The Ponyquin
"If you had seen it you would be scared out of your mind too, sis!" screamed Sweetie Belle, as she prepared to storm out of the carousel boutique.
"Goodness! I have never seen such anger in a body that small!" rarity thought to herself. "I didn't even argue the matter with her!" Rarity was thinking about what had just happened. Sweetie Belle had come to her earlier, claiming that she had seen one of Rarity's ponyquins looking around for something earlier that day.
"Sweetie Belle, let's be rational here! I'm sure it was your mind playing tricks on you again, darling." Said Rarity, not wanting to believe the words that the now hysterical Sweetie Belle had just told her.
These events had taken place roughly fifteen minutes ago. "Oh no! this is bad, now Sweetie Belle wont talk to me for at least tw-" Rarity was cut off, by the sound of a box of dress making supplies hitting the floor. "Hello?" Called Rarity, with fear in her voice, and a nervous look on her face. "Sweetie Belle, if this is a joke you can give it up now! You got me!" Rarity sighed, and gave up. "Oh what's the worst that could happen?" Rarity mumbled under her voice. She walked into the next room quietly, trying not to alert anypony that she was there.
Her hoof hit a small jewel that she was ripening for spike, because he helped her re-arrange the other day. "Shoot." said rarity under her breath, unaware that she had alerted the intruder. she ran into the room. "Show yourself!" she yelled.
In the corner of her eye, Rarity saw the stand that her poyquin stood on rocking back and forth slightly. "SWEETIE BELLE THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE!" screamed Rarity at the top of her lungs. Just then, she heard someone enter the boutique.
"Rarity, I'm sorry I yelled at you!" said the distinct voice of Sweetie Belle, who had just entered from the front door.
"Oh sweetums, I could never stay mad a-" Rarity choked on her words, as she realized what was going on. "Are you okay, Rarity?" said sweetie bell, with a hint of concern in her voice. "Sweetie, I'm SO sorry that I didn't believe your ponyquin theory!" Exclaimed Rarity.
"DID YOU SEE IT TOO?" Exclaimed Sweetie. "Yes, but its okay sweetie. I can handle this!"
"How do expect to do th-" Sweetie was cut off by Rarity's scream. "SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The door crashed down almost instantly, a baby dragon rushing in, with a speed that challenged rainbow dash.
"WHAT IS IT, RARITY?" screamed spike
"This ponyqin!" exclaimed rarity, pointing in its general direction.
"Prepare Wah Grind Hin doom." said a disembodied voice, coming from all over the room.
"we're in a LOT of trouble..." said spike.
"WHAT!? WHY?! WHAT WAS THAT, SPIKE!!" screamed Rarity, in a panic.
"Well." started spike. "That was Dragon's tongue. The language of the dragons. what he said, quite literally translates to prepare to meet your doom" said spike. out of nowhere, a mist formed in the middle of the room, conjuring up Rarity's ponyquin. but not the same as before. it had scales... and it could move.
The first thing Spike noticed was a small red spot on it's chest. "UUUGGHH'" roared Spike. He walked up to the ponyquin/ dragon prince, and pressed down the button. The room filled with all kinds of light, as the ponyquin disintegrated before their very eyes. "Fuck you Rarity, you could've done that yourself. Bitch." Said spike as he walked out of the carousel boutique.