Author's Notes:

—Takes place sometime between CRISIS: Equestria - Chapter 40 and Epilogue—

Havocwing Artwork

“If you think that’s bad, Havoc was practically drooling all over Elusive the whole-- ow!” Velvet yelped as Havocwing smacked her in the back of the head. “Havoc!”

“Shut up, sis, geez!” Havocwing spat, embarrassed.

“Which one’s… Elusive?” Rarity asked.

Velvet chortled. “You, duh. Rarity and Elusive? Pretty obvious I think.”

Rarity stared at Havocwing for a good, long moment, while Havocwing tried not to meet her gaze and turned redder than usual. “This is… most odd. Let’s change the subject, shall we?”

Havocwing woke up that morning with a single thought in her mind: today was the day. She wasn’t going to putz around any more; she was going to do it. For real. Nothing was going to stop her, because nothing ever stopped her from doing whatever she set her mind to. She was a bad-ass to the core!

So she got out of bed, stretched her wings, pumped herself up with a quick morning workout and a light breakfast, then headed into the bathroom to get herself ready. She'd gathered a few tips from Rarity—multiple Raritys, in fact—to know what she was doing and how to get do this just right.

Brushing her teeth was the most important of course, since bad breath would absolutely ruin any chance she had; she'd even picked out the cinnamon flavored stuff, having it on good authority it would add a few points. She made sure that she was all washed up and that she smelled her best, from the top of her mane to the tip of her tail; a little jasmine, apparently, went a long a way. She even styled everything just right as best as she could with her short mane smoothed back and her short tail brushed so it was silky smooth; the butch style wasn't important as long as it looked tidy and clean.

Yeah, Havoc thought as she checked herself out in the mirror, that’ll do just nicely. I look hot as hell.

Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she left her hotel room—Ponyville’s hotel was surprisingly roomy and vacant—and walked a few doors down the hall to Curaçao’s, gave it a brief knock, and waited. Curaçao didn’t keep her waiting, but seemed surprised to see her.

“Ah… 'Avoc?” Curaçao said, blinking and looking out into the hall as if expecting more ponies to be present. “Zis is a surprise, oui? Nopony else is ‘ere wiz you?”

“Nope, just me, sis,” Havoc scoffed. “Good morning to you too, by the way.”

“Ah, yes, bonjour indeed, pardonne-moi. You just surprised me, is all. I’m… not used to being surprised by anyzing. What can I do for you zis lovely morning?”

“Well, first, can I come in so we’re not talking out here in the hall? Sheesh, I give you one little surprise and you suddenly forget all your manners. Rude?”

Curaçao coughed into her hoof and nodded. “Oui, of course, come in.” She stepped aside and allowed Havoc to enter the room, then closed the door behind them. “So, to what do I owe zee pleasure of zis early morning visit, hmm? You look razer dashing, by zee way. And is zat... jasmine I smell? What is zee occasion?”

Havoc took a breath, then steeled herself for any potential ridicule and asked, “How do I get a stallion to notice me?” Straightforward and to the point, like everything she did. No wasting time with subtle wordplay for her, no sir.

Curaçao was given a clear pause by the question and blinked several times. “Ah… pardon? Say again?”

“You heard me, sis. How do I get a stallion to notice me? And not just any stallion, but the kind that you’d be into? A fancy stallion, I mean. Yeah, how do I get a real high-class prettycolt dude that would normally be into a fancy chick like you to notice a mare like me? Because I'm... pretty much the opposite of fancy.”

Curaçao paused again, then shook her head. “I am confused. Zis… zis is all completely out of nowhere, and you ‘ave no idea ‘ow odd it is zat I was not prepared for zis. So, zere is a stallion, a ‘fancy’ one zat you are trying to attract? I mean, a specific one? And you actually want to try and attract ‘is attention, not just oggle ‘im from afar as you usually do?”

Havoc rolled her eyes. “Holy shit, yes. C’mon, Curie, you’re supposed to be the smart one. I came to you because you’re good with stallions and stuff and you’re the only one I trust to give me good advice, and we’re totally into the same type of guys.”

“Ah, I am not so sure—”

"Oh, don't to play humble with me. I see all kinds of dudes hitting on you but you turn 'em all down, so you've clearly got super high standards like I do," Havoc said with a grin. "That's why I came to you, not Red. I'd ask her to give me some pointers, but she’s a cock-hungry slut and this guy I'm into is definitely not into that kind of mare. He’s got some class and panache, y’know?”

Curaçao chuckled into her hoof. “Ahaha, oui, but I do not zink our sister would appreciate you talking about ‘er in such a vulgar fashion, non?”

“Bullshit. She’d be the first mare in the world to say she’s a cock-hungry slut, especially if stallions are nearby that might be interested in an easy mare like that, of which I’m sure there are plenty. I mean, we’ve only been in this world for a week and she’s fucked like eight different dudes—”

“Zee number is actually… much smaller zan zat,” Curaçao noted.

“What, like six? Five?”

“More like one.”

Havoc was shocked. Shocked. “Really? Just the one? Huh… but she acted like she's been getting dick all week? You're sure just one guy?"

"Oui, quite sure. Our sister asked me for... permission, let us say?"

"Huh? Why?”

Curaçao smiled and shrugged. “As awkward as it might sound, I’m razer glad that it is zis world's version of my original zat she ‘as managed to dig ‘er claws into. 'E is trustworthy and will treat 'er right, non?”

Havoc was given pause now. “Whoa, no way. She’s fucking Applejack?”

Oh, that would be an important bit of information, wouldn’t it? Havocwing and her sisters currently found themselves in the world of Equestria-Cross, an alternate version of Equestria where all the males and females were of opposite genders compared to their canonical counterparts. It had taken some getting used to at first, but eventually the group had settled in rather well. Red Velvet most of all, it seemed.

“Oui, and ‘as done so more zan once, which is probably where your confusion stems. In fact she did not return to zee ‘otel last night, so I suspect it is now… nine times.” She shook her head. “I only ‘ope she is being smart about it. Our sister, ‘ow you say, craves zee touch of a stallion, and I know she isn’t irresponsible, but... I worry.”

“Ah, it'll be fine. I don’t think Red’s dumb enough to get herself knocked up while we’re still trying to work all this personal stuff out. You say she asked for your... 'permission'? Heh, how'd that conversation go? 'Hey sis, I hope this isn't awkward but I want to fuck the guy version of the chick you were cloned from'?"

"Zat... is actually exactly 'ow she said it." Curaçao shrugged. "I do not find it awkward, zough."

Havoc just shook her head and grinned. “Huh… well, good for her. He’s just her type: tall, strong, muscles, sweat, and all that jazz. Don’t know what he sees in her, though. Besides his dick, ha.

“But anyway,” Havoc continued, shaking her head, “like I said, I can’t ask her for help. She and I aren’t into the same type of guys. She likes ‘em big and strong, the kind of stallion that could probably rip her in half. I’m into the… y’know, sensitive type. Like you are. Dudes in touch with their feminine side?”

Curaçao raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you zink I am ‘into’ zat sort of stallion, hmm?”

“Uh… duh? Because you’re you? Ha, don’t tell me you’re into the big, muscular guys like Red is, because we talked about this and you know you’re not supposed to be lying to us. I mean, even I could spot that one from a mile away.”

“Ah, non, I am not, trust me.”

“See? So, what, you’re not into fancy guys then? Are you into like, I dunno, the roguish athletic type? Oh shit, ew, don’t tell me you’re into guys like Rainbow Blitz?” she blanched. “Yuck.”

Even across worlds she still had her rivalry with Rainbow Dash, and it didn’t matter if Dash was a dude or not even a pony. Most of the time the feeling was mutual, too, just something that clicked between the two that made them want to compete at everything, and not like how Rainbow and Applejack competed, but more… serious.

She usually enjoyed it in that sense, except for the few times it had made certain alternate Rainbows—Blitz included—think she was into them like that. She’d kicked Rainbow Blitz in the balls so hard yesterday that she would be surprised if he would ever walk again.

Dude deserved it for trying to mack on me, Havoc thought.

Curaçao rolled her eyes, clearly impatient. “Non, zat is not—”

“Phew! Thank goodness for that. I’d have to disown you, y’know? Ugh, can you imagine what the kids would look like? Gross.” She cleared her throat. “So what kind of guy are you—”

Curaçao sighed and set a hoof on Havoc’s shoulder. “Sister… what I am about to tell you, you are zee first to know.” She paused. “Well, zee second, technically. Insipid already knows zis, but she figured it out all by ‘erself. You are still zee first one I am telling, zough. I was ‘oping to tell you all at once, but—”

Havoc snorted. “Ha, bullshit, Insipid couldn’t figure her way out of a wet paper bag.”

Curaçao gave her a serious glare that told her she’d crossed a line.

Havoc held up her hooves. “Right, right, sorry, no more calling Insipid stupid. I’m trying to get better. I am. My bad. Go on then, sis, spill.”

Curaçao took a breath. “I am not interested in stallions, 'Avoc. At all.”

“Ohhh, I get it. Kinda like Star? Wow, that’s gotta be disappointing for a lot of dudes.” Havoc shook her head. “I mean, not that Star’s disappointing anypony. I don’t think a lotta guys are into a mare who’s smarter than them and could vaporize them. Hmm… maybe Dusk Shine—”

“No, not like Star,” Curaçao interrupted. “She is, ‘ow you say, asexual and aromantic. She does not believe sex and love are important or necessary for somepony like ‘er and plans to live ‘er life wizout such zings. I am not like zat. I am very much of zee opinion zat sex and love are important to my life, oui?”

“Okay… so… I’m not sure I—” Then, Havocwing paused, mouth agape. “Ohhh. You’re into chicks?”

“Oui,” Curaçao said dryly, “I am 'into chicks’. I zought zat my coming out would be ‘andled wiz a bit more tact. Of course you’re zee first one I tell. Of course.”

“Oh, I’ve got loads of tact, sis. I ooze tact. So you like mares, what’s the big deal? You’re my sister, and I love you, and I don’t care what team you play for, y’know?”

Curaçao smiled. “Merci, ‘Avoc. Zat… means a lot.”

"How'd Insipid figure that out on her own, though? I mean, you said that none of us know but her, right?"

"Our sister 'as a sort of sixième sens about what a pony wants and desires, non? Well, she 'as noticed zat I 'ave been, 'ow you say, 'checking out' mares in some of zese worlds we 'ave visited," she said with a tinge of red in her cheeks.

"No shit? Huh. Like who?"

"Zat is not important right now, 'Avoc."

"Right, right. Well anyway, my prior statement still stands,” Havoc said with a shrug, pleased to have handled that so well. “You being into chicks? Disappointing for lots of dudes. Unless you let them watch or something. I mean, then hey, I think they can live with that,” she added with a shit-eating grin.

Curaçao rolled her eyes. “Did you want my ‘elp or not?”

“Right. Okay, so, yeah… I guess I can’t really ask you for advice on how to get a guy to notice me. Shit.” Havoc turned and banged her head on the wall. “Damn, damn, damn. Don’t tell me I have to ask Red for advice on this? I know Insipid’s useless on these things and Gray’s probably the same as Star is, so who else can I turn to before we have to leave?”

“Do not fret, ‘Avoc. I think I can still be of some assistance. Let me see… you are looking to attract zee attention of a ‘fancy’ stallion, hmm?” Curaçao smirked and set her hoof on Havoc’s shoulder. “Considering all zee effort you 'ave put in, I zink I know exactly who you’ve got your eye on. And let me say zat you ‘ave come to zee right mare if you want 'elp wiz 'im, oui?”

"R-really? You'll help?"

"Of course, 'Avoc, what are sisters for?" With a grin, she added, "Zough I must say, you cannot give Red Velvet any trouble for wanting to 'ave 'er way wiz zee male version of one of her sisters' originals, non?"

“This is the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard,” Havocwing grunted as she strode her way up the walkway leading towards Carousel Boutique. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. He's never gonna buy it, it’s never gonna work.”

“If you want to attract zee attention of your fancy paramour, 'Avoc, zen you must know what to say and ‘ow to say it. I will guide you along, oui? Trust me, I only ‘ave your best interests at ‘eart.”

Curaçao spoke to Havocwing via the telepathic connection that she and her sisters shared with one another. Though it was weaker in universes outside of their own, it was only limited by range. As such, Curaçao had volunteered her afternoon to lend Havocwing all the assistance she’d need, and was already waiting stealthily outside the Carousel’s window hiding in a bush or up a tree, Havoc wasn’t sure which.

“You’re really sure that if I just spit out a bunch of fancy fashion words and shit that he’ll make a move on me?”

“Oui. Also, you will improve your chances if you don’t use such vulgar language’ in front of ‘im like zat, not while we are trying to ‘butter ‘im up’, so to say. Maybe later ‘e won’t mind, but keep it under control until zen."

"Yeah yeah, I've been working on keeping that toned down in public everywhere we've been. Suck that a bunch of snowflakes can't handle a few cuss words."

"Are you ready?”

“Yeah… as I’ll ever be.”

“Zen, allons-y!”

Havoc took a breath, then knocked on the door.

“One moment!” came a luscious male’s voice from the other side.

Precisely one moment later, and the door opened to reveal Elusive, the stallion of Havoc’s eye. She knew he was basically just the dude version of Rarity, but that was exactly the sort of guy that she got totally hot for.

The only other stallion in this damn backwater podunk that could compare was Butterscotch, but since he was just the dude version of Fluttershy, and she was a clone of Fluttershy, Havoc just did not click with him at all. At least, not like that. Butterscotch was more like the brother she never had, and she wasn't about to fuck her brother.

Elusive, though, was the cream of the crop. He was pretty like a mare despite being a stallion, and had a trill in his voice that just screamed to Havoc that he was very much in touch with his feminine side. He had a svelte figure that Havoc knew would feel soft and smooth in her hooves. Best of all, he looked damn good in a suit, and had this amazingly pert ass that Havoc could just sink her teeth—

“Oh, hello there,” Elusive said, breaking her from her daydream. “Don’t I know you from somewhere? Ah! You’re… Havocwing, right? You and your sisters are new in town.”

Oh shit, he remembers my name! Havoc thought, smiling to herself. That’s gotta be a good sign.

“A very good sign, oui,” Curaçao replied, able to hear Havoc’s ‘out-loud’ thoughts through their connection. “Don’t keep ‘im waiting, respond! Just a simple ‘ello will do.”

“Uh… yeah! Hi! Havocwing’s me, that I am, yes.” Havocwing sputtered. Ha, nailed it.

“So… what can I do for you, darling?” Elusive asked with a smile that made Havocwing’s heart flutter.

“Oh… um…”

“Ouah, focus, ‘Avoc. Say you came to see ‘is selection of dresses.”

“Dresses!” Havoc blurted. “I, uh… came to see your selection of dresses. Yup, that’s me. The… dress enthusiast.” Havoc still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. Dresses and frills and lace were so not her thing. But if it would get Elusive’s attention…

“Oh, certainly,” Elusive said with a grin as he stepped aside. “Come on in, dear, take a look around.”

Havoc gulped and did as she was asked, stepping inside to look around the Boutique. It looked exactly the same as just about every Rarity’s Carousel Boutique so far, only a little taller to accommodate the stallion that lived here and with more stallion ponyquins than mares. The coloring of the walls and floors and drapes were all otherwise identical, so despite being owned by a stallion it was still very frilly and feminine in appearance. Which was just perfect, of course, because it meant he was just a little frilly and feminine.

There were also many, many more clothes fit for stallions as well, and only a paltry selection of dresses, all of which were so frilly and pretty and pink that Havoc was desperately worried she’d have to actually wear one in order to make this plan work.

“So, did you have anything in mind, my dear? A particular style, perhaps?” Elusive asked, eyeing Havocwing over. “Your figure definitely suggests a few things, if you don’t mind my saying. I might be able to make a suggestion if you’re hesitant or unsure.”

Oh shit he’s checking me out! It’s working! Havoc thought, consciously sashaying her rear a little bit for him.

“Okay, ‘Avoc, zis next part is very simple. Ask ‘im if ‘e ‘as anyzing of zee ‘Haute Couture’ style.”

“Ah… I was wondering if you have anything Haute Couture?” Havoc asked with a little smile.

Elusive gave Havocwing an appraising look and scoffed. “My dear, forgive me if this sounds… rude, but did somepony else tell you to say that when you walked in here? You don’t strike me as the sort to be interested in high-end fashion.”

Shit! Curie, you dumb blueberry, he’s onto me—

“Calm down, calm down. Zis is part of zee plan. Now you will tell ‘im you ‘eard it meant somezing zat ‘e made ‘imself—from scratch—and zat you are very interested in ‘is designs.”

Havocwing gulped. “Uh… w-well, yeah, but I heard Haute Couture meant something that you made from scratch yourself, and I was more interested in your designs.”

That gave Elusive pause. “Really? Hmm. Well, I apologize for my earlier statement then. I get a lot of mares who come in here asking about ‘Haute Couture’ just because they heard it just meant ‘high-end fashion’ and assumed they could get clothes from other designers. The number of mares who think I sell designs by Serendipity is just… ugh. I respect her as an artist, but our styles are completely different.”

“So, uh… do you—”

“Oh! Oh, right right, of course. Well… to be blunt, yes and no. I do have several dresses in my own style, but… well, sad to say none of them would be a good match for you, dear. Your coloring would clash horribly, and your figure is not quite right.”

“Oh…” Havoc said with a frown, her wings drooping and her heart beginning to crack.

“For those particular dresses, I mean!” Elusive hastily added. “You do have a nice figure, my dear. Quite nice, actually. Smaller than most of the mares I typically have as clients, but… hmm, no, that still sounds rather insulting. What I mean to say is, your figure is lithe and… aerodynamic. Yes, yes, that’s good. You surely must be an excellent flyer.”

“Oh. Uh… thanks,” she said, her smile returning. “Yeah, I’m pretty boss at flying.”

“Now ask if per’aps ‘e could make a dress especially for you.”

“Right so, uh… since you don’t have anything right for me now, maybe you could make a new dress just for me? Like… customized or whatever?”

Elusive thought on this. “Hmm… well, I must warn you that custom dresses are typically reserved for very exclusive clients and can get quite expensive.”

“I mean, money ain’t a problem,” Havocwing said with a grin. Her sister Starlight had ensured that the gang had more than enough bits to spend everywhere they went, though Havoc wasn’t sure how. Probably a counterfeiting spell or something.

“Oh, I didn't mean to imply you couldn’t afford it, darling, just that there are less expensive options that would likely be better suited to you. I could certainly make something exclusively to your tastes, but perhaps you should consider other options first, yes?”

“Okay, now ask if 'e 'as any recommendations for your figure.”

“In that case, do you have any suggestions? For me, I mean. My figure.”

Elusive hummed and nodded, circling around Havoc briefly and eyeing her figure carefully. “Hmm… yes, yes… perhaps. I think it would best if I take your measurements, of course, before I make any serious suggestions. If you’d give me permission—”

“Yeah!” Havoc blurted, her wings flaring out a little. “I… I mean. Yeah. Sure. Measurements. I’m cool with that. So, uh… do you want me to stand somewhere, or…?”

Elusive waved a hoof towards a station in front of several mirrors, where Havoc noticed some measuring tape, pins, and other things that she assumed were used in the task of measuring another’s figure. She stepped over to the indicated spot and stood where she was instructed, and watched eagerly as Elusive grabbed up all of the tools at once with his magic and set to work.

She simply stood there as Elusive began placing the measuring tape up to different parts of her anatomy, humming to himself all the while. The process was slow and precise, and Havoc found it somewhat uncomfortable to stand so still for so long. She was never one to be patient, and this was as bad as waiting in line for the bathroom at a concert.

“Stand still please, darling,” Elusive requested as he gently tapped the tape against her haunch.

“R-right, sorry,” Havoc muttered, snapping back to attention. “Not used to this kind of thing, y’know?”

“Mmhmm, I’ve noticed. So, Miss Havocwing, would you mind telling me exactly what it is you’re doing here?” he asked without stopping his measurement-taking.

Havoc froze up a little, completely caught off-guard by the question. “Uh… what do you mean, my dude? I mean... Elusive. What do you mean, Elusive? I’m here for a dress, duh. Like I said. Haute Couture?”

“Uh huh. Sure you are.” And still, he did not cease taking her measurements.

“No, for real, I am!”

“Listen, dear, at this point you’ve taken up a fair amount of my time with whatever game it is you’re playing, so I’d very much like to know why you’re really here. I’ve seen you out and about and know that you’re about as much interested in dresses as our dear Applejack is in fancy suits.”

“Uh… no way, man, I’m… I’m totally into dresses. Like… lace and… uh… silk? Satin? Um... hemlines? Those are all... dress terms... right?”

Elusive narrowed his eyes. Yet he still did not cease taking her measurements. “Please, darling, just... stop. Don’t embarrass yourself with needless fabrications. You obviously came here with some ulterior motive, and I'm not mad, just... curious. What is this all about?”

Shit! What do I do, sis? He’s got me dead to rights! Havoc thought in a panic.

She waited for Curaçao to respond.

But Curaçao did not do so.

Curie? Sis? Where’d you… oh, you bitch, I swear to—

“Darling? An answer please?” Elusive asked again, clearing his throat.

Havocwing gulped and let out a breath. “Okay… okay, look. This was a mistake. You’re right, I’m not interested in stupid dresses or ‘Haute Couture’ or whatever that is, and I'd rather be dead that have to wear anything pink or lacy or frilly. That was all… just a front. To, uh… to talk to you.”

Elusive paused, now caught off-guard himself, but he still kept taking measurements like a professional. “I beg your pardon?”

“Look, Elusive… I’m gonna be totally honest with you here. You’re like… super fine. I did all this ‘proper lady’ stuff because I wanted to, uh… y’know… get your attention and maybe take an interest in me or whatever. ‘Cause I mean, I’m totally interested in you.”

“You… you are?”

“I mean… yeah? Like I said: super fine.”

“Huh. I wouldn’t think I’d be your type…” Elusive shook his head. “Hmph. I’m not convinced that somepony didn’t put you up to this to play a joke on me, not just yet. So, Miss Havocwing, what do you find ‘super fine’ about me, then?”

“Shit, everything,” Havoc said with a grin. “You’re… gorgeous, and I don’t use that word, like, ever.”

Elusive hummed and gave her a little smirk. “Well, I suppose I can’t argue with you there. I am gorgeous.”

“That and your ass is amazing,” she added, biting her lip.

Elusive snorted in amusement. “Aha. That’s… that’s a new one. Most mares don’t compliment my rear-end so readily. The gorgeous part I get, though. Often. From you though it sounds… well, like it has a little more ‘oomph’ to it. You’re right, you definitely don’t seem the type of mare to use that sort of word lightly.”

Havocwing laughed. “Right? But it fits you, dude. I mean, I bet you’ve got mares beating down your door all the time.”

“Hmm. Not exactly, but I appreciate the thought.” Elusive cleared his throat. “So what is this all about then? Are you looking to court me? Hoping we might start dating, perhaps that we get married in the future? I’m afraid to disappoint you, my dear, but—”

“Oh. Oh no no, my guy, marriage? I mean, wow, that’s not me at all. I ain’t nopony’s wife, or ever gonna be. I mean, look at me, do I look like I’m gonna be walking down any aisles in a froo-froo dress, getting rice thrown at me?”

All of that was pretty much true. Now, she wasn’t opposed to the thought of dating, especially not with a guy like Elusive, but she knew that she and her sisters were leaving in a few days to visit another alternate universe. That was why she felt she had to take this chance or she’d probably lose her shot forever.

“So what are you here for then?”

Havocwing bit her lip. “I was just kinda hoping we could, like… y’know… bang, or whatever.”

Elusive was taken aback, and yet he still continued taking measurements, though Havoc noticed a brief lapse. “My oh my, that's... so brazenly forward of you. You certainly don’t beat around the bush, do you Miss Havocwing?”

“I mean, yeah, that’s what I do. Or don’t do, I guess. Beat bushes.”

She noticed Elusive's little grin, which made her heart beat a little faster. "Well then, this is... quite interesting. Definitely not the first thing I thought you'd ask when you came in here. I'm flattered."

She also noticed the measuring tape snaking around her every which way, even in places she thought he’d already measured. She figured she’d started fidgeting again and he was trying to keep her still, and boy, was it working. She couldn’t even stretch her wings and fly away if she wanted to. Not that she wanted to, but pegasus instincts sometimes kicked in.

She gave a little shrug, hard as it was to do with the tape restricting her movement so much. “So, like… yeah, that’s why I’m here with all this tape all over me, I guess. I was just trying to see if we could have a little fun bumping uglies or something. Nothing serious.”

Elusive seemed to ponder this, and Havocwing was worried she’d been too forward.

Shit shit shit, guys like him don’t like mares who are like that! They like broads that play stupid little flirty games and shit, like giggling and playing with their manes and making them buy dinner. Fuck, I fucked up, I fucked up—

“So… no strings attached, then?” Elusive asked. “You’re just looking for a one-night stand, so to speak?”

It was Havoc’s turn to pause. “I mean… yeah?”

Elusive nodded. “Well, darling, I don’t see why we couldn’t partake in a little rendezvous if that’s what you want. We’re both grown adults, are we not? I'm beautiful, you're beautiful, so why not? We can make our own decisions.”

“Totally, yeah! Wait, you... think I'm beautiful?"

Elusive hummed, a little grin on his face. "As I said earlier, you have a wonderful figure, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't noticed the confidence with which you carry yourself. Nor did it escape my notice that you have just the most wonderful perfume; jasmine is my favorite. It's all rather enticing."

"I, uh... knew you'd like it," Havoc said with a little grin of her own. "So... wow, you’re… you’re really agreeing to this?” She shook her head and puffed out her chest. “I mean… yeah, of course you are. Why wouldn’t you? I’m awesome.”

Elusive tittered. “Careful now, dear. You’re sounding like our good friend Rainbow Blitz, and I very much doubt that’s somepony you want me to compare you to.”

“Oh, hell no, not at all. But like… you’re serious? We’re doing this?”

“I don’t see why not. I normally don’t do this sort of thing, but then I’ve never had a mare be so forward about what she wanted with me before. You’re certainly not my usual taste in a mare, but… that excites me a little, hmm? Perhaps I’ll give the wild side a little taste.”

“Oh, you’re welcome to give my wild side a taste,” Havoc said in the most sultry way she could manage. Shit, did that sound corny? Fuck me, did I turn into a dork right when I’m about to get laid?

Still, corny or not, it seemed good enough to make Elusive grin. “Well now, I do believe that was an invitation.” He circled around to Havoc’s backside and gave her ass a good once-over with both his eyes and his hoof. “Yes, I do think I might enjoy this. One moment, dear.”

He trotted over to the door of the Boutique, flipped the Open sign to Closed, closed the blinds on all of the display window, then returned.

“Can’t have any visitors intruding on our little bit of fun now, can we?”

Havoc’s wings flared, at least as much as they could wrapped up as they were.

We’re really doing this, holy shit. I... I was not prepared for this. I have no idea what I'm doing.

“So, uh…” She was suddenly very much aware that the measuring tape had wrapped itself so tightly around her that she couldn’t move. “Mind untying me from all this tape? It’s kinda restrictive if we're gonna bang.”

Elusive looked her in the eye and gave her a sweet, innocent smile that sent a wave of fire through Havoc’s belly, then returned to his position behind her.

“Oh heavens no, my lovely little firecracker,” he said. “I prefer you just like this for now, and I think you’ll enjoy it as well.” He used his magic to lift the tape keeping her held further up so that her ass was raised higher into the air. “There, that’s better. A wonderful view of your cute little tush.”

"H-hey, my tush isn't—"

Without another word, Elusive buried his muzzle right into Havoc’s nethers.

“Eek!” Havoc exclaimed.

She was unable to turn her head to look anywhere but at her own reflection in the mirror directly ahead of her, the only thing she could see being the expression on her face, currently one of anxious excitement.

“Wh-whoa, you’re just… getting right into i-i-i-t~” she trailed off as his tongue started getting to work. “Okay, wow… this is… super weird. And awesome. You are much better than a hoof.”

Elusive chortled and drew himself back. “Thank you for the compliment, I think?”

He then returned to eating her out, making Havoc squirm with pleasure.

The fuck was that? ‘Better than a hoof’? Are you a fucking moron? She thought angrily at herself. She then let out a gasp when his lips suckled on her clit slightly. Oh ffffuck, that feels good. Can't do that with a hoof.

Havoc’s wings continued to flare as Elusive’s tongue and lips pleasured her with all the delicacy and skill of an artist. This was a stallion that knew what mares liked and delivered with gusto. She squirmed and writhed against his muzzle with every motion he performed, hissing and panting as the burning sensation in her crotch built up and up until she was sure she was going to burst. Seeing her lust-filled expression in the mirror just made it all the better.

Then, he stopped. Quite suddenly in fact.

Havocwing forgot herself for that brief moment and let her frustration show. “The fuck?! Dude, I was about to cross the finish line—”

“Yes, yes, I could tell,” Elusive tittered as he stood back up and casually returned her to her upright position. “But it simply wouldn’t do for you to climax all over my clean showroom floor, now would it?"

Havoc glanced about as much as she was able. "Oh, yeah. I guess it would be kinda weird to fuck right here and make a mess."

"I was thinking…” He moved his muzzle to her ear. “We should take this upstairs…” he said in a husky whisper.

Havocwing’s pussy clenched in anticipation. “Oh. Yeah. Yes. Great idea. Bedroom. Upstairs.” She struggled in the grip of the measuring tape. “Just, uh… let me out of all this?”

Elusive snickered. “Of course.”

His magic slowly unwound the tape bit by bit instead of all in one go, taking its sweet-ass time much to Havoc’s consternation. Elusive purposefully seemed to make it slide against her teats with every pass, drawing a hiss from her each time. All the while his hoof glided around her crotch, passing over her wet folds so fleetingly it was as though it wasn’t even there. The teasing was infuriating, and Havoc felt just about ready to snap.

When she was finally released, Havoc got right in Elusive’s face, a fierce glare in her eyes. “Let’s go. Bedroom. Now.”

“Right away, my little firecracker. Follow me.”

Havoc eagerly followed behind Elusive, who took his time trotting up the stairs in such a way that Havoc could not only get a good view of his sashaying ass—which was looking more like a snack every second—but so that she could see his balls and sheath as well. Havoc licked her lips greedily.

Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.

Havoc had never been in any Rarity’s bedroom before and so didn’t know how Elusive’s would compare, but it wasn’t as frilly as she expected. There were still plenty of pinks and purples decorating the furniture but for the most part it wasn’t too girly. The bed was large and bordered by silk curtains, looking like it belonged in the royal bedroom of some prince or princess from a storybook. In other words, just perfect.

Elusive closed the door behind them as they entered, and made to lead Havoc over to the bed like a gentlecolt, but she was having none of that and bolted over to it in a flash, lying on her back and spreading her hindlegs open in invitation.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?” she snorted, gesturing to her wet slit. “You gonna leave a job unfinished or what?”

Elusive chuckled. “Miss Havocwing—”

“Just call me Havoc.”

“Havoc, you are certainly not like any mare I’ve ever been with. I’m starting to find it rather entertaining... and arousing,” he said as he trotted over and straddled her so that they were nose to nose. “I'm used to leading, you know? You’re a mare who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. There aren’t many like you out there.”

“Damn right,” she grunted. “So, are you gonna—”

She was surprised when Elusive kissed her full on the mouth, enough to forget herself for a brief instant and submit to it, before remembering she was Havocwing and she submitted to nopony. So, she roughly grabbed the back of his head with one hoof and forced her tongue into his mouth instead.

"Mmm, cinnamon," he said, licking his lips. "My favorite."

She didn’t notice his horn light up, but she did feel his magic start fondling the folds of her nethers, and let out a little groan into the kiss. She bit his lip gently as she pulled back, then arched her back up to press her groin against his. She felt his cock had revealed itself and was brushing against her belly, already mostly erect at this point, and that’s when she got an idea, and wonderfully devilish idea.

Without much effort, she was able to roll over on top of him so that she was in the dominant position, then she kissed him again for a brief moment before pulling back, breathing hard, face flushed, heart pounding, and without a second thought drew herself up to mount his muzzle. Elusive didn’t protest, merely grabbed two hoof-fulls of Havoc’s ass and buried his tongue inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck, you're good," she muttered as her hooves ran through his mane. "You're so fucking good.

She bumped her slit against him, letting out little groans of pleasure as his magic continued tweaking and teasing at her outer folds while his tongue worked on her clit. She’d never felt anything close to this, and never imagined anything like it either. This wasn’t just knowing how to please a mare at this point, this was like a sixth sense for him.

“Ffffuck~!” Havoc hissed, finally reaching her climax and creaming all over Elusive’s mouth, grinding herself on his muzzle with every twitch.

So, that was two boxes ticked off so far, as far as Havoc was concerned. First kiss? Check. First orgasm from somepony else, not her own hoof? Check. A weaker mare would have swooned and declared they were in love. Havocwing wasn’t about all that prissy shit. As far as Elusive was concerned, he was her colt-toy for tonight and that was it. Not her beau or her lover or coltfriend or anything stupid like that.

Really, there was just one more box to check to call this a perfect afternoon: popping her cherry.

As Havoc settled back into straddling his waist rather than his face, she felt another tug at her twitching pussy, earning another hiss. “Mmph… dude, you’re… like a pro, or something,” she grunted into his ear. “That felt so fucking good.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said back, kissing her neck, his hooves groping her flanks. “So, are you ready to move on, or—”

“Not yet,” she said, pushing herself off of him.

At first she turned around to try a position where he’d have a view of her ass and slit while she got full access to his dick, but to her consternation she found she wasn’t tall enough to make it work, not without making Elusive break his neck just to kiss her ass.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the view of that adorable derriere of yours, but… what are you doing?” he asked.

"Just trying to get into a better position for... fuck it, nevermind," Havoc grumbled.

Fucking bullshit, why'd I have to be so short?

With an annoyed grunt, she instead shimmied her way down the bed and placed herself between his legs so that she had a faceful of cock and balls.

“Um… darling, what are you doing down there?”

“Uh… I’m gonna give you a blowjob? You made me cum, so I’m gonna repay the favor, or whatever?”

“Oh. You don’t have to do that, dear. I could never ask a lady to perform fellatio on me. Why, it’s simply deplorable—”

“Okay, first of all, I think we’ve established that I’m not a lady,” Havoc said as she took Elusive’s cock into her hooves and started stroking it.

Oh wow… so this is what a dude’s dick feels like? Okay… okay, don't fuck this up. Gentle… be gentle...

“Second, we’ve already established that I do what I want. So, shut up, lay back, and enjoy it. Let me be the generous one, yeah?”

“But—”

Havoc rolled her eyes. “Dude! Let me suck your dick!”

Elusive paused, then sighed and got comfortable on the bed, setting a few pillows under himself so he could watch her. “Fine, you’ve convinced me.”

Havoc pumped her other hoof in triumph. “Yes! Okay, here we go. Time to… suck your… dick…”

She paused a moment and stared at Elusive’s cock which, until just this moment, she hadn’t actually bothered to look at properly. She had absolutely no scale or standard by which to judge his size, but he certainly seemed big, big enough that she wasn’t sure how to go about sucking him off. For all of her bluster and bragging, she’d never actually given head before and was at a loss on what to do here.

Damn. Maybe I should have asked Red for some pointers, she thought. Fuck it. YOLO.

With all the patience and delicacy of a bulldozer, she hoisted her face up to the tip of his cock and took it in her mouth, suckling on it like a popsicle without even a remote idea what to do next. She’d only suggested this because it was something she’d heard Red talking about stallions liking, but the half-confused, half-amused expression on Elusive’s face told her he was liking this for all the wrong reasons.

“Um… are you alright down there, dear?” he asked with a coy grin.

She pulled her mouth off his dick and glowered at him. “Yeah, fine! What of it?”

“You just seem… well, lost. Is this your first attempt at performing fellatio?”

Havoc scoffed. “So what if it is? It’s your first time getting your dick sucked, so maybe this is what I’m supposed to be doing, Mister Expert.”

Elusive held up his hooves and chuckled. “Fair point. But, um… if I might be so bold as to make a suggestion? Try taking it slowly. Put some passion into it, like I did when performing on you. You seemed to enjoy it very, very much.”

Havoc considered this for a moment, then nodded in understanding. “Yeah… yeah, okay. Take it slow, lots of passion. Yeah, I can do that.”

She took a deep breath, then brought her head back down to the base of his shaft and ran her tongue up along the length. Her tongue trailed up along every vein on Elusive’s cock as she moved her way back up to the tip, and her much slower pace allowed her to breathe him in and savor his taste.

She figured he was the sort of stallion that bathed and groomed every day and his pleasant aroma and flavor didn’t disappoint in that regard. She’d tasted faint remnants of blueberry pancakes on his tongue before—must've been his breakfast—but his cock tasted like watermelon, clearly from whatever lotion or shampoo he used.

Okay, now I see why Red likes it.

When she reached the top she took his cock into her mouth and gave it a slow suck for a brief moment before moving her mouth down to take more in. A glance up at him told her all she needed to know: he was panting and biting his lip, so she must have been doing a good job. He looked adorable with that expression on his face; she wanted more.

Enthused, she forced more of his length into her mouth, running her tongue along every vein she could find. Unfortunately, she took too much of him in her mouth at once and, distracted by his eyes, forgot to breathe through her nose. She coughed when his slightly-flared tip hit the back of her throat and almost gagged right then and there, but managed to pull herself off him to catch her breath again.

Fuck, I almost choked my dumb ass to death. How does Red do it to make it sound so easy?

“Everything alright?” Elusive asked, concern and sensitivity in his voice that told her she was in good hooves.

Havoc groaned. “Sorry, sorry. I mean… this is my first try, I don’t know—”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said with a grin as he sat up again. “You’ve done quite enough.” He moved to her and pulled her in for another fiery kiss. “Why don’t you lay on your back and let me take it from here, my dear?”

Havocwing considered this for a moment, then nodded. She decided that since this was her first time, she’d let Elusive take charge and show her the ropes. So, despite a part of her brain lambasting her for daring to be submissive to anypony, she did as she was asked and got on her back on the bed, using one of Elusive’s outrageously comfortable pillows to support her head.

She watched Elusive open up the drawer next to his bed and fish out a little plastic wrapper, from out of which he pulled a purple condom that he then slid over his shaft with his magic. Havoc scolded herself for not even thinking about that, especially after talking about Red taking precautions not to get knocked up, but was relieved that Elusive was just the sort of guy to think of it himself. A perfect gentlecolt.

“Are you ready?” Elusive asked, the tip of his cock pressing up against Havoc’s entrance.

Okay, this is it. This is it, you’re gonna get laid, Havoc. Go on, let him know how you feel! Let him know you’re ready to fuck!

Havoc meekly nodded. “Y-yeah.”

What the fuck was that?! You sounded like Fluttershy you worthless piece of—

To Elusive’s credit, he seemed to notice her loss of bravado and did what any gentlecolt would do with a nervous mare: he was slow, and he was careful. He entered Havoc with a gentle thrust that pushed all the way up to his medial ring, earning a shudder and a gasp from her that completely drowned out the angry voice in her head.

"W-wow..." Elusive groaned, pausing for a moment. "You're so... warm. It's like an oven."

Heh, you don't know the half of it, she thought.

He then pulled out and thrust back in up to the same point, again, and again, earning louder groans and grunts from Havoc, who couldn’t contain herself whatsoever. This was so much different than a hoof that it was hard to really comprehend, the warmth and pressure inside her like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was no wonder now that mares like Red Velvet wanted cock so badly.

Then came the medial ring. Havoc shuddered as it pushed past her entrance and firmly lodged itself inside her, but was disappointed when he stopped moving.

"Everything okay, firecracker?" he whispered, kissing her ear.

“Fffuck, dude~” she groaned, reaching her hooves up around his neck, the stimulation feeding a resurgence of confidence in her belly. “Don’t stop. Fuck me good.”

“Don’t you want to take it a little—” He started to say, looking her in the eyes.

“Fuck. Me. Good,” she growled, finally back to her normal self. "Fuck my fucking brains out."

Yeah! Tell him, girl!

Elusive smirked, nodded, and shoved the rest of his length into Havoc.

This made her throw her head back and groan again. “Oh ffffuck~!”

As Elusive started thrusting in again and again, pulling out just to his medial ring before thrusting back in, Havoc moaned and panted, her rigid wings splayed out on the bed beneath her. Her lifted her head so her muzzle was resting on his neck, if only so that as every thrust added more and more fuel to the raging inferno in her pussy, she could bite him—gently, of course. If it hurt him, he didn't show it.

A few moments was all it really took before Havoc’s inner inferno prepared to explode. “Mmmph! Elusive! I… I’m gonna—”

“Me too,” Elusive grunted, picking up the pace in his thrusts. “I’m so close~”

Havoc pulled away from his neck to look him in the eye. “Kiss me when you cum.”

Elusive nodded swiftly, thrust a few more times, then paused and hilted himself inside her before kissing Havoc with fiery passion. This drove Havoc straight over the edge, and she clenched down on Elusive’s cock—hard—as her own orgasm exploded out of her. Her tongue dove into his mouth and claimed it for its own, her hooves pulling him onto her on the bed so that they were locked as one.

The pair remained stuck together for a long moment, kissing passionately with Elusive’s softening cock still inside her. It wasn’t until Elusive needed to breathe that he pulled away, panting heavily like he’d just run a marathon. Havoc let out a groan of disappointment as he pulled his cock out of her, and watched him dispose of the condom in a nearby waste bin, though he'd tried to do so discreetly.

“Damn… that was amazing…” Havoc breathed, staring up at the ceiling. “You did not disappoint…”

Elusive snorted and smiled. “You weren’t bad yourself, my little firecracker. I haven’t had such an intense climax since I was still in high school.” He rubbed his neck where she’d bit him. “You might have left a hickey, though. Another thing I haven’t had since high school.”

Havoc frowned. “Shit. I’m sorry, I was just—”

“No no, don’t worry about it. It’s my little badge of honor,” Elusive said with a sultry grin. “The boys are going to ask me about it for certain. Never you fear, though, I shan’t begin bragging about our lovely little rendezvous. A gentlecolt doesn’t indulge in such rotten things.”

She let out a breath of relief, hoof over her heart. “Good, thanks. The last thing I need is Blitz knowing anything about this. To be honest, you don’t need him to find out either. He'd give you shit for it for sure.”

Elusive got back into the bed and relaxed next to her, their heads both resting on pillows. Havoc allowed him to hold her close to him and enjoyed every second of it. She'd been looking forward to a little post-fuck cuddling with him almost more than the fucking itself, but would deny it if anypony asked.

“What is it about the two of you that gets you both so... hostile?" he asked. "To be honest, I’m rather surprised, really.”

“Surprised about what?”

“That you’re attracted to me and not him. Most mares of your sort—that is, tomcolts—seem to prefer the ‘bad colt’ type that Blitz just loves to cultivate about himself.”

Havoc snorted. “Please. ‘Bad colt’? He’s a fucking joke, not an ounce of bad-ass in his body. Nah, that’s not my type at all. Why would you even think I was?"

"I just figured that the competitions and such were sort of like... a dance of sorts. Showing off your skills for one another to attract the other to you." Elusive considered that a moment, then chuckled. "Like a... mating ritual."

"Ugh. Gross, dude. No, I compete with Dash— I mean, Blitz, because he's able to give me a challenge. Did you know we had a race yesterday?”

“I only heard that Rainbow pulled his groin racing against 'some punk' who cheated… which I guess was you, then?”

Havoc snorted, amused. “Pulled his groin, huh? Nah, that's not what happened. After the race—which, yeah, I lost, so no, I didn't cheat—we went to the locker room to clean up, and that dickhead tried to get fresh with me, so I told him to fuck off. He thought I was just playing hard to get. So I played real hard to get and kicked him in the balls.”

Elusive winced, hoof moving to his groin, then rolled his eyes. “Blitz has always been a little too forward with mares, but most of them are rather receptive of his advances. Allow me to apologize on his behalf, because he certainly won’t. It’d wound his ego.”

“Right, right, his ego. Anyway, I like guys like you. Y’know… pretty, classy, that sort of thing. The kind that knows how to treat a mare right.” She blushed and snuggled into him just a little bit. "The kind that, uh... likes to cuddle after fucking."

“And yet, you don’t like being pampered or wearing the sorts of clothes fellows like me would appreciate. Contradictory, don’t you think?”

"I guess? I dunno, that's just my thing. My sister Red's the one that might go for a stallion like Blitz—I'd kill her if she did—but that's not me."

Elusive shrugged and smiled. “Well, far be it from me to judge your taste in stallions. I myself am typically attracted to more sensitive mares with an understanding of fashion and the high life, but here we are sharing my bed together after some rather vigorous love-making.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were balls deep,” Havoc chuckled as she pressed her ass against his crotch.

Elusive grinned and nodded, hooves running along her flanks. “Not at all. But I normally don’t do this sort of thing, you know?”

“No, I don’t imagine you do. You're the kind of guy that wants fucking to mean something...” Havoc rolled on top of him and kissed him again. “But hey, I’m glad you made an exception for me. This was… this was fucking great. You’re, like… amazing. I bet you're gonna make some fancy broad really happy someday. Especially if you fuck her like you fucked me.”

Elusive smiled sweetly. “Well… thank you. That’s… that’s an awfully nice thing to say, even if it was a rather uncouth way of saying it." He paused, then stroked her face gently. "I guess that means you’re serious, then? About not wanting anything… more from this?”

Havocwing paused, then plopped down on his chest. “I mean… if things were different, yeah, I guess I’d be down to try something, y’know… serious. Like dating and shit, or whatever. But I don’t think it’d work out the way things are.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“My sisters and I aren’t exactly planning on sticking around forever. I think we’re leaving this weekend, actually.”

“Ah… yes, that’s right. Applejack mentioned that Miss Velvet had been complaining about that."

"Yeah, hey, what's that about, anyway? What does he see in her?"

Elusive shrugged. "I haven't the foggiest, but Applejack has certainly been more... relaxed, as of late." A little smile formed on his lips. "Bubble Berry's been giving him guff about hooking up with a mare that could be his long-lost twin sister."

"Ha! You don't know the half of it."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing, nothing. You were saying?"

"Yes, back to my earlier question, hmm? Where are you and your sisters going, if I might ask?”

“Oh, uh… y’know. Someplace far, far away from here,” Havocwing said dismissively, half because she couldn’t be entirely truthful and half because she legitimately didn’t know. “My sister Starlight handles all of the travel stuff and tends to keep things a surprise. So yeah, I just don’t have the time to do anything more than indulge in a little… y’know. This.”

Elusive seemed to consider this a moment, then wrapped his hooves around Havoc in a hug. “You know… I’m free tonight. Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Havocwing stared at him like he’d gone crazy. “What?”

“I mean, if it’s not too forward of me to ask, of course? I know this lovely little restaurant on the north side of town that serves the most amazing hay fries. My treat.”

“Are you… are you asking me out? Like… like on a date?”

“Why yes, indeed I am asking you out on a date.”

Havoc’s mouth curled in a little grin. “Dude, absolutely. When are you gonna pick me up? Or should I pick you up? I don’t know how these things go.”

Elusive chuckled. “I think each of us needs to get a little… cleaned up, before we go, hmm?”

Havoc turned her head and sniffed under her wing, wrinkling her nose. “Oh. Yeah. I didn’t realize sex would smell so... uh, smelly. I'm ripe.” She hopped out of the bed and rolled her shoulders. “So, uh, yeah, I’ll head back to my hotel and get all showered up—”

“Orrr…” Elusive said with a sultry grin. “You could just take a shower here with me?”

Havoc’s wings popped out suddenly, and from the look on Elusive’s face she could tell he was dead serious and quite amused. “Yeah… yeah that sounds amazing.”

Elusive rolled out of bed and gave Havoc a little peck on the cheek. “Then come along, my little firecracker, and let’s get all the stench of sex off, hmm?” In a sultry whisper he added. “Don’t worry, I’ll be very thorough.”

As he headed towards the bathroom, shaking his gorgeous ass just for her, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you doing this for me?”

“Hmm? Beg pardon?”

“You said it yourself, I’m not the type of mare you’re into. So… why are you doing this? It’s not because you’re in love with me or anything, so what is it?”

Elusive seemed to consider his next words carefully. “I believe you said that I’m the sort of stallion that knows how to treat a mare right. Well… I can tell that our little rendezvous was definitely a new experience for you. Be honest with me, dear: were you a virgin before you walked into my boutique?”

Havoc balked. “I… w-well… yeah.” She hung her head. “Yeah… I was. Sorry I was so… awkward…”

“Heavens, darling, perish the thought. There’s no need to be ashamed of this being your first time. I’m rather flattered you thought me worthy of the honor. And more than that… I think I was your first kiss, too?”

Havoc scuffed her hoof on the floor, embarrassed. “Yeah…”

“Well, that settles it then. I’m not the sort of stallion to deflower a mare and then just… just tell her to ‘get out’ and hope I never see her again.” Elusive approached Havocwing and put his hoof under her chin. “You are a beautiful mare, Havocwing. You deserve somepony in your life that can give you all that you want. And since apparently you and I can never be… then I feel it is my duty, nay, my privilege to let you experience something wonderful.”

Havoc just looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest, then smiled. “Wow. Y’know… when I met you, I thought you were, like, the perfect stallion. Just now, you proved it. I don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t need to say anything. It’s my pleasure.” Elusive gestured for her to walk with him. “Come along, then. Let’s get cleaned up and go get dinner.”

Havoc smirked, then nodded and followed along.

This day just keeps getting better and better, she thought.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, sister,” came Curaçao’s voice in her head. “And you doubted my plan. Tut tut, for shame. Remember ‘oo it is zat you are dealing wiz. My plans never fail.”

Curaçao?! Where the fuck have you been?! You totally left me to fend for myself—

“Ah ah, I merely set zee groundwork for you, dear ‘Avoc, and I knew zat was all zat you needed to snag zee object of your affection. I’d say you ‘andled yourself… quite well after zat, non?”

Well… I mean, yeah, but— Havoc’s train of thought suddenly crashed at the station when she glanced at the nearby window. Oh. Oh fuck. Were you spying on me while we were fucking?!

Curaçao didn’t respond.

Curaçao? Curie?! Answer me you blue bitch!