"What do you do?"

Why, you go get breakfast of course! Or, lie in bed and watch Zecora's plot as she makes it. That's good too.

First, the most important meal of the day, breakfast. Make sure to watch the loveliness that is Zebra plot in motion while she works.

You're still exhausted, even after sleeping like a rock. Good thing Zecora is apparently making breakfast; maybe she'll give you a little show like last time? It's so sexy when your Zebra works her toned body and you sit there and watch. Doubly so when she's working on something for you, makes you feel big and important! It's not like you're lazy, you just couldn't sleep well yesterday.

You close your eyes and breathe in the sweet scent of the boiling concoction, saturating the air. The smell is powerful, spice-filled, comprised of foreign ingredients and chemicals plucked from the unknown depths of the Everfree. The popping and hissing of the bubbling brew fills your ears as it boils, along with the faint hum of the mare who has brought the cauldron to such a great heat. You don't need to look to know who's making the aromatic brew, but you turn to gaze from beneath the covers anyway, and your eyes immediately thank you for your gracious action...

Swish. Swish. Swish-Swish-Swish.

Zecora is shaking her plot, in time with an unfamiliar but hypnotic tune, a faint hum coming from her mouth as she shakes her toned flank to the music in her head. Her tail swishes back and forth as she stands on her hind legs, waving her hips and leaning over the cauldron, stirring it with the bamboo stick tucked between her forehooves. The way she's leaning pushes her plot out towards you for your viewing pleasure, giving you a very clear view of her sexy zebra butt as she shakes. And as the icing on the cake, with her tail moving back and forth with the beat in her head, you catch regular peeks at her marehood... foreign zebra pussy. Nice, soft, and tight, as you know from experience...

You lick your lips. Right now breakfast has a SIGNIFICANT challenger for your attention.

It's a real enticement to just lay there beneath the covers and watch your zebra shake her flank, screw breakfast... Or make a move and have her for breakfast... But a loud growl from your stomach decides between dinner and a show for you, much to your chagrin. Zecora stopped partying with her plot, and turned to look over her right shoulder towards you, blinking slightly with surprise, and then smiling warmly.

She states cheerfully. You suppress a sigh of disappointment at the cessation of the show, then smirk and look to her with a raised eyebrow, meeting her eyes with an amused gaze.

"Awww, and here I was hoping I'd get to keep watching you boogey like it's your birthday." You say with a grin, causing Zecora to blink once more, then blush, a tinge of red staining her cheeks as she turned her gaze to look back to the cauldron in front of her, before stammering out-

She spoke, blushing a deeper shade of red and lowering her head. You chuckle softly, then get up to your hooves stretching your legs and arching your back. Your groan with the pleasure of limbering up your sore muscles, before you shake your head, and shrug the covers off of your body and onto the floor. You reach back with your right forehoof and rub your neck, rolling your head side to side, trying to get the stiffness out, before lowering your hoof back down to the floor and walking up to the blushing zebra.

You step up to her left, and straighten up a bit, wrapping your left forehoof around her shoulders. You lean in close to the pretty zebra, and whisper into her ear with a playful grin.

"Never has a lovelier mare been more deserving of a par-tay. Or looked better doing it..." You speak gently, then nibble on Zecora's ear playfully, taking the tip gently in your teeth and applying pressure softly. Zecora closes her eyes and shivers from the intimate contact, blushing all the deeper, from flattery or mounting desire you're not sure. For a moment you think she's going to forget the brew and get to some real cooking... then your stomach cockblocks you again with another ill-timed growl.

You look down to your stomach as Zecora turns her gaze to your gut... Then you simultaneously look up into each other's eyes. And she cracks up. She starts to chortle, trying to suppress the laughter with her right forehoof coming up to her mouth. Seeing her crack up causes you to break out into a smile, and then start to chuckle. As you chuckle, she moves her hoof and lets the suppressed chortling become full on laughter. Her laughter infects you and you start to laugh along, and before you know it you're both just leaning on each other, laughing your guts out, and you're not even really sure why! You're just with her, and happy, and it feels good to laugh! ... How long has it been since you last got to laugh...?

The ridiculous but joyful giggling lasts for only a few minutes before you and Zecora manage to get control of yourselves. The errant chuckle still passes through your bodies as you both pant, catching your breaths. You breathe in deep, then chuckle softly once more, shaking your head with a soft sigh, and rubbing Zecora's shoulders lightly with your left forehoof.

"W-well. Heheh... Guess I should sit and wait for breakfast huh?" You ask, a warm smile on your face as you look back up to Zecroa, and giggle just a little more from the rhetorical question. With a smirk, your zebra snuggle bug replies.

She spoke, playfully nuzzling your neck, then turning her attention back towards the cauldron and the brew that, hopefully, hasn't gotten burned during your giggle-fit. You unwrap your forehoof from her shoulders with a smirk.

"Eh, behaving's overrated." You tease playfully, but turn and move over to the table, obeying the chef's wishes for an unfortunate lack of kisses. You sit down at the table, once again on the side that bears the cut from your little... episode. Zecora's assertion of the nearness of dinner turns out to be true, and soon enough she's pouring the still steaming liquid from a ladle into a wooden bowl. She fills one, then sets it down on the table next to the cauldron, before filling a second one in a similar manner, and then finally a third.

After she poured the third bowl, she slid it onto her back, balancing it perfectly as she laid the ladle aside, and turned to give you a warm smile.

She stated simply, before turning and walking towards the bedroom doorway.

You frowned as you watched her leave, the image of her moving plot not really cheering you up this time. You're not entirely sure that it was fine... Trixie was such a lazy cunt, and Zecora was incredible. Zecora shouldn't have to serve Trixie... And, not that this was a major thing, but... it would have been nice if she'd put your bowl down first... You mean, it wouldn't be so hard to do that and then go to Trixie, would it? But no it's fine. It is fine. Zecora is going to come back, sit down, and you two are going to eat together. And that will be that.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, after some muffled conversation Zecora walked back out of the doorway. She had a smile on her face but her right eye seemed to be twitching slightly... It seemed that the conversation with Trixie was trying, as any interaction would be with the bitch. You resisted the urge to question Zecora as to Trixie's actions as she moved straight to the table next to the cauldron, obviously eager to get away from the unpleasantness of Trixie and to the enjoyment of a meal. She picked up the bowls of steaming liquid and slid them onto her back. She breathed in deep, then sighed out slowly... before turning to look to you with a warm smile on her face, steaming bowls on her back, and walking towards you, speaking pleasantly.

ANYHOW! You still need to work on that anti-Changeling-Zebra mojo. Zecora might be hesitant to tell you much though, despite you deserving her trust. On the other hoof, you can show her that you're smart! Ask her whether there's some possible connection, or if they work similarly and could counter each other, maybe even fight off an attacking Changeling. Superponies need to be prepared! You really do want to learn what you can! If she clams up, well, then you need to bring this up at a later time;

The meal was placed before you first, you noted with a strange feeling of satisfaction, and was of course delicious. Zecora's cooking never failed to disappoint. This time around it was a kind of bright orange concoction, a little thick, with pieces of an unknown yellow substance floating within. You did not, of course, have even the faintest idea of what was inside the brew. But certain aspects of the taste reminded you of oranges, and it was sweet, like candy. In what was becoming a pattern you finished half of your bowl while Zecora had barely started hers. The difference seemed to be in your methods. While you tipped the bowl back heavily, Zecora sipped from hers demurely. It occurred you that you might, in fact, be defying table manners, going so emphatically after the deliciousness that was Zecora's cooking. But you were hungry, so buck it.

As you continued to eat, you began to ponder your existence, mainly, what you still needed to do within it.

You still needed to train... Now Zecora was going into town today, so not this morning it seemed like. Maybe sometime after she got back? Maybe. But you can't really wait that long, you're eager to get your superpony shit together! You'll get some training in after she leaves and then train again with her later if she wants.

What else... Ah, clothing. You'll ask Zecora to pick you up something on her way out. Another robe? Nah, trench coat. Definitely trench coat. Trench coats are bucking boss. Oooh! Pegasus style, because of your rods, you'll have to remember that to.

And you still haven't really covered how to fight Changelings with Zecora yet. Anti-mind magic and all that. It seems like a necessary topic to cover. After all this is the Everfree! And nopony knows where the Changelings came from in the first place. It's best to be prepared. And why not ask her now? Why she's nice and amiable and enjoying a good meal. Seems like a good time to broach a potentially sensitive topic.

With that thought shining in your noggin, you clear your throat and look up to the zebra.

"Hey, Zecora?" AKA Lovebug, sweet-rump, snuggle-boo, and a million other nicknames that you AREN'T verbalizing for her.

She asked in response, looking up from her stew to your eyes.

"You know the changeling attack on Canterlot?" You asked simply, and Zecora, after a moments pause, nodded her head slowly, arching her right eyebrow at this unusual query.

"Well do you have any ways to stop thought-magic and mind-spells like the ones they used? I remember that they did something weird to that stallion... whats-his-name? The one that married Princess Mi Amore Cadenza?" You ask, your right eyebrow raised as you question the zebra. Zecora seemed to smirk slightly for a moment, finding something funny, before speaking.

Stated Zecora simply, before looking back down to her stew, and then furrowing her brows in thought.

She stated simply, before going back to sipping her stew. You nodded with a light smile.

"Thank you Zecora."

You stated simply, one item off your check-list and out of your mind for concerns, as you looked back down to your stew, and realized that it was empty...

"Ummmm..." You stated again, causing Zecora to look up to you, raising her right eyebrow once more.

"... Seconds?"

After breakfast, well, Zecora mentioned she'd try to go into town today, you're clearly in no... shape... to follow her. Ask her to get a trench-coat for you while out. Of course if you get a trench-coat you need a bad-arse hat to go with it. You can't have a trench-coat without a hat.

I agree with Archivist, make sure to talk with Zecora about a trench coat...and hat, the next time she goes into town.

Listen up pony, you have an issue that needs to be addressed. You're a superpony now, what do all the comics you read as a foal have in common about superponies? Thats right, a secret identity and a disguise. The trench coat will be a good start, but no one can know who you are.

Nomad

The meal passed by quickly, with Zecora finishing after you of course. You took the opportunity to just sit back on your haunches, patting your belly with your forehooves for a bit, a smile on your face. With a warm feeling in your gut and a cheerful outlook, you conclude that bliss is a full stomach. And mares. And superpony abilities. And bits probably wouldn't hurt. And-Bliss is a lot of things buck it!

Zecora cleaned up as you basked in the feeling, placing the wooden bowls on top of each other on the table beside the cauldron. By the time you looked back down from the ceiling in your full bliss and to the zebra, she was pulling on her saddle-baskets. Your eyes widened.

Buck, she's leaving right now?! Gah, got to go ahead and address item two on your mental slot section before she goes! Fashion is a must!

You shook your brain, your head just happening to go along with it, before looking back to the mare as she tightened the strap around her mid-section, before speaking in a calm but busy tone.

She stated, as she went over to take her bamboo staff into her teeth.

"Um, sure." You spoke, frowning a bit at that Trixie part as Zecora slipped the bamboo through the loop on her back. Then you licked your lips, cleared your throat, and made a move to get to your hooves.

"Hey, Zecora, while you're out could you pick something up for me?" You asked, as Zecora finished slipping the bamboo through the slot and turned her gaze back to you, a helpful smile on her face.

She asked, as you finally managed to get up onto your hooves, wobbling a little, the full feeling of your stomach throwing off your balance. You shook your head once more, and looked back up to the mare with a smile of your own.

"Well I was just thinking. I don't exactly look normal. I doubt I could go into town without causing some kind of panic, I mean, just look at me! I'm freaky as buck! So I need something to help me be a little less, conspicuous... and what is absolutely perfect for that is a trench coat!" You spoke brightly, cheerfully, proud of your obviously intelligent decision.

... Zecora blinked.

"Oh! And a fedora." You added, before nodding sagely.

"Can't have a trenchcoat without a fedora. And the trench coat needs to be black, and the fedora needs to be the same color as the trenchcoat. Oh! And the trenchcoat also needs to be pegasus style because, well, you know, rods, in the back, and such, need to have room for them to expand. So yeah, just pick that up for me on your way out, kay?"

You requested pleasantly. Zecora, in response, bit her bottom lip, and looked down and to the left for a few moments... Before looking back up to you, licking her lips, and speaking slowly, choosing her words carefully.

Spoke Zecora slowly, lowering her gaze once more, a bit nervous.

As a secondary thought, if Zecora happens to return with a purple maned white unicorn, proceed as follows:

1. Don't stare at her plot

2. Hold still while she measures you

3. Make sure the coat is in pegasus style so the rods can extend without ripping it.

Nomad

Staring at that plot is BAD. BAAAAD. Now little one... make a new friend.

Chessmaster

You furrowed your brows... She was reluctant to introduce you to her friend? A mare friend? Because she was worried she'd talk? ... Perhaps Zecora was more worried that introducing you to such a friend would cause you to be sexually interested in her. Perhaps she was still feeling a little jealous, or didn't trust you, and that was why she was so reluctant to bring her to you to take measurements. Well you couldn't exactly prove her wrong unless she brought her friend here could she? In which case you'd be a gentepony and not stare at her plot, assuming it was a good one of course. Well, Zecora was probably over-stating the potential danger... But then again she knew her friend best, so...

You smiled, and brought your left forehoof up to Zecora's chin, lifting it up so that you could gaze into her eyes.

"It's okay, I trust you. Do what you think is best..." You spoke gently, moving your forehoof from her chin to stroke her cheek gently.

"I won't be able to go into town though without that trenchcoat... I'm going to need it Zecora. I can't travel amongst pony-kind without it..." You spoke, before leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss on Zecora's lips... She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as your lips met, interlocking for several moments... Before you leaned back, smiling lightly, as Zecora let out a shivering sigh, and opened her eyes once again to look into yours.

She spoke, before giving you a soft smile.

She stated simply, and then she turned, breaking contact and swishing her tail as she walked over to the door, pushed it open, and walked out to do her chores, stopping only to push the door closed back behind her, leaving you alone in the hut with the her books, her potions, her masks, that weird chest... and the showmare.

Once that is done, it's time for you to train. Every Superpony needs to have a full understanding of his abilities and limits.

Afterwards start experimenting with you abilities, err, outside the house. We don't want anything more broken. Outside the bedroom window maybe? I'm certain Miss Third Person could use a demonstration out what could happen if she really bucked you off.

Archivist

instead train your abilities. They really are a blessing, no matter what your Zebra thinks. They got you to meet the most important thing in your life: Zecora.

"HIYA! WAH! HAH! HOOPA!"

Outside, you go through what you call training. Other ponies might call it flailing around wildly with a sword sticking out from your forehoof in an attempt to hit the air. Buck other ponies.

It was fairly obvious that you needed to practice with your abilities. Superponies weren't just born super after all, they did all sorts of shit to get better, usually because they got their flanks handed to them on a silver platter early on by the first baddie they meet, who then typically becomes secondary or a minor part to a bigger baddy later. Which, um, wasn't entirely relevant to this decision so-

ANYWAYS! You decided to head out into the front and start practicing. You briefly thought about walking around to the back to perform your feats of superpony supremacy in front of the bedroom window, just to interrupt Trixie's sleep and make her see how her talent pales in comparison to yours. But then you remembered the time you got lost in the Everfree and while it might not be entirely rational, you're now terrified of losing your way again, to the point that you're afraid just walking around to the back of the hut will get you lost in the deep dark of the Everfree...

The first time was terrifying! Buck it, it might be irrational but... Well, you chose to practice out front, in familiar territory. Even if the smell was a little weird. Zecora's cloak was still laying out front by the door, folded up and dirty and bloody. In the course of the night it had been rained on. Far from cleaning it, it seemed to just make it damp. And kinda weird smelling, musky, like a mixture of dirt, blood, fungus, and cloth. You weren't really sure what all the smells were. But you decided to steer clear all the same and just get to practicing in the front. Of course, you realized when you started that you actually had a rather humungous problem... You only had one bucking thing to practice with. The sword. Everything else was off the damn table.

Without storm clouds you couldn't do anything with your rods. You held them up for a bit, hoping that they'd catch like residual energy in the sky from the storm last night or something. But they didn't. Without lightning they were pretty much just pegasus envy personified on your back. Though you did notice that they seemed to make a fairly loud thud when you slammed them back onto your back in frustration... And stung. Should probably remember that they're metal and you're flesh next time.

And then every other ability seemed to just kind of happen on it's own. You could maybe test out your regeneration by throwing yourself into a tree, or cutting yourself with your sword or some shit like that. But most experts agreed that intentionally injuring yourself was a bucking bad idea. And of all the stupid ways to die, testing your regeneration limits and just happening to go past that limit, like cutting off your own damn head to find out that you don't regenerate your body, seemed like a REALLY stupid way to die.

And all that left was the blade, which you already knew how to summon and dismiss, so not much to do there. Though you did make a discovery. You summoned and unsummoned it for a few minutes at first, just to make sure you'd gotten the hang of it. You had as you thought. You could make it appear and dissolve pretty damn quick, not much room for improvement. But then you thought on how you always used your left hoof, and had never actually tried to make it pop out anywhere else... You dissolved it, and this time pictured the blade coming out of your right... And it did. It was harder this time, you had to concentrate, and it was slower, but the blade appeared on your right hoof instead of your left. Multi-hoof blade proficiency for the win!

So, in summary, you were now practicing with the blade weight. Getting your hooves used to the physical exertion of movement while manifesting the blade, something you think you can at least do, alternating between your right and left hooves every fifteen or so minutes. And also exercising in the process. You hadn't really had much opportunity for physical exertion back in Manehatten, and your time in the Everfree forest has seen you running around, tripping, fighting, and generally engaging in more physical exertion than you've done in years... maybe ever. It's only because you're a superpony that you haven't fainted several times over, or yah know, died.

And for the most part that's that. You spend about an hour flailing around like an idiot. Near to the end you're exhausted, with sweat coating your coat, and your mane. Your breathe comes heavily, and you can hear your heart thumping away in your chest... You're considering calling it a day for practice, but then decide to give one more try to the flailing with the blade sprouting from your right hoof. This time you're tired though, and during one of your flails you stumble, spin as you loose your hoofing, and manage to strike your blade against a tree and-

THHHHHUUUUUUNNNNKKKKK!!!!

The sword vibrated inside of the tree that it pierced, continuing the sound of blade hitting wood well past the initial contact, until finally it stopped the vibration, becoming still once more... You blink. ... ... That is... ... new.

With a confused arch of your brows, you pull on your blade, and after a bit of effort tug it out of the wood, only for it to-

HUUUUuuuuuummmmm...

In the air as it vibrated from being pulled out of the tree.

... Interesting... Ummmmm... Something to look into... kinda? Maybe?

You shake your head. You're too tired for this shit. You've sweated and worked out enough for now you're pretty sure. Your aching muscles agree with you. You unsummon the blade, letting it dissipate back into your hoof before turning and walking back towards Zecora's hut.

... Did you really just trip over a rabbit?

Chessmaster

WHUMP!

You plant face-forward into the wood of the steps in front of Zecora's hut, and immediately shoot up, face hurting and eyes looking about wildly.

WHAT HAPPENED?!?! DID YOU TRIP OVER A RABBIT!?

You shout in your mind... Then blink, furrowing your brows, looking down to your hooves.

Uh no, you tripped over the bottom step of the stairs... why did you think it was a rabbit? You furrow your brows for a moment, then shrug it off, and let your haunches fall with a-

THUMP

Back onto the steps as you sigh, sitting down. If you're so tired that you trip over the first step of the stairs, then you're obviously too tired to walk up the full set without incident. Better to just sit and wait for a moment, catch your breath, let your muscles rest.

It's a nice morning, isn't it? Your beloved zebra is making breakfast, you didn't sleep uncomfortably, no rain, no cold, just you snuggled up to the mare of your dreams. All things taken into consideration, things really have become better ever since you got this "curse", haven't they? In fact, you've become a super-pony since then. Life is looking up.

But that really makes you think, doesn't it? You're stuck in the Everfree Forest, the most dangerous place in Equestria, your body has been changed and mutated extensively, and yet you're still better off than you were in Manehattan. Why is this? Because you were born without a cutie mark? Just think of how they shunned you because you didn't fit into their idea of "order", of how they wouldn't give you any chances. Isn't it true that you were cursed since birth, in all actuality? Cursed to live without a cutie mark, cursed to live as an outcast. But that's different now. Zecora's taken you in, shown common decency and morality. Unlike to Manehattan ponies. Zecora really is incredibly compassionate. Far more compassionate than, say Celestia. Just think about it, my friend! All those years you lived on the streets, starving, cold and sick! And yet at the same time sat this so-called "Benevolent Princess", wearing expensive jewelry, sleeping in huge, comfy beds and eating cake every day! She never helped you! All she did was help herself! You were left to rot while she lived the high life! But Zecora's not like that. Zecora's far better than those tyrants called the princesses. Hell, I bet you could become a far better ruler, especially with Zecora as your sexy, sexy consort. I'd say it's pretty clear that neither the princesses nor their followers have ever done you any favors. Why should you even consider them your rulers? None of them deserve your respect, your loyalty, or your obeisance!

It's a nice morning. The Everfree, when it's not trying to kill you, is quite beautiful, the lighting just bright enough to illuminate through the thick canopies of the forest, without being overly harsh to the eyes. Mornings in Manehatten were beautiful to, though you couldn't appreciate them for long. The bright reflections on the glass were fascinating to look at, but it got pretty bright and wound up hurting your eyes. Maybe if you'd found some shades you could have appreciated the light shows better.

Manehatten... Literally every second of your life except for a couple days ago had been spent in Manehatten. You'd think you'd feel at least a little homesick, but that's just not the case. It's not that you don't have good memories. Well, you can remember good things about it anyways, mostly related to the architecture and light-play, as well as certain fascinating magazines found in your dumpster diving exploits. But you don't miss it. At all. Maybe it was because most of your life spent there was bucking miserable. That seems like it'd do it. And now here you are, in the Everfree forest, and in the last couple of days, with dangerous things trying to kill you every bucking day, you've accomplished more and felt more alive than you ever did in Manehatten... ... ... What the buck?

No, seriously, what the buck!? What in the name of Celestia is going on here!? You've been through life-threatening situation after life-threatening situation, attacked, nearly killed multiple times, and you're happier here than you've ever been in Manehatten! You've mutated and become a freak of nature! You have damn metal rods jutting out of your body and can summon a blade at whim out of your hoof! That shit's not normal! And yet here, in the wild, in the most dangerous place on the entire bucking planet, you are happier than you ever were in the cosmopolitan city of Manehatten... ... It's crazy.

And you know what else is crazy? Continuing to swear by Celestia. Buck it she never heard you when you asked her for help all those times, on your knees in the cold, praying to her... and if she did she's a royal cunt. But most probably she didn't hear you. Not a goddess, just an old ruler with lots of power who happens to lift the sun every day and pour light down onto Equestria. But what of it? The society she made chewed you up and spat you out. And here in the dark and gloomy Everfree you're happier than you ever were in the shining Manehatten, glinting with it's glass and steel. So buck her.

That's right, buck Celestia! What's she ever done for you anyways!? Did she come down from her high and mighty Canterlot castle to help you? Show you your purpose in life, help you overcome all the hatred and bigotry that haunted your every damn moment since you were a foal!? Buck no! So buck her, buck Equestria, and buck everything else! The Everfree's your home now! Outside of her dominion, and outside of her law! You'll make your own law, and everypony else can go to Tartarus! ... Except Zecora. Zecora's awesome.

You sigh, bringing your front right hoof up to rub your forehead, taking deep breaths, calming down ... Well... so much for appreciating the sublime beauty of the Everfree in the morning. Ugh, might as well get back inside... do something productive. Maybe read.

You nod slightly to yourself, then shake your head, and grit your teeth a bit as you raise yourself up on your hooves, the ache in your muscles still fresh. You turn towards the door and walk up the rest of the steps, shrugging off the tiredness from your limbs, and pushing open the door...

Once that is done, make sure to put that arrogant showmare FIRMLY in her place. Wait until Zecora heads into town for supplies, then proceed to lay down the law. Ponies like Trixie need a firm hoof to guide them, or else they wind up getting into trouble.

And one of the reasons why is blue, bitchy, and angling to have you put more stripes on her butt than the butt you already sleep next to. Ugh. Let's hope Trixie is more reasonable this morning, or you really will have to put a muzzle on her. And a leash. And some cuffs, just to make sure. They would look good on her coat. And then watch Zecora teach the Small and Helpless Trixie some "tricks", that'd be fun...

What's not good, is you're not actually in your bed at this time. Bucking Illusionist, she'd better apologise for her behaviour yesterday or... well, you'll think of something that causes the appropriate lack evidence.

During that time you can also make sure that The Great and Narcissistic is intimately aware of just how displeased you are with her behaviour.

You stood outside, with the door open...looking... then blinking. And then trying to comprehend what you were seeing.

There are books scattered around the floor from the bookshelves. Bottles and potions just tossed about. Ancient scrolls are lying in a cluttered pile on the floor alongside bed sheets and pillows, just tossed around. And the culprit, is a very particular mare who was rummaging through Zecora's chests. Trixie, one who would claim to be great and powerful, was half-way buried in a large square trunk against the wall, plot sticking out as she tossed empty flasks and bottles out of the chest and onto the floor, digging through it.

"Where is it!? Where would she put it!?" Could be heard, coming from her head deep in the chest as she continued to toss things out.

It was not hard to grasp what is before your eyes. It wasn't difficult to understand the mixture of images and sounds that were moving into your senses. It was just difficult for you to really get that somepony could be so incredibly selfish, stupid, and ungrateful, as the pony that was before you.

You weren't actually sure how to proceed... At first you thought you felt rage, but the disbelief was making it difficult to tell. So you began to organize your thoughts to logical actions. And the first step was, of course, to walk in and close the door behind you.

WHAM!

That was more of a slam than a close you supposed, but the objective was completed.

"AAAH!" Trixie let out a cry of surprise, tinged with fear and quickly shot up out of the trunk, whirling around to look towards you. Her head still bandaged, though the bandages looked fresher, like they'd been changed recently. Trixie looked wide eyed for a moment, then as she saw you she narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, it's YOU." She spoke, distaste clear in her voice... Apparently your sleep-whispering didn't take. The amount of disrespect she showed for both you and Zecora is immense. Too immense. You're pretty sure you were enraged by now, but for some reason you couldn't bring it to your voice. What came out was very calm, very even, and very cold.

"What do you think you're doing?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Hmph! The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie, does not have to answer that question!" Was the arrogant mare's response, lifting her bandaged head up and to the left, nose-up at you, putting on a façade over the nervousness. You ignored that and moved on, still talking with a perfectly calm and level tone.

"Well that's alright because I can see what you're doing. You, arrogant spoiled cunt that you are, are rifling through the possessions of the zebra that saved your life, and scattering them about on the floor like they were nothing. You ungrateful whorse."

You stated plainly, causing Trixie's mouth to open, and her eyes to go wide with shock and anger, flabbergasted at you. She struggled for a few moments to find the words, then shook her head and fixed you with a legitimately angry glare as she finally spoke.

"Y-you have no right to talk to Trixie like-"

"RIGHT!?!? RIGHT!?!?! I HAVE EVERY BUCKING RIGHT!!!" Ah, there's the rage. Even more than you expected actually, as you shouted and then rushed forward towards the insolent mare. She backed up as you practically galloped towards her, tripping back into the case she'd just been rifling through, eyes wide.

Reaching her, you gripped her with your forehooves, and in one motion pulled her out and threw her bodily onto the ground.

"Oof!"

She sounded, winded from the impact, then turning onto her back on the floor, gritting her teeth and glaring bloody murder at you.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE-"

She started to rage, but didn't really get a chance to finish as your blade shot out shot out of your right forehoof. Trixie's tongue suddenly stopped wagging and her eyes turned to pinpricks. You brought the blade forward, and touched the tip of it to her neck, just hard enough to barely prick the skin, a small droplet of blood forming beneath the tip on her fur. She began to shake violently, eyes beginning to tear up and a weak whimper coming from her throat. You half-expected her to urinate herself. Then you spoke, once again, the cold calm back in your voice.

"You seem to be under some serious delusions as to who has what right. I'm going to help teach you the meaning of respect. And if you offer one word of complaint, or refuse my instructions, then I'm going to cut some pretty little scars into your body. Understood?"

You ask, to which Trixie visibly gulps, and manages to weakly nod.

"Good. Now turn over, raise your flank up in the air, and lift your tail. Remember Trixie. Not a word."

You lifted the blade away from Trixie's neck, watching the little red drop spill out into a small streak in her fur, and stepped back, holding it up as you watched the mare slowly turn onto her side, still shaking, and then fall onto her front. She seemed to hesitate for a moment then, but looked back to your blade, and then gulped. She let out a soft whimper, and raised her plot up in the air, and then finally, after another whimper, squeezing her wet eyes shut, lifted up her tail, revealing her pretty little plot. Not toned like Zecora's but still nice and well-curved.

You smiled lightly, running your eyes over her flank and exposed marehood, taking a moment to appreciate. There was a strange feeling in your head as you brought your blade back down to touch to her flank, pressing the cold crystalline blade against her fur.

"W-what are you-"

SCHLICK!

"AAAHHH!" Trixie screamed, as you pulled your blade across the surface of her flanks, opening a slim shallow cut, blood running down her plot, and a thin line coating the edge of your blade.

"Apparently you're too stupid to follow basic instructions. I'll say it again. Do. Not. Speak." You chided, annoyed, then slowly brought your blade up, holding it high.

"And now I'm going to do what your mother apparently neglected to do when you were a filly." You spoke calmly, before bringing down the flat of the blade, hard against her plot.

WHAP!

Whap!

whap.

whap.

The echo was beautiful, vibrating from the blade and off the walls of the hut, making a cacophony of noise from just that simple strike. But as beautiful as that is, it didn't excite you quite like the mare's scream.

"AAAAGGHHH!!!" Trixie cried out at the strike, pain etched through her voice. Normally you would think she was overselling it, but with a cut already in her flank, red cascading down and streaking her fur, you think that the cry was just about right for the pain. You grinned. This was going to be more effective than you thought.

WHAP!

Whap!

whap.

whap.

"AAAGGGGGHHHH!!!"

WHAP!

Whap!

whap.

whap.

"YEEEAAAGGGHHH!!!"

WHAP!

Whap!

whap.

whap.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!! 'Sob' HAAAHAAA!!"

Trixie's tears came like a river, streaking the fur of her cheeks. The strikes from the flat of your blade were obviously hurting, while you can't judge by color because of the blood coating her fur, you were fairly certain that your strikes were leaving welts on the skin beneath her fur... Good.

WHAP!

Whap!

whap.

whap.

"YEEAAAHH!!! 'Sob' Agh, s-stop!"

SCHLICK

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! 'sob' HUUHUUHAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Another cut on her flank. More blood on your blade, and you didn't even respond. You just lifted the flat of your blade up once more, and brought it down again. And again. And again... and the mare sobbed in front of you and you felt... good.

Grow a unicorn horn to achieve that goal drink the blood of the resident unicorn not all but a pint should be enough. Magic is an valuable asset and useful.

Several strikes later, and Trixie was laying on the floor, no longer able to keep her flank up in the air, sobbing into the wood, whimpering and crying with blood coating her flank... and your blade. The ruby red was dripping down, coating the sides, nice and pretty. You examined the red rubies on your blue crystal, and smiled lightly... It was beautiful. Then, on a whim, you leaned forward, and you licked. You ran your tongue along the flat of the blade, up and over, collecting the red, tasting it's sweet coppery flavor. You closed your eyes and breathed in the scent of Trixie's blood, savored the taste... And you couldn't help but think... how nice it would be to be a unicorn...

Suddenly a pain shot into your skull, and you collapsed onto your knees, breathing heavily, squeezing your eyes shut, and letting out a-

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" From your throat, a pained cry of your own, as something burst out of your skull...

MUTATION GAINED: Unicorn Horn: The host has now acquired a Unicorn Horn. This horn is capable of channeling internal magic into external manifestations, as well as allowing internal magic to connect with and influence the external world. It manifests physically as a unicorn horn, a light blue in color, smaller than the average unicorn horn size. The application of magic through the horn is at odds with the host's Earth Pony biology, and the process of using this horn will be painful and difficult for the Host, as well as extremely taxing to his stamina.

Something warm and wet rolled down your face, creeping over your fur as you opened your eyes to see Trixie staring at you with a look of horror etched upon her face, her mouth hanging open, the fur of her cheeks streaked with tears... And you knew... somehow, you just knew what it was that popped from your skull ... and you grinned, before chuckling softly, pain pounding in your head, as you spoke with a sick humor in your voice.

"Heheheheheh... Well Trixie ... Who's great and powerful now?"

Author's Notes:

Blegh. Tired, asleep, will keep this short.

Had some trouble mentally organizing this one. Had to physically reorganize it to get the order right, lots of cutting and pasting, hope it didn't come out too choppy.

Moved the brother question into a hidden space for next sleep session. I'm going to be doing that from now on I think so that I don't have to have him conk out too often.