Wait!, said Lyra anxiously.  
Bon Bon halted mid step.  
Do you think..?, said Lyra pointing a hoof to a locked wooden chest, recessed into its own decorative alcove.  
Bon Bon paused, gazing intently to Lyras eyes, she nodded her response.  
The mares brought forth secret keys on glittery spiders filament, hidden carefully within their manes. Each nervously moved the keys to the chest and placed each into the corresponding lock.  
On three., said Bon Bon.  
One..  
Two..  
Three!  
{click} Went the locks. The ancient carved chest creaked wearily open. Strange, eerie mists slithered over the edges and vanished as they touched the floor.  
At lassssst, said Lyra whose eyes glimmered at the contents.  
The mares reached in and pulled out two long and delicate items wrapped in black velvet and silver runic text, their faces feverish with glee and desire.  
It is spoken,, said Bon Bon in an ominous and practiced tone, That these items were wrested from an escaping hu… She paused momentarily, citing the need to conceal the name, from thee creature. And that these creatures items shall catch many more. And Thee creature knows the ways of the pony, and shalt scratch thy ponies ear in such methods that thee shall bring a total and eclipsing heavenly bliss. And that such ambrosia tis revered, hath experienced only by Princess Celestia and ye ole Star Swirl.  
The mares opened the velvet bags and withdrew their contents, in silent awe they held them up and aloft.  
Two small butterfly nets with the inscription J-Mart @ $3.99 were raised by the mares.  
It is done, the seal is severed., said Bon Bon. Tonight we dine in feels!  
ONWARD!!!, they yelled, as they careened and crashed through their front house door, bolting toward the Sisters Castle.  
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Twilight galloped without restraint to the same castle. Once inside she was guided by her own infused logic defiance mental-radar. Within moments, she arrived in the grey stone room where the children and the creature had been.  
Evidence!, spat Twilight.  
Her eyes shifted in hues, looking for any sign of alteration. Hoof prints, claws, dwindling heat signatures.  
A twinkle in her left eye.  
THERE!!! she said triumphantly.  
A small, white glittering scale propped at the corner of the room. Twilight collected it and held it close for inspection.  
You!, she spoke to the scale in a twisted voice, You are not right, my little pretty.  
Twilight magically drew forth a long cloak from her travel pack and dressed herself. She cackled with glee as she pulled over the hood. Ahahahaa. Ahahahhahaaaa  
Like a villain in an old black and white film, Twilight in a sinister fashion pulled the cape over her snout. With narrow eyes darting left and right she exited the room.  
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The psionic marshmallow spun cloth, pins, and thread like an invisible machine without components. Within the space of 3/4 an hour, lines of a dress were cut, pinned and sewn. Sweetie Belle commented to spike that she had never once seen Rarity so determined, at least since last week.  
After an hour and a bit, a dress, loosely pinned was formed.  
Oh Darling, would you look at you., said a sweltering and joyful Rarity.  
It looks great!, said Spike who with Sweetie Belle gathered around me.  
Darling, you look simply divine, certainly ready for the Canterlot Ball or even the Grand Gala.. Rarity with precision glances surveyed the dress, poking and tweaking small items that took her attention. Sweetie Belle, fan me.  
And so it was, Pimp your dragon became the latest trend in Ponyville.  
Rarity still enraptured with her exquisite effort staggered to a chair and wearily sat upon it. Darling,, she said as she reached down to the ancient book the children had bought in. Is this  
Raritys eyes were caught on the books inscriptions. She rapidly looked up at me, and then down to the books cover, and then back to me. Darling. I think Seraphi here needs to see Princess Luna straight away.  
Why is that?, asked Spike.  
Because this is her book., said Rarity pointing to Lunas name at the base, It looks like it was a gift to her from Star Swirl.  
How did you know that?, asked Sweetie Belle.  
Can my dear sister not read?, said Rarity who pointed to the smaller text below Lunas name.  
oooooohhhhhhh, riiiiight., said Sweetie Belle. How about that Spike. We totally missed it.  
Ok, well go see Princess Luna., said Spike.  
After derobing the pinned dress the children and I prepared to leave. From what the kids told me about the Princess, I garnered that she was some sort of emo-hoodlum who now spends nights terrorizing others for candy and affection, possibly both at the same time. That, and she was someone to be feared, as well as cared about, none of it made any sense to me…  
Im not some sort of monster slave for Princess Luna am I?, I asked the kids.  
Hardly., said Spike.  
Yeah! Shed have to fight both of us if she wanted to take you away from us., said a determined Sweetie Belle.  
You say she can move the whole moon with her own will?, I asked.  
Both nodded, as though it didnt matter.  
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Back in the lab, Twilight was jailed in her own arrangement of test tubes, cylinders, beakers, crystals, Bunsen burners, notes and test strips. She held up the tiny, glistening, white dragon scale.  
A sickly grin of defiance crawled over Twilights face.  
I knoooow yooooo., she said like a demented child in a horror film.  
Iiiiiit’s……HOMONCULUS MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!  
Hahahahahhahahahahaha!!!!