I stared at Rarity, clad in fencing mask and with rapier.
"You want me to fight you?" I asked, exasperated.
"Yes, David," the stately white mare answered. "I thought we might---"
"No," I stated abruptly; then I turned to walk away, deeper into the Weyr.
"Wait!" Rarity cried, then tried to grab my robe with her horn. That was a mistake. No sooner had she made the attempt then I was whirling about to slap her hard enough to leave a bruise, stunning her and shorting her magic.
As she clutched her muzzle, dazed and confused, I got right in her face. "You," I snarled, "do not do that to me!" As Rarity, looked at me, terrified, I coldly continued, "Ever since I came here to Equestria, I have been kicked, beaten down, slapped and spat upon by mares. Even when I went to the Crystal Empire - as a Royal Ambassador, no less - Cadance, the super kind one, your so-called fucking princess of love stated something along the lines of 'We have the power; you don't', when I tried to chip in and make a suggestion to their Parliament..." A soft breath escaped me as I shook my head. "I... I've had it. I have fucking had it with the mares of Equestria pushing me about. You have power in Equestria; I get that, okay; I fucking get it..."
My gaze upon her turned cold. "But guess what? Here in my Nexus and upon the land it surrounds? You're in my world, now, mule" Rarity gasped at the insult, but I continued, "and as far as I am concerned... By the Power invested in me as Master of the Dragon Weyr and all The Nexus surveys... ALL MARES are BARRED, BANNED and BANISHED from the Dragon Weyr. As the Ambassador for Aiur, I will speak now only to stallions--and then only to stallions of import and character. Now, kxitx angeles...
BEGONE!"
Weeping in shock, shame and terror, Rarity fled. Once she was gone, the Weyrmind immediately enacted the new protocols given; now, no adult mare - not even Celestia - would be able to approach the Great Nexus without becoming paranoid, then terrified, then fleeing as if Tirek himself was chasing them! 'Pfeh... that'll show 'em...' I thought, darkly. Huffing softly, I crashed on the Weyrhome sofa, groaning as I closed my eyes. I just wasn't going to put up with their shit anymore, their racism, their bigotry, their treating me as if I was subhuman, just because I, firstly, wasn't a pony and secondly, was a male. I was a man, Adun damn it! I had my pride; I had my honor; I had my dignity, I--
"Daddy... am... am I going to be banished, too...?"
--became a crumbling wreck at the sight of the only mare now ever allowed to come and go freely from the Weyr. My beloved adopted daughter, Diamond Tiara, stared up at me, her expression wilted, her ears drooped, tears clouding her eyes. "Oh, no..." I rasped. "Oh, no, no, no, sweetie c'mere..." Sniffling, a little sob escaping her, the pink earth pony foal reared up - placing her forehooves on the sofa so she could hop up - but before she could I gathered her into my arms and brought her up to me, cuddling her close as she began to cry in earnest. "You're a good filly, DT," I whispered, "and good little fillies and colts will always be welcome..."
"But," Diamond sobbed, "what about when I'm all grown up? Will I be banished then?"
"No," I whispered, "that would never happen; and even if it did, which it won't, the Weyr would prevent it. It loves you too much, like I do, 'cause you're the best little filly in the world..." Diamond Tiara squeezed me with all four hooves in a hug, then--but when I winced she let go immediately, mindful of some still-smarting bruises upon my body; the end result of Applejack's kicks and Rainbow Dash's constant 'accidental' tackles.
Gently, I held her until, somehow, we both managed to fall into an uneasy sleep.