//------------------------------// // Post Battle, Of course your grounded! // Story: This is what we do // by Foxgear //------------------------------// This what we do ch 11 By Foxgear “What the fuck were you all thinking! Do you know how dangerous that was? Do you know how worried all your parents will be? It’s a fucking Monday! No scratch that! It’s fucking Tuesday! Yawl, are supposed to be in school! Do you think nobody is going to notice ya gone?” Mac yells at the top of his lungs at the seven girls huddling before him. Behind him, Sixes was filling the crater of Holder’s Boulder with lava to cover up the battle. Hopefully, the Rangers will just think there was a lava vein beneath the boulder that finally blew. The girls advert their gazes. Unable to look him in the face. Mac’s hard glare fell on his sister, who hid her face beneath her hat. “You should have known better Applejack. You should have known how stupid this was! Worse, you stole from Great Grandpa Bailey! You know he’ll notice and you know Granny will find out too and they’ll both tan your ass red!” “…” Applejack hugged her knees tighter. Her knuckles turning white. “What was that? Speak up if you have something to say!” “I’m sorry…” Mutters Applejack hugging her knees even tighter. Her body beginning to shake as hot tears roll down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” The girls turn and glare at him, but Mac glares back with more ferocity. His irises burning orange with magic. They turn away, unable to meet his powerful gaze. “Settle down Mac, keep the dragon in check,” Sixes chastise grabbing Mac by the back of the neck and massaging it. The tension in Mac’s shoulders lessen, but his face remained hard. “Good enough for now. Let’s get going home. I reckon you’ll tired and hungry. Besides, we need to get out of here before more people show up.” One by one, the girl stood up forming a line behind Sixes and Mac. Aria took up the rear of their little convoy. Her enchanting song hiding them from the flock of park rangers and hikers that came to see the smoldering remains of Holder’s Boulder. The hike back to the cars was a long and trying one. While Mac, Sixes, and Aria were tired from the battle, they still flew the distance to Holder’s Boulder on their way out. Thus, they had a bit of energy to spare. The girls weren’t fairing so well. Having to hike out the first time, battle, and now hike back at the brisk pace set by Sixes and Mac. The men were in a hurry to get going and they had little sympathy for the seven girls right now. So, when they finally reach parking lot the seven girls were quick to fall on their butts in relief. Their entire bodies aching in pain, especially their feet. “Can we please rest here, Mac?” Rarity cries in anguish, slipping off her hiking boots to reveal her blistered feet. Mac checks his watch. He really wants to get home but supposed he should let the girls rest a bit before letting them drive. Besides he already got what he wanted by pushing them like this. Kneeling Mac grabs Rarity foot and beings massaging it. The Fashionista’s face cringing in pain as he mercilessly knelled the bottom of her foot, eventually Rarity’s painful expression lessen and she let out a contented sigh. “Better?” He asks. Receiving a meek blush and nod from Rarity. “We’ll rest for a bit before driving home. Hopefully, the pain will remind you of consequences of your actions before you do something stupid. The rest of you line up by the truck. It’s not much, but we have a few first aid kits with us.” The girls did as Mac ordered. One by one he checks over their injuries. A blanket was rolled out onto the grass for those who were finished. When he was checking over Pinkie a park ranger came out to see what was going on. After faking a story of the girls getting hurt from rock climbing. The ranger went and retrieves the medic located in the park. Which led to a more time wasted and Mac and Sixes having to write a report for the incident. They used the eruption of Holder’s Boulder as the reason the girls fell. Luckily the Rangers bought the story. Though they were still confused how no one heard the eruption. Then they were free to go since nobody sustained injuries needing to go the hospital. Mac urges the girls to the cars for a quick exit, less something else delay them. He took his truck with Applejack and Sixes, Applejack climbed into her truck with Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle, and Aria drove Rarity’s SUV with the rest. One hour and a half drive back and they were all safe at the farm again. Safe being relative as who should be standing in the yard waiting to greet them but a very irritate Vice Principle Luna. The educator/godmother glares at her seven absent students. Taking in their bruises, cuts and all in between. “Well… I hope you had fun girls.” She said with ire. From the porch, Adagio emerges from the front door with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, she just showed up demanding to know what happened you. I kind of spilled the beans… but I made ‘you made it back alive’ cookies! Well… Sonata made them and Tacos… so come and eat dinner or whatever you call eating at four o’clock in the afternoon.” A collective roar of growls rumbles from the seven high schoolers stomachs. As one they sheepishly look to their Vice Principle for mercy. Sighing in dismay and exhaustion Luna waves them past. “Fine, I’ll chew you out after you’ve eaten.” The girls eagerly run past her. Leaving her alone in the yard with Mac and Sixes. Aria having left with the girls to eat. “So, a lot has happened since this morning. I guess my uneasiness was right. So, what happened this time?” “I think we killed a god or something,” Mac replies with a grin, much to Luna’s mirth. “Really? That true Sixes?” She asks the Night Patroller with steely cold eyes. Eyes that reminds him of her Princess counterpart. The Patroller shrugs, “Technically it was a fallen Alicorn, which is basically a god where I’m from. Well… maybe more of a demigod, you’d have to ask Princess Celestia and Luna, as they are Alicorns. Personally, I’m just happy to add it to my list of amazing things I’ve killed.” Luna rubbed her temple, her face contorting into annoyance, “Oh my god, you really are Stryker’s counterpart.” “What was that?” “Uh? Oh nothing, just thinking out loud.” Dismissed Luna, fiercely rubbing her temples. “Look. I’ll let the girls get away with missing school today, but they have detention for the rest of the week. They may be magical pony girls, but they’re still minors. Not that I like you going off and doing this crazy magical shit either, but you’re an adult so there’s not much I can do about it.” Luna pulls Mac into a hug, making the farm boy blush awkwardly at the close contact. “Just be careful? I’m still your godmother and I’d like to think I’m at least being half as responsible as I should be.” Mac pats her on the back. Unsure of what to actually say or do other than say, “I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble. And keep a better eye on the girls.” Luna pats his back, breaking the hug, a soft motherly smile gracing her lips as she gave Mac a quick peck on the head. “You have Nico’s tenacity. I’ll give you that. Sixes!” The rinin stands at attention. “Please do your best to help them? Please?” “I’ll try, but they do a good job by themselves.” The rinin said proudly. Luna smiles, “I suppose they do, still everyone can use a little help occasionally.” With those parting words, Luna makes for her car. Before she could reach it, Mac called out to her. “One question before you go. I know this is out of the blue, but who’s our godfather? Or do we not have one?” Apathetically Luna pulls her cell phone from her pocket, staring at a certain number. Reluctantly she walks back over to Mac and presents it to him. “I’d rather you come to me, but your godfather was Nico’s best friend in this world. I can’t guarantee how he’ll respond but here’s his number and an address where you can usually find him if you can’t get him by phone. Again, I’d rather not have you going to him.” “Is there a reason why?” Luna puffs her cheeks, “We just had a falling out is all. Still, it wasn’t right of me to hide him from you, but he could have walked into your life at any time he wanted to, so we’re both to blame.” After Mac copies the number and address Luna takes her leave again, only to stop once more and shout out from her car. “He’s not a bad person Mac, but he’s rough around the edges.” Putting her car in gear Luna drives away, disappearing quickly down the old dirt road. “Well, let’s go eat. I’m getting kind of hungry,” Mac pockets his phone, heading for the house. Inside he is greeted with the sight of his sister and her friends all laying around the living room. Some were on the couches, others were on the floor, and some were on top of each other, all sound asleep. “The hell did you put in those cookies?” “Hey, don’t blame me for magic exhaustion!” Sonata shouts from the kitchen, a bowl of cookie batter in her hands. Was there a bake sale he didn’t know about Mac wonders. Spotting several plastic containers of cookies on the counter behind Sonata. “They’ll be up in a few hours. They're just tired from overusing their magic and just exhausted.” Adagio said entering the living from the bedroom. She snuggles up close to Mac, tugging him along by the arm. “Come on, why don’t come and lay down with me? Sonata can bring us dinner.” “What am I? A maid?” Adagio giggles deviously, “Of course not my dear sister, but if you want to be one I have the costume in my closet. Scratch that. I might just make you wear it anyway.” “Mac! Adagio’s being mean and slightly deviously evil again!” Before Mac knew it, he had two sirens clinging to his arms. And here he thought they were past that. Seems not. “Shoo Sonata! I’m already got dibs! In more ways, then one.” Adagio taunts flashing her ring and belly. “But that doesn’t mean I still can’t snuggle with my Big brother in law,” Sonata retorts in a cutesy tone. Mac. Mac already had enough. This was getting creepy. He takes Adagio up into his arms, carrying her bridal style to their room. “I’ll eat later. Just be sure to clean up the kitchen when you're done making your thousand cookies or whatever.” The door closes leaving Sonata and Sixes the only ones awake in the living room. “So, Sixes…” “I’m spoken for,” He quickly replies, already halfway out the door. “Give Mac my bests, I’ll be going home.” “Do you need a… oh, you can fly,” Sonata says dejectedly as Sixes takes off into the sky. Gloomily Sonata slumps on the kitchen table, across from her sat Aria chewing on a fresh chocolate chip cookie. The pink siren staring amusingly at her blue sister. “What?” “Nothing,” Aria says picking up another cookie, “I just think you need to work on your mating call is all.” “You’re not doing much better.” “Shut up,” Aria hisses taking another cookie. Minutes pass and silence fills the Apple’s house. Mac and Adagio were probably fast asleep and Applejack and her friends would be out of it for a while. Sonata and Aria continue to chew their cookies in silence, the sound of their munching the only noise for a long while. “So, why are you making so many cookies?” Aria finally asks, curiosity winning over her annoyance of her blue sister’s comments. “Local fundraiser, I got wrangled in by some of the townsfolk at the plaza to pitch in. Feels kind of weird. Being part of a community again.” Aria nods, “Yeah, same here. Feels weird not to be fighting with each other all the time and to have a stable home again.” “It feels nice though,” Smiles Sonata looking Longley at the seven girls. Particularly Applejack. “It’s nice to be a part of a bigger family again.” “I suppose,” Aria reluctantly agreeing. Downing the last of the milk on the table she wipes her mouth and stands up, slamming her glass on the table. “Come on, let’s get these lazy butts home. They can sleep in their own beds. Not on our floor.” Walking into the living room Aria slaps the closest girl on the ass, who happens to be Twilight, making the glasses wearing nerd let out a terrible, “Eek!” As she rolled off the couch and onto Pinkie, who was sleeping in front of the couch. This led to a change ration of groans as one by one the girls awaken to find out what all the noise was about. “Keep it down,” Aria shoos, “Mac and Dagi are sleeping. All of you look alive, Sonata and I are taking you home. We don’t need your parents/guardians raising a fuss if your home late again. Because Celestia forbid they don’t call here first. Which the always do by the way.” “What do you think you’re my mother now?” Rainbow Dash grumbles irritably as she rubs the space between her breasts. Hissing as a searing pain rose in her throat. Aria replies, “No, but I’ll put you over my knee and spank your blue ass red if you want to be difficult.” “Ari’s just tired and so are all you.” Sonata buts in. “You all just went through another tough magical battle and you need to rest. It will be more relaxing to sleep in your own beds and houses than here, right?” “I would rather sleep in my silken sheets if given choice,” Rarity said aloud. Earning a sharp look from Applejack, Aria, and Sonata. “Not that your hand quilted quilts aren’t simply lovely.” “I guess I’ll be on my way then,” Sunset said raising off the couch. Making a beeline for the door she waved goodbye to everyone. “See you all tomorrow.” After a chorus of “Bye Sunset.” The bacon hair girl staggers down the porch stairs and down the familiar path to her shack. With Sunset getting the ball rolling the girls began to file out to the cars. Aria and Sonata driving of course. Aria drove Rarity’s SUV and Sonata drove Applejack’s truck. “We’ll drop your truck off after we drop you all off,” Sonata told Applejack as she follows Aria down the driveway to the highway. “It’ll be an extra trip, but it’s not much of bother if there’s two of us.” Sleepily Applejack replied, “Thanks, sorry for the trouble.” Sonata just smiles and shrugs, “It’s what family members do for each other, right?” Applejack smiles, “Yeah, it is. Thanks again Sonata.” Pinkie Pie was the first to be dropped off. Her sister Lime Stone standing angrily in the front yard. “Where the fuck has you been? We have a huge order to fill today! Dad’s been waiting at the pit for over thirty minutes already!” Pinkie’s father ran a gravel truck company. They haul much more than just gravel, but it was the easiest way to describe his business. Mining dirt and rocks from ground Pinkie’s father provides gravel and other forms of dirt for road construction companies and much more. Sometimes he had to call upon his daughters to help when things got busy. Things such as loading the trucks or just helping with the paperwork so truckers could get going quicker. “Sorry Lime Stone,” Pinkie Pie shouts while climbing out of the SUV. Her usual pep was greatly diminished from magic exhaustion and a lack of sleep. Her hair was half droopy, half puffy to symbolize the extent of her exhaustion. The girls wave awkwardly as Pinkie was dragged away by her sister to what was probably going to another all-nighter for the party girl. The next one to be dropped off was Fluttershy. Her homecoming was much less eventful. As nobody was home to greet her. Her parents once again working a late shift at their work. Everybody watch as the shy girl treks up to the dark and lonely house. Giving a brief wave before disappearing inside. “This is utterly depressing. I’m beginning to feel staying on the couch would have been a better option,” Pouts Rarity, having already listed off an inhuman about of clothing orders waiting for her at home during the length of their trip. Her pouting brought a smile to Aria’s lips. “It’s called scheduling darling,” Aria said doing her best impression of the fashionista. “Back when Mac was still in school he would plan his hunts on the weekend. Course we didn’t have Maddie back then, so it would usually take about a week to find out a monster appeared, find out where, and then plan to go get it. We never just went off half-cocked into the woods hoping things would work out. You girls have a lot to learn if you want to be monster hunters.” Rarity huffed, crossing her arms, “Well, I am thinking perhaps it’s not a profession for me then.” “Good, better to quit now then get killed later for being stupid.” Aria looks in the rear view, Rarity and Rainbow Dash her only remaining passengers. “That goes for both of you.” She told them pulling into Rarity’s driveway. Exiting the SUV Aria climbs into the cab of the truck as Sonata pulls up on the street. Sonata having already dropped off Twilight at home. “How’d it go?” Aria asks as Rainbow climbs in, squishing them all together. Sonata shrugs, “Well enough. Her brother and Dean Cadence were there to meet her. Cadence didn’t look too thrilled to see me though. Kind of understandable though. Might be best for us to stay away from her for a while, at least Adagio and I should. Cadence hasn’t met you yet, so your probably fine.” “That hell did you do when you and Adagio went undercover at Crystal prep?” “Nothing much, just made her confront her deepest darkest demons that she’d been suppressing for years.” “Lovely, I’m sure she’s a real fan of us after that. Bookworm is probably going to get a talking to now.” Aria laughs imaging how awkward it would be for everyone involved. “You two might want to keep your with us on the down low. Less Twilight is discouraged from hanging out with you by association with us.” “We don’t plan on making it a habit.” Rainbow grumbles as they pull up to her house. The rainbow hair girl gets out with a grunt and a harsh ‘thank you’ and stomps up to the door in a huff. “What the hell is shoved up her butt?” Sonata asks aloud, getting a shrug from her two passengers. “She’s probably just tired and mad about losing. Rainbow Dash hardly ever loses so she takes it kind of hard. She’ll spring back in a day or two.” Applejack said in her friend’s defense. She sat awkwardly between the two sirens as they pull away from Rainbows house. She’d have to explain to Granny why she was being dropped off and she couldn’t think of anything that made sense. As they drew closer to Granny’s urban farm. Applejack’s dread began to boil over, causing her stomach to clench uncomfortably. Things didn’t get better when she saw Granny rocking on the porch, her usual smiling wrinkle face turned into an upside down frown of worry, rage, and disappointment. She had missed an entire day of school. Granny was the lunch lady. She was not getting off the hook. “Aria, Sonata,” Granny said sternly when they pulled into the driveway. Her toning turning even harsher when her eyes fell upon Applejack, who was doing her best to sink into the seat. “Applejack.” “Hi, Granny… about today I…” “Get in the house, now!” Granny demanded. Applejack all but running through the screen door. Granny’s stern glare fell on the two sirens. Sonata looking a little shaken, while Aria remained cool head. The elder and the pink siren had silence exchange of wills. At the end, Granny relented and leaned back into her rocking chair. “Thanks for bringing her home.” “We’ll bring the truck back,” Aria said, but Granny shook her head. “Keep it for a bit. Applejack won’t be using it for a while.” There was a gasp from inside the house, but nothing more after another stern glare from Granny. The sirens wave goodbye and pull away from the drive. Leaving Applejack’s fate in the hands of the angry Grandmother. Ferocious poured over the files that littered his desk. At least that’s what he would usually be doing when he was at his desk. Tonight, preciously at nine thirty at night, he was staring at his smartphone. He wasn’t playing a game or looking not safe for work material. He was staring at the missed call from this morning at ten from Luna. He’d left his phone on his desk at that time. Commissioner Thorax made them go to another seminar about who knows what, something about physic help for police officers that had used their firearm in the line of duty. He stopped listening after the third time he was forced to see the department shrink. He was of the same mind about all the feely, hold your hand crap as Vice Commissioner Pharynx, Commissioner Thorax’s older brother, they were a waste of time. Seems like they were in more meetings about policing, then doing actual policing. What a great use of the people’s tax dollars. Also, he didn’t know why the Detectives had to attend meetings for patrol officers. How was he expected to get cases done? Well, not staring at his phone might be a good start. “Bro, you’ve been staring at your phone for ten minutes. Have some subtlety. At least try to make it look like you’re working.” Stryker Six said handing him a fresh cup of coffee. “What’s bugging you? Don’t like suspecting the godchild’s friends for assault? Keep this up and the chief will take us off the Gilda case.” “Of course, I don’t like it. But hail coming from nowhere and attacking one girl specifically? That can only be the work of… you know what. And unfortunately, those girls are the only ones with you know what, that would have reason to attack Gilda.” He and Stryker were the supernatural detectives of the department. Not that there was such a thing, but that was their nickname as they usually go to the strange cases. So, they had to keep their magic and the fact magic exists on the down low. At least if they wanted to keep slipping by the physic tests. Stryker nods, agreeing with his logic while taking a bite of his sandwich. “Can’t argue that. But we both know there are more than just those six. The three sirens are back in town, running Nico’s old Apple stand no less. Rumor is Mac got a little frisky with the orange fluffy haired one. Not a bad catch really. Minus them once being evil and trying to kill us and Nico. But they seem to be playing nice now. There’s no proof, but that Rainbow Dash girl would probably be the one with the most motive to attack Gilda. We have no proof but throw in magic… maybe she did it by accident?” “I don’t know if that makes it worse or better,” Ferocious laments leaning back in his chair. With the Cloudsdale slaughter case, he hasn’t had time to go talk to the girls like he told AJ he would. Now there was the alleyway attack case. Things were starting to pile up. “Hey, look alive, the Vice Commissioner is coming,” Stryker said shaking him upright. He and Pharynx may share the same feeling about meetings, but the Vice Commissioner was strict when it comes to posture and decorum. Probably from his military background. Pharynx was an army ranger till three years ago. The dark green man stood rigidly before them as if expecting him to stand and salute him, only after several seconds pass did he relax and remember where he was. “You two, Commissioners office, now.” Looking beside themselves the two quickly stand and follow Pharynx to his brother’s office. Which was strange now that they thought about it. Two brothers running the same department as the number one and two guys? How did that happen? Stepping into the office they were greeted by the presence of their bright green Commissioner sitting at his desk with two individuals in front of it. One male, one female. The male was a big and stocky, grey/green skin tone, a bald head, and fiery orange sideburns. He was the Governor, Torch. The woman beside him was tall, slender, pitch black skin, and sickly green/blue hair. Attorney General of the City of Canterlot, Chrysalis. Also, Thorax’s and Pharynx’s mother. This can’t be good. “Is there something you need chief?” Ferocious asked uncertainly. His eyes darting between the two political figures seated before him. Stryker gave him a wary glance, his partner’s hands twitching, reaching for the firearms that weren’t there. Thorax clears his throat, “Governor Torch and Mother… I mean Attorney General Chrysalis, would like to speak to you two.” “Yes, yes, Thorax here speaks highly of your work when at our social gathering.” Torch said boomingly, his voice like thunder and his handshake was killer. His hand literary engulfing Ferocious’s when they shook. “Isn’t that right Chrissy?” The Attorney General turned up her nose at the governor, who only laughed at the response. “Yes, your case records, while not spotless are closed at a much higher rate than others. In plain terms you two get results. Your personal records are… blurry at best. Both of you have countless assaults listed from when you were minors and things didn’t really get much better when you became adults. Lots of not illegal, but not legal dealings in your past. Especially your Mr. Ferocious, your parents’ records are spotty at best. None the less you are two good-natured detectives with no accounts of corruption, with lots of street connects. So please, keep that in mind with what we about to say.” “And what is that?” Ferocious asked pointy. Wanting to cut to the chase. Pharynx hands them a folder. Inside were five mug shots of five girls and a laundry list of offenses. The five were from Firehorn, one of the sub-districts of Canterlot. A very rough sub-district. “We are closing the Gilda case. These five girls have pleaded to the crime.” Chrysalis states, much to the surprise of the two detectives. From her sly grin and the glee in her eyes, they knew the girls didn’t so much plea guilty, as they were forced to. “Tomorrow morning the Canterlot Times will post the story. Girls caught and admit to revenge crime on Gilda Griffon. They used homemade chunks of ice, thinking they would dissolve fast enough to destroy any evidence. The freak hailstorm was just that. A freak of nature that helped cover up their crime. Their motive was their defeat to Gilda and her team a week prior.” “Sounds like you have everything figured out. Makes me wonder why you need us.” Ferocious states staring the attorney down. “Oh, trust me, we need you. We need you focusing all your efforts on the Cloudsdale Slaughter Case. That is to be your focus. Get to the bottom of it and if you can’t, make one. I have over a dozen families of officers and civilians hounding me for answers I don’t have. And they don’t believe the bear attack shit, so don’t even dare bring that to my desk.” Chrysalis hissed, briefly revealing her oversized canine teeth. She quickly composed herself and offered her arm to the Mayor, who took it. “Now we will take our leave. We have a press conference in the morning. We expect answers, soon.” The two political figures leave the room and the air lightens. “So, I’m guessing you two take after your dad?” Ferocious jokes awkwardly, receiving a sigh and glare from the brothers. “Mom’s not perfect, but she gets results.” Pharynx said defensively. “Even they are a bit sketchy she ensures there’s justice served and criminals getting sentenced. Maybe not for crimes they did, but they still committed something.” “Like these girls.” “They’ve done this kind of thing before. They got a reduced sentence for pleading the crime. Gilda’s parents are satisfied that her attackers are being taken to justice and the five are serving their sentence. That’s it. You two just focus on your case.” Ferocious snorts, the temperature rising in the room as wisps of steam rose from his hands. A quick hard nudge from Stryker brought him back to his senses. Quickly Feri cooled his boiling blood before something caught fire. “You ok with this, Chief?” Thorax laid his head on his hands, visibly sighing, his body slouching completely. The young Commissioner looking much older than his age. “Not really, but in terms of priority the Cloudsdale case is more pressing than a high school soccer game.” Ferocious nods, looking crossly at the two brothers. “Alright, I get it. We’ll find your scapegoats then.” “That’s not what we’re asking Ferocious.” But Thorax couldn’t keep the shame from his tone. The two detectives walk out of the room with no more words to say to their superiors. “So, what are we going to do?” Stryker asked him as they sat down at their desks. “A person matching Mac’s profile was at both incidences. From the report, the officers at the scene were running interference. A non-local might look at him with suspicion.” “That’s not going to happen,” Ferocious said firmly. Grabbing his mouse Ferocious clicked open the Cloudsdale file on his computer and pulls up a list of the officers at the scene. “Red Alert was the officer in charge at the scene. Let’s talk to him, while we’re at it, look up any fledgling gangs in the area. They might be useful.” “Giving the boys at the bar some work to do? That’s risky. Running gangs out of town with the Bike club. Someone could get killed, again.” Stryker warned, none the less he went to work on his own computer. “I don’t like it either, but we gotta keep things from getting worse. We never know what evil will show up next.” Blood swirled down the drain, mixing with the shower water as Rainbow Dash staggers out of the shower stall. Her hand firmly over her chest. She leans on the sink, bile rising in her throat as she pukes into the sink. Her body shivering from the action. As the steam in the rooms clears though, she is greeted by the sight of black vile in the sink. She staggers away, falling on her ass to the floor as her breathing hitches. Black vile pours over the sink falling to the floor. Dozens of tiny little black snakes slither towards her and she panics. Rainbow Dash crawls across the wet floor, slipping on water and blood as the wound in her chest aches. She reaches for the doorknob, pain flaring in her legs as the snakes bit into her ankles! She screams! Grabbing the snakes and attempting to rib them off her body. More snakes slither up her naked body, biting her as they climbed higher and higher. Black veins appear on her blue skin, spreading throughout her entire body. She let out one loud terrified scream and then slumps over, falling against the door to the ground. The little snakes release their jaws. Slithering off the young girl’s body and pooling together to form one big black snake with pink eyes. The snake hisses, licking its tongue on Rainbow’s cheek. She wakes up and offers her arm to the snake. The snake’s mouth opened with a happy hiss as it wrapped its self around the girl’s arm. Rainbow Dash stands up and walks over to the mirror overlooking the sink. The black veins on her body disappear beneath her skin, the snake around her arm lengthening and wrap its tail around her waist to cover her privates. She stares at her own reflection. She looked normal, except for two things. The first was the small silver lightning bolt shaped gem embedded between her breasts and second were her eyes. The once pink irises were now cloudy and grey like the coming storm. Raising her hand Rainbow snaps her fingers. All the blood and vile vanishing. Rainbow steps out of the bathroom and flops into her bed with a devious smile as the snake coils around her body. “Come to mommy, my little Ebony. We have much to do together.”