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// 8. A Dastardly Commission (ft. Rarity, Twilight, Trixie) 
// Story: Slices of Life 
// by Monochromatic 
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Twilight “Supernova” Sparkle was widely regarded as Equestria’s most reviled, feared super-villain. There was a time when she was considered to be a good, outstanding citizen, but ever since the [REDACTED], she’d chosen villainy as her lifestyle. 

As did her friends—if reluctantly—because the six friends were, as Rainbow Dash had put it, ‘ride or die or become a laser-toting supervillain sidekick, I guess”. 

But, right now, Twilight had to deal with an unexpected kidnapping. 

BOOM!

Dust and debris flew everywhere as Twilight flew into the lair of her greatest rival and found herself in the dungeons. 

“Well, well, well!” a voice said, and from the dust emerged a pale blue unicorn wearing the exact same magician outfit she wore before turning evil. “If it isn’t the pathetic Supernova! What brings you to see…” She paused, took a breath, and then yelled out, “The Grrrrreat and Viiiiillainous Trrrrrrixieeeee!”

“Cut the crap, Trixie!” Twilight snapped, her horn crackling with magic. “Where is she?”

Trixie laughed, coyly. “She? Trixie doesn’t know who—Oh!” Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “You mean this?!”

She pulled down a lever, and a platform lowered towards them. On it, Twilight was upset to see not just Rarity stranded within a cage, but Rarity looking determined as she used a sewing machine. 

The unicorn, surprised, looked around and upon noticing Twilight, frowned. “Oh dear. I didn’t think you’d rescue me so soon.” She bit her lip, looked at her work, and then back to Twilight. “Can you come back in about an hour or so, darling?”

“W-What?!” Twilight gasped, bewildered. “Rarity, what are you—?!”

“It’s over for you, Supernova!” Trixie interrupted with a great and evil laugh. “Now it will be ME who wears fashionably evil costumes, not you! BwahahahaHA!”

“Rarity!” Twilight exclaimed, beside herself with anger. She didn’t actually care about costumes, but she cared about her sidekick doing work for her enemy. “Why are you making her a costume at all?!”

Rarity was already back to work. 

“She’s paying me,” she said, nonchalantly. “A lot.”

Twilight stepped back. “What?!” She looked to Trixie, appalled. “You’re paying her?! That’s not evil!”

Her rival nodded solemnly. “Trixie may kill ponies, but Trixie respects the work of self-made artisans.”

“And you accepted her commission?!” Twilight demanded of Rarity.

Rarity shrugged. “Well, darling, it’s not as if you’re paying me, and my reputation as your sidekick isn’t exactly getting me any other type of client.” She turned her sights towards Trixie. “Why don’t we schedule a kidnapping for next week? I’d like for you to use it for a few days to see if we need to make some adjustments.”

“Trixie is bombing banks this week, but she has Thursday afternoon free.”

“Fabulous!”

“RARITY!”