Some things are meant to remain secret; to forever toil in the shadows behind a smiling facade of playfulness and friendship. Rarity happens across such a secret one star-filled night, but can she steer towards the light, or with the intoxicating and seductive brew of power overcome her judgement? After all, that which should be feared the most is the friendly pony with the dagger behind their back.
Oh man, this was definitely a squeamfest for me up to the end. Should not have read this before bed. Hopefully I can squeeze in some other fic before it's time to brush my teeth.