The day after the execution was slow and predictable. Celestia's Royal Guards were forced to pull away from the border after a gang in Las Pegasus stole the platinum plates used to make Equestria's currency. It was surprising, to say the least, but not really. As the news of the greatest heist in history overloaded Equestria to hid the fact of the Royal Guards almost starting a war. I met up with Ruzza to accept the plates as a gift to me for helping her out with information of how the Black Ops work. What made the gift, even more, sweeter was a scroll that told me the exact composition of how Equestria's Bit's were made.

Of course, I could have asked Luna for the plans, but what Ruzza did to acquire the documents, made having them much more fulfilling. I quickly handed them to my Mint and began pumping the currency into Equestria in order to cause an economic crash from extreme inflation. After I finished starting, "Operation Overgold." I called it a night.

"Wake up, honey. It's time to get up," poked a voice or pure, orgasmic, chocolate, that could only belong to the one and only, Feather Flight, from beside my bed.

"I don't wanna. The fairies of Alfheim need me," I whined as I buried my face deeper into my pillow to hide from the mare that is banging my mother.

"Well, the fairies can wait in dream land, hun," she said while prodding my side. "And if you don't get up in the next thirty minutes, Spitfire will burn your entire Playpony collection." Without a second thought, I bolted up in fear of losing my five-thousand volume collection of Equestrian sexiness and pushed aside Feather to get ready for the day.

I quickly had my shower, combed my coat, tail, and mane, before I left the bathroom to find Feather holding my royal clothes in my living room. With a sigh of defeat to the smiling mare that was sleeping with my mother, and I walked up to her so that she can help me put on my stuff, even though she doesn't have too.

As Feather Flight tied the silver ribbon with the bell to my tail, I have to wonder how much she changed. She wasn't the nervous wreck of a mare that came to enjoy anymore. She was more confident, smart, and caring. She even smiled more, not like that was a bad thing. I liked seeing her smile. It made my little sister Nightingale happy to see her mother happy.

I'm not quite sure when Feather adopted Nightingale, but that doesn't matter. So long as I can keep her and Spitfire happy. I will be happy for them in return, but I wonder if she enjoys dressing me every day. If she does, then that's fine, but if she doesn't. Then we need to have a talk. I don't want to find my mane missing one morning because she couldn't sleep from Spitfire's demonic snoring. Fucking Satan would complain to Super Satan to end his suffering, and that's coming from a girl who slept through a tornado destroying a warehouse that I camped in!

Once Feather was done with my tail, she put on my silver collar with a heart-shaped sapphire as the centerpiece. I heard Feather making a comment on how cute I was while she did the final adjustments to my collar, making sure it looked perfect around my neck, but I didn't take much notice. I was more concerned with today's events with the court rather than gushing over my lethal cuteness. Though, that title has recently been challenged by a certain Wolhana causing mass heart attacks wherever she went. One of my best, stone-faced guards died when I asked Wolhana to make her best puppy-dog face. It isn't every day that one's heart could explode three times in their chest. Sergeant Stone Face will be missed.

“Honey?” Feather said as she put on my crown, breaking my train of thought.

“Hmm?” I hummed back as I began to feel my mane being brushed to try and tame its natural wolfish state.

“Your mane is impossible to straighten out, you know that?” she huffed in mock frustration as she gave up on the brushing.

“Yeah,” I chuckled lightly. “Nothing can tame the beast that's on my head. Not even, Silky-smooth Mane Cream. Trust me, I tried.”

“Hmm hmm,” she giggled quietly before she booped my nose. “Anyway, breakfast is in the dining room as always, and you have three appointments today. After that, Archbishop Big Boobs wishes you to visit her at the Temple of the Wind about something she found that may be extremely important to the survival of a lost history about all of, Equus. Then once you're finished with that: A young stallion by the name, Flash Drive wishes to show you something at the Academy. What it is exactly, I don't know, but he did say it should help you fly even faster than what you are currently capable of.”

“Thanks, mom number two,” I yawned and booped her nose back, causing her sneeze cutely. I stifled a laugh as a string of snot hung from her snout, to which she responded by rubbing said snot all over my cheek.

“Gross,” I laughed as I used her exposed wings to clean up the mess she made with my face, causing her rush to the bathroom to clean the snot out of her feathers. I quickly ran out of the room before she could enact her counter-revenge, and flew down the halls to the dining room to start the day with some breakfast.

The morning court was a tedious thing. Ponies, Griffins, and Thestral rich cunts all tried to have their way with me for the ten minutes that they were allowed in the throne room. Most days, I could just scare them off with my Sharingan and be done with it, while other days some random group of ponies shows some balls to try and outsmart me and my scare tactic. During those days, however, were quite entertaining.

If I couldn't scare them away with my red eye, then I would call out their lies and bullshit within one minute of their talking. It was especially funny when the odd stallion who thinks they could beat me in the game of wits piss themselves for not believing in my, “Eye of Time,” rumor. The looks of pure dread that I get made my day court so satisfying to attend, but lately things have been rather slow.

I am not sure when it happened, but the populous have become rather content with all that I have put in place. There was very few now that come to see me on my Ivory Throne. Those that do come actually have problems that need my authority to help deal with whatever is causing grief to my subjects. From tax evasion that all my high-class civilians don't dare to commit any more to a rival gang that could cause my dear friend Ruzza to go rampant if they get too strong. These are things that someone like Celestia should have control of.

Though, because I was running my country as fluently as I was, I did get the constant comment from the odd pony that I was weak. Of course, as the saying goes, “A fair ruler, is a hated one, while a feared ruler, is a respected one.” Having to balance that truth out was a constant reminder of how much responsibility that I have now that I had one hundred percent control of Arcadia again. Then again, after the brutal execution two days ago, I haven't heard anyone dare call me weak again. Not even a certain guard that constantly challenges Luna about trusting her for being in the castle as my personal advisors.

After he watched his father get his pseudo-hands and feet impaled to a cross, before being put on display for any and all Equestrian spies and traitors seeking to destroy Arcadia from within at the border. He went silent about calling me a weak ruler, and if from what I heard from the young corporal was true. He has a newfound respect for me being on the throne.

After I ate my breakfast that consisted of; real bacon, eggs, and mangos that have been making me feel like I have an addiction to the fruit for how tasty they were. I was escorted by my two guards: Azrael and Wolhana, to the throne room for my three appointments that were waiting for an audience with me.

I sat on my throne with my two guards at my side. Both of them had a different face about their duty as my protectors. Azrael was instantly bored that she had to stand in one spot for an hour while Wolhana was ecstatic to be back in her usual spot beside whatever king or queen she once served.

I understood Azrael's boredom, even though I knew that she would rather fuck her Faunus wolf flesh golem than be my guard during these times of boredom. I too wanted to pet my kitten to pass the time instead of having to talk to ponies complain about their problems that they could solve themselves. Though, for her first paycheck, I thought she would buy some weapons and not a fuck buddy. It was very unbecoming for an Angel to give their innocence to anything. She can keep her toy, but if she gets caught. Then her playtime will have to be taken out of her day.

Wolhana, on the other hand, was an enigma. From what Luna learned from her memories made it very clear that she was something to be feared. I could easily send the lethal cuteness into Tartarus, and she will bring me back the biggest, badest demons head on a pike with a smile. The Shadow Mage, I bet, could even kill Celestia if she was allowed to have Alicorn Stone, which is the only thing that could kill an Alicorn at all.

I know I carry a sword made out of the stuff in the armory, but I also knew that it shouldn't be used. As much as I wanted to kill Celestia, if she were to die, all her power would be sent with her to the afterlife, making it even harder for Luna to raise and lower the sun.

Even when Wolhana offered to end the Goddess of the Sun, and showed me a portal she made out of the shadows that lead right beside Celestia herself. I had to couldn't due to the sudden backlash of killing the bitch. Right now, I have to keep Celestia alive in the long run so I could use the Elements of Harmony on her, and once that is done. She can spend several life sentences in a cell made out of the same material that Tartarus is made out of.

Then there is her chocolate addiction. When Luna told me not to give her chocolate because she wouldn't stop trying to get into my pantsu, I didn't listen. Summer nearly beat the living shit out of the kitten going to town on neither's in my office. All I did was give her a piece of my chocolate bar, and the next thing I knew, I was in ecstasy. I tried to push her off, but all that did was her biting my clit, and she wouldn't stop until I came. Summer made me sleep on the couch after that, even after Luna told her what happened.

Sleeping on the couch was depressing. I don't want to ever sleep on the couch again.

After that revelation, I made up to Summer with black lace, a horse whip, fuzzy hoof-cuffs, a ball gag, and the safe word, "Peaches." My flank, neck, ears, my good wing, and cheeks have never been so red in my life, and after that. I wanted her to do that to me every day for the rest of my life. Even if all my guards, Spitfire, and Luna look at me funny as I walked like my legs were spread open and pounded with an industrial jackhammer. Having Summer make me scream like that was oh so worth it.

"Your, Highness. Mrs. Bad Dragon is ready to see you now," one of my guards said from down the hall, taking me out of my fantasies of latex and vibrators.

"Let her in," I replied with a sigh. I watched with reinvigorated boredom as the guards opened the doors to the throne room, revealing a busty black dragoness wearing a black suit. I raised a brow as she walked up to the podium to say her peace while turning on my Sharingan. I instantly knew who she was as she was the first dragoness to volunteer for the genetics program, and judging from her smile. She was quite happy with her twins on her chest.

The dragoness with six, straight white horns on her head, stopped at the podium with a bounce of her boobs and introduced herself. "Hello, your Majesty. I am Bad Dragon of Ash Peak. I am here to make a proposition with you," she said like a succubus was trying to seduce me.

'Yep, that's definitely her. I might as well hear what she wants,' I thought.

"Let's hear it," I said with a sip of coffee.

"Of course," she said with a curt bow, which caused the top three buttons on her dress shirt to break. She didn't notice that she was now showing nosebleed-inducing cleavage to me and continued her proposition. "As you can tell from the amount of control there is of the crime market within your, fair, Empire. There is a wonderful opportunity within the sex trade. I believe that if you were to give me the permits required to make Arcadia's first, legal, brothel. My girls of pleasure could help your guards gain valuable information from any and all ponies that have ill intent towards the crown."

'Okay, I was wondering when someone would come to me about that, and if I can recall correctly. There isn't a whore house in Arcadia yet, even though the laws are there to help the boys and girls remain five-star healthy, and safe. So this could be promising,' I thought as I wrote down what she said on a notebook.

"So what do you think? Can my girls and your boys work together?" she purred.

Once I finished writing down everything that I would need to make this deal happen, I turned back to the smiling dragoness and took a sip of coffee from my new mug that says; "Spank your Empress."

"Alright, you can have your brothel, but as you have stated. You and your girls have to feed my intel division with words that certain individuals may or may not say. You will have the best security and health care as required by law to prevent the spread of disease, and to keep your girls safe, however. If there is a single word of you feeding information from my guards to anyone from another country. Your head will be on a pike with the girl that squealed at the border with the other traitors. Is that understood?" I said sternly.

She gave me a rapid nod and cleared her throat from the rock that formed from the notion of her head on a pike, and left the room with her dream of having a brothel in the main city come true. Once she was gone, I called over to one of my guards at the base of the stairs and ordered him to tell Luna to make a contract regarding the creation of the brothel, and asked for the next pony to be let in.

While I wrote down my plans for how the brothel should look, in comes a light black Thestral, with and orange mane with red streaks, neatly tied in a ponytail. What caused me to turn my attention towards the mare was the katana she carried on her back and the pair of bottomless saddlebags she was wearing. She walked up to the throne with a hint of venom towards someone that wasn't in the room in her warm, orange eyes. She stopped at the podium at took off the saddlebags, revealing her cutie mark which was a katana blade over a heart.

Once she was done fiddling with the saddlebags, she gave me a deep bow and spoke her peace. "Hello, your Majesty. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, mare of the night. What brings you to my castle?" I asked with a sip of the coffee.

"My name is Nova Blade. I am here to give you years worth of information regarding Celestia, her Black Ops, her Nobles, her Allies, and documents about secret projects in the making at this moment. I am also her to pledge my blade to you. To be the sword of truth in this world of lies, but all I ask is for the ability to kill the pony that killed my parents without question," she said causing one of my guards to fidget slightly, and it was the guard that constantly questions Luna and her trust.

I closed my eyes, in deep thought for what the mare just said. If she was in fact here with a crap-ton of information, then she would be a valuable asset in the espionage department with Snowball. If she managed to acquire all that she did on her own, it would be a waste to let her go, and judging from the sheer venom she spat out when she said Celestia's name, she was a pony that could be trusted, but at as for her skills with a blade. That will have to be put to the test.

'But why did Dark Moonblade fidget when she said she wanted the ability to kill the ones that killed her parents? If he was someone that can't be trusted, then he has to go right here, right now.

I opened my eyes again and let out a long breath and locked eyes with the Thestral mare. "Very well, you can be my blade after your skills are tested, and as for the information that you brought. I will have my intel guys check it out," I said as I teleported the saddlebags from the podium to my intelligence room for sort and file, causing the mare to jump slightly when her bag disappeared.

"However, as for your revenge request. Care to tell me his or her name that has wronged you?" I asked, causing Dark Moonblade to fidget again.

"Yes, your Highness," she said with a bow. "His name is Dark Moonblade."

'That was not what I was expecting,' I internally gasped, and looked over to the trembling guard in black armor.

"Thank you, Nova, and regarding your request. Dark Moon is the guard to the left of the staircase. If he was once a Black Op of Celestia, kill him to prove your—" Before I could finish my sentence, Novas black star metal blade was already being sheathed from a strike that I didn't see, but what I did see was Darks entire body slide into a million chunks of flesh onto the ground. "—Blade?" I said as I, Azrael, and Wolhana watched Darks head roll out of his helmet as we all heard the click of Novas blade returning to its resting place.

"Thank you, your Majesty," she said as she pulled me into a death hug from out of nowhere, causing me and all my guards to "gasp," and pull out their weapons for the Thestral mare for being too close. "Y-You is welcome," I said as I felt a tear drip down on my head before she pulled away and was back on the podium again before I could blink.

"Don't you dare touch the Empress ever again!" all my guards yelled all at once while they put away their weapons. She gave me a sheepish smile and nodded in response, but that didn't help the fact that she was able to teleport Pinkie Pie style to me just to give me a hug for letting her kill someone. In any case, she left with a guard to join my Black Knights, and the final group of ponies walked in for an audience with me.

Author's Notes:

Okay. I said this in the last one, but the next few chapters will be a bit late. Sorry for stuff.