The Witch and her Thralls.






A Heartful Side-Story.





Princess Cadance. The Alicorn Princess of Love. Niece to Celestia. Foal Sitter of Twilight Sparkle. She was not a Witch Hunter. However, she had trained Twilight Sparkle in the art of sensing Witches. Now she was here. In Ponyville. Rarity smiled to herself, a gr

The Witches Princesses.





Twilight and Rarity stood at the very top of Mount Canterhorn. Their fur cloaks whipped in the wind, their legs chilled by the frozen air. But Rarity’s
plan would be seen through to the end. Today, Rarity achieved her greatest triumph. Today, Rarity claimed the ultimate prize of any Witch. “Are you certain, mistress?” Twilight asked and Rarity nodded. Tw

The Witches

Apprentice


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Rarity stared at her new thralls, the four of them staring listlessly at the wall. She’d used them until their minds broke. Applejack, Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were all but brainless, sex obsessed husks. They would do anything she said. Anywhere she said to do it. Pursing her lips, sh

The Witch’s Hunter.





Rarity stared straight ahead, barely hidden among the crowd. Staring back at her, as if there were no other ponies in town, was Twilight Sparkle. Princess Celestia’s star pupil. The most powerful Unicorn in Equestria. The most skilled Witch Hunter. The rumors were that Twilight Sparkle could tell if somepony was a witch simply by looking at them. If that was the case, Rarity was s

Enchanted Apple Pie.





Rarity, the Witch of the Everfree, strolled through town, late into the night. Hidden from prying eyes by her own magic, she was free to go where she pleased and do what she wanted. Her first stop... Sugar Cube Corner. A witch can’t persist on magic and fillies alone for long and keep her figure. Despite the name, Sugar Cube Corner also stocked healthy varieties of their treats, and th

The Witch’s Scoota-burger.





Scootaloo rolled back to her house, clutching her latest pay from Sugar Cube Corner in her hand. She’d made enough this month to pay off her house for the next two months
and
afford a new scooter. And some new clothes. And take Applebloom out to dinner. That last thought made a blush appear on her face and she slid to a stop and slapped her

Sweetie Belle and the Witch of Fabulosity.





Sweetie Belle rolled along the street, her rollerblades rattling pleasantly on the fancy brick sidewalks. Everywhere she looked, people were selling their wares. Swords, staves, axes, bows and arrows, even a few lances for cavalrymen. No one sold armor though. That was the job of the Apple Family. The best armor smiths in Ponyville. Rolling down the street, she angled o