The Dragon Witch

by Xutiepops

The Snakes First Dose

Rarity went from checking her mane one second to rummaging in a box to sewing a dress. As she did this, she'd trip over Opal and hear a growl that only made her say sorry.

She had a dress prepared on a mannequin, she added a veil of fishnet over the dress and smiled at her creation. A jet black form fitting dress with a small bounce, the crimson and black rose sewed on to the front right above her heart. A trail of torn fishnet, just to show she was still a witch.

She sighed as she removed it, less loving of the dress. She needed to win Bluebloods heart, not scare him away with a little torn fishnet. She had learned he was a pansy, he was a selfish pansy who could do nothing. She smirked, "All the more reason to let me have Canterlot, isn't that right Opal?"

She looked around for her cat and groaned once she saw the doggy door sway with previous exit. She turned away. She had a date to get ready for, she didn't need to go after her cat.

She smiled as she looked in the mirror and used her magic to put her hair in a loose bun. Of course, most of her makeup had been dark colors, she sighed and wiped it all off. She needed to look like a princess, not a witch.

Her blue eye shadow stayed the same, but her previous light blue blush had gone a light pink. Her previous black lips were now a seductive red. Her once menacing eye liner now made her eyes bigger and she smiled at her look. It would work, even if she thought she looked like a basic mare who went to the princes doorstep, expecting approval.

She twirled in the center of the room, watching herself in the mirror. She already disliked the look, she was used to darker colors, it matched her mane and made her coat and eyes pop a lot more than these clashing princess colors she wore.

Jet black worked with any color, except when there were too many other colors to work with. Red, light blue, crimson red, and pink? She wanted it all to be blues and blacks, nothing light or princess-y about it. She looked at herself in the mirror, and turned away with a sigh as the dress formed around her.

It wasn't her. She knew she had a plan to her promise of her happiness, she knew how to get there without any flaws. Yet, she hadn't liked the way up her steps. For all she knew, Blueblood would want to 'fall in love' and spend a year after his coronation officially courting her.

For all she knew, her plan would fail and she would be stuck with the pansy her entire life. Her life would be in ruins, she'd simply make children and not do an ounce of the ruling -she could tell Blueblood was at least a tiny bit sexist. She wouldn't be able to brew potions, or terrorize. She'd be a 'nice' queen, with a 'happy' life all would be jealous of.

She looked in the mirror again, she saw the fear in her eyes of her failure. She knew how to have Canterlot for her own, without hurting anyone. She was so scared she would be throwing her life away when she had expected to find the one thing to make her happy.

She looked away from herself, she knew the only reason she was scared was because she was the villain in the tale. She was the creepy old witch that terrorizes everyone.

"The creepy old witch... that messes things up for herself," she sighed and looked in the mirrors again. She saw the dress and utterly despised it, but if it caught Bluebloods attention, then it would work. She put on her best smile and trotted towards the door, the second she opened it, her stomach knotted and she wanted to retreat back inside her home.

Everywhere she looked, she saw eyes staring right back at her. She felt inferior and terrified, she swallowed and slowly walked outside, glancing everywhere. She stepped on a branch and heard it snap. The eyes around her shuffled at the noise, but she froze, her breaths jagged.

She swallowed as the night air pierced her skin, she shivered. She heard the leaves rustle and the eyes shuffle around her again. Once she heard hoofsteps, she screamed and ran as fast as she could to the main trail through the woods.

She got caught on branches, leaves crunched underneath her. She felt cob webs hit her coat as she ran and swatted them away. The wind slammed in her face as she looked around, watching the eyes follow her as if they were running with her. She swallowed and turned away from them.

She saw the straight path ahead through the woods and smiled, she ran faster to get there. She jumped over rocks she would've tripped on, she avoided branches that would've snagged her. She smiled and panted in relief as she looked back at the eyes and creepy woods.

The eyes stared back at her, but they didn't move to surround her. The breeze was softer and not as chilling as before. The leaves didn't leave an eerie crunch under her hooves. It was as if they couldn't move to surround and fill the woods. As if they were limited to their part of the woods.

She stuck out her tongue at the monsters -no matter how uncouth or unladylike, she hated being scared. The ruffians didn't deserve her good manners. She summoned a mirror and used her magic to illuminate the scene to remove the branches and fix her hair.

She stared in confusion. She didn't see any branches, and her mane was just fine. She looked at her dress and saw there were no leaves she'd kick into it. There were no cob webs caught on her face or in her hair or on her chest.

She shook her head. She felt those branches snag at her dress, and she heard the wind untie her hair. Yet, her dress was in perfect condition, and her hair was still up perfectly. As if she didn't just run like a mad mare through the woods to the main trail.

She sighed and blamed the remedies she used to relieve her of her stress and the Poison Joke she used to fix her tongue. She puffed out her chest and held her head high, the mirror disappearing as she walked towards the entrance. She smirked as she saw the lights light up the streets where dragons and ponies walk. She was expected at the castle in more than enough time to get there.

She could have a little fun and terrorize civilians. She didn't have to worry about her darling Blueblood blaming her, she told him she'd stop being so cruel. And he would trust her and even defend her against the queen!

The power went to her head as it ran with evil thoughts, her smirk defiant over the moon itself. If she did this, then she wouldn't need stress remedies. And since her prince would defend her no matter what...

She couldn't help but laugh at the puny princes trust. Something she knew would only lead to a ponies downfall. And it certainly would. She concluded that even if she were queen, she'd have her fun continuously. And she could even plead her prince to let her live in her boutique.

She finally felt confident of her future as she watched a spectacle. An elderly dragon sitting in a rocking chair outside a cottage. Six little fillies sat around the dragon, two little dragons sat against the rocking chair. Rarity smirked as she snuck to the side of the cottage to listen in on the story.

"Queen Celestia and the Dragon Lord before Torch -No one knows his name- fought in a seven year war," The elderly one spoke. Each young one 'oooed' in response. Rarity stuck out her tongue and pointed at it, she would've made a noise to go along with it but she was hiding.

It was the story of how Celestia and Torch became friends and Equestria ruled under both once the two grew tired of a peace treaty. Many claimed it was because the two fell in love, though many knew that not to be true. It's not like either would be harmed by marrying, so if they were in love they would've.

The elderly dragons eyes shut with a smile as he continued, "The Dragon Lord passed down his lordship to his son through a Gauntlet of Fire, expecting Torch to finish up the war with a blood bath." Rarity used her magic to map out the scene while the dragon told the story. The young ones were too captivated to make any signs to it.

Other dragons and ponies started gathering around, Rarity stifled a laugh. "But Torch didn't want a battle. He knew how many dragons lives were taken, and he was smart enough to know when to retreat. So, he gave up," The elder continued.

All the ones around listening gasped as they saw an image of Celestia being decapitated and falling to the claws of a ginormous dragon laughing maniacally. "What is it?" The elder asked. He saw the image, "Oh dear Celestia! Whose work is this?"

All the adolescents around groaned all announced, "The witch, Rarity." The elder turned to see Rarity reveal herself. Every creature around gasped at her look. Having forgot she had on her dress and makeup, she cowered slightly. She wasn't used to wearing prissy clothes while terrorizing fillies.

"Is that how it happened?" The fillies asked, terror seizing them. They shivered as the two young dragons growled at Rarity.

"Yes, it is," Rarity hung her head, sealing every mouth around her. The young dragons tried to pounce on her, but when she looked at them, they stood in place. They were terrified. She turned to the fillies, "Dragons are beasts, ruffians. They will act like they love you." She lifted one of the fillies heads with her hoof, the little filly looked at one of the young dragons trying to get rid of her magic.

"Then, they will tear you to shreds," Rarity hissed and turned away. "Celestia trusted Torch, and the beast killed Luna. The Queens current heir and sister. Do you really want to trust a dragon now?" The fillies vigorously shook their heads and ran away. The mouths around her became unsealed as they shouted with objections.

One of the young dragons watched the fillies run off, he hung his head and Rarity saw what happened. She simply laughed and started past him, "Maybe you shouldn't go after a pony, they can't be trusted either."

"Why should I trust what you say?" The dragon spat and crossed his arms, trying to ignore his heart break. He sniffled and the adults around Rarity only got madder at the sight.

"Because I'm the one who ruined your little love-life. Really want trust a pony?" Rarity asked and trotted off, drowning out the shouts and curses. She giggled as she turned away, happy with her adventure of terror. She certainly felt better, and she didn't even need a remedy.

She trotted through town, sending late night vendors to ruin, making dolls of children come to life and bite their hair or scales. She sighed in relief, she felt much better. And it would certainly help her around her prince. If she was in a better mood, she would be on such a high pedestal, that her worries and doubts would take a lot longer to eat her than before.

She trotted to the fountain and saw a strange sight. A group of dragons in the royal blue and gold charm were discussing something frantically. They seemed to be panicking. They all silenced once the red dragon that seemingly followed Spike showed. Rarity hid behind a bush to listen. Being fashionably late wouldn't hurt the prince.

"Did you find him? Ember's freaking out," the red dragon's voice seemed to scare the dragons. They pushed a purple dragon with yellow scales forward, he groaned. His piercing blue eyes showed only fear.

"Well, um, sir," the purple dragon said nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. The red dragon crossed his arms and waited. The purple one visibly swallowed and rubbed his arm, "Yeah, uh... we haven't found him." He smiled nervously along with the rest of the dragons.

Rarity wanted to step in and ask, but either prince wasn't around to defend her. And after how she talked to Spike, she didn't trust that he would have protected her. She scampered off, just so she could be on time and not terrify herself. She needed to get back up on her pedestal.

"Ugh," Garble groaned and turned away from the dragons. He made a shooing motion with his claws, "Fine, fine. I'll find him, just go home." The dragons felt a bit of guilt as they exchanged glances. As soon as the first one took off, the rest did the same. Except for the purple one with yellow scales.

"The only place we haven't really checked is the woods outside of town," he mentioned nervously. He straightened up once Garble looked at him. "I-I... um, y-you could check the north woods and I could check the south ones."

Garble spread his wings, "Go home, I'll do it." He flew off. The purple dragon swallowed his fear and turned to the broken statue. He plopped to the ground sadly.

"Please, tell me he's okay," he prayed and looked up at the statue spurting water from a small pipe as the stone encase was broken in three pieces. "We need someone like him right about now."

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Rarity had arrived at the castle, she could only think of the things she disliked about it. She liked the different towers, but instead of Pink, Purple, Blue, and White, they would be Green on the outside ones and Black on the inner ones. She'd have the bricks covered in black with designs painted in light blue.

She would have vines and flowers suffocating the castle walls, and the guards would look more like stone -since they would be stone- rather than bored. They suddenly went alert as she approached, looking bored of them already.

"Halt, what business do you have with the castle?" The left guard asked and held his spear at his side. The right guard pointed his spear at her and growled.

"The castle is off-limits to a scoundrel like you," the right guard glowered as he pointed the spear at her, trying to scare her off. She simply huffed with a small smirk. Her smirk went even wider once Blueblood came through the castle door and smiled at her. She had to say, he looked like a prissy princess turned male.

He looked just as he did every other day, except he looked like he spent more time. He had a dashing black suit to match her sexy-princess getup, yet his hair seemed just the same as ever. Rarity loved when people spent their time and effort on her, even if the guilt she felt at the idea of the trick to win Canterlot ruined it.

She smiled at her prince. He smiled back, though she could see the dashing charm behind it. "Gentlecolts, excuse me, but why are you pointing a spear at a fair lady?" He asked charmingly, peering at the spear pointed at Rarity. The guards looked at him as if he was a psycho.

"Um, sir... you do know this is Rarity, right?" The left guard asked, obviously the nice cop. The right guard sneered at Rarity before returning his eyes to Blueblood.

"It's Rarity, the town witch, the witch that scared my little filly into never stepping near a dragon or another pony," the guard growled, his spear still pointed at Rarity. "Why would we even give her the benefit of the doubt?"

"Well, I agree," Blueblood announced, moving the spears away. "Though, that won't be an issue anymore." He smiled as he turned to the guards, standing next to Rarity. "She's stopped her witch-like terrorizing, so your filly will grow out of it, or end up in the newspaper."

Rarity couldn't help but snicker and smile as she saw the angry guards defeated expression. Blueblood smiled and whisked her away to the freedom of the streets. "Thank you for defending me," Rarity said politely, even if it barley seemed like a defense at all. Blueblood smiled.

"Well, I'd rather put them in their place before they do it again. Though, I assure you if they do, they'll be fired," Blueblood smiled and Rarity genuinely blushed. A stallion... do something to get rid of ponies... for her? She never experienced such kindness before. She turned away, trying to recollect herself.

He chuckled, "You seem nervous. Although, so would I. Who wouldn't be nervous in such a beautiful attire?" Rarity's face lit on fire as she giggled along. She would've sealed the deal to marry him for him if he said the dress wasn't like her. Though, he was winning her heart, by her standards.

"Well, I'm not the only beauty tonight it seems," Rarity smiled genuinely as the two passed over a bridge. "You look quite dashing yourself." She couldn't hear the gasps of the sight or the confused faces around her. She was too focused on her prince to notice.

Bluebloods glower at the sight around them finally made her notice. She cowered and looked away. Blueblood scowled, "Once they see you aren't a menace they'll actually see you as a rightful queen."

Rarity used her opportunity. "W-w-would you even wait until I am queen to prove them wrong?" Once Blueblood looked at her did she finally feel inferior again. He wasn't over his scowl, but once he smiled she felt better. Even though she still felt judged for her thoughts. "I-I mean... would you let them prove I'm not a rightful queen... e-even until I am queen?"

Blueblood smiled again and she felt her legs liquefy. She wanted to collapse in his forelegs and have her own fairy tale kiss as he vanquished the dragon and freed her of her captivity. What he said only made her heart soar. "Of course, my dear. Though, it seems you are the only mare with a heart to understand and care."

Rarity's eyes were locked on him, she couldn't take them away. Once he noticed is when she stopped nervously. She finally let her guilt set in, only to make herself look sweeter. "You shouldn't have to be judged for your bride until marriage. You should marry some other mare so you aren't hated."

Blueblood seemed only to smile like she was the only mare in his eyes. Like she was his princess for now and forever. She never wanted to go to dinner, she never wanted to leave this walk, she never wanted to be away from this moment. "But you're worth all of the judgment and hate, my dear."

She smiled to herself and sat in bliss as they walked in silence. Even if she saw the trickery and seduction in his stare, even if she heard the persuasion in his voice, she didn't care. She was smart enough to know when the moment was trickery and when it was his real feelings towards her. And now, all she saw was the real love towards her.

She never had any pony risk to sacrifice for her, she never felt happier and worth more. She finally had what that blasted Rainbow Dash and Applejack had. What her friend, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle had. She finally had happiness, and she couldn't give it away for Canterlot, she was in love.

They dined at a fancy restaurant named The White Hoof. It was solely ponies and everything was so prestigious and classy that not even Rarity wanted to step hoof in. Of course, Bluebloods hoof pulling her along made it easier. The floor were marble and cold, the table had the fanciest of white silks laid over -which she rambled over and it seemed Blueblood had listened.

The salads they had were some of the best in Equestria, even if mass-produced and without any emotion. Rarity saw all the other mares and stallions were like her and Blueblood, they didn't even seem to recognize her, so she didn't feel so ostracized. She fell in love even further. Until, a conversation set a chill to her spine for the remaining of the night.

She had felt like an entirely different pony. She felt like a princess, not the witch. But remembering Bluebloods past made her feel like a witch, and it made her proud to be the witch she was.

"It's nice to know we're so similar," she said mindlessly. The restaurant was so loud that there was no way he heard every word, but he seemed to make out what she said and took offense to it. His eyes cut in the Rarity and his smile faded to a small line. That chill ran up and down her spine. It didn't go away, even once she corrected herself.

"I-I mean... I-I-it's nice to know someone so... d-different than me can make me feel so different by just showing me a small bit of kindness," she forced her smile as she nervously corrected herself. "I-I just don't really feel like a w-w-witch."

She didn't. She felt like a young filly standing before a scary dragon. It seemed he didn't forget, and he clearly didn't believe her when she corrected herself, even if he seemed he did. His eyes still reminded her of her mistake, and they reminded her of her place as a witch, and they reminded her to act better if she had a chance.

No matter how sweet the conversation, she couldn't marry Blueblood. Though the chill almost disappeared as he said his sweet goodbye.

"I had fun, I hope to do this again, My Princess," he kissed her hoof and her face lit on fire again. Her heart rate increased and her mind played the words 'my princess' on repeat. She smiled and giggled nervously, forgetting her fear in his gentle stare. He smiled and they exchanged goodbyes and they went their separate ways.

She smiled and pulled the rose from her dress and sniffed it. She was so in love -by her standards. She forgot the cutting stare, she was so lost at the thought of being a princess. And she felt that if she was, she wouldn't be a terrorizing ruler, she'd be a nurturing queen and wife.

She sighed dreamily as she remembered the stare, it felt as if he was looking at her, cutting into her, telling her she was a witch and that was all she would be. She swallowed and looked around at the empty streets, the lamp posts the only light.

She felt her mouth go dry as she looked for the woods. She tried to think of his nice stare and sweet smile, she tried to think of his dashing looks and his charming words, just to get rid of that feeling. She thought about being the nice, nurturing queen she would've been if it was him as her king.

She saw the woods and imagined them the castle. Her standing high on the terraces with Blueblood at her side. Her heart soared with hope and happiness as she saw it and was compelled to it. She wouldn't need Canterlot if she had him, she wouldn't need her hatred if she had him. He'd given her the ability to care, even if it would be fake care for subjects and the only real for him, he still gave it to her.

She smiled and started galloping towards the image. Just before it disappeared to the woods edge, she felt that piercing stare, telling her she was a witch. It told her she was terrorizing witch that would always be a witch. Just a witch, not the princess or queen she pleaded to be.

Just a witch.

That stare kept her from her happiness. Her plans took such a turn and yet one stare, one mistake took away her plans and turned them back to the start. She shook her head and she stared numbly at the woods.

She didn't need prince charming to whisk her off her hooves. She didn't need prince charming to throw her aside to the children while he ruled. She didn't need prince charming fighting off the dragon.

She was the witch, the wicked witch that terrorized children and made adolescents angry. She was the witch that had a jealous rage burning inside her. She was the witch that had hate pumping through her veins. She was the witch that had a cold heart that only wanted isolation and power.

She smiled as she stepped hoof in her terrifying woods. She embraced the darkness and the chilling air that was the trail to the boutique. She hummed to the sound of crunching leaves and the sound of her dress being torn by branches. She coiled herself up in the cob webs, just to dust them off.

She smiled and sighed dreamily at the sight of her boutique, her home. Her smile only grew as she saw the fire in her eyes, it roared as a new dress slipped on her. A black Victorian dress that had the torn black fishnet laying on top. A set of black roses and tulips coiled in her mane as she let it loose to its normal curls.

She wanted Canterlot, and she would have it. Her little romeo could have his last fun before his humiliation. Besides, she had magic, and if she had the title 'Queen', then who could hurt her? The guards? They'd have to listen to her! Nothing could stop her once she was at the top.

Her heart froze. Except one thing could stop her. She swallowed.

Dragons.

Dragons could stop her.

Comments

[Xutiepops]

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I kinda agree. I feel like without the evil plot that was made without reason (which it really was, bad job on my part but meh, I like where the story's going with it) the story would be much less climatic and shorter than planned. I do think it was really in-your-face about it, which I do regret. But, I also feel like if things worked out that way, Blueblood would be portrayed as a Gaston-type, pathetic villain rather than a worth-while one.