Princess Fu*** sparkle is an nosy little S*

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I awoke with a start, inky blackness greeted my eyes and my heart began to race. The air smelled of mildew and the dripping of water could be heard in the distance. Remembering I had set up camp in a cave the previous day, I took a deep calming breath..

Getting up, I trotted over to my Saddle bag to check my food supplies. Much to my dismay I was running low. I had been planning on relocating today so I would try to trap a rabbit while I was out.

I was careful to constantly be on the move, never staying in any one location for long. A lack of work lately had made it difficult to find a reliable source of lust. I was a rare breed changeling that had the ability to break away from the hive. The first chance I got I grabbed what weapons I could get my hooves on and high tailed it outta there!

I had been traveling for three days now, the joint connecting my mechanical leg to my body was getting a bit cramped and would require a some attention soon.

I lost that leg in a bar fight with a drunk minotaur, it did not go well and that is all you need to know.

I don’t miss my leg, my robotic one has served me well. It has special storage compartments large enough to hold my pistol and some extra ammo. Perfect for my line of work as it is always important to have sufficient weaponry.

Lifting my saddlebag onto my back I left the cave. Warm summer rays illuminated the world in gentle morning light. Taking a moment to gather my bearings, I trotted north. After five hours I was nearing my destination, cresting a hill Ponyville came into view, thatched roofs dotted the landscape giving it a normal peaceful town feel. Something seemed off though. At the edge of town stood a large crystal castle. It was ugly as fuck, sticking out of the ground like a big cancerous sore.

I wondered what kinds of work ponies in a peaceful town like this one might be in need of. Towns like this usually had ponies in them that needed dirty work done but either didn’t want to do it themselves or weren’t capable of doing it, that’s where I come in. My previous experiences had taught me the bar was the best places to find work so I decided to start there.

Ducking behind some cover I donned my disguise. Lighting my horn, my body was engulfed in a flash of green flames. Looking myself over I was pleased to see that I was now a white unicorn stallion. I had a spiky blue mane and tail with some lighter streaks running through the middle. Leaving my cover I entered town and found the closest bar.

The interior of the establishment was dark, causing the light from the candles to cast long shadows on the walls. Directly ahead was a small bar, a lone pony stood behind it serving drinks. To the left was a small group of ponies sitting around a table smoking and talking in hushed voices. A large pegasus from the group gave me sideways glance then mumbled something back to his companions. I sat down at the bar across from the bartender.

“what can I get for you, son?”

“I’ll have a bloody mary with extra vodka and lemon juice.”

He nodded and began to mix my drink. A minute later he set the dark red drink in front of me, “Here you are sir.” I nodded in thanks and took a sip of my drink.

Halfway through my drink the large pegasus stood up, approached me and tapped me on the shoulder. Ignoring him I continued to enjoy my drink. After the third tap on the shoulder with me ignoring him he started talking.

“Oh, so you think you’re tough shit.“?

I turned to him revealing my mismatched eyes to which the pegasus reeled back at but quickly recovered.

I responded with “fuck you asshole!”

Getting right in my face he looked into my eyes,“I challenge to to a fight!”, utter contempt dripping from his every word

“I accept.”

Placing my drink down I got up and took a couple steps then motioned for him to follow. I did not want to pay for any damages to the bar so I led him outside to a place with sufficient room for a fight.

I settled into a fighting position and waited for him to make his first move. Predictively he charged me, but I easily side stepped him. Stooping, he turned and tried to charge me once more. This time I moved to the side, reached around his barrel with my forelimbs and used his momentum to fling him into the wall of a nearby house. He fell to the road in a boneless heap, out cold.

Our little skirmish had not gone unnoticed, a flash of purple followed by a loud pop revealed a lavender alicorn. She took a moment to look over the scene her eyes narrowing on me, slowly she approached me a scowl forming on her face.

“Are you the one who is causing this madness in my town?”

“And what if I am?”, I said to her putting as much venom as I could into that sentence.

“What is your name?”, she asked in a commanding tone not liking my attitude.

“Go away”, I mumbled, the nosy little “princess” acted like she owned the place and that I should be grovelling at her hooves!

She opened her mouth to get a word in but I cut her off, “Princess or not if you act like you own me I will take your stuck up little head, chop it off and personally drag you and your dismembered carcass to tartarus.”

This made everypony recoil but I could care less what they thought of me. I hated interacting with other ponies unless it involved work. I turned to leave the scene in the hopes of finding a nice place to curl up in and stay for the night. The little ‘princess’ finally got over her shock and moved to block my path,

“I asked you your name citizen”, she stated extending her wings and taking a couple of steps in my direction in an attempted show of dominance.

Letting out a sigh I looked her directly in the eyes, “My name is Winter and don’t you forget it.” I was now nose to nose with the so called ‘princess’, “Now. Get. out. of. my. way!”

Taken aback she stood there silently and watched as I disappeared down the street.

Missions and bat ponies

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Darkness once more greeted my eyes as I awoke within a cave within the Whitetail woods. My body was sore, I fought to get up and walked over to retrieve my bags. The events of the previous day would not make finding work easy and to add to my troubles, I had caught the attention of a princess. I groaned at my misfortune, deciding to I needed to clear my head I got up and prepared to go for a walk.

I pulled out my sword, it had a beveled iron blade and enchanted to make so it could cut through steel like butter. It was one of the few possessions I could actually call mine and it never left my side. I Loosened the straps of the sword’s scabbard and secured the sword to the side of my barrel. Ensuring it was secure I then placed my saddle bag over the sword hiding it from view

Reaching into my bag once more I removed my crossbow and decided to hide it in the cave among a small outcrop of stones near the entrance of the cave. Satisfied I made my way out of my temporary dwelling.

The forest around the cave was dense with bushes, trees and all manner of animals I wasn’t even aware existed until now. The closer I traveled to the edge of the forest the more sparse it became. Alarmed by this fact I donned my disguise.

Soon I cleared the treeline and trotted into Ponyville. Ponies were whispering behind my back when they thought I wasn’t paying attention to them. One couple who were talking in hushed voices I did hear though, “He's the one who started the fight last night?!” It was enough for me to realise why everyone in the town was whispering behind my back.

I entered the bar once more and and got the bartender's attention. His eyes flashed with recognition and he glared at me, “You better not be here to start trouble again.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Well then, what’ll it be?”

“Nothing this time. I’m here for something different”, I said flashing him my sword.

His eyes widened and he looked around to make sure none of his other patrons were paying attention to our conversation. Satisfied he ushered me through a door and into a back room.

“It’s been a long time since we had somepony like you come to town.”

“Figured”, I responded gesturing through the open door to the almost empty establishment.

“So what are your plans in our little town?”, he said, his mood darkening.

“I told you I was not looking for trouble, I’m just looking for some work”, I replied adding a matching amount of venom to my voice.

“Well then!”, his mood brightened, “ I’ve heard there’s one pony looking for your kind of services. She owns a nightclub a few blocks from here. I’d start there.”

“Thanks for the tip.” I nodded my head. I got up and made my way out of the the bar. Once outside I decided it was about time to explore this town. I hadn’t gotten the chance yesterday thanks to a certain pony princess.

Not surprisingly I didn’t see any blacksmith’s shops but there was a clothes shop on the edge of town called ‘Carousel Boutique’ I hated fashion and frilly useless expensive clothes so I made a mental note to avoid that place at all costs.

Evening neared and it was time to meet my potential employer.

I entered the nightclub and asked the receptionist where I could find Vinyl.The receptionist led me through a maze of doors but finally opened one to reveal a white unicorn with mane colors very similar to mine along with the hairstyle but her tail was short and spiky. She motioned for me to enter. I nodded thanks and stepped through the threshold and approached the dancing mare as the door was closed behind me.

“Hello!” I yelled trying in vain to get her attention. She just kept dancing apparently not hearing me over the music coming from her headphones. I Tapped her on the shoulder and was finally got her attention.

Taking off her headphones she sat down on her couch and motioned for me to sit across from her. I settled into the chair making sure she got a good view of the hilt of my sword. Her eyes narrowed and she gave me a serious glare, “I’m guessing you're here for the job then”, she stated, getting right to the point.

“Yup”

A sly smile crept across her face. “I’m not going to just give out this job to anypony. You have to prove to me that you’ve got what it takes”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I want you to bring me the head of a manticore.”, she stated,“ And you have one hour or you don’t get the job.”

One manticore head and many disgusted stares later…

I returned to Vinyl’s office and dropped the manticore head on her desk in a vain attempt to get her attention.

After a lot of waving my hooves around like a maniac she finally noticed me. I Motioned towards the head on her table, sat back on my haunches and watched her face change from a look of horror, to shock then to happiness.

She happily held out her hoof, I reached forward with my own and gave it a shake. She reached to her side and hoofed over a folder containing the details of my mission.

“You have until the end of the month to complete the mission.”, she started,” Half your payment is in that folder and you will get the other half when the job is done.”

With that she ushered me out the door and her receptionist lead me back to the entrance.

The next few days were filled with planning and getting ready for my mission. I was confronted by Miss sparkle once again. She asked me where I was going but she left after I grunted “Work” at her showing that I was not interested in talking to her.

I used some of the money she had given me for supplies like ammo, food, and used the remaining money for more specialized equipment. If I was going to pull this off my equipment would need to be light to allow me to work swiftly while still being ready for any situation. All of this as you could imagine was pretty expensive but I was able to make it work within my budget.

The mission, according to the file was to find a pop star by the name of Sugar Cherry and assassinate her. The job was most likely fueled by jealousy, but it payed well and as long as I didn’t get sent to jail I did not really care.

Her next performance was in Manehatten and I was making plans to pay her a visit during it.

The day before I left on my mission I was walked out of the hotel I had been staying in and literally ran into a pegasus. She had a cyan coat and rainbow colored maine. “I’m so sorry, I did not see you come out”, she apologised.

“It’s fine I wasn’t looking where I was going either.”

“No it’s totally my fault, let me do something to make it up to you.”

“Alright.” I looked around and saw Sugarcube Corner off in the distance. “I know, why don’t you let me treat you to some coffee and we will call it even.”

The pegasus’s name was Rainbow Dash and I found her to be a nice pony unlike her friend miss Sparkle. We made small talk as I wanted to know more about my new rainbow maned friend.

“So, how long have you lived in ponyville?”, I asked taking a sip of my coffee.

“Oh I’ve lived here since my friend fluttershy moved here. So about three or four years.”

“I’m new, mind telling me a bit about the town?”

“Sure!”, she said her mood brightening.

“It was founded almost a century ago by a group of earth pony settlers but since then unicorns and pegasi have moved in.”

“Interesting.” I said.

“Well where do you come from?”

“I don’t really have a place to call home, I don’t stay anywhere long”, I responded.

“Oh that’s a shame…” A sad frown appeared on her face.

Trying to change the subject, I inquired “Well, what do you do for fun?”
Once again she brightened at this, “Lots of things, I enjoy racing with other pegasi! But you don’t have wings...”

“Actually, I do have a pair and if you're willing to my hotel room I’ll show you them.”

She adopted a confused look as she looked over my body closely looking for wings. When she did not find any she raised an eyebrow.

“They’re magic wings”, I quickly interjected trying to head of the inevitable question.

“Awesome! They sound awesome!”, she said. “Want to meet at six then?”

“Sure! That sounds great! I haven’t been able to show someone my wings quite some time.”

“Okay, see you then! But no funny business.”, she gave me a serious glare then we parted ways.

After some of shopping and organizing it was finally six.

I heard a knock on my door and went to open it. Standing just beyond the threshold was an excited Rainbow Dash.

“So, where are your wings?”, She asked once again looking over my body for a set of feathered appendages. “Are you gonna do the spell after I come in?” she asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“Yes, just come in and make yourself comfortable.”

She stepped inside and I closed the door.

I Dropped my disguise in a flash of green fire and stood in front of rainbow, “So what do you think?”

She didn’t appear overly concerned that a changeling was standing before her. “Huh…..”, was all she was able to get out at first, “I had my suspicions about it considering that Twilight mentioned the spell to give wings was very difficult to perform.”

“What, you have that little faith in me?”, I asked faking a pouty face.

“No it’s just that Twilight was the only unicorn I knew that was powerful enough to perform that spell aside from the princesses of course. Not that it matters anymore since she is an alicorn” she stated not falling for my fake pouty face.

“Well then as you can probably see I can’t exactly race unless you want to race around the hotel room, or explain a random new pegasus in town.” I stated gesturing around the room with a hole filled hoof.

“Well what else can we do then?” Her expression faltered and she stared at the ground in disappointment.

“Well we could go hunting… Except you can’t eat meat...”, I hesitantly interjected hoping my suggestion did not disgust her..

“Actually..”, she started opening her mouth and flashing a set of fangs, “I can considering I’m a thestral.” I was dumbstruck, she hid her true nature so well it would make Chrysalis envious. She smirked at my awed expression, “What? Pony society is fearful of thestrals so we’ve gotten very good at hiding our true nature.”

“Well as long as you promise to not suck my blood then sure. First let me get my scarf.”

When I arrived back at the door she was admiring my two pistols, “Where did you get these?”

I gave her a knowing smile,“The previous owner died and had no further use of them.”

She looked at me quizzically for a second but shrugged it off, “Well enough wasting time, let’s go!”

I nodded, quickly donned my disguise and we walked out the door. Ten minutes later we arrived at the edge of the Everfree Forest, I loaded my pistols in preparation for the hunt. Much to my surprise Rainbow lifted a wing revealing a short bow with some arrows. Lifting her other wing she pulled out a small hunting knife. She noticed my staring, “What? You honestly didn’t believe we were all unarmed here?”

I shrugged and started trotting into the forest.

We moved silently through the forest, our eyes scanning the underbrush looking for any unsuspecting prey. Eventually we came upon two birds, carefully we took aim with our respective weapons. Rainbow loosed her arrow first striking the bird on the left. I quickly followed with my pistol, the loud bang reverberating around us as the second bird lay motionless on the ground.

Near the edge of the Everfree we found a small clearing and decided to started a campfire. The birds were skinned, gutted, spitted on a stick and left to roast over the open fire. Rainbow curled up next to me and we sat by the fire. I decided to transform into a pegasus, reaching out with a feathered wing I let it fall gently over her shoulders and pulled her into a tight embrace as we watched our meal slowly cook.

“Thanks for coming along on this hunting trip. It’s been a long time since I have been able to find someone who accepts me and doesn’t run away screaming.” I said, true gratitude showing in my eyes.

“I’m glad I came. I can’t tell my friends because of an encounter before with Fluttershy turning into a thestral and threatening Applejack’s farm so they would probably hate me.” she said, her voice getting a bit of a sadder tone.

I held her tight with my wing, “I won’t reject or hate you ever.” I stated, smiling down at her.

We spent the rest of the time before the meal finished cooking enjoying each others company and keeping warm by the side of the fire. It felt good to be able to share this with someone. Overall it had been an awesome night, tomorrow I would embark on my mission for who knows how long.

New beginnings... And, well demons.

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I stepped out of the cab just outside of a slightly run down hotel. The city had a musty smell that could only be produced in a cramped concrete jungle. Around every corner ponies could be found fighting, or just generally mistreating each other. It was as if everyone thought themselves better then the next pony, making the city feel like a black hole for generosity.

I walked into the hotel, an elderly gray mare with light pink hair sat behind a large oak desk with a bored expression plastered on her face. She looked up from what she was doing, “Hello sir, welcome to the Homeland Motel, do you have a reservation with us?” I nodded my head head in confirmation.

“Okay sir may I have have your name?”

“Winter, Blade.”

She took a moment to look through a large collection of folders flipping through them at blinding speed. Soon she stopped and opened one particular folder and quickly shuffled through its contents. “Yes, Mister Blade. You have a reservation for the single bed, one bathroom, and no window room, correct?”

“Yes that would be me. May I have my key?”

“Hold your horses! I’m getting it.”

“I was trying to be polite…” I muttered under my breath.

“Okay sir I have your key! Enjoy your stay at the Homeland motel”, she said while handing me the key to my room.

Nodding thanks I made my way across the lobby and down the hall. I made a left then continued a short distance till I was confronted with a door with the numbers 23. Using the room key I unlocked the door and entered the room.

There were no paintings on the walls and the room had a monochromatic tan wallpaper. The only thing interesting about the main room was the oak wood bed with white sheets and three pillows. The end of the bed was covered with a wide and long gold colored piece of fabric that was a good contrast the white bed sheets and pillows.

I dropped my saddle bags off in my room along with my shoto, securing them under the bed so none of the cleaning ponies would find and steal from them. After my belongings were stowed in my room and my crossbow and pistols were hidden with a minor illusion spell, I set out to find the theatre.

I trotted through bustling streets dodging ponies left and right, eventually though I came upon a large square building with glowing lights around a sign that read, Manehatten Theatre. The building was four stories tall with a slanted brick roof. The outside concrete was painted red but was starting starting to fade with age.

I walked into the barren lobby, only a singular janitor cleaning crumbs and popcorn off of the floor could be seen. I Slipped into the bathroom and promptly disguised myself as a female stagehoof with a light brown coat with rusty orange hair done in neat curls.

I peeked out of the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised to find that the janitor pony had left the room leaving me all alone. Good, nopony would see me come out of the stallion’s bathroom as a mare.

I proceeded backstage to begin scouting positions for the ‘job’. Backstage was spacious with more than enough room for performers and behind the scenes personnel to move about without getting in each other's way. A couple of stagehooves working in the back gave me odd looks but otherwise left me alone.

Stepping out onto the stage, I saw that the seats were arranged in a half dome, along with three large balconies placed around the room and overlooking the stage. I kept an idea of using the balconies for my assassination in the back of my mind, but would hold out on choosing to do that until i was sure it was the best possible option.

As I continued my exploring, a snobby looking stallion sauntered up to me, looking down on me like he a king and I a peasant. “You’ll do…” he muttered under his breath before I was promptly voluntold, “You, help me move something for Mistress Lady Sugar.”

‘I can see why Vinyl doesn’t like her if she is anything this stallion makes her out to be.’ I thought to myself.

“Yes I will my good stallion”, I responded, despite my thoughts on mistress Sugar.

“Good, now follow me.”

A white limousine was parked outside the theater with a box of some sort sitting in front. There were no clues of what was in the box nor did I care. It was more than likely a dress or something similar. Lifting the box onto a roller I pushed it into the theatre but stopped and looked back at the stallion, “Where should I put this box, sir?”, I asked him, only the slightest hint of mockery in my tone.

“Put it backstage with the rest of Mistress's items.” he said, talking to me as if I were his personal slave. I wondered if this is how ponies in the city generally treated each other or if this was how this stallion treated everypony.

Wheeling the box backstage, I dropped it off at a mirror labeled “Sugar Cherry”. Afterwards I continued my search of the theatre without further interruption.

Walking along the upper level behind the balconies, I noticed a door labeled 'authorized ponies only’’. Since I was technically a staff member in this form and nopony was stopping me, I went threw open the door.

The mysterious 'staff’ door housed a staircase that led to a catwalk overlooking the stage. ‘Okay’, I thought to myself, ‘Scratch the balconies idea, this is a way better spot.’

The catwalk would be perfect for my mission, if anypony looked up towards my position they would be blinded by the overhead lights and I could make an almost perfect unobstructed shot at Sugar. Additionally, if anypony saw me they would think me a pony working the lighting.

With my planning finished, I snuck out of a side door of the theatre, so as to ensure I would not be observed. Once outside I disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway, switching disguises in a flash of green fire and emerged as Winter. Content I made my way back to the hotel to get some rest.

The next day I made my way to the catwalk disguised once more as a stagehoof. I slipped up to the catwalk with my weapons hidden under my clothes and my crossbow under a rough cloaking spell. Looking down from my vantage point, I observed the crowd. Ponies were restless, whispering to each other in excited tones. Suddenly the lights dimmed and sugar stepped out onto the stage.

She wore a flowing white dress with expensive diamonds embroidered into the fabric. I listened to her sing for a few moments enjoying the sound of her voice. Eventually though it was time, I leveled my crossbow and positioned my magic on the trigger. I fired a bolt from the catwalk, aiming at her head. With great speed she dodged it going into elaborate dance moves as part of her routine, not even noticing the crossbow bolt embedded into the floor, until she spun back towards it and tripped on it. I Reloaded as she looked up, trying to spy where the bolt came from despite the blinding light. I corrected my aim and shot for her head once more. She must of been tipped off by my motions as the bolt once more missed and caught her dress right as she was dodged. She looked up at the catwalk with hate filled eyes while she took taking a defensive stance and summoned a shield from her horn. With her shield up, she bolted from the stage to seek cover.

The scene on stage did not go unnoticed by ponies in the crowd. One in the front row yelled, “assassin!”, and started running for the exit. Mass panic rippled through the theatre with ponies to rushing for the exits, clogging them and crushing some ponies in the stampede.

I sped down the stairs from the catwalk and over to the balcony closest to her. Looking over the edge I spotted her then jumped, using telekinesis to slow my descent at the last moment. Trotting up to her with one of my pistols out, I shot her straight through the head, or so I thought… a sack fell to the ground where Sugar had just been. I quickly looked up sensing the anger coming from her. Above me was a unicorn charging a spell as she fell. A beam of bright light erupted from her horn arcing its way towards my position. Taking a defensive stance a green aura enveloped my horn and I promptly released a bolt my own. Our spells negated each other causing a small explosion. She continued to fall and I dodged to the side just in time to escape being crushed by the falling unicorn. Noticing a cut on her coat, I noted that I had hit my mark at least partially. Leveling my crossbow at her tired looking form, I pulled the trigger.

She teleported right before the bolt hit her making it stick in the wall behind her with a loud ‘thunk’. Her voice seemed to come from everywhere, “why are you trying to kill me?”

“Business” I retorted.

Honing in on the mare radiating confusion and anger, I changed my form to a demon looking form with leathery wings, freakishly long fangs sticking from its maw, and the body of a spider. I roared, taking a couple of steps towards her. She screamed, “DEMON!”, completely losing her fake tired expression quickly adopting a look of a terror as she ran for her life from the ‘demon’.

Changing forms took a pretty good amount of mana, especially one rarely used or an absolutely new form. To make a form we literally create each part of it. It’s kind of like using a unicorn’s magic. You reach into the back of your mind and think of a form. The flames that encase our us destroy our previous body as we transfer our soul to the new form. Our soul holds every memorable moment in our lives but many of the small details are lost in the transfer.

I grabbed her with my front claws. Pulling her close as she struggled, I stabbed her through the heart with a long pointed claw and she quickly fell limp. A quick clean death.

The door to the theater burst open and twelve armed security personnel arrived, leveling weapons at me. I would try not to kill any of them because I didn’t want this to make the princesses look into it themselves. Activating a nearby smoke machine with my magic, I changed back into Winter Blade and used what little magic I had left to teleport a short distance out of sight. I fled through a side door brushing by a confused looking guard.

Once out of sight of the guard I hailed a cab, and rode the seven blocks back to the hotel. As I opened the door to my room, I collapsed into a coughing fit as the adrenalin started to ware off. I sat there quite literally almost coughing a lung up and faded into a incredibly deep sleep.

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This is not actually a real chapter but a note to any readers of this story. I feel like I have said this many times, but as of late I have become uninterested in this story. I may do more with it in the future but as of now I have become uninterested with it and the only reason that i do this is because it is fun and interesting. I have a few ideas for other stories but i don't know if I will work on them a lot or post them on this site. only the future can hold those answers. I am going to put this story on hiatus until then, but don't hold your breath for any new chapters. or really anything happening in terms of stories right now or soon for that matter.