Rarity’s lips left a red mark on Coco Pommel’s bellybutton, and Rarity smiled at the sight. It felt good to be in a red lipstick mood, it had been far too long. Rarity went down and left similar markings on Coco’s stomach and chest, the sweet mare squirming and moaning at Rarity’s touch as they laid together amongst the sheets of Rarity’s bedchamber.

“How do you feel, doll?” Rarity asked, tracing her finger underneath Coco’s chin. She didn’t need to ask of course, but it always felt oh so good to hear the praise Rarity so rightfully deserved from her thralls’ lips.

“Amazing,” Coco moaned. “You’re amazi—”

“Trains are amazing, Coco,” Rarity put a finger to Coco’s lips. “Castles and spires, princesses and alicorns, those are amazing. Don’t you sully me with such pedestrian language.” Rarity leaned in and graced Coco’s neck with her fangs; she didn’t quite dig in, just a little taste against Coco’s skin as she whimpered in pleasure. “Now tell me again, how do you feel?”

“I-I—”

“Mm?” Rarity drew herself up, watching in pitying awe as Coco tried to find her words. It was adorable how helpless she was. “Honestly, Coco, you—”

A knock at the door interrupted Rarity’s thoughts and her mood immediately soured, a glower washing over her face as she silently removed herself from Coco and the bed, grabbing a robe in her magic and putting it on before answering the door with the thinnest of feigned smiles.

“Flim,” Rarity said to the pale, thin werewolf man dressed in a tacky suit with an even tackier mane of red and white hair standing before her, “or are you Flam? I can never remember which has the mustache.”

“I’m Flim, madame,” Flim bowed his head in mock-politeness and Rarity hummed.

Drat, she thought. She meant to get the name wrong on purpose but she actually couldn’t remember which was which.

“You brother is more handsome,” Rarity said to the mustache-less wolf, “though not by much. Like comparing a garbage bin to a pile of garbage.”

“I’ll tell him that high praise,” Flim said, Rarity humming in feigned interest.

“I heard it myself!” Flam said, sticking his head out from behind Flim, and how anyone could hide behind a stick-thin man like Flim was beyond Rarity, but practically the only difference in the two men was Flam had a mustache so for him it wasn’t exactly a grand feat.

“Ah, good, you heard it yourself, excellent,” Flim nodded, self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“So,” Rarity said and crossed her arms, her patience wearing thin. “What can I do for you two? Or rather, why are you bothering me? I have an important guest waiting on m—”

“No, it’s just Coco,” Flim said, poking his head into Rarity’s chambers, Rarity forcefully shoving him out.

“Have you no manners?!” Rarity balked.

“What’s the problem?” Flam asked, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “It’s just Coco.”

“I gave you two free run of my home,” Rarity said, batting her hand in disgust, “specifically on the condition that you stay out of my bedchambers. That includes your weaselly little heads too!”

“We’re wolves,” Flim helpfully pointed out.

“Not weasels,” Flam even more helpfully added.

“What do you want,” Rarity said through gritted teeth.

“We heard through the grapevine about your plans to acquire a pony soul,” Flim said with a mischievous grin.

“We want in!” Flam added with a sinister smirk. “It sure would be a shame if our glorious Empress learned that you were planning on hoarding power without her direct approval!”

“She doesn’t have eyes everywhere,” Rarity said, leaning against the doorframe of her chambers and arching an eyebrow, confident smirk on her blood red lips. “Does she?”

It infuriated her to no end that neither of these men were affected whatsoever by her seduction techniques, but she supposed that was the entire reason why they were chosen to watch her for the Empress.

That didn’t mean they were immune to persuasion though.

“Why, madame Rarity!” Flim gasped, holding a claw to his chest in pretend shock.

“Are you suggesting some kind of under the table deal?!” Flam said aghast. He was the better actor of the two, for certain.

“Me? I’d never,” Rarity said sweetly. “All I’m suggesting is that the three of us can all benefit by working together. That’s just good business, isn’t it?”

“We can’t split a soul three ways, now can we, Rarity?” Flim said shortly, rubbing his claws together.

“Madame Rarity,” Flam politely added.

“Madame Rarity,” Flim corrected.

“No, we can’t,” Rarity said, “but I know the two of you are men of simple pleasure, and I can provide some decent labor for your endeavors. If you keep our little secret between us, I can give you Autumn Blaze and Coloratura.”

Seemed a waste to hand over such beautiful women to these rats, but the soul was more valuable than anything, and there was almost nothing in the world Rarity wouldn’t give up in order to get her hands on it.

“Rarity, please,” Flim scoffed, flicking his claws at her. If killing him didn’t guarantee bringing the wrath of the Empress down on Rarity’s head, she would’ve ripped those fingers clean off. “Autumn Blaze and Coloratura? Mere chattel.”

“We could never even control the salamander, quite frankly,” Flam added, shaking his head dismissively. “And the siren girl? Ugh, could you imagine? Getting her to do the work without hearing her whine the whole time would be more trouble than doing the work yourself!”

“Do you two have something else in mind?” Rarity asked, and she forced herself to commit to her pleasant, polite demeanor with an agitated smile. “Because you know, whatever I have, I’m willing to offer you. I do want us both to benefit from this deal, of course!”

“Applejack,” Flim said, bloodthirsty glint in his eye.

“We want Applejack,” Flam repeated, sadistic gleam shimmering across his bared fangs.

“You want Applejack?” Rarity laughed. “I promise you, the two of you would have been far better off with Coloratura and Autumn Blaze. If you think you can’t control them, but you can control Applejack? I certainly don’t envy your intelligence.”

The brothers didn’t seem terribly amused, but she certainly was. She would sooner cast her own body to a pit of festering rats, such was the level of waste that they were suggesting.

Give them Applejack. Give them Applejack!

“Oh well,” Rarity shrugged. “If Applejack is what you want,” Rarity stood proudly and looked the brothers in the eye as she lied through her teeth, “then Applejack is what you will get.”

i realized while writing this chapter that writing male characters is alot more difficult to me than writing women cuz i just?? don't like them as much lmao. which is why i'm pretty sure u will always be able to count the number of male characters who matter in this story on ur hands

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