Welcome back guys. Today we’re taking on chapter 3, Pinkie Pie’s chapter.

I’m not looking forward to this one, myself also being a person that loves to laugh and have fun. Hell, I’m discovering a lot about myself.

When I began this challenge, I told myself that this was to see if I belonged riffing. Looking on it, it’s more than that. This is to see if I can finally put my horrible memories behind me. Can I? Well, guess we’re gonna find out.

Fallen Prime is helping out this time, and frankly I couldn’t be more pleased about it. Huh. That’s a rare saying.

(Fuck you sideways with a rusty sawblade.)

Love ya too buddy.

Let’s not drag this one any longer. 120 Days of Blueblood, chapter 3.

twow: Alright, I should stack the power cells over here... holy shit. I have Lincoln’s Repeater?

        Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Is that Primey’s?

        twow: Not that I remember. He’s only sent over a few weapons for me to mess with.

        Pinkie: What about my frying pan?

twow: (sighs) Yes Pinkie, I worked on the pan. Now you can cook with it as long as it isn’t dark.

        Pinkie: Yay!

        twow: I’ll never understand you.

        Blueblood: (from TV) Hello there, twow.

        twow: Oh look. It’s everyone’s favorite asshole.

        Blueblood: I see that you still haven’t learned to curb your tongue.

twow: Please. I’m talking to YOU right?

Blueblood: Either way, it is time for the next part of your punishment.

twow: I guess...wait. Where the hell did Pinkie go....oh fuck no.

(The lab doors open to reveal Pinkie Pie, Derpy and Fallen Prime)

twow: Well. I wasn’t expecting that.

Fallen Prime: Jesus fuck, this is all in Derpy’s BASEMENT!?

twow: I’ve had a lot a spare time on my hands.

Fallen: Did that include expansion? I didn’t think you had any idea how to do anything like that. There’s no way the place was this big before you showed up.

twow: Well...maybe a little bit.

Derpy: (hugging twow) How are you holding up?

twow: Little better. Got rough.

Fallen: Oh god, Pinkie’s here. And Blueblood’s on the other side... twow, once that royal prick dies, you’re next.

Pinkie: That’s not very nice!

Fallen: I’M not very nice.

twow: How the hell was I supposed to know that Blueblood wanted you in here? I sure didn’t tell him!

Fallen: Remember last time? That’s how you were supposed to know.

twow: BEFORE then, dumbass.

Pinkie: That’s not very nice either!

Derpy: Both of you cut it out! We’re supposed to be supporting twow here!

Fallen: Support nothing. I’m just gonna riff and go. If twow suffers, that’s a fucking bonus.

Blueblood: I think I could get along with you.

twow: God. You both are horrible.

(The lab doors shut and lock.)

Derpy: Well, I guess we don’t have a choice now.

twow: I never did.

Fallen: If I have any regrets among the horrible events that have transpired in my wake... it’s that I’m riffing this.

twow: (takes deep breath) Alright. I’m ready.

Pinkie: This is gonna be so exciting!

Fallen: ...have you READ this chapter?

Pinkie: ...no?

twow: (twitch)

Derpy: It’s times like this that I don’t like coming in this basement.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

“The only real laughter comes from despair.”

― Groucho Marx

Fallen: Sounds about right.

twow: When it comes to you, yeah.

"The secret to happiness lies in deriving pleasure out of the most menial of tasks,"

Fallen: And exactly what here counts as “menial?”

twow: Raping an entire family and forcing Twilight’s brother to make her give him a blowjob.

Blueblood said, reading aloud from his journal. He had just finished relating his account of the dressmaker's family and Celestia's heretical student.

        Derpy: They ran out of popcorn.

Prince Blueblood sat in his chambers with two other white unicorns. One of them was a large stallion with a blue mane and a mustache. He also wore a monocle over his left eye.

Pinkie: Hey, that’s Fancypants! Rarity would be happy to-

twow: Don’t finish that.

He was a noblecolt who wielded considerable power throughout the kingdom and shared the prince's love of lewd desires.

Pinkie: ...oh.

twow: There ya go.

 The mustachioed stallion was known to all as Fancy Pants. His mistress, the pink-maned Fleur-di-lis,

Fallen: For given variables of “Fleur de Lis.”

had her head buried in the stallion's lap and was eagerly fellating him.

Pinkie: ...in front of the prince?

Fallen: They had popcorn as Blueblood described killing Rarity and Twilight. Of COURSE in front of the prince.

The prince was entertaining his guests by reading to them entries of his former conquests and brutal acts of depravity.

        Derpy: Because that’s entertaining.

        twow: Even though it’s NOT.

"I say," Fancy Pants said to the mare, "the prince's lurid exploits have done more to stiffen my rod than even your skilled tongue, my dear."

        twow: BURN.

 Fleur responded to this veiled insult by deepthroating his cock in an effort to please her master; gagging as she did so.

Pinkie: Fleur’s not his slave! I don’t even know if she’s his girlfriend!

        Derpy: NOTHING in this story is correct Pinkie.

        twow: Wait. Blueblood’s an asshole. That didn’t change.

Fallen: There’s a difference between “asshole” and “sadist.” There’s usually overlap, though.

twow: True...

"Mmm, there's a good filly," Fancy Pants said, patronizingly, as his hoof played with her flowing mane.

        twow: “You’ll get your candy after bedtime.”

When the Prince read his journal entries, he was able to relive every moment of the act.

Fallen: He came instantly.

Blueblood could smell the cold sweat as it ran down their backs and hear their anguished cries. The prince ascribed to the belief that if you enjoy an experience, write it down to show how much you treasure it.

        Derpy: Take a picture. It’ll last longer.

 This practice will increase the likelihood of it happening again.

Pinkie: I don’t think I want him writing it down anymore.

twow: There’s what, five more chapters? It’s happening again.

Fallen: Six right now. Seven, once he finishes the story.

Recounting his tales of cruelty had succeed in stiffening not only Fancy Pants' stallionhood, but Blueblood's member as well. Wishing to be seen as a true gentlecolt by his friends, the prince approached Fancy Pants and asked permission to ravage Fleur's marehood. Fancy Pants graciously gave his consent.

Fallen: Wow. Such an open relationship. How... touching?

twow: As touching as the relationship between man and beast.

Fleur was skinny and narrow. When Blueblood mounted her, she barely had the strength to support his weight. She groaned as she kept her nose pressed against the base of Fancy Pants' cock. The mustachioed stallion groaned with delight.

        Fallen: Which is indistinguishable from boredom.

Pinkie: Aww, they need cheering up?

Fallen: You don’t have the willpower to do anything these sick fucks would need to be cheered up.

The mare fared no better at standing once the prince started to slowly insert his

Fallen: quarter-inch-

thick girth into her narrow passage. Her folds parted, allowing him greater access to her moist treasures. When she was completely filled,

Fallen: Damn, she is tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Pinkie: How would you even know?

Fallen: Inch and a half long, quarter inch thick, and Fleur is filled entirely.

twow: Moving on now.

Fleur let out a lustful moan that was muffled by Fancy Pants' suffocating shaft.

        Derpy: (pokes twow) Look. Alliteration.

        twow: DAMN IT.

Working her over with long, forceful thrusts, Blueblood pressed Fleur forward until the stallionhood in her mouth was pushed so far down her throat, the mare was incapable of drawing a breath.

        Derpy: I tried to draw a breath before.

        twow: How did it go?

        Derpy: I broke all of my crayons in frustration.

In an act of mercy, Fancy Pants slid back, removing his member from her quivering gullet. Fleur choked and gasped for breath as soon as her windpipe was clear. The mare panted as she tried desperately to breathe. Fancy Pants ordered her to hold her head high, that her face might take his noble seed.

Pinkie: I’m surprised he’s not giving her cream filling!

Fallen: ...oh my GOD, Pinkie.

twow: And the girls were saying that WE were bad...

Fancy Pants stroked his stallionhood and ejaculated thick strands of gooey semen across his mistress' face. The first glob landed under her left eye, with the subsequent shots landing in her mane and on her nose. She raised a hoof and attempted to wipe away the semen near her eye.

        twow: Perfect mask for Nightmare Night.

"Stop," Fancy Pants said in a quiet, yet commanding voice, "Lower your hoof. I want admire your cum-dabbled face a little while longer." Fleur obeyed her master and stared up into Fancy Pants' eyes.

Fallen: “I can barely see the stains on your coat anyway.”

twow: “This is why you use OxyClean.”

Prince Blueblood sensed that his orgasm was imminent. Wanting to enjoy a similar sport to Fancy Pants, the prince pulled out and walked around to use Fleur's pretty face as a cum rag. Traces of the noblecolt's jizz were streaking down the mare's face. Fleur was still panting, breathlessly.

Pinkie: But she’s panting, so how is she breathless?

Derpy: She’s out of breath from panting.

"I heard you choking earlier my dear," Blueblood said, in a mock tone of concern, "The best remedy for shortness of breathe is to make sure the nasal path is clear. Fortunately for you, I have some nose drops!"

        twow: Do ya got some Benadryl?

Placing a hoof on either side of her head, Blueblood pulled forward and pressed the tip of his cock up against Fleur's right nostril.

Fallen: It slid right in.

twow: SOMEpony needs a hell of a nosejob.

Pinkie: Ewwwwwwwww!

She could smell the prince's musk, mingled with the feminine odors of her pussy. Those smells were quickly drowned out with the strong stench of ammonia as Blueblood ejaculated, filling her nostril with semen.

        twow: OR THAT.

Pinkie: WOW! Are you psychic, T?

twow: I’ve been calling these things right and left. It’s starting to freak me out.

 She instinctively snorted her nose, spraying the stallion's seed back onto his cock. Blueblood hit her in the side of her head as he quickly moved his cock to her left nostril for his second load.

        Derpy: Can I just quit life now?

"Ungrateful whore!" Blueblood shouted, "How dare you reject my gift! See you keep this in, lest I take a hot poker and solder all your holes shut!"

Fallen: Ruin her for your friend, why don’t you.

Derpy: It’s not like he could do anything about it. Remember how Blueblood’s already raped and murdered an entire family?

Blueblood filled her left nostril with cum. Rejecting her body's natural impulses, the mare actively inhaled, in order to keep as much of the semen in as possible.

        twow: And choked to death on it.

Acting fast, the prince managed to fill her right nostril back up with his final spurts. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, semen leaked slowly out of both her nostrils, running down to her lips. Fleur sat there obediently snorting back semen, looking thoroughly miserable.

Pinkie: “Worst. Cocaine. Ever.”

twow: “Don’t do drugs kids!”

"I must say," Fancy Pants said, smirking, "I've never seen those holes get filled before."

Fallen: I refuse to believe Fancypants never did that to her.

Fancy Pants dismissed Fleur to go make herself look presentable before they departed.

"Yes master," she said, pathetically. She hadn't cum. They never cared if she came.

Fallen: Pfft. Men.

twow: O_O

When they were alone, Fancy Pants approached the prince with news from the kingdom.

"Are you aware of that gypsy in the Canterlot market gardens?" Fancy Pants asked the prince.

Pinkie: OOH! OOH! Is that me?

        Derpy: You probably shouldn’t get so excited Pinkie.

"Her run down wagon has been a blight on the square for nearly a year," Blueblood replied, "She cons fools of their money and sells harmless trinkets. What about her?"

"Rumors are flying around that she may be a witch," Fancy Pants said,

Pinkie: “We can tolerate a gypsy, but a WITCH!?”

Fallen: “There are ways of TELLING whether she is a witch!”

"They say she has a sixth sense that can predict the future." Blueblood's face broke out in a sinister smile.

"I suppose, as prince, I owe it to my fellow Equestrians to interrogate the mare and discern the validity of the accusations leveled against her."

Fallen: “If she weighs the same as a duck, she’s made of wood, and therefore a witch!”

twow: Your logic is amazing.

Blueblood said, solemnly. Fancy Pants and Blueblood exchanged evil smiles.

Fallen: For the first time in his life, Blueblood WAS pondering what Fancypants was pondering.

Derpy: That’ll never happen again.

Once Fleur had refreshed herself, Blueblood walked his guests to the door. After seeing them out, he turned to one of his guards and demanded that the gypsy be brought in on charges of witchcraft.

        twow: Because god forbid there be a trial.

In short order, the pink pony was dragged down to the dungeon. When Blueblood arrived to interrogate the prisoner, the guards had followed his instructions and placed her in the stocks. Her head and fore-hooves were immobilized as she stood there crying.

Pinkie: That doesn’t sound like me!

twow: You’d have the entire place set up like a giant ass party.

After a brief bit of futile struggling, the mare realized that the only way out of her bonds was to convince the prince to release her.

"Please let me go!" the gypsy wailed, "I'm not a witch! I'm not a witch!"

Pinkie: “THEY dressed me like this! And this isn’t my nose, it’s a false one!”

The prince slowly approached her, an air of menace in his movements.

        Derpy: How menacing.

        twow: WOW Derpy.

"Then how do you explain your powers of divination?" the prince asked, "You have knowledge of things nopony was meant to have." The mare dared not look the prince in the eye. She seemed to not know how to answer the question herself.

Fallen: You just asked Pinkie Pie to explain Pinkie Pie.

twow: Is that even possible?

"I can't explain how it does what it does," the gypsy said, "It just does." Blueblood was not to be swayed by the witch's double speak. The mare, meanwhile, hoped to appeal to his compassionate side.

Pinkie: He HAS one?

(Everyone pauses, then starts laughing)

"Please release me, your majesty," she said, "for I am with foal and will deliver soon." Blueblood glanced down between her legs. The mare's belly had distended to accommodate the unborn foal growing inside her.

Pinkie: ...no.

twow: (twitch)

Derpy: Oh no. I know what twow’s thinking about.

The fact that she was pregnant while trapped in the stocks amused Blueblood, because it meant that the mare had a pudge and she couldn't budge.

Pinkie: NO. NO!

        twow: (twitches harder)

        Derpy: Uh, Fallen? I’m worried about them.

Fallen: Fuck him, I’m worried about HER.

Derpy: I SAID them. Geez man.

"A witch's foal," Blueblood said, as he circled the mare like a shark, "No doubt the spawn of Discord grows within your wretched womb. I take it you have known your dark master in the flesh then?"

Pinkie: How does that even WORK!?

Discord: Draconequi work in mysterious ways...

Fallen: JESUS!

Discord: Close, but no.

twow: WHAT THE FUCK?!

"Lies!" the mare sobbed. Calling the prince a liar was a crime punishable by death.

Pinkie: Even if I’m PREGNANT!?

twow; He has NO MORALS Pinkie.

Had the mare not been so distraught, she would've chosen her words more carefully. However, Blueblood was not about to kill her for speaking ill of him. The prince wanted to make sure she lived to endure the punishments reserved for witches, as they were much more entertaining to watch.

        Derpy: That, and the fact that she’s going to die anyway.

Pinkie: THEY CAN’T DO THIS!

"I was raped!" she cried, "In truth it was a licentious Royal Guard who did the evil deed. He had been demanding protection money from me or else he said I would be set ablaze with all my possessions. When I ran out of funds to pay him, he said my virginity would be his payment!

Pinkie: This is worse than “Rarity’s Generous Plan!”

Fallen: I’m Fallen Prime, and welcome to Old News.

twow: Things you’ve already heard, all the time.

Then without another word, he raped me in my vardo!" Blueblood had never heard a marehood called that before. What the prince didn't realize was that 'vardo' was the proper name for a gypsy's wagon.

        twow: That’s...supposed to be funny?

        Derpy: It’s not.

"He raped me for hours and unleashed his seed inside me," the gypsy sobbed, hanging her head in shame, "now I carry his foal... He never even told me his name..." Blueblood listened to her story with rapt attention and a growing erection.

Pinkamena Diane Pie: STOP!!!

twow:         .....................................

Derpy: twow!

Fallen: Pinkie looks awful. We have to stop.

Fallen: (hugging a sobbing Pinkamena) Slow and painful, Coldblood.

Derpy: Pinkie! twow! Guys!

Blueblood: See, THIS is what I wanted! Not the pink one though.

twow: .....

Derpy: Words twow. We have to help Pinkie!

Pinkamena: WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?

Fallen: Because Blueblood doesn’t deserve to be alive.

Derpy: Usually I don’t think like that, but I have to agree.

Pinkamena: I... I never realized it could get this bad... twow, I’m so, so, SO so sorry...

twow: ...stop the story.

Derpy: What?

twow: I quit. I’m done. I can’t do this.

Fallen: Oh, goddammit, twow! You were supposed to say that for “Fluttershy’s Week-long Foot-long,” not this!

twow: Look at Pinkie Fallen. Do you see it? I would have been fine if it was just me. But them...

Pinkamena: (sobbing in Fallen’s arms) Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!

Fallen: “The Story of FillyMena” and “Pinkie Pie the filly molester” were just as rough on her. I know she’ll make it. I’ll make Blueblood pay dearly for this, but she’ll make it.

        twow: ....

        Blueblood: You know, if twow is serious, I’ll let you all out this instant.

Pinkamena: He’s SO serious! JUST LET ME OUT!

Fallen: ...okay, maybe she’s a bit worse than I expected.

        Derpy: WHY YOU...

Fallen: Alright, Blueblood, I’m gonna level with you. twow and I tend to be at each other’s throats more often than not, and I tend to get an immense feeling of joy when he suffers, but he’s one of my best friends in this world. Riffing is what he loves, and he’s got his entire reputation riding on this. As much as I hate to do this to my ACTUAL best friend in this world, I’m not letting you stop this riff.

Blueblood: This rides on twow continuing it, not you saying that it’ll keep going.

Fallen: Well, the three of us here are gonna make sure he DOES continue. I can’t have him quit riffing now, not when I still have a story I’M trying to break him with.

Pinkamena: THAT’S the only reason you care!?

Fallen: On his end, yes.

Derpy: You don’t make sense at ALL Fallen.

Fallen: Thanks. I’ve got that down to an art.

twow: ...Pinkie, can you continue? We’re done if you can’t. And don’t say yes for me.

Pinkamena: ...

Fallen: Pinkie, please. It kills me to see you like this.

Pinkamena: ...I’ll do it.

Fallen: What was tha-

Pinkamena: I SAID I’LL DO IT.

Derpy: Are you sure Pinkie? You don’t have to, ya know.

Pinkamena: You guys have come this far. I’m not having this little journey stop because of me. Besides... Blueblood will have to join me in Sugarcube Corner for the rest of the chapters. I can ruin his life from there once I get through this.

Fallen: I love this mare. How can you not love this mare?

Derpy: It’s simple. You must always love Pinkie Pie.

twow: Alright. I take it Pinkie isn’t cheering up...

Pinkamena: I WILL MAKE BLUEBLOOD PAY FOR THIS.

Fallen: And it is glorious.

twow: Oh hell yes. Let’s take this shit apart.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

In spite of being raped, the gypsy had hesitated to leave the city. There were so many ponies in Canterlot that her business had never been better.

Pinkamena: You know, if you forget that I’D JUST BEEN RAPED!

twow: Which is impossible, by the way.

There was always some pony who wanted their hoof read or to see their fate with the Tarot cards. As the gypsy stood pitiably in the stocks, the mare felt she would have done better to leave Canterlot and try somewhere else. Even the warlike griffins seemed more inviting towards her at this point.

        Derpy: I always enjoy hugging things with claws.

"Maybe she's not clairvoyant after all," Blueblood thought, "If she could see the future, surely a knowledge of her impending rape would not have eluded her."

        twow: Dude. It’s not THAT deep.

Ignoring these logical impressions, Blueblood pushed for a confession witchcraft. When she finished her tragic tale, the prince presented his rebuttal.

Fallen: If it’s his penis, he’s losing it.

twow: Can I pull out the electric rusty sawblade?

Fallen: You have an ELECTRIC rusty sawblade!?

twow: Electric, fiery, think I made one out of water...

"Raped?" Blueblood said, "I think not. No, you used your gypsy magic to seduce one of my guards to claim his pious chastity. Does your depravity know no bounds?" The mare tried to speak, but she was too shocked to form the words.

Pinkamena: Looks like I already GOT the electric sawblade.

twow: Nice one! (smacked by Derpy)

Since the pink pony was immobilized, Blueblood wished to partake in his own brand of interrogation. The prince spat on his firm cock head and spread the mare's pink ass cheeks. She let out a scared yelp.

        twow: “Oh god, not a spanking!” (smacked by Pinkamena)

"My prince!" she cried, "I pray you; do not this wickedness! Such things are unnatural!" Blueblood let out a hollow laugh and pressed his cock against her little hole. The stallion smiled that a witch would attempt to scold him on unnatural wickedness.

Derpy: And yet she’s RIGHT.

Pinkamena: ...I think Fallen was right too.

Fallen: ...electric sawblade. NOW.

twow: (looks behind him) Good, that cabinet’s locked.

"The body of this witch, yea even her womb, is infested with all manner of demons!" Blueblood shouted to the heavens, "With my blessed rod I shall attempt to purge her body of unclean spirits!"

Fallen: He’s trying to blow them out her- (punched by Pinkamena)

twow: The Last Exorcism this ain’t.        

The gypsy was horror-struck by the prospect and pissed herself in fear. Blueblood took advantage of the shower and lowered his stallionhood to coat it in urine.

        Derpy: Why are you gonna cover it in lemonade? It’s gonna be sticky later!

        twow: (facepalm)

Pinkamena: (smacks Derpy)

Fallen: Somepony’s pissed.

Pinkamena: OF COURSE I AM!

"You must really desire to be buggered if you provide me with such fine lube!" Blueblood said, "Now make way for your prince!" Blueblood's bulbous head slipped past her tight sphincter. Even though his cock had been made slick, her ass itself was bone dry.

        twow: So where are the Dry Bones? (punted by Pinkamena)

        Derpy: Should I be surprised she understood that?

Fallen: I’m surprised YOU understand that.

 Blueblood leaned on her back and humped her gypsy ass, driving himself a little deeper with each thrust. The mare was a blubbering mess as the pain in her bleeding ass prevented her from thinking straight. Her pregnant belly shook forcefully as the prince mercilessly rammed her rectum.

Pinkamena: How can he do this to a PREGNANT MARE!?

Fallen: We’re WATCHING how. It’s like a sadistic tutorial.

twow: “And tonight on Rape Time with Blueblood!”

Derpy: That was a little dark for you. Are you sure you’re okay?

twow: Of course.

Her large hoop earrings bounced wildly against the stocks as she grit her teeth in pain. Her rectal blood leaked onto the floor as the prince continued to sodomize the anal virgin.

"Take it out, please!" she sobbed, "I cannot bear the pain! I beg you to release me; I've done nothing wrong!"

        Derpy: “I’m sorry for the whole Madame Pinkie thing! It was just a hobby!”

Pinkamena: That’s SUCH a stupid thing for somepony to RAPE ME OVER!

Fallen: SO pissed.

twow: Saying duh would be a waste of air.

 Blueblood slowed his thrusting until he came to a stop. The prince put his weight on her back with his member still buried deep inside her. Ceasing his thrusts was not done out of mercy or compassion; her tight bottom threatened to make him climax before he was ready, and Blueblood didn't want to cum too soon.

Pinkamena: Oh, just get it over with.        

twow: Damn it Blueblood! CUM on! (brained by Pinkamena)

The prince leaned in close to smell her mane. It smelled sugary sweet, like fresh confections. Inhaling deeply, the prince then moved down from her hair and began to lick the back of her neck.

Pinkamena: (shivering)

Fallen: I remember when you were making jokes. What happened to that?

twow: I’m going to say it stopped around the point where the rape started.

The gypsy's unwilling ass continued to massage and caress his shaft, preventing him from going completely soft. Since he was resting for a moment, the prince wished to converse with the mare.

Fallen: Worst. Pillow talk. EVER.

"Tell me my future, witch," Blueblood said, mocking her, "What do the sands of time hold for your benevolent prince?" The gypsy remained silent. She would not confess to the false accusation of witchcraft. Blueblood grew irate from her obstinance.

"Speak, you whorish dam!"

Fallen: “You block the flow of water like a SLUT!” (punched in the balls by Pinkamena) WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN!?

Pinkamena: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

the prince snapped, "When your sovereign gives a command, it is to be obeyed." The gypsy gave a defeated sigh.

"I'm not a witch, my prince," she said sadly, "I mean no ill will to anypony; I only want to bring joy."

        twow: “And through this rape, you certainly are!” (stabbed by Pinkamena)

Pinkamena: Huh. Never tried THAT before. That felt... kinda good.

Fallen: Aaaaaaaaaaand takin’ the knife away.

"Your glorious asshole has certainly brought me joy. It's much tighter than any vardo," Blueblood said.

        twow: ......................

        Derpy: Maybe you should stop talking now.

He enjoyed this new filthy word being added to his lexicon. Considering how spacious her vardo was, the gypsy hardly found the prince's statement to be a compliment.

        Derpy: Knowing what that word really means, this just got really amusing.

Fallen: Bad euphemisms usually are.

 "If your prediction impresses me," Blueblood said, temptingly, "I will release you and allow you to return home to raise your bastard foal.

        twow: Well, at least this won’t end badly?

" The searing pain in her ass distracted her ability to notice any signs predicting future events; but, desperate to be released, the gypsy decided to make something up for Blueblood.

Pinkamena: “I predict that thing you’re sticking in my butt BREAKING OFF.”

        Derpy: “Much pain and suffering shall occur!”

        twow: “It will be the greatest thing to happen besides sliced bread!”

"Oh, my prince," she said, trying to sound as mystical as possible, "I see many joyful days during your long life." The gypsy tried to put on a happy face; but inwardly, she was wracked with grief and pain. She prayed that her lie might pacify the prince enough to willingly release her and her foal.

Pinkamena: In case you forgot I’m PREGNANT.

        twow: We didn’t.

        Derpy: The story didn’t give us a chance to.

"What about those who oppose me?" Blueblood asked, enjoying the little game, "Do I risk an assassination attempt in my future?" The gypsy thought pleasantly for a moment about the different manners in which the prince could be murdered. She then continued her charade.

        twow: “There shall be two strange beings in your future...”

Derpy: “One shall carry weapons that shoot lead, and the other’s weapons will shoot everything else.”

"Your enemies shall be crushed beneath your hooves!" she said, "All who fight against you shall meet a fate worse than death!"

Fallen: “They shall be forced to read your tale until the end of their days!”

"Witchcraft is not needed to see that. I know all my enemies shall fall," Blueblood said, "but what about the mares? How many mares will I rape and subjugate to my will?" Being a rape victim herself, the gypsy was disgusted by the thought;

Pinkamena: I WONDER WHY.

        Derpy: She ran out of muffins. (brained by the wall)

but desiring to be freed herself, she indulged the prince in his fantasy.

        twow: REALLY wanting to break out the water sniper.

"Your massive stallionhood shall become legendary for the sheer number of deflowered virgins it leaves in its wake!" she said, trying not to cry, "Your virility shames other stallions and makes grown mares weep with joy!" The gypsy felt as though she were going to be ill.

Pinkamena: (vomits)

Fallen: That looks about right.

"Tell me witch, what think you of my sexual prowess?" Blueblood asked, "Who is the better lover? The guard who deflowered your vardo, or the prince who speared your gypsy shit hole?"

        Derpy: Her wagon had a flower in it?

        twow: Derpy...

 Asking the mare to chose between rapists was almost more than she could bear. At that moment, she wanted the world to come crashing down around her. Resisting the urge to sink into despair, the mare knew that in order to live, she had to stroke the prince's ego, among other things.

twow: Taking that back. Electric sawblade. Needs to happen. In fact, you wanna take that back with you Pinkie?

Pinkamena: Thinkin’ about it...

"No contest! It is you, my prince," the mare said, lying through her teeth, "Your god-like stallionhood is a key that unlocked a room of forbidden pleasures within my body." Blueblood gave a lustful groan as he sniffed her sweet-scented hair again. He thanked her for the vision.

        twow: Who wants the brain bleach? I made a batch last night.

        Derpy: PLEASE.

"Now I shall purify you with my holy water," Blueblood said, eagerly. Even though the prince's cock was semi-erect, it was still flaccid enough to perform its main bodily function. A shudder coursed through Blueblood's body as he released his bladder inside her ass and filled her colon with warm piss.

Pinkamena: Blueblood, when I get out of here, I WILL RIP YOUR DICK OFF.

Fallen: Atta GIRL!

twow: (wipes a tear) You make me so proud.

Blueblood: (shudders)

Fallen: Think you can handle her for seven more chapters, future Prince Dickless?

"My princely water makes her anal passage feel as slick as any vardo!" the stallion thought pleasantly, as he enjoyed the warm, wet sensation.

        twow and Derpy: (bust up laughing)

Pinkamena: HOW IS THIS FUNNY!?

        twow: He said that it was slick as a wagon!

 Blueblood pulled everything except out, except for his tip. The prince then slammed forward with terrific force. As her ass was impaled, Blueblood's cock displaced most of the piss inside her. Urine sprayed out of her tight ring as Blueblood's balls slapped against her marehood.

        twow: Is that even...

Fallen: It is now.

The gypsy regretted praising the sodomy earlier, as the increased speeds of his thrusts hurt like no pain she'd ever endured before. The added humiliation of being used as a toilet made her want to vomit.

Pinkamena: Took you long enough.

twow: To be fair, Twilight and Rarity didn’t barf.

Pinkamena: Do I look like Twilight or Rarity?

twow: Well, you could cut your mane, dye it purple, dye your coat purple...(shot by Pinkamena)

Fallen: If you get in the habit of that, Pinkie, I’m never letting you in my armory again.

"I've done what you asked," she sobbed, "I told you your future! Please let me go!" The mare could feel her foal being jostled around inside her belly and prayed this waking nightmare would not harm her child.

        Derpy: As long as there’s no tentacles, I’m good.

"I shall release you," the prince said, pumping himself faster, "once you confess to being a witch."

        twow: You gotta throw her in the lake first.

"If I confess, will you Pinkie promise to return me safely to my home?" the gypsy asked. Blueblood was above making deals with Roma scum like her, but he did need to hear her confess. Begrudgingly, he agreed to her terms, having every intention of keeping his word.

        twow: THERE’S GONNA BE A LOOPHOLE SOMEWHERE!

Fallen: It’s an obvious one. Once she GETS safely to her home, she’s fair game.

Derpy: Oh no. Her “home” is the wagon...

Feeling certain this would end her misery, the mare confessed.

"I'm a witch!" the gypsy screamed, "I'm an evil enchantress! I confess!" Those were the words Blueblood had been longing to hear. Taking a fore-hoof, Blueblood reached underneath and punched the mare in the kidneys.

        twow: Low blow man...

 The sudden pain caused the mare's buttocks and rectal passage to tighten, bringing the prince on the verge of climax.

Pinkamena: Of COURSE he gets off to beating up innocent pregnant mares.

twow: He also gets off to raping fillies and tearing apart assholes.

"Please don't hurt my foal!" she cried, wincing from the pain. Without a word, Blueblood brought a fore-hoof down on the back of the mare's head, rendering her unconscious.

        Derpy: “Boom, Headshot!”

"I'm an honorable stallion," the prince said to himself, as he came in her ass, "Now that you've given me release, I'll  return you safely to your broken down hovel."

Fallen: You mean the vardo.

twow: (snickers)

Blueblood was good to his word. Two guards carried the pregnant mare back to her wagon and set her inside. The gypsy's unconscious frame slept soundly through the night.

Pinkamena: We’re stopping.

Fallen: I second that motion.

twow: Third. And so much.

Fallen: I’m pretty sure this is the closest thing to mercy Blueblood has ever shown. He just... escorts her home.

Derpy: I think we all know that isn’t going to last.

Fallen: Of course it’s not. This story didn’t get its reputation because it LIKES its audience.

twow: I really want to stab everything right now.

Pinkamena: Get in line. I have dibs on Blueblood.

Fallen: Okay, seriously, what’s gotten into you? The Pinkie I know would never be driven to this sort of thing, not even in this state.

twow: Not that I enjoy saying this, but I can see where she’s coming from.

Derpy: It’s the rape angle, isn’t it?

twow: It’s a rough subject for anyone Derpy. I should know that. And the last thing anyone wants to go through is reading about it.

Fallen: That’s not my problem. She HAS read about it. She snapped during “Rarity’s Generous Plan” too, but she never threatened to STAB anyone! And she ESPECIALLY never threatened to rip a guy’s dick off!

twow: Well, Pinkie? It’d probably be easier if you explained.

(Pinkamena pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath.)

Pinkie: There’s only so much a mare can take, you know? It seems like every time a story involves me in any major way, it does its best to wreck me. “Pinkie Pie the filly molester” was just the beginning. “Rarity’s Generous Plan,” “The Story of FillyMena,” “Pin the Tail on the Griffin...” every time I came into the armory or the lab or anywhere else, it just kept piling up and piling up and piling up and up and up and I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

        Derpy: (silently pulls Pinkie into a hug)

Pinkamena: (trying to break out of the hug) I swear to Celestia I’m going to KILL YOU as soon as I get out of here, Blueblood!

Derpy: Pinkie, that wouldn’t help you though. He’s not the problem, the story is. And deep down, it still is gonna come back to you.

Pinkamena: That’s future Pinkie’s problem! Now let me out so I can RIP HIM TO SHREDS!

twow: Well, I care about present Pinkie, and I’m not going to let present Pinkie screw over future Pinkie. Now, please...

Pinkamena: I’m WAY past the point of caring! LET ME-

Fallen: Pinkie, for Christ’s sake, SHUT UP!

(Pinkamena immediately stops struggling and falls silent.)

Blueblood: (from TV) ...might I say something?

Derpy: If it’s anything LESS than your apology, I’m going to insert twow’s electric sawblade and Fallen’s shotgun up your rectum at the same time.

Fallen: Know what, assmunch? I’m with Derpy. If you come at me with all your smug shit, I’m gonna sit back and let Pinkie have her way with you.

twow: Just give me a second to unlock my cabinet... (walks off, then returns with a sawblade sparkling with electricity)...Proceed.

Blueblood: I know that you have no reason to believe me, but I am sorry Pinkie. This was not meant to cause YOU pain, it was for twow.

twow: Because THAT makes it better. And don’t you even start Fallen.

Fallen: Right now I don’t think it matters who you were TRYING to break. Pinkie didn’t do anything to- ...well, she didn’t do anything to deserve something THIS bad.

Pinkamena: And what’s THAT supposed to mean!?

Fallen: I still owe you for “Derpy’s Finest Hour,” that’s what.

Blueblood: You’re right. And because of this, if she promises not to hurt me, I’ll let both of the mares out right now.

twow: Wow. That’s mercy we’ll never see again.

Pinkamena: (giggling unnervingly)

        Derpy: I think that idea just got shot out the window.

Pinkamena: Oh, not necessarily. I won’t HURT him... but I can find so many worse things to do to him.

twow: I guess that counts. So, you two leaving then?

Blueblood: Hmm... I don’t like her answer, so no.

Fallen: That was kind of dickish.

Blueblood: Call it self-preservation.

Fallen: I... can’t argue with that.

twow: (grinning) Now I can let her leave with the sawblade.

Derpy: Uhh...I’m starting to freak out a bit.

Fallen: Are they just intrinsically less stable than us?

Derpy: I think this story has been hurting twow’s mind since this all started and Pinkie’s already not sane right now.

Fallen: Just me, then. Typical.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

When the mare awoke the next morning, her head was quite sore. Her ass was also in considerable pain as she moved a hoof over where the prince had so mercilessly violated her the night before.

        Derpy: Her kidneys got better real fast!

She looked around and realized that she was home in her bed. The gypsy couldn't believe that she had survived the nightmare. Sitting up slowly in bed, she rubbed her pregnant belly tenderly. Even though he was conceived in a violent rape, the mother could not bear any hate towards her foal.

        twow: Course not. Wasn’t his fault at all.

Fallen: There’s a thought. A rape baby that’s the fetus’s fault.

 The child would not pay for the sins of the father. She had resolved to raise her foal with all the love she had to give.

        twow: Hopefully she doesn’t come across any changelings.

Throwing caution to the wind, she knew she couldn't stay in this city another day. She didn't know where she would go or how she would provide for her foal; all she knew that she had narrowly avoided death and would not chance it again,

Pinkamena: ...I don’t think that means anything good.

twow: It means something GREAT! (smacked by everything)

Jumping off of her bed, she landed with a splash on the floor of her wagon. There were a couple inches of water around her ankles. Curious to what was going on, she tried to open a window. It wouldn't open. All of the shutters and doors of her vardo had been bordered up last night as she slept soundly.

Pinkamena: He’s... he’s going to-

Fallen: To drown you. And your foal. In your own home.

twow: He’s twisting the knife so hard it’s like a fucking drill.

The mare pressed an ear up against a crack in the window to hear what was going on. She heard the rushing of waters outside and... voices?

Fallen: In front of a live studio audience.

twow: FUCK MY LIFE.

It was dawn.

        Derpy: Important information right there.

Blueblood stood on a stage overlooking a small crowd to witness the public execution of a confessed witch. Her vardo had been moved during the night next to a wooden crane that was used to unload cargo from ships. The vardo was attached to the crane and was suspended on the surface of the Canterlot River.

twow: Normally used for bathing. 

"Inside this sinister-looking vessel I have trapped a witch," Blueblood said, "She confessed to having premonitions and visions sent by her dark master." The pregnant mare sobbed as she pounded on the window.

"Please!" she cried, "You said you'd allow me to go home and raise my foal! You Pinkie promised!"

Fallen: Ah, but he didn’t break it.

Pinkamena: I need to get rid of loopholes in my Pinkie promises. They just might kill me.

Blueblood walked to the edge of the platform overlooking the river. He talked loud enough so the mare could hear him, but quiet enough that his voice was drowned out by the rush of the river through the wagon wheels.

        twow: So then, she didn’t hear him?

"I kept my promise," Blueblood said, "I let you return to your home in peace. I'll even allow you to raise the little bastard. The first thing you'll need to teach your foal is how to breathe underwater."

        twow: No! This fucker broke the promise! SHE CAN’T RAISE THE FOAL IF IT’S DEAD!!!!

        Derpy: twow, are you...

        (twow shoots the TV with an ice pistol)

Fallen: He’s fine.

 The mare felt as though she were dead, in spite of her rapid heartbeat. She leaned her cheek against the shutters and slipped into despair.

"For your safety we have locked the witch in her mobile coven," Blueblood said, "If you were to look deep in her eyes, she would put you in trances."

        Derpy: ................

Fallen: I love the smell of fandom pandering in the morning. It smells like contrivance.

        twow: I’m going to murder him. After I fast forward in time and kill his children.

"Don't do this!" she screamed in desperation, pounding on the window, "I'm not a witch! Please, I beg you! Spare the life of my unborn foal!" The crowd murmured amongst themselves. The fact that the accused was pregnant was new information. Some in the audience gave sympathetic looks. Blueblood attempted to quell any misgivings about the punishment by clever stratagem.

        Derpy: Alrighty, maybe they’ll let her go now...

"A cunning gypsy trick," Blueblood said, "Be not deceived by the witch's silver tongue. She carries within her womb an unholy demon. We shall cleanse our city of these two evils with one swift act of justice!"

Pinkamena: I. Am going. To MURDER YOU!!!

        Derpy: .....................................................

        twow: “Attention captain, we have two mares down! I repeat, two mares down!”

Blueblood positioned himself to release the lever and send the wagon into the icy waters below.

"Wait!" the gypsy mare screamed. From within her vardo, she shook as though she were having a fit. While the horror of this situation would be enough to unnerve anypony, that's not what was happening here. She was receiving a genuine premonition.

"I'm getting a vision!" the gypsy said, "A doozy of a vision about Prince Blueblood!"

Fallen: Oh, good job. Now you’re giving him justification.

All the audience became quiet to hear her prediction. Even Blueblood was silenced out of curiosity.

        twow: Oh this is gonna be good.

"I see... I see... " the mare said, "A party! The whole kingdom gathers around to celebrate your birthday, my prince! The day of your birth is made a public holiday and your subjects present you with a huge gift!"

Fallen: A dildo wrapped in sandpaper and barbed wire?

        twow: “If the box is ticking, it’s OK!”

The prince was not impressed. He considered last night's prediction to be much more creative.

"We shall see if the fish find your evil pranks amusing," Blueblood said as he released the mechanism, Begone foul creature! You have no right to breathe the free air."

Fallen: Breathing isn’t a right. It’s a biological necessity.

Pinkamena: .

Fallen: ...uh, Pinkie?

twow: Don’t die on us.

The gypsy's possessions were jostled around and smashed onto the floor as the vardo was tossed by the waves. The metal axles underneath were enough to submerge the wagon. The current attempted to pull the wagon down stream, but the rope kept it from drifting far from the crowd, or the prince.

        twow: “Oh look! Dinner and a show!” (curb-stomped by both mares)

Inside her vardo, the mare was hyperventilating. She looked frantically around, desperate for an exit, bit there were none to be found. Water poured in from every leak and crack. The mare hopped up on her bed and sobbed.

Pinkamena: ..

Derpy: Pinkie....

As the vardo sank lower into the river, it became pitch black inside the wagon. The mare shivered as the icy water chilled her home. If she had been able to see anything at all, she would have seen her breath.

        twow: Holy shit! Was it winter?!

She sat in the dark on her floating bed as the icy waters rose around her. In an effort to create a final pleasant moment, the mare stroked her belly and tried not to cry as she sang her child a song.

"When I was a little filly and the sun was going down, the darkness and the shadows they would always make me frown..."

Pinkamena: ...

twow: Can’t even call the twisting of the knife a drill anymore.

Blueblood stared at the taut rope. He assumed that the wagon must be nearly filled by this point. The witch did not have long for this world. He mused as he thought about the seapony tales told by sailors in the royal navy. Blueblood wondered if such creatures did exist, or if they were mere fairy tales.

Fallen: We’ll see what season four brings us, I guess.

twow: My excitement cannot be contained.

As much as he wanted to see his will carried out on the mare, part of him would have enjoyed seeing her saved by seaponies, if only to confirm their existence.

Fallen: Sure. It’s not like you want this mare dead or anything. SEAPONIES!

The waters were rising fast now and the gypsy was treading water. Her head was touching the top of her wagon as she rushed through the end of her song to try and finish it before she ran out of air.

        twow: The knife is now a jackhammer.

        Derpy: Somehow, I don’t think that fits enough.

Fallen: You were onto something with the drill. It just needs to be... about a tenth of the size of the universe.

"...and if he thinks he can scare you then he's got another thing coming and the very idea of such a thing just makes you wanna... (gasp)," The mare took a deep breath of the last remaining air before her body was completely surrounded by water.

        twow: “It just makes ya wanna SHOUT! Lift your hooves up an-” (shot by Fallen)

Fallen: They don’t let ME sing, so you don’t get away with it either.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," she thought to her foal as she held her breath, "I even made a Pinkie promise." The icy water stung her entire body until she could no longer feel any sensation in her extremities. She knew she was going to die in the dark here.

Pinkamena: .....

Fallen: Pinkie Pie. Come on.

twow: “I was born in the dark.”

The mare's air was running out and she became increasingly scared. She futilely banged on the ceiling, but this only depleted her oxygen faster. No longer able to fight her body's natural impulse to breathe, the mare involuntarily opened her mouth and inhaled, sucking in water.

Fallen: I imagined Pinkie as Kirby, and suddenly all seemed more right.

        twow: She just got the Water power. Badass.

The icy liquid flowed down her windpipe, causing her to cough and swallow even more water. As the river rushed down her throat, the mare's vocal chords constricted, preventing water from entering her lungs. Without this diverging path open, all water she swallowed went into her stomach.

        twow: As opposed to going to her spleen.

Fallen: Hey, at least she’s not dying thirsty.

twow: And you call ME tasteless.

Unable to breathe, she began to panic. All her rational thoughts were gone as she tried desperately to save herself and the life of her foal. The gypsy clawed maddeningly with her hooves against the ceiling of her vardo, but it was no use. Her fate was sealed.

Pinkamena: ...........

Fallen: Pinkamena Diane Motherfucking Pie, I swear to piss if you don’t snap out of this RIGHT NOW...

Derpy: PLEASE Pinkie!

twow: Come on Pinks. Just a little more.

She felt herself growing weak as her life started to leave her. The mare's last thoughts were about the foal she would never get to see. Just before her oxygen levels became too low to sustain brain cells, she made her last thought.

Fallen: “I... could’ve had... a V8...”

twow: “So...that’s the power...of Sunny D.”

"It's just as well," she thought, "The world is too evil for souls as happy as ours." The gypsy's body slowly drifted to the floor of her wagon, never to rise again.

Pinkamena: ................... (whimpers, hugs Fallen)

Fallen: You see this, Blueblood? This is your fucking death warrant.

twow: (brandishes electric sawblade)

Prince Blueblood cut the rope, allowing the witch and her child to rot in their watery graves. When he returned to his chambers, he pulled a lock of a curly pink mane out of his pocket. The prince took a sniff and inhaled the gypsy's sweet scent.

        twow: “Bubblegum. Beautiful.”

        Derpy: “I’ve always loved the pink cotton candy.”

 Blueblood felt himself growing erect as he placed his latest trophy beside the purple horn and the dress. Blueblood sat down at his desk and eagerly began to write his latest journal entry.

        twow: We’re DONE.

twow: Well, that was fucking awful.

Pinkamena: (crying against Fallen)

Fallen: I imagine she shares that sentiment.

Derpy: twow, he’s made you already read two chapters of this?!

twow: You were there for the first one.

Derpy: I know, but...man. Are you still sane Pinkie?

Fallen: I’m not sure she’s fit to talk right now. And with the way this shit ended, can you blame her?

twow: (upset) Not really. I can only weep with her.

Blueblood: (from TV) Even though the pink one was hurt, I’d say that this chapter was quite the success! Next time, twow won’t have you to help him and then he’ll...

Fallen: I know your aunts.

Blueblood: ...what?

Fallen: Yeah. Princesses Celestia and Luna visited my armory not long ago, entirely on a whim. I even got a front-row seat to one of their little bonding sessions while they were trapped with me and forced to read about an entirely different kind of bonding session. In fact, I’ll be meeting with them again with another pal of mine to riff my favorite pony story ever. Suffice to say, we’re close acquaintances.

Blueblood: And what relevance does this have to-

Fallen: And I’m willing to bet they have no idea you’re doing this to twow right now. They’ve been on the receiving end of this shit before - hell, I’ve GOTTEN one from Luna - so they know EXACTLY how much of an impact these stories can have on their beloved subjects. You haven’t told them, have you?

Blueblood: ...no, but-

Fallen: GOOD! And I’m sure you’d like them to be kept in the dark about the unholy terror you’re inflicting upon twow, right?

Blueblood: I suppose that would be-

Fallen: Awesome. Tell you what. Since I’m the nicest motherfucker in the area right now, I’ll make an agreement with you. For starters, just because I like watching twow’s mind break like a Kit Kat bar, I’ll keep my trap shut about “120 Days of Blueblood” to the princesses to the best of my ability. And I’ll make sure these lovely ladies do the same.

Blueblood: Well, I hardly see the downside to such an agreement, so I-

Fallen: BUT.

Blueblood: -oh.

Fallen: What happened to Pinkie Pie here today is utterly inexcusable. The last time I saw a mare snap this badly, she was trying to kill HERSELF instead of killing everyone else. If I hear that even ONE other mare that comes through here suffers as Pinkie has suffered today, I WILL notify your precious aunties that it’s directly your fault and shut down your entire fucking operation. twow’s fair game in my book, but YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS.

Blueblood: (gulp)

twow: Using that logic, it’s like we’re not friends. It’s the little things that keep you going.

(The lab doors open and unlock)

twow: There’s your cue guys. Go get some rest, especially you Pinkie.

Pinkamena: ...did you mean all that, Fallen?

Fallen: Every word. I’m fed up with this son of a bitch, and if this happens again, there WILL be hell to pay.

Derpy: And that makes four of us.

twow: (smiling) Don’t worry guys. I’ll do my best to keep everypony sane.

Fallen: At the cost of your own sanity, hopefully. Come on, Pinkie. Let’s get you back home.

Pinkamena: I thought you didn’t want to be seen in Ponyv-

Fallen: I think this is more important right now.

twow: Actually, hold up a quick sec Fallen. Talk to you for a second.

Fallen: Sure. What about?

twow: Back up at the second break when I couldn’t form words for shit, you meant that?

Fallen: Yeah, I meant that too. I think you should keep going and not let this story be what tears you down completely. I get exclusive rights to that.

twow: I swear, we have the definition of a strange friendship down PAT.

Fallen: Yep. You’re the Gavin Free to my Michael Jones.

twow: I can live with that. And Pinkie...

Pinkamena: Yes, twow?

twow: (hands her his electric sawblade) Don’t let Fallen have that.

Fallen: Uh...

(Pinkamena charges out the door, cackling like a madmare.)

Fallen: Real fuckin’ smart.

twow: I needed some amusement. Go catch her.

Fallen: I’m keeping that sawblade if I do. GODDAMN YOU, PINKIE! (runs after Pinkamena)

Derpy: Stay strong twow. (hugs twow)

twow: You know it. Get out of here.

(Derpy lets go and heads out after Fallen, the doors shutting behind him)

Blueblood: Well...

twow: Uh-uh. I get a fucking BREAK. Just go do whatever you do.

Blueblood: ...this one time twow.

twow: Damn straight.

*BUZZ*

twow: I’ve got break sign!