Author's Notes:

Warning: Readers with an allergy to certain bodily fluids may want to skip the final scene of this chapter. Tbh, this scene almost got deleted, but then I was like, "meh, the readers will have to swallow it".

Twilight groaned and raised her head from the toilet. While the whole peanut butter thing was rather fun, she had a nasty attack of second thoughts after she was done. They quickly went from her brain to her stomach, ending with a violent expulsion of its contents.

She stood up, her legs trembling, flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom. The first thing she saw was Spike standing in the middle of the room and licking his lips while looking at the jar of peanut butter and back at her.

For a moment, Twilight’s feelings were very conflicted. In fact, it was like all her organs were fighting each other. Eventually, the stomach won with lower regions. Twilight turned back and ran back to the toilet again.

The book glowed harder before flashing pale light and opening itself.

The ceiling of the ambulance was probably the prettiest thing Apple Bloom had seen in her entire life. At least as far as the things she remembered go, and she didn’t remember all that much.

She couldn’t exactly enjoy the view because of all the paramedics running around her, poking her with needles and trying to shove tubes up her nose. The tubes she had in other places were quite itchy, which was even worse.

Finally, the ambulance disappeared, replaced by some dull, green ceiling. Apple Bloom tried to look at the nurses, but she couldn’t turn her neck. She couldn’t feel anything below it either and this fact started to bug her.

“Damn gingers,” someone above her muttered. “I’m not sure if she’s still bleeding or her hair always looks like that.”

“Just cut it.” The other voice was quick and slightly quivering. “She’ll survive with a new hairstyle, but not with the wind blowing in her occipital lobe.”

“What are y’all doin’ to me?” Apple Bloom asked, trying to get up. There was some strange beeping coming from the outside and it was really getting on her nerves.

“Watch out, she woke up.” One of the masked people above Apple Bloom turned to her. “Do you remember what happened?”

“You’re askin’... very hard questions…” Apple Bloom muttered. The beeping in the background changed into one, continuous beep. Apple Bloom turned towards the source of the noise, but then everything suddenly turned black.

The club didn’t look like a very successful enterprise. In fact, it looked like a small, abandoned shop with boarded up windows. Looking at it, one would maybe find it strange that a completely empty building was fitted with massive, metal door to keep anyone from getting inside, but most of the people didn’t trouble themselves with such details.

Diamond Tiara was not most of the people. She parked the car on the pavement and got out of it. Then she yanked Silver Spoon from it with a leash attached to Silver’s collar. Together, they walked to the door and Diamond knocked three times in a rapid succession. She made a short pause and knocked twice slowly.

A small slit in the door opened and they saw a pair of curious eyes staring at them. Diamond Tiara knew well who they belonged to – the gatekeeper of the kingdom of ultimate depravity, spreading in the humble store’s dungeon, as well as a part of the old sewers beneath the street. She was planning to get there for ages; or at least since she first heard about orgies with midgets and snorting coke from the stomach of a mysterious, hermaphroditic prostitute from Ouagadougou.

“You again,” the voice from the other side of the door muttered. “ID or get the fuck out.”

“Well, of course I have an ID.” Diamond Tiara took a pack of banknotes from her purse and put it in the slit.

“Benjamin Franklin, huh?” the bouncer asked. “I’m afraid you don’t exactly look like the guy in the photo…” The notes fell out of the slit in the door. “Get out.”

Diamond Tiara grabbed one of the bags of heroin she took from Apple Bloom. “How about this?”

“This, I may take,” the bouncer replied. “How much do you have?”

“A lot.” Diamond Tiara slid the bags into the opening. “There are also those blue pills. I don’t know what they do.”

“I know,” Silver Spoon said. “I saw it on youtube. Some guy was dancing in a bra after them.” She turned to Diamond Tiara. “To think about it, your mother has a similar bra…”

“How do you know about my mom’s bras?” Diamond Tiara asked. “Even I don’t pay attention to them!”

"Distinctive smell of spoiled milk," Silver Spoon deadpanned.

Diamond Tiara groaned and turned back to the door. “Okay, you may now let us in. It’s all we got.”

“Wait,” the bouncer replied. “I say I’d take them. I didn’t mention letting you two in. Come back in three years.” The window in the door closed.

“What?” Diamond Tiara exclaimed. “That bastard! Should I call some guys to burn this place down, or what?”

“You already did and they sent you the guy’s head in a cardboard box,” Silver Spoon replied. “Let’s go. My ass is freezing in those tights. And we always have our rented flat.”

Diamond Tiara sighed. “Yeah… The flat again…”

“Where are they?”

Apple Bloom opened her eyes slowly. Everything around her was blurry; she couldn’t exactly tell much about her surroundings, except of that the walls were blue. Or maybe those weren’t walls? Apple Bloom felt so light and happy, that she could as well be dead. It didn’t bother her much. Maybe heaven wasn’t Thailand, but she was pretty sure they also had non mai phai there; otherwise it wouldn’t be heaven.

“The drugs. Where they are?”

Apple Bloom blinked and identified a mass of white, pink, and grey sitting by her bed as Sweetie Belle. She was wearing one of Rarity’s more casual dresses and a black hat. Its brim was covering her eyes, but Apple Bloom could notice tears running down her cheeks.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. It sharpened her vision a bit, but also send jolts of pain down her brain. “Oh my gosh, Apple Bloom, are you okay?” she said in a high-pitched voice. “Yes, Ah’m totally okay, Ah only got hit by a car! Geez, Sweetie! Ah could’ve died or become quadriplegic and ya are askin’ about them drugs?”

Sweetie said nothing, staring at Apple Bloom. For a while, all Apple Bloom could hear was the beeping of her heart monitor.

“What?” she asked. “Am Ah quadriplegic?”

“No!” Sweetie exclaimed.

“Paraplegic?”

“No,” Sweetie replied, this time much calmer.

“Did Ah lie for ten years in a coma?” Apple Bloom asked. “No, this can’t be. In ten years, ya’ll either be dead of overdose or chillin’ in an exclusive rehab in Switzerland or somewhere.”

“Maybe,” Sweetie Belle muttered. “But the thing is, the drugs disappeared and Rarity wants them back. Did you sell all of them?”

“No,” Apple Bloom muttered. She heard that her heart monitor started to go faster. “And thank God that Ah’m on morphine, because Ah want to punch ya so hard.”

“Then who has them?” Suddenly Sweetie Belle looked at Apple Bloom’s IV drip. “You have morphine here?”

Apple Bloom furrowed her eyebrows, but recalling all the events from before the accident was hard; all she got was a headache. “Ah don’t remember. And leave this drip.”

“There has to be something…” Sweetie Belle sighed. “Listen, Rarity is gonna kill me, then Twist will revive me only for Bon Bon to kill me again. You don’t want that, do you? Do you?” She patted Apple Bloom’s head.

The monitor started to beep even faster.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Applejack,” the doctor said. “I’m afraid that you can’t visit your sister right now.”

“Why?” Applejack asked. “Did something happen to her?”

“The head injury is probably much more complicated than we initially thought,” the doctor replied, looking at the X-ray of Apple Bloom’s skull. “For some reason, she became prone to aggression attacks, even though her brain doesn’t show any signs of damage in those areas.”

“Aggression attacks?” Applejack raised her eyebrows. “What in tarnation…”

“Also, we’ll have to put her leg back together again,” the doctor continued. “Kicking someone with a cast on may hurt them more, but doesn’t exactly help, as far as the leg’s integrity is concerned.”

“Ah’ll have to have a talk with her,” Applejack muttered. “That’s not how we raised her! Casting integrities at people…”

“I’d be more concerned about using a catheter to strangle someone.” The doctor nodded. “I’ve seen many aggressive patients, but none of them were that… creative.”

“Mah girl…” Applejack chuckled. “Did she succeed?”

“No.”

“Dagnabbit,” Applejack muttered. “Once she gets out of the hospital, we’ll start training with the lasso more, Ah promise.”

“What for?” the doctor asked, looking at Applejack unsurely.

Applejack smirked. “Family business!”

Rarity sighed in the most cultured of ways, lying down on her couch. She reached for a bottle of wine standing on the small table next to her and poured herself a glass. Holding it near her face, she looked at the colour. Then she smelled it, trying to catch all the subtle nuances of taste.

“Ruby port,” Rarity muttered to herself. “This should do.” She took a sip.

Somebody knocked at the door. Rarity gave out another sigh. “Nobody can enter my wine tasting room!”

“But it’s very important, sis!” Sweetie Belle called. Just after hearing her voice, Rarity remembered that her wine tasting room occasionally also doubled as her smoking room and she started to wonder if there were some cigars left in the humidor.

“Come in,” Rarity said after a brief pause.

The door opened and Sweetie Belle stepped in, treading carefully on thick, red carpet. She looked at the finest collection of paintings on the walls, including van Gogh’s View of the Sea at Scheveningen, Vermeer’s The Concert, and van Klomp’s The Fallen Madonna. Sweetie always wondered how Rarity got them.

Rarity turned towards Sweetie. Her eyes widened when she saw her sister limping, with a black eye and a blue trace around her neck. Her dress was torn and her hat was nowhere to be seen.

“What happened to you?” Rarity asked.

“Apple Bloom,” Sweetie replied. “She didn’t take my questioning well.”

“Must be in a shock after the accident,” Rarity muttered. “Poor little darling…”

“How about me?” Sweetie Belle asked, wincing when she stood on her injured leg. Her head hurt; she’d noticed earlier that Twist’s pills had a mean side effect of giving her flashbacks even days after taking them. She looked around, but there were no fairies or dragons to be seen.

“Well, if she didn’t tell you anything…”

“She did,” Sweetie muttered, staring at the carpet. “By the end, she remembered that it was Diamond Tiara.”

“Why’d Diamond Tiara take our drugs?” Rarity took a sip of her wine. “She’s not the one to do drugs… Too bad, since, unlike some other people, she can afford them.”

“That’s what I asked,” Sweetie said. “Or rather, tried to, since she was trying to strangle me. And then the doctors came and I couldn’t talk to her anymore.”

Rarity nodded slowly. “Well, darling, that’s not important at the moment. The question is, what will we do about that?”

“Talk with Spoiled Rich?”

Rarity waved her hand, barely stopping herself from smacking her forehead with it. “No, of course not. The less people know, the better.” She looked into Sweetie’s eyes. “You’ll go to Diamond Tiara and talk with her.”

“Now?” Sweetie asked. “Or I can talk with her at school and–”

“No,” Rarity replied. “She took drugs from Apple Bloom. Then you’ll come to her to get them back. She’ll know that we sell them… She’ll know too much. You two will have a conversation of her life, Sweetie.” She walked to the chest of drawers next to the fireplace and opened the top drawer. “Maybe not the most memorable, but definitely the last…” She went back to her couch, holding a box in her hands.

“What is this?” Sweetie asked, her eyes following the box curiously.

“Well, darling, you can get much farther with it and a kind word, than just a kind word.” Rarity opened the box and produced a small, shiny gun from it. “You’ll take it to Diamond Tiara, ask her where she hid the drugs and then convince her not to talk about meeting you. Forever. Then you’ll call me and I’ll help you with the body.”

“Should I do that in school?” Sweetie Belle took the gun and looked down the barrel. “Principal Celestia wouldn’t like that. Since that one incident with Moondancer–”

Rarity sighed. This time, it was a very unladylike sigh. “No, Sweetie. Follow her and drag her to some remote place before talking.”

“Okay.” Sweetie pulled the slide of the gun and spun it like a cowboy in an old western. “Whoa…” she muttered when the gun fired, nearly breaking her finger.

“Don’t do that.” Rarity looked at the remains of the wine glass in her hand. The bullet went through it and hit a copy of Abraham Lincoln’s portrait hanging on the wall right between the eyes.

Sweetie smiled sheepishly. “Sure.” She tried to hide the gun in her pocket, only to realise that her dress had none. “I’d better find some more comfortable clothes for this mission.” She bowed slightly and walked out of the room.

Rarity sighed, lying on her couch. Then she grabbed the bottle of wine and took a large sip from it.

Rainbow Dash stood in the middle of the gym and cleared her throat. “Okay, guys,” she said. “As you know, my friend’s sister had an accident…”

Everybody in the gym turned towards her. In the other part of the room, Trixie turned back, only to fall off the treadmill.

“Tomorrow morning, I’m gonna make a blood donation,” Rainbow Dash continued. “Anyone coming with me?”

“Yeah!” Bulk Biceps exclaimed, raising a dumbbell.

“Sure,” Thunderlane said.

“Of course,” Flitter and Cloudchaser replied simultaneously.

Trixie turned the treadmill off and walked to the sisters. “Would you stop speaking in unison? It creeps me out.”

Cloudchaser chuckled. “Would it be better–”

“– if we finished each other’s sentences?” Flitter asked. “Anyway, the chest fly machine is free, if you want to use it.”

Trixie looked at the device unsurely and sat on the seat. She put her hands on the handles and tried to move them, but they didn’t budge. Trixie groaned and lowered her head.

Rainbow Dash walked to her. “You may want to choose a smaller weight,” she said. “Nobody lifted ninety pounds on their first day.”

“That’s not fair,” Trixie muttered. “Cloudchaser lifts ninety like it’s nothing.” It was indeed her first time in the gym; earlier, she went to “Stop The Oppressive Tyranny of Body Shamers” support group once, only to discover that they were mostly whining and eating chocolate ice cream. Trixie hated chocolate ice cream.

“Yes, but she also started small,” Rainbow Dash replied, changing the weight to much more manageable thirty pounds. “Call me if you need help with your training. I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Trixie never starts small,” Trixie muttered when Rainbow Dash left.

“Well, Trixie should.” Flitter smirked. “By the way, who the hell is Trixie?”

There was only one thing Rainbow Dash liked more than trainings. Well, maybe two things, if one included long discussions about how MiG-29 was better than F-16 or vice versa. Anyway, the thing Rainbow Dash liked the most at that moment was a long, hot shower that was soothing her stiff muscles and calming her down. She poured water on her hair, singing some song at the same time. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and looked down at her body, rinsing the shower gel from it.

She loved to admire the beauty of her naked body. After all, nobody but her deserved to watch it. Rainbow Dash was aware of what the boys at school thought about her, but she didn’t care. They could waste hundreds of tissues masturbating to the image of her, but they could never get the original.

Finally, Rainbow Dash closed the tap and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her waist. She walked out of the shower and stood in the middle of the bathroom, enjoying the slight breeze chilling her nipples. She knew that at any moment some other girl could go there to take a shower, but it didn’t bother her. After all, they all had breasts too, though they weren’t as awesome as hers. Nothing to be ashamed about.

Stretching her muscles, she reached to the shelf to grab a deodorant. She was about to use it, when she heard something. She stood, motionless, listening to the sound of bare feet on the tiles in the second part of the shower room. Trying to be as quiet as possible, Rainbow Dash creeped to the door, hiding behind the wall to surprise the mysterious assailant.

She took a deep breath and jumped from behind her cover. “Snails, you creepy little wanker, leave my panties and get the fu–” She paused mid-sentence, seeing that she was only partially right. The person in front of her definitely wasn’t Snails. Snails didn’t have long, bacon-coloured hair, second-best tits in Canterlot High (first place was, of course, occupied by Rainbow’s beautiful bosom), and the cyan eyes that could make any guy jizz his pants just by looking at him.

Sunset Shimmer was squatting on the floor, Rainbow Dash’s sweaty t-shirt in her hand. She was sniffing it with her eyes half-closed. Her other hand was wandering somewhere between her legs, covering a small patch of red pubes. When Sunset realised Dash’s presence, she opened her eyes and made a move as if she wanted to run away.

“Wait,” Rainbow Dash said, smirking. “You know... I have nothing against that... Really...”

“Oh...” Sunset smiled sheepishly. “You know, after I pulled that stunt on Twilight... I wasn’t sure if she was going to come or throw up...”

“Yeah, that’s our Twilight...” Rainbow Dash muttered. “But you know... Fetishes are fun and games, but you have to pay for sniffing my t-shirt...” She untied the towel and let it fall to the ground, revealing the only part of Rainbow Dash she liked more than her breasts.

Sunset smirked, seeing that Dash’s pubes were not only rainbow-coloured, but also shaved in a way resembling a landing strip, just like any true aviation fan should do. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“It’ll be a little surprise...” Rainbow Dash replied. “Lay down, Sunset, and close your eyes...”

Sunset obeyed the command, shuddering slightly when her back touched the cold floor. Rainbow Dash approached her and kneeled above her face, positioning herself. During the shower, she had been feeling a rising pressure in her bladder and she couldn’t bring herself to listen to Fluttershy who kept telling them that the should relieve themselves while showering. It had something to do with saving water, Rainbow Dash wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter much now.

“Ready to taste the rainbow?” Rainbow Dash asked. “You know, to have a rainbow... You need a rain first!” With these words, she relaxed her muscles.

Sunset made a gagging sound, but soon she calmed down. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath and looked down. To her surprise, she saw that Sunset was dealing with “tasting the rainbow” pretty well, not spilling a single drop. Rainbow reached to her labia and spread them, letting the last drops drip into Sunset’s mouth. Sunset swallowed and for a while was lying on the floor, panting heavily and rubbing her belly.

“So, now you can– What are you...” Rainbow Dash gasped when Sunset suddenly grabbed her ass and raised her head, bringing her lips to Dash’s pussy. The first time her tongue touched her clit almost sent Rainbow over the edge. After all, she was the fastest girl in Canterlot High, especially when she’d just satisfied one of her numerous kinks. It wasn’t long before her mind went blank and she fell on the floor, moaning and panting while Sunset sat on her stomach and started to rub her crotch against it, helping herself with her fingers. She threw her head backwards and gave out a muffled scream, her juices dripping on Rainbow’s stomach and pooling in her belly button.

Rainbow blacked out for a moment and when she woke up, Sunset wasn’t there. Her t-shirt also was gone.

“Well...” Rainbow Dash muttered, putting a finger in her belly button and licking it; the pungent taste made her want to give herself yet another massage with a happy end. “Seems that I’ll have to shower again...”