When the group returned home, the sisters' parents told them of the upcoming Blue Moon Gala, that was three weeks away. The sisters and Flare all had to pitch in to set it up, Prim and Flare would help whenever they were needed, Midnight took care of the guard positions, and Night would look over the invitation list. The group split, with the two older sisters heading to their need locations whilst Flare and Prim, headed to the to the library to wait for anypony’s needs.

Midnight headed out to the courtyard, her troops were, as expected, following orders from her second in command, Tattered Moon. The stallion was tough as nails, yet, knew how to be gentle when it was needed. His mane was a dark, crisp, brown, his fur a fiery orange, like that of a newly started fire. His cutiemark was that of a sword crossed with a shield. He heard Midnight’s approaching hoofsteps and turned to salute. His eyes were the same color as his coat, albeit, with a hint of red. Every time Midnight saw him, her heart would skip a beat, and unbeknownst to her, his did as well. It was true that Midnight thought of him as one of her best, yet, she couldn’t help but feel that he was hiding something big from her.

“Ma’am!” He said, his eyes looking at her, no emotion behind them, for it was the way he was trained. Midnight saluted back, her eyes meeting his.

“At ease lieutenant, how are the troops?” Midnight said as they both lowered their hooves to the ground.

“They are doing fine, Captian, two of them are in the medical area due to injuries while dueling,” He replied. Midnight nodded, she knew many things about him, even when he was off duty. He made friends with Flare, due to their dark sense of humor and their interest in history. The two, however, had to stay within castle walls, and Tattered Moon’s time off was now being limited because of the upcoming event.

Tattered Moon had always liked Midnight, she was kind to her troops. No matter how tough she acted upon them, she treated them like family. He had grown to respect that about her, and feelings blossomed fourth when she talked to him privately about his sister's death, even giving him a day to go back and mourn. The two then had more of an understanding of each other, he now didn’t just respect her, he loved her, and that was for many reasons.

Midnight always thought of him as a stallion who could please any mare, no matter what it is they needed. He was strong, yet, caring. Smart, but not too smart. She had almost fallen in love with him as soon as he walked in, asking to be in the guard. She didn’t know why, but this situation seemed familiar.

“Make sure when those two are back on their hooves, they get an extra mile. And, you get tomorrow off, you’ve been working yourself too hard this week. And I don’t want to see you trying to sneak back in here, understood?” Midnight ordered, Tattered Moon nodded, not knowing the reason behind the early break. Midnight was hoping for a reason to do this, after witnessing how Flare and Prim circle each other, leaving hints behind? She didn’t want that, she wanted to be upfront with him about how she felt. Though sadly, duties call and for the rest of the day, it was drilling and planning with Tattered moon about positions they needed to cover. Inside the castle, Prim was called by Night to help her with the list.

Prim entered the library and went to the TV section. Night sat poised over the list, she didn’t notice Prim walk in.

“Hey, sis!” Prim said, scaring Night, who threw the pen they had into the air.

“OH! Hey, Prim!” Night replied, catching the feather pen in her mouth.

“Did I interrupt somethin’?” Prim asked, glancing between the list, pen, and Night.

“Well, I wanted to have you help me. Also, I want to ask you a question,” Night said the last part whilst wiggling her eyebrows,” It’s about Flare~.”

“Oh, um,” Prim blushed, remembering that she bite Flare, snuggled him, then kissed him on the neck.

“I’ll take that as you want to answer,” Night replied, a smirk appeared on her lips.”So, did you confess? I thought you did when I and the girls walked out, but when you entered the living room, you didn’t seem changed.”

To tell or not to tell, that was Prim’s question. She thinks for a minute, yet, when that didn’t work, she went with her gut. She sighed, then let out what happened before and after the girls were around, her biting Flare to get blood, her “deal”, then, after they left, her kissing his wound. Night simply sat there, taking the information as is.

Prim finished her story, and Night held her hooves together and held them up to her snout. With a quick swing, her hooves dropped and Night said,” Gurl, you need to tell that boi how ya feel!”

“I-I just want to do it at the right moment, Night!” Her sister blurted, the blush overcoming her face.

Night put her hooves back to her snout, thinking. An idea came to mind. In three weeks the Blue Moon Gala was to take place, at 10 pm the fireworks are to go off, the best vantage point is the castle roof. Nights eyes widened at the new idea. She made a small ‘ding’ noise and looked a Prim, her smirk replaced with an ear to ear grin.

“I have the best. idea. EVER! I know when you can ask him!” Night proclaimed, her hooves now in the air,”You can ask him during the Blue Moon Gala! Since we all know you and Flare don’t like crowds, you two can meet at the top of the castle around ten to watch the fireworks! Then you can confess your love for him!”

“I like that idea, buuut, Flare was going to be announced to the public around nine and I think the news stations are going to keep him for more than an hour,” Prim replied sadly, Night, however, was more than determined to give her sister and her crush a nice, romantic evening.

“Really now? Well, I might be able to ask mom to show him around seven or eight, that will give you enough time to get him to the roof, just before the fireworks begin!” Night responded, her eyes partially glowing with determination. Her next question made the fading blush on Prim’s face start to light up again,”So, what are you going to wear? A nice dress? A dress that shows to little, or maybe, too much~?”

“I-I was thinking of not wearing anything, like Flare-,” Prim didn’t finish her sentence as Night looked at her, a seductive grin now plastering her face.

“Oh~ going to show him more than he bargained for? Hmmmmm~?,” Night hummed, her eyes scanning Prim’s form, wondering what his reaction would be.

“N-Night! Not like that! Be-besides, we normally don’t wear anything! It would be normal!” Prim stammered a little, her face looking like a bright, red, cherry. Night’s response was more logical than the whole plan.

“Prim~, we both know that ponies wear formal things to parties like this ~. So you, showing up, naked I might add, most likely will set alarms off in Flare’s head~. Also, dear, we both know that Flare’s going to be wearing a nice suit, are you going to get him out of it when you meet him?” Night replied, as she got up and circled Prim, her eyes wondering over her sister's body, for many reasons. Mostly trying to remember how tall Flare was to her short, petite, younger, sister.

Prim, understandably, didn’t know why Night was circling her, but the comment about “getting Flare out of his suit” made her mind start to whirl with some interestin images. Where was she? Oh, right, why Night was circling her. Maybe to size her up? Maybe to see what dresses she can put on her tiny frame? Maybe, trying to see Flare’s reaction to a mare walking up to him, wearing nothing during a big event, such as the Blue Moon Gala! To her, whatever the reason was, she was nervous because of it. She knew Night had some... interesting manga’s and anime’s. Heck, her sister gave her one on her eighteenth birthday, in private! And, for reasons unknown, she still had it!

Night circled her sister once more, thinking of all the dresses she, Midnight, Rose, and Prickly could put on her.

‘Though,’ she thought,’ If she wants to go full on naked for Flare, why stop her~? It would be interesting to see Flare’s response.’

Night’s giggle worried Prim, she stood still for a moment, trying desperately to string together a sentence that will change the topic at hoof. Then, she felt a hoof touch her left wing, and at that moment, she knew her sister’s mind went from family-friendly to X rated. She was about to tell her sister to knock it off, until her sister said, her voice dripping with lust,” He’s going to enjoy these two~.”

If Prim could blush anymore, she would’ve. In an instant, she swung around and almost yelled at her older sister,” Night, me and Flare are not going to be apart of you Fantasies! And, he-he is NOT tha-that type of stallion! Besides, we need to fill out the invitation list!

Her sister snapped out of her daze and looked Prim in the eyes. Her eyes still glancing over Prim’s body, but, retreating to the papers and pen on the table. With a sigh, she motioned Prim to sit down. But, she wanted to make sure that Prim knew this conversation wasn’t over, and that she had many dresses in mind to put her in.

“Prim~,” Night whispered in Prim’s ear,”This conversation still isn’t over, come to my room at eight o’clock sharp, so we can work out the details~.I’m going to assemble our friends to help~”

Prim gulped, but nodded, knowing full well that she was going to talk about it later, whether she liked it or not.

Flare entered the kitchen, the chefs wanting new ideas for what they can provide the guests. They knew very little about Flare and his world, but they knew that, before his food drought, his kind had amazing food.

Upon entering some of the new chefs looked at him with fear, while the more experienced chefs treated him like an old friend.

“Ah, Flare! You’ve arrived!” a female voice rang out, a dark yellow, unicorn, mare walked out of one of the smaller kitchens wearing chefs garments. Her mane was hidden under the chef's hat she wore, but underneath that, her mane was white with golden highlights. Her name was Lemon Zap, one of the best chefs in all the land. She had called Flare in to help with dessert ideas.

“Well, if I’m needed, I’ll help,” Flare replied, remembering the first time he was served dinner here. She was the one who cooked it, and it tasted pretty damn good. Flare, however, took it with some salt, both literally and figuratively. He was starving, so, really anything would taste good at that point. But, after a while of eating her food, he had grown to appreciate her cooking.

“Well, good! I have run out of ideas for desserts and I was wondering if you could help me! I’ve been told your kind has really good desserts!” Lemon Zap replied, her horn lighting up with excitement at the thoughts of the desserts she has heard from him. She grabbed his hoof and guided him to the smaller kitchen she just left.

Inside the kitchen was what you’d expect, knives, food, and stuff to store any other items in for future use. Lemon Zap pulled Flare along, tossing chef garments at him telling him to put them on.

After coming to an abrupt stop, Flare finally got the garments on and was now facing a stove. Lemon Zap stood right beside him, awaiting instructions.

Flare thought for a moment, then, he remembered the best pastry he ever had came from his adoptive mother Crumpet the monster changeling. It didn’t use any spiders in the recipe, but he and his brother loved it still. The dessert was called “The Sweet Volcano”. It was a simple dessert, but one he wouldn’t hoof over without a fight, so he thought quickly of another one.

“Ah, I remember one,” Flare stated. He glanced over at Lemon Zap and asked her to get some ingredients, this was one of the well-known pastries his changeling mother had made, and the recipe was already out there, so what was the harm sharing it here?

Lemon Zap returned quickly with the needed ingredients, chocolate, sugar, and others. She lit up the stove and followed Flare’s instructions down to the T. While making this monster dessert she decided to chat with Flare.

“Hey Flare, can you tell me the pony who made the delectable treats you are kindly sharing with us?” Zap asked politely, stirring the pot full of melted chocolate.

“She was me and Trail’s adoptive mother, her name was Crumpet,” Flare responded, then added,” She was a monster changeling, had control over spiders and such, but she made desserts that could blow yours out of the water. She was a very kind mother...”

Zap had heard about changelings, how they take the form of the pony you love, then suck the love while you aren’t looking. She didn't like them at all, even though she hadn’t ever met one in pony. But, she felt like this Crumpet was a good one, based off of how high Flare holds her to be.

“Well, looks like I might have some competition, huh?” she replied. Her mind wondering, trying to imagine what Crumpet looked like, but gave up when Flare told her to put the chocolate into the pan.

“Hey, I heard that Tattered Moon was getting tomorrow off! He looks fairly confused about it though!” Zap said with a chuckle. This had caught Flare’s attention, like a rabbit caught in a snag.

“Really now? Well, I guess he’s going to do something that doesn’t involve laying around, most likely he’s going to ask me to go outside since I have a disguise,” Flare said, while he pointed to a mystery ingredients.

“Maybe! I think that boy is like your brother sometimes, the way you two get along!” Zap chuckled. The word brother hit Flare hard in the chest, he had a brother, one who was most likely worried sick about him. He quickly shook the thought, focusing on the dessert that was being made.

With a ding noise sounding, Zap opened up the oven she had set the dessert in. Taking them out, she saw that they looked like regular brownies, she glanced up at Flare.

“Um, these are brownies Flare. Not to be mean and all, but what so special about these?” Zap asked, Flare simply chuckled.

“Well, take a bit of one and see!” He replied, a smile stretching across his face.

Zap shrugged, cutting out a piece of brownie. She hovered it to her snout and took a bite out of it... The flavor and sweetness that hit her were like a tide-wave. It tasted amazing.

“This. is. AMAZING!” Zap cried, finishing the brownie with one more bite, Flare once more, chuckled.

“Crumpet’s recipe is well known in the underground for its sweetness,” Flare responded.

“Well, this definitely puts many other dishes to shame! I going to make more of these, you can go back to what you were doin’ Flare!” Zap replied,” Thanks a million!”

With that, Flare left and went back to his room.

On his way there, he wondered what Prim was doing. Unbeknownst to him, Prim was now heading to Night’s room to get fitted with a dress that was for a night 3 weeks away. Her mind still in a pickle about how her sister acted when she talked about Prim’s perfect night out.

Author's Notes:

Now you know Night’s naughty side! So be afraid!

PS: We are getting close to the chapter!