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Gummy,Pinkie Pie,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Dark,Horror,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

Phase Two

Pinkie Pie Lost the Plot

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<p>After a dreadful event one night, Pinkie Pie hasn't been the same and to say her friends aren't worried for her is an understatement.</p>

teen

2024-08-19T10:52:38+00:00

2024-08-19T10:52:38+00:00

The enigma that had befallen Pinkie that fateful night was a puzzle beyond anyone's comprehension. All the other ponies were left with was a perplexing image of Pinkie, her usual vibrant pink hue mysteriously subdued, a mystery that beckoned to be unravelled. Her coat was the darkest shade of grey any pony had seen. Not even her sister saw a shade that grey. This drastic change in her appearance, from her usual vibrant pink to this unsettling grey, only deepened the mystery and stirred a deep concern among the other ponies, which hung heavy in the air. The only animal that knew what happened to Pinkie was Gummy, but what can the crocodile say except stare into space and lick its eyes? His unusual behaviour only added to the unease that had gripped the ponies. The only clues the other ponies had were the cryptic words “cupcakes”, “glitter”, and “cake knives”. While Pinkie's usual chatter about cupcakes and glitter was harmless, mentioning cake knives in her delirium was deeply unsettling. The concern among the ponies was palpable as they tried to decipher the hidden meaning behind these seemingly innocent words. Pinkie, known for her lively and energetic nature, would now sit in the corner of the shop, staring at the corner, almost like something would come out of it and engulf her in Celestia knows what. This stark contrast in her behaviour, from her usual bubbly self to this eerie stillness, was a cause for great concern among the other ponies, intensifying the mystery of her condition. To say it was strange and unorthodox was a stupid remark to make. It WAS weird and unorthodox. From jumping off the walls, even buildings, to not moving a muscle? How was one pony not meant to be concerned for her health and wellbeing? Especially her mental health. If only one could peer into her troubled mind and witness the turmoil within, that pony would offer a comforting presence, encouraging Pinkie to share her burden and stare at the corner with a sense of solidarity, hoping to dispel whatever dark thoughts haunted her. Not even Twilight, the book nerd of the friend group and the pony who knew nearly everything had answers to the questions that arose from Pinkie’s behaviour. Not even the questions to these questions would have answers, and if there were answers, only more questions would arise, leading to a labyrinth of confusion and more questions. “Gummy, do you ever wonder what the world would be like if we didn’t have any cakes, cupcakes, or cake knives? Just imagine the chaos it would bring, the wonderful chaos of panic and discord. Ohhh! It makes my bones tingle with excitement just thinking about it.” Gummy licked his eye. Pinkie giggled. But not her usual innocent and cutesy giggle, oh no. Instead, a dark, sadistic giggle with such a dark tone made Gummy’s blood run cold. Or even stop completely as his eyes widened a bit more, if possible. Gummy wasn’t the only one who was concerned for Pinkie. Luna was standing outside the cake shop when she heard Pinkie speak, and to say that it didn’t affect her as well would be a rather stupid remark. Pinkie wasn’t bothered by the fact that she had lost the plot because of THEM on THAT night. Why would she care when her literal soul was sucked out and replaced by Celestia knows what? From such innocence to such psychopathic traits, only one could be left to wonder what in the world happened to their poor little Pinkie. Much to the surprise of Gummy, after a month of sitting in a corner and not moving at all or even remarking, Pinkie finally moved from her corner, almost like the creature or whatever she needed to emerge from the corner of the room already did. As if it had already engulfed her with whatever it needed to engulf her in. It had already completed its mission of engulfing her and telling her what it needed her to do. Sickeningly, her coat returned to its usual pink colour, but now with a tint of… red in her mane and coat. How? What? Why? So many questions can arise from this circumstance, and those questions rose in Gummy’s mind. How could his innocent and childlike owner suddenly just become so… sadistic that it caused his skin to crawl? Pinkie looked at Gummy and giggled again. She tilted her head sideways and looked at him. “It’s time for phase two, Gummy. And I’m starting with you,” Pinkie said in a simple yet dangerous voice. Gummy looked at her and licked his eye before moving backwards, slowly and calculated—one wrong move, and who knows what Pinkie would do to him. Maybe cook him alive? Or worse. Who knew? Pinkie left the candy store and walked past a shocked Luna. Phase two of what? In Celestia’s name, this was much worse than she had thought. Luna panicked and quickly used her magic to pull Pinkie back, but it was like a force field around Pinkie that caused Luna’s magic to bounce back from her and unable to reach her. Luna began panicking. This was not good. Twilight was in her treehouse, reading through a book about psychological behaviour and the brain. Spike stayed with Rarity that night, helping her the whole day with some things around her boutique. There was a knock on Twilight’s door. She looked up from the book, levitating it with her magic back to her reading stand before walking to the front door. There was no one outside. Twilight frowned, hoping not to be a victim of a bunch of filly’s stupid little prank. She closed the door before she heard another knock. She quickly opened the door and came face to face with… “Pinkie! Such a pleasant surprise to see you!” Twilight started before Pinkie walked into the treehouse, not taking her gaze away from Twilight with her sadistic smile still plastered on her face. She kept walking, pushing Twilight against a bookcase before looking down at her as if a sharp object were seen in her hair. There was a scream before silence. “Welcome to Phase Two”

Santander

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Original Character,Princess Luna,Dark,Mystery,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex

Solace of the Night

With each moonrise, Silent Night stands guard. Behind the door the mysterious invades have their way with a fellow Sarosian.

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<p>Silent Night is confused about many things. He does not know how the invasion took place or how they lost.</p><p>The mysterious invaders trot around with warm smiles and polite manners, but they cannot hide their true nature from him. Still, he stands guard for a purpose he does not understand, forced to witness the depravities he does not want to consider.</p><p>Will he be able to break whatever curse holds Equestria in submission, or will he succumb to the same emptiness that has claimed most of his fellow ponies?</p>

mature

2024-08-19T11:17:44+00:00

2024-08-21T09:14:31+00:00

Like every shift, Silent Night stood guard. Like every shift, she entered first. Like every shift, the invaders came after. Silent Night thought the group of invaders made an odd impression. Each in turn gave him a warm smile and nodded their heads; an onlooker could have mistaken them for honored guests, perhaps from somewhere beyond Equestria. Noticeably taller, their wide equine frames were not too dissimilar to the ponies of Canterlot. Yet there was something distinctly alien about them that Silent Night couldn't quite put his hoof on. Truthfully, there were many things he couldn't quite grasp these days. He knew he was a Night Guard. He knew he served her Majesty Princess Luna. He knew his duty was to guard this room. Beyond that, things got hazy. Silent Night turned to look out one of the palace windows. Canterlot stretched before him, its lights shining like stars under the spring moon. Some pegasi were playing with a storm cloud. Soft music drifted to his wary ears. A dog barked in the distance. Which is more real: the world inside or outside these walls? Everypony was living their regular lives. The Night Guards fulfilled their duties. The sun and moon continued their eternal dance. The weather proceeded on schedule. The food in the mess hall was warm and always served on time. Yet Silent Night knew something was deeply wrong in Equestria. The invaders walked around as if they belonged. Nopony stopped them. Nopony seemed to care. When looking at his fellow ponies, Silent Night always sensed something infinitely subtle was missing. In their eyes, there was cold emptiness. Like reflections in a slightly bent mirror, they seemed broken. But not her. No. Her eyes were burning like hungry embers. He saw her every night. She would enter the room. The invaders would enter the room. He would wait outside, dutifully turning the hourglass whenever it had run out. Some nights, he would turn it 3 times before they left. Some nights, it was 7 times. That night, it was somewhere in between. When the invaders left the room, again, each rewarded him with a warm, grateful smile and a nod of their head. As was their way. Glancing through the open door, Silent Night was struck by the scene before him. He was no artist, but the composition filled him with beauty and wonder. Pillows were scattered across the room in reckless disarray. The scented candles fought a losing battle against the odors of sweat and sex. Clothes, food and some items best not considered, added to the confusing mess. Its obvious, singular purpose made the room exude grimness and barbarity. In the middle of this display stood the figure of a slim Sarosian mare. The lightning was spectacular. Grey shadows buried most of the interior, but a single ray of light from the waning moon was coming through the crystalline skylight, falling right on her. A soft glow lit up her dark coat and accented her piercing, yellow eyes. As though a single flower was blooming on a barren cliff after a violent thunderstorm. Surprisingly, the whole world seemed to come alive. Like snapping awake from what griffins call ‘Sekundenschlaf,’ those terrifying moments when sleep steals over you for just a second, blurring the line between wakefulness and the oblivion of dreams. For a moment, the haze hanging over his thoughts evaporated, and everything was clear. Silent Night thought his fellow ponies were missing some part of their soul. Now, he knew that she had whatever they did not. Just as the feeling of enlightenment came, it vanished in a heartbeat. She only considered him with a quick, curious glance while casually trotting out of the room and down the hall. Her hoof steps gradually fading into nothingness, long after her slender form was swallowed by the dark corridor. Silent Night considered how he might seem to her. Was he a light, flickering in the barren wasteland of broken automatons and strange invaders, or was he just another ghost to her? Was he just as empty, just as hollow and just as lost as all the other ponies, following a set routine long after it had lost any of its purpose. He would have liked to ask her, but fate had found fit to leave him without voice. As was his duty, Silent Night vigilantly stood guard for the rest of his shift, determinant to ignore the scents creeping out of the door and assaulting his nostrils with painful implications. Returning to his quarters, the impressions of that night lay heavily on his mind, as he drifted into an uneasy sleep filled with disturbing scenes. Next night would be the same. As was every night. They flowed together and away from each other like fabric woven by a mad seamstress. Silent Night had become adept in blocking out the sounds emanating from the room he guarded so diligently each shift. The rhythmic thumping seldom penetrated the shell of his wandering thoughts. Only when he was careless did he consider the barely audible ultrasonic waves crashing against the door like water on a beach. Every Sarosian knows that their high frequency echolocation has trouble penetrating walls and doors. However, standing right outside the room, his magically aided hearing was just able to pick it out against the other noises of the night. Most ‘regular’ ponies are not aware that Sarosians tend to emit ultrasound when others would audibly laugh, scream or moan. From his schooling, Silent Night remembered that, just like their infamous teeth, this was due to a kind of evolutionary adaption, but not needed anymore in modern Equestria. Some Sarosians would even train themselves to get rid of this behavior to better fit in with other ponies, who tended to see their race as quiet and emotionless. Several of his fellow ‘Bat Ponies’ even went so far as to get rid of their teeth, as to not unsettle the more squeamish city folk. Done magically, the procedure was painless but expensive, so some of them resorted to the ‘clipper’. Nightmare of any Sarosian filly and colt, as often threatened as punishment to misbehaving foals, the crude instrument could clip off the sharp, batlike fangs. Being extremely painful and somewhat dangerous, only the very desperate went that far. Tonight, losing himself in these idle thoughts was not enough to drown out the noises from the room. They penetrated his mental defenses and made themselves known to his conscious mind. His last resort was the recitation of the Solace of the Night. The poem was said to have been composed by her majesty Princess Luna herself (before her banishment) and is supposed to contain some subtle magic to calm the mind. Any Night Guard worth their salt could recite those verses in their sleep if necessary. *Thump* *Thump* In the quiet hooves of night, Where shadows softly weave, I find a solace in the dark, A place where dreams can breathe- *Eeeeeeeeep* The stars, like whispers, sing to me, Their light a gentle guide, And in the silence, peace unfolds, As all the world subsides- *Thump* *Thump* The moon, a tender guardian, Holds secrets in her glow, And in her silver light, I find A comfort few can know- *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* For in the stillness of the night, When all is cloaked in deep, I find the solace that I seek, In night’s embrace- *Eeeeeeeep* The mantra was interrupted by a particularly forceful wave of ultrasonic sound. Accepting that he would not find peace tonight, Silent Night surrendered his attention to the unrelenting rhythms. All he wanted now was to hear her voice. But each time she and he locked eyes for a moment, they had not spoken to each other. He because he couldn’t, she because she wouldn’t. He had never heard her voice. After almost 6 turns of the hourglass, the door opened. The invaders leaving first and then she. Everything in the usual manner. Standing in the corridor alone once again, Silent Night was considering his situation with unusual clarity. Everything and everypony around him seemed broken. Still, he wasn’t doing anything other than what he had always been doing. There were many ponies smarter and more powerful than him. They must be aware of the plot. Except they weren’t. His guard captain, Nightfall, was the sort who was afraid of nothing, not even the sky falling. If his superiors had ordered him to charge into a dragon’s cave, he would only have stopped to express his gratitude for the trust bestowed into him, before flying into almost certain death. As with all the others, none of Silent Night’s written letters and entreaties stirred him. Nightfall expertly navigated the guards along the familiar lines of routine as they always had been, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. Strange thing was, Silent Night was unsure how all of this came into being in the first place. He could clearly remember his foalhood, his old friends, his schooldays. He knew his family his colleagues and could chart out his life from early memories until adulthood. There was, however, some formless curtain hanging in his mind between these memories and his current situation. Like in a dream, he knew who he was, but the precise circumstances of how he had ended up where he was at that time eluded him stubbornly. The knowledge that an invasion had taken place was deeply rooted in his mind, like an unmoving rock in the shifting sands of a desert. How this knowledge came to him, Silent Night was unsure. He did not remember the events of the invasion, how Equestria had lost. Neither did his surroundings reflect this reality. There were no signs of conflict, no signs of struggle or destruction. Due to his profession, he was familiar with many ponies in the military. As far as he was aware all of them were accounted for, none had died in war or struggle recently. Similarly, the exact nature of the enemy was eluding him. Though seeing them each night, he was not able to recall the exact details of their appearance, even their race was somewhat in question. They were tall and equine, yes, but everything else was lost beyond the haze. As with recalling the images of a fading dream, the more he clung to the memories, the faster they evaporated. Like soft mist in the dawn. The only logical conclusion was that everypony was under some sort of spell. Some curse, some hex or some charm which trapped them into their daily routines. Surely the bearers of the elements, the princesses, or some other pony would make themselves known and free Equestria from this stranglehold. Even as he tried to cement these thoughts in his brain, Silent Night felt the gnawing of doubt. He had dealt with many victims of trauma. Denial and the creation of an alternate, fictional reality, in which all the problems would soon be solved by some miracle, was very common. But how was she different? Why was she the only pony who seemed truly alive and intact in this nightmare world? Silent Night resolved to find out. Maybe she was the key to understanding whatever ills had befallen Equestria. Maybe through her they would be able to lift this curse that had been set upon ponykind. Finally, Silent Night decided that he needed to act even if nopony else was going to. These thoughts clung to his mind and followed him through the end of his shift, to his quarters and ultimately to sleep. The following night, while guarding his door, anxiety weighed upon his belly, like he had swallowed a hot, heavy stone. Silent Night considered the fact that he was armed, and the invaders were not. Even their powerful bodies would not be able to stand against a determined Night Guard with a weapon, he was sure of it. Then why did he not simply storm the room? Was it because it would go against his orders? He considered that in his excitement, there was a different feeling as well. A feeling which he had been able to smother with great efficiency until now. Some part of him, hidden in the dark recesses of his consciousness, wanted to walk into that room, not to stop the proceedings. That part wanted to join in. Feeling disgusted and ashamed, Silent Night could not stop a stirring in his stallionhood as this awareness finally fought its way to the surface of his mind. No, he would wait until she was alone. And so he did. That night, the hourglass was turned only 3 times before the door opened. As the invaders receded from sight, after a moment’s hesitation, Silent Night entered the room. His hooves seemed to echo strangely off the empty walls and pillowed floor. Resolutely, he trotted up to the mare, who was simply sitting in her usual spot in the center of the room, her eyes dreamily looking upwards through the skylight. Gingerly, he pulled a piece of paper out of his dark uniform and held it in his muzzle as he gently touched her shoulder to get her attention. The mare calmly turned her wistful face away from the skylight and considered the message. I know that something is wrong, I can see that you are different. I want to help you to get out of here. She lifted her gaze to look into his pleading eyes, but only gave him a soft, apologetic smile. “I am free to leave, as are you. You must know this”, her quiet, steely voice contrasted and accentuated her seeming fragility. There was a force behind there like a meandering stream carving its way through a mountain. After finally hearing it, he knew that it was impossible for her to have had any other voice. Truthfully, Silent Night was not wholly surprised. The invaders had not shown any sign of coercion towards her or anypony else. She came and went alone, unobserved, unguarded and unfollowed. He quickly scribbled down another message for her with his clumsy mouth. Then why do you do this? As she read this, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “Have you ever considered that maybe I because I want to?”, she asked with kindness but also a hint of mockery in her voice. Not waiting for a reaction, her features softened again as she continued in a conspiratorial whisper: “But no, you are right of course. I know that something is wrong. I was not able to contact her majesty or anypony high of station unaffected by this madness. This is why I have made it my mission to collect as much intelligence as possible on these invaders. As soon as whatever resistance is out there makes contact, I will be able to provide them with key information. I have compiled a list of strengths, weaknesses, and characteristics of approximately 148 individual invaders. This intelligence will be helpful to whoever will defeat them.” Feeling impressed and shocked by this revelation, Silent Night’s face must have been an open book to the her. “Any damage to my mind, body or soul is secondary to the mission, I will stop at nothing to see Equestria liberated”, her determined whisper was filled with terrible purpose. Getting over his surprise, Silent Night resolutely scribbled another message. How can I help? “I can see that you too have retained something of yourself. Our positions as guards convey many strategic advantages. Observe their comings and goings, their routines. Make a note of everything, no matter how inconsequential or trivial it seems. Who knows what may be important. Most importantly, stay sane. Keep your head on straight. Retain whatever piece of yourself it is that keeps your eyes open. Hold it close to your heart like the treasure it is. And don’t let them notice.”

Santander

563672

Original Character,Princess Luna,Dark,Mystery,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex

Solace of the Night

With each moonrise, Silent Night stands guard. Behind the door the mysterious invades have their way with a fellow Sarosian.

incomplete

<p>Silent Night is confused about many things. He does not know how the invasion took place or how they lost.</p><p>The mysterious invaders trot around with warm smiles and polite manners, but they cannot hide their true nature from him. Still, he stands guard for a purpose he does not understand, forced to witness the depravities he does not want to consider.</p><p>Will he be able to break whatever curse holds Equestria in submission, or will he succumb to the same emptiness that has claimed most of his fellow ponies?</p>

mature

2024-08-21T15:06:09+00:00

2024-08-21T15:06:08+00:00

Canterlot’s streets were eerily quiet, the usual hum and bustle of activity completely absent. Lanterns cast an orange glow, illuminating pools of light on the empty paths. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the few trees lining the streets. Aside from the occasional stray cat or the distant clopping of hooves, there were no sounds to disturb the stillness. Silent Night pulled his leathery wings tighter around his body as he wandered aimlessly down the deserted city. The early morning chill seeped into his bones, but he kept walking, consumed by his own thoughts. Stores, restaurants, and offices stood dark and shuttered, leaving the cityscape with a haunting, abandoned feel. Occasionally, a carriage would pass by, the motion briefly cutting through the gloom before disappearing around the corner. Silent Night would pause, watching it fade, then continue on, his hoofsteps echoing on the cobblestones. The sky gradually lightened from inky black to a deep indigo as the first hints of dawn approached. But for now, the city remained trapped in this liminal space between night and day, alive but dormant, waiting for the world to wake up around it. Silent Night knew that would never happen. The city might become more active. Ponies would roam the streets in a buzzle of activity. But the world was asleep, and the sunrise would not rouse it. He considered if he might be dreaming. What a wonderful feeling it would be to wake up and find everything in order and as it should be. While it was tempting to surrender to these fantasies, Silent Night knew in his heart that he was awake. Just as the mare had told him, Silent Night was making note of any irregularity he saw, anything that seemed strange. However, the persistent gnawing of doubt returned to his mind. While the sarosian mare was more awake than the others, there was something else wrong with her. He couldn’t quite put his hoof on it yet. Perhaps it was the way she spoke to him. It had been like she was reciting an often-repeated verse. Anxiety again made itself known in his stomach as a suspicion dawned on him. How often had he been tempted to give in to the fantasy of some alternate world, some reality in which everything would be well? What if that’s what she had done? As much as he wished to, he was unable to shut off his analytical mind. Sharply trained in the investigation branch of the Night Guard, it arrived at its terrible conclusion. She was delusional. While she had kept alive whatever spark had been lost in his fellow ponies, her mind had clearly sought another escape. Clearly, she was simply rationalizing her actions and imagining herself as a kind of agent behind enemy lines, waiting for resistance fighters to pick her up. Resistance fighters who would likely never arrive. Waiting for her ‘intelligence’ reports to make a difference in a liberation that would never happen. But how could he be sure she was the crazy one? He, unable to even explain his own actions. He, utterly confused about the world around him. He, following the same, pointless routine every night for no reason he could understand. Well, even with his clouded mind, Silent Night’s special talent for deduction had not left his side. Her words and her actions simply did not line up. Even if there was a resistance somewhere, and even if she was ready to sacrifice anything to liberate Equestria, spending every night sleeping with the invaders was not a sensible course of action. Then, there was the way she talked to him, the way she looked at him. Remembering the scene, he saw what he hadn’t noticed before. She wasn’t only trying to convince him; she was mostly trying to convince herself. She didn’t truly believe what she was saying. The inherent need to be honest is so strong within ponies, that they often accidently reveal the truth even if they intend to lie. The last piece of the puzzle falling in place, Silent Night thought back on the first words she spoke to him when he asked her why she was doing this: Have you ever considered that maybe I because I want to? Silent Night let out a deep sigh he hadn’t realized he was holding in. If she wanted to give in to her delusions and enjoy her time doing so, who was he to stop her? Surely it was better than what miserable existence he was living. How was he going to break the chains wrapped around Equestria? By standing outside a door and listen to her having sex every night? He grinned warily at that. Compared to his strategy, her approach was brilliant. He looked up to see where his hooves had taken him, while he was absorbed within his own mind. The donut shop before him was already closed. It enjoyed an almost mythical reputation among the Night Guard, as the opening times reached deep into the late hours. With a yawn, Silent Night spread his wings, let them catch the rapid mountain winds and took off. Rapidly gaining some distance from the mountain city, he let the thermals push him upwards. From up there, it almost seemed like nothing was amiss. Just the first stirrings of another Canterlot morning. Princess Celestia would raise the sun, and all would be well. Lazily, he let himself glide back to the castle. The barracks of the Night Guard were well shielded from the sunlight and sounds of the morning, but Silent Night could not turn off the rumblings of his mind. As he had done often recently, he kept reciting the Solace of the Night in his head before drifting to sleep. On the following evening, not knowing what else to do, he donned his armor, took his spear from the rack, and reluctantly trotted to his usual post. Like clockwork, the routine of every night seemed to repeat itself. Right on time, the mare arrived and without any indication that the previous night’s interaction had ever happened, she entered the room. However, as the invaders came, something changed. Just as the last one was about to enter the room, he hesitated. The invader stood inside the doorframe and turned his head towards Silent Night, considering him with those kind, thoughtful eyes. Time seemed to stop for a moment, as Silent Night’s heart skipped a few beats. A knowing, conspiratorial smile appeared on the invader’s muzzle as he glanced into the room and back to Silent Night. The invader nodded towards the room invitingly, gesturing for Silent Night to enter. While some part of the Night Guard desperately wanted to follow the invitation, the rational voice in his mind would not allow it. He knew that it was wrong, even if the mare was doing this of her own free will, she likely was confused and delusional. He determinately shook his head. Giving him another kind smile, the invader simply nodded, entered the room and closed the door behind him. Like the night before, Silent Night was unable to ignore the realities of what was happening just a few steps behind him. Even worse, he kept imagining himself inside the room. The inviting smile of the invader would not vanish from his mind’s eye. What would it feel like to stroke her dark mane, to gently touch her wings with his own? What would her scent be like when he ran his muzzle down her slim body. What would it feel like when their lips softly touched… With some shame, he observed that his member had become almost fully erect. When was the last time he had slept with somepony? He wasn’t quite sure, time flowed strangely these days. Forcefully shifting his attention away from these fantasies, a kindling of rage ignited in his heart. Of course, this was wrong! How could he let these moonforsaken invaders exploit the mental state of his fellow Night Guard? He was sworn to protect, for Luna’s sake. He was sworn to give his blood and life to defend his fellow ponies, the crowns and Equestria itself. No, this had gone far enough, no more. Quickly adjusting his armor and readying his spear, Silent Night followed this sudden impulse and ripped the door open. He didn’t know what he had expected to find, but he was still stunned. At the center of the room the sarosian mare was sandwiched between two of the invaders. Laying with her back on his belly, his cock entered her rear, while her tail was lazily wrapped around his left hindleg. Another invader was standing right above them, his member deeply inside her from the front. Her dark coat did little to cover a crimson blush in her face, which was contorted in pleasure. The others in the room clearly were not able to perceive high frequency sounds. Without the door to block them, her ear-splitting ultrasonic moans almost drowned out any other noise. The two invaders themselves occasionally let out satisfied huffs and groans in rhythm to their asynchronous thrusts. Silent Night suddenly felt supremely awkward. He was not even able to shout out his anger and indignation and nopony else had seemed to notice him. Like a candle dropped into a lake, the rage that had flamed up within him was extinguished in an instant. Glancing quickly around the room, the picture became even stranger. Near the walls and edges of the room, several invaders were lazily stretched across the pillows and were calmy watching the proceedings with their strangely kind expressions. The moon shone through the crystal pane like a stage light, illuminating the actors of this perverse performance. Just as Silent Night decided to retreat from the room and reevaluate the situation, the first heads started to turn towards his him. Their faces did not reveal any sings of surprise, shock or anger, but barely even flickered as they looked at him. After what felt like hours, but were probably seconds, the attention of the ‘performers’ in the middle of the room slowly shifted towards him as well. Her eyes still fixed on the skylight, the mare was still blissfully unaware of him, while the invaders above and below her glanced towards Silent Night. This however only lasted a few moments, as the mare noticed her companions now being otherwise occupied. Silent Night would never forget the moment her head turned towards him. Again, time slowed to a crawl as she fixed him with those burning yellow eyes. Unable to move, think, or do anything, Silent Night sucked in all the impressions around him like a dry sponge. Instead of pausing or slowing down, the two invaders in the center even intensified and quickened their thrusts as the faces of the observers in the room grew uncharacteristically excited. Focusing back on the mare, Silent Night saw as a terrible recognition spread across her face. For the first time, she saw herself through his eyes. Not as she imagined herself to be, but as a confused, delusional mare who created a dream world for herself so she could escape a bleak reality. Paradoxically, this triggered a sudden surge of pleasure, rippling through her body from head to tail. Her slender body locked up for a split second, and as her moans paused, the world was incredibly still. Returning with a thundering intensity, the following moan signaled the apex of a deep orgasm. Her eyes still locked on him; they flared up like shooting stars on a moonless night. Then they began to dim. Silent Night watched in growing horror, as her eyes became ever duller, until she finally looked just like any of the other ponies. Just as empty and broken as the rest. With terrible certainty, he knew that they would not light up again. He knew that something within her had given away at that moment, some floodgate had been opened and the river of life within her, that had seemed so unbending, had flowed away and been sucked up by the soil. Not being able to avert his gaze, Silent Night suddenly felt utterly alone in the world. He had just watched the last star on his horizon flicker out into nothingness. The last lighthouse in the storm had gone utterly dark. The world ought to have ended just in this moment. However, the unrelenting wheel of time kept turning. Even through his shock, Silent Night could not turn off his cursed analytical mind observing what followed. The invaders were not at all bothered, but instead looked at the mare with deep satisfaction. Having stopped his thrusts, the stallion above her planted a tender kiss on her forehead, as he carefully removed his cock from insider her. It exited her with a barely audible pop. Only some fluids came with it, obviously he hadn’t orgasmed himself. Likewise, the invader below her, gingerly applied his hooves to her small frame and pulled her towards his face, while he stretched out his flank, to let his own somewhat limp member carefully slide out of her rear. With it, came a thick torrent of pearly semen, which first meandered down both of their flanks until it collected in a small puddle between his rear hooves. Unlike his partner, he had clearly enjoyed the heights of pleasure. Adding to the bizarre situation, a thumping of hooves started around the room, as the observers respectfully tapped the floor in applause. The show was over. The sick performance had ended, and the curtains had closed on the stage.

Zebrowski

563685

Starlight Glimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death

The Alicorn toy

Covert knowledge. Dark magic. Boundless curiosity. Someday it's surely going to end...

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<p>Covert knowledge. Dark magic. Boundless curiosity. Someday it's surely going to end...</p><hr/><p>This is a translation of <a href="https://ponyfiction.org/story/17265/" rel="nofollow">my story</a> from Russian. I hope I didn't make too many mistakes, huh. If you find any, be sure to let me know, it will help me become a little bit better.</p><p>Huge thanks to <i>repitter</i> for helping me with editing and finding mistakes</p>

teen

2024-08-19T16:47:08+00:00

2024-08-19T16:47:08+00:00

E̵͈̮̹̘͐̿̆͋̒̀͘͝#̶̼̏͐̿̎̀͂̃̈́0̸̙̩͖͔̯͆͐̊̓̀͘͝~̷̧̳̐͌̄̾a̷̧̤̰̪̗̞̦̭̍̓̃Ÿ̷̥̮̲̘̓̈́̔̈͐̈́͐͜*̷͍̜̭̓̋̇͛į̶̛̩̠͈̲̲̥̈̐͒̒^̶̺̍̕͘n̵͕̍̀ She twitch, opened eyes sharply, then rested fore hooves on the surface beneath her and lifted herself up. In front of her was a field of wet earth and withered, dead grass. The horizon was drowned in a gray haze. She looked around, but no matter where she looked, the picture didn't change. No buildings, no trees, no living beings. Emptiness and gray gloom overhead. She get to feet carefully and took a step, then another, but nothing changed, only the grass crumbling and rustling beneath her hooves. ”Where am I?” she asked, and the sound of her own voice in the silence made her shudder, it seemed so unexpectedly loud. She coughed and tried to remember how she got here, but... nothing. About where she was. What year is it, what day is it, finally, who she is... Nothing. Empty. Not a single memory in her head. ”Is there…” she wanted to ask, but immediately flattened her ears back in fear. She didn't understand why, but the thought immediately occurred to her that it would be better not to make any noise. Not to attract attention... Whose? Whose attention? a new thought flashed across her mind, but there was no answer. She looked around, but not finding any landmark and decided to just stride in a random direction. Step. Step. Step. The ground, dead grass and haze still floated out in front of her, sliding past and fading behind her. ”…” Her ears flicked up. Some kind of sound, an indistinct echo, reached her from somewhere in the right front, making her stop and freeze. Listening with holding breath. ”...on…” She sprang forward. Hooves thudded, carrying her lightly over the springy ground. The grass shattered to dust under her thrust, and a ghostly plume stretched behind her. ”No... eas... a-a...” came from far to the right, almost behind her. She stumbled, her legs tangled, but she was able to hold on and scraping the ground with hooves, darted in a new direction. ”Hey! Who's there? Answer me!” She shouted, still running. Her ears fluttered, trying to catch the slightest sound. ”I'm here!” It sounded very close, somewhere to the left. The unicorn corrected her running course, but then she almost fell over when she heard a scream filled with terror and pain. ”What- Aah! No, no, no, let me go! A-a-akhhh...” She braked and focused on listening. When someone’s voice cut off abruptly, her heart began to thump a wild rhythm. The blood in her ears was loud and deafening. Breathing deeply, she stared into the haze, but she couldn't make out anything. Sharp glance around - nothing, not on the sides or behind her. Silence. She took several deep breaths. Overcoming her fear, she took a step in the direction where she'd last heard the scream. And another step. And another. Finally, as her heart began to calm and noise in her ears subsided, her eyes caught a glimpse of a faint shadow in the haze. Step. The shadow seemed closer. Step. She saw the ground ripped up by the hooves. The trail stretched on. Step. Something dark was lying on the ground. It barely moved, as if the wind was flattering a mourning shawl in the grass. Step. She was terrified. She could make out a body, a head, legs. But it all looked shaky, unnatural. It seemed to waver, like mud in the water, as if someone had walked across the bottom, disturbing the silt. Absolutely black silt. She stood breathless, afraid to move. When she came to her senses, she took a step back. Step. Step. When the shadow was almost hidden in the haze, she gasped. And immediately regretted it - a soft rasping, rustling, moaning sound came from the shadow. She walked on again, slowly, quietly, hoping it would be all right. The shadow, disappearing for a moment behind the haze, began to reappear a few seconds later, but now it wasn't lying on the ground - it was standing. It's coming for me... it's coming behind me! she thought in a panic, feeling the horror coming on. The rustling grew louder and louder, and with it the shadow became clearer and clearer. Step. Step. Step. She was backing away, afraid to stop, afraid to turn tail on it. And so she saw it clearly as something came into clarity. It echoed the shape of the pony's body, but it was all made up of a wavering, shaky shadow. Like a swarm of gnats. Like a carpet of spiders. Without moving its legs, more like flowing forward in parts, it followed. I need to stop it... I need... I... I need light! the convulsive thoughts flashed through her mind. As if awakening from a dream, the knowledge began to seep into her memory. A formula... A force... A horn! she realized and calling to her body. The warmth of hope surged, growing in her chest. She drew confidence from it, wrapping the power emanating from within in a shell of knowledge, shaping and guiding. A moment later, a blue spark, bright as a sun that had forgotten this place, darted forward. The spark hissed through the chest of thing, and then faded into the wet earth. The reviving shadow swayed, shake, faded, and moved to follow her again, covering the hole. No! More! I need more! She created another spark, then a second, a third. When the fourth hit thing, the shadow turned gray and crumbled. She almost yelped in shock as paper-thin, translucent bones slid out of the scattered shadows. As bones struck the ground, they burst into flames, flew up in flaming sand, and turned into a brightly colored bird that flew straight toward her. ”No!” she exclaimed in fright and trying to dodge the energy, but she couldn't. The flash flew straight into her chest and... ... and she felt a pleasant warmth. Her heart, which had been pounding furiously before, began to slow down. She felt that this energy was not evil. It was like an embrace. The warmth of a living body. A forgiveness. I-I did everything right, a thought occurred to her. Whoever it was, now he had found peace. She sat down with her head bowed. A speck of dust on the withered grass was all that remained of thing. But I heard voices... they were alive, before... before... Her heart, thudding painfully, continued its measured pace. She took a few deep breaths and exhaled, calming down finally. I need to move. I need to figure out what's going on. I can protect myself. And I hear there are pony alive here. Maybe if I… Her ears twitched, picking up a sound. She spun her head, trying to figure out what she was hearing and where it was coming from. But when she did, she immediately felt a terrible, paralyzing fear: the grass was rustling, on all sides. They heard me. They heard my scream! They… they came for me. She leapt up, feeling her legs trembling. There were many of them... She turned one way, then the other. Everywhere she looked, there were new shadows through the haze. Nowhere to run. Again and again she sent sparks into the approaching shadows and spun in one spot. One of them fell, and the ashes, turned into a fiery bird, flew away into the gray gloom in the sky. Then another one. Once more and more... How many of them are here?! flashed a panicky thought. She was already feeling tired and internally exhausted when another bird rise from the ashes and flew toward her instead of the heavens. I can handle it. I must cope! A moment of warmth, a surge of strength gave her hope, but then the realization came to her. It was close, that's why the bird flew towards me... Break free! I must to break out of the ring! Panicking, she began to put more and more energy into each spark, trying to break through the path in front of her. She managed to take a step, then another, but her strength quickly faded. She swayed on unsteady legs and sank to the ground. ”N-no... no!” She cried out, trying to get up again, but then something slid up behind her. She felt her flesh crackle, drying, as the shadow touched her back. She shrieked, trying to kick, trying to crawl away, tearing up the ground with her fore hooves, but soon the cold reached her heart, stabbing and.... Я̸̛̠̠͙̖̄̊͊̀͝x̶̢̛͙͆̏̂ͅR̵̫̖̹̣̮̽7̷̝̤̓̈́́̋́̉́́̚ã̸͚̘͍̀̇c̶̩͚͍͙͖̯͇̜͌̇͝ͅ@̷̹̀̋̑̅͆̚+̷̛͔̫͕̣̭̳̲̒ǫ̵̰̖̱̗̪͆͑̇̂H̷̡̙̥͚̳̲͇͚̻̔̇̈͒̔͊̀ She jerked sharply. She took a deep breath. Her eyes opened wide. Her gaze raced around her surroundings in fright. Nothing. Getting dirty in the mud, she struggled to her feet on the third try and she looked around in a huff. The body was convulsing - the mind still remembered that intolerable, drying pain, terrifyingly fast and yet unbearably slow, creeping under the hide, the way it consumed every cell and made it squirm, screaming in agony. Unable to hold back her tears, she fell to her knees. She was pounding with sobs. She tried to hold back, to calm down, afraid that the noise would attract the shadows and she would have to go through it all over again, but she couldn't. Burying her face in the dry grass and covering herself with her hooves, she continued to sob, whimpering softly in fear… ...until she felt the pain. She never noticed the shadows coming. F̶̧͓̝̼̞͗̿̅̒̑̚͜͝2̵̧̡̢̛̜̟̥̩̪̼̋͌̅̄̏͝͝P̵̗̜͒̔r̷̢̢̠̞̘̖̹̰̯̉̈́̌͂͒́͂̈a̶̠̻͇͉̫͌́̈́̿̈́͛͌̔c̸̣͈̳̱̟̋̌̇̾̈́̑̎͘͠$̷̨̨̪̟͔̜̏̈́͘ḯ̷͚̜͇̏̈́̋́̀͠≯̭̟̠̘̒̂͊%̷̢̨͙̰̱̖̠̲̃ She jerked sharply. But this time, she didn't get up. Squirming, she whimpered softly, biting down on her foreleg. I don't want this! Why is this happening?! I don't want this! The pain she'd inflicted on herself made her wake up and clear her thoughts. She slowly lifted herself up on her hooves, wiping away tears. This place was different. Instead of a vast field of dead grass, there were huge, rough-hewn slabs of stone beneath her feet. There was sand and small dead bushes in the joints between them. A sparse rain dripped from the sky. But, as before, the haze made it impossible to see far, and a gray gloom hung overhead. Looking around worriedly, she moved forward, keeping along the joints between the slabs. Lightning flashed in the far distance. Maybe if I stay in one direction, I'll find something. It's a road. Or a town. It's just impossible that I won't find something along the way. Thunder rolled to her hearing, quiet and muffled. Step. Step. Step. She moved forward. Her hooves clattered softly on the stone. Her ears kept listening to the silence, trying to catch the eerily familiar rustle. Nothing. Step. Step. Step. She stopped. The slabs beneath her feet were several times longer than her body. She'd walked a dozen of them already, but nothing was changing around her. She turned right. Step. Step. Step. Nothing. Impossible. Insanity. Is this place infinite? Where do I go? What do I do? What... ”…” Oh… no. No-no-no… She squirmed, not wanting to hear what came through the fog. It's happening again… It's happening again. They'll be here soon… ”...on’t! A-a-a!” She whimpered again at the terror climbing to her soul, at the feeling of helplessness, at the phantom pain that skittered like a thousand spiders under her skin. She didn't want to feel it all again. I-I have to pull myself together. I have to be quiet. I have to avoid them at all costs. ”No! Stay back! Stay awa… a-a-a!” The lightning hit close, cutting off the cry of pain. The flash illuminated the surroundings, and she saw shadows appear through the haze for a brief moment. Dozens, hundreds. All the way to the horizon, they lay, stood, moved toward the so rare spots of color. This is a nightmare... a terrible dream. I want to wake up! I want to wake up! She couldn't take it anymore and broke into a gallop. Shadows flitted from all sides, stretching toward her. Trying to reach her. Touch her. To hurt her. She tripped over a bush, then slipped on a wet rock. Awkwardly placing her hoof , she twisted it, and stumbled forward. Her heart skipped a beat as she barely managed to get up on three legs, and then, overcoming the pain, she took a step. There's no way she can flee now. ”No! No!” she whimpered, watching the shadows inevitably catch up, surrounding her. At the last moment, squirming in all-consuming pain, she greatly envied the one who was able to end her agony with a lightning strike. È̷͕̼͚͔̳̈̄͋̎͊̈́̀͜U̴̦̤͍͇̎̔́͑̓̒̉͘9̵̧̹̳͈͎̖͔͉́ͅr̴̫̫̙̱̩̟̉͒̿̂͋͆̀̏͠ḁ̸͔̟̖͒͋̔͆͘?̸̲̝̣̦͇̫̹̑́̌̄͂͐̓͛͠t̵͈̼̠͓̞͕͗/̵̬̣̃̑͌͋̿̃̽<̵̢̭̗̲͍̜̃͐̊̃̉́͝ņ̸͈͙͕͎̳̤̇͝ 1̵̳̬͓͚͂̓̉́̆͘7̵͔̰̩̗̬̊͂͗̃͆̽V̶̢̞͚́̌r̴̢̮̥̜͙͇̋̅͋͗W̴͕͓̭̄͊̍̉́͒̚̚c̶̨̟̞̻̼̻͔̍-̴̲̯͎̀̿̇͝i̸͓͖̝͈͋͊̔̾͘F̷̛̮̑͆̓̅̿̋̏n̷̛̰͈̻̘̞̓͐͋̎̑́̇͝ͅ E̸̢̨̹̗̭̰̎͐͜J̶̞̪̝̯͐̈́́͆͘t̷̢͎̱͖̭̣̖̱̜̃̈́͛͗̓̉̋̂͠3̵͈̰̹̞̥̼͍͚͇́̃̾̏̆̐̔a̷͔̘̭̺͌͛̚c̵̯̝͒̔̀͛͘̚ṭ̶̞̈̌̆̑͑̾̓̔̕i̷̧͖̥͉̼͇͕̮͗́͊̀̈́̚͠Q̷̧͈̦̈́̀̓͛͒́̇͝ǹ̵̮̩̝̳̫́ She jerked, coming to her senses. The same haze and gray gloom of the sky was still in front of her eyes. The phantom pain didn't feel so intense anymore. Not after hundreds of repeats. Twenty-five... Twenty-four... Twenty-three... She lay there, in no hurry to get up, counting down the time she had before the hunt began. When she accepted it, when she began to get used to it, when the horror receded into the background, she began to analyze and study. At first she tried to reach the other living, before the shadows, but she never could. She heard their screams, their cries of despair. Heard them die. But gradually there were fewer and fewer of them. She didn't know why. Perhaps that they were giving up, that their minds were fading away, falling into catatonia, allowing them to abstract themselves from this cruel world. Accepting the end of life without pain. Limbo. I'm in Limbo. An endless world where only struggle, despair and death await me. The shadows were getting faster, more aggressive each time. But she had learned a lot herself, too. She had learned how to destroy them, quickly and efficiently. She moved constantly, trying not to let herself be surrounded. But it was all useless - sooner or later there were so many of them that there was only one way out. And she noticed something else. Every time, at the boundary between the beginning and the ending, this world shuddered with a word. A single word that, rumbling as if it were the universe itself splintering, rolled through it, changing and cleansing it of all evidences in an instant. The word that preceded her every awakening. ”Ḙ̷̋͘x̸̡̧͚̩͖̰͔͑̃̽̅͝t̷̬͇̩̃̎̉̿̇̉ȓ̴̬͑͊̌̿̉̂a̷͓̳̣̫͊̈́̓̋́̕͜͜c̷̜̣̈́͑͛ť̸̰̻̺̜͋̆̀͐͝i̸̛͈͍̗̜̗̣͗͋̓͒ô̵̖̈́͑̾͝͝n̸͓̩̙̓̚̕” she whispered the unknown word. She felt a response from the world, as if it froze for a moment, gazing at the one who dared to say it, but that was all that happened. Two... One... She stood up, preparing to hold out again for as long as possible. She didn't know who she was, why she was here, or who was to blame for her torment. But she would be able to figure out how this world worked. She could get out. She could get her revenge. All she has to do is keep trying, one step at a time. Step. Step. Step. A shadow came through the haze. With a howl of rage and despair, she charged toward it. *** Starlight tapped on the door frame. Her mentor and close friend, Twilight Sparkle, continued to mutter something, making notes with a quill on a scroll. The unicorn sighed. ”Twilight, can I come in?” ”Ah!” the alicorn turned around sharply, and immediately put a hoof to her chest. ”Starlight! I swear by Celestia's flaming flanks, you're going to give me a heart attack... oh, I mean...” she faltered, hiding her face behind her wings. ”Don't tell anypony that I...” ”Yes, yes, the image of the cute and smart scholar-princess has to be maintained, I remember,” the unicorn sighed and rolled her eyes. When Twilight stopped acting like a chaste student and switched to the image of a harsh lector, Starlight gave a shake of her head. ”If you're going to reprimand me, you needn't - I was knocking! But you were so engrossed... By the way, what was it?” Starlight looked in wonder at the strange machine, which looked like a complicated sphere the size of a pony's head, made of many layers of metal and crystals. It was hovering outside a reinforced glass window in an isolated room. A dark blue mist dripped from the walls of the sphere, causing a strange sense of unease by its mere appearance. It flowed continuously, swirling around the crystals and groping the air around the sphere as if it were alive. The many terminals and cases on either side of the window flashed their lights, buzzed and clicked, and one even spewed out a huge ribbon of paper with a broken graph. ”Oh! Well... anyway, remember that Star Swirl book we found in that crazy old zebra's collection? There was also the marvelously preserved scholarly works of Alais the Thieving Star of Bacchara and ”Secret Oaths” Black L'Ettere, and…” ”Twi, I remember, I helped to sort them out myself.” ”My point is that I decided to try to implement one of his theories about self-improving spells. He didn't manage to realize it at his time, but I, using the work of others…” ”Twilight, is that... a dark magic?” The unicorn asked, jerking away from the window as one of the tongues of dark fog reached toward her in a very deliberate motion. ”We-ell... yes,” the alicorn replied, embarrassed, fixing the goggles on her face with her hoof. ”But I took everything into account! The walls of the chamber have five levels of protection, plus two dozen sun seals that will burn out any evil if anything goes wrong! Plus, I was able to replace real souls with their molds, which…” Starlight's eyebrows went up to her forehead. ”Wait... are you now talking about those recording crystals you used on all of us a couple months ago? Are they in that sphere? Twilight!” ”Everything is safe! I was able to adapt everything so that the crystals are just formulas describing us! They don't have a particle of real soul in them!” ”Twilight, I... I don't know what to think... You promised last time to all of us that it wouldn't happen again! Oh... I'm starting to think that leaving the villains' research papers in your hooves is not a good idea.” ”But... but... okay, Starlight, how do I convince you that everything is alright? Let me show you and explain everything, and you can decide for yourself if I should keep doing this? ” Twilight suggested, sighing, and added, making the most adorable face she could. ”Ple-e-ease?” ”Stop trying to use that trick, thanks to the students it hasn't worked on me in a long time…” Starlight snorted, rolling her eyes. ”Okay. Go ahead, but you promised!” ”Of course!” The alicorn rejoiced and led her friend to the control panels. ”Here, look, everything works through voice control, so the risks of contamination by external magic are minimal. But you have to use Old-Equestrian language... It starts with me inserting the activating crystal into the slot… Okay, then you have to say the commands. Ahem…” >R̸̮̝̔̅ū̷̯n̷͚͛̇n̶̯̬̒̌ĭ̵̻n̵̡̂͗g̶̖̿̽ ̶̪̱̈́͘a̴̯͛̏ ̸̞͒s̵̪̩̚į̶̰̃̇m̵̯̓ù̶̩̈l̵͓̼̎͘â̵͖t̷̻͗i̵̻̰͗͝o̵͚̔̕ǹ̵̖ . .. … …. ….. >I̶̢͕͌ǹ̷̬͈̓p̴͈͋u̴̼͐ẗ̷̲́:̸͍̻̍̈́ ̵͚͉̀s̸̙͇̀a̸̺̓̅m̶͚̏͒p̶̩̻͆l̶̲̹͆e̸̜̐̍ ̴̧̞̆S̴̨͔͗̈́G̴̳̿̓ ̷̻̕͝v̶̧̮̀ë̶̝́r̶̘̗͑̀ś̴͕̰̚i̷̛͈ö̸̥́͘n̵̲̑̽ ̸̤́2̶̙̱̽2̸̖͆͊9̸͓̒͠ . .. … >E̶͊ͅx̵̲͝t̵̩́r̵̢̂a̷̖͛c̸̤̐t̶͍̿ȉ̵̥ǫ̷̓n̶̞̕ Starlight jerked, coming to her senses. The same haze and gray gloom of the sky was still in front of her eyes…

MarieJustLeft

563692

Button Mash,Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity

Amnesia

After a drunken night out, Button Mash forgets the name of the girl he brought home.

complete

<p>After a drunken night out, Button Mash forgets the name of the girl he brought home.</p><p>CW: Infidelity, Blackmail, Kidnapping!</p><p>Takes place years after the finale; characters are college age.</p>

teen

2024-08-19T18:31:38+00:00

2024-08-19T18:31:38+00:00

Through heavy eyelids, Button Mash caught a glimpse of her as he stirred awake, groggily shifting onto his side. He could feel her breath from across the bed, as the ache in his back yanked him out of his morning daze. The girl, who was only an orange blur as Button struggled to open his eyes, seemed to have woken up just moments prior, facing towards him with a grin on her face. “Good morning, Button!” the girl said, smiling from ear to ear. Button roused at the calling of his name, and blinked a few times. She was around his age, lean and toned, with a coat of orange and a curly mane of purple cut short. “...G-Good morning, uh…” Button said, staring at her, at a blank. “Oh my Celestia,” the girl said at once, narrowing her eyes, recoiling in shock, “...Do you not remember my name?” “No!” Button spat, rubbing his face with his hoof, inhaling and straining for words, “No, um…” “Really?” the girl yelled, horrified, glancing around the room in embarrassment. She had sat herself up on the bed, wrapping her hooves around herself as the blankets fell away. “Of course I know your name,” Button insisted, “Um…” “Oh. My. Celestia! This is so humiliating!” the girl winced, rubbing her forehead as if to soothe herself, “You definitely do not remember my name!” “Hey hey hey no,” Button assured, reaching for her foreleg to comfort her, all while laughing nervously, “Obviously…I know what your name is.” He continued laughing under his breath, before shifting his gaze down towards the black earrings beading the girl’s ears, “Those are awesome earrings, where did you get those?” “Oh my Celestia.” “I mean wow, they’re so so pretty,” Button exclaimed. “I’m gonna go,” the girl said, dryly, shifting towards the edge of the bed. “No! Hey, um…” Button said, rubbing at his eyes, “Don’t leave….” He shut his eyes and shook his head and thought hard. Sunshine. Raindrop. No…. “....Sunshower?” “What?” the girl cried, distraught. “OK, Honey Drop, c’mon,” Button said. “I’m an idiot,” the girl said, burying her face in her hooves. “Glitterbelle, Bubblegum, Lily!” Button guessed. “It’s SCOOTALOO! YOU IDIOT! MY NAME IS SCOOTALOO!” she screamed. “Right, Scootaloo, OK, Scootaloo, I’m sorry, I’m just…” Button began. “It’s fine,” Scootaloo rolled her eyes, trying to calm herself down, “It’s…Whatever.” “If it makes you feel any better, I really…I don’t remember anything from last night,” Button said, laughing off the pressure building in his forehead, the result of his waking hangover. “You don’t remember meeting me?” Scootaloo barked. “No! OK, that sounded horrible, I didn’t mean it like that,” Button faltered. “Wow. Yeah. No. Yeah. That really makes me feel better,” Scootaloo said. “OK, Scootaboo,” “Scootaloo!” Scootaloo corrected. “Right,” Button said through an exhale. “My name is Scootaloo, OK?” Scootaloo said, this time more softly, as if desperate for him to remember this time. “Yes….Scootaloo,” Button said. “Whatever,” Scootaloo scoffed. “I’m sorry, I just,” Button said, “What I wanna say is…You…You are so beautiful, and memorable, and I would’ve and should’ve remembered you, and honestly I’m just proud of myself for whatever we did last night, because I’m surprised I could convince somepony as beautiful as you to even come home with me!” Scootaloo sighed, and a smile returned to her lips. “You said the same thing when we were leaving Rumble’s last night,” Scootaloo smiled to herself, closing her eyes as the memory passed through her mind. Button took a moment to process what she had said, and once he had he gave her a puzzled look. “Rumble?” Button repeated. “Yeah, we met at Rumble’s, then you called a Pegalift™ to get us back here and then we had a nice night,” Scootaloo said. Button’s brow was furrowed in confusion. “Pegalift™?” “Yeah,” Scootaloo said, exhausted with having to remind him. “...No,” Button said skeptically, “I’m banned from Pegalift. After the whole…..vomit incident.” “Then it was a Helping Wing™! What does it matter, you don’t remember, it doesn’t…” Scootaloo trailed off, noticing Button sniffing at his foreleg. “...I smell like I ran home last night,” Button said, confused. Scootaloo laughed to herself. “I think that’s because we got in quite a workout last night,” Scootaloo grinned. “Oh?” Button smiled, “...Did we now?” “Yeah, yes,” Scootaloo laughed. Button glanced toward the bed, and back up at Scootaloo. “Was it good?” he asked. “It was…” Scootaloo said, and she seemed to be struggling to find words, “It was great. You were….You were great.” Button stared at her, blankly. “I was great?” he said. Scootaloo nodded. “Yep!” she chirped. “You’re lying,” Button said, dryly. He was glaring at her now, and suddenly felt uneasy. “W-What?” came Scootaloo. “I-I was suspicious when you mentioned Rumble. And then I kinda knew something was up when you said Pegalift. But now I’m sure you’re lying.” “What are you talking about?” Scootaloo laughed, nervously. “Listen sweetheart, plenty of girls have described me as tolerable in bed, OK? And a few nice ones, like one or two, have said I was good enough. But never, and I mean never, has anypony said I was great in bed. So I’m gonna ask you one more time, who are-” Button attempted to say, as he tried to sit up. Only then did he feel the friction of the hoofcuff wrapped around his hoof, tethering him to the bedpost. Scootaloo bit her lip. Button Mash stared at the handcuffs in disbelief. “Did…Did you….Did you hoofcuff me??” Button said, turning back to Scootaloo. “Oops!” Scootaloo grinned. Button fought against the restraints, fruitlessly. “Who are you?” Button demanded. “I’m Scootaloo, silly,” Scootaloo giggled, “I told you that.” “No. No no no. Who the hell are you and why am I in hoofcuffs?” “Oh….” Scootaloo said, as if a thought had just occurred to her, “I’m Sweetie Belle’s best friend.” Button’s eyes widened. “Sweetie Belle,” Button repeated, “As in….My ex Sweetie Belle.” “Yeah,” Scootaloo said, grimly, “The one whose heart you broke.” “I didn’t…I didn’t break Sweetie’s…” “Yes, you did!” Scootaloo said through a phony smile, “Yes you did.” “Are you sure? I-” “You broke her heart, when you fucked that whore Diamond Tiara,” Scootaloo said, her smile falling right off her face. Button lowered his head. “She knows about Diamond?” Button asked. “We all know about Diamond!” Scootaloo barked. Button stared at her with wide eyes that betrayed his fear, and he continued wrestling with the cuffs. “Awww. Yeah. This is fun. Yeah, keep trying. You’re definitely gonna get out of here,” Scootaloo laughed, “So cute! Aw, you’re probably so scared, aren’t you?” “Yeah, ‘cause you’re fucking crazy!” Button said. “No, you’re crazy. You’re crazy for breaking my best friend’s heart and thinking there wouldn’t be consequences!” Scootaloo said. “Wha-....OK what are you gonna do to me?” Button stammered. “Well….See that all depends on what you’re willing to do….for me,” Scootaloo grinned, playing with her mane. Button raised his eyebrows, intrigued. He glanced down at her body, and back up to meet her gaze. “Oh?” Scootaloo, meanwhile, seemed baffled. “What?” she said. Button raised his hooves up, helplessly. “I’m all yours,” Button smirked. “Not like that you fucking freak!” Scootaloo snapped. “Of course, not like that,” Button said, “Uh, OK, listen-” “No, Button, you listen. Sweetie’s in love with you,” Scootaloo said. “OK, Sweetie’s in love with me. What do you want from me?” Button demanded. “I just want you to right your wrongs,” Scootaloo said. “Just say what you mean!” Button said, aggressively, “What do you want from me?” “I want you to write Sweetie and tell her that you love her!” Scootaloo chirped. “Nah I’m good,” Button said. Scootaloo laughed, and sighed, heavily. “OK,” she said, before taking out a quill, ink, and writing tablet that had all been laying on the bedside nightstand. “...What are you doing?” “Oh nothing, I’m just gonna send a picture of you out to everypony in town, attached to a note - This guy ran over my dog and fled the scene.” “....OK,” Button said, laughing. “So…You’ll probably never get laid again in this town,” Scootaloo said. “Oh no, I get laid all the time!” Button said, waving his hooves in the air, dramatically, “...I never get laid. This is not a concern for me.” “Oh, that’s so cute, I just remembered I know your grandma’s address!” Button suddenly turned pale. “Gram Gram?” “Yeah, Gram Gram,” Scootaloo said. “OK, OK, OK,” Button said, surrendering. “Gosh, how is Gram Gram gonna feel when she finds out her grandson is a dog murderer?” Scootaloo wondered. “Stop! OK! Stop!” Button said, “Put that away.” “Oh this?” Scootaloo said, dangling the tablet in the air. “Yes, put that away.” “Aw. You want me to put that away?” “Yes! P-Put it away, and, and leave my family out of this. Because that….that will literally kill her,” “Yeah, well, it’s so tough because I might have to,” Scootaloo shrugged, “If you’re not in love with Sweetie Belle.” “OK, what is your angle here? Do you expect us to get married?” Button stuttered. “If that’s what she wants,” Scootaloo roared. Button laughed. “That is ridiculous. I’m not marrying Sweetie Belle,” Button insisted. “Bye bye Gram Gram,” she said, sticking the quill back against the tablet. “No!” Button cried, “...Alright! For Luna’s sake! I’ll write Sweetie and tell her that I love her.” She sighed in relief. “Oh, good,” she smiled, handing the tablet and scroll and quill over to him. Button glared at her with hatred, before proceeding to write out the note on the paper. “Add a heart at the end,” she instructed. “I’m not adding a heart.” “Add a heart,” she commanded, “....And erase the eggplant.” “The eggplant makes it funny,” Button said, defensively. “Hearts! Add more hearts!” she yelled. She waited patiently for Button to finish, and once he had she gave a little squeal of delight. “Good, now, sign it, good, now give that to me, I’m gonna give it to her,” she said. Button grumbled something under his breath and handed everything over to her. “There. That was easy, wasn’t it?” she grinned. “Can you let me go now?” “Of course, yes, I got what I wanted,” she smiled, “Sweetie is happy. Just…one last question…” Button stared at her, exhausted. What could she possibly want now? “What’s my name?” she asked. Button raised an eyebrow, and the girl did the same. “W-What’s that?” he asked. “What’s my name?” she asked again, but slower. Button laughed under his breath. “What’s my name?” she asked a third time, bitterly. “Listen….Boysenberry,” Button guessed. The girl shook her head and waved him off, before climbing off the bed, taking the letter with her. Button continued battling with the hoofcuff, desperately fighting for a way to escape. “No, wait,” Button said, realizing his mistake, as the girl trotted off out of the room, “Aura….Liza? Peach! No, no, Sunshine!”

G-man2010

563694

Angel,Fluttershy,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Zecora,Drama,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Potion

Angel drinks a potion that makes him a good bunny. what could go wrong???

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<p>after a fight between Fluttershy and Angel, Angel overhears Fluttershy wanting a bunny that behaves better. Angel decides to see Zecora to see if she can make him a potion that will make him a good bunny. she does and Angel drinks it, becoming a well behaved rabbit. but then... creepy things start to happen.</p><br/><p>since a lot of you liked my first story, i wanted to write another one. i have a lot of good Angel Bunny ideas floating in my head that i want to share with you. and this is one of them. but anyways, enjoy:)</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T19:57:11+00:00

2024-08-19T19:57:10+00:00

It was a peaceful day in the cottage and Fluttershy was trying to feed Angel a new veggie. "Com'on Angel." Fluttershy says to her grumpy bunny. "It's good for you. you like other veggies." Angel turned his head away. He didn't want to eat it. So he threw the plate at Fluttershy. Making her mad. "That's it Angel!!!" She shouts in rage. "Go and sit in timeout!!!" Angel then walked towards his bed which was also his timeout corner. Then he can hear Fluttershy talking to herself while she was cleaning up the mess "I can't believe him." Fluttershy says to herself. "*SIGH* Sometimes i wish i had a bunny that behaves better." Angel then started to frown. Fluttershy is loving him less? He then decided to do something about it. but the only thing that comes to his mind is becoming good. But Angel can't. Because hes not that good at being good. but he will try. 5 minutes went by and then Angel got out of his timeout corner which is also his bed. Then he goes out to see someone. Fluttershy noticed him leaving and hopes he does not get into any trouble. Angel then reaches Zecoras treehouse and goes inside. "Welcome Angel Bunny." Zecora says in a happy voice. "What brings you here?" Angel told Zecora about what happened and asked if she can make him a potion that will make him good so Fluttershy will love him again. "Yes, i can do that." Zecora said. she then started making the potion while Angel is playing in a toy corner that Zecora had. Then she gave Angel the finished product. "Before you drink this," Zecora says giving a warning to Angel. "when you drink this. you will be good forever and there's no going back." Angel understood what Zecora said and took the potion and went out. Angel took one more solid look at the potion. And remembers if he drinks this, he will be good forever and he will never go back to his trouble making ways. Then he Chugged the potion in one go and ran home. Fluttershy was doing the dishes when Angel came home. "Angel your back." Fluttershy says happily. Then Angel grabs the sponge out of Fluttershys hooves and starts doing the dishes for her. the potion was working. hes becoming a good bunny. "Angel." Fluttershy says in shock. "You're doing the dishes for me. that's so sweet." After finishing the dishes, Angel cleaned up the whole kitchen including the cupboards. When Fluttershy came in and saw what Angel did she was happy. "Angel, i am so proud of you." Fluttershy says while a smile spreads across her lips. "You earned yourself a treat." Fluttershy got a pack of gummies from the table and gave it to Angel. Angel was pround for what he's doing and thanked himself for drinking that potion.

G-man2010

563694

Angel,Fluttershy,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Zecora,Drama,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Potion

Angel drinks a potion that makes him a good bunny. what could go wrong???

complete

<p>after a fight between Fluttershy and Angel, Angel overhears Fluttershy wanting a bunny that behaves better. Angel decides to see Zecora to see if she can make him a potion that will make him a good bunny. she does and Angel drinks it, becoming a well behaved rabbit. but then... creepy things start to happen.</p><br/><p>since a lot of you liked my first story, i wanted to write another one. i have a lot of good Angel Bunny ideas floating in my head that i want to share with you. and this is one of them. but anyways, enjoy:)</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T19:57:18+00:00

2024-08-19T19:57:17+00:00

It was the next day and Fluttershy went out to get some food for the house. Angel was still in his bed sleeping. But when he woke up, the other animals started to get scared. Angel had a big creepy smile on his face and he had black eyes that were glowing. His face even began to twitch. And starts talking in a distorded voice. "Fluttershy will always love me." He said giving the animals a shock. "And i will make sure of it." Angel then pulls out a knife and his head begins to twitch more and then Angel starts to kill all of the animals in the cottage one by one. Fluttershy then returned home and screamed in terror. "Oh my gosh!!!!" she screamed. Fluttershy then realized that Angel was holding a knife and was covered in blood. "Angel Bunny..." Fluttershy says while getting angry. "Did you do this?" The response that she got was not one that she expected. Angel turned his face to look and Fluttershy. With his creepy smile, black glowing eyes and twitching face. He then started to chase after Fluttershy and then she started to run and locked the cottage door shut so the bunny won't escape. she then runs to Zecoras treehouse hoping that she knows what happened to Angel. "Welcome Flu-" she was interupted by Fluttershy's anxiety. "Zecora, Angel has gone insane." Fluttershy says stressing out. "He killed all the animals in my cottage and is trying to kill me and just yesterday he was good and respectful." Zecora realized what she did. "I know why." she says to Fluttershy. "Yesterday he came by and asked me to make him a potion that will make him a good bunny for the rest of his life." "But why would he do that?" Fluttershy asked. "Because he told me you said you wanted a bunny that behaves better." Fluttershy then realized what Angel thought she said. "He must have misheard me." Fluttershy said. "What i said was-" The lights then went out and then Fluttershy heard a scream. Then the light came back on and she screamed. Because Zecora has a knife stabbed through the back. and then fell down to the ground. "Found you." Angel said in his distorded voice. Fluttershy then ran out of Zecoras house and then realized that Angel somehow must have escaped. And then decided to run to a place where she knows she will be safe.

G-man2010

563694

Angel,Fluttershy,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Zecora,Drama,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Potion

Angel drinks a potion that makes him a good bunny. what could go wrong???

complete

<p>after a fight between Fluttershy and Angel, Angel overhears Fluttershy wanting a bunny that behaves better. Angel decides to see Zecora to see if she can make him a potion that will make him a good bunny. she does and Angel drinks it, becoming a well behaved rabbit. but then... creepy things start to happen.</p><br/><p>since a lot of you liked my first story, i wanted to write another one. i have a lot of good Angel Bunny ideas floating in my head that i want to share with you. and this is one of them. but anyways, enjoy:)</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T19:57:22+00:00

2024-08-19T19:57:22+00:00

Fluttershy ran to Twilights castle where she knows she will be safe. She runs in to see that all of her friends are there and looking concerned because of how Fluttershy entered. "Fluttershy whats wrong?" Twilight looked confused as she asked what she asked. "Angel is crazy, he's going to kill everyone including us." Fluttershy said being very scared. Twilight then looked out the window and saw that everything is okay. and that Angel did not kill everypony. "Everything is fine." Twilight said. "I'm sure you were just seeing things." Twilight then offered Fluttershy a seat at the table where that mane 6 always sits. then there was a knocking on the door. "Spike will you answer that?" Twilight asks the baby dragon. "Okay" Spike replies. "No!!!!" Fluttershy screamed. "Don't answer that." "Com'on Fluttershy." Spike said showing no emotion. "I'm sure Angel is not going to be there." He was wrong. Spike opened the door to find Angel standing there with his smile, black glowing eyes and... twitching face. Then Angel slices Spikes head off with his knife. "Oh my gosh you're right!!!" Twilight shouts looking at Angel and back at Fluttershy. "Angel has gone insane. Angel then starts to run towards them and then the two start to run away. "What did i tell you." Fluttershy says while running. the two found a hiding spot that hopefully Angel will not find them. Then they saw Angel walk by their hiding place and they both let out a sigh. But then Angel finds them and tries to kill them but Fluttershy and Twilight were both too fast for the killer bunny. The two started to run again but then... Twilight trips over a book she forgot to put away. "Twilight!!!" Fluttershy says screaming in terror." "Fluttershy," Twilight says struggling to get up. "You have to run without me." "No!!!" Fluttershy says not wanting to lose her friend. "I can't do that." "You have to, good luck." Twilight says once more. Then Fluttershy started to run as fast as she could. and then looking back and seeing Angel has already started to kill Twilight. Fluttershy then stops and starts to cry while seeing her friend getting killed. Angel then makes his way towards Fluttershy. "This is almost too easy." Angel said as he made it towards Fluttershy. He then kicks Fluttershy causing her to land flatly on the ground. "Goodbye Fluttershy." He says once more.

G-man2010

563694

Angel,Fluttershy,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Zecora,Drama,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Potion

Angel drinks a potion that makes him a good bunny. what could go wrong???

complete

<p>after a fight between Fluttershy and Angel, Angel overhears Fluttershy wanting a bunny that behaves better. Angel decides to see Zecora to see if she can make him a potion that will make him a good bunny. she does and Angel drinks it, becoming a well behaved rabbit. but then... creepy things start to happen.</p><br/><p>since a lot of you liked my first story, i wanted to write another one. i have a lot of good Angel Bunny ideas floating in my head that i want to share with you. and this is one of them. but anyways, enjoy:)</p>

everyone

2024-08-19T19:57:04+00:00

2024-08-19T19:57:04+00:00

Fluttershy then screamed and realized she is in her bedroom and sweating. "Oh my gosh." She said in relief. "It was just a nightmare." Angel then came into her room and hopped onto the bed and a worried look was on his face. "Oh Angel." Fluttershy says to her worried pet. "I had a dream where you were killing everypony and you were able to talk and-" Angel put his paw on Fluttershys mouth, telling her there is nothing to be afraid of. "you're right" Fluttershy said as she starts to smile. "It's not real. and by the way." She continues. "Since you're here Angel, can you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone." Angel nods. He wants to be with his owner for the night since she is pretty scared. He lies down and pulls the blanket closer and scoots next to Fluttershy. "I'm glad you are not evil my little bunny." Fluttershy says as she kisses Angel on the head. "Goodnight, my bunny."

WiseGuy

563698

Twilight Sparkle,Human,Second Person,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity

Grumpy Man and Nosy Ponies

Stranded near the Everfree with his house, a grumpy human navigates a new life among nosy and intrusive magical ponies.

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<p>You find yourself unexpectedly transported to Everfree with your house, thrust into a world of magical ponies. As you navigate this new reality, you encounter Twilight Sparkle, a lavender unicorn determined to teach you the value of friendship despite your skepticism and desire for solitude. Despite your attempts to maintain boundaries, Twilight's persistent kindness and curiosity seems to break into your life.</p>

teen

2024-08-19T19:32:05+00:00

2024-08-19T19:32:05+00:00

You still can't believe your house came with you to this place. You put your hood up as you walk through Ponyville, hoping the ponies won't notice the huge bipedal human among them. As you walk, you feel the curious stares of the ponies, their eyes wide, whispering and pointing in your direction. You see a group of fillies playing with a ball, their eyes fixed on you, and a few colts trying to muster the courage to approach. You look around for the library, where you know a certain lavender unicorn who's very good with magic resides. You've never met, but you bet she'd help you out. You navigate through Ponyville, your large strides causing the cobblestone streets to echo. The colorful houses and shops blend into the background as you focus on finding the library. As you approach the building, you notice a group of ponies gathered near the entrance, their eyes wide with curiosity and awe. Entering the library, the musty smell of old books greets you, mingling with the faint scent of lavender. The library's interior is quiet and dimly lit, with rows of bookshelves stretching from floor to ceiling. A shimmer of purple catches your eye. There, nestled in a corner of the library, sits Twilight Sparkle, the lavender unicorn, with a book open in front of her. Her eyes are focused on the pages. "Hello there," Twilight says, her voice calm, not even looking up from her book. "Hey," you reply. Twilight's ears perk up, and she looks at you with a mix of surprise and interest. "Hello," she repeats, her tone friendly yet cautious. "It's not often that we get visitors here. How can I help you?" "What do you know about interdimensional travel?" you ask, already knowing the answer. Twilight's eyes narrow slightly as she considers your question. "Interdimensional travel," she says slowly, "is a complex and little-understood phenomenon. It involves the movement of objects or beings from one dimension to another, often through magical means or other unknown forces." She pauses, studying you intently. "But I must admit, I've never encountered… whatever you are before. Are you... from another dimension?" "Unfortunately, yes, and I'd like to go back if that's possible," you respond, expecting her denial. Twilight's eyes widen, her curiosity piqued. "I see," she says, her voice thoughtful. "Interdimensional travel is extremely difficult and rare. It requires a significant amount of magical energy, knowledge, and often a very specific portal or gateway." She rises from her chair, her tail swishing gently behind her. "I'm not saying it's impossible, but it's certainly challenging." "What do you think my odds are?" you inquire. "Low to none," she admits, her expression serious as she paces across the library. "I must be honest with you," she continues, her voice soft yet resolute. "The odds of successfully returning to your dimension are very low. The complexities of interdimensional travel are daunting, and the resources required are immense." She stops in front of a bookshelf and runs her hoof over the spines of the tomes, her eyes flicking between them. "So I'm stuck here..." you mutter. Twilight nods, her expression sympathetic. "Yes, it seems so," she replies. "But being stuck here doesn't mean it’s the end of the world. There are still ways to make the most of your time here." She turns back to face you, her eyes sparkling with a hint of hope. "Ponyville can be a wonderful place. The ponies here are kind and curious. You might find that they can help you in ways you can't imagine." "Not too fond of outsiders though, are they? Heard a zebra got run out of town just for having stripes. Imagine how they'll react to me," you comment. Twilight's ears fold back slightly, and she lets out a small sigh. "Yes, Ponyville can be quite... protective of itself," she admits. "The zebras and any other non-Equine residents can be met with suspicion and fear. It's not a welcoming place for outsiders, especially those as different as you." She places a hoof on a nearby table, her eyes locking with yours. "But, its not so bad anymore," she continues. "While it's true that Ponyville has a history of being wary of outsiders, there have been some recent changes. The ponies here have been trying to be more open-minded and welcoming. It might be more difficult with your... unique appearance." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "But that doesn't mean you can't find a way to make a life here. There are still many kind and curious ponies who might be willing to help you." "I'm not too fond of handouts. My house came here with me... for some reason. I can hunt well enough on my own; don't really need too much help," you assert. Twilight's eyes flicker with a mix of concern and determination. "While self-reliance is an admirable trait, it might not be enough to sustain you here," she says gently. "Ponyville has its own unique challenges, and you'll need more than just hunting skills to navigate them." She steps closer, her voice softening. "Think of it this way," Twilight suggests, her tone gentle yet firm. "While your physical skills are certainly valuable, the ponies here are not just simple creatures. They have their own magic, their own cultures, and their own ways of doing things. Being self-sufficient might protect you from immediate harm, but it won't necessarily help you find a place to belong." Twilight pauses, her eyes searching yours for understanding. You stare back with a raised eyebrow. "Forgive me but I'm really not one for the 'magic of friendship,'" you say, using your fingers as quotation marks. Twilight seems aghast. "The 'magic of friendship' is a fundamental part of our world," she says, her voice tinged with surprise. "It's how we build bonds and help each other, often in ways that transcend the ordinary. Friendship is what makes our world a more harmonious place." Twilight steps closer, her presence almost overwhelming due to the intensity of her aura. "I understand that your background and experiences might be different from ours," she says, her voice measured and deliberate. "But trust me, in Ponyville, the bonds of friendship can make a significant difference. It's not just a sentiment; it's a power that can be harnessed and utilized." "Imagine being part of a community where you can rely on others for support, where you can help others in need, and where you can find belonging," Twilight says, her eyes locking onto yours with fervor. "Friendship can be a bridge that spans dimensions, if you will." Twilight's intensity makes you pause, and you can see the sincerity in her eyes. Her conviction is unyielding, but you've never been one for sentimentalities. "I don’t see why it's so important to you. I didn't have any friends back home either," you say. You hear a sound like glass breaking, startling you. Twilight's eyes widen, and she takes a step back, clearly taken aback by your words. "I... I didn't realize," she stammers, her voice trembling slightly. "Lack of friendship can be a painful experience." "It's really not so bad," you say, looking around curiously for broken glass. Twilight's expression softens, and she steps closer again, her eyes searching yours. "You might not understand the depth of friendship, but I assure you, it can change things," she says gently. "It's not just about companionship; it's about the bonds that form, the trust that develops, and the help that's offered in times of need." She pauses, her gaze steady. "It's settled then. You and I are friends," she says firmly. "W-what?" you say, a bit flustered. "No we're not, I don't know you like that." "Oh, but we are," she says firmly. "Friends come in many forms, and our connection is just as real. Trust me, it will make a difference." "N-no! Damn it, we are not," you say. "That's the fun part about friendship," she replies, her tone playful but firm. "You don't have to say yes, because I'm already your friend," she says smugly. "You're impossible," you say, putting a hand to your forehead. "Impossible? Perhaps," she says, her tone light. "But I assure you, having a friend like me will make your time here much more bearable." She steps back, her expression softening. "Now, let's focus on the practicalities. Your house, the one you mentioned, must be quite the anomaly." The sudden subject change knocks you out of your stupor. "Yeah, I mean it's got running water and stuff. The electricity works still somehow... Magic I guess," you admit. "It's quite an enigma," she muses. "Running water and electricity aren't common in Ponyville, especially not without the aid of magic." She taps a hoof on the table thoughtfully. "We might need to figure out how it's maintained. It could be a valuable resource, especially for a place like Ponyville." "I'm not letting you in my house," you say firmly. "I understand your need for privacy," she says, her tone measured, "but as your friend, I feel it's my duty to help ensure that your home remains functional and safe within our community." "We're not friends," you say, but she continues. "As your friend," she emphasizes, "I want to help you understand the potential of what you have," she says, her voice unwavering. "Your home, with its modern comforts, could be a beacon for our community. Imagine the possibilities—clean water, light, warmth in the cold winter nights. It could bring many benefits to Ponyville." She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours. "I'm not letting your friends in my house either," you grumble. But you find yourself walking to your house anyway, the pretty purple pony trotting happily beside you. "You don't have to be nervous," she says, her voice soothing. "I promise I won't intrude on your personal space. I just want to help you understand the potential benefits." As you approach the house, Twilight's eyes widen in awe. "This is incredible," she murmurs, her gaze taking in the sleek exterior and the dead garden. "I suppose it would look that way with how you guys have basically shacks for houses," you remark. Twilight's ears twitch slightly, and she looks at you with a mixture of amusement and slight offense. "Well, I suppose we do have more rustic dwellings," she admits, her tone light. "But there's a beauty in our simplicity. It's a part of who we are." She steps closer to the house, her curiosity evident. "Tell me, how does the electricity work?" she asks, intrigued. "Well, they used to be connected by a bunch of cables. They ran underground and some of the telephone wires and stuff came through the top. Now everything's disconnected. But it's still working somehow," you explain. Twilight's eyes sparkle with curiosity and a hint of determination. "So, it's still operational despite the lack of connections?" she asks, her tone full of wonder. She looks around the exterior of your house, taking in the various wires and cables that still hang from the roof. She steps inside, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "This is fascinating," she says, her voice filled with awe. You step inside, and Twilight follows. She moves with a gentle grace, her eyes taking in every detail. "The interior is just as impressive," she says, her voice tinged with excitement. She notices the old appliances and the modern technology that still hum with life despite the lack of electricity. "It's remarkable that they still function," she murmurs. As she wanders towards your room, you try to stop her. "Hey, not there, that's my room," you protest. Twilight pauses, looking back at you with a playful smile. "Oh, but I'm your best friend," she says, her tone teasing but firm. "That means I can explore your room." She steps inside, her curiosity and excitement evident as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. "Only the best cause you're the only," you grumble. Her ears perk up and you realize your mistake. She takes a proud stance. "The only?" she repeats, her voice brimming with delight. "So we are friends! You said it yourself!" "T-that's not what I—" you start, a bit flustered, but Twilight is already exploring your private things. "H-hey!" you say as she sniffs the bed. Twilight pauses, her head still tilted as if sniffing out secrets. "Oh, your bed smells like... well, like you," she says, her voice light but with a hint of curiosity. "Interesting." She turns around, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can tell it's been a while since you last cleaned it," she remarks, glancing around the room. "I suppose it hasn't seen much action." "H-hey!" you say, taking offense (even though she's right). "Aren't you supposed to be sweet and innocent?" Twilight's expression turns thoughtful, and she tilts her head slightly. "Sweet and innocent doesn't mean I don't have a sense of humor," she replies, her tone playful. "Besides, it's only fair I notice these things. You are my friend, after all." "Stop saying that," you grumble. Twilight grins, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I think I'll say it a lot," she says with a playful tone. "It's all part of being your friend, after all." She moves to the dresser, her curiosity getting the better of her. "So, what's this?" she asks, picking up an old photograph from the cluttered surface. She studies it for a moment before handing it to you. "Is this... a human?" "Yeah, that's my sister. She left a few of her photos before she moved to Mississippi," you explain. "We rented this house together. It was cheaper that way." Twilight's eyes soften as she looks at the photograph. "She’s lovely," she says, handing the photo back to you. "She must have been very important to you." “Nah, she didn’t do the dishes or the trash, basically just ate my food for a couple years then left, halved rent was nice though” you say reminiscing. Twilight for a moment frowns and moves on, smile firmly back in place. She moves to the closet, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder what else you might have," she muses. "Do you alphabetize your clothes as well?" You realize you need to take control of this situation before she goes through every inch of your belongings. "That's enough, Twilight." She pops back out with a sock on her snout. Twilight pulls the sock off her snout, her eyes wide with delight. "I couldn't help it!" she says, holding up the sock. "It's all so new! This is quite the adventure." She twirls the sock around her hoof, her playful demeanor still evident. "I've never seen anything like this before. The sheer variety of clothing you have is astounding. It's like a treasure trove!" She starts inching towards your dresser as you scold her. "How would you like it if I looked through all of your things?" I say, trying to get her to relate. Twilight's eyes sparkle with curiosity as she inches closer to the dresser. "Oh, did you want to trade?" she replies, her tone playful but unapologetic. "It's only fair, after all. Friends share, right?" She picks up a pair of shoes, examining them with curiosity. "These are quite interesting. They look so... sturdy," she says, her voice tinged with wonder. "Do you wear them often?" "Yeah, feet are pretty soft, so we have to," you explain. You feel a chill run down your spine as you notice the curiosity in Twilight's eyes. She tilts her head, her gaze fixed on you. "So, what are these 'feet' you mentioned?" she asks, her tone soft but inquisitive. You realize you need to find a way to redirect her attention before she becomes too engrossed. "Look, Twilight, I appreciate your curiosity, but some things are better left unexplored." Twilight's eyes gleam with fascination. "Feet. Feeeeet. Fet." she repeats, trying out the new word, her voice tinged with excitement. "I've never heard of such a thing! It sounds... intriguing." She looks at you expectantly, clearly waiting for more information. "Do they have a special place in your body? Are they magical in some way?" she asks, leaning in closer, her curiosity almost palpable. "Hey. No. No Feet," you say, trying to be firm. Twilight's eyes widen in surprise, and she looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. "No feet?" she echoes, her voice almost incredulous. "But... How can I go on not knowing?" "You're just gonna have to deal with it," you say. Twilight tries to maintain her composure, but her twitching becomes more pronounced as she struggles to accept the mystery of 'feet.' She looks up at you, her eyes searching for weakness, but she finds none. "But it's so... intriguing," she murmurs, her voice tinged with frustration. "I feel like there's so much more to learn." She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Tell me about something else, then." "I will literally tell you anything if you forget about feet," you offer. Twilight's ears perk up at your offer, and she nods eagerly. "Anything? Really? Oh, this is exciting!" she exclaims, her previous frustration melting away. "Alright, anything," she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What's the most interesting thing about your world that you haven't told me yet?" You pause for a moment, trying to decide where to start. You decide to explain how airplanes achieve flight despite being heavier than air. Twilight's eyes widen with curiosity and wonder. "Airplanes? Flying? That's incredible!" she exclaims, her voice filled with excitement. "Tell me, how do they manage to defy gravity and soar through the air?" You nod, preparing to explain. "Well, airplanes work by using lift, which is created by the shape of their wings." Twilight leans in, her ears perked up with interest. "Lift? How do they create lift?" she asks, her curiosity evident. You take a breath and begin to explain. "The shape of the wings is designed to create an area of lower air pressure above the wing and an area of higher air pressure below. This difference in pressure creates an upward force called lift, which counteracts the weight of the plane and allows it to rise." Twilight's eyes shine with understanding as you explain. "That's amazing! So, it's like... magic?" she asks, her tone tinged with awe. "But not really, I suppose." You chuckle. "Well, it might seem magical, but it's actually just the result of clever design and the properties of air. The wings are angled in such a way that the air flows faster over the top and slower underneath, creating the pressure difference." Twilight nods, her mind clearly processing the information. "I see," she says, her tone thoughtful. "So, it's a combination of clever design and the natural properties of air. That's... fascinating." She looks at you with a curious expression. "Is there more to tell? How do they control the plane once it's in the air? Do they have to use magic to steer it?" You smile at Twilight's enthusiasm. "No, humans don't have magic," you say. Twilight looks at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "No magic? But how do they steer and control the plane then?" she asks, her curiosity clearly piqued. You shrug, enjoying her fascination. "Airplanes use a combination of control surfaces and control systems to steer and maneuver. The control surfaces on the wings, like ailerons and flaps, can be moved to change the angle of the wing and thus the direction of the plane." Twilight's ears perk up even more. "Ailerons and flaps? That sounds like a clever way to control the plane," she says, her voice tinged with admiration. "But how do they move these control surfaces?" You smile, appreciating her eagerness to learn. "Well, most modern planes have hydraulic or electric systems that allow the pilots to control the movement of these surfaces." You spend hours answering Twilight's questions, before long, it's dark. As the day fades into night, the room grows dimmer, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Twilight, still enthralled by your explanations, leans back in her chair, her ears twitching with excitement. "Wow, I've never imagined such a world," she says, her voice filled with awe. "It's incredible, yet somehow... understandable." "Ok, you've asked enough questions, go home," you say noticing its gotten dark out. Twilight's ears fold down in disappointment, and she looks at you with a mixture of reluctance and pleading. "But it's so dark out," she says, her voice tinged with concern. "I don't want to walk alone in the forest." She's adorable, but you can't fold. "I-I can't have basically some stranger sleep in my house," you say, slightly wavering. She senses weakness. Twilight's ears perk up again, and she looks at you with hopeful eyes. "Please? Just for tonight?" she asks, her voice soft and sincere. "I promise I'll leave in the morning. I'll even help with the chores tomorrow." You can't help but feel a pang of sympathy as you look into her pleading eyes. Despite your initial reluctance, her sincerity seems genuine. You try not to falter. "I-I..." her eyes seem to grow as she looks at you with hope. "I'll get the spare blankets," you say, drooping a bit. Twilight's face lights up with joy and relief. "Thank you," she says, her voice full of gratitude. She stands up and stretches, her tail flicking behind her with excitement. As you gather the soft blankets, you grumble about ponies being too good at begging. When you bring back the blankets, Twilight is nowhere to be seen. You hear noise in your room. When you get there, Twilight's lying on the bed and has clearly made herself at home. Twilight is lying on your bed, her eyes closed in contentment as she rests on the blankets. She has clearly made herself comfortable, her hooves tucked up and her tail wrapped snugly around her. You stand in the doorway, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. "Twilight, what are you doing?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Twilight stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she senses your presence. She stretches and yawns, seemingly oblivious to your irritation. "I'm just resting," she says, her voice soft and drowsy. "I'm not taking up much space." You cross your arms, trying to maintain your composure. "I know you're not taking up much space, but... this is my bed. You should be sleeping on the couch or something." Twilight sits up, her eyes wide with genuine confusion. "It's normal for ponies to sleep together," she says, her tone filled with innocence. "We often share beds or sleep in close proximity. It's just how we do things." You take a deep breath, trying to keep your frustration in check. "I get that, but this is my bed. You can sleep on the couch or even the floor if you want." Twilight tilts her head, her expression still confused and a bit puzzled. "But why not? It's just a bed," she says, her tone gentle yet insistent. "I promise I won't take up much space. I'll even make sure to get up early and help with the chores as promised." You rub your temples, feeling a headache coming on. "It's not just about taking up space, Twilight. This is my personal space, my sanctuary." Twilight gives you a determined look, her eyes locked on yours. "It's fine," she insists firmly. "I'll be out of here in the morning." Before you can respond, she lays back down, closing her eyes with a practiced air of peacefulness. You watch in exasperation as her breathing slows into what sounds suspiciously like fake snores. "Am I a pushover?" you say to yourself as you get in bed and do your best to ignore the sleeping lavender menace. You climb into bed, trying to ignore the presence beside you. Twilight's fake snores are starting to get on your nerves. You adjust the blankets and close your eyes, attempting to fall asleep despite the unusual situation. As you lay there, you hear a faint rustling sound. You open your eyes to find Twilight quietly rolling onto her side, her eyes open and watching you. "Do you ever get lonely?" "Weren't you sleeping?" you say flatly. Twilight's eyes soften, and she gives you a sheepish grin. "I was just resting my eyes," she says, her voice gentle. "But I couldn't help wondering... do you ever get lonely?" "No," you lie. "I am an island unto myself." Twilight's ears twitch, and she looks at you with a combination of curiosity and compassion. "Really? But how can that be? Everyone needs friends and companions," she says softly. "Even if it's just for a little while." You shift uncomfortably, feeling the heat of her gaze. "I've just never needed them. I prefer my solitude," you insist, though your voice lacks the confidence you'd like it to have. Twilight's expression softens, her eyes showing understanding and empathy. "That's... interesting," she says, her tone gentle. "But sometimes, even the strongest and most self-sufficient need a little bit of connection, a little bit of friendship." She pauses, then adds, "I'm here now. If you want to talk or share something, I'm here to listen." "Well, I'm here to sleep," you then pretend to be asleep, with fake snores “gaa-shooo, gaaa-shooo”. Twilight's eyes narrow slightly, catching on your fake snores. "You know, you're not very good at this," she says, her voice teasing but also kind. You open one eye just enough to see her and pretend to snore again, this time with a bit more conviction. She chuckles softly, the sound gentle and soothing. "I guess I'll just have to keep trying," she says, her tone playful. Twilight settles back down, her breathing steady and even. You peak your eye back open and watch her for a moment, her peaceful expression bringing a strange sense of calm over you. I try to shake it off, cant go soft, after all. As the night progresses, you find yourself drifting into a light sleep, the sound of her gentle snores and the quiet hum of the night in the forest lulling you into a strange sense o

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In a war-torn land, a unicorn family hires Fluttershy, a pegasus seeking refuge. As darkness looms, they encounter a being who could change their fate, for the better... or the the worst.

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<p>In a land scarred by an endless war against an ancient evil not understood. A family of unicorns grieves the loss of their father, who ventured into battle and never returned. Desperate for support, they hire a humble pegasus named Fluttershy, who seeks refuge from her own troubles. As both the family and Fluttershy yearn for a glimmer of peace amidst the encroaching darkness, their hopes seem ever more distant. untill one day Fluttershy and them encounter a being who could change their fate, for the better... or for the worst.</p>

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Long, long ago, ponies once lived in perfect harmony, due to both their endless love and friendship among the land. But due to their differences, the ponies over time became arrogant and spiteful against one another. It wasn’t long before the ponies began to look down on one another, leading to an unnecessary hierarchy. They quickly turned on each other, starting great wars in the name of those ideals, turning their hearts cold and icy. Along with it, so did their fertile lands, giving little food to spare, becoming another resource to only fight for. Among this land, I was born partly out of darkness and chaos, for what purpose I knew not. Friendship and love were merely only a concept to me as I embodied the chaos of the lands. A vampire whose only existence was darkness to survive. Without it, I am nothing; I can be nothing, for it's all I have ever known. But time is a fickle thing. While the days grew longer and darker, I barely aged at all. I chalked it up to me being my glorious chaotic self, able to live far longer than the weaklings that inhabited this wasteland of a world. It was so dark, and yet pure. I hated everything about it. The dark clouds above, and the ice cold wind that brought down a pure white substance that laid at my feet below, was all I had to call family. And yet despite this, despite being something greater than any creature to ever exist, I had something I could not fully explain. A beating heart… one that held warmth inside of it, and imagination. Tired of the snow, I used that imagination to create the first thing I could think of. Something warm, something soothing, something I could drink. All I really needed to do was think of it and poof it was there in my hands. What was it exactly? It was a strange warm brown liquid with an aroma so intoxicating, full of sugary sweet scent, I could not explain it. It poured from a ball of swirling purple and black energy, this energy I would come to recognize as my own. The strange substance hit the ground, staining the white in brown. On contact, the icy and snow did something I had never seen before. It boiled and evaporated away as the brown substance puddled at my feet. With caution, I knelt my head down and carefully stuck my tongue into it. The moment it hit my taste buds I felt a fire under my skin. The rich creamy texture of the strange liquid was more than I could bear, and it wasn’t long before I collapsed into it, wanting more. What was it I felt in my heart? What was this amazing taste? I needed to know but couldn't put a name to it. At least not then. It would be a long time before I could figure out exactly what it was. What this burning desire coursing through my body was- and more importantly, how I could use it to my advantage. But I mustn’t get ahead big myself. We must tell this story properly after all. For years and years, I would live right next to that endless pool of brown liquid, which I formally named as chocolate. Why chocolate, because it was the first word that came to mind. The first word I ever used, and the first word I would ever share. Share? Yes, share, for you see in my long years, longer than I could possibly know, I lived in a frozen meadow surrounded by a forest, all alone, not a creature in sight. In sight maybe, but I could always hear their little pitter-patter. I knew they were there. Little creatures of lesser beings. Even so, I had company, didn’t I? And as such, I was going to be hospitable, or at least try. There were these little rats with big bushy tails, which I learned later were called squirrels. There were also these things with feathers I would soon come to know as birds. Some were even quite large, called hawks or eagles. There were creatures with strong claws growing out of their heads and others with strange scaly skin. There were these massive cats with fiery manes. I would soon learn I saw deer and lions, wolves and bunny rabbits, and mice. Bears and boars and serpents. Strangely, I came to recognize I was one of them, but far greater. What do I mean? I mean I had a deer leg and antlers, a serpent tail, a lion paw, an eagle claw, and a lizard leg. Was I one of these creatures, one of these animals? But my head didn’t look like anything I had come to see in the forest. Instead, I would brush it off and consider myself their superior. And just like that, I ordered them to come and share in my hospitality. I offered them a drink of my warm chocolate in the hopes of sharing my invention with the world I was among, to bring something bright and colorful against the darkness of the world we barely survived in.The creatures were more than frightened of me, and how could they not? I was superior. It’s the way of things. Lesser beings always fear their betters. But even so, I coaxed one or two out to give it a try. Finally, I wasn’t alone. Yes, they were lesser beings; I had none of my own kind, but I wasn’t alone in the world anymore. As I watched the little lesser creature—a bunny rabbit—hop its way to my pool of chocolate, I bowed, feeling the same warmth I once felt when I first created the substance. The rabbit shivered, not from the cold but from its fear of me, as it approached carefully. I gently patted it on the head, and offered it a drink from my hands. At first, it only took cautious sniffs but then decided to give it a try. As its tongue touched the substance, its eyes popped open in surprise. At first, I smiled, happy to share this strange fiery feeling with another animal. I was certain that what the rabbit was experiencing was the same thing I experienced when I first twisted it. But soon things turned dire, as the rabbit fell to the ground with such an alarming thud that, even for such a little being, the sound echoed throughout the forest. The air stood still as my heart fell silent. The rabbit was dead; I poisoned it. And that was the first lesson I would ever learn about love. Love? Yes love. A simple four letter word, but holds so much more meaning then I could ever hope to explain. At times it seemed so simple, too simple. And yet that’s why it was the perfect word for it. Love was what I created in liquid form. Chocolate was the pure taste and warmth that love had had to offer in its most potent form. And love was not only powerful, it was dangerous, and poisonous to all those who seeked it out. I wouldn’t know of the concept had I not experienced it through this strange lesson I first learned. And just like the rabbit died, so did my trust in it. Somehow the substance inviting warmth now felt too hot, even for me. And it was then I joined the snow, enjoying the bitter cold, I for so long once wanted to escape from. Ages more would pass and not one animal would come near me or the pool of poison. Not one… until they came. … In droves, a might I had not known before came rushing through my frozen home. These creatures were unlike the others. They had the same face I did. Perhaps not the same appendages, but the same head shape, as they stood tall over the land. Some even had wings, fluttering in the harsh winter wind. All of them were coated in a shiny silver-plated material they called armor. Among them was a figure wearing gold, who was clearly their leader. He brought his men to a halt, saying: “We shall rest here, men. The enemy shall soon attack over the hills. Before we greet them, I want you all to gather your strengths, for this may be our last battle ever, wahhh!” he shouted in a comedic, high-pitched voice, considering how deep his original tone was. He spotted me, a figure among the trees. I had no fear of such creatures as I was the mightiest of them all. I approached curiously, as I observed every one of them. “What trickery is this, this- the leader shook his head. “What thing are you, a naked monstrosity of the forest. “Naked, what does that mean,” I asked uncertain of its strange language. “It talks,” gasped the golden armoire creature. “You speak my tongue yet your words are strange to me. Tell me what are you doing in my forest.” \ “Your-“ growled the leader. “This land belongs to my ancestors, I am the ruler king longhorn.” “King, what is a king?” I asked as I began hovering above the ground. The moment my feet lifted off the ground and I hadn’t flapped my wings even once the king collapsed to his knees. “Your a da da da- he shivered.” “I’m a da da da- afraid I do not understand,” I chirped, with an innocent grin. Oh how when I look back on this day I, I sometimes wished I had stayed that innocent. “Forgive me spirit of the land, I am but a humble ruler preparing to defend his kingdom against a great threat.” He bowed. “And what threat would that be,” I raised an eyebrow.” “Dragons, coming from the west, they have done nothing but terrorize my kind for centuries. Today me and my dozen men shall put an end to it.they shall ascend into this meadow soon, we hope to ambush them and use the trees as cover. At his words my eyes nearly popped from their sockets. “The meadow, but that’s-!!” Without hesitation I raised my wings giving me the necessary pouch to fly through the air at my top speed. I needed to get there. I needed to stop those dragons from destroying it. “But why?” As those questions popped into my head, I came to a crashing halt, so fast that the compressed air even erupted into a booming sound. “Why am I so worried about my pool?” I thought as I remembered the innocent who died from its alchemy. It should have been destroyed, right? I should have wished it away as I did its existence. And yet I couldn’t, for it was at that time the only source of warmth in this frozen wasteland. I turned my head up to the trees. Most of the other species of trees were all but a pile of twisted bark. The only greenery I could see was that of the evergreens, which stood the cold test of time better than even I. They covered the forest in darkness as far as the eye could see, letting in only small bits of light that the animals used for what little warmth they could find. That is what it felt like. The idea that my pool, my creation, was just going to be nearly gone brought my heart to its second standstill. A fury of rage within me bubbled to the surface. I could not allow my home, my light, my only source of freedom to be destroyed, despite it causing me such turmoil. I flew there not knowing what I would find, what I would do, but whatever it was, I would do something. I would have to do something. “But what?” Suddenly, as I came over the last crowded bunches of trees, I finally found what I was looking for. I stormed down, enraged, not certain of what my eyes would see. But to my surprise, however, things took quite the turn from there. The dragons, a dozen of them, all sat drinking the poisonous substance from my pool. And yet not one of them died. In fact, just the opposite. They didn’t bother with my appearance; they were so infatuated with my pool that they could do little more than roll over and feast. At times, I watched a few get snarky and snappy with each other, barbarically snapping their jaws at one another, as if ready to go into a duel. But their leader, the largest of them all, would swat them away and take charge as he descended into the sugary liquid once more. The ponies, however, were not far behind and came, weapons drawn, out of the woodwork, expecting a furious battle between the large lizard-like creatures and themselves. Only to find a bunch of happy, fat dragons laying on their sides, rocking back and forth in the pool that gave them such joy. “What, what in the world did you do to them?” the king asked me. After shaking off my own bewilderment, I explained to them that I did nothing, that I only created the pool long ago and how these creatures had found it. “Pool?” the king mumbled as he narrowed his eyes on the substance. He and his men, cautious of both the dragons and it, grew closer. “Nah, no! I must warn you, only I have ever tasted it and survived.” “We’re alive!” moaned the dragon king in complete pleasure. “You there say you’re the one responsible for this.” The dragon was three times my size, yet I could tell from an instant that its power stood no chance against my own. “What do you call such a substance?” “Chocolate, and I’d be happy if you got out of my pool, thank you.” I ordered as I raised my claw. A dark purple aura surrounded the dragons, and soon they were lifted out of my pool and tossed to the ground like the lesser beings they were. The king was clearly cowed by my power and could do nothing but quiver under my strength. One brave soldier, however, decided that curiosity was worth enraging me. The unicorn took a small drop of my chocolate as a test run. “I turned to him expecting him and the dragons to fall and die like the rabbits I let go. Instead, a smile spread on the unicorn's lips as it moaned in delight. “Oh, so rich, so sweet! Oh my lord, you must try this,” the unicorn turned to his king in delight. “It’s as if love itself was poured into a liquid.” “Love, you say?” smiled the king wearily. But with a crack of thunder and the sudden shift of the icy air that bit at everyone’s skins, I made the clouds above encircle us as my eyes glowed a warning. “Be careful of your next step, or I shall show you just what I wanted to do with those dragons,” I told them. The king bowed his head to me, as did the dragon king. “Forgive us, great deity. I know not of your wrath, nor do I want to. I merely love your chocolate. If I and my kin were to bow to you, would you give us more?” begged the dragon. “You cannot trust them; a dragon’s heart only knows how to lie and cheat,” the pony king said. “If you would humble us, sir, perhaps a deal is in order.” “A deal?” I raised my eyebrow, not taking the king's words lightly. “Yes, you see, I am a king, one of great stature.” The king raised his head for a moment. “I have a large kingdom that needs help due to the constant bullying their dragons give us. The frozen land makes it hard for my people to find food and thrive in this world.” He raised his hooves high in the air, praising me for my glory. “But if you help us, I can give you whatever you want: power, jewels, and riches. I can get your name on the top of the world, if you would only let this resource belong to ponykind and ponykind alone.” With that, I could only stand there, confused and unsure of what to think. I could either have dragons as servants doing my bidding forever, or I could learn how to become a king and take whatever I wanted. The question was, what did I want? What could either creature give me that I didn’t already have? As I turned from one group to the other, I pondered that above all else. What was it that I wanted in this world? What was my heart's greatest desire? I knew in a heartbeat what I wanted and couldn’t put into words, despite my struggles for wanting it more and more every passing day. With a raise of my claw, I snapped the dragons into chains, forcing them to succumb to my might. “You have a deal, so long as I can call you a friend.” A friend… a companion… someone to share my life with. It was all I ever wanted, and now I had the power to get it. Sure, they weren’t exactly on the same playing field as I was, but it was far better than the silky animals of the forest. These creatures could, at the very least, talk to me, though I admit their dialect was different from mine. The king shed his armor, a feat I wasn’t aware ponies were capable of, and raised his hoof to me. It was a moment that would change my life… and not for the better. It wasn’t long after that the king brought me to his land—a small group of villagers and a stark building for a kingdom. He would then teach me all that his kind had to offer, in exchange for simple goods, chocolate being the number one among them. It wasn’t long until I soon learned how to read and write, and even greater, to speak fluently in their tongue. By then, I myself was adorned with elegant, vibrant, velveteen purple and black robes that matched my mighty magic color to a tee. Gold and silver, along with heels of all colors, became a staple of my existence. And it wasn’t long before I took on a title of my own. "Lord of Goods" was what I was first called, a name I wore proudly despite never having a correct name at all. My life as the Lord of Goods wasn’t long-lived either. “Despite my extravagance, both in looks and power, if not for the king, who did what he could to keep me in the loop, it was all too clear what most thought of me behind closed doors. In the hopes of regaining some of their confidence, I took on a form matching theirs, hoping to fit in at the very least. But even in my pony form, it never hid what I truly was. My red eyes and fiery black-haired flames gave me away all too clearly. Nevertheless, I put my best foot forward, laying on the charm thick, as they would say, in hopes of meeting their ridiculous expectations. Why, though, I questioned myself for so long. Was it truly because of my own heart's desire for companionship that I lowered myself to such depths as to grovel among lesser creatures? Where was my pride, my strength, my power? By the end of the king's life, it had gone with him. As soon as he had a son, he cared not for me or my company anymore. In fact, I could see it in his eyes—his pure fear of what I would do if I were ever to change my mind on this deal of ours. Soon, what friendship I thought we had was nearly all wiped away one day when he called me into his throne room one afternoon. I stood before the king in my dark robes, contrasting with his mighty golden ones, with a look of astonishment upon my face. My eyes were wide and my mouth agape. But I, being me, nearly thought it was nothing more than just a joke, and so my lips twitched as a sound erupted from the back of my throat—a chuckle that sent shivers down most spines, all except the king, who remained ever so brave against me, despite being far above him. “Gee, and people say you don’t have a sense of humor. Oh dear king longhorn, shall it not be that I have provided you with everything your heart desires. “Was it not I, who gave thee, control of the dragons who terrorized your kind and then gave you goods beyond what your mind could ever think of.” With a raise of my arms I gestured to the building we were in. “When I first arrived this castle was no more than straw and wood, and over the decades I have made this place a stronghold built of stone and iron far greater than any kingdom you have ever known.” I raised one finger and pointed it at him. “Is not I, who is the reason why you have a child in the first place. It was my goods that gave you the ability to trade and form a land unlike any other! And attract your mate!” I hissed. The sound of it echoed off the stone cold walls, we stood in thanks to my mighty abilities. “I am not ungrateful for your contribution to my lands, Lord of Goods. But I am weary and old. As I grow older, my son will take the throne, and in this new era of peace, the last thing the kingdom has to fear is you, great sorcerer,” he said as he walked past his throne, his back turned to me the entire conversation. It was then that he shed his great robes and donned not a suit of gold like before, but a suit of simple metal and rust. He unsheathed a sword—one simple in nature. The meaning behind this was all too clear. Gone was the friendly gold aura, full of fancy jewels of wishes I could exploit for my own gain. And now stood the startling reality of a creature who, despite his own fears, held such bravery he was willing to put his own life on the line for the sake of others. “In the name of our friendship, I shall give you a chance to go back to the forest from which you came and never stand among my kin again.” His words were like knives at my throat. Far sharper than even his blade of which I could see my reflection. The reflection of a dark entity trying to hide himself as a pony, and for what. “You used me,” I muttered, broken. The king turned and faced me, a Saturn look on his face. “I did think of you as a friend, but you’ve become something of a threat to my kingdom. And I must deal with all threats, demon.I can not allow you to cause such discord anymore!” He growled as a fiery fury burned in his eyes. Soon his horn began to glow, and it was I on the other end of it. At first, a frown adorned my face, but my lips curved into a small smile. “I was a fool, wasn’t I? Friendship and love—these things you hold dear—they're not for beings like me, are they?” I told him, raising my claw as I morphed from a pony into my true state. The king ground his teeth and began rushing towards me, his magic holding his sword in tow. What was I to do, except stand there and take the blow? I could finish it. With a snap of my fingers that echoed through the halls, I watched as the king died at my fingertips. His heart burst, throwing his chest open and leaving an ugly, gruesome sight of guts and flesh, as a red substance leaked out, filling the floor in a pool not unlike my very own chocolate one. The guards who were willing to lay down their lives joined their king as I walked out of the castle. Quickly, I crossed paths with the queen, who clutched her baby tightly in her arms, protecting them best as she could. “Mother,” I whispered as thunder came crashing down on the land. The chaos that consumed the little kingdom after that was far too much for even me to handle. “I longed for the warmth of a hug from a mother. Instead, I got the cold wind of a blizzard on my back. I longed for a home, cozy and warm. Instead, I got the cold and dreary world presented to me. For what purpose, I knew not, nor cared for anymore. I raised my hand again against the child or its mother. I merely consumed what my purpose in life truly was when I ultimately snapped my claw, letting chaos wash away that little kingdom in an ocean of pure molten hot liquid chocolate and drowned my sorrows in its delicious destruction. Such discord was nearly a formality. And so I would take on from there a new title: Discord, the Lord of Chaos. … Those who survived fled. And with my might, I forced those who remained to serve me as my army among the forest. I made sure to let the forest engulf the land, letting every branch it touched be a clear statement: this was my kingdom. I was the king of chaos, and inside, I enslaved those to do my will. Now living, I had no one to count on. To say it was a lonely existence was anything but wrong, as I relished in my own darkness and forged an army that wasn’t one to mess with. Another century or two would pass before I encountered my next greatest threat to my endless reign. Descendants of Longhorn, and that child I foolishly left alive, came to free their forgotten home, along with armies of other kingdoms that had gained strength in numbers over the years. And so it wasn’t long before my age of chaos began to merely drain them of their ridiculous efforts. In that time, they unfortunately learned from me. They adored both gold and silver armor. But those who wore black like mine were truly the strongest. They built not forgeries of straw and wood, but of stone and iron, and they endlessly fought against my forces. Futile as it was, I became increasingly annoyed at their attempts to overthrow me. As I sat on my throne, listening to a battle report from a small dragon, a derivative of the ones I captured and enslaved long ago, I scratched the edge of my throne as I thought of what to do about them. “Uh, sir, did—dis— “Lord Chaos!” I hissed, not taking any of his attempts at my name lightly. “Uh, yeah, yes, Lord Chaos, might I make a suggestion?” the young hatchling shivered at my feet. It was a purple dragon, with enraged eyes and spines down its back. It had no wings yet, for it was still, at this time, very little. Too little if you asked me. “Get on with it,” I rolled my eyes, expecting nothing useful from my little minion. “Wha, what if you made a, a deal of pa-peace?” The dragon gulped as it grabbed its tail in hopes of holding itself from my grasp. “A deal of—” I snapped back, only for my jaw to drop. A deal. That word was something I rarely ever used in my vocabulary. That word is what led me down the path I was on then. That deal I made was the single worst decision I have ever made. Yet it taught me a great deal too, no pun intended. As I thought it over, my lips curled into a toothy grin as I stroked my goatee, which I had grown over the years. A conniving look struck my eyes as I remembered how the king of old used me in his deal. “Perhaps I could use the same tactics to my advantage, Longhorn.” I chuckled as I stood from my throne and walked past the shaking dragon at my feet. “My, my lord,” his voice chirped, high-pitched as ever. “Good work, Spucky,” “Spike,” “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “A deal is actually a very smart idea,” I said as I walked into the next room and undid the straps on the robes. As they fell, they revealed a body pure of chaos and strength. “See to it that the princesses and their royal help hear word of a civilized meeting between enemies,” I said as I descended into my pool of chocolate for my daily bath. “After that, you are free for the night,” I sang, snapping my fingers. “A fresh batch of crystals and chocolate for you to eat awaits you down in your cave when you are done,” I told him as I began to vanish beneath the warmth of the brown liquid. “Uh, yes, your highness,” stated the young hatchling as he stumbled out of the room. Once I ascended from the waters, I was no longer in my true form. Once again, in hopes of speaking to them, I took on my pony form. But this time, it wasn’t because I was going to lower my head to their stupid ways. Instead, it was so that I could force them into a soft sense of sincerity, if not a false one, where I could then manipulate them at every whim I saw fit. “Just as you once did to me, Longhorn, I shall now do to your grandchildren,” I snickered as black armor encased me magically. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw not the facade I had adopted, but my own evil grin staring back at me, ready to play the long game, for however long it takes. … Prince Sombra, his beloved Celestia, along with their friend, the Duchess Chrysalis, and Celestia's sister, all sat in armor awaiting my arrival as they sat on thrones around a high court that was raised so that even I, as tall as I was, had to look up at them. It was actually quite amusing. They now looked down at me when clearly they were anything but superior. I walked in, in my pony form, as I stood below the council. “Discord, your ruthlessness knows no bounds,” said the angelic voice of Celestia. Oh please, don’t think I like her. It’s a mere observation. Believe me, she was anything but my type. She sat on her throne, outshining everyone in the room, both figuratively and literally. Her stunning skin and fur were adorned in silver and gold. A crown sat on her head, reflecting her leadership above the land. A stunning white light shone like the sun itself—beauty and purity that everyone adored and loved without question. She was everything I hated about ponykind above all else. They grew up in the light, full of happy homes and warm sunshine. I grew up isolated in the woods, where all I had for warmth was a pool of chocolate I created through my own power. My power… Was all I could trust. But no matter, no matter, it didn’t really bother me to stand directly in front of her. For I could tell that despite the warm glow she enveloped throughout the land, she was a fire, and all fires burn when you get too close. A mere glance at her closest loved ones could reveal just that. Chrysalis, a clear crystal unicorn, shone like diamonds around the room. She sparkled literally due to the light coming off of Celestia. Yet there was a look of envy in her eyes. “Good, something I could use later,” I thought as I turned to the next royal in the room. Celestia’s own betrothed, a green-eyed handsome and devilish pony in his own right. Prince Sombra, soon to be king, was a gray pony whose mighty form was beloved by his kingdom. Yet just one glance in his eye was all I needed to tell me what kind of king he was. The look in his eye was just like Longhorn's so many years ago. It was clear, just from the bored look in his green eyes, that he was only marrying to use Celestia's power and saw her as nothing more than a means to his crown. A user, just like all royals. “And something I could use to my advantage.” Finally, last but not least, was the saddest of the stories I could read. Princess Luna loved her sister and her people. But it was clear that despite her admiration and affection for her sister, a dark shadow cast Luna into the darkness—one that I was preparing to exploit at any moment. As my eyes returned to Celestia, as hard as it was to even look at her—she was so damn bright—I could envision just how to take her down a peg and teach the granddaughter of Longhorn a thing or two. With that, a conniving smirk spread across my lips as I bowed before the royalty of the day. As I came up, I finally said, “Dear rulers of the free world, I have come here today to offer a proposal." “And whatever proposal can a demon like you make?” asked Sombra as he narrowed his eyes at me. “Glad you asked, for you see, it is merely a simple concept.” I grinned. “Get on with it,” barked Chrysalis. “Fine, we’ll skip the formalities,” I shrugged as I took my seat. “Simply put, I have come here today to seek a peaceful solution among our kingdoms." The room gasped, except for Celestia, who narrowed her eyes like daggers at me, watching my every move. “Yes,” I emphasized to the crowned. “Against what you may perceive of me, I actually don’t like this ridiculous conflict either. I am one for chaos, but this fight has gone on long enough.” I raised my hand in the air. “I am not throwing in any towels; I just simply have better things to do than to drain you all of your resources. And let’s face it, that is what you are doing since not one of you has made an inch of progress through my forest. You will soon drain all of your resources and fall to me eventually.” “So there it is then,” Luna droned. “You want us to bow now, is that it?” “Oh dear princess,” I clapped for the sister of the night. “Good try,” I pity her. “But no, instead I call for simple peace. Leave me and the forest alone, and you will never again have to hear my name, so long as you stay out of my forest.” I emphasized "my forest" with a threatening growl, showing I was not kidding when I claimed it as my own. “I think not,” shouted Celestia. “You, Discord, are playing a dangerous game here. If we agreed to your deal, what will come of your slaves?” she said coldly before raising her voice to the top of her lungs. “What will come to my people, the ones you segregate for your own amusement!” I couldn’t help but give a bone-chilling chuckle at the future queen's watchful eye. “Oh, nothing. They will simply live in my clutches for all eternity while they serve me,” I said, placing a hoof on my chest. “After all, don’t you also have servants of your own?” “Servants are proud, loyal beings ready to do my bidding by their request. I never force my servants into doing something they don’t want to do like you, Discord!” she barked. “Ha, as if there’s much more of a difference between free will and fear,” I rolled my eyes. In response, I could only see literal steam come off her head as she began turning red. “What did I tell you? Such a hothead, especially in these younger years." “I’m not done; you see, I need those servants, for if I don’t have them, how can I properly trade with you all?” I asked. “Trade?” Sombra raised an eyebrow, never letting his lips move from their bored tone. “Yes, I shall trade you all one wish each. I have the mighty power to do just that. Whatever your heart's greatest desire, I can give it to you, be it wealth, food, or goods. I can provide it, so long as you stay away from my forest.” I lowered my eyebrows and raised my head further to the ceiling. “A simple exchange from a sorcerer deity like myself.” “Liar!” barked Celestia, outraged by my proposition. “You need no servants to do just that. You ask me what my heart desires, and it’s simple: my people’s freedom from your tyranny!” “Fine,” I stated casually, catching her and the others off guard. “If you want their freedom so badly, then let’s have a simple exchange.” I shrugged as I prepared to make my ultimate deal. “This is a one-time offer,” I pointed my hoof at Celestia. “You become my slave in exchange for all of them.” I laughed maniacally Celestia lunged back in her seat, terrified of my words. They were merely knives slicing through her defenses. Finally, I had her in the ropes, and near the palm of my claws. “You speak big and bold, but when faced with the reality of it, you will not do it, will you?” I snickered at her, fully engulfing her with chaos. The fright in her eyes, the confusion I sensed—it was so delicious, I could nearly twist the chaos. It filled me, giving me strength. So much so that I inevitably began floating upward until I was at eye level with her. “You say you want to save them. Here’s your chance to prove yourself worthy of their love. Or are you just going to show them who you really are?” I said as I could see my own dark image within her blazing eyes. “You’re a beauty on the outside, but nothing but an ugly, selfish bitch on the inside,” I said as I cupped her chin, bringing her face closer to me. She was hot to the touch. Yes, hot, not warm. It was as if I held fire in my own claws. It would burn anyone who got too close. Indeed, if not for my dark powers, even I would succumb to the disgusting heat she truly was, deep within. It was all I needed to see. There was no comforting warmth I could ever find inside her. Only a blazing fury that made me wish for the frozen tundra I called home. Immediately, she slapped my claw away from her, nearly scratching her skin. With it, her blood stained my sharpened fingertips as a few drops of the red liquid fell onto the floor, splashing with an echoed sound that, even among the enraged fury of everyone, I heard, sending me back to that awful night I killed the king. For a moment, I rubbed the claws stained with blood against one another as my cocky smirk faded into an emotionless expression. Somehow, my new stare frightened her more, and I watched as she stumbled over her throne and backed away from me. In seconds, the other royalty surrounded her protectively, swords drawn, ready to strike me down. But why, though? I thought, as I watched them encase her. Why her, and not me? Why was Celestia beloved and not me? I simply inhaled, wiping the blood off my fingertips as I turned my back to them. With a simple snap of my fingers, it would be all too easy to take them out. They were merely mortals, after all. Nothing like me. Soon, I laughed derangedly; it began as a small chuckle but grew above the walls of stone, echoing all around for the crowd to hear. “You see, Celestia, you should have taken me up on my offer,” I said. Horns sprouted from my head as I morphed completely back into my true form. For you see, I can myself be quite persuasive. I raised my hand, encasing the three within a barrier that protected them from me. “Him, yes him. No longer could I call these actions my own. Soon I let him take over… the chaos surrounding me was too great, and soon I found myself diving into its depths where my mind was nearly split in two. Ahahahhahaha! He laughed as I stood, watching in place. My body was merely a tool for Chaos’s will. This couldn’t be me, I thought. No, no, I left them alive; I wouldn’t kill out of cold blood. Then again, this wasn’t so much of a killing either. Instead of killing, I felt that whatever happened was too far even for me to take. Yet he did it, or I did, I’m not sure anymore, as the chaos consumed the three ponies in darkness. They at first struggled through my grasp as I began infiltrating their heads. “Celestia is only a tool to you, Sombra; why not take her now and rule your throne by force?” I could hear the demon within me telling him. “You’re always envious of her love, love that rightfully belongs to you; why not force it out of her?” it said to Chrysalis. She struggled to shake her head, as did Sombra. It was ultimately Luna who fell first. “Your sister outshines you; don’t you want to outshine her? I can give you that if you let me in.” Let him in, let in what? Soon I stumbled back as I faced my own inner demon. Its darkness, its pain, its suffering knew no bounds. “I’m tired of my heart,” it said before I felt myself splitting in two. I watched as Luna transformed into a bat alicorn, with fangs as sharp as mine. And… or just her. But so did the others. Sombra was now a wisp of dark energy with fangs, and Chrysalis turned into the love-sucking ember she was inside her heart. Soon this was it. And as I remembered, the chaos chose its host; they went after their rival. In hopes of stopping said chaos, I raised my claw and snapped once, giving Celestia what little energy I had left. The energy enveloped the princess, giving her wings and transforming her into an alicorn, as I blacked out into the abyss of darkness and a stone-cold chill I knew all too well. Worry not, dear friend, for this story is not done. This was only the prologue to my horrific tale.

auctor

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Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Comedy,Horror,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Not the last

Sunset Shimmer finds something she shouldn’t in the restricted section

complete

<p>Sunset Shimmer’s quest to become an alicorn takes a different path when she finds something that purports to be a more direct method than using the Crystal Mirror.</p>

everyone

2024-08-20T02:43:53+00:00

2024-08-20T15:35:15+00:00

Sunset Shimmer looked over the shelves of the restricted section until she found the target of her interest — the books on magical artifacts, just past the shelves covering alchemy. As she approached, the cover of one of the alchemy books caught her eye. Curious, she opened the thin volume, skimming its contents. It suggested an entirely new angle for Sunset to take on her personal quest. This is perfect! I won’t need to bother with that stupid mirror at all. Smiling to herself, she put the small book into her saddlebag and slipped back out, leaving the inattentive librarian unaware of her brief unauthorized visit. Princess Celestia looked over the alchemy lab, full of students working through their exercises. She whispered to the alchemy professor, “What’s Sunset working on now?” The professor whispered back, “Currently she’s doing a synthesis of isethionic acid.” “She hasn’t been pestering you about enantiomers, has she?” “No, your majesty. Why do you ask?” Sunset galloped down the mountain road, away from Canterlot, chased by a large, sinister, and partially ethereal–looking red ox. It’s clear I can’t outrace this beast. The most obvious difference between them was his great bulk. How can I make being smaller into an advantage? The answer was right there in front of her at the foot of the mountain. Sunset bolted out of the Everfree Forest, burrs on her legs and a mane full of leaves and twigs. As she caught her breath, her ears swiveled. Not that she’d need them to — even if she’d been half deaf, she’d be able to hear the racket of her pursuer crashing through the forest. Failing to hear anything unusual, she grinned with relief and began grooming her coat as she walked to the nearby crossroads, taking the path back to Canterlot. Sunset’s eyes widened and her blood ran cold. The large red ox was there, blocking her path home. She turned back to the crossroads and took the path to Ponyville. Impossibly, the ox was there. She stood still in shock, and he pawed the ground. Sunset turned around again, and took the path to Appleloosa. He blocked this pathway as well. Sunset stared at him, and he pawed the ground. She stood there, and the ox snorted and lowered his head, pointing his horns at her. Her legs began to shake, and the giant ox, second only to Babe in size, charged her. Sunset yelped and turned tail, rushing back to the crossroads and down the only path available to her, the one leading to Baltimare. While Sunset maintained her fitness well, she was hardly an athletic pony, and before long she was winded, slowing her to a canter, then a trot. Looking around the empty roadway, she sighed in relief and stepped off the road to begin grazing. Her stomach had been upset by her fright, and some grass should help to settle it. She’d only gotten a couple mouthfuls before she heard the ox snort right behind her, immediately startling her back into a gallop. Sunset trotted down the road blearily, her legs aching from overexertion. Any path that didn’t lead to the coast was blocked by the giant red ox. Every time she stopped or slowed to a walk, he would appear within a minute to drive her forward. Her head lolled from exhaustion, and her mane was plastered to her neck by sweat. Her eyelids drooped closed. Sunset stepped blindly off the path and stumbled. Her eyes shot open, but she’d already lost her balance and she fell over onto her side. As she rolled down the embankment, she hit her temple on a stone and she was unconscious before her body rolled to a stop beside the stream.

auctor

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Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Comedy,Horror,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

Not the last

Sunset Shimmer finds something she shouldn’t in the restricted section

complete

<p>Sunset Shimmer’s quest to become an alicorn takes a different path when she finds something that purports to be a more direct method than using the Crystal Mirror.</p>

everyone

2024-08-20T02:44:48+00:00

2024-08-20T15:36:58+00:00

Sunset Shimmer awoke to a dull pain in her legs and a sharp pain in her head. She opened her eyes, and the red light almost made her panic until she realized it was the western sky at dusk. She greedily guzzled the stream’s water and wolfed down the nearby cattails before she felt sound enough to attempt to stand. She was dizzy and her legs wobbled, but she managed to make it upright. Her legs and head ached, but she gritted her teeth to step upstream despite the pain. But now there was another source of red light there — standing in the stream bed was the bull ox. He pawed at the stones and snorted. Sunset decided she was too exhausted to run and stood her ground. The giant ox charged forward, and adrenaline overrode Sunset’s pain and fatigue as she galloped recklessly downstream in the twilight. Sunset blasted the door to Hollow Shades’s library off its hinges. “Banishing spells! Where are the banishing spells?” she yelled into the unoccupied building. Sunset frantically looked around the shelves by the green light of her horn, but her search was quickly halted when the giant ox, aglow with a hellish red light, smashed its own entryway into the library. Sunset screamed and ran back outside into the night, the bull racing after her. Sunset Shimmer stood on the moonlit beach, panting and drained of endurance. She was barely able to stay upright, but the demonic ox had run out of land to chase her down. She glared at her pursuer. “This is it! This is all there is.” The bull stepped silently forward, and Sunset stepped into the surf. “This is the shore, there’s nowhere else to go.” The red ox advanced and forced her another step onwards, and the saltwater stung all the fresh scrapes on her legs. Desperate, Sunset pleaded, “There’s no more land!” The bull pressed forward, and Sunset took another step into the sea. Her legs were mostly submerged now, and the sea–spray stung her eyes. If she went any further, she’d have to swim. She’d been driven harder than she thought was possible, driven for half a day and half a night, and she knew she didn’t have the fortitude to swim after that. “I’m sorry I summoned you! I just wanted wings!”

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Original Character,Sonata Dusk,Human,Comedy,Dark,Drama,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Our Life in Heck: True Lives of Righteous Killjoys

The True Story of Yours Truely as my fam and I navigate a land full of thieves, corrupt cops, and an even more corrupt government. God Bless the U.S.A. I guess

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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>Our Life in Heck: True Lives of Righteous Killjoys</p></div><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>[embed]<a href="https://youtu.be/eA9Ah2OvWGg?si=NSFiE9uqElJ4ESfE[/embed]" rel="nofollow">https://youtu.be/eA9Ah2OvWGg?si=NSFiE9uqElJ4ESfE[/embed]</a></p></div><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>This is Justice(3442)</p></div><div class="bbcode-right" style="text-align:right"><p>And this is Justice(Helltaker)</p></div><p>And My name is Terezi Pylope.</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;text-decoration:underline">The Following is true. Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.. and also avoid this thing called “doxing”.</span></p></div><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>As many of you know, I’ve just recently got out of a bout of homelessness, punctuated by occasional jail-time, and a stint at the Oregon State Hospital. Additional details: I’m currently not allowed to drive. I’ve been set up so finding employment and other source of income is nigh impossible. And most importantly, I haven’t heard word from my daughter or any information about her state or wearabouts for over <span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;text-decoration:underline">two years</span>.</p></div><p>Unfortunately, things have gotten worse. I’ve been given housing, that is, a rent free apartment with <i>very little </i>support from the state, however they’ve elected to evict me based of lies from my housing manager. Just Compassion is not a homeless program that ends in people being housed. It’s an attempt to get trouble makers to commit suicide and for those the state has no use for to be cheaply held as homeless.</p><br/><p>This might be the only chapter, I’m afraid. I may only until the 23^rd of August (4 days from now) before I’m evicted illegally. No court meeting. No due process. Apparently my housing manager can just lie and enjoy the support of Just Compassion as some sort of authority on housing law.</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;text-decoration:underline">The truth must be told!</span></p></div><div class="bbcode-right" style="text-align:right"><p>This tale will be told over many parts with people, ponies, demons, sirens, etc… who you know and adore. They will not always be happy situations.</p></div><p>This is before the beginning of the journey. The Zero(0) before, or perhaps, after the NU11. </p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;text-decoration:underline">And Away we go.</span></p></div>

teen

2024-08-20T03:27:21+00:00

2024-08-20T03:27:20+00:00

Our Life in Heck: True Lives of Righteous Killjoys This is Justice(3442) And this is Justice(Helltaker) And My name is Terezi Pylope. The Following is true. Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent.. and also avoid this thing called “doxing”. As many of you know, I’ve just recently got out of a bout of homelessness, punctuated by occasional jail-time, and a stint at the Oregon State Hospital. Additional details: I’m currently not allowed to drive. I’ve been set up so finding employment and other source of income is nigh impossible. And most importantly, I haven’t heard word from my daughter or any information about her state or wearabouts for over two years. Unfortunately, things have gotten worse. I’ve been given housing, that is, a rent free apartment with very little support from the state, however they’ve elected to evict me based of lies from my housing manager. Just Compassion is not a homeless program that ends in people being housed. It’s an attempt to get trouble makers to commit suicide and for those the state has no use for to be cheaply held as homeless. This might be the only chapter, I’m afraid. I may only until the 23rd of August (4 days from now) before I’m evicted illegally. No court meeting. No due process. Apparently my housing manager can just lie and enjoy the support of Just Compassion as some sort of authority on housing law. The truth must be told! This tale will be told over many parts with people, ponies, demons, sirens, etc… who you know and adore. They will not always be happy situations. This is before the beginning of the journey. The Zero(0) before, or perhaps, after the NU11. And Away we go. Sonata Dusk sighed heavily. “I can’t believe they threw us in a holding cell!” Justice chuckled, “Again!” Grinning deviously she elbowed Sonata slightly. “Nice call adding ‘they rape people here!’” Sonata threw her hands in front of her. “I had to add something to ‘I asked for a lawyer.’ “Hehe…” Justice looked down at her shorts. “Nice of them to cut that tight draw-string.” “Hahahaha! They had to hold up your pants!” “Yep! Just, like, three guys and a gal escorting someone while holding up their pants through holding.” “Good god! They looked like idiots! They even had to take us to mug shots.” “I tried to give a genuine smile this time. Last time they had us I kinda grimaced at the fucking red-jay they have so they can do their goram bird joke.” Sonata Dusk laughed so hard she just about fell off the…Oops she did fall off the concrete slab onto the ground. Laugh crying… Justice picked up the golden dragon figure, an Asian dragon with a translucent lilac amethyst and a smokey diamond. “And you get to perch on-top of the Tai-chi on Sunset Shimmer’s sushi wagon.” Righteousness sighed, “Do you think they’ll take us shopping?” Justice twerked his lips and thought for a second. “Well… we’re low on a few things and there’s plenty of money on the SNAP card… Let’s ask Buck an Ear instead of Lend Lie. Righteousness smiled. “Oh yeah, she’ll say ‘yes’ for sure.” “Hell. We can probably go to-“ turns to face the audience “-Safeway instead of WinCo.” Righteousness also turned to face the audience. “Yes, that’ll save her gas as we pay for groceries for everyone!” Nods head up and down, “Indeed. Finally there will be more cans to add some God-oops-G-Damn color to the place.” Righteousness. “Yep… lets spend the last of the money on some posters so they have more things to steel.” Nods, “The neighbors will certainly appreciate the unexpected flee market and threats of dog related violence that might befall them.” “Hopefully we can get soda they don’t have!” “Oh yeah, sis! They’re tastebuds will delight with something other than the two damn sodas and bulk-red kool-aid and fucking pink lemonade they sugar rush to get through their mandatory FRIENDS marathons. “Sonata Dusk everyone!” Thad Ghostal introduced as Sonata waved and joined the overjoyed couple on the couch. “Do they think they’ll invite us to watch TV on the floor with them?!” Sonata asked excitedly. “Oh, no doubt!” chimed in Righteous “Lend Lie himself said he’d let us know everytime Breaking Bad was on!” “Hmmm…” Justice hummed hopefully. “Love lounging on the dog pillows.” Sonata giggled. “I hope Lind Lie tells us that we need to find another place to live soon!” Righteous “Oh man! Worse Christmas present ever! ‘You need to be out of here in a few months!’” Justice nodded. “Glad he went out of his way to tell Doom Scroll. He’s been here for years! He definitely needed trauma and not hope on literally, actually the 25th of December Christmas!” Sonata, “I hope they get you nothing for your birthday, again, this year!” Justice & Righteous nodded. “It would be an improvement from Christmas.” Both turn to camera. “As in, YES this literally happened to us.” Jasper Jail-Break Woormwood, his suit crushed velvet and his navy-blue tie well creased, strolled confidently into the courtroom. “My client is a ninny. IT’s not their fault of course. Like so many of you, their brains have been operated on repeatedly since birth.” Buck An Ear punctuated this statement with a simple, “What?” Jasper continued, “AS almost non-of-you remember, you all had brothers and sisters. Many of them born roughly the same time as you. The hospital pics, usually the ugliest, to be given to the parents and kills the rest.” Buck An Ear let out a high-pitched squeak as everyone else went silent. The on-duty officer dropping donut crumbs from his mouth as the voices in his head screamed. “See! I told you we were once real!” Barny Burns, his coat Vanilla, his bunny-like ears upright and leaning forward towards the top, and his teeth, clicked his tongue against a hole in one of his left teeth. “Whoever moved out this apartment left pictures… books… actual boxed up toys. Trench Whitaker, trench coat, wide-brimmed black-hat-wearing chocolate lab(rador) shook his head back and forth. “I think they got reverse robbed.” Needle Dryad Sunset, ‘Burn Life’s House Down’ t-shirt donned above red & black trunks wearing, black-jade scaled beetle, waves her-his hand forward. “No way they were in their right mind when they did this! They left posters on the wall. (Yeah, the above scene would repeat if I simply left my new apartment… I don’t think I’ll do that.” Justice, a delightful mix of their blue complected self mixed with ashen tones and pointed hornes, eyes behind huge-dark glasses pointed at the defense attorney. “Alright, you should have called an ‘objection’. Because…” they waited for a response. Bathmat Wall hesitated and looked nervously from side to side. Terezi groaned. “Because they’re clearly leading the witness.” Saul Goodman, “ ‘Leading the Witness’?!’ They were basically asking them to confess!” Terezi grinned widely, “Confess! Confess!” Justice added a wicked smile, “Yes! Then I can arrange for more overpriced cases were I flees my clients!” The judge banged their gavel, “Order, Order!” Saul sighed, “What is this trial about anyway? A Fellony-B?” Terezi and Justice glanced at each other like a crow and a raven delighted with the meal that had befallen them via a car’s tire across a once living animal. After a quick ro-sham-bo that Terezi won, she addressed the court. “Everyone, the most the state can hope to get out of this is $5,000!” “Oh boy!” said Justice. “So many tires the sherifs can have vulcaniozed!” Saul laughed heartily, “WHAT?! That’s enough for maybe eight (8) vulcanizations.” “Good things Judges work for free!” Terezi said. “ORDER!” “Oh Good, my EBT balance is lower than it should be.” “I wish I could steel more things…” “Oh Great! My EBT balance is twenty-dollars short.” “I know! I’ll ask the government to steel for me and give me the money stolen from my enemies!” “Diabolical…” “Nice. My credit card company decided I needed more debt.” “I can’t wait for that passive income from charging those people more on the credit bill roles in.” “Oh great! My bank decided they deserved more money.” “Oh, shit, oh god… The audits are about to hit. We need… okay… we’ll just skim from the top from… uh… everybody! Everybody!” “Oops! Looks like another hacker stole all these account numbers and names! Better tell the news!” “Ching ching ching ching ching ching ching!” “OH hey! My cell phone bill is arbitrarily higher!” “Deny me MY Monopoly will they?!” “Huh… That bus should have stopped… and that last bus should have arrived.” “…Can’t wait for the police, of which I am one of, to arrest that guy again,” said the bus driver.

MistOverMoon

563736

Changelings,Queen Chrysalis,Alternate Universe,Horror,Sad,My Little Pony Comic,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Violence

Born to Hate

Within a cursed tree in a cursed pool, something twisted by ancient hate begins to grow...

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<p>In the depths of an unknown forest sits a cursed pool. The bones of the forgotten damned lay thick here, lost to time.</p><p>A cursed tree sits in the pool, sucking up the remains of creatures that died there, and feeding on the bones. It grows fat with power and hate. Within it, something twisted by the curse grows.</p><p>The dead are dead, yes, but they are never truly gone...</p>

teen

2024-08-20T18:24:09+00:00

2024-08-20T18:36:21+00:00

True hate never really dies. It will simmer, it will fade, it will boil and pop and reduce until it is nothing more than a forgotten memory, but it will always be there. It will be a phantom in the world, a whisper in the wind, a ghost in the room. Echoing on through lineages for all eternity, it will always be in the back of a pony's mind. It was the reason they didn't have a brother or sister, and the reason their parents never had a happy childhood. Its scars would always remain, even if they never knew it. When magic is involved however, hate can take a more... material form. Far beyond the edge of Equestria, and beneath the canopy of an enchanted forest, there lay a hole. Like a festering wound in the gaping earth, the sickly-sweet scent of rotting flesh wafted out of it. It was a pit, tunneling deep into the earth. The further one went, the darker it got. It got darker and darker until it was nothing more than an abyss. Then, something broke that darkness. A green glow from below. Luminescent green sludge lay in a pool at the bottom of this pit. A horrible stench emanated from it, as if it was some sort of concoction of rotted flesh and acrid poison. Flies buzzed around it, some landing on the bones sticking out of the pool. One such fly landed on the horn of a long-dead unicorn. Then, in a blur of black, the fly was snapped up by something. Swallowed whole, its body was already digesting as it was drawn back to its source. Sitting in the center of this cursed pool, was a single tree. It was a malformed thing, with a squat bottom and thick roots that disappeared into the sludge. The tree was black as sin, adorned with thorns and carnivorous snapping jaws like those of a flytrap. One chewed on the fly it had caught, squeezing the life from it. Thick branches tapered off to thin claw-like ends, like the tree had given up on growing them halfway through. These claw-like branches reached towards the heavens, as if seeking salvation from this accursed place. Past the tree there was a shore of sorts. A stone passage carved by water led into this large foul-smelling chamber before leading further into the earth. This naturally created a small shore at the edge of its pit. If one sat on this shore and listened for a long time, they may have heard something. At first, they would have heard nothing more than the bubble and pop of whatever this blighted goo was. They would have heard the buzzing of flies as they landed on the scattered bones. They would have heard all of that. Then, they would have heard one last thing... "Why Crystal! You look different today! Did you get your mane done?" A phantom voice whispered over the corrupted pool. The pool went silent then. The flies stopped buzzing, freezing in their tracks. The pool quieted, its bubbling and popping receding to a low simmer. "Really? You noticed my name, Star?" Another echoing voice asked, more feminine this time. The skull of a unicorn in the pool shifted. Its hollow eyes stared out from its half-buried place in the goo. "Of course I did. You know I always have my eye on you." A different skull this time, one more stout and masculine seemed to vibrate slightly. "Oh please, you're just saying that because I'm a princess. Why don't you bother my sister instead?" Crystal's giggle was melodious. It didn't fit quite right in this place. "I'm saying that because it's you." Star whispered. There was another giggle, then everything went silent once more. Yet, the flies still didn't move, the goo didn't bubble. The tree, however, began to reach its roots into the goo. They wrapped tighter around the skulls and bones they held. One of them touched a large masculine skull. The skull of a unicorn stallion. "My daughter. Surely you cannot plan on marrying that fellow. He is a prince but..." "I will marry whoever I please." Crystal's voice echoed. "He loves me." "I'm just worried. You know that he has been talking to your sister as well? I don't trust him. You must be careful." "It's better if he is friends with my sister. It's going to be okay father; I know how to handle myself." There was a brief pause in the echoing voices. "I know that you are grown up now, and I am proud of you. You are strong, gifted in enchantment magic, and are kind and caring. You will make a fine queen. Maybe I am worrying too much." "I will be an okay father. As long as Star loves me, I will be okay." Wind whispered over rock, a gentle breeze from an unseen place. "Did you know that when you were born, the very forests whispered your name to me? These woods are enchanted by an old spell, and if you listen closely, they will tell you a piece of the future. They told me a piece of yours, Crystal." "What did they say?" Crystal's voice echoed. The voices cut off again. From one of the stone passages, there was the distant rattle of a cart. It had not arrived however, and the voices continued once more. "You love me, don't you?" Crystal's voice echoed. "Of course I do." "Then I will teach you the spell. You are not a unicorn though, why would you want to learn it?" Crystal asked. "I just want to get to know you better." Star said. "Okay darling, then here is how it goes. To transform into another pony, it takes a bit of enchantment magic and... The voice paused. "What was that? Is there somepony outside the door?" "It must be the cat darling. Who would dare spy on the future queen of not just your kingdom, but mine as well? Our wedding is soon, the guards would have caught any pony trying to spy." "...You're right. Listen closely, because I will only explain it once. Or as many times as you want me to explain, darling." The cart rolled closer, and the voices faded. The clattering of bottles full of alchemical substances filled the wooden cart. Foodstuffs lay in sacks which bounced with each rock the wheels rolled over. At the head of the cart was a unicorn stallion. His coat was gray as stone, and his eyes a faded blue. A large white beard hung from his face, and the rest of his mane spilled out from beneath a large blue wizard hat adorned with bells and crescent moons. His robes trailed behind him. He hummed as he walked before curling his nose as a foul scent reached it. "What is that foul stench?" Star-Swirl the bearded was his name, and it was a fitting one. He stomped onward. He was used to adventuring in deep places, but never before had he smelled something so foul. There was the taint of dark magic in the air that was indescribable. He walked until he lay eyes upon its source. "That... can't be good." Star-Swirl said as he looked at the cursed pool and tree. A fly bit him on the head, and he winced, trying to swat it away. It flew a little way before being snapped up by the tree. "Serves the little bugger right." Star-Swirl huffed. Any other day he would have stopped and tried to figure out what was going on. However, he had a meeting with the lesser-known mole ponies which lived deep underground. Apparently, they had found evidence of an ancient civilization which once resided in the woods above. It would be unlike him to leave such an obviously cursed thing without doing anything at all. So, he retrieved a few items from his cart and floated them to the tree with his magic. With a piece of chalk, he wrote a warning on a board, then he nailed it into the tree. The sign read, "PROBABLY MAGIC... DO NOT APPROACH." Then, just to let everypony know who had identified this problem (to give him credit of course) he wrote his initials at the base. "There. Problem solved." Star-Swirl said. "Another victory the great and..." He felt like he was saying somepony else's line. Strange. Perhaps another anomaly? With a shrug, he turned on his hoof and left. The tree remained silent for a moment. Then, the voices started up again. "Sister, you aren't really seeing my fiancé, are you?" Crystal asked. "Why would you even say that sister? You are marrying him in a couple days, is this really the time for doubting?" "I know I'm being foolish but..." "It's going to be alright. Just focus on your wedding, okay? "Okay. You know I love you, right?" "I know. I know..." Then, the pool began to bubble once more. More ferociously, bitterly. "Star? Why are you here so late at night?" Crystal asked. "I wanted to see you darling, right before our wedding." "Do you really think we should do that before we are married? "Why not? Come here darling. I have something I want to show you." There was an ethereal giggle. "What are you hiding behind your back Star? Is it a present?" There was a pause. "Star?" A spine-chilling shriek erupted from the pool. It boiled now, flashes of more and more bones beneath the pool revealing themselves. "You stabbed me! Why did you-" "You think I could ever love a pony like you? You are naive Crystal. You are stupid. I doubt you could ever tell a lie, much less see through one." "Why..." A panicked; shallow breath could be heard in the air. "Why rule as two over the kingdoms when I could rule as one? After I marry your sister, I'll kill her as well." "She was..." "In love with me as well. As if love was real. It doesn't exist darling. It never did. Now, close your eyes and when you wake up, I'm sure you will be in a better place." There was one last shuddering breath. The pool receded to its former quiet state. For a long time, there was nothing. An hour passed, then two. Then, finally, there was one last conversation that could be heard. "Do we really have to dump the bodies in a pit? They should at least be buried, don't you think?" "With all the countless deaths from the war? This is all we have. Poor sods, Princess Crystal just had to kill her sister, didn't she? What a rotten mare. Now we have war between two kingdoms, and it looks like we are going to be swallowed up." "Wait, is that..." "It's Crystal, let's get the devil out of here before she gets here!" "Who is she carrying?" "Wait, that looks like Star, doesn't it? "She really won?" There was a slight pause, then the sound of hooves scurrying away. A moment later, there was the sound of a pony landing with a grunt. "Star, Star, Star, you really thought you could trick me? I had you wrapped around my hoof, and you didn't even know it." A voice similar to Crystal's could be heard. "I suppose it's fitting that I drop you in the same pit you threw my sister in. How gullible you were. There was an echoing sound of something falling. Then with a sudden crash, something hit rocks with a crunch. "Don't worry. I'll take good care of our kingdoms." For a long moment, there was nothing once more. Just the rot, the stench, and the bubbling of the pool. Then, it began to boil once more. Bones in the pool began to melt into the goo. Flies were snapped up in a frenzy, stone crumbled from nearby walls as the room shook. The small crack formed when Star-Swirl nailed his sign into the tree began to widen. Black bark crumbled, and wood splintered. From high in the tree, pods began to grow, filled with green goo. Sores on the tree opened up, spilling with poison. Thick magic filled the air. The blood of a powerful unicorn, a crack in the shell, it was all that was needed. From the sores, malformed and twisted forms crawled out. They skittered and seethed, their eyes glowing blue as crystal. Like giant flies, they buzzed on giant insectoid wings. Horns adorned their heads. They climbed out of the goo itself as well, ancient bones having found new purpose. The main crack in the tree grew wider. "What did the forests say?" Crystal's voice echoed. "My daughter. I tell you this now because I believe you are ready. Your heart is full of the love our kingdom was founded on. You are wise, powerful, and truthful. When you speak, our people listen, and their hearts are lifted." A black hoof extended from the crack in the tree. It grabbed the side to pull itself free, dripping with blight. "I tell you this, because the forest gifted me with a vision of your future." From the depths of the tree, two glowing green eyes ignited like twin flames of hate. Fangs glistened in the dark. The presence of dark magic was so thick it was palpable. This thing in the tree, it had been reborn. Reborn of curse and flesh and dark magic. It was born for one reason. "When my time has come to an end..." To hate. "You shall be queen."

Some Leech

563750

Princess Cadance,Princess Celestia,Queen Chrysalis,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

A Calculated Conversation

Seeing to get some clarification on the goings-on between Princess Celestia and Queen Chrysalis, Cadance intervenes...

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<p>Princess Cadance isn't once to insert herself into situations, especially if those situations have all the hallmarks of personal affairs, although the routine exchanges between Celestia and Chrysalis have forced her to act. Something is going on, something she can't <i>quite</i> put her hoof on, and it's up to her, the Princess of Love, to get to the bottom of it...</p><p>Artwork by Laymy (Twitter @anazeml)</p><p>If you want to help support me, I have a Tip-Jar/Patreon <a href="https://www.patreon.com/someleech" rel="nofollow">HERE</a></p>

teen

2024-08-20T20:34:10+00:00

2024-08-21T23:12:12+00:00

“I really must thank you for the invitation,” Celestia cheerfully noted. With a dismissive wave of her forehoof, Cadance shot an expectant glance to the door. “You’re quite welcome! I hope the confections are to your liking?” “Oph yesh,” Celestia replied through a mouthful of buttery pastry. Cadance forced a smile and nodded as she kept one ear turned toward the exit. For all intents and purposes, this was nothing more than a pleasant visit between Princesses, although her nerves were on edge. She’d spend the better part of two weeks planning for this, and it was anypony’s guess as to whether or not it was going to pay off. Dabbing a bit of frosting from her chin, Celestia straightened in her chair. “I presume Shining is indisposed?” “I - uh…” Cadance grunted. It may have been her imagination, but she could have sworn she’d heard the angry shout of an unmistakable voice from deeper within the castle. “He’s busy, yes.” If she was right, and she very much hoped she was, all she could do was pray that her guards and the castle’s staff followed her instructions to the letter. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to entertain guests, even ones from far off nations, although some were more cordial than others - be that as it may, the soldiery had never dealt with the likes of whom had possibly just arrived. Doing her best to keep her cool, she fidgeted anxiously. “And Flurry?” Celestia inquired. “I’d hoped to -” “She’s with Sunburst,” Cadance interrupted. “Would you like some tea? I’d like some tea.” Celestia narrowed her eyes and studied her for a moment. “Yes - yes, some tea would be lovely,” she curtly answered. After a pregnant pause that was accompanied by the sound of heavy hooffalls approaching from down the corridor just outside, she sighed. “Cadance, is there something -” Bang The double-doors to the study burst in with thunderous force, as a tall, dark, imposing figure strutted in. A part of Cadance was delighted and immeasurably relieved that her other guest had arrived, yet her elation was tempered by the fact that only one of many hurdles had been cleared. Igniting her horn and pulling a vacant chair from the table, she dipped her head in respect to her regal visitor. Queen Chrysalis, Matriarch of the changeling empire and villain of renown, stood motionless within the threshold. Like twin emeralds, her eyes drifted back and forth between the pair of Princesses she’d just walked in on. The confused expression she bore was fleeting, lasting mere moments, and it was quickly replaced by one of contempt. “What is the meaning of this, Celestia?” Chrysalis demanded, marching in and arcanely slamming the door closed behind herself. “Was that soiree not enough? Must I remind you, I am not at your beck and call for every little -” “C…Chrysalis?” Celestia coughed, only then finding her voice. “What on earth are you doing here?” Stopping mid-step, Chrysalis cocked her head at an unnatural angle. “What am I doing here? The real question is what is she doing here!” she countered while thrusting a hoof at Cadance. “Had you the courtesy of informing me that this would be some group affair, I would have -” “Ahem,” Cadance loudly cleared her throat to bring the brewing squabble to a hasty conclusion. “Chrysalis, if you’d -” “Queen Chrysalis,” Chrysalis seethed. Her wings vibrated in agitation as she looked back to Celestia. “Why is she here? What manner of game are you playing with me?” Celestia, utterly askance, pursed her lips and rose from her seat. “There seems to have been some confusion. For starters, as pleased as I am to see you, I had no idea I’d be exchanging pleasantries with you today - secondly and just as prudently, I’d appreciate it if you treat Cadance with -” “Pleasantries,” Chrysalis clucked. As she stepped over to Celestia, a fanged grin split her muzzle. “Is that what we’re calling these little exchanges ~ pleasantries? Celestia, were you anypony else, I wouldn’t have -” “Would you two please have a seat and be civil for ten seconds,” Cadance lamented. Seeing she’d caught their attention, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “I’d hoped to speak with both of you…” “Y…you told me you wanted to have tea and cake,” Celestia murmured, holding a forehoof to her bosom as if stricken by the revelation. Peaking one brow, Chrysalis smirked. “My ears must be mistaken. Am I to believe that the Princess of Love, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, committed an act of heresy to lure me here?” “Heresy?” Celestia balked. “Cadance would never do such a thing!” “Oh but she did - at least, unless somepony else forged your signature,” Chrysalis smugly mused. Reaching under her elytra, she produced a carefully folded letter. “See for yourself…” Celestia didn’t hesitate to pluck the parchment from Chrysalis’ forehoof. As she examined the document, reading and rereading the message, her bewilderment took a cold, steely edge. “Cadance…” “I’ll freely admit that I wrote it,” Cadance sighed, “and I have every intention of explaining my actions to the both of you. Now that we have that out of the way, would you please make yourselves comfortable?” Though Celestia wavered a moment, looking none too pleased about the revelation, she reluctantly eased herself back into her seat. “If only out of respect, I’ll withhold judgment for the time being.” “I won’t,” Chrysalis hummed as she turned to the door. “You two have fun doing whatever Princesses do in their -” “I have a King’s - er - Queen’s ransom in desserts for you,” Cadance interjected. “They were made by the finest pastry chef’s in the Crystal Empire and I personally saw to it that each was made with love - the real stuff, not the artificial variety.” Chrysalis faltered and stopped dead, though she didn’t look back. “Deception and bribery? Cadance, sweet Cadance, since when were you so utterly conniving?” Burying her face in her hooves, unwilling to see what Celestia’s reaction was, Cadance shook her head. “Since I realized that getting you two in a room together would require unorthodox measures…” “Why though?” Celestia pressed. “Why in the world would you go to such lengths?” “Because she wouldn’t be here unless I didn’t,” Cadance exasperatedly explained while nodding over to Chrysalis. Languidly wheeling around and proceeding back to the table, Chrysalis shrugged. “I’ll begrudgingly concede that she has a point.” Cadance held her breath until Chrysalis had seated herself. The hardest part was over, merely getting the pair in the same room as her, although she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Nudging a tray of delectables over to the Queen, she sat back and steepled her forehooves. One way or another, things were about to get very interesting. “Given the somewhat tumultuous nature of this little get-together, I’ll skip the formalities and cut to the chase,” she curtly began. “I’d like to ask you both a few questions.” “Questions? Hah!” Chrysalis barked out a laugh. “You would presume to interrogate me in any capacity? Cadance, you forget yourself…” Shooting Chrysalis an unreadable look, an odd blend of sympathy and irritation, Celestia reached over and patted the Queen’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious. For goodness’ sake, this is very out of character for her.” Chrysalis stiffened and glanced down to the forehoof on her shoulder. “Don’t make assumptions…” “As I was saying, I have a few questions,” Cadance coolly stated. “It’s come to my attention that there’s been growing friction between you two.” With the slightest hint of rosiness in her cheeks, Celestia withdrew her forehoof and shifted in her seat. “I wouldn’t call it friction per se.” “I believe the word you’re looking for is reciprocity,” Chrysalis corrected. “Celestia, for some infernal reason or another, insists on harassing me from time to time, so I -” “I…I don’t harass you!” Celestia bleated. “You truly don’t mean that ~ do you?” With her eyes widening and a tinge of green gracing her otherwise obsidian features, Chrysalis was taken off guard by the outburst. “What is it if not harassment?” “Since when is an invitation to a gala harassment by any measure?” Celestia asked. “Moreover, how would you classify sneaking into her castle while disguised as a housekeeper?” Cadance added. Chrysalis grimaced and leveled her ire squarely at the Princess of Love. “The big mares are talking, so I’d suggest you remain silent.” “No,” Celestia huffed, “she brought up a fine point. You surreptitiously saw yourself into my castle and paraded around as a servant. Would that not be considered an actual slight?” “I only did that because you brazenly did something similar in my hive!” Chrysalis retorted. “At least I had the wherewithal to attempt to stealth!” With a knowing smile gracing her lips, Celestia reclined. “Attempt being the keyword. Next time, if there is a next time, I’d much prefer you be less coy.” “I’m sure you’d love that,” Chrysalis hissed. “The Queen of the Changelings prancing about in a frilly little dress while cleaning your bedchamber. The humiliation alone would…” she trailed off as Celestia’s face went beet red. The air grew thick with tension that was only shattered when Cadance coughed into her forehoof. “Speaking of humiliation, I wanted to thank you, Chrysalis.” “Thank me?” Chrysalis jeered. “After all the things I’ve done to you, not the least of which bewitching your husband and nearly ruining your nuptials, why would you ever thank me?” “For her,” Cadance demurely responded. “Had you not rescued her from King Sombra, Equestria would have been in immense peril.” “I…” Chrysalis fell silent as she turned her eyes to the floor. “I would not suffer the indignity of having my nemesis defeated by an utter buffoon like Sombra.” Allowing just a few moments to pass, waiting to see if Celestia had anything to say, Cadance knit her brow. “I thought Twilight was your nemesis.” “Oh please,” Chrysalis groaned. “That little bookworm is a mere annoyance that could never live up to her mentor. Even with the Elements of Harmony on Twilight’s side, the only reason I was defeated in Canterlot is because I was weakened from Celestia’s attack.” “You jest,” Celestia wheezed, taken aback by the admission. Chrysalis’ baleful gaze softened ever so slightly as she glared over at Celestia. “Don’t you say a thing about jesting. I know full well that you essentially pulled your punch with that energy blast. Had you not held back, I wouldn’t be sitting here wasting my time with this pointless conversation right now!” Biting back a smile, Cadance leaned in. “Is that true?” “W…well I didn’t want to hurt her…” Celestia muttered. “And why’s that?” Chrysalis snapped. “Did you wish to keep me around to toy with me and make a mockery of me? Perhaps you wished to make me suffer and -” “I…I respect you,” Celestia breathed. Staring down at the marble beneath her, she closed her eyes and shudderingly exhaled. “You’re one of the only creatures in existence that is as timeless as I am…” Cadance kept her lips sealed while her eyes darted between the mismatched pair. In spite of their litany of differences, they had more in common than many would assume. Both Celestia and Chrysalis were nearly immortal, having lived thousands of years while only scratching the surface of their lifetimes, and they both cared deeply for their respective subjects. “This…this is absurd,” Chrysalis chuckled. Unseating herself, she began to pace. “You must see the lunacy of your actions. I and my kingdom are a threat to the Equestrian empire, yet you insist on sparing me time and again! Why? Help me understand this madness!” Though her words were biting, her tone and actions told a different story altogether. Her voice cracked, her movements were tense, and even a foal could tell she was anything but the imperious, self-assured Matriarch who was reviled far and wide. It took everything Cadance had to remain in her chair, fighting against impulses that screamed at her to intervene, yet she managed to restrain herself. “Because we both do our best and try our hardest for the same cause,” Celestia proclaimed as she stood. “I’ve never ended anypony, regardless of the danger they pose - not Discord, not Tirek, and not you. Call me foolish or naïve, but I hold out hope…” It was brief, so fast that it could have easily gone unnoticed, but there was a flicker of something in Chrysalis’ eyes as she looked away. “Hope for what?” Celestia smiled, though it didn’t meet her eyes. “That this could end - that we could move past this...” “It will never end,” Chrysalis whispered, the fires of her vitriol waning. “You don’t understand - you never have and you never will.” “Then help me understand,” Celestia pleaded while reaching out with a forehoof, “please…” Slapping Celestia’s foreleg away, Chrysalis scowled. “How could you? Your nation thrives, you have allies that span the globe, and you’ve never known true struggle - what it’s like to fight merely for survival! All you ponies are the same, you think that…” The words died in her throat the moment she met Celestia’s gaze. In that instant, seeing or sensing something that had gone unsaid, she hung her head. Cadance touched one hoof to the floor, grappling with the urge to intervene, yet she didn’t interfere - not yet. This exchange had been brewing for a long time, possibly longer than any of them could fully comprehend, and it had finally come to this. “We could find a way,” Celestia softly insisted. “There’s always hope, no matter what, and I truly, genuinely believe that it doesn’t have to be like this.” Chrysalis went to turn away but paused when she looked back. Her shoulders went slack while her eyes lingered on Celestia’s face. What she was thinking was anypony’s guess, yet Cadance had never seen her in such a state. Was she feeling regret ~ could she even feel regret? The mind of a changeling was a far departure from that of a pony - nevertheless, that, like all things in life, was not a thing set in stone. “She really does mean it,” Cadance sighed, “and she’s not alone. I won’t pretend to understand, but we want to help you…” “You,” Chrysalis fumed, her fury rekindling and burning white hot. “This was all your doing!” Keeping her cool, Cadance held Chrysalis’ irate gaze. “In what way? I merely invited the two of you here to talk - yes, it may have been wrong of me to lure you both here under false pretenses, but -” “May have?” Celestia rumbled. “There was no may to speak of! I was asked to come and spend some time with you!” “And the only reason I’m here is due to the peculiar nature of your invitation,” Chrysalis growled. Glancing over and noticing Celestia’s confusion, she rolled her eyes and waved at Cadance. “A week prior, I received a letter penned by Princess Celestia requesting my audience at the Crystal Empire’s palace. I’d suspected that something was amiss, primarily due to the bizarre change in scenery, yet even I couldn’t have predicted that the Princess of Love was capable of such vile subterfuge.” Celestia slowly shook her head while her frown deepened. “I’m very disappointed in you, Cadance…” “I’m not,” Chrysalis snickered. “Are you sure you don’t harbor wicked machinations, Cadance? Could it be that you wish to destabilize Equestria so you can seize control for yourself?” The corners of Cadance’s lips twitched, yet she retained her stoic composure. “Of course not. Honestly, I’m surprised that the two of you haven’t asked the larger question at play…” Chrysalis mutely squinted down at her as she allowed herself the faintest hint of a smile. Shifting her focus over to Celestia, she found her fellow Princess studying her. Both of the mares were intelligent and capable in their own right, although one held a distinct edge when it came to subterfuge and the art of subtlety. “Why did you invite the two of us here?” Celestia glibly asked. “Forgive me, but I don’t see why there was a need for trickery.” “Chrysalis,” Cadance hummed, “would you like to explain it to her?” The gratification of seeing Chrysalis’ choler overtaken by dread was delicious. If she told the truth, she’d tip her hoof about how she really felt about Celestia - should she lie or attempt to deflect the question, she’d back herself into a corner. She took no pride in misleading anypony, especially somepony whom she respected and cherished as a friend, yet she couldn’t help but feel proud of the masterfully laid trap she was about to spring. “Well?” she pressed. “Bah!” Chrysalis impotently raged. “This was an egregious waste of time. You blasted ponies and your penchant for pointless frivolities.” “It’s just that - well, it almost looks like you two are having fun together,” Cadance glibly remarked. Both Celestia and Chrysalis froze and stared dumbfounded over at her. It was a calculated risk on her part to broach the subject - then again, their reaction to what should have been an innocent question was telling. Neither of her visitors moved, though it was painfully obvious that she’d struck a chord. Taking the smallest sip of her tea, if only to give her assertion time to sink in, Cadance lowered her cup and serenely smiled. “It sounds absurd, I know, but I have heard a few ponies talking about it.” “T…that’s preposterous!” Chrysalis blared, shattering the tranquility. “What manner of lout would think that I, Queen Chrysalis, would have fun with my arch rival?!” With a bead of sweat rolling down her temple, Celestia swallowed hard. “It…it is a bit ridiculous.” “Oh that’s not the half of it!” Cadance noted as she waved a half-eaten scone. “There are some that - forgive me,” she tactically giggled. “There are some who have suggested you two may have a certain fondness for one another!” Chrysalis stiffened and her tail flicked anxiously at her back, while Celestia stood motionless with her wings fidgeting nervously on her back. Though Cadance desperately wanted to press the matter by telling tall tales about all the rumors she’d allegedly overheard, she bided her time and nibbled upon her pastry. The truth of the matter was that there was no gossip that she was aware of, but they didn’t know that. “Tell me,” Chrysalis rasped as she stormed back to the table. “Tell me who is spreading these lies.” “I already took care of it - I mean, seriously, I’ve heard some wild stories in my day, but this one might take the cake!” Cadance laughed. “Could you imagine the scandal? The oldest and most powerful Princess in Equestria getting all cozy with the greatest threat in all the land!” “I - heh,” Celestia forcibly snickered, “I do suppose it is rather entertaining.” “It most certainly is not!” Chrysalis contested. “Such gossip is a disservice to us both!” Rearing back, Celestia blinked. “In what way?” “We’re both respected amongst our subjects, do you not agree?” Chrysalis pressed. Getting a small nod, she held her head high and placed a forehoof on her bosom. “And would you not say that such slander would be harmful for our respective images?” “I suppose,” Celestia sullenly conceded. “Call me crazy, but I respectfully disagree,” Cadance chimed in. “I feel like any camaraderie between you two could show strength.” “Seriously, what is it with you ponies and - Ugh - friendship,” Chrysalis spat. “My hive regards Celestia with the fear she deserves!” “Likewise with my ponies for you,” Celestia concurred, “though I’m sure there would be a great many who would welcome you and your brood with open forelegs - that is, should an accord ever pass between us.” “Purely for argument’s sake, let’s pretend that eventually happens ~ what then? Will there be meal lines where my drones can feed on the denizens of your empire?” Chrysalis demanded. Celestia didn’t shy away, standing tall and resolute. “As I mentioned, we could find a way. The power of friendship is not to be underestimated - on top of that, there’s the possibility that potions or elixirs could be sorcerously brewed to nourish your hive.” “And there are artifacts as well,” Cadance observed. “The Crystal Heart is powered by love; even if we couldn’t flawlessly recreate it, I feel confident that Sunburst could glean something from it and potentially craft something that could sustain your brood.” “This is all pointless conjecture,” Chrysalis protested. “Even if I was willing to entertain such insanity, which I assuredly am not, the chances that -” “What about your hive?” Celestia gently inquired. “Would they not want peace? Surely, the opportunity for them to cease their struggle, the constant need to hunt to survive, would be a welcome change for them - all of them.” Shying away as Celestia approached her, Chrysalis shook her head. “They don’t know what they need…” “I’m talking about what they want,” Celestia urged. “Dreams don’t come true on their own. Together, and with Cadance’s assistance, we could try to do good by everypony! Lest you forget, the only guaranteed way to fail is to accept defeat.” Chrysalis opened her mouth, appearing moments from saying something, then turned away, shook her head, and proceeded to the door. “We’re through here. Celestia, if you know what’s good for her, you’d do well to keep your fellow alicorn on a shorter leash.” Turning her head and watching as Chrysalis stomped to the exit, Celestia scrunched her snout. “Chrysalis, wait, we could still chat and enjoy those treats you were promised. On the slim chance that Cadance tries to renege, and I know she won't,” she groused while shooting a swift, stern look to the seated Princess, “I will personally order the kitchen staff to surrender the confections owed to you.” Chrysalis slowed to a halt. “And what purpose would that serve?” “It would serve several,” Celestia tutted as she trotted over to Chrysalis’ side. “Not only is it the right thing to do, but it would make your trip at least somewhat worthwhile.” “That may be true, but it’s a moot point,” Chrysalis grumbled. “As much as I’d like to bring an abundance of confectionery back to my hive, carrying it all would be -” “I’ll teleport us there,” Celestia chirped. In a flash, quickly as the words left her muzzle, her face darkened ever so slightly. “You - I’ll teleport you there. Far be it for me to impose.” Swinging her rear around, Chrysalis faced Celestia and gave a single nod. “Your terms are acceptable. Cadance,” she purred, turning and flashing her teeth at the still seated Princess, “I would say it’s been a pleasure, but that’s far from the case. Let us hope that I don’t run into your little hubby on our way to your keep’s bakery; I’d hate to have him follow me back to my hive like a lost, love-struck puppy.” “I will be speaking with you about this later, Cadance,” Celestia coldly added. “I should hope that this will be the last unwarranted duplicitous act you engage in…” “It is,” Cadance smoothly replied. “On my honor as a Princess, I’ll be on my best behavior henceforth.” “Good,” Celestia harrumphed before motioning to the exit with one wing. “Shall we, Chrysalis.” Leering back at Cadance, Chrysalis trotted to the door. “Let’s…” As the mismatched pair made their leave, disappearing from view, Cadance ignited her horn, eased the door closed, then let out a deep sigh and beamed. The entire exchange couldn’t have lasted more than a hoofful of minutes, but they were some of the juiciest minutes she’d ever experienced in her life. There was so much to process and so many details that she wanted to dwell on that she didn’t know where to begin! All her suspicions had been confirmed. There was far more than pure pettiness tying Celestia and Chrysalis together, although the full extent of that connection had yet to be seen - furthermore, she couldn’t say if they were fully aware of what was happening between them! Idly plucking and nibbling upon a cranberry scone, she snorted in amusement. Chrysalis may have been the Queen of the changelings, a species that could sense and thrive off the affection of others, although she wasn’t the only royal with a preternatural understanding of love…

Inkquilly

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Applejack,Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Comedy,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

My Little Pony: Beyond Worlds

6 Ponies from different worlds come together to save everything they know and love

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<p>Twilight always knew she was much different from other ponies in Ponyville, and probably in all of Equus Gaia. She was a bright purple with sparkles on her coat, a scar on her forehead, and had random moments of seemingly insanity, and sometimes breathed clouds of stars.</p><p>Yet she never expected how different everything could <span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">get.</span></p><hr/><p>Based on the concept arts and ideas for G5 with some of my own ideas!</p>

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2024-08-20T22:37:33+00:00

A storm. A disaster like no one had seen before. Yet Applejack’s luck saw her stuck trying to take shelter in a cave with her brother. The clouds were something insane. They were pitch black, so dark that they blotted out the sun, the only guiding light being the strokes of strange multicolored lightning that struck the ground and shook the earth. The rain came down like pebbles, and made a gray fog everywhere it touched down. Everything was in chaos. Every strike of lightning followed by thunder that sounded like it was right next to you. Trees were uprooted, boulders thrown…it terrified the little filly. Applejack looked to her brother for reassurance. His gaze was fixed worryingly on the chaos outside, his red face looking very unsure. In turn, AJ was worried. What would happen to Ponyville at this rate? Ma and Pa were out making a delivery too! She sighed in relief as a break in the constant, back-to-back crashes of thunder stopped. They sat there, listening to the bullets of water rain from the sky for a moment. Just staring out into the gray gaze. “Big Mac…” “Eeyup.” “You think Granny, and Ma n’ Pa will be okay?” “…” “…” “Big Mac, please.” “…Ah think…Ah think that granny will be fine. She knows she’s gotta be since she has Apple Bloom.” “…what about Ma n’ Pa?” “…” “B-Big Mac, what about Ma n’ Pa?!” When she turned to face her brother, the oddest sight occurred to her. The lanky colt and tears coming down his face. Tears he didn’t understand himself. “AJ. Muh- I-” He took a deep breath as he stabilized himself, the influx of sudden emotion overcoming him out of nowhere. “Applejack…my heart’s hurtin, an’…I don’t know where Ma n’ Pa are…” The orange filly was silent, an anxiety building within her as she faced the gray rainy haze again. It felt like hours that they had sat there, waiting to hopefully find a break in the storm. Yet nothing changed aside from the occasional break in the constant lightning. Applejack was getting worried that she was getting used to it as she felt herself starting to doze off. But that was when she saw it. Somepony lying on their side, unconscious in the storm. Applejack didn’t know if it was her worry for her parents, and her seeing them in the collapsed pony, or just her natural compassion. But she bolted without giving her brother so much as a word of warning to get to the fallen pony. “APPLEJACK?!” She didn’t stop for a second, the shaking of the ground tearing through her body with everything touchdown the lightning made, but she pushed through. She had to. She needed to. A tree crashed and fell down right in front of her, and would’ve crushed her if she had been a bit further. Yet she didn’t let it phase her. She leapt right over and continued to run for what she was beginning to see was a purple pony. In fact, the brightest color of purple she’d seen on anypony. She didn’t have long to think about it as she felt her hair and coat stand on end. She suddenly shot herself to the side and tumbled against the mud, and only about two seconds later lightning struck right where she had been. “APPLEJACK!!!” Big Mac’s voice was faint against the noise and the rain. She got back up and dashed right for the lavender pony. She was just a few feet away! Yet if anything, the storm wanted to keep her from this filly. She had found herself dodging strikes her coat was predicting whenever she stood up, yet was still getting closer. Then her coat stood on end again, but only in the front toward her face. The next strike wouldn’t hit her. It was gonna hit the unconscious filly. ”NO!” Applejack dove. Tackling the filly and was sent rolling. She clung on to her body tight. She was limp. This filly was really out of it. Applejack checked her body quickly. She had managed to only sustain a tail burnt to half its original mane length. Not bad if Applejack had to say so. She tried to prop herself up, but her hoof missed the floor. She flinched in shock, looking over. It was a ravine. Bless Applejack’s lucky stars. She pulled the sleeping filly up into a sitting position. The first thing that stuck out to her, were the bloody fragments of…something sticking out of her forehead. Oh lord, did she get impaled?! Applejack put her near to the filly’s chest. She was breathing. Whatever was lodged in there wasn't deep. “APPLEJACK!” She could hear her brother properly again. He looked ragged running through the rain, and the side of his barrel looked a bit singed. This was good, now he could help her get this filly to the ca- Her fur stood up near the front of her body. ”BIG MAC STOP!” Right between them a blast of lightning struck. She had just saved Big Mac’s life! Why was everything getting lower. It was dark. Twilight couldn’t feel anything. She couldn’t see anything. Her body was wracked with nothing but pain, yet she could feel everything shaking violently. But now she could feel something. Cold- She couldn’t breathe. Something was getting into her lungs, she couldn’t breath- For a moment that ended. Then it happened again, and for longer. When she came up again, she was wet and still being moved. But someone had their forelegs around her. Is that Shiny? She could hear a voice. She sounded scared but…she was telling her she would be okay…but nothing was okay. She wanted to go home. Suddenly the legs wrapped around her tighter before they slammed into something. She was against something softer. It was whoever had been holding her. Whoever this was didn’t falter, shielding Twilight the entire way. But she was gonna get hurt. She could die! Even unconscious, her panic was rising. She didn’t want anyone to die! Why was this happening to her! She just wanted to go home! She could feel herself crying before her head exploded in pain. Then Twilight was fully unconscious again. Applejack felt herself getting woozy as she and the filly were washed down the ravine and were being thrown against the rocks. Applejack had been taking the brunt of the impacts, but didn’t know how much more she could take. But she wasn’t about to let the filly go. No matter what. The poor girl was terrified, Applejack could feel her shaking and even saw tears. “Just- AH! Just hang on! It’s gonna be okay!” Applejack wanted to just let go so bad as she saw them approach another rock. But she held strong. As Applejack braced for her back to meet the stone again something…magical happened. An explosion of shimmering light exploded from the purple filly’s body. The current itself seemed to instantly halt around them, the raindrops freezing where they fell. A shimmering ball of energy surrounded Applejack and the lavender girl. It was something incredible, Applejack had never seen something like this from…anypony! She was…she was magic! The two were gently levitated over to a ledge where they were going to be gently laid. However a sudden sputtering and flickering came from the filly’s horn, and suddenly there was a wet splurt and AJ founder herself covered in blood, roughly dropped against the ledge, and the filly was screaming bloody murder. She looked at her in a panic. She writhed on the ground in pain, her forehead looking as if something small had exploded against it. “Oh mah stars. Oh mah stars, oh mah STARS!” She scrambled over and quickly wrapped the filly tightly in her forelegs as she trashed around in pain. “It’s okay! I-It’s gonna be okay! Ah’ promise! Ah’m telling the truth, you’re gonna be okay!” She said as she managed to wrangle the flailing filly to the ground. Applejack removed a ribbon from her mane that was being used as a bow and managed, with no help from the filly of course, to wrap the filly’s head to keep it from bleeding out too much. Her screaming began to quiet to whimpering. Then the whimpering turned to silence. Then her silence went to stillness. Applejack started to sigh in relief as she filly stayed quiet for a while. Then she started to get worried as she checked to hear her heartbeat again. Still alive. “…heh…must’ve, tired herself out…” Applejack said tiredly. She looked back over the edge of their cover to the rushing waters, she sighed. They were gonna be here for a while. Three days. That’s how long it took until AJ had actually woken up to the ground not shaking like a maniac. The rain itself was even…light. There were rays of sunshine even peeking through the clouds. She was so hungry, but for the sake of her friend she had kept pushing. There was no shortage of water, and often she used it to substitute food. Her friend, which she had nicknamed Sparkling for now, was still unconscious. In fact, she hadn’t woken for the past three days. It…scared her, but she was still breathing! Applejack began to chuckle happily. “Sparkling, Sparkling! You know what this means?” There was no response. Applejack's expression softened as placed a hoof on the pony’s head. ‘Sparkling’s’ head tilted up toward it. It was the main thing that kept Applejack’s hope for her lit. She always seemed to react to AJ’s touch like this. “We’re finally gonna get cha’ outta here Sparkling.” To the apple farmer’s surprise, Sparkling…sighed in relief. Applejack blinked and retracted her hoof in surprise. She gently shook Sparkling. No response. “Well…ah’m happy you’re gettin’ better.” Applejack smiled as she gently got the purple filly on to her back. She checked the makeshift bandage made of ribbon. It peeled off and she winced at the sound. Under it Sparkling’s forehead was scarred white, and even stranger, it was scarred in the shape of a six-pointed star. Also, “Bleugh!” It spurted blood into AJ’s face again. Still wasn’t fully healed and it didn’t like being exposed to the air. She rearranged the ribbon to the driest spot she could find and affixed it again. Now. How were they gonna get out of here? She thinks she saw a way that they could climb up a bit further down. The water was calm enough for an easy swim until it drained out and Applejack was confident she could do it while carrying her friend. Okay then. Here we go- “Applejack! Where are ya!” Big Mac! “Big Mac?!” “Applejack?!” “We’re down here!” ”Oh thank the sun- just hang on! Everyone else in Ponyville’s a’ comin’!” And true to his word, the town came to Applejack and Twilight's aid. Within the hour the two fillies were retrieved and brought indoors. “H-Hang on wait- w-where are ya’ takin ‘er!” The apple farmer said in distress. Two medical ponies had begun to take Twilight away. “A-Applejack…she’s hurt bad, she needs doctors.” “B-But she needs me! She’ll-“ “Applejack! Calm down!” Her grandmother’s voice cut through the rain. She knelt down to the orange filly. “Applejack, there’s something important you’ve gotta know.” That night, Applejack returned feeling like an apple mash. The only thing she wanted now was the one thing she had managed to save. When !&$#%*!?#’s eyes opened, she could barely feel anything. Where…was she? Looking around it was dark, but she at least knew it was a medical room. Was she hurt? !&$#%*!?# looked over her body. She was wrapped in bandages. Yes. She had been hurt. What happened to her? Where was that kind voice that held her in its forelegs? She froze when she heard something creak open. It was the window, she watched as someone shoddily climbed in and tumbled in to the floor. “Agh! Consarnit!” That voice… “Oh Sparkling…Ah’m sorry I let ‘em take- y-you…” !&$#%*!?# tilted her head. “Sparkling? Sparkling yer’ awake!” “…Sparkling?” Applejack’s eyes widened. She gently touched the lavender filly’s forehead, coming to a realization. “Yeah…Sparkling. Sparkling Cider.” As she spoke, Cider gently leaned into the hoof on her forehead and closed her eyes in a blissful comfort. “…everything’s gonna be okay Sparkling…” “Everything’s gonna be okay Twiliy.”

Dr Sharaz Jek

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Fluttershy,Original Character,Treehugger,Alternate Universe,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Non-consensual,Profanity,Sex,Violence

Rise of Equestria: Heart of the Crystal Empire

Led in part by the ancient founder of the Crystal Empire, an alliance between the minotaurs, holstaurs, and Amazons leads to a brother and sister reunion as they clash with raiders allied with a doomsday cult.

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<p>A cosmic storm displaces citizens and entire civilizations. Some of these form alliances, such as the Amazons with the minotaurs and their female counterparts, the holstaurs. Others, like the caribou, seek to spread their influence, and an unholy union with a mysterious cult that worships the Necronomicon and eldritch abominations connected to it could lead to the Apocalypse! However, one of those that stand against the hordes and cultists include the Amazon Queen, believed by some to be the original founder of the Crystal Empire...</p><p>Note: All characters are 18 or older. Zafire Heart belongs to N1God, Moon Hammer to Arcanum-Phantasy, all other OCs are from yours truly. It's recommended you read The Ballad of Redrum first for better context.</p>

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With the shaky alliance between the minotaur clan and Amazon tribe secured, the bulls were finally able to launch a real offensive, rather than the defensive strategies they'd been forced to employ until now. Their enemy, the caribou, were routed at every turn, their camps smashed and the stolen women, many of them the cow females called holstaurs, recaptured. Each victory sent cheers throughout the armies, arms and weapons raised in triumph with their foes broken beneath them. Redrum, a minotaur known for the hue of his skin and coat that matched his namesake, wondered where it would end with the caribou. Genocide? It seemed unthinkable, yet the warmongers appeared undeterred, no matter how many of them fell, driven to spread their hateful ideals. In one of his people's compounds, where the walls were reinforced to repel invasions, civilians were able to go about their daily business. Many of the minotaurs went shirtless, their barrel-like chests sculpted to masculine perfection, titans that towered over many other races. Their bovine counterparts the holstaurs were nearly as tall, with massive udders to match the rest of their voluptuous physiques, most of the women adorned by cow-print bikinis since they were known to 'leak' their dairy produce on occasion. Everywhere he looked, men carried lumber, hay, and metal, while the women heaved baskets and tended to the flora that were interwoven into the settlement. He wore pants, an open vest, and boots, his snout tipped by a small mustache. Redrum was a little older than most soldiers in their army, but hadn't let the onset of age slow him down one bit, as he relentlessly trained often during his downtime. His battle axe set aside for now, he instead faced a training dummy made up to look like a caribou, complete with antlers taken from their bitter enemies, and twisted his muscles to launch a roundhouse that struck and shook the dummy. Balled up fists and booted feet flew. Sweat rolled down his chiseled chest. He worked the dummy over, while the sun started to dip at the horizon, and huffed as he wiped his brow. One of his ears twitched when he heard footsteps, and he turned. “Nice to see you.” Moon Hammer, a more youthful minotaur, nodded. He'd been swifter and scrawnier than most of his kind, but the blacksmith had really started to bulk up with the armaments he forged each day. “You too. Hoped we'd have time to train a little, but it seems you've already finished?” Redrum shook his head and plopped down on a carved smooth stone. “Just need a break.” “Looks like you could use a drink,” offered Moon Hammer, who shook a bottle at him. “Usually don't drink before the sun's down. Have to keep on form at all time so there isn't another accident.” Redrum tapped his chipped horn, when a squad he was in was nearly wiped out. “Come on. You promised we'd share a drink after I became a man,” he said with a smile. “That I did, son.” With a wry grin, he accepted the bottle and popped the cork. He took a deep drink, then passed the bottle back to Moon Hammer, who swallowed down some of his own. “A nice, spicy mix. Cut with bovine milk for that hint of sweet flavor?” He offered a thumbs up. “Yeah, well, I can't take credit for that idea.” He rubbed the back of his head with a chuckle. Behind the bulls, the sounds of cowbells tinkled. Creamy Canyons and Milky Mountains made their entrance in a natural sway of their hips, buttocks, and udders, barely contained by their own scanty cow-print bikinis. The holstaurs were adorned by small horns that poked out from their manes, and a bovine tail swayed behind their spotted bodies. Both of them beamed at the two bulls. “That's a real hunk of beefcake,” said Creamy with a wink. “What do you think, honey?” “A tasty slab of meat indeed,” replied Milky in her slow speech style, her eyes permanently half-lidded in a sleepy manner, and she practically drooled. “Oh, and Moon Hammer's really cute, too!” “Thanks,” said the blacksmith with a small flush. “You want a sip, too?” “Heehee.” Milky's lazy smile spread. “You boys look exhausted, and need a real pick me up! Why not drink from us instead?” She pulled down part of her bikini top, let an udder flop free with a bounce, the pale white skin lined in a delicate, pink areola, her nipple inverted She pressed her thumb to the nipple, teased it out until it was stiff and beaded in a droplet of milk. “Not exactly subtle,” mused the blacksmith with a swallow. “Subtlety is for pussies,” replied Creamy. “We bovines have needs. You know how uncomfortable these teats become if they're not milked on a daily basis? Worse, our moods can affect our lactation over time! The milk of some holstaurs captured and tormented by caribou turned sour!” “So you need us to milk you,” noted Redrum. “Yes,” said Milky with a whine. “We need firm pairs of hands, and other bovines just don't do it for us! We need someone stronger, more commanding! Someone who'll take charge and really squeeze out every last drop from our sore udders! Please, say you'll help us poor maidens out!” “Do it and we'll throw in the 'extra' service,” offered Creamy with wink. Redrum said, “ I don't know. You two are like nieces to me. Wouldn't want to make it weird between us. But I can't sit around and let a woman suffer, either. Okay.” He shuffled to his feet, and finished off his drink, his taut belly warm with the flavors of spiced cider. “Go on, son. Choose.” “Uh...Milky,” said the blacksmith sheepishly. Creamy playfully rolled her eyes. “Of course you'd go for the younger bimbo. Well, can't blame you there honey, probably would've picked the same in your place. But that also means the stud is mine.” She laced her arm with Redrum's, as they led the bulls to a shack with thick basins. “It's about to get real messy,” said Creamy, as she and Milky undid their bikini strings, which allowed their udders to sway out with a wobble. “So you might want to strip too, boys.” The holstaurs bent over, heart-shaped asses bared when they stepped out of their bikini bottoms. Fortunately, the shack was already prepared for any holstaurs that needed to be milked, the two women able to prostrate themselves comfortably over the basin, like they were ready to be mounted by their stud bulls. Redrum and Moon Hammer shucked off their clothes, squatted down, “Mmm~, whined Milky with a moan when the minotaurs positioned themselves behind the cows, as she felt Moon Hammer's thick erection slide up between her wide, spotted buns. “S-sorry! It was an accident,” he assured her. “I don't mind~,” murmured Milky, who clenched her buns to hold his slick cock between her buttcheeks, tendelry squeezed down on his vein-lined shaft and slowly shook her hips and ass back-and-forth, the underside of his cock rubbed across her soft pink, puckered asshole. Grunts rose under his clenched teeth, as his dick pulsed and small spurts of his precum shot over her wide buttocks, where the virile slime oozed between her buttcrack and settled into her rectal rim, which she clenched-and-unclenched with need. “Please, sir, hurry up! I wanna be milked dry~!” His firm palms wrapped around her udders, and he started with a tender squeeze. Milky let loose a strained moo in response, her cheeks stained scarlet. Jets of lactation sprayed into the basin. “Harder,” she demanded. “Treat my tits like a stress ball! You know we're made to handle it!” “Yeah,” added Creamy, who backed her own ass into Redrum's crotch, squirmed on his bullcock which she also helped slide between her buns, which were of a more caramel color compared to her friend's. “Get in there, and put us bovine bimbos in our place! Can you handle that, studs?” “As the ladies wish,” said Redrum with a chuckle, as he, too, started to knead his cow's udders. Up-and-down, titties were lifted and squeezed in a rhythmic pattern that alternated, powerful palms cupped around their delicious dairy dispensers. Both women released more continuous moans with a shameless moo, twerked their shapely asses around the bullcocks clenched between them, milked out more precum that oozed and slathered across their now shiny, plush asscheeks. Faster and harder they worked the soft, pliable udders over, pinched and pulled on perky nipples, felt the warm, sweet milk wash over them as sprays of lactate shot out and impacted the cleaned and sterilized steel of the basin below. The bulls felt the sows drench their crotches with waterfalls of squirts, sluiced down the hunks, who continued to molest their slutty, submissive sows. “W-wow,” sputtered Creamy between her moans, whose pussy and assjhole clenched hard. “Put it in, already! Pick a hole! I don't care which!” She clapped her ass back on Redrum's crotch, until, with a wet pop, the slick bitchbaker slid into her warm, squishy asshole with a squelch. “Unf,” he muttered, and restrained his instinct to brutally ram her slutty hole. Instead, he rolled his muscled hips slowly at first, while Moon Hammer also sank his dick into Milky's ass, since he wasn't ready to become a father yet, and wasn't certain they'd prepared any contraceptive potions. He too started slow, then he and Redrum started to pick up the pace, and all the while they yanked on milk-filled udders, the basin that stretched before the bovines nearly half full. Their bovine brains melted with pure pleasure, until Creamy and Milky turned their heads to face each other, their faces ablaze with deep blushes as their snouts met in a drawn-out, passionate kiss. The friends had made love a number of times, when a stud wasn't available, both hopeful that someday, they could settle down and marry a worthy bull. They drenched their lovers some more, their asscheeks clapped now that they were properly pounded with brutal thrusts in a blur. “Shoot your loads into us,” shouted Creamy. “I want to feel it all...!” “M-me too,” whimpered Milky. “Use us like your personal cumdumps! We want it all~!” “Talk dirty to us,” demanded Creamy, her face twisted between impatience and ecstasy. A sharp slap across the ass made her yelp. “Good bitch,” said Redum. “Bend over more, stick that cute ass in the air and take my cock!” He usually didn't talk that way, but as his eyes turned white and his inhibitions were eroded, primal instinct compelled him. Gentlemanly mirth was put aside. Moon Hammer felt the rush of adrenaline too, felt a need to dominate as his eyes also started to turn white, his nostrils flared, and steam rose when he snarled. “Want us to break you? To split you in half?” He, too, delivered a powerful swat on Milky's pert ass, which wippled wildly. “Yes! Break us~!” Milky squealed, blissful tears in her eyes. “Mess us up...!” “Wreck our asses,” screamed Creamy, as their deep strokes reached balls deep into their bowels. Neither minotaur were especially dominant by the standards of their species, since both men preferred to keep a cool, collected sense of quiet pride most of the time, but the way the sows pleaded for dirty talk and assertive treatment stirred a baser need in the bulls. They fucked them like men possessed, worked over udders they attempted to milk dry as the cows screamed their names. Finally, they reached their limit. Almost in sync, the two of them blew their loads into the slutty cows, made them quake and quiver and squirt all over the studs that nailed them silly. In the middle of their release, Redrum and Moon Hammer pulled out of Creamy's and Milky's creamed buttholes, launched the rest of their loads all over their lower backs and heart-shaped hindquarters. They mewled in appreciation, coated in their hot, fertile excess of spunk. ***** “A shame I can't claim them for my own,” mused Queen Zafire Heart, who watched from a hole in the shack overhead, the foursome far below. The crystal mare alicorn had two of her closest Amazons, Fluttershy and Tree Hugger, pressed close to her muscled-yet-voluptuous body from both sides, and her palms idly molested the two women, who blushed and moaned in appreciation. Garbed in a top that showed off her midriff and a loin cloth that came to her ankles, Zafire's nipples were stiff, and the 'stallionhood' she'd been blessed from at birth throbbed, half-erect, its flared tip slathered in precum. She played with their tits, cupped their buttocks, lost in contemplation. Shy asked, “Wh-what about the caribou...?” She squirmed when Zafire rubbed her wet slit. “They've mostly been dormant lately,” mumbled Tree, with her crooked smile and half-lidded eyes as she felt her own cunt explored by a dextrous touch. “I don't like it. Could always mean-” “-that they have something major planned,” finished Zafire for her. “I believe so, too. But we can't waste all our recents to crush every small camp we find. Especially since it would leave our territories practically undefended.” She sank into their pussies with a moist squish and squelch. “I-I've had my animal friends spy on them,” explained Shy between her mewls. “And I've set traps around our lands,” declared Tree, as she rocked her hips on the intruders onto the invaders in her spread cunt. “Don't worry, like, the flora knows not to attack our allies!” Zafire kissed their foreheads with a small smile. “I trust you both. You've always served me well. On the battlefield...and in the bedroom.” She tore the skins from Fluttershy's body, bent her over and took her first, her stallionhood shoved deep into the voluptuous Amazon's pliable pink pussy. Her hands seized around Shy's wrists to pull her arms back when claimed her, fast and hard. Just like she preferred. Tree cast off her own clothes in anticipation for her own turn, one hand latched onto a tit and another sank to her snatch, which she started to furiously rub in lustful circles. She'd sent a few of her Amazons ahead to scout out traces of their enemy, but cautioned them not to engage unless absolutely necessary. She didn't want any of her tribe slain, or possibly worse captured, simply because the Amazons wanted to make their mark and prove their worth. While she contemplated their options, she continued to fuck Shy and Tree, who she traded between. By the time she pumped their wombs full of her loads, the pair of them moaned in contentment. Then, she spread her plume and carried them in her arms, her palms curled around their bare butts which she squeezed firmly when she sailed down to the earth, its fresh aroma splendid. She knew they'd never leave her side for a moment, had she allowed it. The Amazon tribe worshiped her like a Goddess, which she practically was, an alicorn from an ancient era. “Go,” she told them with a pat on their butts after she'd let them down. With a pout, they obeyed. She shifted her attire back into place when she walked back into the open, and smiled at the minotaur studs and holstaur babes while they worked. No calves were present, since with the caribou still a factor, their youth were spirited away to the safest place possible, a fortress some distance from here, which those in command here often boasted was impenetrable. “I hope that's never put to the full test,” she whispered, aware that it wouldn't matter were a cosmic storm to hit and tear it away into another universe...or wipe it from existence completely. She headed to the designated meeting spot to await the arrival of her scouts. Since that was an hour off, she ate some wheels of cheese and drank bottles of milk her hosts provided her, and savored the exquisite taste. Then, she stripped down and bathed in a riverbank. Glistening crystal skin shimmered in the sunshine, as she'd watched the foursome breed until the dawn broke. Soap suds ran down her muscles and curves. She threw back a thick mane, wetted it down. Finally, she heard the muted trot of hooves. Chezka Windhooves, a centaur with her wild white hair done up in a ponytail, carried another Amazon on the horse portion of her back, Panna Fauna, a fawn with sharply cut black hair that came to her shoulders, and spotted doe fur started started a couple inches above the knee and ended in deer hooves. Two of her most trusted followers. She waved the pair of them closer. “Why don't you come on in?” “As you wish my queen,” said Chezka, as Panna hopped off her back. The twosome removed what scant clothes they wore, and waded into the waters, which rippled as it came to their bellies. The centaur balled a fist over her heart. “Are you ready to hear our report?” Zafire nodded, and she continued. The caribou aren't alone. They have allies that also may not be of this world.” “We couldn't make out their faces,” added Panna, whose brow creased under the short horn that adorned the middle of her forehead. “They wore hooded robes, appeared to float, and most curious of all, they carried these wands that resembled unicorn horns-” “Wait. Could it be...?” Zafire and her bloodline had encountered similar foes before. “Their order doesn't have an official name that I'm aware of, but they've been called the 'Cult of the Nemesis'. Worshippers of the Necronomicon, the accursed book of the dead, claimed to be indestructible. Those zealots of the black arts have appeared across the multiverse, or so I've been told...” Panna asked, “May we ask who exactly told you...?” Zafire shook her head. “Better that you don't know. The founder to the Order of Reapers, who ferry the souls of the dead to the afterlife and preserve balance from the shadows. They and the Cult of the Nemesis are opposed by nature, as the Necronomicon taints whatever it touches. And those wands they carry...they're taken from butchered unicorns, their horns fashioned into weapons...” “Deplorable,” shouted Chezka with a snort, her teeth clenched. “They profane the natural order!” Panna's arms crossed under her medium-sized breasts as she solemnly nodded. “That's the idea, it seems. Pervert and twist whatever's sacred to further empower this accursed Necronomicon.” Zafire said, “Exactly. This is ominous news indeed. This is mere speculation, but it's likely the caribou have or will make a dark alliance with the cultists. The caribou don't care what they have to sacrifice to spread their own ideals, that all women are meant to serve them.” Panna asked, “And what will that mean for us?” “More fearsome enemies I take it,” cut in Chezka with a snarl. The waters splashed when she stomped a hoof and snorted. “We should smash them to pulp before they can rise up further!” “Patience,” said Zafire. “Run in half-cocked and they'll only capture more slaves. Bad as the caribou are, what the cultists will do to our sisters would be infinitely worse. Trust me.” She'd seen the results of their twisted work firsthand. The depravity, corruption, and devastation of cultures. Panna said, “I'll draw you up a map of their movements.” “That can wait. You must be tired after such an extensive trip. Relax, and savor the moment.” She beckoned them over, and they shuddered in pleasure when their queen wet a soap bar and used it to lather up their supple flesh, any traces of dirt and dust washed away. She traced their curves, tenderly squeezed and kneaded the flesh, which she sank into and parted with idle caresses. They mewled and blushed, aroused by the tender touch of the queen. The pair of them all but worshiped her like a Goddess, like so many Amazons that coveted Zafire Heart's attention. Chezka, while feminine, was more toned and bustier, in contrast to Panna's leaner but still well-sculpted form. Both prizes that would draw the eyes of men that wanted to win their hearts. Gropes turned firmer. More possessive. Made her Amazons squirm and moan, their nipples almost painfully erect, the moistness of their vulva hidden by the waters that swished below them, as more soap subs continued to trail down their naked curvature as she molested them all over. Already, her stallionhood swelled and throbbed with new life, her appetites insatiable, even after she'd already taken Shy and Tree at least a dozen times today. Was she blessed or cursed by her libido? “Time to properly reward you. Prostrate yourselves for me,” she quietly commanded, and with a shudder of anticipation the pair of them did so in their queen's usual preferred formation. Chezka turned so that the white horse's ass portion of her anatomy met Zafire's face, the centaur's front bent down and her heart-shaped ass thrusted in submission into the air as she presented her taut fuckholes for her queen's enjoyment. The ring of her asshole puckered, her equine pussylips winked out a massive heart-shaped clitoris, and dripped her lust while she leaned onto the riverbank. “You two were made to be bred,” observed Zafire with a smirk while she patted Chezka's bare butt. Panna clambered atop the centaur, prostrated herself on all fours with her own cute asshole and cunt on display, her smaller ass atop Chezka's while she straddled her fellow Amazon. Both of them smoldered when they craned their heads back to face their queen, and twerked their buns at her. Shifted so that Zafire's stallionhood leveled with Chezka's winky wet snatch, she slowly pushed into Chezka's husky moans, her velvet-soft, heated, pink walls spread open to admit a size perfect to claim her. The alicorn's palms spread panna's pert buns open, and she sank her snout between the parted cheeks, as she started to feast on her sultry orifices, and Zafire bucked her hips into Chezka. Panna wheezed, “Th-thank you queen...!” She cast back her head and arced her bosom when Zafire made a meal out of her loveholes, all while she fondled the fawn's asscheeks. The queen also clapped Chezka's wide, powerful horsecheeks, which rippled and wobbled under continuous impacts. The alicorn's semen carried a special property. With it, she could awaken the hidden power housed in each individual she came in, when she chose to. But she repeatedly tested her Amazons first to make absolutely certain they were worthy, since were these powers to be abused it could lead to the downfall of the Amazon tribe. She considered which should be first, as she yanked Chezka's tail. While she contemplated the possible consequences of her actions, she nuzzled her snout between Panna's soft, pliable butcheeks, felt their warmth envelope her face while her tongue traced around her asshole and pussy, pushed into and probed her silky, delicious holes with aplomb. The Amazons inhaled her musk while she worked them over. Soon, she felt Panna's lust wash over her face and chin, forced to close her eyes, and Chezka winked her cunt like mad when she, too, drenched Zafire's crotch, until the queen also tensed and reached her limit. Her tip flared in past Chezka's punctured cervix, wedged in place when she started to unload. Cumshot-after-cumshot impacted the centaur's slippery womb walls, as Chezka continued to milk her queen for all she was worth, and Panna also clenched around Zafire's soaked muzzle. She landed a playful slap on their buttocks at the same time, hissed out her own husky satisfaction. The Amazons slumped once they'd finished, sweaty and exhausted. Zafire savored the feel of her erect dick still buried in Chezka's wrecked pussy before she withdrew amidst an audible plop. “Tuckered out, I see. Rest well, my Amazons. I will see you later.” She'd love another round with them, but they were already worn from their trip, and she had her own business to deal with. Their enemies certainly wouldn't be idle. Would those in charge of the minotaur army even believe her stories about the Necronomicon and the 'Cult of the Nemesis'? Many already doubted her tales of the cosmic storm, thought her a madwoman and resented her presence. The minotaurs certainly lived up to their stubborn, prideful reputations. But somehow, she needed to convince them! ***** Days passed without incident. Queen Zafire Heart shared some of what she knew about their potential enemies with an informal council, still met with mutters and skepticism, as some of the minotaurs were split and others wavered. Nonetheless, Redrum and Moon Hammer were two of those present that took her words to heart, especially since Moon Hammer routinely scanned the starry skies with his telescope, and noticed that a couple of stars were no longer visible. Almost like they had been snuffed out. The idea seemed dubious, but he trusted his instincts and shuddered. Just in case, even the most stern commanders continued to bolster their defenses, with the shared concern that the caribou lied low to launch a sudden surprise attack. The moment Zafire heard that the cultists could be afoot, she'd called back her scouts, paranoid they could be captured. “You worry too much my queen,” reassured Fluttershy with a warm smile. Tree Hugger nodded, a palm planted on her bare hip. “Thanks to the power you've imbued us with, we can handle, like, whatever they throw our way. Just order us to mobilize and move out, and we'll finish this once-and-for-all!” Vines around the compound rose at her mental command. “No. We stay and hold the fort,” ordered Zafire. What she didn't tell them was what she dreaded almost as much as the cosmic storm. That were her most elite Amazons captured, and indoctrinated by the cult, their awesome powers would be turned on their sisters... They were far from the only Amazons that were impatient, while more of their sisters considered whether they'd be better off settling with the minotaurs. Perhaps, Zafire decided, that would at least help ease the tensions left between them, and maybe those in command would be forced to let them stay and mix their clans, since with potions she was sure they could be made compatible. “I wonder what a minotaur and human mix would look like,” she murmured to herself. “Will the lucky bride birth a holstaur? I've never understood exactly how this species works.” She couldn't amuse herself with fucking around all the time. No, she needed to keep in top shape, so on a daily basis she joined Redrum, Moon Hammer, Chezka, Panna, and a number of minotaurs and Amazons to train, in the hopes that when the time came they would be a well-oiled unit. However, they were blissfully unaware of how their enemy made their own preparations. Most of the holstaurs and Amazons taken by the caribou had been recaptured, but they relentlessly put the ones that had yet to be liberated to use. Many women were forced into stocks, or taken out in the open. Guffaws filled the air while the caribou drank and lazed about. Their new allies told them that excess lust, any form of corruption or perversion would further empower them. So their leaders decided they were free to indulge themselves. Their hooded and cloaked allies mostly kept to the shadows, floated about and whispered secrets and information in the ears of their commanders. But most importantly to the caribou, the dark arts they practiced transformed those bold caribou that undertook the experimentation. Their already tall and muscular bodies, almost a match for the minotaurs, were turned into hulks of mountainous muscle. Known as 'Brutes', thick veins were visible across their new, bulging forms. Their eyes burned with a violent fury and drooled leaked from between clenched teeth, visible from drawn back lips on their snouts. Even their antlers increased in size, and twisted into more demonic, angular shapes. Warbeasts were experimented on as well, their mass and aggression also increased, to the point where they appeared rabid, and were kept subdued in a series of reinforced chains. Chains rattled. Jaws snapped. Caribou burst into drunken laughter and waved pieces of meat before the kenneled Warbeasts, their encampment stationed on a mountaintop, hidden away from the view of their allied enemies. Women were kept for pleasure and to be bred, men usually slain. Nonetheless, there were rare exceptions. One of the prisoners, chained in a cramped and dim cave, could see the broken skulls and bones of earlier victims. Chestnut brown, messy curls fell down his lithe back, and his muscles started to turn lean after so many days of starvation. They stripped him naked, often threatening to cut off his penis, but had settled for the horn on his forehead, which one caribou punched with such force it had fractured, the prisoner dizzy, bloodied, bruised. Deer hooves scratched in the dirt, the fur on his ankles matted in dirt. The storm that hit him almost wiped out his memories, but he'd bitterly held onto her name and face. Panna Fauna. The idea that he'd someday reunite with her kept him sane. Like her, the satyr mostly appeared human, his name Cornelius Fauna, hunter, tracker, and expert with knives, before he'd been ambushed. Overconfidence had made the caribou foolish. In secret, he'd carved a small bone on the rocky walls into a shiv, and kept it hidden in his messy mane. Guards approached, and smacked him with clubs when he stumbled out for his daily walk around the camp, as he lurched in silence. “Get the cattle prods,” one of the caribou said. “Oh, and those potions those creeps in cloaks offered us, too! It's time we tested them out some more, huh boys?” Like many of the caribou here, he went naked, always ready to throw down a fertile woman and relieve himself. Their cocks flopped out in the open, some half-erect with tips slathered in precum, prideful of their shape and size as the caribou compared themselves to their fellows. Somewhat bored with their own women, who they'd shamed and violated into submission ages ago, they sought to capture more females, but were down to little over a hundred new prizes between the holstaurs, Amazons, and other women taken from different races and tribes, as the alliance liberated most of them. Cornelis tried not to stare at the women in stocks, casually fucked and fondled out in the open, traded between the caribou that used them, some all at the same time as they outnumbered their female prisoners and filled all their holes. Some whimpered and pleaded, others suffered in silence, or moaned and mewled, as they were continuously worked over with the intention to break them. He wanted to take his shiv, stab the bastards in their junk and make the caribou scream as their pride was destroyed, but he knew in his current state he'd only be able to take down a few, at most, before they tackled him down and beat him half to death, or worse. No, he had to be patient. For their entertainment, a pit had been dug up on the mountainside, surrounded by caribou that jeered and jacked off, more cum fired off into the pool below, where an Amazon and holstaur wrestled naked in the spunk bath that continued to rain all over them. Bets were made, the Amazon trained and fierce, but the usually more passive holstaur taller and hardier. “Come on,” yelled one of the caribou at the wrestlers, as he casually squeezed the breast of his own collared lover at his side, one of their race with her eyes down. “Get the bitch!” The thugs that led Cornelius here stopped to watch. Meanwhile, a particularly curvaceous holstaur was pushed out, her udders and buttocks left to jiggle when she was bandied about. A cattle prod mashed into a titty, and she screamed and quivered when volts of electricity were zapped into her, her cries somewhere between agony and ecstasy while she rapidly quivered all over. Milk shot from her leaky nipples, and she squirted all over herself, which steamed as she was electrocuted. “Careful not to kill her,” warned a caribou as the prod was withdrawn, and the holstaur huffed and collapsed onto all fours with a low moo, which was met with chrotles from the onlookers. Nonetheless, more small zaps were delivered to her tits, buttocks, asshole, and cunt, which made her squeal, moo, and squirt, and more droplets of milk dripped from her perky areola. Cornelius kept his lips pursed. The shiv in his messy curls itched at his scalp to be used. His chestnut brown eyes were shadowed, reminded of how outsiders had always oppressed him and his sister. The same pointy ears he shared with Panna perked when he heard a cork pop and a caribou say, “Time to test this.” The fuchsia contents of the bottle appeared to glow, and steam radiated out from the top with an overly sweet aroma. Hands seized him as it was shoved at his lips. “Don't touch me,” he snarled between clenched teeth and turned his head aside. “Maybe he needs some help,” a caribou barked. “Cunt! Get over here and service him!” The holstaur they'd shocked crawled over on all fours, with occasional short zaps that made her holes clench and more milk leak from her, tears in her eyes when she knelt before the held down satyr. She opened her lips, closed them around his flaccid deer cock. Groaning under his breath when her tongue startled to encircle his dick, which swelled into her mouth, it soon started to fill her throat when she bobbed her head and sucked him off. While he was a nice size, he couldn't compare with the typical minotaur, but she worked him over like a pro, her hands pressed into his hips. She also pressed her udders around his shaft, rubbed them up-and-down, the soft slopes slathered in a mixture of his precum and her milk which shot from her hard nipples each time she mashed her titflesh between her palms. He throbbed, tried to hold back, while she sucked faster and harder. Finally, he burst with a hiss. His loads puffed out her cheeks when he filled her mouth, excess exploded out of the cow's nostrils, which burned. Her yelp was muffled from the cum in her maw when she was yanked off his deer dick by the hair, and he continued to throb and let loose more loads across her mane, face, and titties, while one of the caribou rammed his ribs with an elbow. The wind knocked out of him, the second his mouth was open the potion's contents were forced down his throat. He inadvertently swallowed quite a bit of it, while more ran down his chin and he spat some up, but already he could feel his stomach start to burn, then the rest of his frame. Within moments, after he couldn't cum anymore, the contents started to take effect. His skin softened before his brown eyes, muscles warped into curves, his deep, masculine cries became more feminized by the moment. Within a couple minutes, he practically became his sister Panna's twin, as medium-sized breasts swelled out, and the curves of hips and buttocks to match, while his deer dick and testicles were shrunken away, replaced with a taut, already wet and inflamed vulva. “Holy shit,” said one of the caribou that manhandled her. “This bitch is pretty hot!” She whimpered under their molestation, breasts and buttocks pinched, squeezed, and kneaded, nipples pulled and tweaked, her slit and asshole rubbed and thumbed. She also felt stiff caribou cocks push and brush into her smooth, supple skin, slather it in precum. Already, she felt the potion attempt to rewire her brain, to make her hornier, dim-witted, more submissive and breedable. Worse, whenever she relented for a moment, she was rewarded by spikes of pleasure. “The first dose'll only last an hour,” said a caribou. “Or so those creepers claim.” “All the time we'll need,” said another, who rubbed his cock between her buns, teased penetration when his tip brushed her perineum. “After a few doses, this'll be permanent! Better than that, not only will we not need to waste any men we capture anymore, but we can convert any caribou that can't pull their own weight! At this rate, our numbers will overtake Equestria and put it to heel!” Cornelius blushed and her breasts heaved, her head fuzzy. Suddenly, all the tall, chiseled, dominant caribou appealed to her senses, as she was forced to breathe in their masculine musk, which made her holes clenched with anticipation of imminent penetration. She yelped and came a little when the first caribou cock sank into her slick, velvet-soft pink pussy, pinned as he started to buck her. Hands pulled at her thick mane and short deer tail. Her buns were spread, and one spat on her puckered pink asshole, a cock tip rubbed into the warm, pliable flesh, smeared it with more precum. A dick slapped her across the face, another on the cheek, while one teased at her lips. “Careful,” warned a caribou. “This one's a biter!” “Just let the potion settle for a few more minutes,” offered another, who delivered a sharp, harsh spank to the deer's bare ass, which quivered. “After a few climaxes her brain'll be broken!” She found herself lifted up, a caribou still in her cunt while another slowly drove into her rectum. She whimpered and came harder this time, drenched the muscled studs that chortled while they skewered her from both sides, her bare tits mashed into one's barrel chest, their palms left to wander across her curvy flesh. Each spike of forced bliss eroded her will. She pictured Panna in her mind's eye. She needed to endure this, for sister's sake...! “Time to fuck a baby into you,” yelled the caribou that claimed her cunt. “Bear my child...!” Cum soon fired into her from both ends, hot and harsh, as she felt it fill her new womb. She quaked with more squirts between them, realized this would be the rest of her life, and some crazed part of her brain, partially rewired by the potion, was ready to accept a lifetime of bliss in servitude. They'd broken most of their females this way, and many of the captive holstaurs and Amazons, while the cult members continued to observe the debauchery from the darkness. A warhorn split the air. The caribou encampment suddenly went on alert. “Someon'es found us,” cried a sentry from a watchtower. “It's those damned birds! One of those Amazons can communicate with them, they must've turned on us and spied on our movements!” “That means they know our escape routes,” yelled another, as they scrambled to dress, arm, and armor themselves, and from a watchtower, a telescope spotted the approach of Amazons. They rushed to mobilize on the mountaintop, Cornelius dropped as she oozed out dollops of cum. She wavered to her feet. Everyone was distracted. She probably wouldn't have a better chance. Despite how fuzzy her mind was, years spent to hone her skills weren't lost, and her muscle movements seemed to act on her own, despite how much her physique had been altered. She yanked the shiv from her mane in a blur. Stabbed a caribou in the throat. He choked on blood, while she spun without a second wasted, driving the spike into the eye of another rapist. She wanted to make them all suffer, but knew she couldn't afford to waste any time and left them to die. Most of the caribou took not notice, too consumed by the imminent attack of the Amazons, but a few turned and howled in fury. They rushed at her, while Cornelius scurried towards a slope. “Get the whore,” one of them bellowed. At times like these, Cornelius wished the horn she and Panna bore weren't merely decoration, that she could blast them with a spell to cover her tracks. Instead, her deer hooves made a mad dash for the mountain's side, where a road had been carved by the caribou for travel. Almost there...! While she was swifter, her unmentionables were sore from merciless use, which nearly made her trip and tumble. She corrected herself, but that allowed a caribou to close the distance, and a balled up fists connected with her stomach. She doubled over, almost vomited all over herself. Her shiv arced up. Took a caribou below the chin, punctured into his brain as the bone finally snapped, and another punch connected with the satyr's face. She cried out, nearly blacked out from the blow, and tumbled over the mountainside. Her skin shredded on the slope when she rolled down amidst clouds of dust, a rib snapped as the earth swirled closer-and-closer. With a huff she landed on a bed of fur. A muscular bear in armor licked her cheek. By now, the horde of Amazons arrived, and launched volleys of arrows at the caribou. Some of the warriors that tried to march down the mountainside were felled by shafts that pierced their flesh, while others drew back to protect their territory, their army divided by the surprise assault. Nature turned on the caribou, savaged by animals and plants alike, courtesy of Fluttershy and Tree Hugger respectively. “Good boy,” said Shy on her approach. “Don't worry, miss, we'll handle this from here! Come on, Mister Bear!” Gently, the bear lowered himself to let Cornelius slide off, before the creature took on a more fearsome countenance, ready to tear apart the caribou. Tree offered the satyr a crooked smile and asked, “Need me to take you somewhere safer?” “N-no, I'll be fine.” Cornelius wasn't certain whether it was a lie. Her body ached all over, covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises, but at least now that she was away from the debauchery, her sanity had started to return. The Amazon with dreadlocks wrapped her in a cloak. She wanted to take up a weapon and help them cull the caribou threat, but knew she was hardly in any condition to. Maybe after the hour was up, once the potion wore off. Were the battle not finished by then. At this point, it was more like a clean up crew. Caribou commanders called on the cultists for help, but found themselves abandoned, their allies suddenly withdrawn. Instead, in desperation, the 'Brutes' and enhanced Warbeasts were unleashed. Within minutes, the odds started to shift back in the caribou's favor. The mutated creatures tanked arrows and stabs, flesh torn and bodies pushed far beyond natural limits, berserkers that matched the fury of the hardiest Amazon sisterhood. Blinded by hatred, unlike most caribou they didn't care whether the females were taken alive. Bones were crushed beneath fists, flesh tenderized and pulverized, a trail of corpses left in their wake. Likewise, the teeth of Warbeasts tore chunks from their prey, sniffed them out and hunted them down. Despite the odds, the warzone started to turn in the caribou's favor as they counter-attacked. Yet the Amazons refused to retreat despite the losses, driven by their own pride. For every Brute or Warbeast felled, they took at least a dozen losses. Caribou rallied, their morale returned. Amazons were trampled under on the onrush of boots and hooves. “You have to call a retreat,” yelled Cornelius. “You'll be slaughtered!” Whatever the cult had done to the caribou and their beasts, they warred like demons, possessed by supernatural power. “...I think so too,” finally admitted Tree, despite how it went against their code to turn tail and run, especially when fellow women had yet to be liberated from the caribou camp. “Cut our losses!” “W-we can't...!” Shy wavered, but also felt compelled to do so when she saw more of her animal friends butchered by the enemy, her heart torn while they sacrificed themselves for the Amazon cause. Yet she knew the caribou wouldn't hesitate to tear down the wilderness, too! Her hand shook, and she reached for the warhorn at her belt, blew into it to announce their retreat. For a moment the Amazons hesitated, then started to pull back, their tracks covered by more hails of arrows. Unfortunately, the Brutes and Warbeasts rushed to follow, heedless of their own safety. More of the bloodbath continued, as flora and fauna manipulated by the pair of Amazons moved in to support their sisters, pits opened across the earth that sucked in the caribou horde. “Damn it,” muttered Cornelius, who felt helpless. “I need more power...!” Another horn resounded. Reinforcements arrived, composed of the minotaurs and more Amazons, led by a number of unfamiliar faces to Cornelius, aside from one. “Sister,” he cried with wide eyes, while more of the massive, combined armies rushed onto the scene in a stampede of boots, feet, and hooves, the earth shaken, arrows launched from bows and crossbows. Warriors from opposed sides met head on, in a clash of steel and showers of sparks. A crimson-skinned minotaur with a chipped horn cleaved a caribou's arm off with his axe amidst a bloody spray. By his side, a scrawnier minotaur smashed an opponent into pulp with a war hammer. Some of the muscular bulls wielded crossbows, while others carried heavy melee weapons. The Amazons were no less fierce, one of them a centaur, who rapidly fired off arrow shafts, or kicked and trampled caribou that strayed too close. The fawn at her side twirled her knives, tossed them with scary accuracy into the caribou, the blades embedded into skulls, throats, hearts, and crotches, more blades hidden under a short jacket she wore, others on her belt alongside a machete. Most curious of all was the crystal alicorn in the lead, with a massive broadsword in her hands. Her blade sailed down, even the Brutes and Warbeasts cleaved down the middle. Blood and viscera spilled from cut in half carcasses that toppled, and the Amazon Queen targeted the largest threats first, determined to break their defenses and minimize the losses to her own side. Any caribou that panicked and tried to retreat weren't spared, cut down or shot in the back by her allies. Blood ran down the paths. Screams and war cries littered the dense atmosphere. The war moved onto the mountaintop. Stocks were smashed, holstaurs, Amazons, and other women freed. “Do not harm any of their women,” ordered the Amazon Queen, unsure whether they were too mentally broken to be saved, but she didn't intend to butcher their entire race. The berserker bear continued to rend and maim with tooth and claw at the tribe's side. Guts spilled across the earth. Bowels were ripped free, limbs lopped off. Assured the battle was all but won, at Panna's request she was ferried over by Chezka, mounted atop the centaur. Gallops of hooves beat the dirt, Cornelius still at the bottom of the mountain when their shadow fell over her. Immediately, the fawn slid off, covered in a sheen of sweat. “Cornelius? Is that really you...?” Panna approached the satyr. “It's me,” she replied. “Damn it, the potion they forced on me still hasn't worn off!” “You're kinda cute this way,” said Panna with a small smile to ease the tension. She embraced the satyr, choked back a sob. “This is my friend, Chezka Windhooves. She's looked after me.” Chezka nodded solemnly. “Cornelius Fauna. I've heard much about you.” “Nice to meet you. But we'd better talk later,” decided Cornelius, who hissed when he felt his belly start to burn anew and almost toppled over. “I-I'm fine, sis. Think the potion's about to wear off!” Supple flesh turned firmer, curves expanded back into wiry muscles. Vulva spread apart, a deer pensis and testicles were practically birthed from the wet hole, as Cornelius slowly reshaped back into the brother Panna once knew. He leaned on his sister for support as the transmutation completed. “S-sorry about that,” he said, as the effects of the aphrodisiac still lingered, his deer dick half-erect when he shuffled on his hooves and covered himself the best he was able with a short cloak. “It's fine,” said Panna with a blush, her head turned aside. “What's important is that you're okay!” “You never told me your brother was such a stud,” teased Chezka with a mirthful chuckle. She lowered her horse portion and said, “Hop aboard. I can take you somewhere safer.” While they climbed aboard, Cornelius shook his head. “No. I want to help out, too.” He removed Panna's machete from her belt, which reflected the sun's rays on its cold steel. Chezka snorted. “Stubborn, too. Well, I can respect that. Hold on while we ride.” Panna's arms were wrapped around the centaur's midsection, while Cornelius clutched onto Panna. Hooves dashed up the mountainside, Chezka careful to avoid the bloodpools and viscera so as not to slip. The riders shook from the violent movements, lurched whenever Chezka was forced to make a wild turn, and Panna yelped, forced to lean forward, where one of her palms slid and accidentally cupped around one of the centaur's heavy, sweaty tits to support herself. The fawn's own butt was practically exposed from her own thin shorts, and she felt her brother's deer dick slide between her buns when she shifted her backside, yet the brother-and-sister played dumb as his dick slid underneath her clothes, his shaft trapped there as it brushed between her buttcheeks. “Maybe we should've switched places,” he whispered into his sister's pointy ear, but whenever he tried to withdraw he was forced to hold on harder so he wouldn't fall off, and he hissed out a moan she shared in a muted manner when his shaft's slick, red underside rubbed over her puckered asshole and snatch, which slathered his member with the raw animal lust they'd inadvertently worked up. “Guess I should've worn my armor,” admitted Chezka, who'd come topless in the traditional Amazon manner, instead decked out in war paint. “But that would've slowed me down!” She winced when Panna's touch sank harder into a heavy tit, accidentally pinching an erect nipple. The friction increased from the bumpy ride, especially when they started to near the battlefield above, and Chezka reached into a quiver Panna also held onto by the strap when the centaur started to fire off more arrows, caribou felled from behind by the hail of missiles that whizzed out. “Whoa!” Chezka suddenly reared up, front hooves in the air to avoid a Warbeast that thundered their way. Fortunately, the berserker bear intercepted it, and the beasts rolled in a snap of teeth and rake of claws. Brother-and-sister were shifted once more, almost thrown off while they held on for dear life while they reached the mountaintop, and Panna's eyes widened as a pop sounded. She felt the deer dick slide up her asshole. He clutched onto her hips, trembled when he pulsed, and she bit her lower lip to swallow a moan when he started to unload deep inside her ass. Her slick buns squeezed around his shaft, hit by a small release of her own that splashed down the centaur's white horse back. For a moment, two of them were lost to and blinded by ecstasy. “Looks like you had a little accident,” teased Chezka with a thin smile. “S-sorry,” said Panna, as she felt her brother's deer dick still buried deep up her ass. Another wet pop sounded when he pried himself from her depths, and like the last time, when the brother-and-sister pair were compelled by love arrows to mate, they pretended it hadn't happened. “Watch my back,” asked Chezka, as they awkwardly dismounted the centaur's back. “It's that blasted aphrodisiac,” muttered Cornelius to himself, who couldn't deny he'd enjoyed their little 'accident', it also clear Panna felt the same as she blushed and avoided his chestnut eyes. He tied the cloak around his waist to better hide his shame, and took up his borrowed machete. His sister backed them up. Caribou fell before their blades and Chezka's arrows. With the reinforcements, it eventually became a massacre under the Amazon Queen's lead. By the time it started to end, the sun began its dip below the horizon. The enemy encampment fell to ruins, the last stray traces of resistance dispatched. One of the caribou, bloodied and on his knees, pleaded for his life. “Wait,” commanded Zafire. “I want to question this one.” His antlers were particularly massive, and she knew that often denoted the rank a caribou could rise to. “You're one of their commanders, aren't you?” He meekly nodded. “What of your cultist allies?” “I-I don't know what happened to them,” he sobbed. “Please, don't kill me!” “Pathetic,” she answered with disdain. “But I suppose it wouldn't be honorable to slay an opponent that's surrendered in cold blood, whatever deplorable crimes you've committed. I want all the information you can provide. About your army's movements, other camps, whatever you know!” He sputtered, “A-and return, you'll...?” “You'll be put on trial and imprisoned for life,” she decided. “But you'll avoid the death penalty, should you cooperate.” She smiled cruelly, and listened to him spill everything he knew. Unfortunately, he could tell her very little about the cultists, and even less about the cosmic storm, simply that he and the caribou race had been whisked away to this Equestria one day. A half-hour later, after he shared all he knew, a minotaur said, “We should kill him!” Redrum shook his head. “No. Like she said, it wouldn't be honorable. He's helpless now. Question is, Queen Zafira, do you plan to keep him imprisoned with the Amazons or turn him over to us?” “I'd prefer not to have him anywhere near my women,” noted Zafira. “Granted,” decided Redrum with a nod. “Chain and watch him, but do not abuse him.” Grumbles sounded from some of his men, but they obeyed. Very few caribou males were taken prisoner, while their females were tended to, many of them in a poor state after a lifetime of abuse. After a short rest, it was decided they would return home. The caribou encampment was set ablaze behind the army, the night sky lit up by pillars of fire. And when they reached the bottom of the mountain, and put a few miles of distance between it, a campsite was set up. It was decided they would move out when dawn broke, since it wouldn't be safe to march while they were exhausted. Tents were set up out in the open. Guards that included minotaurs, Amazons, and animals that spied for Fluttershy were set up, since any of the birds trained by the caribou had turned on them. Unfortunately, even 'The Stare' couldn't reach the Warbeasts whenever she'd tried. Moon Hammer looked through the telescope he'd brought with him. “Another star has disappeared,” he noted to Redrum, as the pair of minotaurs shared a tent. “Grim omens indeed,” said the red bull, who took a drink from a bottle. A few more scars lined his chiseled chest after the pitched battle, where the medics helped patch them up. “Go to bed. You're useless to everyone without proper sleep. Remember, we set out when the sun starts to rise.” “Guess so,” said Moon Hammer, who fitfully rolled into his sleeping bag. Soon, he drifted off, and dreamed about the many machines he planned to build to better help his people. Chezka, Panna, and Cornelius also shared a tent, despite how the Amazons were usually forbidden to congregate with males. Much had rapidly needed to change with the alliance, at least temporarily. The three of them took a moment to converse before they settled into bed. “I don't mind if you stare,” mused Chezka with a small smile as brown eyes drifted to her chest. “Sorry,” said Cornelius, who'd looked aside. “Not used to Amazon customs.” The centaur and fawn had stripped down completely to sleep, and he wished he could do the same with the murky air. “Go ahead,” said Chezka, like she could read his mind. “It doesn't bother me.” “Me either,” admitted Panna with a mild blush as she stretched and yawned. Nipples stood stiff and perky on her medium-sized breasts, which thrust up when she arced her back. “I-I can't believe you're really here!” She lit up like Chezka had never seen in all the time she'd known her. “Same here,” he confessed while he stripped out of his sweaty clothes. A little worse for wear.” He tapped his fractured horn. “But at least we're alive.” He made a bed up from his folded clothes. Chezka undid the ribbon that held up her spiky ponytail, and threw back her head to let her mane loose, which arced her torso and made her heavy, sweat-sheened breasts sway before they settled, both topped by wide areola that threatened to swallow up each pallid titty. Her often fierce expression had softened, and she deliberately moved in subdued ways to draw his eye. She asked him, “You know of the cosmic storm? You listened in when our queen questioned that caribou?” “Yep. Heard every word. We could lose our memories or be erased at any moment,” he surmised. “So whatever we do may not matter,” said Panna with heavy melancholy as her face fell. “Exactly,” replied Chezka. “But I choose to see the positives of our predicament. Live in the moment. That's always been one of the Amazon's creeds.” She placed a hand on each of them, tenderly caressed their shoulders. “Panna and I usually take care of each other's needs. And it was obvious how much you two savored that little 'ride' we took up the mountainside.” Panna's face colored. “Y-you noticed that? It was an accident but yes...I liked it.” Cornelius cupped a hand under his sister's chin to lift it and meet his eyes. “So did I. I know we shouldn't do this, but...but I can't deny we may never find more people like us. The caribou are the closest we've seen, and I don't want to be anywhere near them. I can't deny my attraction.” “So, it's settled then,” said Chezka. “Why don't the three of us make up for lost time?” Immediately, she drew them closer, pulled the brother-and-sister into a three-way kiss. They were quick to reciprocate, and their hands started to wander, sweaty flesh stroked and fondled. Soon, they allowed instinct to take over. Cornelius didn't mind Chezka's horse portion as he soon lined himself up behind the knelt down centaur, divided her horse cheeks, and slid into her warm, wet pussy with his deer dick. He continued to makeout with Chezka and Panna, felt them both up while his chiseled hips started to shift, and he clapped her toned, pale asscheeks in a blur. At the same time, Zafire Heart, who wandered the camp and saw their faint silhouettes in the midst of their tryst, lit her unicorn horn and lifted the tent flap aside to peek in with a smile. She cleared her throat to catch their attention. “Would you mind a fourth? Of course, I understand if-” “Get in here,” almost demanded Chezka amidst her moans while the satyr continued to clap her wide ass. “M-my queen,” she added with a blush, as she beckoned her over. “We could always use another cock,” admitted Panna with her own colored cheeks. Cornelius cocked an eyebrow, then understood when Zafira started to disrobe, and her half-hard stallionhood flopped free. She drew Panna to her by the hips, skewered her moist cunt deep. The foursome traded partners on occasion, and Cornelius found he didn't particularly mind Zafira's cock. Instead he simply surrendered to the pleasure, like the rest of them while they all fucked. He inevitably found himself intertwined once more with his sister, savored the smooth confines of her insides, the crush of her soft lips, the breasts, hips, and buttocks his hands sank into. By now, cum oozed from Chezka's orifices. Gaped wide open after Zafira had taken her, too, her lips wrapped around her queen's cock and serviced her while Zafire helped bob her head up-and-down her dick. Spiky, messy white hair fell around the centaur's shoulders which she sucked her 'Goddess' off, content to submit to and serve her, like most of her Amazon worshippers. Chezka took her deep as she could, bunched her breasts up around her shaft to help rub it off. She could hear her queen's heartbeat, feel each pulse and throb, impatient to have her face and breasts painted in cum. “Mark me,” she pleaded with a wet pop when she withdrew her lips, still tethered to her stallionhood with a mixture of saliva and precum when she felt Zafira start to flare, her mouth and throat already coated in thick layers of precum. Horseballs expanded, and Chezka closed her eyes when the first load of cum shot thick lines all over her face, hair, and tits, one-after-another without relent. She opened her maw and stuck out her tongue to accept it, aware from the many times she'd made love to her and Panna about how insane her semen production could be. No, not made love. Fucked. Hard. Tenderness soon surrendered to need whenever she laid claim to her lovers. “M-mark me too,” pleaded Panna as her brother continued to rail her cunt. “Both of you!” She craned her head to help suck off Zafira too once she'd unloaded, as she and Chezka worked her thick horsecock over. Zafire reached out and toyed with their malleable titties. Eventually, the Amazon Queen reached her limit once more. Cornelius, who shuddered when he creampied his sister, pulled out in the middle and helped Zafira hose down Panna's supple, denuded flesh with sticky cumshots that washed all over the fawn. Glazed tits heaved with sharp intakes. The time came when Cornelius couldn't spill anymore cum. Thanks to some residue from the aphrodisiac, he'd creamed Chezka's and Panna's fuckholes a few times before he was finally tuckered out, and practically slipped into a coma from utter exhaustion. Zafire could easily take her Amazons many more times, but the hour was late and they'd need their rest. “Sleep well,” she told the Amazons and kissed them tenderly on their temples. Then, she redressed and returned to her own private tent, satisfied. Peace had settled over the land, for the moment. Nonetheless, the 'Cult of the Nemesis' were still out there, as were more caribou camps. They could never truly rest while their enemies were still out there. But she'd deal with that another time.

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The Rein of the Evil

In an AU where the MLP villains rule the world together, Twilight grows unhappy with the way things are. This leads to her quest of getting rid of some of the villains but, who will she trust to help her?

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<p>In this AU, a council of villains, comprised of Nightmare Moon, Discord, Queen Chrysalis, Cozy Glow, Tirek, Sombra and a mysterious boss, have been ruling the world for many years, dividing it into pieces that each of them control. </p><p>During this time, Twilight had been living in Ponyville under the order of her mentor to eliminate Queen Chrysalis, who had been getting more powerful over the years. This led to the spiral of events that forced Twilight to confront life changing opportunities that make her question her allegiance.</p>

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2024-08-20T21:34:02+00:00

The town was calm. Not a soul stirred, nor gave any hint of emotion. It was a cloudy day, and if one were to look around, they would immediately notice the dull and gray atmosphere. Twilight walked through the town with her bag slung over her back. It was this world that the villains ruled. It was this world that the villains won. She headed through town until she reached the flower shop, where she found no one attending it. “Hello, is anypony there?” She called out into the shop. Lily Valley exited the shop looking wary at Twilight, “Oh, hey there Twilight… is it, well… you?” she asked. “Yes it’s me,” Twilight replies, “and relax, I don’t need anything from you that would require you being sure of that. I just need one bunch of black roses.” “Oh! Ok then, one moment please.” Lily responded heading back towards the shop to fetch the flowers. While she waited, Twilight glanced back towards the town, a desolate and empty scene. Windows everywhere were barred up, and most doors were shut except for a few places owned by braver ponies. Even the flower shop she was currently standing right outside of was shut from the outside world. It had been shut ever since her sisters Daisy and Rose had moved away. “I’m back!” exclaimed Lily as she returned, “and, here you are,” she said, handing Twilight the roses. Lilly pondered for a moment before asking, “What exactly are you going to use those for?” “Oh! I… Well I just needed them for a small art project of mine” She replied with a smile. That was a good enough explanation for Lily so she waved Twilight goodbye and returned to the shop. Twilight felt bad for lying to her, but it was for the best. She couldn’t raise any suspicion about her latest activities and the less people who knew, the better. In reality, the black roses were for a certain spell she’d been learning with the help of some books in her library. She could get in a lot of trouble for doing this, but it was her best plan to get rid of the Changelings who tyrannized Ponyville. It had been over a year since Chrysalis took over Ponyville and Cloudsdale, bringing her love-feeding subjects with her. She had forced everyone in Ponyville to allow any hungry Changelings to take their love. Of course, the other places in Equestria were no better, being cut up into various provinces controlled by a different tyrant. Black roses were known to have magical properties associated with bringing heartbreak and rage, making it taboo to work with them, since no one wanted anyone to break up loving relationships. However, because of this property Twilight theorized they would be perfect against the love-sucking Changelings. She peered up at the sky, her mind wandering with worries about weather her plans would be successful. As she returned to her library, she carefully avoided running into any Changelings, and warned a few others if one was coming. Most of the ponies around her looked tired. Still, she much preferred it to her old home in Canterlot, controlled by Nightmare moon and her eternal darkness. With a solemn face, she remembered the day, two months ago, that she had to leave. -------------------------------- It had been a peaceful night outside. Twilight walked in the darkness as she returned to the Canterlot castle. She trotted up the steps, escorted by guards, and was let into the throne room. “Greetings your Majesty,” Twilight said with a bow, “I’ve come to report my current studies on the current plantlife of the area.” “Alright, you may continue,” replied the princess. “Well, the mushrooms are doing okay,” she started, “But.. Well, most plants aren’t doing very well. Dare I say none of them are. Unicorns have had to shift all their focus on using magic to keep them alive. I know it’s not much of an issue since Canterlot doesn’t grow much food, but…” Twilight hesitated, not wanting to speak out of line, “I think that the plants would do much better if you brought back the sun here.” Nightmare moon looked at her with sharp eyes glaring. “Oh… do you dare question my reign?” “No of course not!” Twilight quickly interjected, “I just wanted to suggest the notion that we occasionally remove the dark dome surrounding Canterlot purely for the benefit of the foliage! Not to take away your beautiful night!” “Very well then. I will consider this option out of respect for you, my current student. However, do not forget your place Twilight.” Nightmare Moon replied sternly. “Yes Ma’am” She replied with a little guilt in her voice. “If you’ll excuse me, I will be going back to my room-” “Not so fast” interrupted Nightmare Moon, “I have an important assignment for you, Twilight. It is of utmost importance that no one else hears what I’m about to tell you.” she shot a glance at the guards. Hearing these words, the guards promptly left the room. “I require you to continue your studies in a small town called Ponyville.” she finally stated. “I beg your pardon?” Twilight gawked. “As you know, Queen Chrysalis controls that area, however I need you to be there to ensure that she does not get any more powerful. I fear that with all the love she has been consuming, she will believe it to be acceptable to attempt to take over my Canterlot.” “W- what?” Twilight sputtered, “But your majesty isn’t the counsel supposed to intervene if something like this happens?” “ ‘Supposed to’ yes, but I suspect that the others wouldn’t mind looking the other way if they obtained a larger share of land. And I believe that if Cozy Glow wanted, she would convince our mighty leader that I am a traitor of some sorts.” she huffed. “Well, how can I stop her?” asked Twilight. “Simply put, you will have to take her down.” the princess insisted, “I know what you are capable of, and truly believe that you will find a way on your own. I’ll have Shining Armor assist you with moving. You will be operating in the guise of a pony who’s taking refuge from my lands, and had to move into the town library. Is this understood?” “Uhh… yes your highness.” Twilight sighed. “Very well, I dismiss you now.” “... Goodbye princess.” And with that, Twilight left.

FloatingBlades

563756

Discord,Nightmare Moon,Rainbow Dash,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Rein of the Evil

In an AU where the MLP villains rule the world together, Twilight grows unhappy with the way things are. This leads to her quest of getting rid of some of the villains but, who will she trust to help her?

incomplete

<p>In this AU, a council of villains, comprised of Nightmare Moon, Discord, Queen Chrysalis, Cozy Glow, Tirek, Sombra and a mysterious boss, have been ruling the world for many years, dividing it into pieces that each of them control. </p><p>During this time, Twilight had been living in Ponyville under the order of her mentor to eliminate Queen Chrysalis, who had been getting more powerful over the years. This led to the spiral of events that forced Twilight to confront life changing opportunities that make her question her allegiance.</p>

everyone

2024-08-20T21:31:24+00:00

2024-08-20T21:31:24+00:00

Twilight had prepared herself for this. She had to cast the spell directly in front of Queen Chrysalis or it wouldn’t work. This meant that she would need an audience with the Queen. How am I supposed to approach the Queen? she thought, She’s constantly guarded by a group of changelings so I can’t just charge in. As she pondered this, an idea struck. I could try sneaking in. Then I can cast the spell and teleport out before I’m caught! The plan was risky, but if it worked, then this whole fiasco would be over. The only issue remaining after that would be returning to Nightmare Moon’s everlasting night. Twilight had missed the day and night cycle while living in Canterlot. Princess Celestia had always kept it that way, never allowing one to go on for two long. Remembering her former teacher, a wave of sadness washed over Twilight. She quickly shook it off and started moving. There wasn’t any time for regret. She quickly prepared the potion for the spell, and left her home. As she walked, she approached the in-construction castle Queen Chrysalis had begun making. She originally lived back in her hive, but the commute towards ponies whose love she could feed on proved to be too long for her, so she recently had decided to just move to Ponyville. The new castle had many elements of the old one, giving off a similar atmosphere to it. Twilight approached the castle and began brainstorming ways she could get in. Maybe I could teleport in? No, I need to save all my strength to cast the spell and teleport out safely. Maybe there’s some other entrance I could try? She walked around the perimeter of the castle, trying to find a way in until finally she saw it. Is that a window on the floor? Oh, this must be the basement! Too bad the window is surrounded by guards, I’ll have to find a way to distract them. After she said that, a pink pony with curly hair and a cheery attitude approached her. “Heya Twilight! Whatcha doing?” chirped Pinkie Pie with a bright smile on her face. Despite everything in the world being the way it was, Pinkie still managed to keep a bright attitude most of the time. Twilight envied that of her. “Oh, hey Pinkie. I’m trying to find a way… Say, would you be willing to distract the guards over there.” Twilight pointed towards the guards “It’s also very important that you don’t ask why.” “Hmm, I think I can do that,” Pinkie said with a smile. She walked over to the changeling guards, then pulled out her cannon. “I heard it was your birthday today! Have some cake and some streamers and some confetti and-” The guards hissed at her causing her to show a slight bit of worry, “Oh, not into celebrations? Well why don't we try group meditation? Or a group exercise! Or a-” Not wanting to let her continue talking, the changelings charged towards her. Pinkie let out an “Eep!” and ran away. With the coast clear, Twilight approached the window and went inside. I’ll have to remember to thank Pinkie when this is all over she thought. Twilight roamed through the castle and made her way to the throne room. She turned the corner and the Queen came into view. She prepared the potion and held up the book she found the spell in, and began to chant: Mortal rose with midnight wings, Bring me an end, cut the strings A cut half mourns the final piece, Find the love, leave it deceased … Nothing happened. Hearing the chant, Queen Chrysalis immediately turned around to look at her. “What the-” She stammered, “Guards! Seize her!” Twilight felt one of the guards tackle her, and the room went black. -------------------------------- When Twilight awoke, it was in a small cell in a room. When she took in her surroundings, her eyes widened in shock. Standing right in front of her, was the council that ran Equestria! Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice her waking up, so she began to secretly listen in on their conversations. “I found this unicorn roaming around with black roses!” spat out Queen Chrysalis. “Oh no!” mocked Discord, “How completely dreadful! A little flower being carried by a little pony!” “I wouldn’t expect an imbecile like you to understand, but this flower can be used in spells that drain love. In other words, this pony was trying to rebel!” fumed Chrysalis. “Oh pardon me, I just keep forgetting that I’m considered an equal with someone who doesn’t even know how to prevent magic uprisings.” Discord scoffed while materializing a fidget ball to mess around with. “Please put that toy away! It’s distracting” huffed King Sombra earning him a defiant smirk from Discord. “Make me,” he challenged. “Ok, back to the matter at hand,” groaned Queen Chrysalis, changing the subject “How should we deal with this little traitor to the nation?” “Just let me drain her magic and be done with it,” Tirek suggested, crossing his arms. “And let you get too powerful?” King Sombra spat out with an accusatory tone, “We can all see her talent is magic!” “Oh? Well what do you think we should do?” huffed Tirek. Sombra stamped his hooves “Just leave her to rot in that prison!” Without warning, a little pegasus entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt misters, but if you want to settle this easily, I could just go ask the boss what she thinks! It would spare us soooo much unnecessary conflict!” said Cozy glow with a wide smile. “Well, we can’t just interrupt the boss like that!” protested Sombra with a slightly nervous look. Suddenly, the sound of hoofsteps coming closer led them all to turn towards the door where the last member walked in. “What is the meaning of my summoning?” inquired Nightmare Moon with a frown. “Ohhh, hey moonbutt, how’re ya doing on this nice day? Did you get a new tan?” snickered Discord with a mean smile on his face. “Don’t patronize me,” she fumed, “Explain yourselves now.” “I found this little pony attempting to cast a love draining spell on me, “ the Chrysalis said with a fiery rage. “I see… this love draining spell would render you useless since you use love as an energy source, correct? Very clever of her.” replied Nightmare Moon. Twilight wondered if she was even worried about her. “Well none of you better get any ideas!” the changeling queen began pacing in circles, “I’m going to set a new law to burn all spell books from now on!” “How would that stop us?” asked King Sombra with an antagonizing tone, “We have our own libraries you know?” Discord faced Chrysalis with a wide grin and an angel halo appearing above his head, “Well if you need any tips, you could ask me, I’d just looove to help.” Chrysalis rolled her eyes, “Ugh, I think we’re getting off topic again.” “I say we just leave her. With my magic crystals blocking her magic, there’s nothing she can do anyways” suggested King Sombra. This made Twilight immediately reach a hoof to her horn, making her realize that her magic was, indeed, being blocked by Sombras crystals. Shoot. “Well, we can’t just let a criminal loose,” protested Cozy Glow while feigning concern, “People like her have to be locked up for everyone's safety.” “Ok, so who’s going to take her?” asked Chrysalis. “Why not you?” asked Cozy “Well, I can’t have someone who knows how to take me down” “Ok, let’s just draw straws,” decided Discord, materializing 6 straws out of thin air. “No way are we letting you provide the straws. Everyone knows you always cheat!” grumbled King Sombra. “I have some long matches!” Shouted Cozy glow pulling some out of her bag. “We can use these as straws. Now, so everyone knows it's fair, I’ll cut them in front of you all.” She cut most straws a different, but similar size, and left one to be much smaller than the rest. “I’ll take those,” decided Tirek, holding them in his hand with his palms hiding their length so that it was impossible to determine the length of each straw “Alright everyone grab one.” One by one everyone grabbed a straw. “Ok, who has the shortest?” inquired Discord. Not me Nope I don’t Not it Uh uh “Well one of you has to have it,” he insisted. “Uhm, Discord, open your palm,” suggested Cozy Glow. “What?” the draconequus opened his palm, “Oh poo.” “Well I guess it’s settled then.” concluded King Sombra. “Don’t let her escape!” Queen Chrysalis commanded. “Another problem successfully solved!” cheered Cozy. “I’ve had enough of this,” decided Tirek, “I’m leaving now,” and with that, he left. Twilight paused to assess her situation. Her magic was being blocked, and she was being taken prisoner to wherever Discord ruled over. Where was that again? Somewhere called Griffinstone I think. Commotion knocked Twilight out of her thoughts, and she faced forward and realized that all the villains but Discord had left. “So, I guess you're coming with me,” he said looking down at her, “Ugh, I guess a more normal pony would be a nice change of pace compared to all the emo griffins and edgy ponies in Griffinstone.” “Ponies?” asked Twilight, “I thought only griffins lived in Griffinstone?” “Oh I give my sincere greetings to you too, I’m Discord by the way! Honestly, who taught you your manners? Who even are you?” he grumbled. “Oh, I’m Twilight Sparkle,” “I’ll probably forget that, but whatever.” he replied, “Say, is there even a prison in Griffonstone?” “Uhm, I’ve never been there before” “Oh well, I can just design you one.” he smiled, sending chills down Twilight’s back.

Nihi

563760

Main 6,Starlight Glimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Drama,Mystery,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence

The Mare of Shadows (Updated Ao3 ver/Unfinished)

After defeating the Pony of Shadow, Starlight starts acting strange, she seems tired and unable to control her thoughts, which keep getting worse and worse.

hiatus

<p>After defeating the Pony of Shadow, Starlight starts acting strange, she seems tired and unable to control her thoughts which keep getting worse and worse. Will Twilight and her friends be able to help her or will she be too far gone once they find out what’s really going on?</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>***</p></div><p>This is the first thing I ever wrote for MLP and it’s a concept that I like but idk, I might actually continue this later on, but for now I’ll put it in hiatus.</p>

teen

2024-08-20T23:33:16+00:00

2024-08-20T23:33:16+00:00

“Fight the darkness, Stygian, you don’t need it anymore!” exclaimed Twilight Sparkle as she tried with all her might to free the pony from the Shadows of his own hatred. This had all been a mess. She should have listened to Starlight, but she got caught up blindly following her idol. She felt ashamed, but they could fix this. Now that she knew that this was a friendship problem, they could resolve this, everything would be fine. “Revenge isn’t what you want. Friendship is!” She said as she started to struggle. Luckily, Starlight stepped up and latched on to Stygian as well, helping her former teacher. The shadow refused to let go, it kept absorbing the small pony into itself. After a few moments, everyone else joined in to help, and with their combined efforts, they managed to free Stygian, successfully banishing the shadow that plagued him for so long. Every pony climbed out of the hole they had been in, all happy to be done with this and even happier that the elements didn’t disappear, which Fluttershy concluded that it was probably due to them using it for healing instead of vanishing Stygian. This further planted doubt in Twilight’s mind about herself, but she pushed it down for now. Stygian and Star Swirl were the last to climb up the hole where the wizard apologized to his old friend and thanked Twilight for showing him the errors of his ways. This brought up Twilight’s Spirit a bit, to the point where she said the bearded pony’s name backward for some reason. After that, she searched for Starlight. She really needed to apologize for the way she acted. She then spotted her looking down at the hole where they had just been. She approached the mare cautiously. Maybe she was overreacting, and Starlight probably wasn’t that mad at her, but still, she did mess up, not standing up for her when she needed. “Starlight?” She asked, barely above a whisper. Starlight did not answer , she seemed in deep thought, though Twilight could not help feel that she was ignoring her. “Starlight.” She asked more confidently, which prompted her former student to turn around and face her. “Huh? Oh hi-hello… what’s it Twi?” She answered seemingly out of it, which made Twilight concerned for her friend. She looked… off to her, like something had changed inside her. ‘Or maybe I’m over thinking, maybe she’s just tired from all of this. She’s definitely not mad at me, nope!’ “Uh, Twilight?” Starlight asks as her former mentor just stood there looking at her like she was about to have a breakdown. “Oh, sorry… I just wanted to speak with you about what happened today…” Before Twilight could continue, Starlight cut her off. “Look, I now we have some... things to discuss, but I’m not feeling too great right now… Could it wait, please?” She said awkwardly, looking away as if she had done something wrong. Twilight thought about it for a second. Maybe it was for the best to give her some time, and then she could properly make it up to her. “Yes, we can talk later… just know that-” Before she could continue, she was cut off by the others, who wanted to get a move on to Canterlot. She supposed she could tell her later that she was sorry. *** Starlight knew something was wrong. Something was off since she flew out of the Pony of Shadows. She had felt something grab her right before she had gotten out, but nothing was on her when she touched the ground. As she looked at the hole, dread started to creep in, and her thoughts became darker. She also felt extremely tired, both mentally and physically. It had been a long day, a day where she had been ignored by one of the most important ponies in her life. She did make up for it in the end and gave Stygian a chance, and seemed remorseful. She couldn’t stay mad at her forever. After all, she owed the alicorn her life. She would have plunged Equestria into darkness if not for her. Still, she betrayed me... Maybe she never cared for me. Maybe it was all some sick joke. She knew she couldn’t contain me, so she prayed on my feelings. ‘What?’ This sudden thought caught her off guard. How could that even cross her mind? Maybe what Twilight did had more of an impact on her than she thought. Her head was throbbing now. Once a villain, always a villain… ’what the-’ “Starlight.” Twilight spoke, which startled her. She answered, but the words did not process to her, she felt as if she had little control over herself. She remembers having a bit off a back and forth with her former teacher, but she couldn’t remember most of it apart from it being kind of awkward and her telling twilight that they could talk about… whatever she had said later. Now, she found herself in her room looking at the ceiling. Old demons seemed to be eating away at her, and a longing for her old life was eating away at her. She didn’t understand. Starlight thought she was over this. Why are these hateful feelings coming back? They didn’t feel natural, the thoughts weren’t hers, they couldn’t be. She felt detached from them, but they were also familiar to her. She groaned as she flipped on her bed and groaned onto her pillow out of frustration. She needed to sort this out, especially before she talked to Twilight. ‘It can’t be because… I’m mad at her, right? It seems disproportionate to have these feelings… I know she’s sorry, and I don’t necessarily blame her. Maybe if the roles were reversed, I would have done the same.’ Before she continued her assessment of her current predicament, she heard a knock on her door. “Starlight, Twilight would like to speak with you in the throne room as soon as possible!” Said Spike from the other side of the door. Starlight got off the bed quickly. She supposed she knew what this was about. It had been a few hours, but when she said to Twilight “we should talk later.” She was thinking more along the lines of a day or two. ‘Its fine…’ “I’ll be out in a minute!” *** Starlight walked through the corridors of the castle; her trot was not as graceful as it usually was. She felt slightly better now that she was out of her room, probably because she really didn’t have anything on her mind apart from getting to the throne room. She approached the door and slowly opened it, peaking her head inside. “Twilight?” She called out into the room where her former teacher sat. “Oh, hi Starlight! Sorry, I know you said you wanted some time to yourself, but I thought it would be better if we talked now rather than later. Plus, Spike helped me make some food for us while we discuss and… Oh, I got you something!” She rambled as Starlight sat down next to Twilight. “Oh wow, Twilight, you didn’t have to do all this for me… but thank you” she said, very appreciative of the gesture. “No need to thank me, it’s just… I’m very sorry for how I treated you, I should’ve stuck out for you more and-” Starlight quickly shush Twilight with her hooves. “Its fine Twilight, you gave Stygian a chance, and that’s all that matters… It did hurt, but I knew you’d do the right thing in the end.” She said with a reassuring smile, but Twilight still wanted to say more. “Yes, but still, I feel awful. What kind of “princess of friendship” doesn’t listen to her friends?” She said, putting her head down in shame. Starlight held her shin up to the mare’s surprise, their eyes making contact. ‘So close…’ Thought Twilight. “You are a great princess; you took me in after all I did to you and your friends. It’s sometimes hard to believe that you even gave me a shot and didn’t send me straight to Tartarus. Not only that, but you offered me a place to stay and taught me your ways. Sure, I felt awful about what happened, but no one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes, even you, princess.” As soon as she finished, she gave her former teacher a hug. “I... suppose you are right… Thank you, Starlight, you have no idea how proud I am.” To this Starlight felt her chest swell with pride, getting a compliment from the princess always made her feel better. As the night progressed, they kept talking about different things as they ate their food that Twilight and Spike had made, which had been excellent in Starlight’s opinion. She was having so much fun, the dark thoughts that had plagued her mind before struggled to take hold of her, though they still lingered as so did her headache. After opening her present—a custom made kite originally meant for her birthday— which had prompted Starlight to squeal in excitement, they both wished each other a good night and headed to their respective rooms. ‘I think that was a success in my book, Starlight seemed happier than before and even gave me some advice. I hope we can do something like that again it was very rewarding and… never mind. Still, I need to do more to make it up to her, she deserves it.’ As for Starlight, she went directly to bed, still feeling a bit ill but much better. She always liked her alone time with Twilight. Sadly, for her, a creeping evil was slowly approaching, and they were none the wiser.

JBukharin

563773

Prince Blueblood,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Self Insert,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Romance,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex,Violence

The Blue Paradigm

Being stuck in a Pony mod for a WW2 RTS, an insert has to struggle between war preparations, random developments and a horny family led by his Auntie Tia trying to make him a herd.

incomplete

<p>Cover Art by: Opal_Radiance</p><p>1007 ALB (After Luna's Banishment).</p><p>Equestria, as a country, has been enjoying centuries of peace. Well, relative peace.</p><p>Nightmare Moon's return, Discord's Awakening and Tyrek's reckoning had hardly matched the ramifications of the Canterlot Wedding.</p><p>The Changelings have been a constant threat, even more as Chrysalis had moved to unify the tribes beyond the Badlands.</p><p>As stagnation and general noble idiocy, Equestria is poised to face a war without preparations...</p><p>Except for one staunch paranoid prince.</p><p>Being inserted in Prince Blueblood and have worked my butt out of Military School, the chances of survival now lies into a single pony with meta-knowledge.</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">If only his family could stop being horny for a second!</span></p>

mature

2024-08-21T06:13:21+00:00

2024-08-21T06:23:58+00:00

Chapter 1: Games & War Warning! This story is set in an AU of My Little Pony called 'Equestria At War', a mod for Hearts of Iron IV (a WW2 RTS). So, instead of the usual niceties and the standard 'silly chores', I suggest bracing for politicking, posturing, tanks, and even the resurrection of old monarchs- also, three super continents, several races, and Rosa Maledicta! (Quick Question, Vampires or Zombies?) Once upon a time, there was a narrator that would go on to describe how the land of Equestria had long lost its touch with Harmony and all of that. Sadly for the world (or anyone looking into my mind right now), that was roughly seven years ago and I have to say- Equestria is fine. The World not so much. But let's not just into random affirmations without a proper explanation - one that starts with my introduction. My name is... Prince Blueblood and I am a far far far removed relative of one of the 'three' Rulers of Equestria, Princess Celestia. Ah, I am such a 'handsome little pony' as my 'Aunty Tia' would call me. Blonde mane, piercing blue eyes, and a degree of interest to not nag at her when she is enjoying some personal 'cake time'. Yes, at this point, Equestria is a 'Triarchy' following the recent ascension of Twilight Sparkle into Alicornhood and... things were not that great looking into the current politics. Equestria is a 'Harmonic/Democratic society' that upheld a form of 'Benevolent Autocracy'. There were institutions that allowed the common ponies to speak for changes, but there was a large wall from the aristocracy to keep the Status Quo going. I would say that I had also an interest to keep that running- or used to before deciding that the kiddy plot was not where my heart belonged. One Galloping Gala was enough to push me to just jump aboard the 'military train'. It was something I had contemplated from the moment I started to study geography and realized where I was. This wasn't normal Equestria- this was a certain mod of a game I loved which had a nice amount of deadly details that could now cause me many grievances. So, I decided that 'war' would be were I would make my hill to die on in this colorful world. I was a member of the royal family, so I used my position to... get in the spot to get treated like dirt by the drill sergeant. I admit that I had to let this happen despite the deep desire to show off the 'badge' I had as a 'Minor Prince', but I knew that I needed that sort of knowledge and form a backbone from square one. Boot camp was hell, officer school was worse. But years of focusing on the task at hand helped me get a high rank. Chief of the Army was not where I was looking to get, but the lack of people- ponies to get the desk was a bit shocking. I was surprised. Sure, I had planned to get somewhere, but be regarded as the sole 'best qualified' high commander Equestria had reaffirmed the crappy situation I was dealing with: Equestria was cornered by numerous hostile nations, and two of which were the equivalent of the Nazis and the USSR. I admit that I may be inflating the 'radicalism' behind these two forces, but Chrysalis was literally pulling a 'Mussolini' in her large slice of cake she carved out of the other hives she submitted, and Stalliongrad is... a confusing mess right now. To be more exhaustive: After getting the boots many times, Chrysalis decided it was high time for her big plan to include the rest of the Changeling Hives and their Queens in the Badlands in her big fold. She succeeded, and now they were totally not making Panzers; Stalliongrad was actually a more concerning element due to its 'home front' threat to the country - Severyana was once part of Equestria and yet it had its own brand of aristocrats. Even more reactionaries than those in Canterlot, and even dumber since they allowed mismanagement of the weather by Pegasi to lead to a famine which then caused a fucking revolution. As much as it pained me to admit it, 'Aunty Tia' made the right call to not prompt a war against the new country. It wasn't the best since a lot of ideologues started to hurl ideological shit to try and see what stuck out, but the current leader, Altidiya, was a Libertarian Socialist. Quite Democratic despite rejecting common laws of capitalism. It's been years, and the food shortage is still ongoing in the country. All this buildup leads us to... 'today'. It's February 25th 1007 (since the 'Reign of Celestia' started), the Equestria Games are currently unfolding and I found myself wandering with my 'beloved Aunty' in a private hall as I discussed recent events unfolding with the Changeling borders. "Chrysalis is finishing to consolidate her rule over the Badlands. We can't face that sort of threat." "We will ready for it, as usual~." Celestia's tone of 'calm' was hardly one I trusted nowadays. The kind smile, the confident grin- those things were part of her regal mask as she trotted around to regard her 'little ponies' with utmost motherly affection. "This is not the same as usual- you can't just throw Twilight and her friends at this issue." She sighed. "That's not the point, Bluey. The budget is already limited-" "I am sure we had doubled the national GDP in the last four years- how did we end up with no major increases for the military?" Celestia shrugged, humming as she looked by one of the windows showing the current display at the stadium. "We need to reform the military." "It's not a process that simple, Bluey," Celestia argued, her smile faltering for a moment. "Any sudden jump in the budget may frighten people to think that war is imminent." ... "War is imminent, Aunty." "You can't-" "Chrysalis loathes us, we also have Princess Velvet asking for an intervention in her homecountry after Olenia pulled a dumb one and got stuck with a madman for a king." "Velvet will not cause you any trouble, dearie," Celestia rebuked, retrieving solid ground and confidence to buck back at me. "As for the military budget... I will try to see something changing there." I hope she is not planning to decrease it because I am quitting. "Maybe you should let Aunty Lulu have at them." That drew a giggle out of the Alicorn. "Oh, Lulu would love to smash some silly skulls but... we aren't like that. Not anymore. We need to be accountable to all our little ponies." "And you aren't." This was a bit of a blunt rebuttal, and one that came out unfiltered much to my immediate dismay as we stopped walking and the mare gave me a strange look. "Surely you don't believe that." "You are accountable to some ponies. But you aren't exactly... doing this all to all ponies, Aunty. If you were, then you would know that I had been called to solve some troublesome cases of members of your council abusing their seats for illegal schemes." "I am aware that-" "No." Her pink eyes went wide open. "Hm?" I usually wouldn't go this far, but like hell I was going to get subjected to a 'Pax Chrysalis' route because my Aunty couldn't see the big picture. "Aunty Tia, Princess Celestia, you know what you are told, not everything- definitely not. I sent you roughly three dozen letters as reports in the last two years, how many did you receive?" ... ... "F-Five, but that's possibly-" "Aunty, there are ponies that don't want you to get your hooves on the current situation. I understand you can't do much, but at the very least listen to this critical issue: we have a lacking army, it is ill-equipped, outdated, and we have not even half of the needed ponypower to make up for the current standards. We need that budget to get big enough to fit with a reorganization, or Chrysalis' tanks will roll on us even if we put everypony in the trenches against them." There was a lengthy pause after this and... Celestia sighed, bowing her head. "I understand, nephew. And I promise you dearly that I will make sure these concerns are heard and understood by the council," She sounded quite serious, smiling confidently and even putting a hoof by my shoulder. "Worry no longer, for I will not let Chrysalis harm our subjects anymore after what happened at Cadance's wedding." I offered a relieved nod but... I soon felt my body tense up instinctively as I noticed how she wasn't removing her hoof from my shoulder and her smile grew a bit too delighted. "By the way, Bluey... can you help your Aunty with something important~?" My eyes narrowed at her, and I drew a big sigh. "What is it about, Aunty?" "I think you know, Bluey~." I felt my mind flinch at the 'brief' glances I spared to the two details that did tell me what was up. One was the two trails of thick milky white cream laying on the floor from the path we came from, the other was the swelling between her 'rear hooves'. "Aunty, as usual, no." "Nephew, you would enjoy it~." "Aunty, I am going to look for Aunty Lulu," I hummed, ignoring the throbbing crotchboobs that were getting 'blueballed' by this experience. "Bye." Aunty Tia bowed her head in defeat, whining about her 'beloved nephew not helping her aunty in her time of needs'. I was just glad she wasn't too pushy about this... dangerous trait of the royal family. For the one thing that I was quick to realize, since I was young, was that about the entire Royal Equestrian Family was made by perverts - oh, and that ponies did fuck.

JBukharin

563773

Prince Blueblood,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Self Insert,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Romance,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex,Violence

The Blue Paradigm

Being stuck in a Pony mod for a WW2 RTS, an insert has to struggle between war preparations, random developments and a horny family led by his Auntie Tia trying to make him a herd.

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<p>Cover Art by: Opal_Radiance</p><p>1007 ALB (After Luna's Banishment).</p><p>Equestria, as a country, has been enjoying centuries of peace. Well, relative peace.</p><p>Nightmare Moon's return, Discord's Awakening and Tyrek's reckoning had hardly matched the ramifications of the Canterlot Wedding.</p><p>The Changelings have been a constant threat, even more as Chrysalis had moved to unify the tribes beyond the Badlands.</p><p>As stagnation and general noble idiocy, Equestria is poised to face a war without preparations...</p><p>Except for one staunch paranoid prince.</p><p>Being inserted in Prince Blueblood and have worked my butt out of Military School, the chances of survival now lies into a single pony with meta-knowledge.</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">If only his family could stop being horny for a second!</span></p>

mature

2024-08-21T06:13:28+00:00

2024-08-21T06:13:52+00:00

Chapter 2: War Quartet It's been a week since I spoke with Celestia, and a week since the Equestria Games allowed for a more peaceful rapprochement with Stalliongrad. As expected, Chrysalis had ignored the silly invitation that had been forwarded by Celestia. I knew that my Aunty wasn't trying to truly get the wretched bug within Equestria without some shackles on her, but that didn't mean that the PR campaign of such a move went unnoticed by some papers. Kindness and forgiveness was the substance that kept the governance of Equestria afloat, but it was not what made the military a reasonable force. As of now, I had heard that Celestia had made some serious efforts to dislodge the council from its pro-peace attitude, but the process was, as predictable, going at a most sluggish pace. And seeing how Chrysalis was starting to build her 'Tower of the Queen' to cement her power over the rest of the hives, I decided that such an infuriating matter required a most unorthodox reaction - Instead of hoping for any government funds to sustain the military research, I decided it was high time to put a solid dent on my own bank account. The 'pocket money' or 'royal allowance' was a considerable amount of bits that I received as a member of the royal family. I had hardly used it and spent a handful of the monthly income whenever there was a big party to make my face known to other ponies. These efforts led me to meet other 'like-minded' individuals that I was quick to ask for a 'private meeting' on the matters of international concern. The first one to come was Filthy Rich - the businessman may have a solid base in Ponyville with his Zap Apples, but he was also known as a stallion that started to put his hooves at work from a very abysmal position of power. He got a small loan of 100 bits and he made a tiny empire out of his food-related business. Next up was Fancy Pants. He was a socialite known in Canterlot as 'the best thing after the princesses'. It was a bit of a gutpunch if I truly cared for the royal title I bore, but the pony was a smart guy - he came from old money, but he was savvy in budgeting both his time and resources to avoid drying up his bank account. The stallion had a reputation as a rational pony with a keen eye for the 'common good', which made him beloved by both the common ponies and those of the high classes. Finally, the third addition to this 'council' was a friend to Fancy Pants, Ms. Fleur de Lis. A model known for her 'alicorn-like beauty', the mare was someone I was quite acquainted to due to her inner interest to expand her group of friends beyond the 'same old circle of creeps and yes-men'. "I wish to start this meeting by thanking you all for making it and... for helping me keep this quiet as much as possible." Paparazzi were a nightmare, especially when it came to pegasi. Still, the place that was chosen was behind a large amount of guards and a lack of nearby windows from which some reporter could come from. It wasn't a 'shady place meant for devious plans', but a restaurant that was known by many as the best place for rich folk to speak up and share their thoughts. "None of that, young Blueblood. I think I speak for everypony here by saying we know you are aware that time is money." "And jobs," Fleur added to Filthy Rich's response. "Alas, you're not a time-waster. So, speak up." Always the uppity girl, uh? "I will be blunt and honest: a week ago, during the Equestria Games, I had the opportunity to speak with Princess Celestia over a matter of national concern. One that the Royal Council has no interest in truly tackling." A suave yellow glow manifested from my horn as three folders were soon presented to the trio, with each pausing to glance over the content of it. Frowns appeared, then scowls. The content of those folders were files regarding reports of rescued victims from border clashes with the Changelings. There were also details over their military build-up from aerial scouts crossing the borders at random occasions and... a picture taken by a member of the Thoraxian Rebellion showing Chrysalis grinning madly as she proclaimed something to a crowd of Changeling Queens. "I thought we kicked the bugs nicely last time," Filthy Rich snorted. "What's this all about?" "...there's more of them," Fancy Pants finally spoke, the stallion fixing his glasses as he kept on staring at Chrysalis. "What we faced during the Canterlot Invasion- it was just Chrysalis." "Back then we had to face just Chrysalis and parts of her lesser hive. Ever since our last skirmish, she has rallied more of her 'children' and subdued the rest of the hives in the Badlands," I confirmed with a serious tone. "They are currently expanding their military and will have a formidable force to face us in a few years from now." "How much is 'a few', young Blueblood? We can't exactly worry if-" "Less than three years." And Filthy Rich went quiet, eyes going back to the folder with renewed dread. "And what would you like for us to do, Prince Blueblood?" Fancy Pants offered, sounding quite driven by the situation. "I can organize a few donations for the Royal Guards but-" "I am already going to rely on my money alone, Fancy Pants. I appreciate the gesture, but I need things that are more attuned to your talents." "Such as?" Fleur prodded and I had a list on the table. "Hm?" "Miss de Lis, while this situation may not seem fitting for your skills, I understand you have connections with the world of fashion with major producers in Manehattan. If it's possible I would ask you to facilitate a deal for the military for mass-productions of new uniform with any clothes-makers." The pink-maned model offered a surprised look and then a smile. "It shouldn't be too much of a trouble." I nodded, then turned to Fancy Pants. "In regard to any assistance you could provide us, Fancy Pants, it is more about any advice you can extend in the matters of good PR. Right now, the military recruitment drive is based on voluntary law. Which means-" "You need young ponies to join the army," Fancy Pants hummed, the unicorn sighing. "As much as it sounds risky, I understand that there has been a lack of progress in filling up the lines." "We can hardly match their disorganized army if we go to war. The more time passes, the more Chrysalis' army will have a chance to break us." Fancy Pants offered a tired nod. "I'll have to contact a good friend of mine who is best suited for such hurdle. He should be at your service by the end of the week." That was good and- "What about me, young lad?" Filthy Rich interrupted. "Fancy is good at publicity, and Miss de Lis is experienced in the fashion business, but I doubt you are looking at my apples to support the military." "I am not," I agreed, then smiled. "I have heard you had issues finding a company to expand your ventures too." He snorted, shaking his head. "Don't remind me. I swear, some people in Manehattan can get so prudish when 'threatened'. So, I suppose you have one of those 'a stone for two birds' solution." "I do. It is about a few newfound companies in Las Pegasus." The oldest of the trio appeared intrigued. "That's a place I heard about. A bit of a 'competitor' for Manehattan, but not as big as the City that Never Sleeps." "Mustang Developments and Sirius Metal Works are competing with the Stallion Company. They wish to produce a few interesting designs for tanks the military is eyeing with interest." "Only tanks?" "Star Energy-" "And artillery. Never missing giving us some blast-givers," Filthy Rich offered a tiny smile. "If there's some assistance in the matters of paperwork-" "I will aid you to not find any nosy pony to trouble your efforts." "Good enough, I guess. And I suppose Diamond Tiara wouldn't mind if we switch out to Las Pegasus for a few holiday stays rather than Vanhoover." The city wasn't exactly by the Changeling border, but it was close enough to it to be a threatened location in the eventuality of an invasion. "I suppose so too, yes." The rest of the meeting devolved in handling the details, but my attempts had yielded what I needed. The assistance of those that could directly make the difference to Equestria's industrial and economical matters. And those that were also most important in handling such affairs without shaking the administration too much. After the meeting ended on such positive note, I teleported back to Canterlot and- "How was it?" I jumped in surprise since 1) I had teleported to my room and 2) Aunty Luna was suddenly quite close to me and had a knack to pull this sort of shit. "A-Aunty, we talked about giving frights." She giggled, the alicorn's blue eyes glowing with mirth. "Silly, nephew. As your aunt, I would never stop teasing you~." If Celestia was a 'mother to all', Luna was a 'cool aunty for one'. And that one was 'me' since I was a common fixture in the castle and someone that spared a cordial amount of time with her. Also, the whole Nightmare Night fiasco was fixed by yours truly so... I guess I 'deserved' this. Still, I owed Luna some stuff for helping me get into the military and also voice support on what modern steps were needed to improve the military. She was quite outdated in the matters of the military, but she could see, as plain as possible, that Chrysalis was not going to play nice the next time we faced her and... "It's a matter of principle, sister! The bug harlot kidnapped our niece, almost seduced our nephew-in-law, and almost took over the capital of our ponies! We need to kill this threat before she does worse!" Luna had a hatebone for Chrysalis. In her mind, the Changeling Queen had done the equivalent of breaking into her room, pissing on her bed, flaunting a fat shit on her diary, and then ran away with plans to do worse the next time. The Alicorn of the Moon was far from pleased with the Royal Council, especially when they tried to object the restoration of the Diarchy and then tried to pull the same with the Triarcy. "It was... a good meeting. Plans are in motions." "Good, good. I am also bearer of good news, nephew." That sounded like positive thing but... Luna was trying to do something I was myself unsure on how to tackle. The letter she showed me was a response from the 'Chiefs of the Thestrals Community'. Thestrals, commonly known as 'Batponies', were labeled by a few historians as the 'fourth tribe' of Equestria. They had been an active part after Luna made an effort to bring them to the fold back when her shared reign with Celestia started. Even back then there was something of an unease from other ponies over the slim minority of Batponies known to suck on blood - most of them focused on wild cattle animals, but the few murderous thestrals that came up in the history tomes still stained the reputation of the large majority of fruit-lovers. Then things went to apeshit when Nightmare Moon happened, some of those thestrals (mostly the murderous ones) joined her fold, and then they bailed from the resistance as they all left Equus in 'search of a better place to raise their grand kingdom'. The end result is that Pony SS troops are now enforcing some Burgundian Order shit in Zebrika and they treated all locals as slaves to either overwork or use for insane experiments. When Luna learned of this centuries-old issue, she was absolutely ready to go out and blast those bastards to hell and beyond. Sadly for her, without a navy to support an invasion, no plans went through in seeing the nation known as Chiropterra annihilated for good. So, for her to show me papers that offered some interest to see batponies recruited was both good and bad. Good because it was ponypower to be employed, and bad because Celestia was going to lament this 'hasty' move just now. Sadly for Aunty Tia, however, I had given her all chances to see this shit solved at a fashionable timing and... it was time to play bold for once. "This may work, yes. But understand I will have to vet them thoroughly to avoid any infiltrations." Luna rolled her eyes at the paranoia, but she still appeared giddy over my positive response. "Thank you, beloved nephew. If it wasn't for you, I would have really- Well, I would have been cross." "It's Aunty Tia still shelving away your proposals?" Luna tensed up at my guess, and then... sighed loudly. "Some of those yes," the Alicorn admitted. "But she is trying-" "It's just there's a bunch of morons slowing down the process. I am aware of that." Luna offered a smile, and then appeared ready to leave with the promise that I would get this situation handled somehow. I was soon alone to lie in my bed for a much-needed nap and... ... "Aunty?" "Yes, nephew?" "I thought you were leaving." "I was on my way, but I noticed you were tired," Luna argued, the troublesome alicorn currently giving me unplanned cuddles. "And thus I decided it was fair for me to thank you with the best nap experience. Cuddles from your beloved Aunty." Ah yes, Aunty Lulu may be competing with Aunty Tia on 'whos the best aunty'. Right now, much to Celestia's chagrin despite Luna's own shortcomings due to her social ineptitude, Lulu was winning. And thus the night claimed her cuddles. Just this once.

JBukharin

563773

Prince Blueblood,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Self Insert,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Romance,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex,Violence

The Blue Paradigm

Being stuck in a Pony mod for a WW2 RTS, an insert has to struggle between war preparations, random developments and a horny family led by his Auntie Tia trying to make him a herd.

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<p>Cover Art by: Opal_Radiance</p><p>1007 ALB (After Luna's Banishment).</p><p>Equestria, as a country, has been enjoying centuries of peace. Well, relative peace.</p><p>Nightmare Moon's return, Discord's Awakening and Tyrek's reckoning had hardly matched the ramifications of the Canterlot Wedding.</p><p>The Changelings have been a constant threat, even more as Chrysalis had moved to unify the tribes beyond the Badlands.</p><p>As stagnation and general noble idiocy, Equestria is poised to face a war without preparations...</p><p>Except for one staunch paranoid prince.</p><p>Being inserted in Prince Blueblood and have worked my butt out of Military School, the chances of survival now lies into a single pony with meta-knowledge.</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">If only his family could stop being horny for a second!</span></p>

mature

2024-08-22T04:26:21+00:00

2024-08-22T04:26:20+00:00

Chapter 3: Tank-Lovin' Niece My office was in Canterlot, but it was far from the Castle itself. 'Camp Hurricane' was one of the oldest institutions in the country, but it had been hardly disciplined to the level I was whipping its workers to move about in current times. The standards had dropped considerably due to the numerous centuries of peace, but Equestria's main concept of warfare existed. The Royal Guards had served as the 'Peace-time standing army'. Akin to the US National Guard, but on a more selective level. Still the 'Equestrian Army' was a 'commoner equivalent' to the Guards. Less-trained (before I took over), the larger reservist force was a far cry of the once proud backbone of Equestria's lance. When I took over, I had gotten the training regiment restored to some acceptable standards, with years of coordination between COs and drill sergeants allowing for more 'live training' to be exercised. There was a process to phase out over bladed weapons, now guns being the priority in exercising. Old relics were sold and the money was used to fill up caches of ammo that were to be guarded with care. The guns that were employed at first were early bolt-actions such as the Lilia-Rifle. Variants had been created to try and modernize this decades-old gun, but it was ultimately discarded as the main rifle after the introduction of the Lavender Rifle - it could hold ten rounds to its predecessor's five-rounds cartridge, and it was less prone to jamming. The price was also just as cheap as the Lilia, so the Lavender Rifle had been in mass production for some time now. The few troops at our disposal were already enjoying the fruits of two months of the 'Quartet' at work. The new uniforms allowed a more comfortable wear, and the war industry was finally getting to a more acceptable level of production. The Heavy Tank was two months away from being available for testing, but the design already told me that we were going to have an optimal 'starting point' to counter the Changeling's armored divisions. The vehicle was going to be as toughly-armored as a Tiger, but it was going to have a relatively weak armament as the AT process was slowed down by some technicians valuing more 'AT rifles' to proper cannons. All in all, what was really concerning was the budget-juggling. Not only did I have to keep an eye on the expenses of the military, but also how much of my personal money was being used to funnel resources into the reorganization of the army. I had bits to spare, but I wasn't just going to sink everything I had in it. So, I had started to also invest some of that royal money into shares in the other companies, focusing to 'complement' Filthy Rich's current moves by focusing on aircraft producers. The Wonderbolt Aircraft Research already enjoyed royal grants, which is why we were hardly going to struggle in having top-notch fighters, but I was also concerned on the other aspects of air warfare - The 'Northern' Development Bureau was a group of technicians that evacuated by Stalliongrad right before the revolution. Located in Novochernushsk, the small group had been struggling to acquire funds to sustain the development of heavy bombers. The notion of Strategic Bombing was not one that Equestria truly knew about, but I planned to change that by putting my hooves on said company. I had the opportunity to meet the chairman of the group, Igor Stallionsky, and we shared a pleasant chat over the development of aircrafts. It took me a solid moment during that meeting to realize this was the pony version of Igor Sikorsky, which meant I could eventually rush up the creation of helicopters if I played my cards right. In the end, I approved acquiring a large share of 'Northern' while vouching to keep the team united as they could finally start designing strategic bombers for the upcoming conflict. I was finishing wrapping up the paperwork over the new orders for the creation of a sturdy and well-defended heavy plane when I realized that I wasn't alone in my office anymore. And I hadn't been so in a while. ... "I smell with my princely nose... a little niece of mine." I heard a tiny giggle coming from... behind some of the boxes in front of the desk. The source of the noises soon peeking around and giving me a bright smile. "Uncle Blue!" I snorted. "If it isn't little Flurry Heart. How are you?" Flurry Heart was, just like in canon, the daughter of Royal Guard's Captain Shining Armor and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza (Cadance). Heiress to the Crystal Empire, the little filly was 5 years old, regarded the youngest alicorn, and already a curious lady over the notions of... war. I had a feeling that the 'Flurry Heart, Alicorn of War' meme may not be as much of a meme in this reality. Still, the child was just 5- maybe I was overthinking it. "Good, good. I missed you." I smiled as she flapped her wings and got herself on a chair I conjured with my magic. "Missed you too, little one. Are you visiting with your parents?" Her smile... faltered. "Y-yeah, but... they had me sitting alone in their boring room!" "Oh dear, and why so?" "Mom and dad are speaking with Grauntie Tia. They said I am too young to hear what is it about." "Hmm..." I leaned on my chair thoughtfully, and, since they would have had me in that meeting if it was anything about the Changelings... "I think I know what it is. And, in a sense, they are not wrong." "What! But I know about Mean Chryssi!" I snorted at that nickname, and reached out to ruffle her mane. "Silly Flurry, that's not about Chryssi. It's about that scary jerk that is King Sombra." "Who's that?" The filly inquired, eyes glowing with intrigue. "He is a baddie that mommy and daddy beat?" "Yup, it happened after their wedding," I recollected on the moment. "You see, before Grauntie Lulu's banishment, her and Grauntie Tia had fought against Sombra but, as the battle raged on, Sombra used a spell to shroud the capital of the empire in a seemingly eternal storm. But just two years after Grauntie Lulu's return, the Crystal Empire resurfaced and your parents took care of that." "That's awesome, Uncle Blue," Flurry remarked, always a sucker for her parents' cool adventures. "But then Sombrero is no longer around. So why are they worried about him?" "Sombra. And that's because he is not... Well, he is not fully gone." Flurry's green eyes shoot up. "He is not?! How?" "It took us a while to understand that one too. See, Sombra is not just some mad sorcerer unicorn as we once thought he was. He is what is known magically as a 'Umbrum', but to many he is a 'Shadow Pony'." "And... that means?" "That means he takes the form of a pony, but he is not a pony. He is... a shadowy creature. One whose purpose was to reign the Empire and destroy the Crystal Heart." Flurry gasped. "W-What? But why would he want that? Everypony love the Crystal Heart." "Not the Shadow Ponies," I answered quietly. "These creatures are opposed by nature to the Heart. It hurts them because their whole being is of unkind connotation. The issue about Sombra is that your mother has a rather limited hold over the Heart and the best she could do was to shatter Sombra's body. Right now, the 'shadow King' lurks as a spirit in the snowy mountain of the Empire, far from the capital and other urban cities, afraid of the power of the Heart but always looking for a chance to return." The filly shuddered at the thought. "Brrr, I guess that's why mommy and daddy don't want me there but... is he really that bad?" "Right now? Yes. You have potential, niece, but you are far from unraveling it. Your spells are limited and your protection is too abysmal to keep up with a dangerous villain such as Sombra. But... he doesn't come down to Equestria. He knows better than enter your Graunties' nation." She giggled at that and then took a look at my paperwork. "Are you almost done with that, Uncle Blue?" "Hmm, do you want me to take a break?" "Huh-huh! It's not well for anypony to work too much. Mommy always say that to daddy." "Fair," I replied, knowing there was still time to wrap the documents before the end of the day after... a little joyride. "Say, want a joy ride on one of the Muletildas?" The Muletilda was one of the latest Light Tanks that had been created as I took over the Army. It was a speedy tank, but it had a crappy armor and a weak cannon. It was still stable to ride at high speed and... Flurry loved to play with tanks. "Really!?" She squeaked loudly, wings flapping in excitement. "Yes, but I have to write a message to your parents so they don't worry about where you are." She opened her mouth to protest but... I was on it. "If we don't, then you may be punished. And so would I." A little pout appeared on her snout. "I get to try the gun too, yes?" I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine." Grinning, Flurry Heart gave me a big hug. "Love ya, Uncle Blue~!" I hugged back, and we were soon out of the office to check out the tanks' depot for the planned joyride after I sent a quick paper to Cadance on what we were up to. She didn't like it, but she was definitely aware her baby girl may be leaning more into warfare if that's how much she was attracted to it. And while this was a lovely way to distract myself, as we were out and bolting with the Muletilda, a parchment appeared magically on my deserted desk, and it was a message from Griffonia: Emperor Grover V has just died - and this meant that I may have to pay a quick visit to a certain childhood friend of mine...

JBukharin

563773

Prince Blueblood,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Self Insert,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Comedy,Romance,Equestria at War,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex,Violence

The Blue Paradigm

Being stuck in a Pony mod for a WW2 RTS, an insert has to struggle between war preparations, random developments and a horny family led by his Auntie Tia trying to make him a herd.

incomplete

<p>Cover Art by: Opal_Radiance</p><p>1007 ALB (After Luna's Banishment).</p><p>Equestria, as a country, has been enjoying centuries of peace. Well, relative peace.</p><p>Nightmare Moon's return, Discord's Awakening and Tyrek's reckoning had hardly matched the ramifications of the Canterlot Wedding.</p><p>The Changelings have been a constant threat, even more as Chrysalis had moved to unify the tribes beyond the Badlands.</p><p>As stagnation and general noble idiocy, Equestria is poised to face a war without preparations...</p><p>Except for one staunch paranoid prince.</p><p>Being inserted in Prince Blueblood and have worked my butt out of Military School, the chances of survival now lies into a single pony with meta-knowledge.</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;font-style:italic">If only his family could stop being horny for a second!</span></p>

mature

2024-08-22T04:26:32+00:00

2024-08-22T04:26:31+00:00

Chapter 4: The Mad Princess When I was very young, my Auntie Tia decided that 'lil cute Bluey' deserved a friend from beyond the 'lake'. And by lake, she meant the ocean leading to Griffonia. To say that the relations between Equestria and the Griffonian Empire were mild at best would be an oversimplification of the maze-like complexities of the Empire- once united, the 'Empire' was now akin to the Holy Roman Empire, with slices of older and 'newer' politics that clashed over the wartorn continent. The revolution that had created Stalliongrad had been far worse in the Empire as Grover V came to power, finding to a rebellion coming from Cloudbury, led by Alexander Kemerskai, that wrecked the 'Old Order' and tried to install a new one. Sadly for the republican revolutionaries, Grover V was blessed by a brilliance in the matters of warfare. He consolidated his power through the Herzland Nobles and the Archonate (the clergy), and soon had the knights put down the rebellion one state at the time. It wasn't a perfect clean-up, not when the war could go on so far as to guarantee the safety of the Herzland... but that didn't mean that the core lands of the Empire were spared by the horrors of the revolution. While some may think that pro-democratic leaders may be less inclined to commit war crimes against unharmed civilians, some verified accounts of purges against the griffonfolk in what has been wrapped up as the 'Pink Terror' (called as such as Harmony as a political ideology uses a shade of pink as its rallying symbol) called into question the sanity of those monsters. One such case I was very familiar with, both through meta-knowledge and... personal relations. The individual I was soon caring for as a 'foreign childhood friend' was the young princess of the Katerin Principality, Diellza von Katerinburg. Truth be told, there are 'two' Diellzas that are known to those familiar with her story. A young and innocent little griffon that lived up to expectations of a caring princess... up until she was 6. When the revolution broke in the peaceful Principality, the small royal guard group was overwhelmed by revolutionary militias. And, in a rather ironic turn of events, most of those people didn't want to subvert the royalists since the fief was ruled fairly. That being said, most of the leading revolutionaries were bandits. Griffons uncaring of the plight of the 'people', and those that truly cared for a few things: power, control, and... satisfying their urges. Albeit raping was not a common practice among these pricks, that didn't mean this limited their range of violence. Rumors of cannibalism were frequent when it comes to the Revolutionary Year for Katerin, but no one had proof if the Katerin Royal Family was subjected to this. Nonetheless, a year was enough to break the lone survivor of that nightmarish experience: Diellza was seven when she was made Ruling Princess after being liberated by Grover V. She was deeply indebted to the Emperor as he saw him as that one 'kind soul' that she could never question. I remember hearing her speak so softly and so sanely of him when we first met. And the day I met Diellza, I was surprised by two things: first, Diellza wasn't outright deranged. Tired, stressed, annoyed and moody. The last bit was already displaying cruelty against those she perceived as 'naggers'. And I admit that I was about to shit bricks the first time we interacted. She was clearly not impressed by me at first glance, almost tempted to have me 'face off her guards' to see how good my magic was. A bit bratty in that context... and it gave me the idea to treat her as the child she was. She was two years younger than me, and 9 when we first met, so I used this opportunity to play the role of 'older sibling'. Much to my surprise... it worked wonderfully. Well, it wasn't perfect. Far from it. Diellza retained that sense of anger within her at any minor error made by servants and guards, but the griffonlady listened to my advices as soon as our friendship blossomed through the years. A proper government appointed by her rather than an unconventional and dangerous 'Katerintreue' regency council ready to kill her, and a helping therapy proposed by the 'Priest-Minister' Heinrich Duskfeather. Duskfeather was left-leaning. Not outright a communist, but a socialist-sympathizer nonetheless. He was quite surprised when I managed to convince Diellza to confess to the old bird, but he seemed overall understanding of her situation to the point of 'offering his services to the principality'. Somehow that confession and ensuing conversation had appeased Diellza so much that she ordered him 'Priest Minister' to rule over the governance until she was old enough to be more 'understanding' of others. That has been years ago, and Duskfeather did a fine job as an effective leader of the country. Reforms were passed after the Regency Council was removed from sight. They were imprisoned as criminal investigations revealed the extent of their 'treason' to the kingdom of Diellza. Some were imprisoned to life, others were outright executed and... Katerin breathed a fresh air of change as the old bird in charge started to shape the country in a more pious nation while also tackling the banditry issues. Those with lesser crimes were granted mercy, but those with extensive records were hanged. Taxes were lowered, regulations shifted into a more freer economy, and Katerin became something of a role model for the country as a whole. Diellza soon saw her popularity skyrocket, and while she had been nervous to wander out of her castle without proper companionship, she always enjoyed the way her subjects 'thanked her for her actions'. It was a bit wrong to some extent. Diellza hardly had any clue of the extent of the changes, and she clearly knew not that Duskfeather had been chipping away at the autocratic power she yielded out of fear of another dangerous ruler to take over after her death. Nonetheless, that didn't mean that Diellza was stupid. Or that she didn't have her clique keeping tab of the matters of the state. And she had been told of the 'grave news'. Grover V's death was a true national tragedy. Not only was this going to spark a civil war of sort due to the antics of nobility and the Archons playing against each other to take over the little heir, Grover VI, as a figurehead, but it also threw some of the griffonfolks in a loop. And as I reached Katerin after a few teleportations stop by Manehattan, New Mareland, and Flowena, I could tell that the entire country was in a state of mourning. Yet none of those displays (somber but still contained) matched the full 'bleak' outlook of the royal palace. I had never seen so much black around. Black clothes, black armors, black flags, and black veils over the portraits of Grover V. When I got inside the palace, I was greeted at once by a tired-looking Duskfeather. While the old griffon had already looking one claw away from the grave, governance had made him appear to be far older than he was. He greeted me politely and- "I truly don't know where Diellza is. She is in the palace but... I am unsure where she may be at the moment." I picked up the worry in his voice, but also a sense of restraint as the princess was still within this walls. "I'll look for her. Keep up the good work, Heinrich." "You too, Herr Blueblood." After this little interaction, I was off to look for Diellza. Despite its size, many of those rooms had been sealed away at the order of the princess herself. Old living rooms, old dance rooms, the old... throne room. This last place was quite the odd location for Diellza to hide into, the pains of that room still echoing as I remembered from our last meeting, but I had gut feeling that it was there where she was holing herself up to. And I found her. Diellza was sitting on her late father's throne, her regalia on but none of her usual clothes. While nudity wasn't as frowned upon as it would be among humans, Griffons held it to a higher regard as they tended to stand upright and bipedal far more than most quadrupeds. Also, Diellza was a princess, so clothes were part of the etiquette when moving out of her 'privy room'. She didn't seem to care or mind as her body of red and black feathers stood out to its fullest as she sat on the side, her green-eyed glare aimed at the one item that (ironically so) had turned into her punching bag. Glitterhoof was the name of a unicorn skull that his cousin from Hellquill had sent her as a birthday gift and... Diellza hated it. She had taken it as a 'slight' against me, and she had kept it around as a way to out her anger at the idiocy of those in her family that 'had turned their backs to her'. But today... it was different. Her vicious whispers, which I caught only the intense wrath within her voice as she uttered those, were far more extreme. Deranged even. I had a hint of fear that this may be that 'one bad day' that could snap someone as unstable as Diellza but... she broke away from her brief decline with a single loud sob. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and then the anger turned in bitter quietness which ultimately concluded with a loud crack. She had lifted the unicorn skull, then slamming it to the ground in front of the throne. The skull broke and splintered, with Diellza staring at the shards for a moment before... Suddenly looking at me with wide eyes. "B-Bloodie. Is that you?" I will never get rid of that unpleasant nickname... "Yes." "...A-Are you?" "You're not crazy, Delly. I got here as soon as I got the news." Her shoulders stiffened and... she flung herself out of the throne and towards me. A single strong flap of her wing saw her propelled towards me. I used magic to slow down her pace, and while that avoided me getting yeeted with her upon impact, I couldn't do much as I felt the bird's claws unconsciously sinking onto my skin. My white fur was soon stained with some blood, but I had magic already cleaning up as I had been quite accustomed to her clumsy disregard of her own 'sharp body'. At this stage, there was no apology, the princess busy sobbing as she confirmed I wasn't an hallucination. "I-I saw them. Mom, Dad- they were here." "Hm." "I-I shouldn't be here but-" "You needed this," I guessed, closing my eyes as I wrapped my hooves around her frame. "I know." She twitched, then nuzzled her head against my shoulder. "B-Bloody?" "Hm?" "W-Will you stay for the night?" "I already told my Aunties I will. Also, I would like to take you to his funeral." I felt a nod from Diellza through the hug and... I had to carry her around to her room. The griffon ultimately noticed that she had sunk her claws into my flesh, pulling those out and raining 'sorry's through the walk. I merely nodded and just decided to cuddle up with her. She sighed, then finally allowed her tired mind to fall unconscious. The snoring princess was still a tight hugger during her slumber, and I had a bit to explain to the maids that found us in that 'awkward position'. Not much due to our known familiarity to each other and... The fact that Diellza had forwarded the idea of a marriage a few times. We hardly dated and we hanged out as platonically as possible but... the girl loved me, just not in the normal sense of the word. And while that didn't appear too worrisome until now... I was soon going to hear some interesting news once the grieving was over- and Diellza would plan how to preserve Grover V's legacy the best.

WhispersInTheDark

563776

Other,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Alternate Universe,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Out of the Darkness...

Years after her trauma, Sweetie still refuses to date anypony. But maybe...she doesn't have to date...a PONY...

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<p>Some years have passed since the events of <a href="/story/440533/if-you-tell" rel="nofollow"><i>If You Tell</i>...</a> Sweetie still has nightmares from time to time, and while her friends have had relationships, she still refuses to allow any stallion to come near her. Her friends and family worry for her, but they know to leave her to herself, hoping she'll work things out.</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>Even so, she is lonely.</p></div><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>But perhaps...perhaps the solution has been there all along...</p></div><hr/><p>This story is written as a gift to those who have endured the first tale and to those who have suffered similar evils. Just like Rarity in the first tale, I wasn't able to stop the crimes from happening to my loved one then, and I can't do anything about whatever happened to any of you, but maybe...through my writing...I can offer some comfort.</p>

teen

2024-08-22T11:40:56+00:00

2024-08-22T11:49:30+00:00

Sweetie sat on her bed alone, just staring out the window. Beside her, yellow with age and wrinkled from years of being folded, unfolded, and read over and over again, was the letter she and her sister had received from Warden Chains so long ago informing them of that monster's death while in prison. She only took it from her desk drawer and read it whenever she awoke from one of those nightmares, solely to remind herself he was gone and could no longer hurt her or anypony else. Some years were better than others. When she was still a filly, and the memories were raw, the nightmares happened almost every month. Now that she was a teenager, she only suffered through them a few times a year, but the pain was always the same. Once, a few months after she and Rarity had been told of the death, there had been a knock on the front door. Rarity had opened it, spoken quietly to whomever it had been outside, then gently closed it and came to her. When she had told her who the visitors were, Sweetie Belle had flown into a rage and ran up to her room, staying up there the entire night. Even now, years later, Sweetie's face flushed red when she thought about her actions that day and how she shouldn't have blamed that monster's daughters for trying to speak to her. But she knew that if those mares were to appear today, she'd react the same. And even though Rarity, her parents, and friends were fiercely protective of her, they couldn't save her from everything. One month after the hospital It was a still evening at the Boutique. The setting Sun shone brightly through the West windows as the two of them sat together at the dining room table. Rarity had taken the habit of over-preparing far too much food as a method of coping for the horrors her sister had gone through, among other actions. Always a fastidious mare, she now put extra effort into ensuring there were always fresh flowers at the table, not a speck of dust to be found anywhere in her home, and always ensuring her sister had whatever she wanted, though Sweetie never asked for much. Rarity knew in her heart she was doing too much at times, but she couldn't help herself. As for Sweetie, she had mostly returned to her former self. She laughed often, played, and hung out with her friends as before...but sometimes, there were days she would go without speaking. These were days that would terrify Rarity and her parents, but the therapist assured them this was normal and part of her healing process; it was best to let her be and allow her to tell them whatever was bothering her in her own good time. Rarity had prepared a special dinner for herself and her little sister as part of a celebration. They had been eating together for some time while she tried to make conversation with her sister. There were times when Sweetie would shut down, so Rarity was still navigating the treacherous waters until her sister was completely healed. If that ever happened. "So! How was your first day back at school?" Rarity smiled at her, hoping this wouldn't be one of those times. Sweetie took another bite of her dinner before answering. "Okay, I guess. I punched another filly in the mouth at recess. I might have knocked out one of her teeth." At her sister's shocked expression, she looked around the table and added, "Are there any more of those sauteed mushrooms?" Rarity finally found her voice. "Swee...Sweetie Belle! Why in Celestia's Name would you do that?!" Her sister calmly took a drink of her tea, stared up at her, then said, "Because she called me a 'slut." "Wha...what?!" Sweetie nodded. "Uh huh. She said her Mom had heard what had happened to me and told her that sort of thing only happens to 'sluts." Rarity's face lost color, and her voice became deadly quiet. "...did she...?" Sweetie nodded again. "So, when she and her friends cornered me in the playground and started laughing in my face about it, I didn't think; I just did it." Then, her eyes brightened. "That reminds me: I need to tell Mom and Dad about a teacher-parent conference with Miss Cheerilee tomorrow." Rarity was shaking with rage but managed, "Mother and Father are out of town, so I will attend in their stead." Through clenched teeth, she added, "And...what is this filly's...NAME?" Once she told her, Rarity grimly smiled and said, "Of course." She wiped her mouth and stood. "You will be fine by yourself for about an hour? There's an errand I need to run; I shan't be long!" Sweetie wasn't fooled for a second. "No." Rarity did a double-take. "N..NO?! But...but, Sweetie! I will NOT allow..." "I said, 'no.' I can't have you fighting for me all my life, Sis." Sweetie looked away and sighed. "Besides, she wasn't the only one." Rarity's heart went cold. "...what do you mean...?" She looked her sister in the eyes as a tear began to fall. "I mean, I see the way lots of ponies look at me now. I hear them whispering behind my back...I'm...I'm...tainted now, Rarity, unclean, I heard a mare tell another...I may as well accept it...." "Oh, SWEETIE!!" cried Rarity as she scooped her up into a fierce hug and wept bitter tears. "It's not true! IT'S NOT TRUE!" she wailed as she held her and rocked her back and forth. They cried together for some minutes before Rarity finally put her down and said, "Sweetie, I want you to listen to me very, very carefully: it was not your fault! What that pervert did to you, he did to other fillies, and he paid for it! Do not listen to anyone who tells you differently because they DO. NOT. MATTER. What matters is how you feel about yourself and how much we all LOVE you!" She hugged her once more. "I love you so much, Sweetie..." Author's Note: As before, this tale is based on true events. For those of you who read the first story but didn't read all the comments, there was an exchange between myself and a few readers where I explained that this very thing happened to my daughter once word spread through our community of her sexual assault. I should say "spread through" my ex-wife's community, for she knew decades before I did, and she never told me. My daughter didn't tell me until she was in her twenties, and she also told me how people back then blamed HER for what happened, even though she was only seven years old... Please be patient. This story will have a happy ending, that I do promise you. But we still have some rough patches ahead...

ShopperBrony90

563782

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Main 6,Spike,Trixie,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Darkest Hour in Equestria

Equestria is being invaded by invisible aliens!

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<p>On the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, Ponyville is suddenly being attacked by invisible aliens that have drained all the electricity all over Equestria so they can stage an attack! Can Twilight, her friends and the remaining survivors save Equestria from the wrath.</p><p>Inspired by the 2011 sci-fi action movie, <b>The Darkest Hour</b> and co-written by <b>Tane4041</b>.</p>

everyone

2024-08-21T13:47:59+00:00

2024-08-21T23:21:17+00:00

It was a sunny day in Ponyville, and the air was filled with excitement as everypony prepared for the Grand Galloping Gala. The town buzzed with anticipation, knowing that tonight would be a special night. At Carousel Boutique, Rarity was in her element, carefully stitching the final details onto a gorgeous gown. “Oh, Sweetie Belle, you’re going to look absolutely divine tonight!” Rarity exclaimed, holding up the dress for her little sister to see. Sweetie Belle’s eyes sparkled with delight. “It’s beautiful, Rarity! Thank you so much!” “Anything for my darling sister,” Rarity replied with a warm smile. Meanwhile, at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie and her family were busy in the kitchen, whipping up treats for the event. Pinkie bounced around, a whirlwind of energy, as she put the finishing touches on a towering cake. “This is going to be the best Gala ever! Everypony’s taste buds are gonna have a party of their own!” At the edge of town, Fluttershy was gently tending to her animal friends. “Now, Angel Bunny, you behave yourself while I’m at the Gala, okay?” she said softly, patting the little rabbit on the head. “I’ll be back before you know it.” In the skies above, Rainbow Dash and the Wonderbolts were busy clearing the last of the clouds. “Alright, team, let’s make this sky perfect! The moon’s gotta shine like never before!” Rainbow Dash called out, leading the charge with her usual flair. Over in Canterlot, Applejack and her family were hard at work in the royal garden. “C’mon, y’all! We gotta get these apples harvested before the Gala!” Applejack urged, wiping sweat from her brow as she worked alongside Apple Bloom, Big Mac, and Granny Smith. Just as everypony was settling into their tasks, the electricity suddenly began to flicker. Lights dimmed and buzzed ominously before plunging the town into darkness. A few ponies gasped, and murmurs of concern spread through the streets. After what felt like an eternity, the lights blinked back on, casting a reassuring glow over Ponyville. Twilight Sparkle and Spike appeared in the center of town, the alicorn’s wings fluttering as she tried to calm everypony. “Everypony, please, don’t worry! It’s just a minor blackout, nothing to be alarmed about. These things happen every now and then,” Twilight said, her voice steady and calm. Spike nodded in agreement. “Yeah, no big deal! Everything’s back to normal, see?” The ponies slowly relaxed, the panic subsiding as they took Twilight’s words to heart. That night, the Grand Galloping Gala was in full swing. Vinyl Scratch was at her DJ booth, spinning her records and keeping the dance floor alive. The grand ballroom was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as everypony enjoyed the night. Rarity, now dressed in her own stunning gown, danced with Sweetie Belle, while Applejack chatted with Princess Celestia about the harvest. Rainbow Dash was showing off her latest tricks to a group of admirers and Pinkie Pie was making sure everypony had a slice of her special cake. Suddenly, the music cut off and the ballroom was plunged into darkness. Gasps of surprise echoed through the room as everypony looked around in confusion. “Uh, is this part of the show?” Rainbow Dash asked, her voice uncertain as she hovered near the ceiling. “Nope! The power’s out again!” Vinyl called out from her booth; her voice tinged with frustration. Twilight stepped forward, her horn glowing faintly. “I’ll just cast a light spell—” But as she tried to channel her magic, her horn fizzled and sparked before going out completely. “What in Equestria?” she murmured; eyes wide in disbelief. Around the room, other unicorns were experiencing the same thing. Their horns sparked but produced no magic. “This isn’t normal,” Applejack said, her voice tense as she joined Twilight. “Something’s wrong, Twi.” A murmur of fear spread through the crowd as ponies began to realize that their magic wasn’t working. Outside, the night was eerily silent and then, without warning, strange orbs of light began to fall from the sky. “What are those?” Fluttershy whispered, her eyes wide with fear as she backed away from the windows. Before anypony could answer, one of the orbs touched down on the ground and it vanished. "Well, we better check it out." Twilight ordered as everypony did so. Even Fluttershy went out with them, despite having feels of sheer fear. They went outside to see what that was about. They were all were in awe and confusion. "Wait, I thought there would be no clouds." Rainbow Dash exclaimed in confusion. The sky, once clear and bright, was now dotted with falling orbs of light, their ominous glow casting long shadows over the gathered ponies. Rainbow Dash hovered mid-air, her brow furrowed in confusion. "This doesn't make any sense! We cleared all the clouds! Where are these things coming from?" Twilight Sparkle squinted at the orbs, her heart pounding. "I don't know, but something's not right about them." Suddenly, one of the orbs landed with a soft thud right in front of the group. Its eerie light pulsed gently, casting an unnatural glow on the surrounding ground before it seems to vanish. Prince Shining Armor trotted forward, his protective instincts kicking in. "Everypony, stay back. Let me check this out." He cautiously approached the orb, his eyes narrowing as he extended a hoof toward it. "Shining, wait—!" Twilight called out, but it was too late. The moment Shining Armor's hoof made contact with the invisible force, his body shimmered, then dissolved into nothingness in the blink of an eye. "NO!" Twilight screamed, her voice raw with grief, but the only answer was the growing panic around her. Ponies began to scream and scatter, their cries echoing through the once peaceful garden as more orbs fell from the sky and turned invisible within contact on the ground. Rainbow Dash's eyes widened in horror. "We have to get out of here! Everypony, move!" A group of terrified ponies ducked behind the table laden with food, hoping it might shield them. Unfortunately, the unknown force wasn’t so easily deterred. The invisible energy swept through the air, striking the table with a force so powerful it shattered into splinters. The ponies hiding behind it were disintegrated instantly, their bodies reduced to dust before they could even scream. Among the chaos, Sweetie Belle clung to Rarity, her small body trembling. "Rarity, what's happening? I'm scared!" she cried; her voice barely audible over the din. "I don't know, Sweetie, but we have to stay—" Rarity's voice broke off as another orb landed near them. Sweetie Belle screamed as she was magically pulled towards it, but before Rarity could pull her, her sister was gone—disintegrated in an instant. Rarity stood frozen in shock; her mouth open in a silent scream. Nearby, Diamond Tiara, too, was caught in the path of another invisible ord. She let out a strangled gasp, but the sound was cut short as she vanished, leaving nothing behind. Trixie, witnessing the carnage, gritted her teeth and stepped forward. "I won't let you terrorize these ponies! The Great and Powerful Trixie will stop you!" She attempted to summon her magic, but her horn fizzled, producing nothing. Trixie's eyes went wide with panic. "W-What?! My magic—" Before she could react further, an orb shot toward her. In an instant, Trixie was gone, disintegrated just like the others. Twilight watched in horror, her mind racing. "We have to get out of here—now!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fear and urgency. "Everypony, run!" The surviving ponies fled in all directions, the nightmarish scene unfolding around them as more and more orbs continued to fall, disintegrating anypony they touched without mercy or hesitation. The screams of the disintegrating ponies echoed in the air as the survivors scrambled for cover. Applejack’s desperate cry was the last sound that echoed before she was gone, disintegrated in the blink of an eye. Pinkie Pie watched in horror as little Pound Cake and Pumpkin Pie vanished right before her eyes, leaving her frozen in shock and heartbreak. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Vinyl Scratch, determined to protect herself, held one of her beloved vinyl records like a shield. Unfortunately, the invisible force was swift, slicing through the record as if it were paper, and within seconds, she too was gone. Chaos reigned as ponies fell one by one, their lives extinguished by the mysterious force. When it was finally over, only a handful remained: Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and the princesses. They huddled together in the dark, trembling as they waited for the dawn. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563782

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Main 6,Spike,Trixie,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Darkest Hour in Equestria

Equestria is being invaded by invisible aliens!

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<p>On the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, Ponyville is suddenly being attacked by invisible aliens that have drained all the electricity all over Equestria so they can stage an attack! Can Twilight, her friends and the remaining survivors save Equestria from the wrath.</p><p>Inspired by the 2011 sci-fi action movie, <b>The Darkest Hour</b> and co-written by <b>Tane4041</b>.</p>

everyone

2024-08-21T23:23:44+00:00

2024-08-22T00:49:21+00:00

The sun had barely risen when the small group of survivors emerged from their hiding place. The once-vibrant Ponyville was now eerily quiet, with no sign of the bustling life it once held. Fluttershy was sobbing uncontrollably, her heart shattered by the events of the previous night. Rainbow Dash, though shaken herself, wrapped a comforting wing around her friend, trying to soothe her. “Shh, it’s okay, Fluttershy. We’re still here. We’re going to figure out what happened, I promise.” Twilight Sparkle stood with the princess Celestia and Luna, her mind racing as she tried to piece together the events that had transpired. “We need to find out what attacked us,” she said, her voice firm despite the fear gnawing at her insides. “We can’t let this happen again.” “I’ll keep an eye on the skies,” Rainbow Dash volunteered, determination in her voice. “If there’s anything suspicious up there, I’ll spot it and let you know about it.” Fluttershy wiped her tears, trying to steady herself. “I-I’ll keep guard on the ground. Maybe I can spot something that can help us understand what we’re dealing with.” Twilight nodded, grateful for their courage. She turned to Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo, who were standing off to the side, visibly shaken. “You four need to stay safe,” Twilight instructed. “Rarity, can you take them to the basement of your boutique? It’s the safest place for now.” Rarity hesitated, her mind still on Sweetie Belle, her little sister, who was no longer with them. “I-I don’t know, Twilight… What if it comes back? What if we can’t—” Twilight stepped closer, placing a comforting hoof on Rarity’s shoulder. “We’ll be okay, Rarity. I promise we’ll find a way to stop this. We just need to stay strong and work together.” Rarity took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “Alright, darling. I’ll keep them safe. But please… be careful.” “We will,” Twilight assured her. “If we find anything, we’ll turn on a siren to alert you. That will be your signal to regroup with us.” Rarity nodded, and with a deep breath, she led Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo towards the boutique. As they descended into the basement, Rarity cast one last glance at Twilight, silently praying for her friends’ safety. Twilight watched them go, her heart heavy with the responsibility she now bore. Turning back to the princesses, she took a deep breath. “We need to find answers… and fast.” With that, the remaining survivors split up to take on their respective tasks, the weight of the unknown hanging heavily over them as they prepared for whatever came next. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563782

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Main 6,Spike,Trixie,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Darkest Hour in Equestria

Equestria is being invaded by invisible aliens!

incomplete

<p>On the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, Ponyville is suddenly being attacked by invisible aliens that have drained all the electricity all over Equestria so they can stage an attack! Can Twilight, her friends and the remaining survivors save Equestria from the wrath.</p><p>Inspired by the 2011 sci-fi action movie, <b>The Darkest Hour</b> and co-written by <b>Tane4041</b>.</p>

everyone

2024-08-22T01:11:44+00:00

2024-08-22T01:11:44+00:00

The grand halls of Canterlot Castle were eerily quiet, the once bright and majestic corridors now shrouded in darkness. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls as Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia, Luna, and Cadance huddled together in the throne room. Their expressions were grim, etched with worry and exhaustion. Without their magic, the situation seemed almost impossible to navigate. The power of their horns, once so reliable, had been stripped away, leaving them vulnerable and uncertain. Twilight sighed heavily, her mind racing with possibilities that seemed to lead nowhere. "We have to find a way to stop these invaders, but without our magic..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Princess Celestia, always the beacon of hope, looked at her former student with a gentle, yet firm expression. "Twilight, we've faced countless challenges before. Magic may have been our strongest asset, but our character, our resilience—that's what will guide us now." Luna nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowing with determination. "The invaders may have taken our magic, but they haven't taken our will. We must use everything we have—our wits, our courage—to protect Equestria." Cadance placed a comforting hoof on Twilight's shoulder. "We will get through this, together." Meanwhile, high above the castle, Rainbow Dash was on patrol. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling innocently above, but Rainbow was on high alert. Her sharp eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of danger. Just when she thought it was all clear, something caught her attention—a ripple forming in the sky. Her heart raced as she quickly ducked behind a cloud, watching intently. From the ripple, the lights—those ominous orbs—began to emerge, slowly descending toward the ground. Rainbow's breath caught in her throat. So that's where they're coming from. She knew she had to report this to Twilight and the princesses immediately. As she sped toward Canterlot, she nearly collided with one of the orbs. With lightning-fast reflexes, she veered off course, narrowly avoiding it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself to move faster, determined to deliver her message in time. On the ground, Fluttershy crouched behind a building, her eyes darting nervously around the deserted streets. Every sound made her jump, but she forced herself to stay vigilant. Her heart lifted slightly when she spotted a familiar figure hopping toward her—Angel Bunny. Relief washed over her as she whispered his name, stepping out from her hiding place. But her relief was short-lived. In a blink of an eye, the invisible invader struck, disintegrating Angel Bunny before Fluttershy's horrified gaze. The world seemed to slow down as she watched her beloved pet vanish into nothingness. A silent scream lodged in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes. Back in the safety of the Carousel Boutique's basement, Rarity tried to maintain an air of calm as she instructed Apple Bloom, Pinkie Pie, and Scootaloo on survival tactics. "We must remain composed, darlings. Panic will only make things worse. Remember, the key is to stay hidden and stay together." Her voice was steady, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her true feelings. The three ponies nodded, absorbing every word. They knew their lives depended on it. Moments later, a siren echoed through Canterlot—a signal they all knew well. Twilight's magic, though weakened, still had enough strength to cast a wide-spread teleportation spell, gathering the scattered survivors. In an instant, Fluttershy, Rarity, Apple Bloom, Pinkie Pie, and Scootaloo found themselves in the throne room of Canterlot Castle, disoriented but relieved to be together again. Rainbow Dash was the first to speak, her voice urgent. "I saw them, Twilight. The lights, the orbs—they're coming from a ripple in the sky. That's how they're getting in." Twilight nodded, her mind already racing with plans. "Thank you, Rainbow. Now we know where they’re coming from. But we’ll have to wait until nightfall to act. The invaders strike when there's light. We'll use the darkness to our advantage." The group exchanged determined glances, knowing that the battle ahead would be their toughest yet. They had no magic, no electricity, but they had each other—and that, they hoped, would be enough to save Ponyville. To be continued...

ShopperBrony90

563782

Cutie Mark Crusaders,Diamond Tiara,Main 6,Spike,Trixie,Dark,Mystery,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Darkest Hour in Equestria

Equestria is being invaded by invisible aliens!

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<p>On the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, Ponyville is suddenly being attacked by invisible aliens that have drained all the electricity all over Equestria so they can stage an attack! Can Twilight, her friends and the remaining survivors save Equestria from the wrath.</p><p>Inspired by the 2011 sci-fi action movie, <b>The Darkest Hour</b> and co-written by <b>Tane4041</b>.</p>

everyone

2024-08-22T12:10:36+00:00

2024-08-22T12:10:37+00:00

Night had fallen over Ponyville, and the remaining survivors were ready. Twilight Sparkle, along with Princesses Celestia, Luna, and Cadance, had spent hours constructing a capture device by hoof. It was an intricate contraption, pieced together with the remnants of their technology, magic, and sheer determination. Rarity and Apple Bloom stood nearby, their hearts racing but their resolve unwavering. The plan was simple but dangerous—Pinkie Pie and Scootaloo would distract the invaders while the others captured them. The silence of the night was shattered as the glowing orbs of light began to descend upon Ponyville once more. Pinkie Pie, with her usual energy, darted forward, Scootaloo right behind her. They weaved through the falling orbs, drawing their attention away from the main group. But as quickly as the battle began, it turned tragic. A bright flash enveloped Pinkie Pie, and before anyone could react, Scootaloo was next. Both were disintegrated, leaving only a brief afterimage of their existence. Rarity gasped, tears welling in her eyes, but she knew there was no time to mourn. "We have to keep going," Twilight urged, her voice firm despite the grief she felt. With precision, the group activated the capture device. A beam of energy shot out, ensnaring one of the orbs. As they pulled it toward them, a faint voice could be heard. “Help… Rarity…” Rarity’s heart skipped a beat. “Sweetie Belle?!” The orb hovered before them, glowing with an eerie light. The voice inside grew clearer, and to everyone’s shock, it was indeed Sweetie Belle. She is trapped in a dimensional void of golden lights and number code. “Rarity, I’m here… I’m… I’m trapped!” Rarity’s relief was palpable, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Sweetie Belle, you’re okay! But how did this happen? What happened to you?” Inside the orb, Sweetie Belle’s voice trembled as she recounted her experience. “After I was dissolved… it was like I was pulled into a vortex. I couldn’t see anything at first, but then… there were these gold lights, flashing symbols, and shapes that kept changing. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before. They swirled around me, pulling me deeper into this strange place. I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. And then… I was here, trapped in this orb. I saw the others too, everypony who disappeared is here with me, in their own orbs.” Twilight’s eyes widened as she listened. “So, everypony who was disintegrated… they’re all still alive, just imprisoned in these orbs. If we can capture them all, we might be able to reverse this!” Princess Celestia nodded, her expression grave but determined. “We must capture every last orb and drain their energy manually. It’s the only way to free everypony and save Ponyville.” Rarity held the orb containing Sweetie Belle close. “Don’t worry, Sweetie, we’ll get you out of there. We’ll save everypony.” The group set to work, their grief giving way to a renewed sense of purpose. They knew what they had to do, and they wouldn’t stop until everypony was safe. To be continued...

PoneFluff

563803

Anon,Original Character,Sunset Shimmer,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Family, a Filly, and interdimensional difficulties.

Even in a different world parenting still has the same challenges

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<p>For Anon, even in a different world parenting still has the same challenges. After a decade spent in equestria, a few adventures of his own, and one particularly profitable book deal, the former human finds himself spending most of his days taking care of his filly, Peachy Daze. Meanwhile his Wife is off across two worlds on adventures, which he totally isn't using as a source of inspiration for his books...totally</p>

everyone

2024-08-21T21:40:27+00:00

2024-08-21T21:40:27+00:00

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window as you slowly cracked your eyes open to gaze up at the ceiling. A small yawn escaped your lips as you lay there, thinking back on everything you’d experienced over the last…decade or so? Faust…you’d actually lost count properly; then again, you never were the sharpest after an after-work nap. Not that you intended to stop taking them, but meeting with your publisher was frankly exhausting on the best of days. Though you could probab- A creak from the floorboards instantly drew your attention; it wasn’t very loud, meaning there could only be one pony responsible. You remain still, letting your eyes slide closed in preparation for what was bound to happen. Despite her attempts at being quiet, soft giggling fills the air as you hear her approach. It was too late when you realised your mistake; her giggling was joined by the hum of a unicorn’s horn. The sinking feeling in your gut is accompanied by a high-pitched yell. ”Daddy!” The small peach-coloured filly that your life had come to revolve around called as she flung herself from the dresser at you. Landing with all the force a filly’s horn could muster was enough to make you groan in pain as she knocked the air from your lungs. Utterly oblivious to your admittedly not very severe pain, she proceeds to bounce in glee. ”It’s nightmare night soon Daddy!” With a fluid movement, you roll onto your back, wrapping a foreleg around her and sweep her into a gentle hug. Eliciting another wave of giggling from your filly as she squirmed in vain to escape your embrace. After a moment's reprieve, your lungs can finally breathe again. “You excited for the Princess’ party tonight?” What with her being unable to bounce in excitement thanks to your hug, she instead practically seemed to vibrate with excitement. If you didn’t know better, you could swear she was just pinkie pie with a different colour scheme some days. Then again the promise of more than her body weight in candy likely wasn’t helping that. Despite the majority of your brain dissolving into mush at her casual onslaught of cuteness, the remaining brain cell remained determined to parent as best as it could. ”What did we say about your costume?” “No jumping on mom or dad, No tackling other ponies either” Came her reply a few moments later, you had to blink for a second, she’d definitely inherited her mother’s serious voice. Releasing her from the hug, she squealed as she slid backwards off the bed before landing on her hooves with a soft thump. “Good girl, let's get you ready then.” You ruffle her mane with a hoof as you get out of bed, the pitter-patter of her hooves letting you know she was following you closely. You paused once you’d reached the staircase, letting her hop onto your back with a small grunt of exertion. After the last time she’d slipped, she still had something of a problem with the hardwood stairs. Winding your way through the house, you couldn’t help but smile at some of the photos adorning the wall, from last hearth’s warming to the photo Pinkie Pie had taken at your “Welcome to Equestria” party. The sheer look of confusion on your face was frankly hilarious, even if it hadn’t been at the time. Emerging into the back garden, you trotted along the paving stones over to your shed. It was something of a foreign concept to the ponies of Canterlot, but with some help from Big Macintosh you’d gotten the shed built shortly after you moved in. You know…you really should head down and visit him sometime; Peachy would probably love ponyville now she was a bit older. Shaking your head to clear those thoughts away, ignited your horn and slid open the door to the shed with a dramatic flourish. Never let it be said those old drama classes back in school hadn’t rubbed off on you. Before you both, atop your workbench, stood the project you’d both worked on for months. From petitioning Princess Celestia to get permission to sketch her ancient battle plate, admittedly, it probably helped she found the idea hilarious. To a very awkward conversation with Equals Exponent about “appropriate Daddy Daughter projects”, Peachy hadn’t been deterred with her idea for Nightmare Night. Peachy seemed to not care about her teacher’s disapproval, leaping up onto a stool before finally onto the workbench and running her tiny hoof over the peytral with a grin. You couldn’t be prouder of her; truthfully, you’d stepped back after the crown. Everything else, from the hoof shoes to the peytral and even the mail skirt, was her handiwork hoofwork. Twilight and basically everypony who’d seen Peachy at work had been mystified how this hadn’t earned her a cutiemark. You couldn’t help but agree; she seemed a natural at metalwork, even if you’d had to use your magic to get the power hammer working. Cutiemark or no, you were just happy to see how she practically glowed with joy whilst working in the mini forge you’d both built. ”Dad, why’s there a hole in the peytral?” With some effort, you shake yourself from fond memories and look up, spotting a pair of ice-blue eyes staring back at you from the table. God, she really did get her mother’s eyes as well. A smile forms on your lips as you trot over to a small wrapped package on your desk. “Close your eyes, sweetie” A frustrated hum accompanies your request, but glancing over your shoulder reveals Peachy’s eyes shut. Your horn glows, shredding the wrapping and hefting a gently glowing amulet. It fits into the peytral with a gentle nudge before sealing itself in. “Okay, sweetie, take a look.” Peachy’s eyes snapped open, and she looked back at the peytral, an eyebrow raised. Looking every bit the part of a Master blacksmith, you watch as your filly paces around the armour. Tracing over the subtle soldering mark where the Amulet melted the metal to bond itself to the armour. ”Dad, that’s way too much magic for you…who made it?” “Oh Sweetie…” You press a hoof to your chest dramatically, displaying all of your rather terrible acting as you stagger aside. Practically collapsing against the wall, you groan and clutch at your chest once more, sucking down breaths in mock pain. “My own flesh and blood, how could you claim that your own father is not a master magician? Oh, woe am I for such a besmirchment to my reputation.” Peachy simply snickers at your theatrics from her place atop the workbench, rolling her eyes and cocking her head to the side. ”Seriously, Daddy, who did it?” “...Promise not to tell her I told you?” You say, dropping the mock pain and standing back up. Instantly, Peachy’s eyes lit up as she looked back at the gem with open admiration and glee. ”Mom did it!” “That’s my clever filly” You can’t help but rustle her mane as you step back to the table, giving her a little space to step back. With as much care as you can, you lift the ornate crown with your magic and slowly lower it onto her head. Peachy sags a little under the bronze’s weight, her eyes opening once the helmet is settled, Her short horn hidden by a curved hornguard. Her mane poking out through a slit at the back of the helm, glancing at her face through the armoured cheek plates, reveals an ear-to-ear grin. ” It's really cold.” “It is a metal helmet, sweetie; those tend to get cold.” ”What does Mom’s amulet do?” You pointedly ignore the question, opting instead to fasten the small buckle under her chin. Peachy shakes her head a little, the helmet resolutely remaining atop her head. “Fits good?” ”Perfect Dad!” She rears up and steps into the mail dress, letting you fasten it on her back, prompting a small squeak of ”Cold!” You can’t help but chuckle, prompting an overly dramatic scowl and huff from Peachy. A few moments later, Peachy is clad hoof to horn in gleaming bronze and snow-white fabric. Bright ice blue eyes staring back at you, sparkling with excitement. “Go get your Candy, sweetie; Mom’s gonna meet us at the party, okay?” Peachy leaps from the table, landing with a quartet of metal clangs before racing for the door; maybe racing is a bit generous. Trotting at a moderate pace might be better. You realise she probably didn’t expect to be hauling the sheer weight of armour she has on. Still, you casually trot after her back to the house. She “races” over to the kitchen cupboard, her horn tugging the door open to reveal a sack stuffed with Candy. You stand silently in the corner, practically watching the gears turn in Peachy’s head. She steps to the side, measuring the bag against herself. Brow furrowed, lips pursed; if she thought any harder, you expect steam will start coming out her ears. A few moments pass before she turns and trots into the pantry, rummaging for something out of sight. Eventually, she returns, head held high with a smug grin as a red-painted wagon trails behind her. No matter the world, it seems a kid will always find use for a Radio Flyer. With a growl, she heaves the bag of candy onto her back, struggles over to the wagon and dumps it in with a satisfied groan. Before turning to look at you with an expression best described as transcendent pride,” See! I did it!” “Knew you could, Peachy…want me to pull it to the castle?” Her face freezes. She’d forgotten that part. ”..yes please” With a flourish of your hooves, you lower yourself into a dramatic bow, muzzle practically to the floor. “As you order Princess” The setback forgotten, Peachy burst out into laughter and trotted for the door. You follow close behind, hauling the wagon with your magic. Princess Celestia’s nightmare night party, ..it was something of your doing actually. Back on earth, the mayor of your town had organised a yearly Halloween party. Something about making it safer for kids. The reality was he was a sucker for fireworks and loved an excuse for a good celebration, Princess Celestia, as it turned out, was very similar. One brief train ride later, you found yourselves climbing up Canterlot’s slanted and winding streets. Above the city, The sky was awash with nebulae and stars, fireworks bursting in images of The Princess of the Night. Music filtered from storefronts and a few bands that had just started playing on the street corners. Honestly it reminded you a little of Mardi Gras back on earth, the entire city seemed to be out celebrating. Peachy, despite struggling in her armour, looked around in abject awe .The flow of ponies around you both were looking at her gleaming bronze “costume” with pretty much identical reactions. You swore the guards back at the train station seemed a bit jealous, come to think of it, Peachy would make a good royal armourer… The aforementioned Smith had dipped into her candy a little, handing out hooffuls of Bon-Bon’s creations to the horde of fillies and colts following her. ok so…maybe she was a little too generous to run a business. Maybe the Princess’ were hiring? Surely a…very small body double could be useful? ”Everything okay dad? You’ve got your thinking face on.” “Just pondering stuff Sweetie, nothing to worry about.” The Castle was finally coming into view, practically besieged by a veritable army of partygoers. Entry was simple, a pail of Candy for Fillies and Colts, Mare and Stallions were to bring a bottle of their choosing or a pail of candy. Admittedly, that admission fee wasn’t very steep, but You knew the point wasn’t to get candy or booze. The mountains of sweets in the courtyard, and open bars revealed the real purpose. Ponies really loved a good potluck ”You excited to see mom?” “Always Sweetie, more than you’d know”, Peachy simply giggles at that. ”Wonder what adventure she’s been on this time…Oooh! Maybe to that upside down spider land!” “To…Australia?” ”Yeah that!” You shrugged, the portal was in the US so…in theory it was possible she could have caught a flight there. Though you doubted it, The Crown usually needed her close to the Portal. Trying not to lose Peachy in the crown wasn’t as hard as usual. Under the bursting lights of the fireworks she glowed like a disco ball. The main challenge was your height, other stallions were taller than you and mares were about at eye height. God you missed being taller than almost everybody ”Candy or Drink Sir?” “Candy, my daughter has both of our contributions.” Peachy giggled as the Guardstallion’s jaw dropped when he saw her armour. The guardmare to his left simply squee’d before coughing and hastily putting on a serious expression once more. With the Candy sack taken to be checked by security, you both were let in. The Radio Flyer was escorted off by an amused valet, leaving you with a ticket to reclaim your “Chariot, Carriage or other suitable means of personal transportation.” ”I’m riding the wagon home!” “No you are not, not after last time.” ”But daaad I’m wearing armour! And the crown has proclaimed the wagon a means of personal transportation!” You open your mouth to respond before pausing...she does have a point you suppose. Electing not to encourage that idea further, you both push onwards. Music filters over the crowd, provided by a familiar looking grey mare and her ensemble of musicians. You absentmindedly look over the ponies around you wondering where your wife even is, she sent a letter saying she’d meet you both here. The song slowly fades out and is soon replaced by the beginning notes of a very familiar track Looking over the crowd reveals her, a microphone suspended in her blue magic, hooves hovering over a keyboard she’d clearly brought through the portal. ”The sun goes down, the stars come out. And all that counts is here and now By the Third line, you’re singing along. By the fourth the crowd had joined in. Sunset looks up, her ice blue eyes casting a gaze over the crowd and stopping once she spots You. To your side, Peachy calls out something that gets lost in the noise of what must be hundreds of ponies singing along to the band. Sunset, despite the noise of her song, clearly hears Peachy, offering a smile and a wink in response. The song finishes almost too soon..god you loved that track ”Should we go up to the stage?” “She’ll find us, Don’t worry.” Peachy, despite the armour, stands at your side bouncing up and down “Peach, remember. No Jumping at ponies.” If she heard you, you can’t tell, With all the metal, especially the mail, her bouncing sounds like the most demented percussion solo possible. Even then, its drown out by at least half of the crowd singing along to the band. You open you mouth to say something before freezing. ”Hey Hun~” You turn to find Sunset standing behind you, a warm sparkle in her eyes as she looks at you, In one fluid movement, she steps forward and places a kiss on your cheek. Which you swiftly reciprocate before your wife turns and hefts your Daughter into the air,Sweet Celestia you forgot how strong her magic was. ”How is my little peach?” The squirming armoured filly can only manage to laugh as Sunset proceeds to tickle her in mid air

RedHoodie21

563812

Sunset Shimmer,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Mystery,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

If I was a Weapon

The Aftermath of an Aftermath, of a chance meeting that changed them both.

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<p>Sunset is waiting. For what? Who knows. Least of all her. Anything could happen. The bus could come, the rain could stop, Princess Twilight could show up- Wait what?</p>

teen

2024-08-22T01:53:12+00:00

2024-08-22T01:53:12+00:00

It was the second week of August when they met for the first time. June-hot days had just begun to fade into the sharpness of fall. The sun had lazed over the beginning of the month into a soggy second week. Drizzle and rain bracketed the week, squeezing every drop of water it could from August, forcing families to huddle closer indoors and dredge up funds for out-grown raincoats. It was the kind of morning where fog just barely skirts above dew kissed grass, coming in short waves that just reach above your ankles. It was the kind of morning where fathers, mothers, and parents of all kinds wake up in the still blue-black night for work, the soft fingers of morning just beginning to crack the rim of the sky. The bugs whistled and chripped. Hordes of cicadas sawed their fiddle feet together, fireflies danced from tree to tree, far away from any sticky kid fingers to capture them. Deep green chrysalises hung low on leaves, only shaken by an occasional breeze or sparrow diving in and out on invisible sounds. The beginnings of rain sprinkled down, hitting the tin bus roof with a tap, tap, tap. The overgrown vines that threaten to overtake the remaining free space silenced the rest of the megear downfall. Twisted, gnarled trees, blacked by age and rain, drooped down with pollen-green canopies that howled and clawed with children’s nightmares, boogeymen, werewolves, demons, and the like seemingly at every corner. Of course, Sunset had never believed in that, not even as a child. Especially now. For all anyone knew, she was the bump in the night to be afraid of. The bedtime story to frighten young ones back into bed after tip-toeing out for a glass of water. ‘Watch out or the Demon of Canterlot will get you!’ She could hear them say. If nothing else had achieved at least one of her goals, to forever be cemented into history. And cemented she had become. She stood under the bus stop, likely older than her by a few decades, armor still adorned, blood still wet from the rain. The lean-on stool had broken ages ago, forcing her to stand, spine straight, shoulders back, head held high despite the nagging headache. It was this or sit in the mud the stop was built on, and her pride hadn’t dwindled that much. The ticking and fhe tapping of the rain hitting helmet calmed her. It brought back memories of steaming hearths and visiting harvest festivals in her youth. She couldn’t recall the last time she had been to one. Watching the sparrows dig into the sporadic rotten wood, feathers just beginning to puff with donwy winter coats, there came a moment where Sunset couldn’t tell when they flew instead of fell. “This spot taken?” A voice called out from the rain. Cheery and upbeat despite the weather. Sunset squinted trying to make out a form in the morning dark, but couldn’t find the voice’s owner. “… No, feel free.” She gestured beside her, figuring the stranger would leave once they saw her. “Thanks.” Sunset nodded, going back to staring straight ahead into nothingness, waiting for the inevitable scream to ruin her quiet morning. But no such scream followed. A quick look to her side had her stiffen. The question to the non-scream both answered and replaced within milliseconds. Sunset tried to calm herself down. They were strangers. Passerby’s who just so happened to be sharing a quiet moment together. Something so mundane they would forget with time. A week, maybe two if they start a conversation. The stranger hadn’t told Sunset her name, but she knew it all the same. Anyone would be a fool to not know it, biggest of all her. Twilight Sparkle looked at her from the corner of her eyes, similar to how one would read a book over a shoulder, honeyed brown eyes flecked with yellow, like leaves on the surface of a pool. The petrichor rich air carried an invisible rumble that zapped through the moaning wind. So delicate and fragile that only those with weak knees and knotted fingers could feel it’s touch, a mundane magic that comes with age. Something that gives you pause on a june-hot day, spying the winter freckle of the moon before nodding to yourself, assured of rain. Twilight sharply turned to sneezed into her cotton clad elbow. Sunset automatically said “bless you", before suddenly looking stricken. Neither of them, blessedly, commented on it. “A quarter?” Twilight smiled up at her. “I’m… sorry?” Sunset arched an eyebrow back, dumbfounded. “A quarter, for your fare.” Shaking out a big fat shiny quarter from her sleeve, Twilight took Sunset’s hand without hesitation and pushed it into her palm. “I promised I would help you with anything didn’t I?” “I….” Sunset licked her lips nervously. Somehow she could feel the heat of Twilight's hand underneath her armor. “Thank you. Princess. That's very kind of you.” Sunset pushed their hands back. “But I won’t accept any more help than you’ve given.” “It’s just a quarter Sunset. Consider it on the Crown’s charge.” Twilight pushed their hands back, a challenge. “That really doesn’t help.” “Then consider it a favor from a friend.” That headache was getting worse, “Princess I’m not even sure a bus is coming.” “Then why are you here?” Silence. “Why are you here, Sunset?” Sunset did not respond. Instead, staring empty into the rain that had swallowed the forest whole. Twilight took the quarter back. For a moment that could have been minutes, or hours, or maybe as long as time itself, they stood together, watching the rain in silence. Their only knowledge of each other’s presence radiating off in body heat. Then, after heat death and subsequent rebirth of the universe, or perhaps only a few seconds, Twilight spoke up again. “What did She mean to you?” Her voice took a somber tone, befitting the weather. “I was Her…” Sword. Dagger. Both a fine tooth comb to precisely pick off political opponents and a warhammer plastered on every recruitment poster to drag unknowing children into a war none of them would ever live to see the end of. A monster. “Her student.” Beast. “I was Her student.” A street-mutt begging for scraps of conditional love. Even her name wasn’t her own. Instead it was a testament to Her kindness and charity rather than any passing affection for the new tool within Her arsenal. Twilight hummed as a reply. Watching the rain pitter patter against the mud puddles pooling outside of the overhang. “Do you know how long it will rain for?” The question tumbled out of her before she could even consider to stop it. Sunset damn near moved to cut off her tongue for its stupidity before Twilight spoke up. “Hm, I would say… at this rate?” Taking a hand, Twilight half-stepped forward and cupped a hand out into the rain, until a small pool collected in her palm. Once enough had been collected to her standards, she brought it up to her mouth and took a sip. “Definitely long rain,” she shook out her hand while speaking. “Going to be here all day long.” Sunset, curious, with a childlike intrigue, tried to quickly copy what Twilight had done before quickly spitting out the droplets she had caught. “I can’t believe you copied me!” Twilight exclaimed, barely containing her laughter. Sunset blushed so bright, she may as well have been mimicking the sun. “I didn't copy you!” “No you did- I- well…” Twilight stumbled over her words as they collided with Sunset’s. “I-“ Sunset half started and stopped, her mouth flapping open. “Well, not copy like you're a copycat, but…” Twilight looked up at Sunset, smiling gently. “I liked it.” “Why are you…” As if in slow motion, Sunset watched as Twilight lightly guided her hand outside the awning, just far enough that forced her to step forward a little. “Yeah you wanna like, cup your hand a little, let it flow in,” Twilight then took her hand and mimicked the same motion. “And see, you wanna go a bit further out ‘cause if you just do right outside you get the rain from the awning and that usually tastes pretty bad, you want the fresh rain.” Twilight spoke like an expert on the subject. Sunset concentrated like she did during her lessons, folding and cupping her hand in the same way as Twilight. “Yeah like that, like that!” Twilight nearly shouted with excitement, “thats right!” Sunset smiled, a small, but true smile as Twilight’s joy leaked onto her face. “And then you pull it back in,” Sunset did as she was told, holding the small silver pool of rainwater in her hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “Now give it a sip.” She did. It was cold, bitingly cold, as if it had come fresh from a spring and simply sprouted into her hand. It was like magic, simple as that. “Kinda warm right?” Twilight smiled, giggling. Sunset nodded, the warmth she felt not at all coming from the rain.

Wr1tingN3rd

563814

Rainbow Dash,Dark,Horror,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Violence

Nightmare

The nightmare never ends...

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<p>Consumed by a never ending nightmare...</p><hr/><p>Inspired by the new <a href="https://store.steampowered.com/app/2948730/THE_JOY_OF_CREATION/" rel="nofollow">TJOC: Ignited Collection Demo</a>.</p><p>My second attempt at a one-shot and my first attempt at a genuine just <i>horror</i> vibe kind of story. Not so sure how to feel about it.</p><br/><br/><br/><p><i>Cover art from a frame in the Chica Teaser Trailer for TJOC:IC.</i></p>

mature

2024-08-22T04:09:52+00:00

2024-08-22T05:01:32+00:00

Nothing. Empty... ... Suddenly, a void. A dark space. No light goes in and none comes out. No definition of up or down. It expands. Outwards, in every direction. Endless. Repeating. Eternal. Something lurking. Beyond the border, beyond what is possible. It growls. It comes closer. Steps lurk in the distance. Tiny splashes of a thick, unknown liquid. Then it stops. It bears its teeth. You listen. Silence. Then a drop. It falls from its mouth into the endless void. Dripping more of the thick, dark substance. Your heartbeat quickens. Then, all of a sudden, the noise stops. And you are left in the void. Thoughts fly through and out your head. Never acknowledging. Never knowing. The void, this empty space, somehow thickens like a fog. You find it hard to breath. Then, small, little eyes peer at you through the dark. You try to move your legs, but they're unresponsive. You look down, but they're not there. Looking up, something seems off. The eyes are closer. Your breath quickens. Your heartbeat thunders in your chest. It comes closer. Looming over you. It reaches out a dark, slimy hand. It reaches over your face until... A gasp filled the room. A pegasus bolted out of her bed, body sweating. She stared intensively at her hooves, still blue like the sky. Then she got up and looked in the mirror. Her mane was a prismatic color and she had deep magenta eyes, plagued by sags of darker fur underneath them. Quickly, she left the confinements of her soft cloud bed and made her way into the hall. It was dark. For a moment, she could've swore she heard someone else breathing... Flicking on the lights, she headed towards the front of her house with her kitchen and living room. It was comfy, casual. You could lay on it and pass out in five minutes. Frantically, she checked outside her windows, careful to not let anyone else that might be around know she's awake. She swallowed her spit. "H-heh... See? You're paranoid. Go back to sleep..." she spoke to no one. She fretfully pawed at her doorhandle, pushing against it, though nothing happened. "G-good..." She slowly turned herself around and walked sluggishly back to her bedroom, twitching occasionally and glancing behind her. "I-I'm fine... Y-you're fine!" she seemingly yelled at herself, stomping a hoof. "S-sleep. Y-you need.. s-sleep..." As she walked, she fidgeted with her hooves before finally making it back to her bedroom door. Staring at the handle, she whimpered. Then, all of a sudden, a loud hum resonated through the house, coming from her home microwave. She flinched away from the door and shrunk to the floor slightly, eyeing the hallway to the kitchen. "N-no, no no n-no," she muttered to herself. She focused her gaze back to the door. "N-not tonight! I'm not going over there!" She shoved her bedroom door open and stepped forwards, her hoof landing on... nothing? She shrieked as her body started falling away from the doorframe and into a deep, dark void. It was greeting her. Welcoming her. "I'm not going back there!" she shouted, pulling herself back through the doorframe and slamming it shut. She backed away, slumping against the hallway wall before crying softly to herself. "W-why..?" she whispered to herself, rocking her body back and forth. The microwave beeped, signaling it was done. She turned herself away from the hall, trying to hide within her own body, covering it with her wings. "N-no! I'm n-not going there!" she shouted, closing her eyes. The microwave beeped once more, signaling again that it was, indeed, done. "No! I said no!" she shouted again, her voice going raw. A loud bang sounded against the door, shaking it in its frame, causing dust to fall. "Okay, okay! I'm going! I'm g-going..." she cried. She scrambled her way towards the microwave, stepping foot into the kitchen and staring at the door. Gulping, she took in a breath of air and held her breath, reaching her hoof forwards to open it. Inside laid a tiny note. It begins. The note evaporated into dust as her mind finished processing what was read. When she turned around, she noticed that outside the windows were complete and utter darkness. A thick black substance covered them, squelching as it rolled down the window, a seemingly endless supply. "Oh, no." A knock sounded at the front door. Her blood ran cold as a previous memory flashed through her mind. She dashed away from the front door, immediately locking herself behind a bathroom door, but not locking it. No, that would make it too obvious. She then hid herself underneath the sink cabinet, holding her breath. A strange, gurgle sounded voice came from behind the front door. "Hide and seek," it spoke. And a second later, the front door burst off of its hinges and squelching steps set foot into the house. Her heartbeat quickened as she heard the thing crawl through the house, slamming open doors as it searched. Until, eventually, the bathroom door burst open. A shallow, raspy breath came from the beast. She heard the shower curtains shoved aside as it peered into the tub. She covered her mouth with her hooves and did not dare to let even the smallest breath escape. Slowly, its steps left the room. Then, when she could no longer hear the thing, she crawled out from under the cabinet and stepped back into the hall. She saw the thick, slimy trail run from the front door and survey through the house, flowing into each of the rooms. Examining it still, she also noticed the trail go into the bathroom and out again, and as she kept following the path with her eyes, her eyes widened as she realized something. The trail never left the house. Suddenly, her back right hoof was grabbed by a thick slime and she was pulled backwards, into the beasts grip. She shouted as she tried to hit the thing off of her, thrashing as hard as she could to get away, but to no avail. The beast merely stared with its lifeless white eyes as more substance stretched out from its dark, nearly invisible body and around her face and forelegs. She screamed in pain as the tendrils tightened around her body, crushing her skull as the thing started to stretch her body apart. Her vision turned red as her eyeballs popped out of their socket and her jaw dislocated as her lower abdomen started to rip, leaking blood everywhere. And then, with one clean motion, she was ripped completely in half, the struggles against the creature stopping instantly. Her intestines dangled from her lower half as her stomach acid leaked down her upper body. Then, her body was dropped to the floor to pile up blood as her body began to rot and deteriorate. She inhaled heavily as she sat up again, touching her lower body and face, making sure that everything was still intact. She was fine. Her legs were slightly submerged in the same dark substance clouding her windows and she looked around. She was back. Again. In the void. She could've sworn she heard whispers in the shadows. Then, the ground started to shake and a doorway emerged from the slime, slowly showing its presence directly in front of the pegasus. She recognized it. It was her bedroom door. Slowly, she stood, approaching the door and examining it. The slime dripped down the frame and doorhandle. It was in rough shape, too. Reluctantly, she opened the door and stepped inside. It was her bedroom. That was expected, but something was off. Outside, it was lifeless, the same substance covering the windows, still. Her Wonderbolts posters had began leaking the sticky substance from the eyes and mouths. However, her bed was perfectly unscathed. Her sheets were neatly tucked, the pillows were nice and plush; everything was perfect. And just like the darkness before, sleep invited her. Unwillingly, her eyes began to droop and she dropped to the floor. She gasped as she awoke for the third time, though this time, it was normal. Sunlight beamed through her windows. Birds were chirping. And when she walked into her hall, her front door was not damaged. There was no blood on the floor. She shuddered as she remembered... But other than that? Completely fine. "Hah," she chuckled to herself. "Hahahah!" She continued to laugh, almost maniacally until her laughter died down. With a lifeless look in her eyes and a soulless smile, she left her house to complete her work for the day, dreading the night that would come.

OliverSparkle

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Main 6,Original Character,Sunny Starscout,Sunset Shimmer,Young Six,Alternate Universe,Crossover,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Cinematic Adventures: Madame Web

The mane eight, Spike, Sunburst, Capper, Oliver, the young seven and Cosmos begin their new adventure in the world of cinema with Madame Web.

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<p>When everything seems normal in Equestria, a strange cinema appears near Twilight’s castle making our heroes begin their new adventure, in the world of cinema.</p><p>Their first adventure begins with helping a girl, who can see the future, protect three girls from a man that wants to kill them as he knows what they’ll become in their future.</p>

everyone

2024-08-22T07:49:26+00:00

2024-08-22T07:49:25+00:00

It was a beautiful day in Equestria, and it’s been nearly three years since the nightmare incident with Ardyn Izunia and things were finally going just fine. Cold Wind and the three villains were still locked away in the badlands, but still alive as death wasn’t a good punishment for them. Celestia and Luna made sure they were given three meals and plenty of water every single day. Enough for them to keep on living while also facing their crimes. As for our favourite ponies and creatures, they were doing just fine, especially for Lightning Twister. With his father finally gone, he wasn’t worried about him returning at all, not even a little. His life has gotten so much better now. And since Cosmos is his new auntie now, she’s been spending more time bonding together and having so much fun. It was like their little tea get together, only without the tea. As time passed, technology has slowly been invented. Each pony and creature had their own little phone to send messages and call one another. Twilight was now given the title as the third princess of Canterlot, but she still lives in her castle in Ponyville as well as Headmare of the School of Friendship with Starlight as Vice Headmare and Sunburst as the new guidance counsellor. Celestia and Luna have announced that they refused to retire as the princesses of Equestria, but they both know they will have to retire soon and give Twilight the throne as she was more worthy to protect Canterlot and Equestria. All seems to be going well. However, just near Twilight’s castle, a big colourful rainbow building appeared. It had two doors on each side with a big board on top saying “cinema”, and on top was a tall long glass building. This new cinema building is the beginning of a new adventure. One peaceful morning, Twilight organised a little get together with her friends, son, students and two nephews as they all sat at two different tables near their favourite cafe. The mane 8, Spike, Sunburst, Oliver and Capper sat at one table while the young seven sat the other table that was near to the table the adults are sitting at. Rainbow sighed happily before saying, “This is the life. No worries, no bad things happening, and no villains trying to rule Equestria or take revenge on us. Not even an evil changeling queen in sight.” “Something I can totally agree on, darling,” said Rarity while cleaning her sunglasses and placing them back on her eyes. “I still can’t believe it’s been nearly three moons without nothing bad happening,” said Twilight happily, “I mean, we had no villains returning, no new villains, no friendship problems and no arguments. I think we did a pretty good job helping Equestria and making it a better place with friendship. We might as well give up our element roles and start getting new jobs to help others.” That joke made her, Spike and the others laugh. “And Lightning’s doing a lot better too,” said Fluttershy, “He had no more nightmares, hasn’t said anything about his father returning or even got worried about becoming The Storm Pony. He’s been more happier than ever.” The adults turned to the table where the young seven were and smiled as they saw them chatting and laughing together. It made them so happy that they’re still friends and getting along just fine. “And he’s doing so well on his grades too,” said Twilight, “Seriously, he’s gotten so many As on his exams. Look.” She showed Fluttershy all the exam papers Lightning has done with an A coloured in red. Some have an A+ on. Fluttershy was amazed by this. “I’m impressed.” “Our son deserves a special treat when we get home,” said Capper proudly with Fluttershy nodding her head in agreement. “Though, I still can’t help but think something bad is gonna happen sooner or later,” said Applejack, “Don’t you ever get worried that something bad is gonna happen, Twi?” “Not really. I mean, even though I would overreact to something and say a bunch of stuff like, “What if Sombra returns and takes over both Canterlot and the Crystal Empire?! What if somepony foalnaps Lightning and it won’t be his father this time?! What if Celestia takes away my princess title, wings and castle all because we haven’t solved anymore friendship problems or stopped an evil threat in a long time?!”, but I think it’s safe to say we shouldn’t about a thing. Plus, I did say I’ve changed and haven’t let my worries get to me in a very long.” “That’s true,” said Applejack. “Maybe you’ve just been harvesting apples in the sun for too long. You could use a relaxation,” suggested Rainbow, “Hey Rarity, when are we going to do a spa day together again?” “I’m glad you asked, Rainbow,” said Rarity happily, “I’ve booked us all to go to the spa tomorrow afternoon. I’ve also booked Lightning and his friends to join us too, if that’s all right with you, Fluttershy.” “Of course it’s all right with me,” answered Fluttershy while smiling, “I’m sure Lightning will enjoy having a spa day with us all.” Lightning doesn’t normally do spa days with his mother, father and all his aunts and uncle, he usually goes there with just his mother and Auntie Rarity. So this will be the first time going there with all the ponies and creatures that love him and consider him as part of their family. “Yep,” sighed Sunset happily, “Nothing can ruin this moment. Not in a million moons.” Just then, a flash of light appeared and disappeared to reveal Cosmos appearing. Lightning saw her and got off his seat before running up to her. “Auntie Cosmos!” Cosmos smiled at her nephew as she gently picked him up and held him in her arm. “Hello, kiddo. Surprised to see me?” She chuckled. “Hello, Cosmos,” said Twilight politely, “What brings you here?” “Would you like to join us for our special get together day?” Pinkie asked. “Oh I would love to, but that’s not the reason why I’m here.” “Huh? Then what’s the reason you’re here?” Pinkie asked in confusion. “I really hope it’s nothing bad, cuz I was just getting used to not dealing with bad things happen,” said Rainbow in annoyance as she crossed her hooves. “No, nothing bad is happening,” said Cosmos, “It’s something more, how do I put it? Confusing.” “Confusing? How confusing?” Sunburst asked. “Follow me.” Everyone got off their seats and followed Cosmos. “Sometimes, I hate it when one of us says nothing can ruin this moment,” said Sunset in annoyance, “Because stuff often finds a way to ruin moments like this.” Cosmos took them to Twilight’s castle, and they saw that she was right. They saw a cinema building next to the castle, and it was very confusing, because Twilight never said anything about putting a cinema building next to her castle. “Huh? Where did this come from?” Twilight asked, “I don’t remember planning on putting a cinema near the castle and school.” “Maybe you just forgot about it while also planning a get together day,” said Pinkie. “No, Pinkie, Twilight’s telling the truth,” said Applejack, “She never said anything about wanting a cinema next to her castle, even without talking to us about it first. And I know she ain’t a liar.” “Like the way you thought of her when she warned us that “Cadence” was evil during the rehearsal?” Rainbow asked while grinning at the farm pony as she slowly turned her head round to show Rainbow her glare expression. “I thought we agreed to move on from that night incident,” she said through clenched teeth. “What do you think is inside?” Oliver asked. “A food stand, a ticket stand, rooms with projectors and tapes, and a bunch of rooms with lots of chairs and big screens like every cinema has, silly,” said Pinkie. “I know that, but this cinema looks a little different than the other cinemas we’ve seen. I mean, it just showed up here and none of us know how it got here, what or who did it.” “He’s right, darling,” said Rarity, “And none of us have anything to do it.” “Yeah, well, it better not be Discord either,” said Smolder crossly. “This doesn’t feel like a Discord thing,” said Sandbar while putting his hoof on his chin and then placing his hoof back down while saying, “He’s more of a “creating dumb tests for Headmare Twilight and Professor Oliver” than what this is.” “And try to rid of poor Lightning Twister,” added Yona. “That, too.” “Sandbar does have a point there,” said Twilight, “Even I don’t know who could have brought this here. But whoever or whatever brought it here, we better go inside and see what’s there.” “What?! Go in there?!” Rarity asked in shock. “Yeah, besides, I don’t see what’s so wrong or evil on this building,” said Twilight, “I mean, sure, it appeared from nowhere, but I don’t see no harm on checking what’s inside. There’s no signs of anything bad gonna happen to us while looking around.” The girls were a little shocked but have a big amazed looks on their faces after hearing Twilight say that. Normally she would reject the idea of looking inside strange buildings that they’ve never been to before and could be something dangerous inside, but this time, she actually said that they should check out the inside of the strange cinema without even worrying about a thing. Rainbow was more amazed than the other girls as she crossed her hooves and said in an impress tone, “When did you start not worrying about these kinds of things?” “After the many old and new places we’ve been to without anything happening to us, I’ve stopped worrying that we may get hurt, attacked or anything worst than that,” answered Twilight, “Plus I have friends and a family to help get over my fear of something happening when going into buildings like this one. So how about this? Let’s go into the cinema, take a look round, and if we see anything that doesn’t seem right, we’ll walk out and not go back in until we figure out what we might be dealing with.” Rainbow was still amazed by this, but agreed to the idea Twilight suggested as she then said, “All right, Twilight.” “All right, you heard the princess,” said Applejack, “Everyone, into the cinema!” With nothing else to say, everyone walked into the cinema as Twilight used her magic to open the two middle doors. Once they were all inside, Twilight flew inside with the doors closing behind her. Inside was a large main room with dark blue walls, a food and drink stand with a popcorn maker, ticket stand, empty movie poster frames on the walls and the carpet floor was lightish dark blue with dark red diamond shaped square patterns which are all up, down and across each other. The mane eight, Spike, Capper, Sunburst, Oliver, the young seven and Cosmos gazed upon the first inside bit of the cinema. They’ve never seen an inside cinema room quite like this. Especially since it only just appeared and hasn’t been used yet. “Wow,” said Gallus, “Popcorn, apple juice, empty poster frames. What kind of cinema is this?” “I have no idea, Gallus,” said Ocellus, “But this is some cinema all right.” “And look! There’s popcorn already made!” Rainbow said excitedly while pointing at the popcorn maker, “Let’s try some!” She was about to flew over to the maker, but was quickly stopped by Applejack pulling her tail with her mouth. She let go before saying, “Now hold on there, partner. We shouldn’t just go ahead and try something that has already been made. There’s no telling if it’s okay to eat or not.” Pinkie leaned near Twilight with puppy eyes and said in a sweet tone, “Oh Twilight, may I taste them to see?” She blinked her eyes quickly. Twilight smiled at her pink friend and said, “Already read my mind, Pinkie. Go right ahead.” Pinkie squealed in excitement before dashing towards the popcorn maker. She pushes the small red button on the maker and out comes the one simple popcorn on the mini slide as Pinkie takes the popcorn, throws it into her mouth and starts chewing on it. Her mane and tail deflated after a few chews, but then went back to normal as Pinkie’s eyes began to burst like fireworks before screaming in excitement. “This is the best popcorn EVER! You guys really need to try this! It’s great stuff!” Pinkie pushes the red button and holds it, like an emergency stop button, as lots of popcorn came bursting out of the maker and lands everywhere, making the entire room covered in a mountain of popcorn while burying Pinkie and the others inside. Twilight was the first one to burst out as she was chewing on some of the popcorn while having the happiest smile on her face. She had never tasted popcorn like this before. “Wow! This is the best popcorn ever! You’re so right, Pinkie! It’s so yummy!” Pinkie bursted out from the big popcorn pile and said, “I know, right?!” Twilight and Pinkie began eating more popcorn as the others bursted out with happy smiles on their faces from the taste of the popcorn with Smolder saying, “Yeah! Now that’s safe popcorn!” She began eating some more. While eating some popcorn, Lightning made a tiny ball out of popcorn and cheekily looked at his mother while saying, “Hey Momma! Heads up!” He threw the popcorn at Fluttershy as it broke into pieces. Fluttershy felt the popcorn ball before looking at her son with playfully grin on her face while saying, “Oh you cheeky little pony. Okay, if that’s the way you wanna play it.” Fluttershy flew towards Lightning and landed on him, making a few popcorn fly everywhere and on them, as she started tickling her son making her laugh uncontrollable. “How do you like them popcorn now?” She said jokingly while still tickling her colt. “Stop!” Lightning said while laughing, “That tickles!” Everyone began to laugh as they saw Fluttershy tickling Lightning. All seems to be okay, until they heard Pinkie calling out from the distance of the cinema. “Hey, check this out! There’s only one theatre room with one projector!” Everyone didn’t realised that Pinkie had went off on her own while they were enjoying the popcorn, and her voice was coming from the far end of the cinema, right behind the ticket stand. “Okay, you know what? I think we should all stick together in case one of us takes a wrong turn around,” said Twilight. “Yeah, I think so, too,” agreed Rainbow. Everyone walked into the room Pinkie was now in, with Lightning riding on Silverstream’s back, as they saw the room had a big wide screen with over a hundred than fifty chairs in a row and a projector behind the row of chairs at the top of the room. Pinkie was standing right next to the projector as she was already there before the others did. “Huh. So there really is one theatre room in this place,” said Sunset. “Yep, and one projector as I mentioned,” added Pinkie. “Okay. So a cinema appears out of nowhere, popcorn tastes just fine and not even harmful, and only one theatre room with one projector remains in this building. What is going on here?” Capper asked. “I do not know for sure,” said Twilight, “But even though nothing seems harmful around here, I think it’s best we don’t turn on that projector.” “Twilight’s right,” said Cosmos, “I may not know much about cinemas or weird ones appearing, but if there’s only projector here, there’s no telling what it might do.” “What do you mean by that?” Silverstream asked. “Well, since that’s the only projector here, it could mean that this cinema is a cinema that can either send us to a film that will appear on the big screen or it could cause some films to rapidly appear in Equestria without even knowing where they are, how they got here or know nothing of what we have and can do that they don’t have and can’t do.” “Make sense to me,” said Gallus. “Well, since we’re all here and this cinema only just opened for us, let’s see if this projector does do any of those things before sending everypony here,” said Pinkie before reaching a hoof to the lever of the projector. The others all quickly told Pinkie not to touch the projector or anything on it, which did made her stop before she could even start it. “Pinkie, stop! Don’t! This is serious!” Rainbow said. “I just wanted to see if it works,” said Pinkie while turning to her friends and nephew. “Twilight just said not to touch it,” said Applejack, “And you heard what Cosmos said. We don’t know what that one projector could do.” “Right. It could send us into a film where we may not be able to return here, it could send dangerous characters that we can’t even defeat, it could…” Twilight was interrupted by Pinkie saying, “It could send us to a film that could be fun and safe for us.” She then grabs hold of the lever. “No, Pinkie!” Twilight said worriedly. But it was too late. The pink pony had pulled the lever down as it turned on the projector. “Pinkie!” Rainbow said crossly. The projector shone a bright light on the big screen before turning into a portal which was like a black and white line going around in a circle to hypnotise somepony only in dark green. The group started to feel worried as to was going to happen next. “That’s so doesn’t look good,” said Spike worriedly as he hugged Twilight’s hoof. “Nope, it doesn’t,” said Twilight while gently rubbing her baby dragon’s head. “Ummm…Momma?” Lightning said in fear. Fluttershy looked at Lightning and screamed in fear as she saw green ashes coming off of Lightning’s hooves and into the screen. “Lightning, what’s happening to you?!” She screamed again as she saw the thing happening to her. “What’s happening to me?!” “And what is happening to us?” Ocellus asked in fear since it was also happening to her as well as the others, including Cosmos. Their bodies all went into pieces of ashes while flowing into the big screen as they all screamed in fear with Pinkie saying, “But we haven’t chosen what film we wanted on!” All the ashes flew into the big screen altogether before the portal disappeared from the screen, trapping them all in the movie that was about to go on and the one they are all now trapped in.