When his aunties left, Butters looked at the strange pony in front of him. He was weird-looking, but just another pony to Butters, who didn't really discriminate. If it had hooves and talked, it was a pony. This ranged from brown ponies with long ears and no butt pictures and ponies with no horns and wings, but with butt pictures, to yellow ponies who were really tall and had brown spots, but no butt pictures and grey, hairless ponies with two horns on their noses, also with no butt pictures.
The pony in front of him had wings like a buzzer, legs full of holes, and a shell like a shiny buzzer. His horn was crooked, and he had one-more-than-one small sharp biters like a meow-meow. His peepers were like a meow-meow's too, just like the night guards, except tree-hair colored instead of gold.
Butters decided to administer the test.
Looking the funny pony in the peepers, he curled his head around and started licking his butt, still looking straight at him.
***
Stag watched as Butters licked his butt, maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was... very uncomfortable, but he would endure.
"So... Butters... what do you like to do?"
The bald alicorn began barking.
...This would be difficult.
***
Mandible and Silkworm were confused.
Rather than punishing them, Atjour had set the two royal foals on a cushion each. In front of them was a screen with a picture of a... "heavy" grey unicorn stallion in armor. The green mare held a pointer. Silkworm spoke first.
"Miss Atjour? Why are we here?"
The green mare smiled, then spoke.
"While I can tell you two consider yourselves to be good at humiliating others, you lack finesse. There is an art to this, and I intend to teach you the basics at the very least." She pointed to the stallion.
"Now, children, the first thing you must learn is how to pick your target correctly. Note this individual. Notice his fat body, low intelligence, and overall fact he looks like a failure. there is a name for this type of target, but we'll just call him Bastion."
"Bastion is an easy enough target. He has many areas that can be hit with projectiles such as pies or water balloons, he can be easily tricked by food set out as bait, and he can be subjected to simple insults. There are other ways, such as psychological manipulation and blackmail, but those take years to perfect, so the two of you need to stick to the basics. I want the both of you to suggest an idea. Silkworm?"
The filly put a hoof to her chin, thinking.
"Well, he's scared of you, right? We could cover his bed in pictures of you..." Mandible interrupted.
"But we can't leave obvious evidence, Silky! We need to get him another way. Look how chubby he is. What we need to do is somehow lure him into the kitchen, then frame him so the medical staff imposes a strict diet on him!"
Atjour blinked. The colt caught on quickly. She felt a little proud of him. It was a good plan. She spoke.
"I want you two to work together on how to execute Mandible's plan. Bring the plan here tomorrow at this exact time. And make sure you've memorized it, because it will need to be burned after I go over it. No evidence, like Mandible said."