy little creature.” “Now, now Iron it’s not entirely her fault. She came from a rather rough neighborhood on the outskirts of Baltimare. In fact, when she first visited my boutique her mane looked like it had been through a hurricane. I couldn’t help but let her stay with me, but I was surprised to learn that she wanted to apply as my apprentice and what’s more is she is quite the able dress maker.” “I meant no disrespect, she just reminded me of Fluttershy is all.” Fluttershy giggled. “Um yes she does. Even I think so.” Rarity cleared her throat. “Naturally, being the element of generosity I couldn’t just leave her to rot out on the streets. And so what if she reminds me of you my love? I think it’s rather endearing.” Fluttershy nuzzled Rarity’s cheek. “Oh Rarity you know I wasn’t trying to be mean. I think it’s kind of…nice.” “Iron, darling what is the purpose of your visit? I know you didn’t come here just to enjoy sipping tea and swapping gossip.” Iron ran a hoof through his mane. “I came here to ask you for some advice Rarity.” “I truly am flattered that you came to me first darling, but you’re going to have to be more specific if you want my help.” “Right…I guess I could tell you but, I think showing you might explain things a lot better.” Iron reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a small black box. He pulled off the lid, revealing a gold hair pin with an apple shaped ruby in the middle. Two emeralds in the shape of leaves sprouted from the top of it. Rarity gasped and Fluttershy’s eyes began to water. “My…word Iron it’s beautiful.” “I got it a week ago from one of the finest jewelry shops in Canterlot. It really helps when you’re an Equestrian national hero. The jeweler insisted that I not pay for it, honestly I felt really bad about it but what can you do?” Fluttershy sniffed. “That’s so romantic; oh I know Applejack will love it!” “I certainly hope so. She doesn’t normally want pretty things like this but I wanted it to be special this time. The only problem is I have no idea when to ask her the umm…you know, the question.” Rarity gave Iron a quick hug. “Why do stallions always fret about such things? Applejack adores you darling; you have nothing to worry about.” “I know she does, but what if she’s not ready? She cares so much about that farm. I honestly can’t see her wanting to settle down. I’d still help her but…” Rarity stuck her hoof in his mouth. “Stop that talk this instant! You two already live together so why is that even an issue? Unless you mean...oh my word you want foals don’t you?” “Eventually I do. That’s what scares me Rarity. I’m not sure if she wants any.” Fluttershy hovered over to Iron and wrapped her wing around his torso. “It’s ok to be scared but even if Applejack says no the first time, she’ll say yes eventually. I know it and if she resists we’ll be there to talk some sense into her.” Rarity levitated a cup of tea towards Iron. “Here darling drink some of this, it’ll make you feel better. I got it imported from Zebrica. It’s a blend of rose petals and mother’s milk. Funny thing is Zecora insisted that I try some, said it would help me relax. Hopefully it shall do the same for you.” “Thank you, I appreciate the thought but coffee is my go to beverage.” “Ah yes you and Applejack certainly love your coffee. I can’t stand the stuff myself, it is far too bitter. However, I must insist that you drink it darling it would be a waste of perfectly good tea otherwise.” Taking a tentative sip, Iron found that the tea was surprisingly pleasant to drink. It’s not that he hated tea overall but it just wasn’t something he drank very often. The brew had a slight marshmallow flavor to it with hints of spiciness. Maybe he would make Applejack try some of this at some point. Oddly enough the tea had done the trick, he felt slightly more relaxed. “Girls, I have an idea but I’d like to run it by you first.” “Go on darling, we’re listening.” “Applebloom is going to have some time off in a few days. She said that she would take care of the chores around the farm during that time. Mac is usually busy helping Twilight but he said he could pitch in as well. This would give Applejack some free time. Time that I was hoping I could treat her to a nice dinner. Do either of you know a decent restaurant I could take her to?” Rarity’s eyes practically sparkled. “Oooohhh how romantic you’re going to propose after dinner! *squee* Never fear my good gentlecolt, for I know a few things about fine dining.” “Umm…Rarity I don’t mean to be a bother but I don’t think Applejack likes fancy restaurants.” “Hmm you may have point my love. Applejack may be a simple mare but I know she can be refined if she tries, why her cousins are the Oranges for Celestia’s sake! I know for certain that she stayed with them for a time.” Fluttershy rubbed her chin in thought. “That’s true…but what if she doesn’t want to dress up or style her hair? Oh I know she just hates that. What should we do?” “Leave the details to me love! I shall simply have to schedule a spa visit with her. On my honor she will see the light…even if it takes a bit of coercion.” Iron snorted. “Ugghh women, I’ll never truly understand their wiles.” “Hmm what was that darling?” “Oh Nothing, just contemplating the nature of the universe. “I see…well try not to strain yourself too hard, that’s bad for you complexion. Wrinkles are such a terrible thing to have!” “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Chapter 6Chapter 6 Golden Oaks Library, Ponyville Twilight awoke from her nap to the sound of rhythmic knocking. She was sure that her mane was a bit frazzled but otherwise she felt a lot better than before, thus improving her mood. Hurrying down the stairs the librarian gently opened the door with magic to reveal a lavender hued drake standing before her. Without hesitation she wrapped her fore hooves around Spike’s neck in a crushing embrace. “Oh Spike it’s so good to see you again!” Spike returned the hug with equal enthusiasm. “Heh, yeah I know it’s been a few months hasn’t it?” “Come on in Spike, I’ll brew up some tea. I bet you have some interesting tales to tell.” While Twilight was busy brewing tea in the kitchen Spike sat down on a couch right next to the fireplace. The drake twiddled his fingers, examining each claw in thought. Just four months prior he found out that his beloved Rarity was taken by another. Spike, was of course, heart-broken but it presented a unique opportunity. Coincidently it was also near the young dragon’s growth spurt and as such he felt that it was time to explore the world, a journey of self-exploration as well. Spike was no longer the diminutive hatchling he once was. He had grown considerably taller and more muscular. His travels took him out to Appleloosa, where he had worked on excavating an emerald mine. Many of the mining ponies admired him for the light he provided them using his flame and the draconic strength of his arms, used to hammer down the stony walls. Spike now stood a full head taller than Twilight, when he took upon his bipedal stance. Twilight trotted back into living room, levitating a tray with two tea cups and assorted snack cakes. She placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch and sat next to Spike. “I hope you don’t mind mint tea, it’s all I have left.” “Nah, I don’t mind Twilight. You weren’t expecting me to come back today, besides I haven’t had mint tea in forever!” Twilight nibbled on a snack cake. “How did everything go in Appleloosa?” “Pretty good, I guess. I spent about a month going around doing odd jobs, but then I found that a new mine had opened up and they were looking for workers.” “Well, I can certainly see that you put on some muscle. Hay, you might even give Mac a run for his bits.” Spike chuckled. “Mining will do that to ya. I was down there hacking rock for twelve hours a day. I made a lot of friends, mostly earth ponies though. Pegasai are scared to death of tight spaces and unicorns don’t have the stamina for it. Speaking of Mac, where is he?” “It’s a long story, but basically he’s out helping our new ‘friend’ get his bearings.” Spike sipped his tea. “You don’t sound too happy about it.” “Honestly, no Spike I’m not. His name’s Zog and apparently he used to share Pinkie’s body before he got separated from her when she was fighting Frostmere. I somehow released him, and now he’s got a body of his own.” “So…what is he exactly?” “Funny you should say that, I really have no idea. As far as I can tell he’s some kind of magical being with powers equivalent to Discord.” “Isn’t it a bit dangerous to let somepony like that run around Ponyville?” Twilight sighed. “As far as I can tell he isn’t exactly evil, but he does seem to be quite the prankster. I guess as long as he doesn’t hurt anypony, then it’s fine.” “Is Mac you know…umm living with you now?” “He visits often enough, but no he still lives at Sweet Apple Acres. Besides I’m not sure that the library is really built for a stallion his size. I guess if we get a house it’s going to have to be much bigger.” “Jeez Twilight ya act like you guys are already married or something.” Twilight blushed. “Oh no no no! That isn’t what I meant, I was just thinking ahead and…” “I’m kidding but seriously you don’t have to be ashamed of it. The both of you make a great couple.” “Thanks Spike that means a lot to me. Enough about me already! How about you, have you found your special somepony yet?” A thin frown formed on the drake’s mouth. “Not yet. Honestly I was so busy I didn’t really have the time to think about it.” Twilight put her hoof on Spike’s claw. “Don’t worry I’m sure there’s a mare out there for you. I know you’re upset that you couldn’t be with Rarity, but I think any mare would be lucky to have you. You’re kind, generous, and willing to help anypony out no matter what. I want you to know that I’m proud to call you my brother.” “Do…you really mean that? I’m not even a pony and besides you already have Shining Armor.” “Yes that’s true but he’s my BBBFF, you’re my little brother. We don’t have to be the same species to be family Spike, consider yourself adopted.” Spike embraced Twilight. “Thanks…Sis.” A few tears dropped to the wooden floor as dragon and pony basked in each other’s comfort. With one final squeeze Twilight broke the embrace, seeing Spike in a new light. Never before had she treated him like an adult, but now she knew that she would never see him as a hatchling again. After Twilight finished rubbing her eyes she began to clear her throat. “I know you don’t want to see Rarity right now but I have a big favor to ask.” “Umm ok what is it?” “I was thinking about buying a new summer dress and I need to drop off the initial designs for it at the boutique. Is it possible that you could take it there for me?” “No offence Twi, but why can’t you just do it yourself?” “I’d do it myself but I have to finish some research. Plus I really need to take a shower; I kind of got caught up in my work and forgot.” Spike laughed. “Just like old times. Alright consider it done!” After giving Spike the dress designs, Twilight closed the door watching the drake make his way over to the boutique. The librarian chuckled at how easily he bought her little white lie. Under normal circumstances she didn’t like playing cupid but this was a special case. Spike seemed really lonely and of course she knew that he would be the apple of every mare’s eye once he started walking around town. It also helped that Rarity had taken on a very attractive unicorn mare to be her apprentice, who just so happened to be at the boutique at this very moment. With a light giggle Twilight made her way to the bathroom. Carousel Boutique, Ponyville Spike made his way down the street to Rarity’s boutique with dress plans in hand, simply enjoying the sunny and mild Ponyville day. It was a stark contrast to the normally hot and arid climate of Appleloosa. On the way he noticed that Roseluck still was selling flowers from her stand. Ever the gentledrake, Spike decided that he should at least buy some flowers for Rarity even if it was just a friendly gesture. With a roguish grin Spike laid tossed a few bits on the counter pointing to a bouquet of white roses. Grinning from ear to ear Roseluck wrapped the roses in purple colored tissue paper and quickly swiped the bits into her deposit box. Satisfied with his purchase Spike began to whistle a jaunty tune he had heard some of the miners sing while digging. Laughing to himself he realized that he couldn’t very well sing the lyrics, for they would scandalize the poor denizens of Ponyville. The song detailed lost dreams, mares of the night and copious amounts of liquor. Yes the citizens of Appleloosa could be rather crass and forward about their desires, but they were an honest folk if nothing else. Spike had grown fond of them and maybe just one day he’d venture back there to stake out a parcel of land for himself. The young drake knocked on the door expecting to hear Rarity’s trademark sing-song voice, but was instead greeted by the sound of shuffling hooves. Much to his surprise the door became enveloped in an orange aura and opened to reveal a unicorn mare. While she lacked the refined beauty of Ponyville’s resident seamstress, which was not to say she wasn’t dazzling in her own way. Her scarlet coat accented her fiery orange mane perfectly. Momentarily at a loss for words, Spike merely stared into the mare’s glistening cyan eyes. Spike rubbed the back of his crest. “Hello there, umm is Rarity here right now?” “I’m sorry she’s not here right now, but might I be able to assist you?” “I’m not really sure. Well I just wanted to drop off some dress designs that my sister wanted Rarity to work on. My name’s Spike by the way, I used to live at the library with Twilight.” Velvet Thread let out a light giggle. “Hello Spike, I’m Velvet Thread. I moved here from Trottingham a few weeks ago. Rarity took me on as her apprentice, so I can learn how to make dresses.” “Trottingham huh, well the only other pony I know of from there is Pipsqueak. I’ve never been there, but I’d like to visit some time.” “Maybe I misunderstood, but you said you had a dress order for your sister? I haven’t seen any other dragons around so…who is she?” Spike face palmed. “Oh right I forgot that you’re not from around here. Twilight raised me from when I was hatchling, she’s my adoptive sister.” “Well…that certainly is unusual but I knew a filly back home whose parents were griffons. Anyway, let me take that order for you. Hmm you know the design for this dress isn’t very complicated I bet I could make it myself.” “I’m not really surprised; Twilight’s always been a practical mare.” “Spike, if you don’t mind waiting I bet I could have this dress finished in about an hour.” “Sure, why not. It’s not like I have anything better to do right now.” Spike patiently sat in on of the many plush chairs decorating the workroom on the upper floor of the Boutique. He watched in fascination as the Rarity’s apprentice worked her magic. She was quite skilled, and seemed to handle multi-tasking several objects at once using her magic with ease. Putting a claw to his chin, Spike realized just how similar she was to Rarity. With a bit more polish this mare was going to be one of the best dress makers in Equestria, he was sure of it. Velvet, noticing the drake’s stare began to get a bit flustered. “What’s wrong you keep staring at me?” Catching himself Spike cleared his throat. “Oh no there’s nothing wrong with you! I was observing how similar you are to Rarity is all. You seem to be able to handle your magic quite well.” “I’ve always been able to do this. In fact, back in magic kindergarten I was top of my class. All of the teachers thought I was some prodigy and wanted to send me off to the Princess’s School for Gifted Unicorns.” Spike grinned. “Sounds like somepony else I know.” “Despite my affinity for magic, I wasn’t really interested in studying it very much. My aunt was a tailor so I was around clothes and fashion for practically my whole filly-hood. All of those pretty dresses, the dashing suits and amazing hats…I loved all of it. Unfortunately, my parents didn’t and they often pressured me into studying the magical arts.” Velvet took a deep breath before continuing. “One summer I helped my aunt sew a beautiful dress for one of her clients. It was for some kind of noble-mare from Canterlot. When we got done with it, I ended up getting my cutie mark. My aunt was so proud of me, but my parents were furious. We…had a falling out. They thought making clothes was complete rubbish, they said it was beneath a unicorn of my skill. So after a lot of arguing I left my parents’ house and went to live with my aunt. She gave me some bits to move here to Ponyville so I could learn from Rarity.” Spike placed his claw on Velvet’s back. “I don’t really know what to say, it’s awful that your parents tried to force you to become something you didn’t want to be. I’m so sorry Velvet.” Velvet donned a ghost of a smile, genuinely touched by Spike’s gesture. “It’s all in the past Spike, all I can do now is keep moving forward and hope for the best. Maybe…maybe someday my parents will come around.” “I have no doubt that Rarity will turn you into an awesome tailor. But, I guess you figured that out since she’s the element of generosity.” “Yes, Ms. Belle has been very kind and accommodating to me. Honestly, I didn’t have enough bits when I first came here to stay at a hotel…so I’m glad she let me stay here.” Absentmindedly forgetting he had bought flowers, Spike had placed the intended gift upon the coffee table. Velvet’s eyes wondered over to observe the botanical bouquet, but instead of commenting she merely levitated the finished dress into a plain white box. “Here you are Spike, one completed summer dress. I hope it’s to Twilight’s liking.” The dress was of simple design, a one piece. It was a butternut yellow with purple flowers scattered throughout. The flowers were interconnected by green thread that resembled stems. “I’m sure she’ll love it. I really am grateful that you did this…how much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything Spike, this order was prepaid.” “Still, you didn’t have to make the dress all by yourself.” Velvet let out a frustrated snort. “Maybe not, but making dresses is my job. In any case there weren’t a whole lot of orders today anyway so I would have spent most of the day tidying up the boutique.” Spike handed Velvet the bouquet of roses. “Here I was going to give there to Rarity but I think you deserve them. Think of it as your payment.” “No…I couldn’t possibly take these. I don’t deserve them, and they’re Rarity’s gift aren’t they?” “True they were, but I’m sure Rarity won’t mind. Also, I sort of have this dragon code of honor. I have to pay my debts…and well a beautiful mare deserves beautiful flowers right?” Velvet was glad she had a scarlet hued coat, for it hid her embarrassment quite well. She was flattered by the drake’s gesture, considering it was the first time anypo—one had given her flowers or called her beautiful for that matter. While Spike wasn’t a stallion, he was still dashing and attractive in an exotic way. Much like how some mares would prefer griffons or zebras. She levitated the flowers to her muzzle, inhaling their light perfume like aroma. The roses themselves were beautiful, a rare shade of white. Velvet still felt slightly guilty, knowing that these flowers were a very thoughtful gift, intended for a very special pony. She turned around towards Spike and gave him quite possibly the brightest smile she had ever donned. “Thank you Spike, they’re beautiful.” “No problem…well I better be on my way. With Mac busy trying to help out this Zog guy I imagine that Twilight will need some help around the library.” “Spike wait…ermm I was just wondering since you’re in town for a bit, would you like to maybe get a bite to eat some time?” “Yeah, I think I’d like that. I know a great place we get some grub! How about I come over around oohhh say around eleven thirty? It’s the perfect time for lunch.” Velvet responded a bit too enthusiastically. “Awesome…I mean sure that sounds great.” Hoity Toity’s Mansion, on the outskirts of Canterlot A powerful flash of dark magic heralded the arrival of Hoity and Trixie to the estate. Bertram ever the loyal butler, stood ready to receive them. Hoity was exhausted from the massive amount of magic he had to use in order to teleport them. He very nearly collapsed on the front lawn. Trixie however was in far worse shape. Her eyes turned green with tendrils of darkness escaping from either side. The poor mare growled like a feral dog, made nearly rabid from the massive influx of dark magic. Lust, greed, anger, jealousy, pride, indeed many negative emotions flowed through her being all at once. Emotion was the key to using dark magic and she was overwhelmed by it. Hoity sighed. “Bertram please prepare the guest room, Trixie will need to sleep once this is all over.” “Of course sir, shall I fetch the apple brandy as well?” “Yes…I imagine I’ll need every drop of it. Thank you Bertram.” With a polite bow Bertram was off to complete his tasks. Hoity summoned as much dark magic as he dared, only using enough to invigorate himself. Despite being an earth-pony, using magic of any kind tended to sap much of that legendary endurance to nil. He trotted over to Trixie, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. “Trixie it’s me Hoity, now I would like for you to calm down please.” Trixie responded but her voice was somewhat lower and raspy. “The power…it’s too much. I…can’t think straight. It makes me want to…kill things and by Luna, I want to rut like a rabbit in spring!” “It’s the dark magic, that’s what happens when you get exposed to it without proper training. You can use it now, but it’s going to take some getting used to. As I suspected you have quite a bit of repressed anger and well umm…lust. That is why they are trying to manifest.” Trixie’s horn became enveloped in a black aura. “Oh the things I could do. I could destroy them…yes all those who laughed at me, who called me a charlatan, who cast me onto the streets…treating me like yesterday’s TRASH!” “Please my dear, listen to me! You mustn’t think such things or the magic will consume you. I know you had a rough past, but everything isn’t so bad now. Focus on the good, listen to my voice and concentrate.” “What would you know about my life?!? All you’ve ever known is wealth and power. Arrogant rich bastards, the lot of you! You can’t possibly comprehend what it’s like to live day to day without knowing where your next meal is from, or if that shoddy piece of cardboard is going to last through the rain. The worst part is…never having somepony there for you, never feeling the warm embrace and comforting words of reassurance after a hard day…” Disregarding his own safety, Hoity ran up to Trixie and hugged her as tightly as he could. The show mare’s rant immediately stopped as a look of confusion spread across her face. “You’re not alone anymore, not so long as I draw breath. I’ll help you Trixie, I’ll do whatever it takes so you can control this. Please just trust me. That’s all I ask.” Trixie’s voice softened a bit. “You…will?” Hoity stroked her mane. “Of course, this is my responsibility. Even if it wasn’t I consider you a friend and that’s what friends do, they look out for each other.” Without warning Trixie pushed Hoity away from her. Her horn began to glow once again, but this time sparks came out of it. As soon as any of the sparks hit the ground they began to form small, black crystals. Trixie dug her hooves into the grass and yelled at the top of her lungs unleashing a massive black colored beam of magic into the night sky. Once all the energy was expended, her eyes turned back to their ruby red color, the green aura no longer affecting them. She then promptly collapsed. Hoity chuckled realizing that Trixie was just trying to purge herself of all the dark magic she had been building up. It was an extremely crude way of going about it, but nonetheless effective. He was certain that had Trixie aimed the beam anywhere other than the sky it would have sliced through a mountain like tissue paper. Hoity enveloped the now unconscious Trixie in his own dark aura of magic, lifting her onto his back. Hoity gently slid her off of his back onto a large, purple couch near the fireplace. He proceeded to grab a simple wool blanket with his teeth and draped it over her. Bertram made his way over with a bottle of Applelossan apple brandy on a silver tray, accompanied by a crystal glass. His master gratefully poured himself a generous portion, whilst staring into the fire. “Thank you Bertram, you may have some too if you like.” “I appreciate the offer sir; however I no longer partake in alcoholic beverages.” “To each his own, I suppose. At any rate you can have the rest of the evening off; I’d like to take care of our guest myself.” “If you insist sir, however if you should require anything at all please do not hesitate to ask.” Hoity placed a hoof on Bertram’s shoulder. “You know Bertram, you’re best damn butler I’ve had in centuries. I mean that.” “You flatter me sir, I merely am doing my job.” “And that is why you are the best. I’m worried about Trixie. She has so much to learn about her new powers. I hope it doesn’t break her. I fear that I’ve thrust her into a world she doesn’t belong in…I had no choice she was dying, it was all I could do.” “Nopony could have done any better sir. I am certain she realizes you were looking out for her well-being. She will come to accept, perhaps even embrace her new abilities in time…as I did.” Hoity took one last swig of his brandy. “Maybe but to be fair I offered you my blood and you took it willingly.” “Indeed I did sir. I simply wanted to cheat father time’s inevitable grip upon my youth.” “Ah yes, we all have our reasons. I think that once Trixie has recovered enough, I’d like to introduce her to her new family.” “Are you certain she’s ready sir?” “I hope so. Imagine the look on her face when she’ll recognize some of them!” The two stallions shared a laugh in front of the fireplace. Tomorrow promised to be an interesting day, for better or worse not a living soul could say.
Chapter 7Chapter 7 A road, en route to Sweet Apple Acres Iron quietly hummed to himself, feeling better about his ideas concerning the proposal. Rarity could be a bit overbearing when it came to suggestions, but her heart was in the right place. How strange it was that Fluttershy seemed to be a balance to such behavior. Iron chuckled to himself realizing what a good match those two were. It was a sunny day outside with very few clouds in the sky, so Iron was puzzled to find a small cloud right above him. From the said cloud dangled a multi-hued tail, accompanied by the sound of snoring. “Must be Rainbow’s nap time…ugh her snoring could wake the dead.” With a smirk Iron grabbed a hunk of mud and threw it at the unsuspecting mare, whose face was promptly greeted by said mud with a squishy splat. Rainbow nearly fell off the cloud in surprise muttering something about pies. Once she gained her bearings, she gently glided down to the ground next to Iron with a less than amused look gracing her muzzle. “What gives Iron, I was trying to take a nap! I outa smack the stuffing out of ya for that!” Iron snickered. “I’m sorry I just couldn’t resist. It was too easy.” Rainbow’s expression lightened somewhat. “Meh…alright I enjoy a good prank sometimes, but just remember I’ll get you back someday.” “I look forward to it.” “Anyway, what brings you here Iron?” “I was on my way back from Fluttershy’s house.” Rainbow hovered above Iron. “Oh and why did you need to see Fluttershy?” “Not so much Fluttershy, as Rarity. I needed her advice on something.” “Why would you need her advice for anyway?” “I intend to propose to Applejack and I needed to have a wo-mare’s perspective.” Rainbow’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Wait a minute…you’re going to MARRY AJ?!” “Umm yes, I mean it’s not like we just started dating or anything but…” Rainbow flew in circles several times giggling. “That is SO AWESOME!! Do I get to be the best mare, or oh better yet I can plan the bachelorette party.” “Whoa slow down, I haven’t even popped the question yet.” “Ugh you gotta be kidding me! You haven’t? What the hay are you waiting for?” “Well…you know how AJ is Rainbow, she might not be ready to commit. She has the farm and her family to consider.” Rainbow sniffed. “Aaannd what makes you think that you aren’t family material? Sheesh if you haven’t figured that out by now you’re one thick-headed stallion. Besides Granny Smith has been putting the fire under AJ’s plot to make some grandfoals for years now.” Iron stared at Rainbow, utterly dumfounded. “I had no idea, well that makes me feel a little better I suppose. You have to understand it’s still a really big deal! I-I’ve never been married before.” Rainbow punched him lightly. “Everypony gets nervous about that. I’ve known AJ for years and there’s no way she’s gonna say no to ya. From the sounds of it you already have Rares and Flutters on your side, but just in case I’ll pitch my hooves in as well.” Iron gave her a million bit grin. “Thanks Rainbow, I owe you a beer.” “Blegh I hate beer, just get me a cider and we’ll call it even.” “Maybe we could grab a few drinks af…” Before he could finish his sentence, large grey coated griffon swooped down between them. Due to its more muscular build Iron assumed it must be a male. This particular griffon had grey colored wings as well, but they had red tips. His crest was an off white color, almost that of eggshells. His claws were black. The most interesting part about this griffon aside from his coloration was that he wore light leather armor covering his chest and arms, which contained multiple pouches and weapons. The griffon fluttered above Iron for a few seconds and then with a dramatic flourish, landed next to him. “Ahoy lad, would ya mind if I took a wee bit of yer time?” “Umm…I suppose not.” The griffon face-clawed. “Where are me manners? Here I am swooping down on a bunch o’ unsuspecting ponies and hardly have the courtesy to introduce meself. The name’s Bloodwing, what’s yours lad?” “No harm done sir. My name is Iron Cross.” “Wee bit of a strange name for a pony, but I digress. My crew and I are heading into Ponyville for a job ya see, and I was just wonderin’ where I might find some alcoholic libations.” “Crew? I don’t see anyone else with you.” “Oh that, well ya see they’re a bit slower than I am on a count that they can’t fly. They’ll be catchin’ up with me soon enough.” Rainbow trotted up to the griffon and stuck her muzzle a hair’s length from his beak. “Hey bub what’s the big idea, interrupting me and my friend?!” “My, my I do apologize but sometimes I get a tad excited and forget me manners. The name’s Bloodwing and what might your name be lass?” “Rainbow Dash, only the most awesome flier in all Equestria!” Bloodwing yawned. “Now isn’t that dandy? Well why don’t ya put that confidence to the test lass?” “What do you mean?” “I mean we should make a wager, on a race if you will. I will race you. If I win, then you have to treat me to a nice dinner with drinks included of course.” Rainbow smiled. “What do I get if I win?” Bloodwing reached into his pocket. “I just so happen to have a limited edition Soarin plushie.” “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh *squee*” “Hehehe I thought ye looked like a Wonderbolts fan. If ye beat me, the plushie is yours lass.” “That plushie is as good as mine! Name the time and place dude.” Bloodwing chuckled. “In due time lass. I gotta wait for me crew ta show up.” Just as Bloodwing finished his sentence a motley collection of different species gathered behind him. To be more specific a diamond dog, a zebra, and a unicorn. All of them seemed to be wearing either cloaks or some type of light armor made from leather. “Ah well speak o’ the devil and he’ll appear! This lot is me crew.” The first creature that Bloodwing pointed to was an electric yellow unicorn stallion with grey eyes. His mane and tail were a splotchy mixture of black, orange and red. Oddly enough his cutie mark was a bundle of dynamite with a lit fuse. “The unicorn over there is named Short Fuse, he’s my explosives expert. The lad also knows quite a bit about guns too.” The second creature Bloodwing pointed to was the zebra. Iron wasn’t entirely sure but this zebra seemed to a have slightly thinner build, so as to suggest it was female. The cloak the zebra wore didn’t really help matters in determining its gender. After a few seconds the zebra pulled the hood of its cloak, to reveal that it was indeed a mare. She bore a slight resemblance to Zecora, but her mane was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her eyes were aquamarine, and she had a tattoo across the right side of her face. “The zebra’s name is Sheba and she’s the potion expert, she also is quite handy with poisons.” Last but not least, Bloodwing gestured towards a white coated diamond dog wearing a similar set of leather armor that he was. It was a definitely a female dog, due to her slender build but her coat color was extremely rare. Her eyes were pink. “The bitch’s name is Snowflake, but don’t let her name fool ya she’s an unarmed combat expert. Also if I were you, I wouldn’t bring up the whole coat color thing. She’s a tad sensitive ‘bout that. From what I understand it’s some rare genetic mutation…albinism I heard it called. She thinks her colors are ugly, but I know all the dogs look at her with hungry eyes. Anyway that’s all of ‘em.” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Ok now that you introduced everypony, can we please get to the racing?” Iron put his hoof on Rainbow’s chest. “Now hold on Rainbow, we still don’t know why he’s near Ponyville in the first place.” “Oh that well me crew and I are there for a bit of o’ pit stop on our way to Canterlot. As ya might have noticed we’re a band o’ mercenaries trying to gather up contracts. Apparently there’s a couple of pony fugitives that are wanted in the UTR. Somethin’ about an artifact and murder…I don’t really care I just want my gold.” “Pony fugitives…that can’t be right.” “Ah lad but it is. Accordin’ to me sources it’s some stuck up earth pony and a unicorn living near the Canterlot area. Since at least one of ‘em is a magic user I gotta consider them dangerous.” “Why doesn’t Celestia just send in the guard after them?” Bloodwing scratched his chin. “Why I imagine that would be paramount to declaring war. Let’s just say the political situation between the UTR and Equestria is tenuous at best. That’s why governments call in folks like me to deal with such…problems.” Rainbow stomped her hoof on the ground. “Come on Iron enough about the stupid political stuff. I WANNA RACE!” “Ok fine, I was just finishing up anyway. Have fun.” “Listen up lass; for I’m only gonna tell ya rules once. I’m going to draw a line in the dirt right here next to this old oak tree. That is considered the start and finish line. We’ll fly straight up about half a kilometer and go into a dive and whoever crosses the finish line first after pulling out of the dive wins.” “Pfft this is gonna be a piece of cake. You’re on feather-brain!” Bloodwing shook Rainbow’s hoof. “I wouldn’t be so cocky lass, but it’s nice to see ya got some spirit in ya.” Both fliers took off and within two minutes they had reached the half kilometer mark. Bloodwing took out a pair of goggles from one of them many pouches he had on his chest. Both pegasus and griffon immediately spiraled into a nose dive, tucking their wings behind them. Rainbow was beginning to gain a bit more momentum than Bloodwing as a smug grin appeared on her muzzle. She began to get a bit confused as it seemed that Bloodwing wasn’t even trying to keep up with her. “What the hay is he doing? Oh well if he can’t keep up with me then it’s his loss. That Soarin doll is a good as mine.” Rainbow was so absorbed in her own thoughts of victory that she didn’t notice Bloodwing reach into another one of his many pockets. He pulled out a bronze colored pistol with a large barrel and loaded a red colored slug into it. The griffon increased his speed slightly so that it put him about a body’s length from Rainbow and with careful aim he fired the pistol. The shell exploded in front of Rainbow releasing a cloud of rusty red powder. As soon as the poor pegasus hit the cloud she was completely overwhelmed by a spicy taste in her mouth. Worse yet the stuff got into her eyes and throat as well. It felt like she was sucking on a bag of hot coals mixed with coarse sand. She immediately began to choke, losing her focus and sputtered out of her dive. Bloodwing let out a bellowing laugh and dove ahead of her, crossing the finish line. Once Rainbow gained back some of her senses, she glared at Bloodwing. “You *cough* big fat cheater! What *cough* was that gunk?” “Me, a cheater…no I think not lass. I only said that the first one to cross the finish line was the winner. I never said you couldn’t use any dirty tricks at your disposal. As for what that stuff is, it’s ground pepper dust. It’s nasty stuff for ponies, zebras and dogs but not so much griffons. Now, as I recall ye owe me dinner!” Rainbow’s ears flattened against her head and she growled. “Fine, a deal’s a deal. There’s a nice restaurant in Ponyville called Château aux mille Fromages. It’s some Prench joint that Rarity likes; I dunno what the food’s like…never been there.” “Oh I simply adore Prench cuisine. Your friend certainly has refined taste.” “Yeah Rares is something alright. So when do you wanna go there?” “Hmm…this evening should be fine. How about around five o’ clock?” Rainbow shrugged. “Sounds good to me, see ya then.” Iron trotted up to Rainbow and whispered into her ear. “There’s something odd about that griffon, I’m not quite sure what it is. It’s almost as if…no it’s not possible never mind.” “What? He seemed like a pretty normal merc to me, why do you think something’s up?” “It’s more of a hunch but if you be so kind as to allow me to accompany you on your dinner date, I could make sure that something fishy isn’t going on.” Rainbow’s wings flared. “W-wait hold on Iron, this isn’t a d-date! I just lost a bet ok, nothing more than that. I’m a mare of my word and I never break a promise.” “Rainbow calm down it was only a figure of speech. I’m sure everything will turn out just fine. I promise I’ll be discreet about it and sit a few tables away.” “I’m not worried about you being there…although you do kinda suck at blending in.” “Huh what are you talking about?” “Well isn’t it obvious? You have a really unique cutie mark and not a whole lot of stallions have a black coat, it tends to draw attention. Plus you’re…umm…well really…handsome.” Iron rubbed his temples. “Alright fine I suppose you have a point. How about you go and enjoy whatever it is you do in your spare time and I’ll stick around and have a chat with our feathered friend.” “NO WAIT Iron…I mean hold on a sec. I have bit of a confession to make. But you have to promise me that you won’t laugh or tell anypony what I’m about to say.” “I promise, now what is it that has you so worked up?” Rainbow pawed at the ground. “Well…I uhh need some advice on what to do during a date.” “Why the hell would you be asking me that?” “Because I’ve never been on a date before…” “You can’t possibly be serious. Rainbow this isn’t a date you said so yourself. You’re a perfectly attractive mare and you have an outgoing personality so why are you so upset?” “Look I might have been exaggerating a teensy bit about my experience. Whenever I get nervous I talk a big game and I know it’s a problem but I seriously need help. I think stallions are intimidated by the way I act, but I’m just as nervous.” “Rainbow I believe you’re over thinking, that’s what the problem is. When you go to dinner just act like you’re having dinner with one of your friends. Everything will be fine, I promise.” “Ok…I’ll try but don’t be surprised if I end up a nervous wreck.” Iron patted her on the back. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Now, why don’t you go home and freshen up a bit? You don’t want to be Sweaty Dash do you?” Rainbow gave herself a tentative sniff and blushed heavily. “Yeah that sounds like a good idea. See ya later Iron!” Without wasting any time Iron trotted over to the large silver griffon and was about to speak, when he was interrupted. “I was wonderin’ how long it would take ya to start asking me questions. Go on lad, I’ve got plenty o’ time.” “Wait so you knew I was suspicious of you?” “Aye that I did. I’m willing to bet I know why.” “Ok give me your best shot.” “For starters ya got a strange mark on yer arse lad. It certainly ain’t any kind of pony symbol I’ve seen. In fact it’s a symbol I haven’t seen in years. Second, it’s the way I talk. Not too many folk ‘round here have this accent.” “You said you haven’t seen a mark like mine in years. That would imply that you’ve seen it before, which can only mean you saw it…as a human.” Bloodwing whistled. “Exactly lad, I knew ya were a smart one. I was starting to think that I was the only one in this bloody place. I take it you were once a man as well?” “Yes, I was a soldier and somehow got transported here through a magic amulet.” “Hmm is that so? Well my story is a wee bit more complicated than that.” Iron laughed. “Try me I’ve seen some pretty strange things in the four months I’ve been here.” “Only four months? Ha! I’ve been here for a decade lad.” “You’re kidding…how on earth did you get here?” “Originally I was from Glasgow. I served as a privateer under her majesty Queen Anne. The ship I captained was ironically called the Briny Mare. My crew and I had just recently resupplied in London and we were off to raid a Spanish treasure fleet near Jamaica. In order ta get there we had to go through what most of the old sailors called “The Devil’s Triangle”. They all claimed that ships would disappear and since in the blink of eye, I thought it was all a bunch of fairy tales. That is until we hit a rouge storm. It was like nothing I had ever seen, the waves were as tall as windmills and the clouds were an eerie shade of green with crackling lightning.” Iron listened on in rapt attention. “The seas began to get very rough and sure enough the sky lit up with tremendous bolts of green lightening. It was terrifying. I tried my best to keep the ship steady, but she ended up capsizing from a particularly large wave. I think that…most of my men drowned but I was lucky enough to grab onto a piece of the mainmast. I held onto it for dear life, prayin’ I wouldn’t die. Just when I thought I was about ta meet my maker, the sea began to glow and next thing I know I was lying on a beach. Not as a man, but a griffon.” “Wait what you said can’t be possible. If I remember correctly Queen Anne ruled in the early 18th century. That would make you over two hundred years old!” “Nay, lad I’m not that old. Like I said, I’ve only been here for ten years or so.” Iron shook his head. “You don’t understand. I came here during the year 1945.” Bloodwing’s face paled. “What…that’s no…it can’t be. How can that be possible?” “That can only mean that the flow of time between this world and ours isn’t consistent. However, your appearance in Equestria can only mean that our world contains at least some magic.” “Aye, that seems ta be the case lad. I’ve never been a fan o’ magic anyways, that’s why I have me crew practice it. I prefer guns and steel ta carry out my business. I suspect you and I are gonna be steadfast allies.” Iron sighed. “I suppose so, but so help me if you do anything strange or hurt Rainbow Dash I won’t hesitate to crush your skull.” Bloodwing bellowed with laughter. “What you mean the pegasus? Nay, I wouldn’t harm a single hair on her pretty little head. She’s a feisty one, I like that. You know I used to be opposed ta fuckin’ the animals ‘round here but after a while I realized that there ain’t no humans here. So I changed my tastes, as I’m sure you did lad. I take it you’ve found yer own bonny lass?” “Yes, I have but that isn’t your concern.” “I was just makin’ small talk is all, no need ta get yer balls in a twist. Oh and don’t worry about our little dinner date lad. I know the lass is cocky and brags more than a roman soldier back from conquest, but underneath it all she’s inexperienced. I won’t suggest anythin’ too forward.” “You could tell just from meeting her for only a few minutes?” “Aye, after all I was once a brash young pup. However, life happened to me and I learned the hard way. Well I best be takin’ a shower, can’t show up to the tavern smellin’ like a barrel o’ rotten fish. Take care lad.” Hoity Toity’s Mansion, on the outskirts of Canterlot Trixie awoke to find that she had a skull-pounding headache. Tentatively she smacked her lips, also to find that she had cotton mouth. She only remembered bits and pieces of the night before, but hadn’t realized that she fell asleep on the couch. Shrugging off the wool blanket, she made her way into the kitchen to find a pot of coffee already boiling. Trixie attempted to pour herself a cup but instead her horn fizzled and her headache became worst. With a pained grunt she dropped to the floor. “Madam I would suggest not using magic so soon. In the mean time I shall attend to all of your needs.” “Huh…eh Bertram what happened to me?” “When the master brought you home last night, he used a powerful teleportation spell. The residual dark magic corrupted you, and thus you are experiencing magic fatigue. I suspect once you have rested for at least a day, you shall return to normal.” Trixie blushed. “Oh…um if you wouldn’t mind could pour me some coffee, I feel like death warmed over.” Bertram grabbed the cup with his teeth and placed it in her hooves. “Not a problem Miss Trixie. If you require anything else, please ask. I will be more than happy to accommodate you.” Once Bertram left, Hoity trotted in pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Good to see you up and about my dear. Once you are feeling better, we have much to discuss.” “Hoity I just wanted to thank you for helping me through all this. I know that you feel responsible for all of these…changes but I’m grateful that you saved my life.” Hoity let out a sigh of relief. “That is indeed good news. You have no idea how much that has burdened me. Not to worry though, I’ve invited over a few family members to help you with your new powers.” “I didn’t know you had any relatives.” “You would normally be correct, however they aren’t blood related but we share the same…condition. All of my natural family died ages ago.” Bertram cleared his throat. “Excuse me sir, but our guests have arrived. Shall I show them in?” “Ah yes, please do. Come Trixie, meet your new family!” When the doors opened Trixie was shocked to find two very famous ponies standing in front of her. One of them was the infamous photographer and fashion guru, Photo Finish. The other was a white unicorn with an unmistakable electric blue mane; it was none other than Vinyl Scratch. She was more commonly known as DJ-PON 3. Both mares immediately took off their eyewear, revealing ruby red eyes. Hoity went up to them and gave each a quick hug, motioning them over to the fireplace to take a seat. “Greetings ladies, it is so good to see you both! I want you both to say hello to the newest member of the family.” Vinyl grinned. “Whoa that’s The Great and Powerful Trixie! Maybe you could show us some of those totally bitchin’ tricks with the fireworks!” Photo Finish face-hooved. “For Celestia’s sake Vinyl could you please keep ze svearing to a minimum? I’m sure zat Frau Trixie does not enjoy being harassed about silly parlor tricks. I apologize frau; Vinyl is not the most subtle of ponies.” “That’s alright I know she didn’t mean any harm. As Miss Scratch said I am Trixie, but I don’t use that title anymore.” “I see. Vell, at least you learned some humility which is more than I can say about somepony else.” Vinyl scrunched her nose. “Hey it’s not my fault that I’m the most kick-flank DJ in all Equestria!” Hoity tapped his hoof against the floor. “Now girls calm down, I won’t have any bickering while we have a guest present.” “Ja, fine I understand.” “Aww alright, but I still wanna see a magic trick…” “Don’t worry about it everypony, I can do some tricks later once I’ve had enough rest.” Vinyl did a hoof pump. “Yeah now that’s what I’m talking about! I’m sorry about asking you too soon, I had no idea that you had magic exhaustion.” “Vinyl you of all mares should know about zat. Vith all that wubbing nonsense you seem to enjoy. What a waste of magic. You should try making vonderful orchestral music like your mare-friend Octavia.” Vinyl huffed. “Hey don’t bring Tavi into this! I like that kind of music too…it just gets kind of boring sometimes.” “Ah but of course, you’ve always had ze attention span of rodent. Concerning your mare, she is quite attractive. I think that I shall use her for my new spread next month. Ja that would be THE MAGICKS.” Trixie poked Hoity in the ribs. “So how long have they been vamponies?” “Hmm let’s see…Vinyl has been one for about 316 years and Photo around 100. As for me I’m probably the oldest at 10,050. I have to honest with you Trixie I’m most likely the oldest living creature on the planet right now.” Trixie’s jaw dropped. “T-t-ten T-thousand?” “Yes I’m completely serious. We vamponies are immortal, so whatever age we take on the blood we remain until we are killed. Of course we’re resistant to disease, poison and normal weapons so…it takes a bit of effort to kill us.” “So I won’t get any older than this?” “Nein Frau Trixie, such is how our powers work. I must warn you though; you may have to change your name at some point. Ve can’t have ponies knowing of our immortality. In fact Vinyl was once known as Melodia and she used to play ze flute and occasionally the violin. I suspect that is why she fancies Octavia.” Vinyl blushed. “So I get around the music scene, it’s not that big of a deal. At least I don’t bang minotaurs after a photo-shoot!” Photo snickered. “Ohh my yesss zat was lovely. Minotaurs have those lovely hands and such strong legs…all three of them.” Trixie laughed while sipping her coffee, enjoying the antics of Photo and Vinyl. They were a strange pair of mares, but at least they were interesting. She was still shocked at how old all of them were, especially Hoity. Trixie wasn’t certain how old Celestia was exactly, but she bet her bits that Hoity was almost as old if not older. Perhaps they would be willing to teach her some new tricks, but for now she felt content. Content that she finally had ponies to call friends.
