As the days went on, I tried on the various clothes Rarity had made for me. For whatever reason, she had decided to make pieces that were more form fitting and shape flaunting. And at the same time, I found that I actually kind of liked the tighter fits, both with how they felt and how they looked. Part of me wanted to complain about it, but I couldn’t find it in myself to actually do so.

There were modified versions of what looked like every female outfit from RWBY in the pile, recolored and adjusted to fit my shape and style. I decided to leave those alone for a while.

There were multiple silk items that looked like they were made to be worn under other items to give the illusion of a bodysuit of some kind under a dress. Or something like that.

There were also actual bodysuits, which I both liked and was confused by, especially with the fact that I came to like them so quickly.

There were quite a few dresses, most of which looked like they wouldn’t restrict my movement much, if at all.

There were numerous winter ensembles, all of them fuzzy on the inside and sleek on the outside.

There were a few sets of swimwear, one of which was styled as a well fitted pair of ankle length pants and a top similar to my athletic tops, both pieces being made mainly of normal swimsuit material and a yellow mesh. “Warm weather relaxation set. Maybe Rarity can make a long sleeve version?” I then remembered that I had lots of money. “She’d be happy to do it.”

I also spent time acclimating to the Hunter outfit every night. With practice, I was able to adjust the sensory enhancements and perception speed as I wanted to, to the point where it was like the clothes did nothing aside from being worn. Rapidly going from normal senses to heightened ones was dizzying, but at least it didn’t last for long when it happened.

I sat down in the office with the morning newspaper and noticed a headline. “Mysterious disappearances across Canterlot, 50 gone across city in one night!” I sighed before reading the rest of the article. I knew, somehow, that I was going to get involved in whatever it was, and there would likely be a fight. “Please let it be a quick encounter.”

A few days later, I was cutting vegetables in the kitchen when I heard the front door slam open. “3. . . 2. . . 1. . .” The kitchen door slammed open. “What is it, Twilight?” I asked without looking up.

“How did you?” Twilight asked. “Never mind.”

“You need me?” Already, someone was coming over to take my place.

“Yes, please.” I sighed as I left the kitchen with the local princess and went to my office to talk. “There’s been a number of high count foalnappings recently across multiple cities. Canterlot has lost over a hundred ponies in the past week alone, and the reported count is nearing a thousand.”

“That. . . that’s bad.”

“It’s a very confusing case. The pattern is consistent, which usually suggests one being, but they’re so spread out, it’s more like a group is at work, and that’s what the running theory is right now.”

I paused in my response when an idea hit me. “One moment, Twilight.” I started rooting through the drawers in the desk. “No. . . no. . . no. . . where is. . . Ah, there we go.” A moment later, I put a map of Equestria down on the desk. It was time to start playing Detective. “So, what cities have been hit?”

Twilight started with Canterlot’s first fifty missing ponies, then went through other cities that had been hit. Manehattan on the second night. Then Vanhoover. Fillydelphia. Canterlot. Las Pegasus and Los Pegasus in one night. The most recent one was Baltimare. “And that’s just what we know. We haven’t found any traces of anyone or anything that could do this. It’s definitely not a changeling operation, since they would replace their victims after foalnapping them.”

“Anything else?”

“A team of night shift maids in Canterlot Castle was taken on the second visit. The night guards saw nothing get inside or leave with them, above, on, or below ground.”

“Just. . . suddenly gone?”

“Suddenly gone. And it wasn’t even a teleport.”

“How do you know that?” I asked as I folded the map back up.

“I scoured the whole castle with a scry spell that went two weeks into the past. The only teleports that it picked up were from myself, Celestia, and Luna.”

“A stealth master.” Something crossed my mind. “Have you talked to Celestia and Luna about this? Could it be someone they sealed?”

“I. . . Didn’t think of that. Do you want to teleport there to talk with them?”

“Can they teleport here? I can host all of us in my room upstairs, and I’d rather not leave the Ember Celica behind, to be honest.”

We stood around the closed crate that still held a few unopened boxes of clothing, using it as a makeshift table. With all of us there, it was a bit cramped, though mostly just for Celestia and Luna. “So, mass foalnappings happening in different cities across the continent. Does that ring a bell?” I asked the royal sisters.

Both of them took on serious, thoughtful expressions. Luna stayed calm as she looked through her memories while Celestia started to get frustrated. “Is everything alright, Celestia?” Twilight asked.

“It’s right there!” Celestia said with a kind of anger I’d rarely heard from her before. “It’s just on the edge of my-”

Celestia was suddenly asleep and Luna’s horn was glowing. “Give me a minute or two, please,” Luna asked.

Twilight turned to me. “So, how many of the clothes have you tried on?” Her voice was hushed, likely not to disturb the working sisters.

“Quite a lot of them,” I replied in an equally hushed tone. “Including the one you couldn’t teleport. Want to see it?”

“If it won’t take long, sure.”

“One moment, please.” I found the buckle, went through it to the Hunter outfit, and a moment later, had it on. “So, what do you think?”

Twilight looked me over a few times before answering. “First, it’s a lot different seeing it in person instead of just pictures. Rarity did a really good job on it.”

“I’ve yet to see anything bad from her.”

“Second, I never thought you’d wear it when Sunset first showed it to me about a year ago. You didn’t even want to wear anything with a skirt, if I recall correctly.”

I did a bit of reminiscing myself. “Yeah. Man, I’ve changed a lot since then.” Twilight suddenly adopted a thoughtful expression of her own, and her horn softly lit up. “Twilight?”

The local Princess didn’t answer immediately, looking at me like I wasn’t quite there. “Hmm, interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

Twilight’s horn went out and her expression relaxed to normal. “I just did a scan on you. Well, I tried to, anyways. It seems that your outfit totally nullifies any magic coming at you. That would explain why it and the box didn’t teleport.”

“But how would Rarity have made it?”

“That. . . I have no idea.”

“Good news, everyone!” Luna loudly stated, easily waking Celestia up. “I have been able to discern some information from my sister’s cake laden mind!”

“Really, Lulu?” an exasperated Celestia asked.

Luna continued, more serious and somber. “This is someone else we had to seal. We never learned his name, so we called him Hunter, because that was what he did to our subjects.”

“So everypony that’s been foalnapped. . .” Twilight started with dawning horror.

“Could be dead, yes. We never did find any remnants of those he did hunt down, nor where he was operating from. For all we know, they could have been alive and well somewhere, and in sealing him, we left them to die.” Both sisters’ expressions turned very somber at the realization.

I didn’t like the sadness that was developing in my room, so I marched over to the sad sisters, and gave them the best hug I could. It was awkward, but they did return the gesture before Twilight joined in. For a few minutes, we just stayed there.

Finally, the hug was broken and Luna picked the story back up after a sniffle. “Thanks, you two. Anyways, we trapped him by locking him into an enclosed arena with us, inside a mountain, and we tried to fight him with normal magic blasts, but he was still too fast, so we set magical traps on the floor, walls, and ceiling. After we got him cornered, we sealed him away and left the arena, triumphant and tired.”

“Can you tell me anything else about him?” I asked.

“Well, he stands and moves like you do, his armor was green and brown, and he had a silver bow and a strangely shaped shield. A very odd combination of weapons for a hunter like him. He also seemed to be related to someone else we fought, but it wasn’t clear in Tia’s memories.”

"You're going to blame the cake, aren't you?" Celestia playfully accused Luna.

"Oh, no no no, Tia. Not at all. Just your punk phase."

The solar Diarch narrowed her eyes and she looked dead serious, the stern visage marred by a heavy blush across her face. "Never. Talk about that. Again. Or would you like me to talk about your cuteness phase, Woona?"

"It was just a phase some thousands of years ago!" Luna insisted with a faint blush of her own.

"Ahem," Twilight said, catching the sisters' attention. "Do either of you have any ideas for catching this guy again?"

After over an hour of discussion, we came up with a plan, called the meeting done, and went our different ways. The alicorns teleported out while I went back to the kitchen. "Did I miss anything?" I asked as I tried to find a spot to slide into.

"No, nothing unusual." Gavan took a moment to look at me. "Is that a new uniform?"

"Huh?" I looked down and saw that I still had the Hunter outfit on. "Oh, no, no it isn’t. I’ll. . . uh, how do I look?” Everyone in the kitchen paused for a moment to look at me, and everyone gave a similar answer of how good I looked. “Right, well then, I’ll be back in a moment.” It didn't take long at all for me to change back to my uniform and come back down to resume the workday.

Author's Notes:

Once again, IT'S ALIVE! And Yang is starting to get a little, let's say, fashionated with the clothes available to her.

I've also started working on something special for chapter 120. Depending on how that goes, I might make more chapters like it.