Hey guys. Back again.

Do I think this challenge was a really good idea? In hindsight, no not really. But one thing I don’t do is quit. At least, we’ll see if I can continue this. The last chapter hit me rather hard.

Alright, chapter 2. Twilight’s chapter to be exact. Twilight isn’t my favorite but she is, in the fact that she’s mostly like me. Bookworm, socially inept. Fluttershy fits me because I can by shy as all hell. But either way, this is going to be very painful for me.

Everyone, 120 Days of Blueblood, chapter 2

        twow: If I plug the cord over here...

        Pinkie: (from TV) Hey T! Whatcha doing?

        twow: I’m creating a TV that fits on your wrist.

        Pinkie: Really?

twow: Yeah. I’m trying to set it up so that it’ll pick up cable from anywhere in the world.

        Pinkie: And I could call you on it!

        twow: Well, I could turn it into a phone...

        Blueblood: (from TV) I’ll take two.

        twow: It’s not done and hell if I’m giving you anything.

        Blueblood: Then I’ll just take them.

twow: Half the things in here can and will tear you to shreds. And I know how to use them.

        Blueblood: I suppose.

        twow: What do you want Blueblood?

        Blueblood: Why, it’s time for the next phase of your punishment, human.

        twow: Wonderful. Who is it this time?

        (The lab doors open to reveal Twilight, shutting behind her.)

        twow: Oh...oh no.

        Twilight: twow? What are you doing? And is that the PRINCE?!

        Blueblood: Welcome.

        twow: NOW you stop being an ass...

Blueblood: You’re friend is in here because he spoke ill of me during one of your riffs. And it’s fitting that you are the next to share in his pain.

        twow: He’s forcing me to go though this story called “120 Days of Blueblood.”

        Twilight: What level of bad is this?

        twow: Wanna read about him raping you?

        Twilight: ...

        twow: There ya go.

        Blueblood: Enough chatting. twow, the next chapter begins now!

        Twilight: Wait, is this your punishment?!

twow: Long story short, he’s trying to get me to quit so that I’ll get kicked out of Equestria.

Twilight: I’ll do my best to help.

twow: And that’s why we’re great friends.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

“It has often been said that power corrupts. But it is perhaps equally important to realize that weakness, too, corrupts. Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrupts the many."

— Eric Hoffer

twow: Being weak is pretty corrupting. The other day I got my ass kicked. Felt powerful.

Being a prince isn't all mindless frivolities.

        twow: So raping Rarity’s family NEEDED to take place?

        Twilight: New bill got drafted.

 On occasion I am called upon to rectify matters of grave importance. One such case was that of aunt Celestia's mad monk.

        Twilight: The princess has monks?

        twow: The Celestia Baptist Church.

Before she became a heretic who spouted forth the most unholy of blasphemies, she was a faithful scholar of the princess. The monk in question was a purple unicorn mare who had pink streaks in her otherwise purple mane.

        Twilight: Oh crap. That’s me, isn’t it?

        twow: I fail to see how I suffer when it’s you all that Blueblood’s tormenting.

 The scholar had lived in the castle from a young age, receiving tutelage from princess Celestia herself. Adept at the art of magic, the unicorn spent her time transcribing the words of Celestia as holy scripture. She worshiped the princess with as much fervor as anypony I had ever seen.

        twow: Well, he’s got you there.

        Twilight: ...

Not content to stick to her task of writing, the unicorn began to study the sciences. She probed the heavens with her telescope in an attempt to better understand the world around her.

        twow: “Sadly, she forgot to use a condom.”

        Twilight: “Never before were the heavens so violated.”

Too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing, especially for a mare. The monk's studies led her to conclude that the princesses were not responsible for raising the sun and the moon.

        twow and Twilight: Wait, WHAT?

 She claimed that our planet merely revolved around the sun; and that the sun was the center of the universe.

        twow: No, that’s how it works on EARTH. This is EQUESTRIA.

        Twilight: I was there during the Summer Sun Celebration! I saw her raise the sun!

The unicorn's new learning resulted in her becoming disillusioned with the teachings of the princesses. She felt betrayed by them and began to resent her position within the kingdom. When the mare's 'madness' had fully consumed her, the unicorn made it her mission to share what she had learned with the citizens of Canterlot.

        twow: It’s not madness if it’s fact.

        Twilight: Wouldn’t I have gone to the princesses first?

She stood in the town square and shouted her heresy to anypony who would listen.

        Twilight: “Here ye! Here ye!”

        twow: “Our planet is all sorts of fucked up!”

 Ponies ran from her, as though her very words were the sound of a leper's bell. Citizens are wise enough to not be caught associating with anypony who dares to speak out against the royal family.

        twow: Well, the Bill of Rights isn’t in effect here.

The mare continued to blaspheme the princesses, saying they should not be worshiped as gods, for their words were false. Her ravings soon caught the attention of the royal guards, who detained her and placed her in the dungeon.

        Twilight: How long did it take?

        twow: THREE DAYS!

In actuality, I knew that the mare was not mad, just too smart for her own good. In spite of her cleverness, she could not be allowed to sow the seeds of dissent throughout the kingdom. My aunt's were busy with their royal duties, which meant it fell upon me to extract a recantment from this heretic.

        twow: I’m quite sure that Celestia would want to deal with her own student.

As I descended the cold and slimy steps which led to the dungeons, my nose wrinkled at the smell of mold and decaying flesh. When the prisoners heard my footsteps approaching, the ponies who still possessed their tongues screamed in ragged breaths for me to kill them and end their suffering.

        Twilight: STILL POSSESSED?!

        twow: Tongue fetish. Calling it now.

 The other prisoners made garbled moans; begging for death in their own special way. I walked briskly passed them, as I had more pressing matters to deal with.

        twow: “The last color in the rainbow shall be mine!”

        Twilight: “The violet is calling me.”

In an isolated part of the dungeon stood the scholar. She looked a sight. Her mane was unkempt and dirty. She teetered drunkenly, as the braces on her hooves had forced her to remain in a standing position all night. Her eyes were unfocused, due to a lack of sleep and enduring intense pain.

        twow: You ready for this Twi?

        Twilight: As ready as I’m gonna be.

A bloody gauze covered the stump of her formerly majestic horn. It had been removed so that her magic could never again be used to perpetuate her heresies.

        twow: Hmm. At least you won’t be horny anymore. (brutally smacked by Twilight)

Once she heard my approach, the mare tried to focus her gaze on me. Blood from her horn wound trickled down her face, stinging her eyes. She took raspy, shallow breaths through her open mouth.

        twow: So rude.

Twilight: I know. Everypony knows that you need to close your mouth when you breathe.

Prior to my visit she had met with high-ranking members of the clergy. It was common practice for ponies of the cloth to pour boiling water down the throats of heretics, as a means of cleansing their soul of impurities.

        twow: That’ll take care of that sore throat.

        Twilight: I kinda enjoyed the cough drop method.

 As a result of this treatment, her lips and mouth were now covered in burns and blisters.

        twow: There isn’t enough ChapStick in the world...

As I approached her sweat-covered body, I could feel my stallionhood beginning to stir. Even when she was just a quiet student of Celestia's, I had engaged in lustful thoughts towards her.

        Twilight: And I feel violated.

        twow: Already?

        Twilight: This gets WORSE?

On several occasions I had fantasized about taking the monk and ravaging her while atop the calligraphy desk. Her quill ink would stain her coat as my semen stained her insides.

        twow: That answer your question?

        Twilight: I hate this.

Considering my wanton desires towards her, it was quite fortuitous that I would be the one to inflict this new torture on the nonbeliever.

        twow: New torture is the best torture.

        Twilight: You have problems.

        twow: That what they told me when I started this riffing career.

I asked the scholar if she would recant her testimony. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at me. The mare slowly shook her head, as she cried. The purple unicorn strained to speak with her burned throat, as she managed to croak out a response of 'no.'

        Twilight: That sounds like me alright.

        twow: Stubborn to the end. I love it.

I contemplated what a blow job would feel like rubbing against her blistered mouth. In the end, I decided against it, as I felt she might attempt to take my member with her as a final act of defiance.

        twow: I’m surprised you didn’t rip her teeth out.

        Twilight: TWOW!

 I reasoned that I would have to find another set of lips on the mare that were less prone to violence.

        twow: “How low can you go?”

        Twilight: And now you decide to sing.

I asked the unicorn why she had rejected the words of the princesses and strayed from the path of perfection to become a whore for Discord. She responded by saying that her loyalty was to the truth. A truth which the princesses kept hidden from their subjects.

        Twilight: Why DID they hide that anyway?

        twow: Good point. From the beginning they could have just told everypony the truth.

        Twilight: And I doubt Blueblood will give us a straight answer.

        twow: He’ll monologue about it while he’s fucking you. (smacked by Twilight)

I accused her of spreading chaos and disharmony with her blasphemies. The monk stared at me as I smiled condescendingly at her. She tried to clear her throat and ended up wheezing because of the pain.

        Twilight: I’m surprised I still HAVE a throat.

        twow: Sure you won’t be able to eat or drink without agonizing pain, but it’s there.

Once the unicorn had regained her composure, she dared to ask me if I believed my aunts really did control the sun and the moon. I leaned in close and told her that ponies all over Equestria needed to believe in the princesses as gods.

twow: Which, if the princesses had been honest about before, WOULDN’T BE LIKE THAT!

        Twilight: This makes no sense!

 I said to the purple pony that faith was a strong thing to live one's life by. The scholar said that I had failed to answer her question. She wanted to know if I lived my life by faith. I smiled and said that I didn't need faith, for I had something stronger to help guide my actions...power.

        Twilight: The power to be terribly out of context!

        twow: The power of the reason! (smacked by the TWE) What?!

Glancing over at a wall of torture devices, my eyes rested on three phallic-shaped contraptions. I levitated the smallest one over, which was still an uncomfortable five inches long. I informed the scholar that this device was known as the pear of anguish.

        twow: Is it better than the apple of immodestly?

        Twilight: What about the banana of innuendo?

        twow: I kinda like the cucumber of misunderstanding.

        Twilight: But nothing can beat the carrot of raunchiness.

The instrument consisted of four leaves that slowly separated from each other as the screw at the top was turned. There was a small spike at the tip of its phallic shape that split into four segments as the leaves of the device were opened.

        twow: THAT’s where my apple peeler went!

I informed the monk that the anal pear was typically reserved for dealing with colt cuddlers, but in her case, I was willing to make an exception.

        Twilight: “This is for fondling fillies!”

        twow: Don’t you start with the alliteration Twi.

The unicorn was too exhausted to struggle as I approached her face. I slid the metal instrument into her blistered mouth and rubbed it in and out to make it wet enough for insertion. Once the device was prepped, I moved around to her hindquarters.

        twow: Back is best.

        Twilight: Stop the story.

        twow: Are you sure? Because we could-

        Twilight: STOP IT NOW!!

        twow: Okay! Breaks are good!

        twow: Damn Twilight. Are you okay?

        Twilight: I know what’s going to happen. I’m just trying to prepare.

        twow: It’s okay if you break down. That’s why I’m here.

        Twilight: But I don’t want to do that. I need to stay strong for you.

        twow: Me?

        Twilight: This is your trial twow. I can’t afford to be selfish and distract from that.

        twow: Twilight Sparkle!

        Twilight: What?

twow: (hugs Twilight) That’s so kind of you, but please. Don’t worry about it! I’ve tackled worse.

        Twilight: Really?

        twow: Granted, Fallen was there, but yeah...        

        Twilight: Look twow. I believe in you, okay?

        twow: And I believe in YOU. So don’t hold your emotions in for me, okay?

        Twilight: Really?

        twow: Duh. If I break, you’ll help me and vica versa, right?

        Twilight: Of course!

        twow: Then we have nothing to worry about.

        Twilight: (hugs twow) Thanks.

        twow: You bet. Now we have a fucked up rape scene to get though.

        Twilight: As best as we can.

        *BUZZ*

        twow and Twilight: We’ve got story sign!

I informed the scholar that this was her last chance to recant her testimony. She responded by saying that I go and fornicate myself.

        Twilight: With a rusty sawblade.

        twow: Great. Now I’m gonna get sued by Fallen.

I chuckled as I inserted the pear into her tight anal cavity. Her injured throat became torn as the pain in her ass forced her to let out a hoarse scream. When the device was inserted the full five inches, I pulled it out partially. Blood trickled from her hole as the the tiny spike had already gone to work scraping up her rectum's insides.

        Twilight: (wince)

        twow: I...don’t have a joke for that one.

When the mare became a monk, she took a vow of celibacy. Today, I intended to break that vow, along with her hymen, ass and will.

        twow: Don’t forget her mind.

        Twilight: Or heart.

        twow: Or spleen.

Her pussy was painfully dry as my hot stallionhood approached it.

        twow: “Damn it! I used too much IcyHot again!”

 To distract her from the impending loss of her virginity, I reinserted the anal pear completely. The unicorn screamed again as a mixture of blood and drool fell from her perpetually-open mouth.

        twow: That’s gonna be a hell of a fruit salad. (smacked by Twilight)

I pressed my swollen bulb against her tender flesh. I played up the pomp and ceremony by telling her that she was a whore of Discord and had sinned against her god. As prince, it was my duty to purge the kingdom of evil.

        Twilight: If he caught me before I did any real damage, then how did I cause chaos?

        twow: Learning.

The mare's mouth was too badly burned to utter a reply. It would be difficult for her to make any confessions now, as her recent screaming had internally lacerated her burned throat.

        Twilight: At least he didn’t use whips.

        twow: Kinky (shot by Twilight)

I shouted that my actions were for the glory of Luna, Celestia and Equestria as I slammed my member inside her virgin marehood with one swift thrust. Blood poured from her vagina as her hymen tore to accommodate my girth.

        twow: Must...resist...dick size...joke.

 At the feeling of being filled for the first time, the scholar could only respond by to coughing up fresh blood from her wounded throat.

        Twilight: “I didn’t know my inside was so small.”

        twow: DAAAAMN. (hi-fives Twilight)

I stood motionless inside her for a moment. My cock simply reveled in the gentle carcasses of her warm folds of flesh. I told the scholar that if her upper lips were as cooperative as her lower lips, she would've recanted her heresies the instant they left her filthy mouth.

        twow: “I knew I should have stayed home today.”

        Twilight: “Why did I eat my mouthwash and drink the toothpaste?”

I could feel the screw of her anal pear pressing against my stomach. Using my magic, I twisted the screw once to separate and expand the four leaves inside her.

        twow: You need plenty of sunlight for that.

        Twilight: And water. Not blood, water.

She cried and shook her head violently as the four tiny spikes opened and pierced her anal flesh. The leaves stretched her rectal walls beyond their capacity. More blood trickled from her ass onto my shaft, which made a wonderful lubricant for her tight pussy.

        twow: Sounds like something Dracula liked.

The sensation of the pear was a unique experience for me. I could feel the two lower leaves expanding on either side of my shaft. A small layer of perineum flesh was all that stood between my member and a ghastly instrument of torture.

        twow: Wut.

Twilight: (flipping though dictionary) Nope, I can’t find that word. I might need to get a new dictionary.

To distract her from her pain in her bleeding ass, I began ramming myself into her at greater speeds. The sensation of my cock rubbing itself against the leaves of the pear did not cause me any pain. The same could not be said for the mare, who's sobs indicated the excruciating nature of this torture.

        Twilight: Well, I knew that it wasn’t going to tickle!

        twow: It was supposed to arouse you.

        Twilight: Because my behind being torn apart is arousing.

        twow: Blueblood’s enjoying it.

        Twilight: ...

Her teeth were stained red from the large amounts of blood she had spat from her mouth. The monk fought against the intense pain in order to communicate. She begged me to stop the merciless onslaught on her holes.

        twow: “Please! The monologue! It hurts!”

        Twilight: “Just kill me now!”

 I asked if she would deny her earlier statements. After pausing to consider her options, the obstinate mare refused to recant. I was simultaneously impressed with her pain threshold, and eager to try and break it.

        twow: Hammers work best.

        Twilight: I’d throw a speeding Rainbow Dash at it.

        twow: (thinking) Yeah, that’d do it.

I twisted the screw a second time, further separating the leaves. The scholar's ass was damaged beyond any hope of recovery at this point. I pounded into her with increasing ferocity as our thighs slapped together.Her hot hole felt like heaven as it stroked my searing spear.

        Twilight: Missing space AND alliteration?!

        twow: Bronystories loves us, I can tell.

I spanked her ass with my hoof, causing the monk to yelp in shock. I continued to piston the mare's privates as I informed her that it was the fate of all who dared question the princesses' supreme authority to be brought low in the depths of humility.

        twow: “But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t win the Piston Cup.”

Using my magic, I began to wiggle the pear inside her ass, The spikes tore more flesh in her rectal passage. Blood seeped from her sphincter as I screwed her pussy at a frenzied pace.

        Twilight: His medication wore off.

        twow: And he forgot his Viagra.

Unable to bear the intense pain any longer, the unicorn screamed out her confession. The mare said that she was a blasphemous heretic who had lied about our benevolent and holy rulers. She denied all her studies and learning, and begged for the tortures imposed upon her to cease.

        Twilight: If I had been fighting it this long, I wouldn’t give up then!

        twow: That’s the spirit!

The sensation of breaking her mentally, as well as anally, was too much for my member to contain. I came inside her womb, filling it with my seed.

        twow: I guess we’re just gonna forget the whole vaginal part then.

        Twilight: It wasn’t that important.

 I announced that I had cleansed her body of the evil thoughts that had plagued her mind. The mare didn't reply, she just wept. I had successfully decimated her will.

        twow: Will! We forgot that one Twilight.

        Twilight: Drat!

Retracting the pear, I removed it from her asshole. Blood flowed forth from her wounded rectum and spilled onto my cock. Once I had finished my orgasm, I pulled out and allowed the copious amounts of rich, thick ejaculate to pour from her deflowered vagina. The white and red puddles mingled together on the stone floor of the dungeon.

        twow: “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...”

        Twilight: “Blood...all over...the floor...”

The mare stood there crying as blood leaked from her three holes. I dipped the pear in a bucket of water to rinse off the blood, before returning it to the shelf.

Now that the confession had been obtained, there was no further need for the mare to speak.

        Twilight: It’s not like I could speak anyway.

        twow: You could BARELY speak. He’s going to remove that option.

I levitated a collar that was attached to a metal bar with two sharp prongs on each end. The device was known as the heretic's fork, and was designed to prevent the wearer from speaking.

I lifted the mare's chin up and attached the collar around her neck.

        twow: “Now bark!”

        Twilight: “Meow!”

 I tightened the strap, allowing the prongs on one end to press under her chin, while the other prongs rested on her upper chest. Any attempts to speak would cause the sharp tips to dig further into her flesh.

        twow: You could have called it a SPORK. (smacked by Twilight)

        Twilight: That was bad, and you should feel bad.

Attaching a leash to the collar, I led the sorrowful mare out of the dungeon. As I marched her past the other prisoners, the ones who still had their eyes stared enviously at the monk.

        Twilight: Why are they envious?

        twow: She might be going to suffer, but she’s going to die.

        Twilight: How is that good again?

        twow: She’s gonna be free.

The scholar was led to the town square, where a pile of sticks had been set. A huge crowd had gathered to watch the heretic burn. The congregation met as an expression of their faith in the princesses, rather than in a desire to see the condemned die. Those who avoided the public execution could be perceived as sympathizing with the heretic, so the turnouts for such events were always high.

        twow: They could always be busy. Having a life and all that.

        Twilight: Having a life is overrated.

        twow: I know right?! (hi-fives Twilight)

The unicorn tried to speak, but the fork pressing against her chin and chest prevented her from opening her mouth. All she could do was quietly moan through gritted teeth; and even that hurt as making any sort a sound further taxed her strained vocal chords.

        twow: Then she wouldn’t have spoken ANYWAY.

        Twilight: The fork thing was just to be cruel.

Celestia and Luna never sullied themselves by appearing at public executions, so the duty fell upon me to preside at them. I presented the mare to the people, saying that she was an unholy agent of chaos. A whore of Discord. The common masses booed at the mention of the dark one's name.

        Twilight: Wouldn’t THIS be chaotic?

        twow: This isn’t the first execution he’s done. This is probably like clockwork for him.

I stated that the condemned had confessed to her unholy crimes. The scholar plead guilty to the most grievous acts of blasphemy and heresy. Eager to be perceived as showing contempt, the crowd booed and cursed the mare.

        twow: “How dare you wear purple!”

        Twilight: “Make it blue!!”

Unable to look at the jeering crowd any longer, the monk raised her eyes to the heavens and stared at the clouds. Tears ran down her cheeks as she continued to whimper.

        twow: Can we break now?

        Twilight: You doing alright?

        twow: Yeah, maybe...

        Twilight: Sure. We can break.

        Pinkie: You hanging in there T?

        twow: No matter how many times I read a rape scene, it never gets easier.

        Twilight: (hugging twow) You did really good though.

        Pinkie: Awww. Hey, I know just the person for you!

        twow: Who?

        Pinkie: Just one moment...

        (The TV fades into static.)

        twow: Do you know who she’s getting?

        Twilight: No idea.

        (The static disappears to reveal Nocturnal Melodies)

        twow: Pinkie Pie, you never cease to amaze.

        NocturnalMelodies: Hey twow. ‘Sup?

        twow: Hey there Nocturnal. Just...trying to riff this.

Twilight: twow’s being punished to riff this story, but he’s struggling with it. I guess that’s why Pinkie called you in.

No_M: Well geez. That sucks. What story?

twow: 120 Days of Blueblood, chapter 2.

No_M: Christ. What on earth did you do to deserve that? I’ve heard EXTREMELY unpleasant things about this story...

twow: After we riffed “Marshmallow Holes” Rarity, Twilight and I were talking shit about Blueblood. He found out SOMEhow. And now I’m here.

No_M: God... Anything I can do to help ease the pain? Like, maybe fetching you some ice cream cake? Ice cream cake always makes me feel better.

twow: Do you have Oreo flavor?

No_M: If Oreo flavor ice cream cake is what you want, then I can definitely get you some.

twow: You are an angel.

Twilight: Whoa there twow. Isn’t she taken?

twow: I didn’t mean it like THAT Twilight. Give me a little credit.

No_M: Haha, anything else I can get you?

Twilight: You like cream soda, twow?

twow: Oh hell YES.

???: (offscreen) Who the hell are you talking to?

No_M: Wait. I know that voice...

Fallen Prime: I’d be deeply offended if you didn’t.

twow: And a wild Fallen appeared.

No_M: Prime? What the piss are you doing here?

        Fallen: Trying to figure out- ...“what the piss?”

        Blueblood: What is going on?! twow is supposed to be enduring his punishment!

        twow: It’s called a “break” Ever heard of them?

        Twilight: I don’t understand anymore.

Fallen: Oh god. If Blueballs is making you do a riff, then... oh, you poor, doomed child.

twow: Wait a second...

Blueblood: Is this the human that is fond of the pink pony?

twow: Pinkie? Yeah, that’s him.

Fallen: Why the fuck are we helping you? “120 Days of Blueblood” is the ultimate suffering! If anything, I should be in there with the Asshole Formerly Known as Prince with a giant tub of popcorn!

Blueblood: But of course you’ll be joining! You won’t be on this side of the TV though...

twow: That’s not ominous or anything.

Fallen: We’ll see how far your power really extends, Prince Microdick. Though... if I may ask a favor of you?

Blueblood: Depends. What is it?

Fallen: If you’re going to try and force me to endure Pinkie Pie’s chapter, as you oh-so-subtly threatened, you have to make my dear, sweet, innocent girlfriend sit through the upcoming Fluttershy chapter.

No_M: HEY. NO FUCK YOU. Well... Okay, if it helps twow get through the chapter I GUESS I can do it, but you are SO paying for suggesting that later.

Fallen: I’m not scared.

Blueblood: Hmm, I accept.

twow: Nocturnal, are you sure about this? This story is rough.

Fallen: I know it is. That’s why I’m throwing her under the bus.

No_M: Yeah, love you too Prime. And it’s fine twow. I can handle most things. If anything, I’ll be there for the moral support.

twow: Thanks guys. Means a lot. Guess we better get back to this now.

(A brick lands in front of the monitor with a note tied to it.)

Twilight: What the heck?!

(The note carefully unfurls, revealing horrible handwriting. Seems the person who wrote it hasn’t written print in years...)

twow: What the hell does it say?

“Reading transcript. Lagging behind everyone else. Be with ya soon, bud. -S”

Fallen: ...transcript? Pinkie, I thought you made AUDIO recordings.

Pinkie: I never said I DIDN’T make these as well!

Fallen: But... “S” is somehow reading it NOW.

twow: Noted. Alright guys, time for me to finish this, well me and Twilight.

Fallen: You do that. I’mma hit the sack. Have fun storming the castle.

No_M: Alright. Bye twow. I’ll bring that ice cream cake over for the Fluttershy chapter Prime somehow roped me into.

twow: You bet.

(The tv blips away from Fallen and Nocturnal)

Twilight: You have nice friends.

twow: They’re your friends as well Twilight. You ready?

Twilight: Yup! Let’s do this!

*BUZZ*

twow and Twilight: We’ve got story sign!

I cautioned the audience to take heed and learn a lesson from the pitiful wretch.

        twow: “If you don’t want to end up like this, don’t learn.”

        Twilight: “School is for the weak!”

 The monk's story was proof that one is always capable of falling away, no matter how close one is to perfection. I told them that this mare was closer to Princess Celestia than any of them, and yet she was still tempted away from her glorious light to walk the winding path of disharmony.

        Twilight: If I was the closest to her, then I would have gone to her FIRST.

twow: And Celestia would have wanted to deal with you. She could have taken time off.

I discouraged them from learning, citing that too much knowledge was a dangerous thing, as this mare had proven. The citizens nodded in solemn agreement. The scholar looked horrified as she gazed out into the crowd of mindless fools, who would no sooner turn lead into gold as lift a hoof to help her.

        twow: Because heaven forbid you ALL rise up at once.

        Twilight: Probably still wouldn’t work.

I chuckled as I said that the captain of the guards would be providing her last meal. A white unicorn stallion with a blue mane sat behind the stage. He was captain of the guards, and a staunch defender of the realm.

        twow: Oh no...

        Twilight: He didn’t.

A local strumpet was deep-throating his tool, in preparation for the upcoming event. When I called his name, the slutty mare relinquished his firm stallionhood as the captain marched on stage with military precision.

        twow: Maybe it’s a different white stallion with a blue mane?

        Twilight: That’s also the captain?!

        twow: One can hope.

What few in the audience knew, was that the captain of the guards was the brother of the condemned. The stallion was fiercely loyal to the princesses, to the point of publicly shaming his sister.

        (twow and Twilight look at each other and nod)

twow and Twilight: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I announced that before her execution, the monk would give suck to the captain of the guards. He would nourish her with a last meal of stallion seed before her soul would be plunged into the fiery depths of tartarus. The whore would then join her master and be forced to fellate the god of chaos for all eternity.

        twow: So,Discord wants blowjobs? Is that it?

        Twilight: Well, I guess I could think of worse things to do forever.

The mare raised her chin as I twisted the fork 90 degrees. I freed her mouth that she might be better able to service her brother. Her eyes met with the captain's. She timidly asked for her brother to help her. He gave his sister an icy stare.

        twow: He’s cool as ICE.

 He called the scholar a whore and told her to be silent. Whatever spirit the purple unicorn had left was broken with those cutting words from her sibling.

        Twilight: (voice breaking) But....we’re BBBFF’s...

        twow: (hugs Twilight) Do you want me to take this part?

        Twilight: I’ll...do my best.

The captain's eager member glistened in the afternoon sun. The mare protested and begged her brother to not do this vile deed. The captain ignored her and slapped her face. He acted as though he had no sister.

        twow: “Those family pictures were all photoshopped!”

 As far as he was concerned, his younger sibling had died when she dared to question the princesses. All that stood before him now was a slut of chaos who needed to be punished and humiliated.

        Twilight: I’ve questioned the princesses all the time!

        twow: Apparently thinking is bad.

His precum coated her mouth as he pressed his cock head against her blistered lips. The captain thrust inside and began to fornicate his sister's throat. Her injured mouth was barely able to contain her brother's massive cock.

        twow: Twi, I’m going to be respectful and NOT make the dick joke.

        Twilight: Thanks...

The burns she sustained had removed her taste buds, prevented the mare from savoring the flavor of the captain's throbbing tool.

It was the first time the monk had ever performed fellatio. She was inexperienced to be sure; but after her recent rape, the mare had a general idea of what was required to make a stallion ejaculate.

        twow: Maybe, but not with her MOUTH!

At the captain screwed his sister's face with more force, her lip blisters began to burst from the rapid rubbings they received. Puss and other fluids erupted from her open sores, dripping down the mare's chin and further lubricating her sadistic sibling's shaft.

        Twilight: Good thing I can’t taste it.

        twow: That’d be a hell of a milkshake.

In spite of her brother making her suffer such a gross ignominy, the sister never attempted to bite down on his cock. The mare knew she was going to die and appeared to have resigned herself to her fate.

        twow: That and the fact that she loves the shit out of her brother.

        Twilight: Didn’t I give up three paragraphs ago?

The scholar seemed to be getting more active in fellating the captain. In spite of the intense pain she was experiencing in her mouth, it was as though she wanted to make her brother happy before she died.

        twow: That...damn.

        Twilight: twow?

        twow: I’m okay!

        Twilight: (gently hugs twow)

 Even if the stallion had been brainwashed to hate her now, she had been given the opportunity to pleasure him and had no intention of squandering it. The captain encouraged his sister, telling her to suck him harder like a slutty bitch.

        twow: I guess you could think of it as a “sucker.” (smacked by the sun)

I gazed out into the audience. Mothers were shielding their children's eyes from the perverse display. Young mares cried out in horror. Some of the more salacious stallions were stroking themselves in full public view. They had no shame; they knew all eyes would be on the stage anyways.

        Twilight: The moral code died.

        twow: It was eradicated the first time Blueblood opened his mouth.

The wounds in her throat were opened anew as the firm shaft rubbed her mouth raw. Blood began to trickle from the corners of her lips as she desperately tried to make her brother cum. Amidst all of the commotion, the monk's punctured ass continued to leak blood from her gaping hole.

        Twilight: “You could use it as a cupholder.”

        twow: O_O

The captain of the guards continued to hammer himself down the mare's throat. His cock was coated with his sister's saliva and blood. The stallion felt a tingling in his balls and knew he was close.

        twow: “I’ve almost reached the finish!”

        Twilight: “I will NOT be in second place again!”

The brother pulled his cock out of his sister's mouth. His shaft was coated a dark red color from her blood. As the captain pressed his twitching cock head against her puss-oozing lips, the sister suckled the stallion's tip like a foal at its mother's teat. The captain called the mare a whore and told her to enjoy her last meal as he ejaculated into her mouth.

        twow: You did it wrong! It goes with toast!

        Twilight: Part of a complete breakfast.

A deluge of her brother's cum flooded the mare's mouth. The stallion let out a satisfied groan as he deposited his seed down his sister's bleeding throat.

The other stallions who had been pleasuring themselves in the audience also reached their climax when the captain came.

        twow: TIMING!

 They ejaculated their common seed onto the ground, or into the tails and manes of oblivious mares who were standing in front of them. I reveled in the perversity of it all.

        Twilight: And the mares...just didn’t notice?

        twow: They were hiding the fact that they were enjoying it.

The captain commanded the scholar to not spill any of his seed. She humbly complied by swallowing all of the stallion's sperm. When the captain pulled away from the mare, some in the audience cheered. The scholar looked pleadingly up at her brother and confessed that she still loved him and was sorry for shaming their family.

        twow: (twitch)

        Twilight: We...can do this.

Not wanting to appear weak or sentimental towards a heretic, the brother spat in her eye and said he hoped she would burn slowly for her blasphemy.

        twow: BURN IN HELL YOU CUNT BAG!!!

 Her heart completely broken, the mare closed her eyes and began to wail loudly as a thin trail of blood ran down the corners of her mouth and onto the floor. The purple pony knew there was no solace left for her in this world.

        Twilight: twow...

        twow: I had to let one of them out Twi. I’m sorry.

In order to shut up the howling nuisance, I forcibly elevated her chin and repositioned the fork so its sharp tines once again restricted her speech. She stood there blubbering, unable to open her mouth as she watched her brother march off stage without giving her a second look.

        twow: “If I look back, I’ll turn into salt!”

With her last meal completed, the execution of the heretic could begin in earnest. She was marched off the stage and down towards the crowd.

        Twilight: Is it bad that I’m glad she’s going to die now?

        twow: Not at all.

A large pole had been erected amidst a pile of sticks. A rope was used to tie the mare's fore-hooves together, with the other end being attached to the top of the pole. She was forced to stand on her hind legs, facing the crowd, as her fore-hooves were raised over her head and the rope grew taught.

        twow: “Raise your hands in the air, if you feel right!”

        Twilight: (whistles)

With her leaking ass and puss-oozing mouth, the scholar was truly a despicable sight. The crowd heaped scorn and ridicule on the monk as she moaned in pain, unable to open her mouth due to the fork.

        twow: I find it very hard to believe that not ONE pony took pity on her.

        Twilight: “Damn this silverware!”

To send a further message about the dangers of learning, the monk's room had been searched and all of her notes and scrolls chronicling the things she had studied were to be burned with her. The purple unicorn wept as she saw all of her books and parchments scattered before her.

        Twilight: (twitch)

        twow: Blueblood, death is too good for you.

Big bonfires were once used to burn heretics, until it was discovered that the condemned were dying too quickly from smoke inhalation. To rectify this problem, smaller fires are now used in order to prolong the suffering of blasphemers. I approached the mare while levitating a burning torch. I asked the scholar if she had any last words.

        twow: “Do you...like trains?”

        Twilight: “Why yes...OH NO.” (hit by train)

The mare tried to speak, but could only manage to say 'ah,' not wanting to impale her mouth on the fork. I chuckled at her feeble attempt to communicate and said mockingly that's what they all say. My joke elicited uproarious laughter from the crowd as I placed the torch on the books near her hind legs.

        twow: “Burn, baby burn!” (smacked by Twilight)

        Twilight: That was my line!

        twow: ...you make me proud.

A loud 'MMMMM!' was heard as the heretic screamed without opening her mouth. The flames licked at her hooves as she wriggled like a worm on a hook.

        Twilight: Perfect bait to fish with!

        twow: Gotta catch the bass.

 The writings were consumed in the fire almost instantly, and their author would soon follow them.

Most of the crowd in attendance looked on in horror, while several were eliciting a perverse delight from the proceedings. I know, because I was one of them.

        twow: Oops. I almost fooled myself into thinking you WEREN’T a piece of shit.

        Twilight: Be more careful twow.

The pain of her fiery death was more than the mare could tolerate. Disregarding the fork at her chin, the scholar let out a bloodcurdling scream, accented by the fact that the sharp tines had punctured the bottom of her mouth.

        twow: If you cut her tongue, she’d be a snake.

        Twilight: You’re reaching, aren’t you?

        twow: So far...

 Blood poured out of the two wounds in the underside of the purple pony's chin and ran down her chest as she screamed for water and pleaded for somepony to put the fire out.

A royal guard approached the fire and sat on his haunches. The guard asked in a mocking tone if the heretic was getting too hot and offered to cool her down.

        Twilight: What? Somepony’s being nice to me?

 The lewd stallion then proceeded to relieve himself on the mare. His urine streaked up in an arc splashing against her coat and mane. The guard was careful to not accidentally put our the fire. The mare sputtered as the acrid piss filled her mouth and dribbled out the two holes made by the tines.

        Twilight: WHAT?!

        twow: “Get yer lemonade here! All natural, only 25 cents!”

Wanting to join in the fun, other stallions encircled the fire and began pissing on the mare. Several streams hit her at once. All the stallions were careful to not extinguish the blaze, lest they be accused of sympathizing with the heretic. She shook her head violently, trying to shake off the stallion piss.

        twow: They really need to cut back on their liquid intake.

        Twilight: If the fire was smaller, how did they not put it out?

        twow: Practice?

        Twilight: That’s a horrible thought.

Due to the tines sticking through her chin, the mare was unable to close her mouth. This turned the pissing contest into a game, with stallions competing to see who could aim the most pee into her bleeding face hole. It was quite challenging as the mare refused to keep her head still.

        twow: It’s like basketball.

        Twilight: Without the ball.

        twow: Or a willing participant.

 The stallion's stream had to follow her as she moved her open mouth left to right. I was doubled up with silent laughter and made a mental note to incorporate an event similar to this in this year's Blue Moon Saturnalia Games.

        twow: “And for our next event, Extreme Watersports!”

The monk was gargling urine and would have spat it out to try and put out the fire, but the fork prevented her from bending her neck down. Once all the stallion's bladders had been depleted, the strong stench of urine outweighed the smell of the fire and singed pony flesh.

        twow: Not even Glade could cover it up.

        Twilight: Plug it in! Plug it in!

The unicorn continued to burn for what must have felt like an eternity to her, but in actuality was only a couple of hours. In the end, the mare died of blood loss before the fire consumed her. If the monk had been in a more healthy condition when she was burned, she could've lasted much longer.

        Twilight: And whose fault is THAT?

 I made a mental note to not torture the next heretic as severely in order to make her death more excruciating.

The scholar's stinking, charred corpse was hoisted up and left hanging in the public square for days. The birds of prey enjoyed having a cooked meal for once.

        twow: “Sweet! Barbeque!”

In spite of his outward bravado at the execution, the captain of the guards was subsequently wracked with guilt over how he treated his sister in her final hours.

        twow: Hmm. Wonder why.

        Twilight: Being a B.B.B.F.F is a serious commitment.

 Unable to live with himself, the captain committed suicide shortly there after by throwing himself off the highest tower in the castle.

        twow: “I believe I can fly...” (lightly tapped by Twilight) No smack?

        Twilight: I...I’m going to give you that one.

The note he left behind was just five letters: 'B.B.B.F.F.' I spent the next few days selecting an appropriate replacement for the dearly departed captain.

        Twilight: “Preferably with wings.”

As for the unicorn's purple horn? I kept it as a memento of my service to the princesses and the kingdom. As I said, being a prince comes with responsibilities. The secret to happiness lies in deriving pleasure out of the most menial of tasks.

Twilight: Such as murdering a unicorn, after raping her and forcing her brother to do the same.

        twow: Yup...yup...yup...

        Twilight: Twow! We’re getting out NOW!

        Pinkie: (from TV) Twow! Are you okay?!

        twow: Hangin in there Pinkie. Not done just yet.

        Twilight: You scared me twow.

        twow: That was horrible. I thought nothing was worse than Rarity’s chapter...

        Twilight: I know twow. But you did it, and I’m proud of you.

        twow: I’m proud of YOU. You didn’t break.

Twilight: It was close. I thought about helping you though, and I kept my cool. For the most part.

twow: (hugs Twilight)

Blueblood: Well? How was that chapter, human?

twow: What the fuck do you THINK?!

Blueblood: Went well?

twow: I will murder everything you love.

Twilight: twow...

(The sounds of crashing and banging can be heard near Pinkie and Blueblood.)

twow: What the fuck...

??? (TV): INNNNNCOMIIIIIING!!!!! OUTTA THE WAY, ROYAL PAIN-IN-THE-NECK!

Pinkie: Steel!

twow: You’re joking.

Steel: (Leaps onto the scene while vaulting over Blueblood.) You bet!

Blueblood: What is this?! What are you doing here?!

Steel: (Hands a stack of papers to Blueblood.) Chapter 1, along with Twow’s riff. I want you to read it.

Blueblood: I don’t have to read his riff. I was there for it.

Steel: Not the riff, bubula. It’s all text on the screen, so I don’t think you heard the story itself.

Blueblood: And if I don’t?

Steel: Weeeell, I don’t think you truly acknowledge how great the story is until you read it...

(Blueblood takes the papers and walks off, reading it.)

twow: How the hell did you get in there?

Steel: Would you believe me if I said I used my manly muscles and tore down the blast door?

twow: I probably wouldn’t believe you.

Steel: Pinkie was going around, and I begged her to bring me along.

Twilight: That’s more believable.

(Blueblood returns with the pages, slightly pale.)

Steel: (Looks over at him.) Welllll, Royal Nobleblood! Great story, right? Bet you loved it.

Blueblood: It was...quite the experience.

Steel: (Smiles at him.) Yeah, I read the same passage. What was your favorite part? The bit where you committed a minor to your ‘royal’... er... hm, what’s the politically correct term?

twow: Dick Steel. The word is dick.

Steel: Right, right, sorry. ‘Royal’ dick. Really had fun with that one. (Grins at Blueblood.) Bet it’s great being the star in this story! Especially with a lovely mare like Rarity!

Blueblood: What are you getting at?

twow: He’s calling you an ass BB. We all are. You are an ass.

Steel: Actually, no. I’m just fantasizing about Twilight pulling you limb from limb. And Rarity popping your eyes with sewing needles. And Applejack treating you to a trick I know very well called the ‘Family Jewels Buck’.

Pinkie: That’s quite a gem Steel!

All: (facepalm/hoof)

Steel: (Grins at her.) Yeah, real special to me. Also problematic when she does it to me. (Looks back at Blueblood.) So, Blueblood, I’d like you to, as our friend twow here goes along, think of what you’re doing. Mm?

Blueblood: ...

twow: Pinkie, let Twilight out. She deserves it.

Pinkie: Sure thing!

(The lab doors unlock and open.)

Twilight: (hugs twow again) Good luck twow. Really.

twow: Thanks Twi. Get out of here. Get some rest.

(Twilight leaves the lab, the doors shutting behind her.)

Steel: So, twow. You’re in for the long run.

twow: That’s what the unicorn says. Don’t you worry though. I’ll beat him.

Pinkie: It was great to see you Steel! I think T deserves a break though.

Steel: Aye, I won’t keep ‘em. Stay strong, bud, we’re all behind ya. And Blueblood... well, good luck getting to sleep tonight. (Pats Blueblood on the head like a pup before getting up and heading out.) Right, time for another work shift!

twow: See ya Steel!

Steel: Later!

Pinkie: Get some rest T. I don’t know when the prince is gonna hit you with another chapter.

twow: I’ll be ready. As much as possible.

*BUZZ*

twow: I’ve got break sign!