It was near impossible for Applejack to tear her eyes away from Autumn Blaze’s hips as they swayed back and forth while she did a cute dance in front of the massive stone gate that Applejack and her friends were waiting in front of.

Left, right, left, right; they were mesmerizing. Granted, there was nothing else to focus on, as the gate stood unmoving and the dreary brick and stone and dirt of the surrounding cliffs didn’t do much to grab Applejack’s attention. Even if they did though, there was hardly a sight Applejack’d rather be looking at than a hot girl doing a cute dance.

“How are you feeling, Applejack?” Coloratura asked, gently putting her hand on Applejack’s forearm before quickly getting it brushed off by the surprised werewolf.

“How do you think she’s feeling, Rara?” Autumn Blaze laughed, elbowing Applejack in the side, and Applejack clicked her tongue and tried not to take offense at Autumn thinking she knew what was going on in Applejack’s mind. Applejack knowing that Autumn did know exactly what was on her mind didn’t help.

“It’s fine,” Applejack said with a rough sigh. It was hard not to grind her teeth against each other until they cracked, but she’d manage some measure of decorum. “I’ll be fine. Thank you, Rara, for yer concern.”

“Aaaaand?” Autumn Blaze leaned in and batted her eyelashes.

“And thank you Autumn Blaze,” Applejack chuckled and wrapped her arm around Autumn’s head and caught her in a chokehold, the heat of the salamander’s flames not meaning a dang thing to Applejack’s magic resistance, “for doin’ that cute dance and givin’ me an eyeful of those hips.”

“It was a pretty cute dance,” Coloratura chuckled coyly, putting a hand up to her lips.

“I live to please,” Autumn slipped out of Applejack’s hold and gave the girls a bright smile and an infectious giggle, a sound that rang in Applejack’s ears like a soothing clear bell. Applejack had half a mind to pin her cute ass against the wall and just—

No, never mind that. Applejack took in a deep breath and refocused. She couldn’t afford to get distracted; not by hot women, and not by trying to make ‘friends’ with her colleagues. She needed to have a one-track mind, laser focused on getting her revenge.

Applejack’s ears flicked up at the sound of a hideous rumbling; the gates were opening. Finally.

The gates moved open slowly, opening out as Applejack and her girls cleared the way. They were expecting to see a vassal or servant monster of some kind on the other side, but the audible gasps from Autumn and Coloratura clued Applejack in that they were as shocked as she was, even if she at least was able to keep her poker face.

It wasn’t a servant; it was the Boss of the First Circle.

An ivory vampire mare with impressive curls of purple hair, dressed in barely more than a red slingsuit. Applejack couldn’t help her whole face turning red at just how much of the vampire’s body was bared, but Applejack knew that was par for the course with vampires; never revealing themselves until they’re sure they can get you under their spell.

“Hello, darlings,” Rarity said, licking her lips as she laid her eyes upon Applejack and the girls. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“Of course not, Lady Rarity,” Coloratura said sweetly, taking the hem of her dress in each hand and curtsying.

“Actually, it was a pretty long time,” Autumn hummed, sauntering over to Rarity and flashing her a charming grin. “The least you could do is offer us a little consolation.”

“Well, if you insist,” Rarity planted a kiss on Autumn’s cheek, and Applejack could practically see steam coming out Autumn’s ears. “But if you keep acting so cute, I may have to teach you a lesson. In my private chambers.”

“I’ll uh, keep that in mind,” Autumn said, her head obviously spinning and her cheeks tinted bright pink.

“And what about you, Coloratura?”

Rarity’s eyes glistened as they locked onto Coloratura, the siren looking away bashfully and trying to hide behind Applejack, but Applejack jumped at her touch and scurried away from her, instinctively pushing Coloratura forward toward Rarity for good measure.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Rarity whispered softly in Coloratura’s ears as she approached, smoothly working her way behind Coloratura and gently placing her hands over the siren’s. “Why are you acting so shy?”

“L-Lady Rarity, I—I couldn’t,” Coloratura bit her lip as Rarity held her hands behind her back, pulling her into Rarity’s embrace. “I—in front of—”

“Shhh,” Rarity said, the vampire baring her fangs on Coloratura’s exposed neck, “just let Lady Rarity do all the—”

Applejack’s hand firmly grasping Rarity’s shoulder yanked Rarity out of her moment, but not as hard as Applejack tugging on Rarity to physically remove her from Coloratura.

“Applejack, sweetheart, please,” Rarity chuckled and moved her hand to reach out for Coloratura’s shoulder, the siren still in a daze from whatever mojo Rarity was working over on her. “Wait your turn.”

“I’m done waitin’, Rarity,” Applejack said gruffly, forcibly turning Rarity away from Coloratura to face Applejack instead. “Yer the one who called us, and I wanna know why. Now.”

“Bossy, bossy,” Rarity harrumphed, coiling a strand of hair around her finger and looking completely unimpressed. “You’re never going to attract the ladies with that kind of attitude, Applejack.”

“Rarity.”

“Hmph,” Rarity huffed and rolled her eyes. Applejack was eternally infuriated how a woman could act so childish and yet landed herself in a position where she wielded power over every single monster in the First Circle. “You’ve never been any fun, Applejack.

“But fine, since you insist so rudely on hurrying things along, how about the three of you come to my castle, and I’ll explain everything there? I only came out this far to greet you out of politeness, but being around all this dirt and filth makes me itch.”

“Fine,” Applejack growled, “let’s just get this over with.”

“Ever the impatient one, I see,” Rarity chirped.

As Rarity walked past Coloratura and Autumn Blaze to head for the gate, the two women attached themselves like remoras to Rarity’s arms. Whether they were genuinely that thirsty for Rarity, or the vampire just had ‘em both under her spell, Applejack had no clue.

Didn’t matter either way; Applejack wasn’t their keeper and it wasn’t her place to tell ‘em what to do, even if she knew for damn certain that Rarity was bad news.

She couldn’t deny though, it was frustrating to see Rarity wrap Applejack’s colleagues around her finger so easily.

“Honestly, Applejack,” Rarity clicked her tongue as Applejack followed her through the gate. “You will never have a satisfying life if you don’t make time for life’s simple pleasures.” Rarity scratched her finger under a purring Coloratura’s chin, before running her other hand through the fluffy mane of Autumn Blaze. “Like women, for example.

“You’re telling me you spend all of your time with these beauties, and yet they still coo and fawn all over me? You must not be treating them right, dear Applejack!”

Applejack sighed and grit her teeth. It’d be a long walk to Rarity’s castle.

Calling Rarity’s place a ‘castle’ was being awfully charitable on her part. Applejack couldn’t help letting a groan escape her lips as she crossed through the door into the large building that had been crafted as a theater, but had been unjustly stolen by Rarity so she could use it to stroke her own ego.

Rarity sat on a makeshift stone throne on the theater stage that she had crafted ‘herself’, which of course meant she hypnotized monsters with real skills to craft it for her, and Autumn Blaze was seated on Rarity’s lap, getting scritches under her chin as Rarity hummed a soft tune in her ear, Coloratura content to sit on her knees at Rarity’s hooves.

Applejack couldn’t help but think it was a pitiful display, for these two women to just let themselves be used as Rarity’s playthings, to be discarded whenever Rarity got bored or found someone else. And while Applejack didn’t feel like she could say as much to Rara and Autumn, she at least didn’t have to just stand there and watch this.

“Rarity,” Applejack growled, arms crossed and foot tapping against the stone floor of Rarity’s ‘castle’, which was still just as filthy as anywhere else in the Underworld so Applejack didn’t know what made this place so damn special to her. “I’m tired of waitin’.”

“Applejack,” Coloratura stood up and walked over and put her hands on Applejack’s arm, and while Applejack had the instinct to push her away, it was a welcome relief to see someone paying attention to her, or even just anyone but Rarity. “Rarity isn’t used to the rough climate of the First Circle like we are. She must be tired from making the trip to the gate and back, just give her some—”

“I’m tired,” Applejack snapped at Coloratura, baring her fangs and growling, “of waitin’.”

Coloratura’s eyes widened and she took a step back, her posture shrinking in on herself. Applejack realized she crossed a line that she shouldn’t’ve, and she wanted to say something to make it right.

But she didn’t.

“You grumpy cuz Rarity’s sucking up all the limelight, AJ?” Autumn Blaze giggled, a piercing shrill noise that drilled right through Applejack’s ears.

“Ladies, please,” Rarity chuckled softly, locking eyes with Applejack. “Our dear Applejack has paid her dues of patience, I suppose, so I shall indulge her. Fine, Applejack, since you have neither the wit nor the imagination to know what you already should, I will tell you what I need from you.

“I need the pony soul,” Rarity licked her lips and crossed one leg over the other, a chill running down Applejack’s spine. “And you three are going to deliver it to me.”

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