Spike's little dragon feet pawed their way across the ground towards Rarity’s Carousel Boutique. Logic was helping Rarity with a custom-fit dress for a very important client. The only drawback was the client was unable to come for the fittings and so Logic, only nanometers larger than the client, had offered her assistance. Spike was relieved to see Rarity’s workshop get larger and larger as he approached.

Inside the well-known little boutique the white unicorn stitched in more fibers to give the dress, if you could call it that, much more durability. After she completed that little tidbit she began walking around the pedestal Logic stood on, examining the dress’s progress (as well as its model). She gave the fragment a rather seductive smirk.

Logic saw this and became red in the face. “Umm… Rarity. I understand that I agreed to assist you in this endeavor but I must ask why this clothing is so… revealing.” It was true, the dress showed off as much skin as possible while still maintaining its ‘dress’ status. The back of the dress is what really irked Logic. The skirt part was as short as possible and oddly shaped, not only showing off so much backside it was a sin but it also magnifying it to look even more seductive. Logic didn’t like it. Though ponies were almost always naked it wasn’t until they put on clothes that they felt so prudish about showing off skin. It was an illogical embarrassment Logic had inherited from Twilight, and to have something illogical made Logic twitch like it was her job.

“Oh I’m terribly sorry about it Logic dear.” Sorry I can’t jump onto that pedestal right now and give you the time of your life. Rarity shook her head a bit and continued her work. “It’s just that this was what the customer wanted: A high class dress that at the same time as being beautiful she wanted it gaudier than you could believe! Those rebellious Canterlot youths, what are you going to do? Hmmm…” Rarity had reached her way to Logic backside and she was enjoying every second of staring at the purple butt.

Logic caught on real quick. “Stop that.” She growled unthreateningly. Rarity took it as playful sex rejection role-play and continued to stare until her workings brought her to the Logic’s side again.

At that moment Spike had finally reached the doorknob and entered the room, a newspaper in claw. “Hey you two I just wanted to… WHOA! Logic what in the world are you wearing?!” The little dragon had not seen a gaudier dress than the one decorating Logic at this very moment. The fragment pouted.

“Do not ask.” She replied.

Spike could not help but burst into a fit of giggling as he tossed the newspaper onto a nearby table, one claw was held forcefully over his mouth so as not to incur the fragment’s wrath. “Well… it’s" Spike snickered. "It’s really great looking on you Logic. It really shows off your…” He wasn’t able to finish.

“Logic, why in tarnation is your plot stickin’ out worse than a dog’s tongue on a hot summers day?” Applejack remarked as she entered the frilly boutique, having accepted the invitation Rarity had given her for lunch together that day.

“Do. Not. ASK.” Logic was sure to put emphasis on the last word, detailing her displeasure.

“Oh hello Applejack darling!” Rarity exclaimed. “I had completely forgotten out our lunch get together today, silly me. I’m putting the final touches on a… a questionable dress for one of Canterlot’s elite. Logic has been assisting me with modeling.” The fashion pony smiled heartily.

“What kind of fancy pants Canterlot noble wants somethin’ so… revealing?” Applejack couldn’t even guess at who wanted this type of thing.

“Ah, ah, ah Applejack. I mustn’t reveal customer’s names. It’s bad work ethic, you know that.” Rarity smiled as Applejack shook her head in understanding. Rarity turned back to her work and carefully applied the last stitch. “There! Finally done! And it only took twelve hours! Quite the record if I do say myself. Ok Logic you may remove the dress.”

“Finally.” The fragment sighed in relief. Hopping off the pedestal she quickly made her way to the bathroom, she had to pee real bad after standing in one spot for twelve straight hours.

Applejack chuckled. “Well she sure is starting to be quite the average mare, if I do say so.”

“Oh yes.” Rarity replied. “She’s quite helpful! She helped Sweetie Belle and her friends with their homework, showed Fluttershy timesaving animal feeding techniques, and even helped Rainbow balance her checkbook! That last one is a miracle that I thought only the Elements of Harmony could fix. Oddly enough she’s stayed away from Pinkie Pie.” Rarity pondered this for a moment.

“Can ya blame her?” Applejack retorted. “Every time she’s near that mare she starts twitchin’ somethin’ fierce! It quite funny to watch, truth be told.” Applejack chuckled at the thought of Logic’s twitching issue.

At that moment the door of the boutique opened yet again, this time revealing two mares. The one on the left had pudding yellow fur, a big poofy orange mane, lime green eyes, and finally a cutie mark of three carrots. The other mare was light blue with steel blue eyes and a periwinkle mane featuring a dark blue streak, an hourglass plastered her rump.

“Golden Harvest! Minuette! Such a pleasure to see both of you! What brings you here today? My, I haven’t really spoken to either of you in months!” Rarity rambled on until Applejack stopped her cold, allowing the two mares to speak.

“I know it has been long hasn’t it?” Golden Harvest remarked. “I wished we’d visit more but… we’ve been busy.” With that she turned their attention to Minuette, who turned around to show off her gorging belly. Rarity gasped.

“Oh my! You’ve finally found a donor? Oh that’s so wonderful! Of all the couples in town you two deserve a bundle of joy for your own! So whose the donor?” Rarity’s gossip mode activated, eager to discover the foal’s donor father.

Minuette and Golden Harvest smiled to each other. “Well that’s just it, she doesn’t have one. We saved up enough bits to buy those magic pills that can allow two mares to, you know, have a biological child together. Minuette volunteered to carry it, seeing how I’m the one who does the hard labor on the farm while she does our checkbooks.” The two smiled at each other, reminiscing about how they met. To those watching, expect Spike, who hated all that mushy stuff, it was truly a beautiful display of true love.

A loud flushing could be heard from down the hall as Logic finally had finished her business, though half the time was spent simply preparing for the task. “Ugh.” She stated while leaving the bathroom and throwing her dress aside. “Disgusting organic processes. I have been here for more than two weeks and still I find trouble each time I must excrete wastes. Why is it so hard for a pony’s body to use all of the materials it intakes?” Sighing again she’d began the short stride back to the main room.

Applejack gasped. “Oh no! We can’t let Logic know these two are havin' a kid together!”

“Why?” Spike and Rarity asked in unison.

“Why?! Cause it’s an illogical possibility or somethin’ like that! Her brain won’t process right and she’ll have a meltdown!” Applejack worriedly stated.

“What will have a meltdown Applejack?” Logic appeared behind the orange mare, causing her to jump and land facing the fragment. “Equestria is nowhere near having the technology required for nuclear power plants or any other large industrial center prone to such things.” She cocked an eyebrow.

Before Applejack could respond Golden Harvest jumped in between them with a big smile. “Oh Twilight! Minuette and I are having a foal together! Just us! No stallions involved at all… well there was that one time we…” She cut herself off once her partner gave her an ice-cold look.

Logic blinked twice and then nodded. “Is that so? Well I am quite happy for the both of you! May you raise your new foal to be healthy, strong, and, most importantly, intellectual.” Applejack’s jaw dropped hard.

“W-What?! How are ya not twitching like crazy right now?” She barked at the fragment. “It’s impossible for two mares to naturally have a foal! You should be jumping worse than when Pinkie Pie's had coffee!”

“Applejack please, if one does not take in the account of magic into things in this world than much would make no sense. Pinkamena is no unicorn so her abilities are…” Logic twitched. “Wrong.”

“Ooo! Did someone say my name?!” Said an excited Pinkie Pie as she appeared from nowhere standing on Logic’s back.

Logic’s pupils shrank. “H-How did you?! All other entrances are sealed and we did not… you cannot… But it is not…” Logic’s twitching started up again.

Pinkie’s eyes rolled. “I came to see the new mommies silly! I want to plan a baby shower for them! They told me to meet them here cause they need Rarity to make some maternity things for them.” With that Pinkie hopped off Logic and went over to the others.

Rarity’s eyes lit up. “Oh you want me to make you some things for that blossoming belly of yours hmm? Of course I will darling it’s the least I could do!” She went to a nearby door and opened it up to lead them inside. “You’ll need to show me what fabrics you want and… Applejack! Pinkie Pie! Could you come in here and assist me?” The two mentioned ponies nodded and proceeded inward through the door.

Alone together, Logic and Spike stared in confusion at what had just happened. Logic was the first to break a lengthy silence. “So ummm… Spike. I have a gift for you.” She turned towards the dragon and pulled out a dazzling gold gauntlet with an equally dazzling emerald carved into it. The dragon’s eyes widened in awe of it. “I would have given it to you earlier but I did not believe it necessary… until our run-ins Creativity and Deceit.”

“What is it? Some sort of super awesome weapon?!” Spike asked, eager to use it if it was.

“No it is a tracking gauntlet. With it I can always know where you are, whether your playing outside or are being pursued by lustful intentions.” She peered over to the room Rarity was in and cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Oh come!” He retorted. “I’m not that much of pervert!”

Logic chuckled (still without a smile) and placed around his left wrist. The dragon loved it. It was so stylish, even for a boy to wear. “If you could hurry back to the library so I can test it out…” Logic began,

Spike finished. “Yeah I know. It’s alright I was going back anyway. I gotta lot of stuff to do still. See ya Logic.” The dragon waved goodbye as he left, the fragment nodded respectfully.

Turning to join the others, Logic finally noticed the Spike’s newspaper’s headline: Manehatten in Fear! Multiple Ponies Attacked. Logic looked at this with a frown. “How unfortunate. But it is not our place to help in such things. We must rebuild Twilight. I am sure the Princess has this under control.”

“Ugh! This is totally not under control!”

Princess Celestia sighed deeply as she read the reports over again. The ponies that had been attacked recently in Manehatten had been done so with skill. The attacker left no evidence and the victims didn’t wish to discuss it, no matter how hard the guards pressed them. It was as if they were against a ghost. But no, she couldn’t give up! She was Princess Celestia! She’d find a way to capture this evil! All she had to do was think… which would be a lot easier with that loud thumping sound. “Must you do that while I’m working?! It’s very distracting!” She barked.

Nestled snuggly on his back on the left side of Celestia’s rounded bed laid High General Duncan of the Equestrian Military, a paddle in his mouth. Attached to his paddle was a ball and string and with each up and down movement of the General’s lower jaw it bounced back and forth, off the paddle and then caught by the string to fall back and repeat the pattern. After a few more seconds of mind numbing paddling, the General spit out his paddle and sat up.

“Well it’s your fault for working so much…” He poorly retorted. “Calm down a minute and think straight. It’ll be cool heads that catch this sicko not you being jealous of my paddling skills.” He smiled humorously at his remark.

Celestia looked at her General, splayed out naked on her bed, his shining silver leg gauntlets and single left shoulder spaulder sitting whimsically at the right bedside. She chuckled a bit, deciding to counter his humor with her own. “Well from what your wife tells me about your ‘paddling’ skills, I’ve no need to worry.”

Duncan’s ears turned back in embarrassment and he looked away, red in the face. “Did you really have to go there?” He said, clearly thrown off by the Princess’s vulgarity. He sometimes forgot that she acted much differently when it was just the two of them together. She chuckled again as Duncan reached for a pack on his left shoulder. Usually it was hidden by his spaulder but now it was in plain view, attached by leather strap to his upper left leg. From it he pulled out a bright yellow lollipop and using both his hooves, rather deftly, he unravel the wrapper and placed the candy in his mouth. Bleh! It was lemon flavored and Duncan hated lemons. Despite this he continued to suckle on it. Duncan's transition away from his smoking addiction had not been seamless. He still needed some cigarette-sized object in his mouth providing him with some flavor in order to feel relaxed. Lying down on his back once more he sighed in relief, placing his right hind leg onto his left one and positioning both forelegs behind his head.

Celestia could not help but intruded. “So… Duncan. Is something wrong?” She asked, taking on a motherly tone. Duncan’s eyes simply rolled a full three hundred sixty degrees.

“No. What makes you think that? Not that I’m prying mind you.” He replied calmly.

“Well it’s just that you usually prefer the right side of my bed. You only take the left side when something’s wrong.” Duncan’s mouth opened in protest. “And don’t try to say otherwise. I haven’t known you this long to not understand your mannerisms.” Her tone was serious, with good reason. When Duncan was worried it meant something bad.

“It’s nothing, really. I’m just pondering troop deployments in my head. It ain’t easy to guard the eastern half of Equestria’s border with a little over three hundred soldiers. Of course I’d have nearly seven hundred if they hadn’t been injured in the Changeling’s invasion of Canterlot. Whose fault is that I wonder?” Duncan gave Celestia a drab look. She knew he was still sore about her allowing Shining Armor to take over two hundred and fifty ponies away from the eastern border to defend Canterlot when it was threatened. The irony was of course that the Changelings had gotten into Equestria from the east and the undermanned defenses, requiring at least six hundred soldiers to be effective, were unable to keep them out after almost sixteen hours of fighting. Though they had taken out a great deal of enemies they’d lost nearly two hundred soldiers in the fighting and the two hundred and fifty Shining had borrowed where also hit in the attack on Canterlot. The east, Duncan’s domain, was now very, very undermanned and weak.

“I know. I know. You needn’t remind me of my blunder Duncan. I’m just glad Twilight had seen threw the ruse of the Queen.” Celestia’s voice was weak and sad, a tone no one but Duncan had ever heard.

The General decided to change the subject. “Speaking of Twilight Sparkle, how is she?” He’d hoped to gladden her up by talking about her favorite student. He failed; she became a little more distraught.

“I haven’t heard from her in over two weeks. I worry for my precious little student.” Her eyes conveyed the sadness in her heart over Twilight’s silence.

“Oh I’m sure she’s fine!” Duncan said, laughing. “It’s Ponyville, remember? It’s so peaceful there that there’s no way something big worth writing about will happen every week! Don’t worry, when things get exciting, she’ll write you the biggest letter yet!” This attempt worked.

“Thank you Duncan, that was sweet. But really. Are you sure you’re ok?” The Princess asked. Duncan nodded; he was lying of course. In reality his thoughts centered around a certain mare that he prayed was not the trouble he pegged her for.

The Princess smiled, falsely sensing truth in his tone. “Alright very well. I suppose that I overreact about you sometimes. But that’s what friends are…” A loud knocking sound from her large golden bedroom door interrupted the Princess. “Come in.” She said, taking on an official tone once more.

A white mare covered in the traditional Royal Guard armor stepped through. Her walk was sheepish and her face down in fear. Duncan and Celestia pegged her as a new recruit almost instantly. “U-Umm… Y-Your Majesty? I have a message to umm… G-Give to you from…” She was sweating severely.

“Well come on. She won’t bite… as far as I know.” Duncan chuckled at the glare shot to him by Celestia. The recruit was dumbstruck that this stallion off to her side was regarding the Princess like that. Where in the world is his cutie mark? She wondered as she stared at his hips to try and catch a glimpse of his mark, hoping it would tip her off with his identify.

She recomposed herself. “Oh! Right! Umm… The guard forces in Manehatten want you to send a high-ranking office to collect the information they have about the attacker that’s been hitting us for the past few weeks.” She gulped after she finished.

“I see.” Celestia replied. “Very well. I will send Captain Armor to Manehatten immediately!”

“Can’t. He has the week off remember?” Duncan added while nudging himself over towards the other side of the bed and reaching for his armaments at its edge.

“Oh right… Drat!” Celestia pondered for a bit and then smiled, turning to Duncan. “How about you go pick them up Duncan?” She said rather coyly.

“Oh sure when I’m just around you insult my aptitudes but when you need me it’s just: Go do this Duncan, pweety please? Alluring smile, wink wink.” He looked up at her frowning as he strapped on the first part of his left foreleg armor. It was custom made into two separate parts so that Duncan could bend the joint right above the hoof with ease.

“Only for you my dearest Duncan.” The Princess smiled at her beloved friend as he strapped on the last leg piece, forgetting herself while an out-of-the-loop recruit stood dumbfounded.

“Very well. I’ll go right now.” Duncan replied as he tightened the strap that held his spaulder in place. He walked towards the door quickly to avoid the recruit, she’d be asking him questions he just knew it.

“Duncan.” Celestia called before Duncan was halfway out the door. “Are you positive nothing’s wrong?”

Duncan smiled cockily. “Celeste darling everything’s fine. Even if things weren’t it’d be ok. It’ not like that stuff can get to you here. I mean what are they gonna do? Set the place on fire?”

Dusty Broom’s insides were on fire. She’d never felt pleasure like this before; it was ecstatic! All her other marefriends were good but as she looked down at the purple mare feasting like a beast on her precious marehood, she could only cry out in ecstasy.

“Al…Almost… there… come on! Do me you dirty whore!” She loved dirty talk during sex; it made the experience ten times better. Finally the lapping mare knew that she wanted badly so, being merciful and totally not sadistic, she jammed her tongue into the folds of Dusty Broom’s cunt causing a ripple the mare could resist. “Oh YES! I-I’m c-c-c…” She didn’t even finish. Her sex’s juices spilled out over the mare’s face and mouth, shoving the sticky love juice down her throat as she swallowed each blast. After Broom’s convulsing was done the eating mare climbed up to look the Canterlot maid in the face, her own covered in her juices.

“So how was it love?” Creativity asked sweetly.

“It…It was amazing Ebony.” The maid said after many hard breathes.

“Glad you liked it.” Creativity seductively pulled Broom in for a hot kiss. Broom loved it, tasting herself in Creativity’s mouth. After over a minute of smooching Creativity broke off. “So you think you’ll be able to get my papers through so I could be on Celestia’s personal maid staff with you?” Broom nodded. “Good. Thanks so much love.” The fragment stated as she nuzzled her partner once last time and got up to leave. “Until next time.” Creativity winked and walked out of the supply closet.

Steadfast’s disgusted grimace did not change as he turned his head to see his master walk out, covered in mare sex juice. “Do I really need to stand her and keep guard while you go on various misadventures? Sorry if I don’t seem really glad about two mares doing it in the room behind me it’s just that I have some decency.”

“Oh shut up.” Creativity retorted. “Look on the bright side: it wasn’t a stallion this time.” Steadfast’s head went back a little. It was true; having to guard the door while he heard Creativity getting mounted hard by some random guard stallion was not his favorite memory to repeat. Creativity tilted her head to the left, signaling that they were leaving. As they began to trot down the halls began Steadfast felt guilty.

“I’m sorry Spring its just… well I didn’t you swung… you know… both ways.” Steadfast’s face reddened with blush by the end.

“What are you talking about? I don’t prefer anyone. I’m asexual my dear Steadfast.” Steadfast’s head went back at this remark.

“What? But you… Even you cried out in pleasure when you two were… umm… doing it. Not only that but I think you came too!” Steadfast retorted back.

Creativity’s head swung back and forth in disappointment. “Steadfast the body is simply a machine. And like a machine it responds to activation stimuli. Even if your conscious mind is asexual your body can become aroused. The body’s a machine, pure and simple. The only thing that matters is the mind. Everything else is transparent, there to sustain and transport your mind. In fact the only good thing sex brings is procreation, and some stress release if need be. Actually Steadfast if you ever needed ‘stress release’, I’d be happy to help.” Creativity had stated this rather smugly, lifting her tail at the last part to show her wet cunt.

“That’s rather cruel and calculating.” Steadfast replied, totally skipping over that last bit because he really didn’t want to go there with her.

“Ha! Who do you think your talking to my friend? Geez it’s like you don’t even know me.” Creativity shook her head. “Heh heh. Oh, turn down here Steadfast. I need a shower.” The guard did as he was told and followed his master.

Canterlot Palace was an old place, really old. With so little room to expand, being on the side of a mountain and all, the expansion of some sections over time had to be postponed. One such section was the work staff shower rooms. Because ponies have no sense of nudity it was open to both genders and as one could imagine this can cause some issues, least of all was actual legroom, the palace staff had been twenty times smaller when the castle was built and though the staff grew the showers had only been expanded once. Creativity and Steadfast emerged from the locker room with towels thrown around their necks.

“I don’t think it’s such a bad name Steadfast. I mean look at the bright side; the initials could have been switched. I bet you’d love waltzing around with the initials B.S.” Creativity chuckled a bit at the stallion’s dislike of the second part of his name.

“Oh yes it’d be grand!” The stallion replied sarcastically. He hated it when Creativity gave her two sense about his life. Even so, Steadfast liked talking with Creativity. Despite what one might think she was an above-average listener and, when necessary, gave great insight or encouragement. She might have a bomb strapped to his neck, but Steadfast felt like he was the world to her whenever they talked, and it was time to repay the favor.

The shower room was empty, which made sense seeing how it was the middle of the day. The pair threw their towels onto a bench and stepped into the nearest shower together. Steadfast blushed, as he’d done the other times, as Creativity nonchalantly followed him into the open shower (She had a bad sense of personal space). With the turn of a lever warm water poured from the shower’s nozzle, wetting the two instantly. As Steadfast rustled shampoo into his mane he took this moment to act. “So…” He began. “After you get Twilight’s body, then what?” He actually was genuinely interested in this topic.

Creativity pondered her answer as she dunked her head under the nozzle to get out her shampoo. Flipping her mane back as she brought her head up she smiled. “What will I do? I’m not sure. What does one do with life? I’ve never experienced anything outside of Twilight’s memories and my short two weeks of life. First I guess I'll pay Trixie a visit, reconcile with her, and maybe have sex, who knows?” She chuckled at bit. She knew all to well that Trixie might not even be alive when she becomes the Alpha Twilight.

“Trixie? That stage mare that acted real snobbish and boasted a lot? Why would you want to make up with her?” Steadfast could never understand Creativity’s motives.

Creativity began lathering soap all over her wet body, making sure to get in every crevice (Steadfast had to cross his legs to hide a hardening private). “Because Steadfast: to let the past guide you is foolish. You must always look towards the future, to new and creative discoveries. If you don’t you get trapped by idiotic traditions that only hold back true progress. I will not be held back.” With the soap all lathered up Creativity proceeded to wash it off, she made sure to close her eyes to avoid water seeping in.

“I guess that makes sense.” Steadfast was also washing off the soap from his body. “Let’s hope your sister gets all the fragments together before the Elements of Harmony get involved, or worse: Princess Celestia.”

Creativity’s eyes shot open and her pupils shrank. “W-What do you mean?” She asked, trying to keep her confident tone.

“Well it’s just, I don’t know… It seems like your plans could be stopped pretty quickly if Logic used the Elements of Harmony. I mean come on they beat Nightmare Moon AND Discord. They both had godlike power. And even still, if she simply told the Princess you’d have nowhere to hide, especially here in Canterlot.” Steadfast was nonchalant, not realizing the full extent of what he’d just said. Creativity on the other hand was quite shaken. Steadfast was right! The Elements of Harmony could stop any plan she had in a heartbeat, and it was only Twilight’s fear of disappointing her mentor that kept Logic from simply telling the Princess what happened. All it would take was the swallowing of pride and a single letter and everything was over. Creativity twitched, was her plan really that fragile? Could it really be over like that?! No… No it can’t be. She wouldn’t allow it.
“Hey Spring you coming?” Creativity’s head jolted up from its down position. Steadfast was at the entrance to their shower, looking at her.

“I-I… I need to take another shower.” Those were the only words that came out. Creativity grabbed the shampoo and started to begin cleaning herself again. Steadfast was confused at first but soon a thought came to his mind: you get to watch Creativity bathe again. Cheeks reddened with blush, Steadfast walked over to his showerhead and pretended to do things as he watched his beautiful master shower again. He felt perverted and knew the right thing to do was leave, but the hardening flesh between his legs provided a strong protest.

The legs of the little dragon Spike had once again carried him across the stretch of land between Rarity’s boutique and Twilight’s library. Finally reaching the library door he flung it open with a thwack, not watching his dragon’s strength on the count that his attention was glued to his wrist. The gauntlet Logic had given him was amazing; he’d never seen an emerald like the one nestled into it. Spike wondered what it could do, the temptation was overbearing. Luckily he knew all too well that Logic would give him a stern talking to if he played with it so he turned his attention to his chores.

Cleaning the library was no easy feat, but Spike had become a master at it. In no less than half an hour he’d cleaned all but Logic’s personal work desk. The fragment usually kept it in a very orderly fashion but she had to rush today to help Rarity with the…umm… dress? Spike smiled, knowing Logic would be so happy if he cleaned it for her. It didn’t take long, just some stacking there and putting away over here. Very simple, until Spike got to the bottom of the stack, where a plain reddish brown notebook lay. It was worn and other that an old insignia on the front, a triangular shield that was equally cut into symmetrical parts down the middle, its cover was blank. Unlike with his new jewelry, Spike’s curiosity could not be sated. He jumped into the desk chair and opened the notebook. Big surprise: it was filled with notes… Logic’s notes. Spike began to read the texts, despite a moral protest. Inside were details on building capture devices and how they worked, Logic’s experiences with having a body, basic information about fragments in general, Logic’s thoughts on Twilight’s friends, a pretty drawing of Rarity and Spike together, and some cupcake recipes (with a rather witty poem dedicated to the confectionary treat towards the end). The next part is what caught Spike’s eye. It read as follows:

After almost two week I am finally able to ascertain how many fragments escaped Twilight Sparkle’s mind. It seems that there are thirty-five of us. Thirty-five Twilights from one. This is a good sign considering we now have twenty captured. There would have been forty-two of us, but Twilight’s mind finally reacted to the fragmentation, sealing itself off and protecting any remaining psyche of our mother. Huh, it would have been interesting if there had been forty-two, considering ponies believe forty-two to be the number of life and the universe. A foolish notion. Numbers are artificial constructs, meant only to give order to the chaos of our existence. There is no such thing as a universal number. Only a fool would believe in such a thing. Besides, if there were a number of the universe, which there is not, anyone that used 11% of his or her brain would know that it is…

Spike’s head tilted back as the next part of the sentence was blocked out by blackness. The page looked as if had been burned, restored, then burned again for added effect. Spike saw a star next to the blackness and spotted another towards the bottom.

*Addendum: do not write universal number down when thinking of it as universal number. The consequences of doing so are… problematic.

Spike shook his head and continued to the next page, which held a large chart on it. Finally feeling like he hit the jackpot, Spike continued to read.

Below is a chart of all the fragments that have escaped. I have made sure to detail whether they have been captured or not, for future reference. I am still trying to piece together how these emotions and mindsets escaped when others did not. I will review notes and compile a theory next moment I have the time. As for the fragments they are as follows:

#1: Memory, Status: Deceased. Addendum: It appears that the memories that we fragments posses are not natural. It is only because of Memory magically sacrificing herself and transferring the memories to her sisters that we are not running around with any knowledge at all. May she rest in peace. #2: Logic, Status: Assisting. #3: Anger, Status: Gratis. #4: Generosity, Status: Captured. #5: Greed, Status: Captured. #6: Stupidity, Status: Captured. #7: Happiness, Status: Captured. #8: Sadness, Status: Captured. #9: Paranoia, Status: Gratis. #10: Outgoing, Status: Gratis. #11: Gluttony, Status: Captured. #12: Courage, Status: Captured. #13: Fear, Status: Captured. #14: Hysteria, Status: Captured. #15: Curiosity, Status: Assisting. #16: Creativity, Status: Hostile. #17: Honesty, Status: Captured. #18: Deceit, Status: Hostile. #19: Humor, Status: Captured. #20: Solemn, Status: Captured. #21: Kindness, Status: Captured. #22: Bigotry, Status: Captured. #23: Testosterone, Status: Captured. #24: Loyalty, Status: Captured. #25: Betrayal, Status: Gratis #26: Morality, Status: Gratis. #27: Hope, Status: Gratis. #28: Athletics, Status: Captured. #29: Friendship, Status: Captured. #30: Misanthrope, Status: Captured. #31: Respect, Status: Gratis. #32: Insomnia, Status: Captured. #33: Excitement, Status: Gratis. #34: Determination, Status: Gratis. #35:….

The page was burnt because of Logic’s earlier mistake; it couldn’t be read. Spike groaned in frustration and closed the book; the chart had been the last thing. Placing the book in a cozy little spot on the desk, the little dragon left to get something to eat. He knew that not knowing that last fragment was going to bug him to no end.

Miles away in Canterlot Creativity and Steadfast walked into the shower locker room. Creativity was certain that the Elements and the Princess would need to be taken out of the picture, but how? As her thoughts shifted about she noticed the headline of a newspaper on a bench.

“Oh no. Oh no, Oh no, Oh no!” She cried as she read the details closely. “She got out too?! Dammit! Of all the… WHY?!” Creativity crumbled up the paper angrily.

Steadfast took a step forward, shocked. “Wait. You know whose behind the attacks?!” His face was stern, thinking Creativity had a hand in these attacks somehow.

The fragment grumbled. “Know her? I’m related to her!”

The night air was brisk and moist with dew. Magical street lamps lighted the dark streets of Manehatten, though no one was actually walking on them. Four armored stallions racing down the street broke the night silence. The two unicorns and two pegasi bolted into a dark alleyway, glad they had received the tip off from a passerby. Coming to a stop they stood tall against the scene before them. A stallion was on his back unconscious, a dark figure in the shape of a mare leaning against his own.

One of the guards finally spoke. “Halt! In the name of her royal majesty Princess Celestia!” Despite a strong voice and sturdy demeanor, this stallion was a bit frightened. This mare had attacked many ponies here in Manehattan successfully and that was unnerving. Also the smell didn’t help… What was that smell? Was that… semen?

The mare rose from her down position into a standing one, a creepy, pearly white smile plastered on her face and her eyes closed. When she reached her full standing position her eyes popped open, revealing the hot pink pupils behind them. “Halt?” She cooed. “That’s not a very relative order if I’m standing still, don’t you agree?” She chuckled a bit.

“You are under arrest for the rape of this stallion here and the other forty-eight you’ve assaulted.” The Unicorn Captain said, lighting his horn. “Step into the light and offer no resistance! We will use force!”

The mare walked into the light nonchalantly, revealing her purple fur and dark purple mane with a reddish stripe. Her chuckling continued. “Ok lets set thinks straight, that stallion wanted me to have sex with him. No rape involved my good sirs.” She replied.

“Even still you will be arrest for the other forty-eight attacks. And now that we know you rape your victims you're going to be stopped.” The Captain stated.

Lust laughed. “Ahaha! Sorry but those weren’t me. I’ve haven’t had sex with that many ponies… yet. Besides, rape is so cliché. I prefer willing participates, it’s much more fun.” Lust smiled innocently.

“I do not believe you. Guards, take her in.” Snarled the Captain.

“HA! You think you can catch me?” Lust responded.

“Well.” The Captain chuckled. “Aren’t we a bit cocky?”

Lust looked shocked. “Me? Cocky? No I’m not cocky.” She looked over to the stallion and back. “I was a few minutes ago. Oh yes. So very full of… ‘Cocky’.” She smiled as she reminisced.

The Captain grunted. “Get her.”

The three other guards charged Lust, who teleported instantly and caused them to slam into each other. A pink flash coming form the rooftops, the Captain looked over fast enough to see Lust waving them goodbye before she disappeared over the rooftops.

The Captain turned to his men. “Pull yourselves together! We have to catch her! Swift Storm, Thunder Blitz! Fly over the rooftops and stay on her! Willow Wisp and I will be up shortly.” The pegasi saluted and flew over the rooftops in pursuit of Lust.

The fragment in question was dashing about the rooftops, smiling to herself. “Well that was easy. Too bad I couldn’t get some action with them, they were my kinda size!” Just then the two pegasi landed in her path. Lust grinded to a halt and turned around to flee, only to be met by the unicorns. Looking between the two advancing groups Lust knew there was one option. “Hey guys, come on. We can settle this like mature, grown-up adults. So… who wants a sex orgy?” All four stallions took a hard step forward in aggression. Lust sighed. “No one ever picks the sex orgy.” The fragment teleported once again as magic blasts struck her location. A pink spark appeared some ways away at one of Manehatten’s parks. The stallions nodded to each other and raced off.

Running along the park path they came to a rest stop occupied by only one other: a pony sitting on a bench reading a newspaper that covered their whole face. The Captain half closed his eyes in disappointment. Strolling over he moved the paper out of his line of sight to reveal Lust. “Really?” He asked.

“What? It worked in the Daring Do books.” With that Lust used her limber body, obtained through massive amounts of sexual intercourse, to hop over the back of the bench and send it flying forward with magic, sending the Captain and Thunder Blitz flying back. The other two charged her and this is when Lust prepared her ultimate attack. Love spells were easy, no matter what some would tell you. You just need the right mixture of magic to manipulate the pony's hormones and… whoa.

“I might have overdone it.” Lust admitted. The two guards had been blasted back by the force of Lust’s spell. When they came to the pegasus guard spotted a lamppost and started to furiously hump it. I mean really, he was going to town on this thing. The unicorn had awoken to the sight of his captain and was now trying very hard to kiss and make love to him. The Captain was holding him back shouting orders. “Hmmm… I should really learn to focus more so I don’t do stuff like this. I mean I still think it’s hot as hell and if you guys weren’t chasing me I’d masturbate unendingly to this but that’s not the case so I gotta go! Bye.” The fragment sprinted away.

“Oh no you don’t!” The other pegasus guard, Swift Storm, had gotten up and chased after Lust, his captaining screaming a warning to him.

Swift Storm found himself down another dark alleyway. He spotted Lust. “Hold it right there!” He shouted.

“Alright, alright. You got me.” Lust said, putting her hooves in the air.

Swift Storm walked up to her. “You’re damn right I did! Now you’re coming with me you… hmpft!” Lust had cut the guard off by smacking her lips to his, invading his mouth with her tongue. The two simply stood their, tongue intertwined. Swift Storm couldn’t believe this! Was this really happening? Swift Storm was still a virgin, hell he’d never even kissed a mare before. She was so soft, so gentle, so cute. The stallion wrapped his arms around Lust’s waist, basic male instincts taking over.

The Captain had subdued the other two guards and now raced to help Swift Storm. Following the hoof prints he turned down an alley to find Swift Storm, on the ground, unarmored, and smelling of sweet lovemaking. The Captain stared, mouth agape. “What?” The stallion replied. “She was very persuasive.” The Captain smacked his hoof to his face.

Even in the dead of night Canterlot Castle brimmed with lights and activity. In the servants quarters Creativity was hastily packing some things into a traveling bag. Steadfast stood on the sidelines watching her frantic pace.

“Ok so you understand the instructions I gave you yes?” Steadfast nodded at Creativity’s question. The fragment nodded. “Ok good. Now I may be gone for a day or two so don’t worry, just act normal until I return. After that we can start to plan the next phase.” The fragment lost herself in thought again.

Steadfast couldn’t help himself anymore. “Creativity what’s all this about? Where are you going?” The recruit didn’t like being kept in the dark like this.

“Simple my dear Steadfast. I’m going to deal with our Elements of Harmony problem. Plain and simple. After that we can deal with the Princess.” Creativity placed the bag on her back with magic and began to walk out.

Steadfast called to her. “Deal with the Elements? How the world are you gonna do that?”

There was a long silence. Creativity kept herself turned away from Steadfast. The stallion became unnerved. Then, slowly, Creativity turned her head, revealing a smile. It wasn’t just any smile however; it was a satanic smile that requested that blood be spilt and nothing less.

“Why Steadfast, in the traditional manner of course.”