Blueblood Gets Buck(ed)
It was the day of Prince Blueblood's visit to Ponyville, and Rarity had a grudge. She was very good at keeping them. Generous with them, even. For all those years, ever since the Grand Galloping Gala had proven her Prince Charming fantasy to be just that, she'd harbored a secret hatred against the Prince of Canterlot. Oh, she'd hidden it well enough. Over the years, she'd been in contact with him numerous times, but had shown no sign of the fury seething beneath the surface, let alone any memory of that terrible night. What could she do, stab him with her horn in front of a fashion show crowd? Toss him off his airship? No, those methods were too messy, and besides, she didn't want to kill him.
She wanted to ruin him. She wanted to destroy every single thing the prince stood for. She didn't care how, she just knew that his overstuffed soul would do better as a bathroom rag than a prince. And now, she finally had her chance.
True words were spoken, she was set free from the spell, yadda yadda, blah blah blah. Rarity may not have been under mind control anymore, but she knew a good thing when she saw it, and Inspiration Manifestation was just the spell for her. She still toyed with it from time to time, making minor adjustments to ponies and situations to suit her advantage, but the big prize was still out there. When she heard about Blueblood's impending visit to the outlaying towns of Equestria, she knew she finally had her chance.
A little clever thinking, a forged royal seal, and Carousal Boutique was added to the tour's itinerary. Just before noon, he'd be there, without guards as was his custom. And then, she'd strike.
When the door chimes rang, Rarity's heart leapt, but she managed to keep her cool and trot down the stairs, saying in a singsong voice, "Welcome to Carousal Boutique, where everything is chic, unique, and magnifique!"
Blueblood stood in the doorway, dressed in a white sports jacket and slacks. He turned to Rarity, opening his mouth to speak, when a blast of green magic from her horn hit him square in the chest.
In an instant, his expensive suit had burned away in green flame, replaced with a cheap red plaid shirt and blue jeans. His manticore skin shoes were replaced with dirty rubber boots, and a Buck Dynasty baseball cap had appeared atop his perfectly curled mane.
"You!" Blueblood shouted, pointing at Rarity, "What did you do with my clothes?!"
Rarity just smiled. "Moi?" She replied, her horn glowing, "Why, I changed them to better suit your new personality!"
"What new..." Blueblood slowed, then stopped. A faint green glow circled down his horn and into his head. His eyes glowed bright green for a second, before returning to normal. He stood there speechless for a moment, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. As he did so, his mane seemed to shrink down, balding in some spots and becoming completely unkempt. A sprinkling of unshaven dark hairs sprouted across his face and neck. Rarity snapped her fingers in front of him, causing him to snap back into reality.
"As Ah was sayin'," Bluebuck drawled as his speech patterns changed, "Ah was hopin' Ah could git a new onn-somm, uh, onn-samm..."
"Ensemble?" Rarity said, helpfully.
"Yeah! Ah'm outgrowin' mah usual duds, y'see."
Rarity could see that. Bluebuck's body was bulging against his clothes. His plaid shirt had mysteriously lost the bottom two buttons, and was near to losing a third to his expanding belly. Flesh oozed over the top of his jeans, giving him a thick muffin top. Stains appeared across his clothing, both from food and sweat. Dark circles appeared around his armpits, and splotches of ketchup and mustard soaked into his shirt. A foul smell began to rise up, and Rarity realized that the stallion had pissed himself. A dark streak worked its way halfway down his pants before soaking into the already filthy denim.
Bluebuck smiled dumbly, exposing his rotting, yellowed teeth. A thick miasma of alcohol, shit, and piss clung to the hick like a veil. Rarity was quite pleased with herself, but wasn't sure what to do next to finish destroying the former prince. Suddenly, an idea sparked in her head. Her horn glowed, and she gave him a peck on the cheek, barely able to contain her disgust at the fuzzy feeling and salty taste. Her red lipstick left a mark that could be mistaken for a ketchup stain on his filthy face, and she almost retched at the sight.
Bluebuck blushed, a smile creeping across his flabby cheeks. He didn't realize it, but Rarity's kiss had sealed his fate. The transformation was permanent. Even if somepony recognized the former prince, his original mind and body could never be recovered. Not that anypony would want that. In Rarity's mind, the fat, idiotic redneck was a much better fit for the worthless stallion.
"Why, of course, darling!" Rarity replied, grinning, "I'd be delighted to design a whole new wardrobe for my favorite admirer. Why don't you come back around noon tomorrow, and I'll get your measurements?"
Bluebuck's throat made a noise that almost sounded like a hiccup. "H'yuk! Ah'd be dee-lie-ted to, Miss Rar'ty!"
With a tip of his Buck Dynasty hat, Bluebuck turned around and waddled away, ripping a foul egg-scented fart as he did. A drop of brownish sludge splashed to the floor from inside his pantleg, and with a flick of her horn, Rarity picked it up and wiped it across his denim-clad ass. She opened the door for him to keep his dirty hands off her nice doorknob, watching Bluebuck leave and enter his new, pathetic life. The slobbish moron raised a hand and smacked the ass of some passing mare, who recoiled in disgust. Rarity smiled as the door swung shut.
"Much better," She muttered. She rubbed her hands together in glee, a green glow emanating from her eyes.
"But there's still more work to do!"