Vick watches as Walter exits the second story patio, chewing idly on the butt of her cigarette until the form of the large human man disappears into the amalgamation of flashing neon lights and the gyrating bodies of intoxicated patrons. She manages to catch a glance at his buttocks a few moments before he fully receded from view. Her sources didn’t lie, he sure as hell did look strapping in that suit, although she couldn’t say the same for his face though.

“Nice kid…” Vick mumbles, dragging on her cigarette as she leaned over the railway, her expression fading into that of a bitter scowl. She takes in as much as she could with her initial drag, before letting out an annoyed sigh followed by a sizable cloud of smoke pouring out from between her lips.

Vick’s scowl is not met without reason, for a presence makes itself known with the sound of a chilling tune, a man’s smooth and graveled voice whistling the melody of ‘Do You Believe in Magic?’, although this man’s voice did The Lovin’ Spoonful no justice, it was more of a dark perversion of the melody rather than a respectful facsimile.

“The fuck do you want?” Vick spat vehemently, growling through gritted teeth as the remaining smoke from her recent drag vacates through her nostrils.

“Victoria Maelstrom, your debt has been paid. The seeds have been planted adequately, quite well in fact for an amateur such as yourself. The Illuminati bit was… Questionable, albeit effective. It’s a good thing our subject is rather oblivious.” the man’s voice speaks, each word he spoke sounding like numbing venom to the brain.

“...Right, since it’s paid, then-” Vick is cut off by a wry chuckle from the man, who remains shrouded by the shadow casted by the patio awning.

“Yes, no harm shall come to you or your cousin, or the rest of your family for that matter. Personally, my employer wished to eliminate you all, tie off loose ends… But you know how easily persuaded he is with a good ol rub’n tug.” The man says, his chuckle reverberating deep in his throat as he spoke.

“...If that’s the case, then you can fuck off now. I have to get back to my shift soon…” Vick growls, taking another drag of her cigarette before spitting out another cloud of smoke.

“Aw… And I thought we had fun together. You remember that night, yes?” The man speaks again, only this time he was much closer, leaning down to whisper into Vick’s ear. Before the thestral mare could whip her head around, a large gloved hand reaches around and fastens onto her jaw, forcing her to face her head forward. The man presses his chest against her back, pinning her to the railing as another cackle resonates from the man’s throat. “Your screams were like the melodies to a masterpiece… And it all ended with a cry of pleasure!” the man says, as he then spins her around to face him.

The mystery man is tall, about a few inches shorter than Walter, but definitely well over six feet. He is dressed in a pristine suit, untouched by the glitter and splashing liquor being tossed around inside the club like a whirlwind of bodily fluids and ecstacy. His suit is crisp and black, his undershirt a flat hue of yellow matching his long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. It wasn’t his pale complexion or the wicked grin spread across his lips that brought chills of dread to the mare, it’s those crimson eyes… Those damn eyes that pried away at her mortal shell like the searing gaze of a rabid creature hunting for a meal. This human man brought so much disdain and dread to Vick… For obvious reasons too. Every second she felt his hot breath lap against her face made her feel sick to her stomach.

“Get… The fuck… Off of me.” Vick growls venomously, hiding her fear with boiling rage.

“Or what?” The man shot back quickly, cackling softly until the sound of a gun clicking off safety brings both of their attention to a figure standing behind them.

“Or I escort you to the hospital… After I give you a few new holes to shit out of.” Ashfall spat his words bitterly, narrowing his eyes at the man while squeezing the grip of the holstered firearm resting on his hip. “Step off the mare.” Ashfall reiterates, only much shorter this time to drive his point home.

Scowling slightly toward the older unicorn stallion, the man steps back slowly from Vick, releasing her from his grasp. He steps his way over toward the exit of the patio, which is right next to where Ashfall stands, casting a scalding glare toward the old unicorn.

“There you go. Now, on your bike, and fuck off..” Ashfall growled, tempted to projectile launch his nicotine gum straight into the man’s face.

“Tsch…” The man clicked his tongue, giving one last scowl before exiting the patio, disappearing into the crowd within the club. Ashfall waits a few long seconds after the man leaves to turn to Vick. He fastens the strap over his firearm’s grip, tucking the hem of his shirt over his concealed weapon entirely before approaching the thestral’s side.

“You should’ve shot him.” Vick says, stifling her urge to succumb to the emotional shock of all that just took place in such a short span of time.

“Hnn… Eh, I would’ve, but then I’d have to deal with paperwork and drilling from the brass.” Ashfall responds idly, tucking his gum into his cheek as he glances over at her. “Who was he?”

“Just… Some guy that’s been harassing me and my family.” Vick replies hesitantly, her ears falling flat as she puts out her old cigarette before pulling out a new one, only to discover that she was out. “Fucking… Fuck.” she sighs, tossing the empty pack off the railing. Ashfall observes quietly, reaching into his shirt pocket and pulling out a packet of nicotine gum. He offers her a strip; it may not be good as a stick of cancer but it helped sooth the addiction. Vick stares at the strip in a brief few seconds of silence before tentatively taking the offer, unwrapping the strip and tossing the gum into her mouth. “Thanks…” she muttered softly staring down at the empty pack of smokes loitering on the ground below outside the club.

“Hnn…” Ashfall nodded, his eyes observing her features before he glances out at the night sky. “I know a guy… His name’s Reynolds, does a lot of community work, loves to help others.” Ashfall begins, pulling out a napkin he swiped from inside, scribbling down a phone number onto it before handing it over. “Big fella, long hair, funky mustache. Can’t miss’em.” Ashfall says as Vick hesitantly takes the napkin, looking over the number before tucking into her cleavage.

“Thanks…” Vick mutters softly, briefly raising her eyes to him before returning them to the ground down below the patio railing.

“I’ll be heading…” Ashfall says, giving a brief wave goodbye before turning and walking out from the patio, returning inside the club. He had a giant teenager to find.

Watching the older unicorn enter the club from the corner of her eye, Vick gives a low sigh, it seems the stars had been looking out for her tonight. Idly chewing on her gum, Vick slowly closes her eyes, the image of that tall young man, Walter, entering her mind. She couldn’t seem to understand why he’s such a target.

“He was just a common soldier, wasn’t he? Not special forces, at least as far as I know… What the hell does that pompous bastard like him want with that kid?” Vick mutters to herself, hanging her head below her shoulders, letting out a deep sigh.

There was nothing more she could do, nothing more that she is required to do. She has no power over what happens from here on out, the only thing she can do is hope and pray to the stars and Celestia that Walter had somebody strong watching out for him.

Ashfall sneezes as he approached the mouth of a hallway he saw his charge walk down, wiping his muzzle with a soft grumble as he peered casually down the hall while keeping the majority of his form concealed behind the corner.

Ashfall had been tailing behind the overgrown human child ever since they left the party. He had a knack for clinging to the hem of his target’s peripheral awareness, not completely out of sight but completely off the radar, allowing him to stay close and observe at a comfortable distance. So far, it seems that most of the mares Walter’d been paired with seem to have taken a liking to him, his ‘roommates’, which just so happen to be the Elements of Harmony.

It was quite ambitious to place a high value target in a household full of some of the most powerful magic users in Equestria. He still couldn’t quite piece it together, mostly as to why he had to protect Walter if he’s living under the same roof as the Elements. Considering their track record for shit starting and shit ending, he wasn’t sure where he fit into the equation. Then again, he is getting paid rather well, so even if the whole situation seems questionable at best, he’s getting well compensated for it. As if money was even a blip on his radar of problems.

Ashfall watches as Walter studies the hall while he descends a small staircase, most likely searching for the others. The kid seems a bit concerned and frustrated, likely due to the fact that this Jessica lady, one Ashfall had a none-too-gentle encounter with, had been left unattended with the six Elements. The fact that this is a noticeable concern for Walter also put Ashfall at an unease.

“God damn it, Jess… I swear to god I’m smacking your shit up if this was all planned…” Walter grumbled, furrowing his brow as he continued to comb through the doors to private booths that lined each side of the hallway.

Ashfall couldn’t help but ponder the fallout to any potential incident that may occur because of the Barnes Siblings’ dysfunctional antics. Drawing from his charge’s well cultured fear and concern, Ashfall could tell that Walter has been well seasoned by his older sister’s mischief, and that he knows all too well what could come from it.

Ash is yanked from his thoughts at the sound of a muffled yell coming from a few rooms up, it sounded female, more specifically it sounded just like that she-wolf Jessica, the one that Ashfall is reluctantly familiar with. Walter snaps to attention, having heard the same, immediately rushing to the room down the far back end of the hallway.

Quickly following in suit, Ashfall tails Walter’s advancement, keeping himself anchored to his charge’s blind spot up until Walter reaches the door to the private booth in question. Ash tucks himself behind a vending machine, pretending to be occupied with his phone as he procured himself another stick of nicotine gum from his pocket, watching from the corner of his eyes as Walter breached through the door and into the private booth.

“Are you sure one of us shouldn’t go and find Walter?” Rarity inquires with slight concern as Jessica finishes unloading an absurd volume of various types of liquors onto the central table in the private booth.

“We can soon enough, but don’t worry about that. For now, we’re gonna get familiar with each other, after all, you girls are gonna be spending a lot of time with my Little Bear.” Jessica replies with a hum, pouring herself a glass of spiced rum before taking a seat on the edge of the booth.

“I suppose that’s fair… What exactly did you wanna know?” Applejack asks while sipping on a beer, avoiding the hard liquor while in the presence of a woman such as Jessica.

“Not exactly what I wanna know, more like what you all need to know.” Jessica says after pulling her lips away from a glass of rum… Which she had just emptied seconds after pouring it to the rim. She sets the now empty glass on the table, letting out a slow sigh as she sunk back into her seat. All the mares present look among themselves, casting curious glances to one another before shifting their attention back to Jessica.

“Well… We’re all listening then.” Rainbow Dash says, giving a gesture for Jessica to ask away as she pours herself a mixed glass of rum and cola.

“Good… Good.” Jessica exhales, taking in a slow breath before speaking once more. “I love my Little Bear. Practically raised him for most of his adolescence. Never really had any dolls or small animals to act out all that pent up paternal affection that little girls experiment with during their younger years, so my baby brother was the only vessel to expel that energy.” Jessica began, speaking as she filled up her glass with some more rum, taking a sip before speaking again. “So you can imagine how fucking livid I was when some fancy fuckin’ princess with a horn longer than horse cocks decides to place my brother in a house with a bunch of mares who have a long history of getting into all kinds of fuckfests… Elements of fuckin’ Harmony.” Jessica says, her tone shifting to a different tune rather quickly, bringing a deafening silence to the room, all that could be heard was the muffled bass of music blaring outside the booth.

“What are you implying?” Rarity asked, seeming a bit taken back, just as the others were.

“Don’t play stupid, I know you’re smarter than your pretty face lets on. You Elements of Harmony are the harbingers of shitstorms and chaotic mayhem. At times it can be silly, based on what info I could collect, but for the most part some serious shit revolves around you six. I can assume you all know where I’m going with this…” Jessica says, taking another swig of her drink, taking it in more slowly this time to savor and appreciate the buzz.

“...Your brother, Walter.” Fluttershy says, earning a firm nod from Jessica.

“Bingo.” Jessica nodded, raising her glass toward the gentle-eyed pegasus, who held a look of respect and alert toward the human woman before her.

“If you are concerned for Walter, you have my word that he is completely safe with us. There’s no way we’re gonna let anything happen to the big guy!” Rainbow Dash declares, placing her fist over her chest with a firm expression on her face.

“That so?” Jessica muttered, perking a brow before leaning in. “Listen, ladies… I ain’t tellin’ you to watch over my brother like his fairy godmothers. He’s not a child, despite how often I may treat him like one… He’s a man, a ditzy one at that but still a man nonetheless. He’s been through the wringer more times than a young man should’ve. And all I’m saying is: keep him out of any chaos that you established bearers of these ‘elements’ are obligated to deter. And we’ll be peachy.” Jessica explains, and yet another wave of silence washes over the group for a few long seconds before Rarity decided to speak up.

“Not to be rude, or disrespect your concerns as Walter’s older sister, but can’t Walter take care of himself? Of course it’s common sense to not involve him in our responsibilities as the Element Bearers, but he is a former officer of the Imperial Legion. As unkindly as I view them, I cannot deny their expertise in situations of conflict. It may be my assumption, but I sense that your concern toward Walter is as though he is helpless. By first glance Walter seems to be far from powerless.” Rarity says, drawing Jessica’s cold blue eyes over toward her.

Rarity cannot deny the buried fear she feels toward this woman. Rarity’s first impression of Jessica is that of a very laid back, lovably devious older sister with a very strange complex for her brother, but deep down, Rarity, as well as every single mare in that booth are painfully aware of just how threatening this human woman’s presence is. It is this presence that enforces the chills that run up along her spine when Jessica locked her cold eyes directly with Rarity’s own aqua hues.

“Good point. In any normal case, a man of Walter’s stature should be able to handle whatever issues may come his way. And in many cases, Walter will be. He’ll be living his life, handling his own problems that he comes into contact with. I can’t shelter him all the time, I know this. But what I’m telling you, Miss Posh, and all your friends is that I love my baby brother. He’s my world. He’s my blood. He’s my family. Family is something I am currently lacking quite a lot of. Keep him out of any crazy shit that ascends the value of a ‘normal life issue’ that gets thrown your direction. This isn’t a request. I’m not asking this of you girls. I am telling you.” Jessica responds, and with her words robs Rarity and the other mares any thoughts or comments of response that could’ve been, but now never will be.

A terrible silence swept across the group, the girls were all weighed down by Jessica’s sit-down with them all. It was like they were experiencing the crippling anxiety of a young colt visiting his marefriend’s parents for the first time and encountering her scary father. In this case it was a five foot five inch human woman who knew how to take a life a thousand different ways without getting caught. Of course there were no exact direct threats that came with her words, but judging by the tone of her last sentence it was pretty much implied. Normally a human wouldn’t be terribly intimidating as she is, since by comparison the girls have faced far worse enemies than any threat a single human had posed before. Yet the thing that made them all uneasy, was the fact that Jessica knew exactly what the Elements of Harmony are, she knows what they’re capable of and what they’ve achieved. Quite frankly, the mares present weren’t exactly fond about the idea of finding out what all Jessica is capable of.

Jessica broke the silence with a loud yell, exclaiming with vigor and celebration after popping the cork off of a wine bottle. This sudden outburst jolts the mares in the room out of their disconcerted haze.

“Now that that’s out of the way, onward to the night!” Jessica declares, pouring wine into everyone’s glasses until they were filled to the brim. The girls all exchanged concerned glances before Fluttershy simply took a swig from her glass, earning a look of surprise from the others as the soft spoken pegasus downed at least half of the wine before setting the glass back down.

Before Jessica could take a swig herself though, the door would suddenly burst open, and storming in was a very angry looking Walter Barnes. As soon as he made his entrance, the air seemed to become far less heavy than it did just moments before, instead it was replaced with a sort of electricity that seemed to be aimed toward the large man’s elder sister.

“JESSICA! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL TILTED FUCK?” Walter exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders, spinning her around to face him, spilling some of the wine out in the process.

“Hey! Watch the brew!” Jessica hissed, quickly setting her cup down before more of her drink was spilled.

“Fuck your drink, why the fuck did you leave me to the wolves?! You know that I don’t mix well with such a dense crowd like this! I get claustrophobic!” Walter scolded, shaking Jessica by the shoulder, who simply stared up at her younger sibling with a cocky, albeit amused smirk.

“Because I wanted to get to know your new ‘friends’, what’s the harm in some girl time?” Jessica coos, folding her arms as she leans her shoulder into Walter’s chest.

“Because, any moment spent alone in your presence is a moment spent in danger.” Walter replies flatly, pinching her nose firmly, causing her to let out a squeak before smacking his hand away, scrunching her face up to try and snuff out the tingly sensation assaulting her nostrils. “You girls okay? She didn’t hurt any of you did she? Did you drink anything she served you? Do any of you feel okay? How many fingers am I holding up?” Walter asked, his voice dripping with legitimate concern, waving his hand in front of everybody’s face while examining their eyes for dilation.

“...S-Should we be concerned?” Fluttershy asked, glancing down at the wine she had just powered down over half of, then glancing to the other girls who looked just as concerned as she did.

“...I think now is a good time to return home. We have about thirty or so minutes until the big ‘if’ gets answered.” Walter says, pausing for a moment before he began to hurriedly pull the mares to their feet, rushing them out of the booth while Jessica pouted in the corner, sipping on her wine gingerly.

The mares collectively gathered their things and promptly took their leave, waiting out in the hallway as Walter turned back to Jessica, his angered expression softening as he closed the door to the booth. Jessica gave a sigh, setting her glass down once again as Walter made his approach.

“Sis, what was that all about, really?” Walter asked, this time in a calm and collected tone of voice.

“Like I said, I wanted to talk to them heart to heart, girl time and all that jazz.” Jessica replied, shifting her pale blue eyes up to meet Walter’s amber gaze.

“You think I’m gonna believe that’s all there is to it?” Walter asked, crossing his arms.

“You never believe the simple answers, not completely, do ya?” Jessica sighed, shaking her head. “Some things are best left covered up, y’know?”

“I’m a man now, Jessica. I’m young, I know, but still a man. I can’t experience life if I’m sheltered from it.” Walter says, resting his massive hand on the small woman’s head, offering her a warm smile.

“I know that, but even as we both get older you can’t blame your big sister for looking out for ya, can ya?” Jessica inquired with a small smile herself.

“I can if that big sister is as big a fiend as you are.” Walter replied, earning an amused chuckle from Jessica.

“Right, right. Well I suppose that you’re headin’ off back home, yeah?” Jessica asked, leaning in close to Walter, pressing her chest up against his abdomen. “We should hang out again sometime, though I will probably be buried in paperwork until I can get this Royal Guard gig rolling.” she says, slowly wrapping her arms around the huge trunk that is Walter’s torso, giving him a gentle squeeze.

“Well, I hope that turns out well for ya. I’ll give you my number so we can stay in touch.” Walter says, pulling out his phone, exchanging numbers with Jessica after departing from the embrace. Jessica seemed a tad bit peeved about Walter’s oblivious nature, that despite his claims of being an adult man he still seems to retain some semblance of his childhood naivety. At least that’s what her instincts are telling her.

Jessica watches as Walter leaves, waving him off as he disappears along with his new clique of ‘friends’. All denial aside… Jessica couldn’t help but feel… Jealousy. For the most part Walter is a teddy bear, a big cinnamon roll that up until now she didn’t have to share with anybody else. Now he’s staying in a new house with six females, and they’re experiencing his cinnamon roll-ness for the first time. To be honest with herself, Jessica can’t tell what she’s more pissed about. The fact that Walter was put into a house filled with mares who attract more chaos than she’s comfortable with, or the fact that she may no longer become the most important woman in her little brother’s life anymore.

Watching as Walter escorted the disconcerted group of mares through the club, she lets out a long dragged out sigh. Upon noticing a familiar older unicorn stallion tailing behind Walter, a smirk graces her lips. It brought her comfort knowing that Celestia did not fool around when it came to hiring adequate protection. Although she wasn’t exactly using the fullest extent of her abilities during her scuffle with him, he sure did know how to handle himself. Something also tells her that she wasn’t the only one holding back during that scuffle.

She’s glad to know that her brother is well protected, at least.

Ashfall follows the group surrounding his charge as subtly as possible, being sure to keep them in his line of sight while remaining out of their peripherals. Seems that Walter had the situation handled, not like Ashfall could do much to that psychotic woman anyways, at least within the range of abilities that he is permitted to use. Best he stays out of family matters, especially when it comes to the Barnes.

Ashfall still couldn’t quite believe his luck, Franklin ‘Fury’ Barnes and Sarah Crewes had a family together. Ashfall is quite familiar with his charge’s parents, especially Franklin. Military didn’t run in Franklin’s family, it galloped. Franklin was an ace pilot during the Changeling Wars, one Ashfall had the pleasure of bumping into every now and then. One of the few things that threw Ashfall off about that man is how somebody with such a gentle face can be so… Fierce. He had both the face of a poster-child for some cheesy war movie, and the vicious hunger of a falcon nose-diving towards prey.

The older stallion breaks away from his thoughts as his charge enters a vehicle along with the group of mares, all of them save for Walter piling into the back seat like sardines. Ashfall moves behind a sign posted on a chain link fence, shrouding his appearance while listening in on the group’s conversation.

“I still feel fine, Walter. I can drive, I didn’t even drink alcohol!” Rainbow Dash protests as she tries to find comfort amidst the group of mares tucked into the back seat. “I only had some soda, I swear!”

“Doesn’t matter if you had booze or not, if you can ingest it, it’s not safe around Jessica.” Walter states firmly as he closes the back door.

“If she did drug us, then she’d be sent to jail, so given the fact she’s starting as a royal guard here soon I don’t think she’d want to risk something like that.” Rarity says as she leans out the car window.

“Jessica would be running the joint in a matter of days. She’d get released within a month, then she’d track down the people who put her in there in the first place. Believe me… I’ve tried…” Walter says with a distant look of haunted memories washing across his face.

“Sweet mother of Celestia…” Rainbow Dash muttered, leaning back into her seat.

“I know you guys may think she’s…” Walter paused, trying to think of the right words to say.

“Psychotic?” Rainbow Dash chipped in.

“Deranged?” Rarity quipped.

“Scary as a thestral in heat?” Applejack noted.

Walter stared at them, bemused, glancing over at Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie as they both remained silent, returning a sheepish gaze to the large human man. Walter gave a deep sigh before speaking again.

“Peculiar. I know my sister is… Peculiar. But she’s pretty nice once you get used to her!” he assured them as he climbed into the car.

“About as nice as an angry farm cat with mange.” Applejack quipped, causing Walter to give a flat stare back at her before he started up the car. “Okay… Uh… I think I can do this…” Walter mumbled as he studied the car with curiosity.

“Walter… Have you ever driven a car before?” Fluttershy asked with concern.

“Uhh… I’ve driven a tank?” Walter replied, giving a sheepish smile back at the girls, who didn’t look impressed with that answer whatsoever.

Ashfall rolls his eyes, letting out a low sigh as he steps out from behind the fence, shifting his feet quietly over to the driver’s side of the car. Upon tapping the window, Walter is startled for a brief moment, having been captured by his uncertain curiosity of the vehicle’s controls. Upon recognizing the unicorn, he gives a sheepish smile and rolls down the window.

“Hey there, uh.. Mr. Venture, sir.” Walter says, smiling sheepishly as he shifted his eyes up to meet the gaze of Ashfall, whose gaze looked as if he’d pass out instantly the second his face hit a pillow. “What’s up?”

“Feelin’ a lot like Gene Wilder, tap dancing with Peter Boyle lathered in green face paint.” Ashfall replied, leaning his hand against the roof of the car. “Hnh… I assume you’re in need of a designated driver?”

“Yes please!” Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack all spoke out in unison, leaning forward to catch a glance from Ash as he gave a small smirk of amusement. Walter opens his mouth as if to say something, but is quickly silenced by the stares from three of the five mares. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie just fiddled with their thumbs as Walter returned his gaze up at Ashfall.

“Move over, Boyle, I’ll drive you kids home.” Ashfall says, nodding his head upwards, giving a gesture for Walter to scoot over into the passenger side. Walter glanced back at the girls, then back to Ash for a few scant moments before sighing and unbuckling his seat belt, scooting over to the other seat while Ash slid his way in.

The ride went smoother than most designated driver roles he has filled in before, at least Walter isn’t completely shitfaced snorting cocaine off of the ass of a prostitute like some of his undesirable past clients. Aside from playful banter and friendly discussion, and the occasional fits of laughter.

This gig may be easier than I thought… Ashfall mulled to himself, turning on the radio to listen to some music on the way toward his charge’s home.

Blueblood sat comfortably within a red velvet recliner, resting his chin boredly on his knuckles as he gazed at the large TV screen presented before him. He was vehemently annoyed by ponyville’s hosting of the Gala this year. The town may be progressing into modernization, but it’ll always be the filth ridden backwater village he remembers it as. He didn’t attend, mostly due to other matters filling his plate. Plus, due to his… Unpleasant exchanges with the Element of Generosity a few galas back, he has lost interest in most social gatherings outside Canterlot since then.

He surfs through channels idly until a knock came to his chamber doors. Blueblood lazily offers a gaze toward the twin doors before returning his gaze toward the television.

“Come in.”

Entering the room is a familiar well dressed blonde man with hypnotic crimson eyes and a smile that could rival that of Pennywise. A bit of interest builds up on Blueblood’s face as he sees one of his more favored human interactions strut into his room, offering a pleased stare up at the lean frame of the human man.

“Felix, what a pleasure. How was your observation of the Gala?” Blueblood inquired, muting the TV.

“It was… Far more pleasant than we’d hoped. A few interesting things happened, one of them being him, our little subject of affection~” Felix says, stepping behind Blueblood’s chair and firmly grasping the young stallion’s shoulders, working them like firm dough in need of tenderizing.

“...Little Hercules, interesting… Seems as though Hamilton’s mishap didn’t utterly fuck up our plans.” Blueblood says, closing his eyes, an expression of bliss bleeding onto his features as the tall human worked his magic.

“Indeed, seems as though Raptor caught onto Hamilton’s men and pulled a fast one. Switched their tickets around and lured them to her and away from our target. No matter, I managed to locate him and pull some info on him using one of my… ‘Connections’. He’s with the Elements, it seems as though they caught onto the target’s trail too, yet they don’t seem to have the same information we do.” Felix says as he trails one hand down along Blueblood’s collarbone and onto his chest, dragging his fingertips tenderly along the stallion’s pectorals.

“I see, that’s good. Anything else?” Blueblood says, stifling the pleased noises in his throat with his words.

“I managed to corrupt some of their intel. They tried interrogating him by using the passwords installed into his system, but all they managed to do was just order him to take a nap more than anything else.” Felix explains while Blueblood takes Felix’s wrist gently, guiding his hand lower down his abdomen.

“Good, good… Are the seeds planted?” Blueblood whispered as he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as Felix began to fondle his nethers.

“Yes… I made sure of it. We should take caution though, the bird of prey is not the only one we have to worry about. It seems Celestia appointed her old devil dog as our target’s guardian. I suggest we ensure our discretion, lest we draw any unwanted attention from their keen observations.” Felix whispers into Blueblood’s ear.

“Ah, I see… We’ll proceed with caution. I’m leaving you in charge, I don’t expect that you’ll fail me as badly as Hamilton’s men failed him?” Blueblood says as he stands up, pulling himself away from Felix’s grasp momentarily.

“Who do you think I am? Some sort of plebeian?” Felix inquired, perking a brow as Blueblood snorted in amusement, dropping his robes, exposing his readied nudeness as he began to strut his way toward his bedroom.

“Of course not… To the bed now, Felix Crane. I do believe you owe me some entertainment…” Blueblood says with a smirk as he disappears into the bedroom portion of his abode.

“Right… I’ll be right there.” Felix says with a nod, watching as the pale unicorn disappeared behind the curtains that take up the space of his employer’s bedroom doorway. Once Blue is out of sight, a brief expression of disgust washes over the human man’s face, a begrudged sigh escaping his lips.

“How long will she have me do this…?” Felix muttered to himself, shaking his head before regaining his composure, and slipping through the silky fabrics that lead into his employers bedroom.

“How may I serve you, my master?”

Author's Notes:

So sorry for the long wait! I've been working on it whenever I could, been dealing with life stuff. I'm glad to had finally finished this chapter though! Sorry if there are some mistakes here and there.