“For the last time, no!” Rarity yelled attempting to slam the door in Blueblood’s face only to be stopped by a guard’s hoof.

Blueblood frowned. “Ms. Rarity I honestly believe you underestimate the value of my offer. Your business would boom and you certainly seem like you could use it. All that I ask for is for a simple date. Now what do you say?” He said, channeling all his charm into a smile.

Rarity smiled a little covering her mouth to suppress a giggle.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Blueblood asked taking a confident step into the shop.

“Well,” Rarity replied placing her hooves on his shoulders pulling him close, “I suppose I can only answer in one way.”

Blueblood chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning in for the kiss, confident that no mare could resist his charms before being tossed to the ground in a heap.

“I would have to answer that you are one of the most disgusting, loathsome, stallions that I have meet and I can and have dated rocks with more charm than you!” Rarity yelled hovering over a wide eyed Blueblood. The guard who flanked him could only stare onwards, jaws hanging open.

“Now kindly remove your sorry flank off of my property!” she screamed before turning to the guards. “As for you gentlemen, I highly suggest you request a transfer. This toad doesn’t deserve to be guarded by such gentlemen,” she said, seemingly losing all the anger she had just exhibited. “Now I bid you a good night,” she said slamming the door to the boutique shut behind her.

Blueblood lay in a heap on the ground in shock before violently shaking his head and reverting back to his normal state. “What are you idiots doing? Get your jaws off the floor and help me up!” he demanded.

The guards scrambled to complete their orders while Blueblood was busy getting all the dirt off his pristine coat.

“Take me to the nearest bar,” Blueblood groaned, as he was lifted back onto his hooves.




“This bar is horrid!” Blueblood exclaimed, throwing his hooves up in the air. A few farm ponies glared at him before returning to their drinks and conversations while Blueblood continued to complain. “First the vodka and now the scotch! Does this establishment have any good drinks?”
One of the guards spoke up. “Sir, if you wish to leave, we can do so.”

Blueblood glared at the guard. “Why so we can go to another bar of your choosing? No thanks. I believe we’ve already established that you have no taste in liquor,” He growled before struggling to swallow the rest of his scotch. “You know what you two are dismissed,” he continued slamming his glass onto the table.

The guards looked at each other.

“Are you too stupid to follow an order? You are dismissed. Remove yourselves from my parents. I don’t care if you go to have sex in the restroom just do it far out of my sight.”

One of the guards rolled his eyes as they got up from their seats, and left the bar. Blueblood picked up the menu and began to see if they had anything worth tasting.

“Someone seems upset.”

Blueblood groaned having to put down his menu without even being able to look at it the drinks available. “May I help you?” he asked in a manner that practically screamed for his visitor to leave. Unfortunately for Blueblood the pony wasn’t leaving.

It was a black unicorn with a fiery red mane that had now occupied the chair across from Blueblood. Blueblood couldn’t see his cutie mark but assume it was something akin to a pitch fork or a picture of the gates to Tartarus. Worst of all he wore a big grin that sent shivers down Blueblood’s spine as soon as he laid eyes on it.

“Actually I was wondering if you could. You seem like a man who’s upset about something and I was curious of what that would be?”

“Well for starters, you are turning out to be quite aggravating,” Blueblood replied, picking the drink menu back up.

“Aww don’t be that way, friend,” the unicorn replied taking the drink menu from Blueblood’s grasp. Blueblood began to grumble. “You look like the kind of man who wants the cider her anyways.”

“I suppose I’ll have to take your word on that,” Blueblood said before calling the waitress over. “Now, why are you here?”

The unicorn chuckled. “I excel at helping ponies with their problems and you are a pony with a problem. So I ask again, what’s the issue?”

Blueblood ordered some cider before responding. “It’s a mare,” he said bluntly.

The unicorn chuckled. “The fairer sex. Always is.”

Blueblood raised an eyebrow. “You’ve dealt with these problems before?” he asked while his drink was placed before him.

“Oh of course,” the unicorn replied after asking for a cider for himself. “Question is, how are you looking to improve yourself?”

Blueblood almost choked on his drink. After coughing and sputtering for a few seconds he finally was able to respond. “Improve myself? It’s her who needs the improvement!”

Unicorn grinned wider. “Ah, I see what you want.”

Summoning magic with almost no effort, the unicorn popped a small vial before Blueblood.

“That is the most powerful love potion in existence. One drop, she’ll give herself up for a week. Two drops, you’ll have her for a year. Three and you’ll have the most loyal trophy wife for the rest of your natural life. Interested?”

Blueblood considered it for a moment. “Is it curable?” he asked suspiciously.

“Two weeks of medical magic exposure, minimum,” the unicorn said reassuringly.

“How much?” Blueblood asked, glaring at the unicorn.

The unicorn took a swig of cider before sighing. “Here’s where it gets problematic bud. Potions like that take some energy. Added with the obvious risk of it being not exactly legal the cost comes to about one thousand bits.”

“Done,” Blueblood replied bluntly, pulling his checkbook out of the saddlebags his guards had carried for him (he noted he would have to carry them himself souring his mood quite a bit).

“Well then,” the unicorn said taking the check, “I expected a little more thought, but I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Now one note about the potion; you shouldn’t under any circumstances poison her with more than 5 drops.”

Blueblood raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?” he asked, sliding the potion and checkbook snuggly into his saddlebags.

“Well,” the unicorn started, checking around to see if anyone had caught onto their business. “Thing is more than necessary makes the mare in question into a total freak. It’s nice at first since you can get away with some real nasty stuff in the bedroom but it tends to tip off everypony who even remotely know the poor gal that something’s up.”

“I take it you know from experience?”

“Two weeks minimum to cure wasn’t a number coming out of my ass friend,” he said glancing around. “Well, I’ve gotta go handle some business elsewhere, but I’ll be around for about a month and should be here for about a month before I move on,” he said raising himself from his seat. For the first time Blueblood caught a glimpse of his cutie mark, it being a potion flask with no label. While not as bad as he’d imagined it did little to quell his unease.

“And what is your name?” Blueblood called out to the unicorn.

“That’s not important,” he called back. “Good luck with your lady troubles!”

And with that, he disappeared out the door. Blueblood shrugged as he gathered up his saddlebags and threw enough bits to cover the tab onto the table. After he gathered up his belongings he took his last swig of cider. He had to hand it to the stranger, he was right about recommending it.



“Hello and welcome to Rarity’s boutique where everything is... it’s just you again,” she groaned once she noticed who had entered her store. “Must I get a restraining order?” she mumbled to herself.

“Look Miss Rarity, I am here to make amends. I meant no offense,” Blueblood said turning on his charm. Rarity wasn’t falling for it.

“Wonderful, now that you have done so you can leave my shop,” she said turning to a dress she was working on.

“Come on Rarity. We both know that that isn’t a proper apology. Besides, we don’t want to waste a perfectly good bottle of champagne do we?”

“If I do this, will you leave me alone?” She groaned turning back to give him a pouty face.

“If that’s what you want, then yes I shall,” Blueblood replied.

“Well then I suggest you hurry up and pour us two glasses because I have many dresses to make. I shall be there once this one is finished.”

Blueblood nodded while on the inside he was dancing with excitement. He tried to reign in his excitement until he reached the kitchen. Once there he poured the glasses with the champagne. Once he was finished he pulled out the potion out and began to contemplate how much to put. Rarity was quite attractive and he could see being with her for a while, but he was never one to stick around with his conquests. While he was mulling it over a nasty thought came into his head. With a wicked grin he poured the entire vial into the potion.

“That is for ruining my coat, twice,” he whispered to himself.

Right as he threw away the vial Rarity walked into the kitchen. “Let’s get this over with.”

Blueblood casually handed her the drugged drink to Rarity who immediately drank the whole thing. “Now than I do believe you promised to leave.”

“Umm you sure?” Blueblood said in a panic, realizing the unicorn never specified how the potion worked. “There’s still plenty of champagne in the bottle.”

“Well it’s wonderful for you to offer but I must get back to work,” Rarity said walking to the door.

“Ar-are you sure,” Blueblood stammered as Rarity opened the door.

“Yes! I am quite sure!” Rarity yelled growing annoyed. “Now please, le—”

Rarity froze, staring wide eyed at Blueblood.

“Rarit—” was all Blueblood could manage before being tackled to the floor.



“Please don’t go!” Rarity cried, tears running down her face.

“I’m only going to get some food for us,” Blueblood replied in a panic.

“Oh I don’t need food, I need you!” Rarity yelled holding his hoof in a death grip.

Blueblood took a chance after kicking her off his hoof. To make a run for the door. He didn’t make it very far.

“We can go together,” Rarity pleaded.

“Honey, I appreciate the... clinginess but it’s been a week and I need to have some space.”

Rarity continued to cry while Blueblood struggled to free himself before coming to realization.

“Rarity you know what would make me very happy?”
Rarity got off of him almost immediately. “Yes my love what is it!” she squealed.

“I need you to make me a nice suit, and I want you to make yourself something sexy for tonight.”

Rarity giggled uncontrollably. “Yes, love oh most certainly.” She managed to say between giggles before dashing to her inspiration room.

Blueblood let out a sigh of relief and snuck out of the house.




“There you are!” Blueblood exclaimed sliding into the booth the unicorn was at.

“Ah I was just thinking of you friend. So how’s the potion working? Everything going as advertised?” the unicorn said with a grin.

“Oh it’s doing more than advertised and not in a good way!” Blueblood said as loud as he could without attracting attention. “She won’t let go of me unless I give her something to do and she treats me like I’m her god!”

“See I warned you not to use more than five drops. How many did you put in?”

“All of it!” Blueblood hissed through gritted teeth.

“Whoa nelly!” the unicorn chuckled. “I’ve met some greedy ponies, but to put the whole thing...”

“Look, you need to fix this mess before somepony gets suspicious,” Blueblood whispered looking around to make sure no one was listening.

“Alright friend, tell you what I’ll give you this here potion,” he said poofing a vial of a nasty green looking liquid on the table. “And all you have to do is this,” he continued poofing in a piece of paper and a quill.

Blueblood didn’t hesitate before signing and grabbing the potion. “Now do I give this for her or—”

“Calm down friend, that potion is for you. Now I suggest going to the restroom and drinking that ASAP!”

“Yes, of course,” Blueblood stammered before galloping off to the restroom.

The unicorn sighed, rising from the seat and began to proofread the contract.

Recognizing my faults and mistakes, I hereby commit my life to an eternity in Tartarus. I also recognize by accepting death’s embrace that my soul shall be used as the heads of Tartarus see fit. Should I say otherwise this contract may be used against me. Signed Prince Blueblood of Equestria.

The unicorn chuckled. It didn’t matter what the contract said, he would still find ponies to sign it. The fact that he had bagged a prince made the matter even better. Still Tartarus would soon need its potion master and he wasn’t one to lollygag once his business was done.