//------------------------------// // The other Night // Story: Unforgotten // by Riddle-Me-Think //------------------------------// I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Walking through the streets of Ponyville, Roma still could not stop from having a rather pleased smile on her lips. It was a smile that somewhat scared the ponies around her, since the smile had an edge of mischief. She didn't care though, the image of the might Malek heir —rouge or not— being dragged away by his date, was hilarious to the mare. It’s not blackmailing material, but it’s still funny, Roma snickered while she approached the Carousel Boutique. By the sight of the open sign, the tomato vender knew Rarity was home. Which also meant she could get a show and a meal. Raising her hoof and slamming the door open without much care to any damage done, Roma strutted right in, looking all around herself. She had to admit, Rarity had a knack for making clothes, even if ponies rarely wore any at all. There was however, something missing. Frowning her brows, Roma noticed a distinct lack of a certain marshmallow mare, or the yelling that came after she nearly busts the door off it’s hinges. Blinking a few times, Roma first closed the door with less force and started to look for Rarity. She didn't have to scour the place, able to feel a steady steam of irritation and repulsion. Wow, I’ve tasted her irritation before, but that repulsion’s really… Opening her mouth and breathing in deeply, Roma could not help but exhale with a slightly glazed eyes and a bit of drool, …Delectable… Quickly shaking her head and wiping her mouth, Roma refocused her mind, trying to ignore the rather alluring emotions she was able to taste. Keep your head straight mare, something’s up with Rarity for me to taste her feelings from here. Pushing her way up the stairs that lead to the unicorns workroom. It was here that the mare stopped and looked at the room with some caution. There was some serious amount of anger boiling in the room she knew Rarity was in, but Roma wasn't sure if she should enter yet. Yes, she was confident in taking any frustration dished out, but at the same time nervous. Geez, what’s got miss prissy all worked up? Roma may have irritated the mare more then once to get a nice meal, but the amount of emotions that had built up were a bit concerning. Snorting, Roma pushed those thoughts aside and lifted her hoof, knocking on the door forcibly, calling, “Yo marshmallow, ya in there?” A new well of frustration seemed to swell near the door, and Rarity growled, “Not now Roma! I am not in the mood for any of your shenanigans this evening.” Followed by a small hiss and ripping of fabric. The earth mare lifted a brow at that, honestly not expecting such a venomous response. Deciding a new form of attack, Roma said “Aw come on marshmallow, I can model for you if ya want. Got nothin’ else ta do.” Shrugging at the end, knowing how bored she would feel for the rest of her empty day. A grunt sounded on the other side of the door, and heavy hoof steps sounded from the other side. When the handle was turned and the door opened, Roma felt herself stock still at the now released wave of anger and frustration spill form the room. Poking her head out was Rarity, her red glasses askew and mane with hairs out of place. With a controlled voice, Rarity said “Roma, I will ask you politely now to—” Stopping mid sentence as her furious glare turning into slight concern, “Ah, Roma…are you alright?” Standing there and looking mesmerized, Roma seemed to look on with glazed over eyes and mouth open, a bit of drool slipping out of her mouth. Though Rarity cringed slightly at the drool, she pushed her current frustration to the side to cautiously poke the earth mare. As if snapped out of a dream, Roma seemed to return to her senses and wipe her mouth about after noticing the drool saying, “Oh, fine, I’m fine!” Trying to get her head focused on Rarity and not the emotions that were beaconing for her to feed on. Still with a slight fidget though, Roma asked, “So… what’s up? You didn't come down when I made my grand entrance.” Rarity gave the mare in-front of her a wary look, not liking the rather hungry look in Roma’s eyes. “I rather not say.” Trying her best not to back away as her senses were telling her to, “I would appreciate it if you would leave though. I don't feel up to catering to guests this evening, being in a foul mood that I am.” Waving a hoof, Roma told, “Na, foul moods fine.” Giving a smile saying, “In fact, use me to vent on!” Pushing her way into the room. “What— Wait, I don’t agree to this!” Rarity protested, trying to hold back the much stronger pony that was easily pushing her way in. “I’m a mess, and really need to get to work—” Using more force —but not enough to harm the unicorn— Roma was able to force the door open, and make the other mare to back up to regain her balance. Trotting to the center of the room and gorging on the lingering anger in the room, Roma told, “And I don't give a pluck.” Sitting down in the center of the room and giving Rarity a look of stubbornness. Before Rarity could open her mouth, Roma cut off with a raised hoof, “Just hear me out for a moment.” Successfully stopping the unicorn from speaking. Seeing the pony comply, Roma crossed her forelimbs saying, “Listen, I’m a changeling. That means I wont mind you venting your frustration on me. Shell, I encourage it!” Getting a shocked look from Rarity. “I came to have just a chat, but after tasting these feelings your giving off…” The earth mare shook her head and gulped loudly, trying to keep the saliva in her mouth, “No, I’m not leaving you to stew 'ere and make a… rather tasty mixture of frustration... and anger…” Rarity actually looked a bit worried at how Roma seemed to drag out her words after saying ‘stew’, as if she was starving. But recalling what she knew of changelings from Twilight, and how Roma seemed to look at her with some hunger… Oh dear…. Roma seems to have a taste for anger. Rarity concluded to herself, now starting to draw up a conclusion why Roma seemed to make her angry so often. The little discovery made the seamstress back away some in uncertainty. But seeing Roma just sit in place and looking dazed, Rarity knew she wasn't removing the pony from her house. Roma was brought out of her slightly zoned out state when Rarity cleared her throat, saying, “Well, knowing you and your stubbornness, there wont be anything I can do or say to make you leave?” Getting a quick nod from the changeling. With a drawn out sigh, Rarity nodded, “Fine, you can stay.” Wandering to some fabrics and using her magic to pick up a photo. Flashing the photo before Roma, Rarity told, “Here, change into this pony. I’m trying to make some custom dresses for her.” Barely finishing her sentence before Roma flashed into the pony in the photo. Roma in her temporary new form, gave her body a look over. It was slim and held the qualities of a super model, having a groomed pale-yellow coat and long flowing mane and tail with blue and yellow stripes. Raising a brow and nodding at the body, Roma turned her eyes back to Rarity and said in a much smother voice, “So, what’s buggin’ ya so much?” Completely losing it’s fines with her normal tone. Rarity could not help but flinch at how Roma completely destroyed Sandy Grace’s poise and mannerism just moments of being in her body. The mare was a nice pony, and very proper in her eyes. To see Roma just disgrace this image she had of her, it was slightly painful. Seeing as Roma was still waiting for her response, Rarity cleared her voice telling, “Ah, yes well…” Calming for a moment to start making new measurements and readying to use her new model, “I’m… rather bent over events few days ago.” Keeping a facade of calm while seething inside. Roma had to make some conscious effort to not salvage at the once more bubbling emotions that Rarity began to once more build up, saying, “Really now, an’ why’s that?” Almost sounding a little disinterested. Knowing that the mare was only trying to edge her on, Rarity considered spiting her by staying calm as always. However, the changeling expressed that she wanted Rarity to go on and vent on her, apparently wanting her anger. But I can not just lose face and vent out like a foal! Rarity argued with herself, that would be very unlady like of me, and immature. Still, the idea to just let her feeling run lose for once did sound appealing. “The other day, a stallion came into the boutique and was able to work up the courage to ask me out.” Slightly fixing her glasses, Rarity began to trace out the lines needed before taking up some scissors to cut out each peace. Taking them and lining them up with the places they ought to be with her living model, Rarity continued, “He seemed charming enough, and maybe a little shy at asking. So, I decided to humor the stallion and accept his offer for a date, starting the next evening.” Roma listened in, keeping track of each word, while also feeling the emotions coming from Rarity. However, the mare could tell that Rarity was trying to bottle those feelings up, and not letting them flow out as much. Though she was a little frustrated that the unicorn was holding back, Roma figured that she would pop at some point. “The next day, after having the most pleasant time with my friends, I readied for my date.” Rarity seems to reminisce, taking the dress pieces and begin to put them together with a thread and needle, “Oh, I readied myself nicely darling. I went with a rather bold red of a dress, and went for a few golden accessories for my mane.” Smiling at the thought. Though she continued to smile, Roma could feel Rarity’s feelings turn sour, saying, “It went off so nice too. Picking me up, taking me to dinner and passing a few flattering words…” This is where Roma saw the fist crack in Rarity’s mask appear in the form of a slight twitch of her smile, “Then he had the gall to ask if I was into other mares…” Clenching her teeth as this was said. Roma discreetly licked her lips, feeling the rage build up again as Rarity began to sew other parts together with a new thread, now sporting a sickly sweet smile. “I did try to tell him I was not that kind of lady, but his apparent confidence in catching my attention apparently went to his head.” Done with sewing some of the dress together, Rarity harshly speared the needle into a little heart shaped pillow, “He wanted me to join this herd he was putting together.” The utter calmness the sophisticated mare had was heavily laced with her repulsion. Raising a brow, Roma asked, “An’ ya have something against herds?” A little curious to know. Shaking her head, Rarity denied, “Oh, not at all darling. A pony can chose who they love and if they wish to share.” Lifting the dress before her eyes saying, “But the way this…degenerate stallion was suggesting to me!” At this, Rarity shakily placed the dress down and bared her teeth, “It was a complete disgrace and scandalous suggestion on his part!” Narrowing her eyes some, Roma asked, “So, he basically wanted you for your body and not you?” “Yes.” Rarity hissed to herself, “He only wanted some trophy to add to his collection, and I saw it long before he said it.” Huffing to herself and began to go through her threads once again, “I decided to excuse myself, not wanting to mix with his likes.” And violently shook her head, “I've met many respectable enough stallions in this town, this is the first time I met a degenerate the likes him!” Watching Rarity slip into silence, Roma waited, able to feel that the steam that was built up was touching the top. Roma could tell Rarity could blow at any moment, but was apparently trying to keep a lid on her emotions. Knowing that she would get lashed for this, Roma went ahead and poked the hornets nest, both wanting the hate that was just under the surface, and knowing bottled up feelings could not be good for a pony. “So what, you got up, went your merry way while he smiled and waved?” Roma joked, hoping the small joke would release the flood gates. Rarity was silent for a while before saying, “No.” In and eerie calm voice, “No he didn’t.” The changeling actually felt concern when Rarity’s emotions began to move erratically, having plenty of anger and disgust, but also something else mixing in. As hungry as she was for the rage and hate, Roma felt very concerned with this sudden change in Rarity. “He tried to touch me Roma.” Making the changeling prick her ears up at these words while hissing, “He offered to cancel that date and walk me home.” Showing slight signs of trembling, “T-then when we got to my home, he tried to force me!” Roma felt herself jump when Rarity slammed her hoof onto her desk, letting out muffled sobs of anger and fear, “A lady know’s how to protect herself, but Celestia Roma, he actually tried to take something from me there! In my own home” Sounding a little hysterical at the end. Roma was right in how to open the floodgates, but what was coming out was more then she bargained for, and the fear was ruining her apatite. But what was more concerning was that Rarity was saying, making her hackles rise, saying in a low tone, “He tried what?” Changing back into her normal pony form. Rarity only shook and trembled in place, her work forgotten and sobs racking her body. Advancing on the mare, Roma asserted, “Rarity, what did he do!” Grabbing the white unicorn to turn her around— and suddenly get stuck in a vice grip and sobbing. “He tried to force himself on me!” Rarity broke down, burying her face into the other mare’s coat, “He tried to violate me, take advantage of me— I was almost raped!” Then broke down into more sobs of frustration, pain and fear. The violent mare looked down with wide and completely shocked eyes. She had no idea what to do, what to say. Shell, what did one even say to something like this? “I-I—” Roma tried to get out, but not sure what to still say, before trying, “Sparkles, what about her… And-and your friends?” Latching on with this new line of thought, “Why don't they know?” Hugging the tan mare tighter, Rarity spoke, “Know? Know!” Once more getting hysterical, “I-I-I-I, no! I mean, they— I’m fine, I defended myself!” Roughly gripping and ripping the babbling mare off herself, Roma asserted with a loud yell, “Rarity, get a hold of yourself!” Letting go of one shoulder to harshly hit the floor, hoping the slam might jar the pony's mind into focusing. Roma then slightly cringed at snapping of the wooden floor, hitting it with enough force to punch through and making a hoof size hole by accident. It did however, do the trick, snapping Rarity out her panicked and emotional state and slowly glancing down and seeing the new damage to her floor. Sighing and trying to speak more gently, Roma asked, “Why didn't you go to your friends about this?” Trying to get to the bottom of Rarity’s actions. Still in slight shock, the seamstress stammered, “I-I…I was scared….” Breathing as calmly as she could, “I was scared of telling somepony and getting that stallions attention. Even when I defended myself, he threatened me… he threatened them!” Once more starting to tremble. Though still unsure, Roma did put her hooves around Rarity and said in a tender voice she had not used in years, “It’s alright Rarity.” Patting the unicorn's back, whom began to once more sob into her chest, “It’s alright.” Slowly rocking left to right and closing her eyes. When the vendors eyes opened again, her pony irises glowed a harsh red, as she promised, “Your not alone. You don't have to be scared.” While also thinking, This is getting out into the grapevine, and when it does, it’s going to reach Twilight, and Masquerade, those twins and every changeling in this town! Narrowing her eyes Roma promised to herself, when we find that guy, I’m going to be the first to remove his male pride. Still trying to calm the seamstress, Roma asked, “Is there more?” Trying to stay tender for the mare— no… trying to give tender comfort to her friend in her hooves. With a weak nod, Rarity shakily told, “C-Cinder Lock. His name is Cinder Lock…” Gripping Roma tighter while saying with tightly closed eyes, “I…I think he’s doing the same to other mares too, Roma…” Roma returned the grip, assuring herself that this stallion was a deadpony walking. Even while she thought of all the things she would do this Cinder Lock, Roma continued to gently rock the distraught unicorn in her hooves. Roma remained with Rarity for a few hors after that, merely keeping the mare in her protective embrace. Though she hated the taste, Roma did what she could to ease the white mares pain and fear, feeding off of it along with her disgust and anger. But after a few hours of this, Rarity eventually feel asleep, a combination of emotionally exhausting herself, and Roma trying to drain what negative emotions she could at the time. Now mostly alone, Roma continued to hold Rarity in her hooves, greatly concerned for the mare and what had happened days ago. She wanted to go out and find this Cinder Lock, tell the other changelings of this transgression and make the stallion pay in full. But another side of her, one that had remained dormant since her clans fall, had her stay in place. I can’t leave her like this. Roma sighed, being more gentle then she had ever been as a pony to lift Rarity off the ground and onto her back. With slow and carful steps, Roma navigated the halls and went into Rarity’s room, depositing the mare under the covers. Looking to the sleeping mare, Roma could not help but frown at the smeared eyeshadow and makeup that had been ruined from the unicorns crying. With a glance around, the vendor looked for something to clean the unicorns face off with. A quick trip down the hall and into the bathroom provided a washrag, and some water to help clean up Rarity’s face. Almost reaching the fashion mare’s room, Roma had to stop as a young and slightly squeaky voice called out, “Rarity, I’m back from school!” Followed by the closing of the front door. Roma had to sigh, knowing that Rarity’s baby sister was back, and would no doubt want to know where her older sister was. Must be one of those days Marshmallow’s folks cant keep an eye on the kid. The tan mare mused to herself, making her way to the stairs to meet Sweetie Belle. Apparently the young filly had the same idea of going up those same steps to find her sister. She looked a bit lost when her older sister had not responded to her call, and was climbing the steps calling, “Rarity, where are—” “Pipe down kid.” Roma cut the filly off, making her jump and look up to the top where Roma stood, “Your sis is taking a snooze. Might want to keep it down.” Looking confused, but nodding, Sweetie Belle asked, “Did she do another all night workload, Roma?” A little concerned her sister was again pushing herself to keep up with her workload. Shaking her head, Roma told, “Nah, marshmallow’s…” Pausing to think of something, “Marshmallow’s dealing with stuff.” Trying to leave it at that. Feeling more concern build inside the filly, Roma smirked, “Hey, don’t worry, I got this kid. Your sister will be up and being her ever prissy self in no time.” Putting up the most convincing smile she could. It didn't completely work on the small filly though, who was use to Rarity’s own fake smiles and could tell something was wrong. One did not live with a pony like Rarity and not learn certain social queues that most would miss. Still, Sweetie Belle only nodded and went with believing the older mare, seeing as she dint know what was going on. Looking to the wet rag in the earth mare’s hoof, she asked, “Roma, why do you have a washrag?” Rolling her eyes, Roma told, “Marshmallow’s makeup got a bit smudged up before falling asleep. Thought I’d clean it off her face before she throws a fit when she looks at a mirror.” Slightly smiling at the end, almost wishing to see something like that happen. Still worried, the white filly asked, “Can I come with?” Blinking and thinking about it, Roma gestured with her head for Sweetie to follow, “Sure thing kid. This way.” Not all that concerned about letting the small pony come with. Jumping up the last few steps and following the tan mare, Sweetie Belle could not help but give a curious gaze to the earth pony and ask, “So what happened? I know Rarity always washes her makeup off before getting any sleep.” Roma wanted to wince at the question, wishing Rarity didn't have such a aware filly around her home. Casting a glance to Sweetie Belle’s somewhat innocent eyes, Roma grimaced “Stuff kid, adult stuff.” The filly looked down at being rejected any definitive answers, but accepted what she got. Something happened to her sister and Roma was apparently looking after her for a bit. Looking down a little, Sweetie Belle once more asked, “Does this mean I can't stay the week with Rarity?” Stopping at Rarity’s door, Roma gave a confused look to the filly asking, “What would make you ask that?” A little thrown off by the question. Lightly scuffing the floor, Sweetie Belle told, “I asked mom and dad if I could visit Rarity this week. They were okay with it, and so was Rarity because she dint have much work…” Not finishing due to her growing disappointment. Taking her hoof off the door and using an extra amount of care to gently place it on the filly’s head, Roma ruffled Sweetie’s mane saying, “Kid, I think you’re what Rarity’s going to need for a bit.” Making the smaller pony glance up to the older mare, “She’s had to go through something rough, and having a caring sister might help her feel better.” “R-really?” Sweetie Belle asked, not sure to feel excited at staying, or happy she could do something for her sister, something only she could do. With a confident smile, Roma told, “You bet’cha shortcake.” Getting a small giggle from the filly. Letting her smile turn more somber, Roma lifted her hoof away from the filly’s head and opened the seamstress’s room door, quietly walking in with the smaller pony. Reaching Rarity’s sleeping form, Roma lifted the damp rag she had and carefully removed the ruined makeup. Beside her, Sweetie Belle’s once lightened mood quickly disappear at how ruined her sisters makeup was. From being around her sister so much, the young filly could tell the makeup was ruined by crying, mostly by how it ran down the cheeks. Even after she removed most of the makeup, Roma could feel Sweetie Belle’s concern build again, and slowly told, “I’m going to be staying around for a while.” Getting the filly’s attention, “But I also need to go out and talk to some ponies about some things.” Turning her head to the young unicorn, Roma asked, “Think you can stay here and make sure your sister is alright when she wakes up?” Getting a affirming nod from the filly, Roma said with a smirk, “That'a girl.” Finishing on removing a few more smudges before starting to leave for the door. Before she left though, Roma stopped and called back, “And Sweetie Belle.” Getting the unicorn filly to look at her again as she told in a serous tone, “I don't want you to let anypony in. Only Rarity’s close friends, myself, and those three changelings, Ivory, Ebony and Masquerade. Got it?” Getting a stiff nod from the filly, Roma gave an approving smile saying, “Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Hold down the fort till then.” Leaving out the door and leaving the filly behind. After Roma left, Sweetie Belle looked back to her sister’s sleeping form, unable to help but feel worry. Something had happened to her sister, but Roma wasn't telling her what happened. Looking around a little, Sweetie Belle crouched down a little before jumping up and onto the bed. Maneuvering carefully on the soft sheets, the smaller filly pawed at the blanket to get under it before curling up next to Rarity. Using her smaller hooves, she pulled one of her sisters forelimbs to herself, gently hugging it and wanting to give any comfort she could before falling asleep herself. In a slightly unconscious act, Rarity put her hooves around the warm body close by, cuddling it like she would a teadybear. Sitting in some boredom and in a friendly room was Masquerade, who was watching Twilight excitedly go over different subjects of magic with Daisy. The pink mare had changed into a unicorn body, wanting to practice what spells she could with Twilight’s guidance. Lily was also close by, listening in mild interest of what was being taught by their residential scholar. She joined in at times, curious to know more about the magical theorems being told and their workings. Rose was not anywhere near enthusiastic as Lily or Daisy were, and chose to laze about right next to the only stallion in the area. She was equally as bored as the stallion apparently was, who had slowly slid down to lay down and start taking a nap nearly halfway through the first lesson. Twilight had apparently decided to plan out three different study seasons during her visit, first highlighting the basics, with the following two applying those basics. The stillness and borden was shattered though, when powerful and loud bangs where sounded from the front door. Without any prodding from the others, Rose got up and wandered to the front door, opening it up before being shoved to the side. “Mask, Twilight, we need to talk now!” Roma called in without even apologizing to the pony she had just shoved into the wall. Speaking of said pony, Rose pushed away from the wall and glared at the other mare, “Hay, what gives Roma?” Plenty angry for being so harshly treated. Roma turned to retort at the cream colored mare, before a now alert Masquerade called, “Roma, what’s gotten you worked up?” Making sure to get the tomato vendor to looking in his direction before she acted rashly. With a furious glare, Roma growled, “I need a message sent out into the grapevine, and now.” Locking her gaze onto Daisy pointing, “You like to be head of that stuff, right flower girl?” Not waiting for a response and pointing out the door, “I need you to go out there and start telling the other changelings, now.” Standing form her spot at the coffee table, Taillight put up a hoof, trying to calm the earth mare with, “Roma, calm down. What’s wrong and gotten you so upset.” Twilight felt herself taking a step back when Roma looked to her with an intense glare, hissing out, “Twilight, there is a pony in this town that is going to die soon.” The absolute coldness in the pony’s tone made a shiver run through the unicorns body. Masquerade was already up and by Twilight’s side when Roma was showing aggression towards the lavender mare, but could tell Twilight was not the real target. In a commanding tone, Mask ordered, “Roma, calm yourself and tell us what happened.” Able to tell something bad had happened to get the Ponyville’s most aggressive changeling to become so worked up. With barely contained rage, Roma growled, “Rarity was almost raped.” Already getting the attention from those in the room, “She defended herself, but she’s an absolute mess. I have her sister keeping an eye on her now, but I want this Cinder Lock found!” The name nudged at Twilight’s mind, able to remember the name from five days back. Wait, isn't that the name to the stallion Rarity was going to date that night!? Having a feeling dread wash through her body. Pushing down her fear, Twilight got in-front of Roma asking, “What?! When, how?!” Absolutely concerned for her friend's wellbeing. “Wait, Sweetie Belle's with her now, back at her home?” Nodding, Roma said, “Yeah, I’m heading back there after the news get’s out. I’m not leaving her and her sister alone until that perverted scum is caught!” Snarling at the end and glaring out the window. “Consider it done Roma.” Daisy called from where she was getting up, “Me and the girls will spread the word, maybe tell the mayor about this—” “NO!” Roma shouted, surprising the others, “This guy already threatened Marshmallow’s friends. If word of what he did got out, then he'll target one of them. I want this handled by us changelings!” Stomping her hoof down to she she was not budging on the subject. Shaking her head, Twilight protested, “B-but we can’t do that, as citizens of Equestria—” Stopping her words when a black hoof was placed on her back, making her look to it, then to Masquerade’s green eyes. “Twillight, I know you want to do things officially, but when the changelings hear about this, they are not going to let this go.” Sighing a moment to think, telling her, “I’m under Luna’s authority. That means if I were to take responsibility, then the changelings can act through me to stop this threat.” Twilight wanted to continue to argue about this, but had to stop and consider something. One of the reasons she threw that party and show all of the changelings to Ponyville, was so they could do what they felt they needed to. Protect their home, without out fear of being seen as monsters that needed to be removed. Mask’s right, as soon as they hear of this, their going to find this Cinder Lock and try to attack him, no matter what is done. It was with this information that Twilight knew she had to do something to at least keep the offering pony alive. True, what he did to her friend called for action, but she didn't want to outright kill the pony! With a clenched jaw, Twilight said, “Fine, but if we are going to do this, we’re going to do it properly.” Keeping focus on Roma, who went to speak, but was cut off by Twilight’s strong voice, “I know your angry, Roma. Because I am too. Somepony just tried to force themselves onto one of my friends. I’m not going to let them get away with that.” Taking a strong stance before the combat able mare, Twilight continued to assert, “But I’m also not going to kill somepony without fair trail and sentence. It would be wrong to do that.” Pressing her nose up to the lavender mare’s own, Roma scoffed, “And let him possibly get a slap on the wrist and told not to not do it again?” Pushing a bit more forwards telling, “No dice Sparkles, he’s a threat and needs to be removed!” Not letting herself be deterred, Twilight pressed back, saying in a stern tone, “This will be handled by official guard, after the stallion is found.” Using a hoof to poke the other mares chest telling, “I’ll even ask Celestia herself to send some and take him away to Canterlot for trial. He will get his punishment, Roma, and it will be server.” Electric blue eyes stared into stern lavender ones for a good long minute before Roma said, “And you give you’re word tha’ this creep’s gonna get it?” With a stiff nod, Twilight told, “Once he’s caught, you wont ever see him again.” Very sure in her words. After all, one of the Elements had just been assaulted as it were, there was no way in her mind that Celestia would not do something. There was also the point that she couldn't list the changelings just do as they pleased. The changelings didn't need any negative feedback from any rouge actions, their shaky reputation was bad enough. At least with the guard, we can avoid any incidents. Holding the stare for a bit longer, Roma breathed heavily before backing down and snorting out, “Fine, we do it your way, Sparkles.” Before rounding on the unicorn warning, “But if I so much catch a glance of this guy once I know what he looks like, don expect me to not do something.” Waving a hoof to signal the changeling to settle down, Twilight agreed, “I can tell that I can’t stop you from doing that. So I’ll just say that when he’s caught, Cinder Lock will be sent away as soon as possible.” Roma only acknowledged the magical mares words with a grunt, while Twilight began to instructed, “Daisy, please take your fiends and do what you set out to. Spread the word to the other changelings to discreetly find and catch this Cinder Lock before he does more harm.” While Rose and Lily nodded and left, Daisy dipped her head lower and for a bit longer before following after her fiends to spread the news. Now turning to Masquerade, Twilight asked, “Can I trust you to find this pony and catch him too?” Trying to convey through her eyes her worry of what the changelings might do. With a comforting smile, Masquerade nodded, “I’ll do what I can. Maybe get the twins to help out some.” Then added as an after thought, “Maybe I’ll let your friends know too, in advance.” Smiling and giving a light kiss to his cheek, Twilight thanked, “Thank you. I’ll be going back and checking up on Rarity while you do that.” Then turned to Roma asking, “If that is alright with you?” Seeming to relax a little, Roma said, “Sure…sure.” Seeming a little distracted for a moment before heading for the door telling, “Come on. I don't want to leave Marshmallow alone for too long and I want to stop by my place for a moment. That kid sister of her is nice, but I’d feel better being around to keep an eye on her.” Reaching back to the Carousal Boutique, Twilight could not help but run her eyes over Roma’s body, as it clicked and clinked with her chakrams. When the tan mare wanted to get something from her home, Twilight thought it would be some belongings so she could spend the night. She did not expect the changeling to bring back an arsenal of her ring knives. As Roma knocked on the door, Twilight had to ask, “Roma, why do you have those with you?” Honestly confused why the mare would want so many of her weapons. Without much patients, Roma knocked on the door again, telling the magical mare, “I want to be ready if that creep shows his mug ‘round here. If he does, I’ll be ready to carve him up.” Tapping her hoof in some irritation at waiting. Twilight was ready to ask another question before a voice sounded from the nearby window, “Roma, Twilight?” Drawing the lavender mare’s attention to a filly at the window, rubbing an eye from recent sleep. Looking to the window, Twilight smiled, “Sweetie Belle, could you please let us in?” With a slightly tired nod, Sweetie Belle jumped down from her place and disappeared from view. A few clicks then sounded form the other side of the door, opening up and showing the small filly. Grinning, Roma praised, “Good job shortcake. Thanks for keeping those doors locked and the close sign up.” Moving into the building. Sweetie Belle smiled at this, and told, “I thought you might have done that for some reason, so I didn't touch it.” Then went a little melancholy saying, “Also, when Rarity woke up, she seemed a little scared before she saw me. But she wouldn't tell me why.” Giving watery eyes, the filly asked, “Roma, what happened to Rarit? Why did she look so scared?” Twilight’s heart went out to the unicorn filly, walking in and closing the door while nuzzling the young pony, “Oh sweetie…I…I don't know what to say.” Looking down to the floor with a searching look, “Rarity had went trough something very traumatizing... and it might take a while before she gets better.” Looking from the unicorn mare to the earth mare, Sweetie Belle said, “But Roma said I could help…right?” Sounding a little broken up. Sending a quick glance in Roma’s direction, Twilight affirmed, “And she’s right. You can help your sister Sweetie Belle.” Leaning down again telling, “But it’s going to be a little hard, so we’ll need to to bare through it.” Taking a hoof and running it over the white fillies back, “Can you do that for us and your sister?” Using the back of her right fore-hoof to remove a tear that ran down her cheek, Sweetie Belle nodded, trying to put on a brave face. Even with the sniffles being shown, Twilight could not help but smile in some pride while saying, “Good. Now, could you please take us to Rarity?” Seeing the two start moving, Roma told, “I’ll be up in a sec.” Making the two stop while explaining, “I’m going to get to work cooking something for us. No doubt scarecrow’s making it a point to get your fiends over here.” “Alright Roma, and thanks!” Twilight called before the changeling-in-pony-form disappeared into the kitchen. Twilight gave the kitchen doorway a slightly concerned and confused look before asking Sweetie Belle to guid her to Rarity. As much as the unicorn wanted to find out why Roma was acting so touchy about her friend so suddenly. Still the idea of what almost had happened to Rarity was understandable, and anypony would have done what they could for the mare. But Roma’s a changeling, would she even think the same way as a pony would in a situation like this? The studious mare wasn't sure of the answer, but in the long run it didn't matter really mater to her. Roma was their for Rarity in her time of need, which was all that counted to the lavender unicorn. After reaching her friend’s room, Twilight thanked Sweetie Belle, asking a moment of privacy. Nodding, Sweetie Belle turned away, curious to see what Roma was up to. Watching the filly leave, Twilight took in a deep breath and knocked on the door, calling, “Rarity, it’s me Twilight. Can I come in?” Some shuffling came form inside, as Rarity called back, “J-just a moment darling!” More noise going on before saying, “Come in.” The hesitance in her friend’s voice was not lost to Twilight, whom opened the door to find Rarity doing her best to keep herself looking presentable. Twilight could tell something was wrong though, by how strained the mare was trying to hold herself and the absents of eyeshadow or slightly messy drooping mane… Making her way over, Twilight said, “I came as soon as I could.” Reaching her fellow unicorn that slightly shifted in place. “I already heard what happened from Roma, but are you alright? Are you sure your not hurt?” Taking deep breaths to steady herself, Rarity used a slightly shaky hoof to pat Twilight, “I-I’m fine Twilight. Shaken up at being reminded of what happened, but fine.” Taking another breath admitting, “Though, I would feel much better not having to…” Closing her eyes tight at the thoughts coming to her mind. Taking the mare up in a hug, Twilight soothed, “It’s alright Rarity. He’s not going to be hurting you, or anypony else.” Spotting the brush that was on the vintage cabinet, Twilight used her magic to bring it over and begin to run it through the mares mane. Using a hoof, Rarity tried to bat the brush away telling, “Twilight, p-please, you don't have to do that.” Undeterred, Twilight used her own hoof to bring the raised white hoof down, telling, “Rarity, your about to have guests.” Going back to brushing the mane back into place, “You should look your best.” Notting the other mare's slight look of shame at being told this. Rarity slightly sank from what Twilight said, muttering, “But I feel that looking my best is what got me into this mess.” Looking to the floor with a some pain. Feeling a comforting touch be placed on her shoulder, Rarity glanced up to see Twilight’s concerned eyes looking back at her. With an almost pleeding tone, Twilight said, “Please Rarity, talk to me. I’m worried about you.” Letting the brush fall to the side so she could hug her friend again, “I was scared out of my mind when Roma pushed her way in and demanded Mask and I to do something after telling us what happened. And I'm feeling even more worried for you right now.” Feeling Rarity use a forelimb to slightly hold her tighter, Twilight continued, “Roma convinced us to get all of the changelings in Ponyville to find this Cinder Lock and catch him. Mask is out there looking for the stallion, himself.” The lavender mare could feel the other pony shake in her embrace, and tighten her grip in response. “You don't anything to worry about, Rarity.” Twilight continued to hug her friend, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the other mares head. To Twilight sudden surprise, another set of hooves wrapped around her and Rarity’s form, then began to slowly rock them both. Opening her eyes, Twilight found herself speechless seeing Roma without her weapons and helping in comforting Rarity in a gentle manner. Looking up, Roma gave a silent nod to Twilight, as if to convey her thanks to the other mare before continuing with her rocking. It was such a strange sight for Twilight, having come to know the changeling mare to be so harsh and aggressive, but never gentle and caring. Smiling, Twilight nodded back in thanks. With twitching of her ear, Twilight could hear the sounds of other ponies moving around and concerned voices sounding with them. Moving away some, Twilight said, “Sounds like the others are here.” Looking down to the brush and floating it up to both Rarity and Roma telling them both, “Go on and get ready. I’ll let the others know what happening.” Heading out the door and leaving the two mares to prepare some. Things in town were calm for once, nothing seemingly taking place as of yet. Ponies continued to go about, chatting, laughing, working and playing as usual. Yes, this was an absolute picture of how a rural town would look to most any travelers passing by. But that was only on the surface. Not even an hour since it’s discovery, and every singe changeling that lived in Ponyville were buzzing with activity. Each one passed the newly acquired information and past it onto the nearest changeling in their grapevine; making a small secret turn into common knowledge in moments. The message was rather clear, no matter how it was said. A threat was found, Cinder Lock. Search and subdue by tactful means. Ebony and Ivory were two of the now many changelings searching the town for this lone stallion, ready to catch him by any means. Upon hearing what had happened to Rarity, the two mares had apologized to their Beau, telling that this was very important to them. The large stallion did not hesitate to give his consent to leave and do this, already having a angered air around him hearing the same news. They then both left, interested to locate this new threat to the town and removing it as soon as they could. Visiting a few changelings and digging for a little information later, and the two mares knew what Cinder Lock looked like, where he lived and his favored spots. The two twins also had no doubt that their infiltrator cousin had already gathered the necessary information by now and would be heading to these same locations. But unlike their cousin, they would find the stallion first for two reasons. The first being their ever present connection with the other. As soon as one pair of eyes spotted the pony, the other sister would know in a heart beat. The second was their skills. They were Seekers, and for the two Gem twins, that gave then the advantage of tracking the stallion down faster then the others. And track him they did, following up leads form all over town and moving with frightening pace as each sister gathered new information for the other. It took them both an hour to locate his position, on the outskirts of town and messing with a cloud. What the cloud was for was beyond the two, but they knew what had to be done and so got their plans set up. Ivory stayed in place and waited while her sister flew off to start gathering others. Ivory observed the orange stallion with packed muscles and large wings. He would come up form his work and shake his somewhat spiky red and yellow mane that resembled fire before diving back in. Ivory glanced to his mark, being a burning hot lock with a ragging fire around it. The meaning escape the mare, but only wanted to see it to confirm this was her target. We are ready, sister? Ivory conveyed through her thoughts, even know she could see and hear all her sister did. But after a few moments of Ebony checking their trap, she did respond with, Yes, we will meet you halfway through. Smiling, Ivory left her hiding place, knowing form the other changelings that this stallion was not around during the last changeling party. This effectively made her an unknown, as the only way he would know of her or her sister was by spotting them in town, or by chatting with others. Even if the later were true, he might have no idea what she looked like. Making her way under the cloud, Ivory called, “Excuse me!” Making the stallion pop his head out, “Could you assist me, I can’t seem to find my sister.” Adding a bit of worry into her tone. Purple eyes locked onto Ivory’s form, and a grin broke a crossed Cinder Lock’s face as he told, “Oh, sure, I’d be glad to!” Jumping out from his place and landing before the pretty mare before him and putting out a hoof, “Name’s Cinder Lock. You said you needed help finding your sister?” Shyly bumping the hoof, Ivory meekly said, “Yes, we got separated and I can't seem to find her.” Then turned her doe shaped eyes to the stallion, sniffling, “I am worried. Sister can act tough, but she gets so frightened when alone.” “Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Cinder Lock told, gently patting the mare with a hoof, staying, “Maybe she’s where you were last and is looking for you there now?” Nodding, Ivory smiled, “Y-yes, maybe she is.” Starting to move away before asking, “Could you come with me? I don't feel comfortable walking alone…” Cinder Lock seemed more then eager to take up Ivory’s left, flashing a large smile, “Sure thing, I would feel terrible is anything happened to you.” Starting to move along with the slightly smaller white mare, “Ponyville's full of friendly folk though, so we don't have much to worry about any strangers.” Ivory hid her uncomforted from the pony beside her, able to feel the mixture of lust and want that seemed to mix into his honey like words. It however, felt restrained and held back, as if Cinder Lock did not want those feelings towards her, as if ashamed to some degree. During their walk, Ivory could feel his eyes roam over her a few times, but never linger long. Some shame and bashful feelings would rise every now and then when this happened, before starting all over again. It was becoming obvious the stallion had some repressed emotions, something that was not healthy for a pony. They turned into one of the more lesser filled areas of town, a few ponies wondering about and not giving them much heed. This was changed when a black pegasus mare, Ebony herself, ran towards them calling, “Ivory!” Giving a start, Ivory smile and called back, “Ebony!” Rushing to her sister and hugging her saying, “Where have you been, you had me worried, I have been looking for you.” “Sister, I have been looking for you!” The darker sister poked her lighter half, “Evening will be coming along soon, and we still have yet to get to our cousins home.” Walking up to the two, Cinder smiled, “So this is your sister?” Looking form one to the other commenting, “If it wasn't for your coat’s and mane colors, I’d have a hard time telling you both apart!” Separating, both sisters looked abash and said in unison, “We get that often form others.” Making the stallion do a double take at their unified response. Still looking a bit shy, Ivory asked, “Cinder Lock…” Seeming to look a little nervous, “Might I, and my sister, ask you one last favor?” Ebony cast a confused look to Ivory, asking, “Sister?” Not letting the mare say anything more, Cinder Lock nodded, “Sure, Just tell me and I’ll be ready to help.” Opening his wings slightly and lightly flexing them, trying to showoff. The movement caught both of the mare’s attention, and made them slightly giggle at his shy, yet pushed out confidence. With a smile, Ivory said, “Could you help us locate our cousins home?” Knowing what was to be said next, Ebony continued, “Oh, yes that would be great help. Please good sir, could you help us locate our cousins home?” Looking between the two, Cinder Lock nodded, “Of course, maybe I know your cousin’s name?” A little put-off by their perfect tag-teaming. Giggling again, both mares said once more in unison, “Cousins, Rose, Lily and Daisy.” Giggling even more at the stallions stumped look. “I thought they were friends?” Cinder Lock asked, getting out of his stupor and wondering if that rumor of the flower ponies being sisters were true. Shaking her head, Ebony admitted, “No, it is Daisy we are related to. But we like to think of the other two as her sisters.” Sighing, Cinder Lock muttered, “I hear you on that.” Seeming to radiate some irritation before saying, “Anyways, I know where they live.” Turning around and waving with a open wing, “This way. We can get there in a few minutes by flight.” Nodding in agreement, all three pegasi took to the air and headed for Daisy’s home. All the while, a number of ponies below kept watch each of the three. They watched and anticipated anything that would call for altering the preset plan in place. Landing near the house, the two twins then sent the briefest of glances to the other and gracefully turned to the stallion asking, “Would you like to come in?” Letting their closing wings slightly brush the stallion’s own larger ones as they folded. Cinder Lock almost jumped at the feeling, glancing at the two mares at either side of him saying, “Um... sure?” Looking a bit baffled and flustered. His confusion was quickly replaced by interest when both sisters lightly brushed their bodies near his own, flicking their tails near his nose. Stopping halfway to the house, both sisters turned their chocolate eyes to the stallion, fluttering them and saying with a hypnotic like voice, “We are only wanting to show our appreciation to you.” Then started to move to the house adding, “Our cousins like tea. We thought you might like some as well…” Blinking a few times, Cinder Lock suddenly grinned, feeling his luck might not have left him just yet.