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Leaf Blade


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Sunset tapped her hoof on the dirt and growled under her breath in disapproval. She looked at the blood-soaked battlefield she was leaving behind and clicked her tongue. Monsters in the Underworld didn’t leave corpses, so she couldn’t count just how many enemies she had beaten, but she wasn’t feeling good about the numbers.

Ominous,

Oh well. She didn’t have any other options, so it was back to the grind. Again.

Level grinding?

But no, it was clear as day. Inside the coffin was a body.

That is generally what is in coffins, yes.

But after a moment, Sunset could see the woman lying unconscious in the coffin was still breathing, albeit barely. The woman was lying straight as an arrow, hands resting over her heart with a hint of a pensive expression on her face.

She won’t be straight for long if the premise is anything to go by. Don’t give me that look, you'd make the same damn joke given the chance.

Sunset put her hand on the woman’s chest, and she could hear that woman’s soul resonating in her ears like a pounding drum. It was barely anything, almost like a shattered fragment of a soul that had been battered and nearly destroyed, but a soul was a soul, and Sunset needed it.

That’s not good, probably.

In the days after acquiring that soul, Sunset swore she had acquired more magic from defeating other monsters than she had in… well, she had long since lost count of how long she had been harvesting magic. And all of that time was nothing compared to the progress she was making now.

It’s amazing how much of a difference having something passively generating magic makes.

“A Paladin’s mission is to protect the weak,” the girl said. “Pony or monster, that doesn’t matter to me. And besides, I think you have something that belongs to me.”

THAT is how you Lawful Good. No seriously, I LOVE when Lawful good is done right because it makes for incredibly compelling characters

She liked it even less when she looked up and saw a sharp protruding stone sticking out of the ground right next to her eye level as she lied on the ground. If she had tripped even one inch further, that spike likely could’ve gone through her head.

That would suck.

Just as quickly as it came, it disappeared. Twilight tried to bring it back, but only left herself a wheezing, panting mess for her troubles. The light wasn’t coming back, and neither was Twilight’s magic.

No soul, no magic.

Thoughts that naturally went to the rest of her expedition. Nine ponies entered the Underworld, including herself, and Twilight had no clue what had happened to any of them. Hell, Twilight had no idea what had happened to her .

Hopefully Celestia isn’t evil here too and didn’t send you on a suicide mission.

She woke up in a coffin, all alone, feeling woozy. She hadn't been turned into a monster, she hadn't been killed. It was possible her soul had been taken— in fact it was probable, considering the state of her magic— but in that case, why was she still alive, or at the very least why had she not become a monster?

Because you are Good?

Twilight sat in the dark for probably a couple of hours. It was basically impossible to keep track of time, but it certainly felt like an eternity. But the light eventually came back, and it wasn’t like the surface world where dawn slowly appeared over the horizon; Twilight blinked and the lights were back on.

Oh, like the Digital World in Tamers.

She took a second to test a theory, and was delighted when it proved to be true; even without her magic, her magical weapons were still available to her with just a thought activating their enchantments and popping them into her hands— a great lance, and a mighty steel tower shield. Not the most elegant of weapons, and without her magic far less effective, but they would still serve her well.

A lance instead of a sword. Interesting.

Most of her colleagues teased Twilight for being too soft, but she couldn’t help it; she didn’t like to see anyone suffer, and even if she knew that monsters had lost their souls and were therefore dangerous and unstable, she still couldn’t help but want to defend them.

And that kindness is going to be instrumental.

Hmmm, this is promising. I'm intrigued to see how it goes.

*metako voice* the time hath come

And as Sunset lied on her back on the ground, her body covered in blood that didn’t belong to her and staring up at the formless grey mist that masqueraded as a sky to the denizens of the Underworld, she found herself missing the sun more than usual.

oooh

Oh well. She didn’t have any other options, so it was back to the grind. Again.

oh dear, cast from XP thus putting levelling at a very precarious point
someone was taking hints from f2p game design in the underworld.
well i suppose it's closer to cast from max-health, which is an even more precarious position to be in

Soon enough she found herself in a crevasse buried deep between the mountains; so many graves littered the ground and the mountainsides, but amongst them a large stone coffin stood out to her. Whatever was calling her, it was coming from inside that coffin.

oh dear, it's twi hellsing.

And if Sunset were still on the surface world, still in a world where her life mattered— where anything other than achieving her goals mattered— she may have thought ‘hm, perhaps opening up a creepy stone coffin that almost feels like it’s calling my name isn’t the greatest decision I could make in my life’, but she wasn’t. So it was real creepy coffin hours.

oh yes, creepy coffin hours it is! :pinkiehappy:

She looked back at the coffin, now sealed by Sunset’s hands.

don't you dare leave her behind

Sunset moved the lid of the coffin, just a little. Just enough so that if the woman woke up— and Sunset knew that was a big ‘if’— she wouldn’t be trapped inside.

well, that's something at least

“Well then,” Sunset chuckled and felt a fire in her heart for the first time in a while, “come and take it from me if you can.”

ooooooooooooh

Sunset put her hand on the woman’s chest, and she could hear that woman’s soul resonating in her ears like a pounding drum. It was barely anything, almost like a shattered fragment of a soul that had been battered and nearly destroyed, but a soul was a soul, and Sunset needed it.

"and she refused."

ooooh sunset's gonna have a hell of a time :pinkiehappy:

Twilight put her hands on the stone lid of the coffin; it was heavy, but nothing she couldn’t manage. And as the lid slid away and crashed onto the ground, Twilight sat up and breathed deeply. It didn’t help much.

welcome back to the land of "less dead than you could be", it's not quite the land of the living but it's the best you've got

It was dark and Twilight could barely see an inch in front of her face. She pushed up her glasses out of instinct but it didn’t help any. She slowly crawled out of the coffin, trying her damnedest to be careful and not trip over an exposed rock or tombstone or something.

!!!
glasses!

She woke up in a coffin, all alone, feeling woozy. She hadn't been turned into a monster, she hadn't been killed. It was possible her soul had been taken— in fact it was probable, considering the state of her magic— but in that case, why was she still alive, or at the very least why had she not become a monster?

she's been left with naught but determination

Twilight sat in the dark for probably a couple of hours. It was basically impossible to keep track of time, but it certainly felt like an eternity. But the light eventually came back, and it wasn’t like the surface world where dawn slowly appeared over the horizon; Twilight blinked and the lights were back on.

well that's mildly disconcerting
someone didn't want to invest in a day-night cycle and just decided "eh, binary's probably good enough"

She was a demon; Twilight could tell as much by the curved horns on her head, by the way her hair flickered like fire, specks of cinder even falling off of it as she effortlessly danced around her enemies’ attacks. But most telling of all was that she was eerily similar in appearance to a normal pony.

ooooooooooh
yes yes

Admittedly, for most Paladins their code only extended to protecting ponies from monsters, not so much protecting monsters from each other. Most of her colleagues teased Twilight for being too soft, but she couldn’t help it; she didn’t like to see anyone suffer, and even if she knew that monsters had lost their souls and were therefore dangerous and unstable, she still couldn’t help but want to defend them.

ah, propaganda is already at work i see (the "dangerous and unstable" thing, not twi's conviction)

“Well then,” the demon chuckled, and small streams of fire escaped her mouth as she let out a breathy sigh, “come and take it from me if you can.”

eeeeeee :pinkiehappy:

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Hopefully Celestia isn’t evil here too and didn’t send you on a suicide mission.

so it's definitely way too early for me to start giving away plot spoilers in the comments or anything, but i do wanna just say that like, if an element of canon is portrayed in a certain way in azure edge, u can safely expect it to be completely different in sunlight. i'm being very intentional to take different paths with each story as much as i can

And thus Twiggles proves that one doesn't have to defeat an opponent to win.

“I can’t believe Celestia’s still letting her soldiers run around in thigh-highs and a miniskirt,” the demon scoffed, Twilight’s face turning bright red. She was prepared for battle, sure, but she was less prepared for criticisms on her fashion. “Doesn’t seem entirely practical, y’know?”

It's a combat skirt!

“They’re hot,” the demon shrugged and slapped her bare thigh, Twilight trying to disagree with that assessment but not entirely able to despite herself. Stupid sexy demon.

Twilight, you useless lesbian.

Sunset took the lance out of Twilight’s hand and threw it away, Twilight smirking as she activated the lance’s enchantment, warping Twilight out of Sunset’s grip and behind her to where Sunset had thrown the lance.

Useful.

It wasn’t a great plan, but Twilight would simply have to make peace with playing from behind.

That's an awful plan.

Sunset’s demeanor had flipped entirely; she was now quite literally burning with rage, staring down Twilight like a berserk animal as the hole in her chest sealed up slowly, and it didn’t take a genius to see that her change in attitude happened as soon as it looked like she might lose Twilight’s soul.

Oh you done pissed her OFF.

Sunset pulled something out of her, the culmination of her stolen power mixed with the magic of Twilight’s soul; it was a sword. Or rather, it was a sword hilt, with the blade itself only coming to life as Sunset willed it, and the blade was made entirely of Sunset’s flames.

What do you call that, a Soul Weapon?

Twilight ignored her and warped to the lance’s location, Sunset turning around to face Twilight when she appeared, but Twilight just grabbed the lance and threw it a second time, immediately warping right behind Sunset Shimmer.

I LOVE how competent Twilight genuinely is! And that she knows EXACTLY how to Teleport Spam her weapon.

“You can’t kill me,” Twilight said casually. “We both know that if I die, my soul disappears.”

OHOHO! She has the upper hand here. Clever Twi.

“You need my soul,” Twilight explained. “You’re clearly desperate for it, so you must need the magic it provides for something extremely important to you. I’m willing to let you keep my soul, and stick by you and help you complete your quest, just as long as it’s not something that a Paladin would object to, of course.”

A deal with a demon? Go on.

“Was for you to get close to me,” Twilight smirked, feeling rather chuffed with herself. “Close enough that I could take the soul without having to advance on you at all.”

ladies is it gay to *gestures at all of this*

Speaking as a man, yes it is. But you know what it also is? Fucking amazing. I LOVE seeing Twilight's genius reflected in her battle style. She doesn't have a lot of magic right now, so she has to work with what she has and adapt. I'm sorely tempted to steal BORROW ideas from here for a personal project of mine that also involves The Gayest BookHorse.

I like it keep it up

Hmmm...im liking where this is going already. Then again, I’m a sucker for stuff with demons involved.

This sounds good. I can't wait to read more. Keep up the good work.

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I'm sorely tempted to steal BORROW ideas from here for a personal project of mine that also involves The Gayest BookHorse.

yesssss... my writing is for the People, so i highly encourage "borrowing" any of my ideas if they inspire u :3

“Setting up a hex,” Sunset said casually, rolling her shoulders back and letting her jacket fall off of them before tossing it to Twilight Sparkle. “Here, take this. Gets mighty cold down here at night, and I don’t want you keeping me awake all night with your teeth chattering or anything.”

A hex?

I drew up some runes around the castle, and if anyone tries to cross ‘em, it’ll activate the spell and I’ll know about it.

AH, useful.

“Uh, loosening up my shorts?” Sunset let out a scoffing laugh. “Can’t have them choking my massive cock while I’m asleep, y’know? Not like I’m taking them off.” Sunset grinned at Twilight, whose eyes were just barely peeking out from behind the jacket. “Unless you want that.”

I think she'd rather choke on said massive cock.

She was so sickeningly sincere in everything she did, and that made her look like an idiot. And yet, Sunset couldn’t help feeling maybe a little jealous? Like imagine feeling confident enough to just wear your real feelings on your sleeve like that.

Couldn’t be Sunset.

Quite.

Twilight yelped and jumped up. She hadn't realized that Sunset had woken up and was now looking right at her with that smug grin on her face.

I love this horse.

“Indecent!” Twilight squeaked, throwing her hands down in front of her furiously.

Oh you sweet, innocent little Lawful Good.

“You can’t fool me, walking bi pride flag,” Sunset scoffed, cocking her hip to one side. “You’re so obviously into me, it’s almost embarrassing.”

She has you there.

“I’m not into jerks,” Twilight said flatly, and Sunset’s eyes flickered with recognition for an instant as she clammed up. Did that actually get through to her?

To some extent.

“I’ll tell you on the way,” Sunset turned and snatched the jacket out of the air before draping it across her shoulders in one smooth move. Twilight had to admit at least, that the jacket looked really good on her. “But long story short, we’re headed for Paradise.”

Fun.

i love these gay horse women

Join the club. I made brownies.

Sunny, you're such a tease. Don't make Twiggles' head explode just yet.

Twilight stood with her back against a stone wall, staring across what looked like an ancient combat arena at a demonic pony— if you could even call a monster with no soul a ‘pony’ anymore— who was holding onto a soul that didn’t belong to her: Twilight’s soul.

she's gonna have a bad time

“I can’t believe Celestia’s still letting her soldiers run around in thigh-highs and a miniskirt,” the demon scoffed, Twilight’s face turning bright red. She was prepared for battle, sure, but she was less prepared for criticisms on her fashion. “Doesn’t seem entirely practical, y’know?”

omg
twi has good fashion sense

“They’re hot,” the demon shrugged and slapped her bare thigh, Twilight trying to disagree with that assessment but not entirely able to despite herself. Stupid sexy demon. “So what’s your name, girl?”

heheh

Twilight did exactly as she promised, running toward Sunset with the intent to gore her with the lance, but the demon teleported right in front of Twilight mid-charge, stopping Twilight in her tracks and grabbing her by the throat, Sunset’s demonic strength making it a simple matter to pick Twilight off the ground with just one hand.

oops
twi might have underplanned a bit there

“Okay,” Sunset flicked a hand through her mane, “that was pretty sick, I’ll give you that one.”

it was indeed
teleporting weapons to her is one thing, but teleporting her to weapons? neat

Twilight’s inner teacher’s pet wouldn’t let her respond to that praise with anything less than a big dorky smile, but she didn’t let that distract her from the battle at hand.

omg
:twilightsmile:

Twilight warped to the lance’s location behind Sunset, who turned around just in time for Twilight’s shield to collide with her face, the force of the blow causing Sunset to stagger backwards a couple steps.

ouch

Or at least it would have been easy, if not for Sunset lighting herself on fire at Twilight’s touch, forcing Twilight to recoil and giving Sunset enough breathing room to pull herself off of Twilight’s lance.

oh wow fuck

“You can’t kill me,” Twilight said casually. “We both know that if I die, my soul disappears.”

oh that is quite the conundrum

“And I walked right into it,” Sunset laughed and walked away from Twilight, the flames on her body subsiding and her sword disappearing into the ether. She turned her head to look at Twilight and flashed a devilish smirk that almost gave Twilight goosebumps. “Yeah, okay, Twilight Sparkle. Let’s you and me be partners for a while.”

ooooooh
good job twi

ladies is it gay to *gestures at all of this*

yes

“Fine,” Twilight sighed relentingly, and it was kinda satisfying to see her admit defeat.

heh

“As if,” Twilight scoffed in disgust, crossing her arms.

:ajbemused:
uh huh, we believe you

Sunset’s ears flicked up as the sound of Twilight’s snoring reached them. Sure didn’t take her long to fall asleep, even after all that whining. Sunset looked over and bit down a chortle; Twilight’s snore was ridiculous— all deep gravelly inhale, then soft little chirpy mewmewmewmewmew exhale. She looked and sounded so silly, especially after all that huffing and puffing she did while awake.

awwwwww

Looked like she’d been tossing and turning quite a bit in her sleep, cuz her yellow fur was tainted with dirt all over her stomach, which was bared because her shirt had become ruffled during her sleep, coming up even over—

—her bare chest.

well well well

Twilight looked at the jacket in her hand dismally as a searing blush spread across her cheeks.

whoops

“What’s the matter, Twilight?” Sunset snarked. “Don’t like the view?”

hm, probably does but isn't quite at the "admitting that" stage yet

“So you admit that you wanted to,” Sunset cut Twilight off, sinister smirk on her face.

she got you there

“You can’t fool me, walking bi pride flag,” Sunset scoffed, cocking her hip to one side. “You’re so obviously into me, it’s almost embarrassing.”

hah!

“I’m not,” Twilight said sternly, pushing up her glasses. Matters of physical attraction aside, and Twilight wasn’t willing to comment on that issue one way or the other, she found Sunset’s attitude to be constantly infuriating, which was something of a turn-off, to say the least.

uh huh, we believe you

“I’m not into jerks ,” Twilight said flatly, and Sunset’s eyes flickered with recognition for an instant as she clammed up. Did that actually get through to her?

uh oh

but that said, there's alot of other gay horse(?) women in the underground, and starting tomorrow we're gonna get to meet a few of them and see things from their perspective...

more gay horse(?) women! it's all i could ever ask for

There are active predators, and there are ambush predators.

“Well howdy, y’all,” Applejack, the de facto leader of the caretakers, affected a beaming smile and tipped her hat as the monsters found the secluded sanctuary. Last thing she wanted was to make ‘em feel unwelcome, so the hulking werewolf did her best to spread her infectious cheer to the runaways.

Werewolf Applejack. Alright, seems fun.

“Ooh, do we have visitors?” the gleeful voice of Autumn Blaze chimed in, the salamander whooshing past Applejack and even behind the visitors as a vaguely-pony shaped puff of orange flame before taking the solid form of a salamander with white fur and green scales charred almost black, the twitching of her fingers dropping specks of ash to the ground. Her mane at least looked fluffier than a comfy pillow, even as it shifted and flickered with the flames that resided within it.

That sounds adorable.

“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” the soft, sweet voice of the siren Coloratura rang through the ears of the visitors as the woman stepped into view before them, the glittering hem of her black floral-print dress shimmered around her thighs, as she carried two large mugs of cider in her hands.

A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

“Not just any demon,” another monster chimed in as Autumn wrapped it up in a warm blanket, giving the creature doe eyes as she made sure it was comfortable. “This one had a soul! And all the magic that comes with that.”

Sunset.

“It’s true,” Applejack chuckled, relaxing into less of a ‘perch’ and more a comfortable sitting position, her legs dangling off the cliff she sat atop. “I’d get my revenge on Flim and Flam. With or without a pony soul, I’ll be gettin’ my revenge eventually. But takin’ on a couple bastards in the Empress’ good graces takes power, and power… takes magic.”

And revenge is a dish best served cold.

The visitors never saw it coming. None of ‘em ever did.

OH. That's, hm. That is FRIGHTENINGLY cunning.

This magic wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Applejack. This wasn’t enough for her to get her revenge.

She would need to get her claws on that pony soul.

She's got bigger plans. Or at least, she isn't content with merely taking advantage of some poor unfortunate souls.

werewolf applejack: *exists*
me: *HEART EYES*

That's kinda gay.

“Well howdy, y’all,” Applejack, the de facto leader of the caretakers, affected a beaming smile and tipped her hat as the monsters found the secluded sanctuary. Last thing she wanted was to make ‘em feel unwelcome, so the hulking werewolf did her best to spread her infectious cheer to the runaways.

awwww! werewolf applejack :pinkiehappy:

Applejack couldn’t help but chuckle at how the terrified and anxious monsters visibly relaxed at the sound of Coloratura’s voice. She was so dang good at making others feel welcome, that Applejack felt like she and Autumn were almost redundant.

oooh! now that's a good selection of characters

“Sorry, we got off-track onto a personal conversation,” Coloratura added coyly, the siren’s slithery tail making its way around another of the guests. “That wasn’t very good hosting of us, we should be giving you our full attention.”

slithery tail!
slithery tail!! :pinkiehappy:
actually, what shape is a siren anyway
but still
slithery tail!!!

“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” the soft, sweet voice of the siren Coloratura rang through the ears of the visitors as the woman stepped into view before them, the glittering hem of her black floral-print dress shimmered around her thighs, as she carried two large mugs of cider in her hands.

"stepped" so probably still bipedal, just with a lovely slithery tail.

“But going out and fighting over magic scraps is so harrowing, isn’t it?” Autumn Blaze sighed, wrapping her arms around another of the visiting monsters, who looked too entranced by the beautiful women paying them attention to be alarmed.

hmmmmmm
yunno, this might not actually be a sanctuary.

The visitors never saw it coming. None of ‘em ever did.

ah yup, there it is

These two were so easily satisfied, and it made Applejack want to retch. Content to just kill passersby until judgment day and trumpets sound. So feeble-minded, these two.

aww, poor AJ i guess

Rarity lounged on the throne of her castle, tapping her finely polished nails against the wooden arm of her throne. Calling it a ‘castle’ wasn’t entirely accurate, but it was suitably dramatic which was frankly far more important than accuracy.

Naturally. Is she a vampire?

Honestly, very rude of whoever it was. Rarity needed all the reflective time she could get considering she couldn’t see her physical reflection.

Looks like I called it.

Rarity laughed softly under her breath at her own joke. Vampire jokes never got old to her… and neither did she! That was another vampire joke; Rarity had quite a fondness for them.

YEP! Vampire Rarity is a classic.

Rarity disappeared into a cloud of mist, and reappeared behind Coco, the younger vampire yelping in surprise as Rarity wrapped her arms around Coco’s waist, and quickly brought one hand up to her chest as Rarity sunk her teeth into Coco’s soft neck.

Raricoco. A rare (HAH!) pairing, but a fun one.

“A live pony soul has been discovered in the graveyard, Lady Rarity,” Coco said.

And now Rarity was checked back in.

I imagine.

Perhaps she might even be able to return home to the Fifth Circle…

Banished from the Fifth Circle for some reason, more plot threads.

Rarity fired off a small spark of blue magic from her horn, summoning a full-body mirror in front of her. With another crack of magic, a visage of Rarity’s reflection could be seen in the mirror. It was true she couldn’t naturally see herself in reflective surfaces, but she would be damned if she couldn’t find a way to look at herself and make sure she was as beautiful as possible at all times.

Fun fact, the reason vampires can't see themselves in mirrors is because mirrors used to be lined with silver. Modern mirrors are not, so...

“No, Coco, instead I’m going to pay a long overdue visit,” Rarity smiled and licked her lips at the thought of her prey’s disgusting fantastic body, her muscles writhing in Rarity’s embrace as she sunk her teeth into the wolf’s pretty neck, “to our dear friend Applejack.”

Monster Girl Rarijack? Fun!

i couldn't resist having vampire rarity dressed as vampirella like in that one comic cover, it was just too perfect

Don't suppose you could provide me with that comic cover for, uh, science?

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YEP! Vampire Rarity is a classic.

there was a bit of flip flopping at first over whether rarity or fluttershy should be the team vampire, and i'm rly glad we went with rarity cuz vampire rarity is just TOO GOOD

Don't suppose you could provide me with that comic cover for, uh, science?

the idw comics are on some next level shit and i love them
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Honestly, Rarity fits the classic vampire aesthetic better, only reason Fluttershy is usually one is because Flutterbat.

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that is completely true, but to be fair?? flutterbat owns

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I never said Vampire Fluttershy was a bad thing. I just said Rarity fits the 'classic vampire' aesthetic better.

So, we have a Raripire and and Applewolf. Curious to see what the rest of the Mane 7 are going to be.

Hmmm... So we have AJ v.s. Sunset/Twilight v.s. Rarity...

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A sirens tail in anthro is more likely like fish fin but more elongated and a bit smaller on the fin.

She tried to focus on the exercise though; the repetitive motion always helped the harpy keep her head screwed on straight. The Second Circle of the Underworld was a violent place, and that made keeping a steady and clear mind super important, especially on the eve of a major battle.

Harpy Dash. Can’t say I'm shocked.

“’sup dweeb?” Gilda whispered into Rainbow’s ear, standing Rainbow up and moving her claws down to Rainbow’s stomach, which was left bare thanks to Rainbow’s light clothing.

Gilda, now there is someone I have not seen in a while.

“Gawd, you sure are lucky that you’re hot,” Rainbow wrapped her winged arms around Gilda’s shoulders and waited patiently with a gleam in her eye for Gilda to kiss her again.

I like their dynamic.

The gruff, raspy voice of the pair’s commanding officer, a phoenix called Spitfire, broke them from their make out session, Gilda groaning in irritation at the interruption.

Phoenix Spitfire, fun!

“So basically,” Rainbow said coldly, “the siren’s life is worth more than ours.”

Basically.

“While Spitfire was pacing back and forth just now,” Gilda grinned at Rainbow, who still wasn’t quite sure what Gilda was getting at, “were you checking out her ass?”

Yes,

“I’m gonna make you laugh!” Pinkie said with a beaming smile.

Oh this should be fun,

“Not much, dog! What’s up with you!” Pinkie beamed ear to ear and laughed hysterically, and as much as Rainbow tried to keep herself composed, she couldn’t help laughing; she walked right into that one!

... Goddammit Pinkie, your dumb jokes always make me smile.

“Uh, w-wow, yeah no problem!” Pinkie beamed, and her smile seemed even brighter than before somehow; it was really cool to see.

This is probably the most kindness she's been shown in a while.

also, i was today years old when i realized a quetzal (a type of bird that exists in real life) and a quetzalcoatl (a mythical snake creature associated with lightning and rainbows) are two different things, so i combined 'em together to make gilda here

Fun reinterpretation of Gilda.

So Pinks is a doll golem that can grant magic energy by making demons laugh? Neat.

Gilda seems all take in this "relationship." Not exactly fair to Dash, but hey, they're demons.

Ri2

Wait, Sunset has a penis?

Quetzalcoatl is not a type of creature it is a god of the Aztec culture and it is more or less the mexican dragon. I love that you included it here.

Rarity lounged on the throne of her castle, tapping her finely polished nails against the wooden arm of her throne. Calling it a ‘castle’ wasn’t entirely accurate, but it was suitably dramatic which was frankly far more important than accuracy.

quite quite

Honestly, very rude of whoever it was. Rarity needed all the reflective time she could get considering she couldn’t see her physical reflection.

oh dear, that is quite the predicament

Rarity laughed softly under her breath at her own joke. Vampire jokes never got old to her… and neither did she! That was another vampire joke; Rarity had quite a fondness for them.

:pinkiehappy:

Rarity disappeared into a cloud of mist, and reappeared behind Coco, the younger vampire yelping in surprise as Rarity wrapped her arms around Coco’s waist, and quickly brought one hand up to her chest as Rarity sunk her teeth into Coco’s soft neck.

o-oh my

The truth was, anything outside the Paradise was of little consequence to Rarity. Even the gates of Paradise themselves, which were essential to keeping the riffraff out of Rarity’s hamlet, the inner workings of them would have been completely uninteresting to her if she didn’t have a personal affection for the three women who were stationed there.

rarity
rarity *rules* paradise?
oof

She also donned knee-high shiny black boots, but nothing more at the moment. Something was still missing. What she required was a crimson cape, and after she effortlessly produced it with another quick spark of magic, her look was complete and breathtaking.

ooooooooh

Breathtaking enough to snare her prey? Only time could tell.

well they're both quite gay so yeah probably

“No, Coco, instead I’m going to pay a long overdue visit,” Rarity smiled and licked her lips at the thought of her prey’s disgusting fantastic body, her muscles writhing in Rarity’s embrace as she sunk her teeth into the wolf’s pretty neck, “to our dear friend Applejack.”

oh my

Rainbow Dash stood underneath the shade of a fluffy tree, doing squats, her talons digging into the grass under her feet and her nose taking in the smell of the brackish water nearby.

oh hi rainbow!

She tried to focus on the exercise though; the repetitive motion always helped the harpy keep her head screwed on straight. The Second Circle of the Underworld was a violent place, and that made keeping a steady and clear mind super important, especially on the eve of a major battle.

ooooh, a harpy

“The only thing you should be focusing on,” Gilda turned Rainbow around and tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into the fiery eyes of her quetzalcoatl partner who was a good head and a half taller than her, “is me.”

oooh a quetzalcoatl!

“Dude, I’m focused as hell,” Gilda scoffed and grabbed Rainbow’s foot talon, yanking the harpy back down from the air and into Gilda’s huge muscular arms, Rainbow moaning as her body was pressed up against Gilda’s colorful feathers and her skintight leather suit, the quetzal’s slithery snake tail wrapping around Rainbow’s leg.

slithery tail...

“You never suck me off,” Rainbow grumbled, Gilda putting her arm around Rainbow and holding her in a headlock.

“That’s cuz you’re a little bottom bitch!”

yeah uh, A does not follow from B
hmm

“So basically,” Rainbow said coldly, “the siren’s life is worth more than ours.”

“Yes,” Spitfire responded without hesitation, and she began pacing back and forth in front of Rainbow and Gilda. “We’re soldiers, our lives mean nothing except in how they can be used to further the Lightning Knights’ campaign. It’s only by mere chance that our company is being tasked with an objective this important. We just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

ouch, but ok

As Spitfire came back into view up in the air, Gilda clammed up, leaving Rainbow to think about what she was proposing for a sec. She was basically talking about climbing up the ranks of the Lightning Knights by force , which didn’t seem like a great idea.

ah yes, insubordination to gain rank... which will never bite them in the ass at all, no way

The girl hopped out of Spitfire’s grasp and dusted herself off, letting Rainbow get a good look at her; she was a poppet, a living doll. Her pupils were shaped like little buttons, and she wore a ratty torn-up dress that didn’t even fit her.

doll girl! doll girl!!

She was big and plump, and her fur and hair were both bright pink, her mane especially was fluffy and curly as heck, though completely untamed like a garden full of weeds, but it still gave Rainbow big cotton candy vibes. Her smile was her most notable feature; Rainbow swore when she smiled it actually like literally lit up the area.

:pinkiegasp:
pinkie is a doll girl!
eeeeeeeeee :pinkiehappy:

now the real question, porcelain or plush? hmmmm :duck:

“Okay!” Pinkie stopped immediately, and Gilda put her hand against the tree and wheezed. “Green light!”

omg
the perfectly pinkie way to subdue an enemy

She was big and plump, and her fur and hair were both bright pink, her mane especially was fluffy and curly as heck, though completely untamed like a garden full of weeds, but it still gave Rainbow big cotton candy vibes. Her smile was her most notable feature; Rainbow swore when she smiled it actually like literally lit up the area.

fur, so likely plush not porcelain, dang
plush probably fits pinkie better but we are more partial towards porcelain. (although that's not to say they can't be combined, porcelain makes better extremities after all, rigidity is a bonus when utilizing fingers. plush is perfect for body and head, since the soul is likely tethered to the body as an essential rather than a brain inside a head, the head being plush can be for softnesses sake rather than for any need for protection. and body plush because soft.)

“Hey, Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow said, Pinkie turning her attention to Rainbow and cocking her head. “Sorry, about Gilda. She’s a little, uhh, much , at times. Sorry if she made you uncomfortable. And sorry for Spitfire too, you don’t ‘belong’ to anyone. Anyway, thanks for taking care of us! If we win this battle, it’ll probably be like all thanks to you! So thanks a million!”

“Uh, w-wow, yeah no problem!” Pinkie beamed, and her smile seemed even brighter than before somehow; it was really cool to see.

awwww, rainbow says doll rights! :pinkiehappy:

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:pinkiegasp:
pinkie is a doll girl!
eeeeeeeeee :pinkiehappy:

now the real question, porcelain or plush? hmmmm

that is actually a rly good question, and i think i'll go more into pinkie's doll anatomy the next time we see her. she's supposed to be a mixture of like those creepy dolls whose eyes follow u across the room, and a voodoo doll

Well, Sunny and Twiggles dynamic continues to evolve. Interesting that Twi's a pacifist.

Ri2

Do they BOTH have penises?

It was something that drove Twilight up the wall in the brief time she had known Sunset; for all the demon’s numerous character flaws and obnoxious personality traits, Twilight really couldn’t deny— no matter how desperately she tried to— that Sunset was hot .

Well, she has the whole fire theme so, yeah.

“I refuse,” Twilight said sternly. This wasn’t something that was up for debate with her. “And I don’t want you killing anyone either.”

I love me Lawful Good done well.

“I wasn’t thinking about sex,” Sunset laughed, “I was thinking about your thighs!”

If you say so,

“That’s right,” Twilight nodded. “Empress Nightmare Moon. She’s the reason why ponies’ souls are stolen during the night and they become monsters.”

Ah, fun.

“Hmm,” Twilight pondered, the gears in her head turning. “So monsters craft spells to absorb magic, but those spells cost magic, so it’s a puzzle to figure out the optimal amount of magic you can gather for the lowest cost.”

This sort of puzzle is right up your alley.

“It is what it is,” Sunset said unhelpfully. “You’ll see it when we get there.”

Ominous.

While all of the wolves looked tough, the one that gave Twilight pause was one that lingered in the back; she was massive, even compared to the other wolves’ already impressive size, with blood red fur and a messy mane of golden hair.

AJ.

i'm only a casual fan of equestria girls, so i'd never rly considered sunset shimmer before writing this story, but she sure became my favorite character in the entire show in a real hurry lmao (alongside rarity ofc; tie for first place)

Sunset is pretty great. Past EQG 1 anyway.

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yessssss
so more of a combo, that's great
i'm love her already

Confident Twily is best Twily. Good job living up to your ideals Sparkle butt.

The wolf pointed a single claw in Twilight’s direction, and while Twilight was tempted to shrink away and hide behind Sunset, she instead took a step forward, interpreting the wolf’s gesture as some kind of invitation.

Brave.

“I won’t be able to help you out of this. If you agree to this duel and lose, you belong to them now.”

Ah. Fun.

It also made her melancholy, thinking of her friends. Terramancy wasn’t a particularly popular school of magic, but Twilight was friends with no less than three absolutely brilliant practitioners of it. They always joked that they were the only ones who used it, and Twilight couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel about Orchard’s magic.

3? Maud I can see being one, but who are 2 and 3?

“Hey,” Sunset called out drolly from up on her perch, “maybe don’t give helpful advice out to your enemies like that.”

I'm with her on this. Save the "I’m so much smarter than you" gloating to internal monologues.

Orchard Blossom nodded, her arms folded across her chest as she stood perfectly still, like she had for the entire battle. Her patience was nothing short of extraordinary, and admirable.

Ah, so that’s how it is. Admirable, really.

Orchard’s patience had backfired on her; she had no intention of rushing the battle to a conclusion so she hadn’t even noticed when Twilight had hacked into her stream of magical energy and started feeding on it herself while she was walking around the statues and inspecting them.

See this? I LOVE this! Twilight is a genius and having it show in her fighting style whenever possible makes me VERY happy.

“You’re wrong,” Twilight whispered. She didn’t know if Sunset could hear her and frankly she didn’t care. “All battles are decided by what’s in a person’s heart, by the strength of their convictions! And that’s why a Paladin can never be defeated!”

This is some hot anime bullshit and I love it.

“Listen up, everyone! I’m going to end this battle with one attack!”

And how do you plan on doing so?

Twilight only had a moment to look at it, but it was by far the most impressive of them all; a confident and stunning muscular werewolf girl wearing what looked to be a well-worn and aged cowboy hat, a long mane of hair tied into a loose ponytail behind her.

Applejack?

“Why?” Twilight giggled and teasingly patted Sunset’s shoulder, walking past her and flicking her tail at Sunset as she passed. “I clearly don’t even need it.”

Twilight didn’t outpunch her opponent. She outsmarted her.

Left, right, left, right; they were mesmerizing. Granted, there was nothing else to focus on, as the gate stood unmoving and the dreary brick and stone and dirt of the surrounding cliffs didn’t do much to grab Applejack’s attention. Even if they did though, there was hardly a sight Applejack’d rather be looking at than a hot girl doing a cute dance.

Can’t say I blame you.

“It was a pretty cute dance,” Coloratura chuckled coyly, putting a hand up to her lips.

It was.

No, never mind that. Applejack took in a deep breath and refocused. She couldn’t afford to get distracted; not by hot women, and not by trying to make ‘friends’ with her colleagues. She needed to have a one-track mind, laser focused on getting her revenge.

Revenge. The most worthless of causes.

An ivory vampire mare with impressive curls of purple hair, dressed in barely more than a red slingsuit. Applejack couldn’t help her whole face turning red at just how much of the vampire’s body was bared, but Applejack knew that was par for the course with vampires; never revealing themselves until they’re sure they can get you under their spell.

Motherfucking Rarity.

“Bossy, bossy,” Rarity harrumphed, coiling a strand of hair around her finger and looking completely unimpressed. “You’re never going to attract the ladies with that kind of attitude, Applejack.”

Not your fault she's immune to your usual shtick.

As Rarity walked past Coloratura and Autumn Blaze to head for the gate, the two women attached themselves like remoras to Rarity’s arms. Whether they were genuinely that thirsty for Rarity, or the vampire just had ‘em both under her spell, Applejack had no clue.

Both?

Calling Rarity’s place a ‘castle’ was being awfully charitable on her part. Applejack couldn’t help letting a groan escape her lips as she crossed through the door into the large building that had been crafted as a theater, but had been unjustly stolen by Rarity so she could use it to stroke her own ego.

She's a vampire, ego stroking is part of the bit.

Coloratura’s eyes widened and she took a step back, her posture shrinking in on herself. Applejack realized she crossed a line that she shouldn’t’ve, and she wanted to say something to make it right.

I disagree. Sometimes you need to yell at someone.

“I need the pony soul,” Rarity licked her lips and crossed one leg over the other, a chill running down Applejack’s spine. “And you three are going to deliver it to me.”

Classic vampire. Getting others to do her dirty work.

Yea, Rares is playing a dangerous game. This should be entertaining.

It’d been this way since she’d woken up in the Underworld, but it was still a hard thing to accept that her magic was just gone , especially since she still showed no signs of becoming a monster.

huh, now isn't that odd
wonder if there's some fundamental flaw in the overworld's understanding of monsters
it's a mystery

Sunset sat in front of Twilight, legs crossed, the bulge in her shorts immediately gathering Twilight’s attention before the purple mare’s cheeks blushed and her eyes quickly darted away from it, her hands pressing down onto her tightly closed thighs to make sure she wouldn’t have her own bulge to deal with.

oh twi :rainbowlaugh:

How many times had she heard that before? How many times did she need to be reminded that monsters’ lack of souls meant they weren’t people anymore, and they needed to be killed ‘for their own good’?

oh no :pinkiesad2:

“Yeah, sure,” Sunset looked back at Twilight and stuck out her tongue. “It’s just if I have to keep sitting here with nothing to do but stare at your sexy thighs while you meditate, I’m gonna go feral.”

oh my!

“That’s right,” Twilight nodded. “Empress Nightmare Moon. She’s the reason why ponies’ souls are stolen during the night and they become monsters.”

oh hello

“Thank you, Sunset Shimmer,” Twilight smiled at Sunset, who responded by darting her eyes away and scratching her cheek. “I think this information will actually be quite invaluable.”

awwww, sunset's being helpful

“Mm,” Twilight muttered, uninterested in hearing yet another of Sunset’s irony poisoned defense mechanisms. “Then let’s get a move on.”

yes, irony poisoning can be quite frustrating to deal with

“Leave it,” Twilight replied immediately. “I told you, I’m not interested in taking magic from monsters, and I’d prefer to avoid unnecessary conflict.”

you see, the obvious thing is to take a bit from sunset, just enough to properly setup the magic leeching tools, but they're not at that level of trust yet
it's gay magic sharing

“Hey, don’t listen to her!” Twilight jumped in front of Sunset, pushing Sunset back with her hoof. “You don’t want to have any business with us, trust me. We taste real bad, and we smell awful and—”

oh god damnit twi :rainbowlaugh: you are terrible at this

Except Twilight, but most of her attempts to converse with monsters on the surface ended with her being tossed in the ocean or locked in a trunk or tied to a tree or… well anyway, they weren’t terribly successful at gathering information.

omg

“I won’t be able to help you out of this. If you agree to this duel and lose, you belong to them now.”

oh good, honor bound fighting systems
my favorite :twilightoops:

It also made her melancholy, thinking of her friends. Terramancy wasn’t a particularly popular school of magic, but Twilight was friends with no less than three absolutely brilliant practitioners of it. They always joked that they were the only ones who used it, and Twilight couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel about Orchard’s magic.

awww, nerd, even during battle

Twilight took in a deep breath, placing her hands on her hips for one moment. Sunset was right of course, giving advice to her opponent may have cost Twilight this battle, especially since Orchard Blossom’s defenses were only going to get stronger the more magic her little girl statue absorbed. Twilight was on a ticking clock.

yeah this is like, exactly why villains lose so often while monologuing
talking is not a free action

“Eeyup,” she said, and Twilight smiled. Her voice was quite deep, but Twilight felt it was quite beautiful.

aww :twilightsmile:

“But I’m also fighting for the people I love, and I can’t back down.”

"before my body is dry" playing softly but growing closer

“We’re similar in that respect,” Twilight said with a smirk. “We’re also similar—” Twilight bent down and picked two screwdrivers out of the claws of the young girl statue; two screwdrivers that were now full to bursting with the magical power that Twilight had been leeching out of the statue thanks to the spell she had crafted with them “—in that we put too much trust in our opponents!”

:facehoof:
perfection

“Twilight!” Sunset yelled, standing on top of the stone archway now and looking irate. “This isn’t some fairytale where battles are won by the power of your heart or whatever! This is a battle of skill and strength! So step up your damn game!”

omg
go sunset

Orchard grabbed Twilight by her leg and slammed her body hard against the statue of the lion, knocking all the wind out of her as her spine collided with the stone statue at a mortifying speed. Twilight was left gasping for breath on the ground as Orchard stepped over her, raising her clawed foot to stomp.

ok at this point "libera me from hell" is definitely the more appropriate song for this fight
she's getting destroyed

Twilight only had a moment to look at it, but it was by far the most impressive of them all; a confident and stunning muscular werewolf girl wearing what looked to be a well-worn and aged cowboy hat, a long mane of hair tied into a loose ponytail behind her.

oh hello!

“Booooo!” Sunset called out and sighed in bemusement, before jumping down into the arena and marching toward Twilight.

ah sunset

i gotta say, while i personally think the episode that coined the name orchard blossom SUCKS ASS, that name is good as hell

i remember nothing about that episode other than being annoyed and uncomfortable at it

It was the only reason she put up with Applejack, who was as stubborn as an iron wall but also hotter than a blazing conflagration.

Ah. You desire the chase. You want her because she doesn't want you. Because it's a challenge.

And Rarity would break Applejack down, sooner or later.

We'll see.

A different tact would be necessary here.

Don't bust down the wall, go around it.

“What I want right now,” Applejack affected an ugly toothy grin, putting a rough clawed hand on Rarity’s shoulder, “is to snap yer damn neck like a twig.”

Would that even kill her?

And with that, the stubborn bitch just up and left. She turned around and walked out of Rarity’s castle, leaving Rarity and even her own friends behind her.

Welp. So much for that.

“Oooooh,” Autumn Blaze cooed, hopping over to join the party, “somepony’s thirsty!”

Big time.

Looking at the purring, entranced Autumn Blaze as she laid naked, handcuffed to Rarity’s bed, it was impossible not to appreciate her curves and toned figure. But why merely look when she had the ability to touch?

Oh, so we're going this route.

Rarity wasn’t a ghoul after all, and she wouldn’t leave a beautiful woman in a dangerous position on her watch

Glad to know you have that much 'humanity'.

“You’ll let me use it,” Applejack said, frustratingly refusing to play Rarity’s game, “to get my revenge.”

And against whom, I wonder?

“I’m a blunt instrument,” Applejack shrugged. “And I ain’t afraid of you.”

Ohoho! That's one way to piss off a vampire. Go right for the pride.

“I’m always warm,” Autumn Blaze said ever so cheerfully, grating on Rarity’s last nerve. “I’m on fir—PHGHLMPH!”

That'd be a sign that she's not in the mood for your wordplay.

If there was one thing that Rarity could be certain of in this world, it was that she would never become tired of beautiful women.

That's thrice you've mentioned this. Methinks that's gonna come up. It's most likely your weakness. Added to vampires being especially vulnerable to fire and methinks that's two advantages Sunset has over you. Holy magic being one of Twilight's advantages. And thick armor you can't just pierce.

Well, AJ did a good job of clam-blocking Rares there. Of course, now we've got AJ getting ready to hunt down our dear Twily and Sunny.

“And thank you Autumn Blaze,” Applejack chuckled and wrapped her arm around Autumn’s head and caught her in a chokehold, the heat of the salamander’s flames not meaning a dang thing to Applejack’s magic resistance, “for doin’ that cute dance and givin’ me an eyeful of those hips.”

heheh

“Well, if you insist,” Rarity planted a kiss on Autumn’s cheek, and Applejack could practically see steam coming out Autumn’s ears. “But if you keep acting so cute, I may have to teach you a lesson. In my private chambers.”

oh me oh my

“Bossy, bossy,” Rarity harrumphed, coiling a strand of hair around her finger and looking completely unimpressed. “You’re never going to attract the ladies with that kind of attitude, Applejack.”

hmmmmmm

“Applejack,” Coloratura stood up and walked over and put her hands on Applejack’s arm, and while Applejack had the instinct to push her away, it was a welcome relief to see someone paying attention to her, or even just anyone but Rarity. “Rarity isn’t used to the rough climate of the First Circle like we are. She must be tired from making the trip to the gate and back, just give her some—”

:facehoof:
good gracious
she's got them good

“I need the pony soul,” Rarity licked her lips and crossed one leg over the other, a chill running down Applejack’s spine. “And you three are going to deliver it to me.”

oooooh this ain't gonna work out in any of their favor
at least at first
it's almost certainly going to work out gay

“I just need to make sure you’re out of harm’s way for the upcoming battle,” Spitfire said, brushing herself off to regain composure. “And that you won’t try and escape. Either of those things would have the commander after my head.”

Which you would rather avoid.

“Hmmm, maybe you should put me on a leash,” Pinkie smirked, and Spitfire gave her a bemused glance, though the faint pink tint to her cheeks clued Pinkie in that her flirtatious remarks were getting through at least a little.

Kinky.

How long had it been since Pinkie was stolen away from the surface? About a decade, if she wasn’t mistaken. Close enough if she was. She still missed her sisters, she missed her friends, she missed the love of her life.

Oh? Now this interests me quite a lot.

The Empress, the one who stole souls from the surface and that everypony lived in fear of, that fear dripped from every crack and pore of the Underworld too. Creatures’ lives were defined by that fear, by how they cowed to it or fought against it, and how anyone who did the latter either died or disappeared.

A tyranny.

She could never escape from it, at least while the Empress still drew breath.

So stab the bitch.

Maybe Pinkie couldn’t see the sun in the sky, but she was pretty sure she could see a rainbow.

And you know what they say. Inside of every demon is a rainbow.

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