And now it’s time for chapter 7.

This one is called “The Training” And because I know that the NEXT chapter is Rainbow’s, this can only have the foals in it. Oh, fucking yay.

I can’t contain how happy I am that I’m getting closer to the end. Soon I’ll be done. Very soon.

Well, no point in delaying the inevitable. Here’s 120 Days of Blueblood, chapter 7.

        twow: And...it’s done! Well, almost.

        Blueblood: (from TV) What’s that twow?

twow: This, would be an age enhancement gun. It can turn a pony to a certain age and even enhance how they act, but they lose their memories when they age back. It’s still in testing.

        Blueblood: I see.

        twow: Yeah. Who is it this time?

        Blueblood: Come again?

twow: The only reason you’re talking to me is because I have to riff the next chapter. Come on, who is it?

        Blueblood: I wasn’t doing that. I was going to let some ponies visit you for a bit.

        twow: Really now. Who is it?

        (The lab doors open to allow Dinky Hooves and Spike entrance, closing behind them.)

        twow: Dinky!

        Dinky: (hugging twow) It’s great to see you twow! You’ve been down here forEVER.

        twow: Yeah. Been really busy.

        Spike: (looking around) Wow. Twilight wasn’t kidding about this place. It’s pretty cool.

        twow: Yeah, just don’t touch...

        Dinky: (holding age gun) twow, what’s this do?

        twow: Dinky wait!

        (Dinky pulls the trigger and a cloud of white smoke covers the filly.)

        twow: Dinky!

        Spike: Oh no!

        Pinkie: (from TV) T! What’s going on?! And why is SPIKE in there?!

        twow: You’re not gonna like who else is in here.

        (The cloud clears to reveal a teenage unicorn mare where Dinky was.)

        Spike: What?!

        twow: You’ve gotta be kidding me.

        Pinkie: Wow T! Is...is that Dinky?!

        twow: It was.

        Dinky: What...what the hell just happened?

        twow: Language!...well I can’t even get on you for that one.

        Blueblood: Well, since you have some partners...

        twow: Are you out of your damn mind?!

        Blueblood: Consider this a little revenge for your friend threatening me.

        twow: Rusty sawblade up the scrotum Blueblood.

        Spike: Wait, is this a riff?

        twow: Yes. And none of us are going to enjoy this.

        Steel (TV): I AM still here, damn it...

        *BUZZ*

        All: We’ve got story sign!        

"Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions."

        — Aldous Huxley

        twow: That guy must have had a key to all the chastity belts.

The children barely slept at all in their dark cell. The sounds of their churning stomachs kept everypony awake as they attempted to digest their meals from the feast.

Dinky: Wait, wouldn’t it have digested it? I mean, what did they eat?

twow: Well....

Spike: Please don’t tell me it came from their own bodies.

twow: It didn’t.

Spike: Phew.

twow: It came from the princesses.

Spike and Dinky: WHAT?!

twow: Oh this is gonna get awful.

 They stared at the barred ceiling and walls as their minds raced from the events of the day. Their underdeveloped brains couldn't process what the next four months would require of them.

twow: They explained it really well. Sex.

Spike: At this young?

twow: Spike, they won’t be riding the consent train.

        Had they been able to fully grasp the hopelessness of their situation, they most likely would have drifted into severe depression. As it stood, they were still children and had the indelible flame of hope that flickered within them; a flame which the libertines were only too eager to eventually snuff out.

        Dinky: I’m proud of them.

        twow: (singing) “This little light of mine...” (smacked by Spike)

        Scootaloo thought back to her time at the orphanage. She had learned a lot from the nuns who cared for her; especially Sister Spectrum, who taught her about the evils of sex and the wages of sin.

        Dinky: That’s why I’m not allowed to have a coltfriend.

        twow: Sex isn’t evil, it’s how the act is performed.

        Scootaloo had never been more confused in her young life. Everything that the nuns had taught them about the royal sisters was a lie. Celestia and Luna didn't delight in the chastity of ponies.

        twow: Trust me, WE KNOW.

 Instead of being immaculate avatars of purity and hope, the princesses were the most impure and hopeless sinners Scootaloo had ever seen.

        Spike: This story is gonna change that outlook.

        twow: Like you would NOT believe.

        "The princesses are false gods," Scootaloo said bitterly to her fellow prisoners, "They lied to everypony." Such a blasphemous statement would have elicited a severe punishment for Scootaloo under normal circumstances.

        twow: From who?

        Dinky: Where she lived before?

 As it stood, she had a hard time conceiving of a worse punishment than her current situation; she also highly doubted that any of her cellmates would disagree with her assessment.

        Spike: Well, yeah. Can’t get much wor-

        twow: NO SPIKE DON’T SAY THAT!

        "Does Sister Spectrum know about this?" Scootaloo thought, horrified, "Is she... one of them?"

        Scootaloo imagined Sister Spectrum silhouetted in shadows as the royal guards arrived at the orphanage to take the children to the castle. There was an evil glint in the nun's eye as she cast a cruel smile, knowing full well what fate awaited the orphans.

        Dinky: “They paid me well for this.”

        twow: “Next time, I’ll give them foals!”

        "No!" Scootaloo screamed as she shook her head violently before throwing herself prostrate onto the stone ground. Burying her head in her fore-hooves, Scootaloo sobbed long and hard as she tried desperately to erase the wicked ideas from her mind.

        twow: But she didn’t have a #2 pencil.

        Sister Spectrum was like an older sister to the young orphan, and she was not about to let her memories become tarnished by the libertines' perversity.

        "Sister Spectrum would never do anything to hurt us," Scootaloo thought as she continued to cry, "...Would she?"

        Spike: Not if she took care of you until this.

        twow: Then you need to wonder how the hell they were kidnapped.

        Dinky: Didn’t they come here willingly?

        Scootaloo's sobbing prompted the other children to also start crying.

        Pip sat facing the corner of the cell, rocking back and forth as he listened to the wailing of his fellow prisoners. To help console himself, he started singing the Equestrian hymn his mother used as a lullaby when he was a foal.

        twow: “My little pony...”

        Dinky and Spike: Stop.

        "Yes, Luna loves me," Pip sang sadly, "Oh yes, Luna loves me..." The words died in his throat as he thought about the feast and the real Luna. Pip's lip trembled as he was unable to continue the song. The libertines had tarnished one of the few fond memories he had of his mother.

        twow: Guess you could say that they shit on it. (smacked by Spike and Derpy)

 Pip hung his head and bawled his eyes out.

        Drained mentally and emotionally, the fillies and colts eventually ran out of tears and lay on their hay bedding until exhaustion finally claimed them and they drifted off to sleep.

        Dinky: This is gonna fucking suck, isn’t it?

        twow: Language Dinky!

        Dinky: If you expect me to get through this, then I’m gonna talk how I want!

        twow: Oh I hope you get amnesia when that wears off.

        In the morning, Filthy Rich came by to rouse the children. Fancy Pants and Fleur were with him to make sure the children didn't escape. Upon seeing her stepfather, the once-spoiled pink filly ran to the edge of the cage and desperately begged him to release her.

        Spike: If he knows that you’re in here, wouldn’t he have gotten you out anyway?

        twow: Please. He PUT her in there.

        "Father! Father, please!" Diamond Tiara wailed as she reached her hooves through the bars towards her perverted patriarch,

        twow: UGH.

        Spike: The alliteration?

        twow: I’m not even breaking out the Bingo boards.

"I don't know what madness has taken hold of you, but you must fight it! Please father, come to your senses and we can leave this place together! I'll never a tell a soul about what you've done. I promise I'll be a good daughter.

        twow and Dinky: (bust up laughing)

        Spike: Little harsh guys?

        twow: I’m so going to hell for this.

Please show mercy and release me!"

        "Silence!" Filthy Rich barked, sounding like a wild animal. Diamond Tiara whimpered pitifully as tears filled her eyes.

        "You will know release soon enough, you little whore," Filthy Rich said, "But not before you learn how to give it."

        Dinky: “Now spread em!”

        twow and Spike: O_O

        Filthy Rich ordered the children to stand at attention outside their cage. As they did so, he inspected the cell to make sure none of them had relieved themselves during the night. Once he was satisfied that all was in order, he returned to the children.

        twow: They didn’t go while they were asleep?

        Spike: I’m surprised they got any rest then.

        Truffle Shuffle's belly gurgled as his body was eager to expel Celestia's excrement from his system.

        "Please!" Truffle Shuffle begged, "I have to go! I've held it in all night!" Filthy Rich smiled at the pudgy, fidgeting colt. Out of all their captives, the colt cuddler was most looking forward to training Truffle Shuffle. Hearing the chubby colt beg gave Filthy Rich a thrill of perverse pleasure.

        twow: What...I...pain...P...

        Dinky: What the hell are you-

        twow: He used it THREE TIMES!!

        "Of course," Filthy Rich said sympathetically, "My poor little chit, you look as though you'll burst if you don't relieve yourself soon." The chubby colt looked nervously at the stallion as his volatile innards continued to churn.

        Dinky: Churnin like butter.

twow: If I still live in Equestria when you’re naturally this age, you must start riffing with me.

        Dinky: Or, you could keep that gun and we could make this a normal thing.

        twow: I like this idea.

        Spike: Ummm, I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.

        "Fortunately," Filthy Rich continued, "you have several fine mouths available here to use as your toilet." The stallion then gestured to the other five children, who looked horrified. Truffle Shuffle stared at his fellow prisoners hesitantly.

        Spike: “Open wide!!”

        twow: “And a true lady always swallows.”

        He considered relieving himself on the floor as an act of defiance. He wanted to show the libertines he refused to play along with their sick games. The problem was that he knew such an act would be punished most severely, possibly even resulting in his own death.

        twow: Do it.

Dinky: He already KNOWS his life is gonna get worse! Might as well go out with a bang!

 In spite of the horrors he had endured so far, the young colt was not suicidal. Truffle Shuffle wanted to live! To escape!

        "I... I can't," Truffle Shuffle said, backing away from his fellow prisoners, "Please don't make me."

        twow: “But thou must.”

        "Do not disappoint me," Filthy Rich growled ominously, "Now pick a child to accept your waste." Truffle Shuffle cried as he closed his eyes and pointed at Diamond Tiara.

        Dinky: Good choice.

        Spike: Geez Dinky. I didn’t know you didn’t like her.

        twow: “You have chosen...wisely.”

        Spike: Him, on the other hand...

        "No!" the pink filly screamed and attempted to run. She was stopped by Fancy Pants, who levitated the struggling filly into the air.

        "You want to defecate in my stepdaughter's mouth?" Filthy Rich said with a smile, "How delightful."

        twow: I’d prefer to never hear that in real life.

        Fancy Pants then brought the screaming filly before Truffle Shuffle. Fancy Pants forced Diamond Tiara to lay on her back as she continued to shake her head while screaming bloody murder and demanding that they let her go.

        twow: Should have been screaming “Bloody Mary.”

        Dinky: Bloody Mary! Bloody Mary! Bloody Ma-

        Spike: (covering Dinky’s mouth) Are you insane?!

        The chubby colt whimpered as he turned away from Diamond Tiara and positioned his ass over her face. When she saw the chubby colt's anus mere inches from her lips, she stopped screaming and instead kept her mouth closed in protest. Closing her eyes, she turned her head to one side. Having the colt's excrement decorate her face was infinitely preferable to eating it.

        twow: They use that instead of mud now.

        Dinky: I’m never going to the spa again.

        "Open your mouth, daughter," Filthy Rich ordered, "Swallow his shit or I'll make you serve as Celestia's personal chamberpot for the rest of your life." Thinking that her father was mad enough to follow through with his threat, Diamond Tiara acquiesced and slowly opened her mouth.

        Spike: Oh, he is.

        twow: Well, she could just keep not eating it until she was killed.

        Steel (TV): I know I’d rather be dead. (Slurps some AJ Daniels)

 Tears fell to the ground as she braced herself for a second consecutive meal of fecal matter.

        Truffle Shuffle knew how wrong this was, but he couldn't be bothered with that guilt now. He was about to relieve himself and it was going to feel glorious. He felt his first turd start to crown as Diamond Tiara's lip quivered.

        Spike: Celestia’s crown has been found!

        twow: She made Truffle eat it.

        Dinky: That bitch!

 The young colt was about to do the deed, when Fleur flipped a switch, revealing an adjoining room through a hidden door.

        The dungeon was connected to a circular room with a large hole in the middle. Truffle Shuffle's nose was suddenly filled with a strong stench. He looked around and saw that they were mere feet from the libertine's bathroom.

twow: I guess when they cleaned the dungeons from the deal with AJ’s family, they forgot that part.

Spike: Twilight would have been all over that.

Steel (TV): I’ll give her props for that.

 Spying a non-sentient hole in which to relieve himself, the chubby colt ran to the middle of the room and shit down the toilet hole. Once Diamond Tiara realized that Truffle Shuffle was no longer hovering over her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

        Spike: “Thank everything that I didn’t have to eat that.”

        Dinky: “Hopefully we won’t be having another feast.

        Filthy Rich commanded the other children to follow Truffle Shuffle's lead and relieve their bowels into the pit. Shuddering and straining amidst gurgling stomachs and the sounds of farting, the six children expelled their meals from last night's feast.

        twow: Wait a second. They’re shitting out the princesses shit.

Dinky: It’s “shitception!”

Spike: Ow, my brain!        

 Their excrement and urine traveled down the deep hole before landing atop a large pile of wet feces. For years, this room had collected all the waste of the libertines' victims.

        twow: Well, now I know why it smelled awful in there.

        Dinky: Watch, they’re gonna have to bathe in it.

        Spike: (gags)

        twow: What the hell Dinky?!

        Steel (TV): What’s funny is it still smells like the libertines.

        Truffle Shuffle let out a couple of loud farts as he pushed one last bowel movement out of his system. Filthy Rich stood to the side as he watched a long brown log slide out of Truffle Shuffle's ass and down the pit. Filthy Rich imagined what it would feel like to shove his hot stallionhood up the child's rectum.

        Spike: Well then.

        twow: Reactions are your friend Spike.

        Spike: I’m saving them for later.

 Precum started to flow from his semi-erect penis as he thought about mercilessly sodomizing Truffle Shuffle until he bled and begged for mercy. Growing hornier by the second, Filthy Rich walked forward and kissed the surprised colt on the lips.

        Dinky: “You really need some damn ChapStick.”

        twow: Carmax all the way.

        Truffle Shuffle blushed as the stallion held the kiss. The child resisted his instinct to back away, because if he did, he would've fallen into the pit. Filthy Rich darted his tongue inside and ran it along the roof of the colt's mouth.

        twow: “It’s so smooth up here!”

        Spike: Really?

        twow: I’m reaching here.

 In spite of being driven by his lusts, Filthy Rich had enough control to remember the rules. He couldn't claim the young colt's ass until the child had been properly trained and found worthy. The libertine eventually broke the kiss, causing Truffle Shuffle to look away, ashamed.

        twow: Why are you ashamed? It’s not like you WANTED to kiss him.

        Dinky: I don’t think he means that.

        "I'm so proud of you, my little chit," Filthy Rich whispered in the young colt's ear, "You were given your first test and you passed."

        "I don't understand..." Truffle Shuffle said.

        Spike: “I just wanted a cookie.”

        twow: But he wouldn’t go to the dark side.

        "When the body cries out for release, all other false notions of decency dissipate," Filthy Rich said, "You needed to relieve yourself so badly, that you were willing to violate my step daughter's throat. Achieving self gratification at the expense of everything else is what matters in our eyes."

        twow: Oh.

        Dinky: And the realization hits...

        Once the children had all relieved themselves, it was time to begin their lessons. Exiting the bathroom, the children followed the liberties up a winding staircase out of the dungeon and through a long hall into a parlor with several couches divided by curtains. They wouldn't pair off just yet, though.

        twow: Orgies first, pairs later.

        Spike: I guess I’d be down with that.

        twow: ...

For now, the goal was for the libertines to instruct the children on the proper performance of their duties. Being the most eloquent of the libertines, Fancy Pants stepped forward to address the children.

        "Some who would defame us say that we are slaves to our bodily urges," Fancy Pants said, "They claim we have not mastered our bodies, but that our bodies have mastered us."

Dinky: Seeing as how you are all batshit insane, wouldn’t your MIND have mastered you?

twow: Nah. Probably their dicks. (smacked by Dinky)

        The stallion's words caused Truffle Shuffle to feel a sudden surge of guilt for what he had been willing to do to Diamond Tiara. He felt deeply ashamed and was unable to look at her.

        "I'm not becoming one of them," he thought bitterly, "I'm not..."

        twow: Yes you arrrrrrrrrrrrre.

        Spike: Be nice twow!

        twow: I’m trying, but this story makes me not nice.

        "Such fools emphasize the need for chastity and abstaining from physical pleasures for the sake of purifying their soul," Fancy Pants said, "These simpletons delude themselves, for there is no soul. They are all slaves, shackled to a false idea of some reward in the hereafter for denying themselves pleasure in the flesh."

        Dinky: Well, we could always kill you and you could find out for us.

        twow: Let’s forget to tell him that it’s a one-way trip.

        Scootaloo felt the anger boiling inside her as she thought about the disgusting libertines having the nerve to mock the values she and Sister Spectrum cherished.

        "We bring to the world this great truth," Fancy Pants said benevolently, "Only through unbridled lust and wanton depravity can one obtain the greatest pleasures in life. We are achieving the full measure of our creation when we embrace libertine philosophy."

        twow: No, you’re just getting off by causing foals pain.

        Spike: I don’t think they were hugged enough as children.

        Shaking with rage, Scootaloo was unable to keep silent any longer. Fluttering her wings as she jumped in front of Fancy Pants, Scootaloo began to quote from the princesses' scriptures.

        "Woe unto ye, liars and hypocrites!" Scootaloo cried out, turning Celestia's own words against her libertine followers, "The princesses don't keep their commandments!"

        twow: Wait, Celestia’s a PART of this!

        Dinky: But, didn’t they not want all of Equestria to be like them?

Spike: I think so. That explains why they would create rules to prevent all of Equestria to be like them.

        twow: Damn you two are smart.

        Dinky: That’s what my mom says.

        The other children shrunk back, afraid of what might happen to Scootaloo. The young pegasus closed her eyes and flinched as Fancy Pants moved towards her. She was expecting to be stuck down for her outburst and was quite surprised when Fancy Pants simply smiled at her. Filthy Rich and Fleur chuckled quietly.

        All: This isn’t gonna end well.

        Fancy Pant appreciated the boldness of young filly and saw in her brazenness a desire for further understanding, which he was only too happy to impart.

        "There's no need to ruffle your pretty little feathers, my dear little cuntie," Fancy Pants said, "I'm sure you are wondering why Celestia and Luna preach morality and chastity when they themselves have enjoyed more than an eon of baser pleasures."

        Dinky: Because they are hypocritical cunts.

        twow: (wipes a tear) I couldn’t have said that better myself.

        Spike: I’m the only sane one in here.

 Scootaloo gave a single nod, while keeping her expression reserved.

        "The princesses know that most are unworthy of their own bodies," Fancy Pants said, "Celestia ad Luna wanted to share their libertine gospel with all of Equestria, but their message was rejected. Many ponies were unwilling to give in to their lusts and instead became unnatural beings who desired morality.

        Spike: That’s not unnatural!

twow: Well, the princesses have been like this, I guess from the beginning. It’d be weird to them.

        Dinky: If my dad ever went to that universe, he’d have some words for them.

 It pained the princess to withhold the greater knowledge from her subjects, but since Celestia is a benevolent ruler, she gave her citizens what they desired. Celestia shackled all ponies with a moral code to punish them for rejecting the truth of carnal pleasure."

twow: Wait a sec. If they didn’t want to do it in the first place, then they didn’t NEED the moral code! They were already not doing it!

Spike: And in that case the code wouldn’t have mattered because they would just keep living how they did before!

        Dinky: That ONE sentence made the logic of the princesses fall apart at the seams.

        Steel (TV): (Simply keeps his logic to himself, sipping his alcohol.)

        Fancy Pants repeated what had been told to him by the princesses. This was also a lie. Not even the libertarians were trusted with the whole truth. The only ones who knew what really happened were the royal sisters.

        twow: I think that we’re gonna need to break before we hear this.

        Spike: Yeah.

        Dinky: Good idea twow.

Pinkie: (from TV) Are you three doing okay?

        twow: Still annoyed that I’m with two younger people, but we’re alright.

        Spike: This story is ridiculous!

        twow: How so?

Spike: Think about it. If you actually take the time and think, none of this makes any logical sense.

Dinky: For one, I think that more ponies would take notice if their foals were disappearing.

        Spike: And as for the moral code thing, I don’t understand that part at all.

        twow: I think it might have been for the ones that were too chicken to take part.

        Steel (TV): So I don’t have to say it. Cool.

Dinky: But if, in the beginning, they could have done it anyway, then they didn’t have a NEED to be chicken about it.

Spike: And if it was supposed to be a punishment, it was a lousy one because it wouldn’t have changed how they would have acted.

twow: Well, it would have affected the ones that WANTED to be like this.

Dinky: Until the princesses made them part of their secret circle.

Steel (TV): Actually, a bit about that. I don’t wanna give this story points, it’s utter shit, but maybe the Princesses had a bit of foresight on that?

twow: It’s a possibility.

Steel (TV): Aye. The story kinda debunks that theory, hence why I said it’s shit. (Slurps his alcohol) God, you’ve really gotta try this stuff. 80 proof, sober in 3 minutes. AJ’s awesome for giving me a deal on this stuff... I think she cleans with it, though... (Shrugs, sipping more as he goes over some paperwork.)

twow: You’re gonna kill yourself at that rate.

Pinkie: I’m sorry you three, but are you ready to get back to it?

Dinky: Let’s do this shit!

Spike: I guess we might as well.

twow: Alright Pinkie.

Blueblood: And a little warning, this is when the weird stuff for this chapter starts.

twow: Joy.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

        One thousand years ago, Celestia and Luna ruled Equestria in harmony. In their vain desire for eternal youth and beauty, the princesses cast what they thought was an immortality spell. In actuality, it turned out to be an immorality spell, which was so potent that it affected all of Equestria.

        twow: Those “T’s” are the hardest to remember.

        Dinky: “See kids? THIS is why you get “A” in spelling!”

        The world quickly devolved into chaos, as all the citizens had formed one huge, continuous orgy. Stallions spread every orifice of every gender with their hot, pulsating members.

        twow and Spike: Kinky. (smacked by Dinky)

        Dinky: What the hell?!

        twow and Spike: Worth it.

 Mares became pregnant and didn't even stop sucking cocks when it was time to give birth.

        Spike: That is serious dedication right there.

        twow: ...I got nothing.

 Their offspring were then forced to participate in the orgy long before they would ever feel arousal themselves. Before receiving nourishment from their mothers' teats, foals learned how to suckle on cocks and clits.

        twow: Because that will help them grow.

        Dinky: Of course. It’s best to start early.

        Spike: ...are you two alright?

        twow: Nope.

        Dinky: Not at all.

        Steel (TV): Never were.

        As a result of the princesses embracing their new immoral nature, they were unfazed by the perversity which pervaded the planet. Their only focus remained their quest for immortality; even if that meant reading forbidden scrolls of dark magic that no moral pony would consider.

        twow: You two are ALICORNS. Why the fuck can’t you just live?!

        Spike: The author needed a reason to justify this.

 One scroll told of a ancient rite which granted eternal youth and beauty at the cost of virgin sacrifices.

        Unfortunately for them, after casting the immorality spell, virginity had become increasingly rare commodity throughout Equestria. Concepts such as morality and chastity were completely wiped from the public conscience, which meant that the sisters' secret rite for eternal beauty was in jeopardy unless they acted fast.

        twow: I’m still calling bullshit on the “blood” theory.

        Dinky: Maybe they are secretly vamponies.

        Spike: “I vant to bathe in your blood.”

        To increase the number of potential sacrificial candidates, Celestia and Luna decreed that the world had been seduced by the whisperings of Discord, who had clouded the minds of their subjects and led them astray.

        Dinky: Did he even exist in this universe?

        twow: I think that he’s supposed to be the god of hell here.

        The princesses set forth a list of commandments that were to be obeyed by the populace, lest they be smitten with hellfire. Faced with the threat of annihilation, the royal subjects began to repent, which freed them from the immorality spell. Ponies all over Equestria pledged to live lives of chastity and morality and to shun the temptations of the flesh.

        twow: Seems rather legitimate.

        Spike: This is bull.

        The public orgies were banned and only a select, secret few were permitted to join the princesses in enjoying a libertine lifestyle. Celestia and Luna hid their deeds from their subjects so as not to appear hypocritical.

        Dinky and twow: Even though they fucking ARE!!

        Spike: Geez. Calm down.

 As far as the general population was concerned, Celestia and Luna were Goddesses of purity who had descended from on high to save ponies from their sins.

        twow: Please never compare these twats to Jesus again.

        Dinky: Who?

        twow: Don’t ask.

        For one thousand years, chastity and morality were preached by the princesses to a penitent public. Slowly the number of virgins increased, enabling the princesses to sacrifice mares and fillies as often as was required for Celestia and Luna to maintain their youth and beauty.

        Spike: Truly, the world will be a better place with them existing.

        twow: And it only took twenty-five thousand virgins for it.

        "We will now start your morning lessons," Fleur said, "Prince Blueblood has declared that time is to be set aside each morning for you to practice the art of masturbation."

        twow: Hey Dinky, you’ve been taking sex ed classes. Don’t you know what that is?

        Dinky: I’m not going to answer that.

        Spike: I know that I do.

        twow: Moving on now.

        Spike: Don’t you want to hear the whole story...

        twow: MOVING ON NOW.

        Scootaloo looked around nervously at her fellow prisoners. She could tell at a glance who had at least a cursory knowledge of self pleasure. Silver Spoon and Featherweight, being the most innocent, had no idea what Fleur was talking about.

        Dinky: Can I call bullshit on that?

        twow: You were gonna do that anyway.

        "As the best frigger in the castle, I shall direct you on how to frig a prick," Fleur said, "I will guide your young hooves. Soon you will each learn the proper motions, the intricacies of the tempo, how much speed is required and, most importantly, you will learn how to pay attention to the visual cues of the stallion you're frigging."

        Spike: Eh?

        Dinky: Wha?

twow: Bronystories, I just learned a new word. I think you’ve earned this again. (slow claps)

        Two fainting couches were set up in the middle of the room, with Filthy Rich and Fancy Pants each reclining on one of them. The libertines' limp stallionhoods hung loose from their sheaths as they looked sternly at the children. The stallions were silently daring their prisoners to object or refuse, but none did.

        Spike: It’s cute how the story is trying to say they had a choice.

twow: They put a rocket on the rape train.        

Their silence was not due to compliance, but shock and revulsion.

        "In addition to mastering the technique," Fleur said, "you will also learn what attitudes and postures are most conducive to the operation's success; furthermore, punishments will be inflicted on those who at the end of a fortnight, despite these lessons, should fail to perfect their proficiency in this art."

        Dinky: Seeing what you’ve already done, nothing short of death would be effective.

        twow: What if they killed them, and then brought them back?

        Dinky: O_O

        Silver Spoon and Featherweight were chosen as the first two 'volunteers.' Neither gender nor age meant anything to the libertines. None were exempt from their perverted lessons. The other four children watched as their friends were subjected to the basest of degradations.

        twow: “Phew, it’s not my turn.”

        Spike: “I knew it was a good idea to give her the short straw.”

 The remaining children took a small measure of comfort in knowing that they were being ignored...at least for now.

        "You four had better pay attention," Fleur snapped at the other children, "You'll be called upon to perform soon enough."

        Dinky: Get Sweetie. She’s great at dancing.

        twow: She’s also really dead.

        Dinky: D:

        Featherweight couldn't bring himself to look at Filthy Rich. The young colt hadn't even touched himself before and yet here he was, forced to fondle Filthy's flaccid phallus.

        "Fleur, I think you'd best devote your attention to the filly," Filthy Rich said as he used his fore-hoof to tussle Featherweight's mane, "I dare say this young scamp is more familiar with how to handle a stallion's equipment."

        twow: How do you figure that?

        Spike: He’s masterbated before?

        "I... I've never touched myself before," Featherweight confessed quietly, "Not like this."

        Spike: ...crap.

        The prospect of corrupting one as innocent as Featherweight was too tantalizing for Filthy Rich to bear.

        "Please don't make me," Featherweight said, as he averted his eyes from the libertine's stallionhood, "I don't want to do this."

        twow: Dude, you already ate shit! When will you learn that you have NO CHOICE.

        Dinky: Right after he inserts his penis into Feather’s butt.

        "You wretched buggerer," Filthy Rich said as he hit the colt across the face, "I care as little for your wants as I care for your idiot father."

        "My father died for me," Featherweight said, "He was a great stallion."

        "Indeed," Filthy Rich said as a droll smile crossed his lips, "Without his sacrifice, you wouldn't be here to service me. I suppose I at least owe him that consideration."

        All: DICK.

 Featherweight felt a lump form in his throat and anger simmer within his breast.

Dinky: You know what he should do?

Spike: What?

Dinky: Take his dick, and rip it off.        

(twow and Spike wince and cross their legs)        

        Meanwhile, Fleur was teaching Silver Spoon how to best entice males.

        twow: Look at them and blink.

        Spike: Narrow your eyes and smile.

        "Before you learn how to pleasure a stallion, you must first arouse him," Fleur said, "Sit beside him and show him your bottom."

        Obediently, Silver Spoon crawled up onto the fainting couch and faced away from Fancy Pants. She blushed as he ogled her sacred private parts.

        twow: (sighs)

        Spike: Something wrong?

        twow: I’m trying to decide it it’s worth getting mad at the alliteration.

        "Please don't look," Silver Spoon said, "I'm so ashamed."

        "As well you should be," Fancy Pants said, scoldingly, "To have a cunny as petite as yours and not share it, is a crime against nature. We'll soon remedy that; but for now though, tell me what you know about frigging a prick."

        Dinky: I’m going to guess that she’s skilled at it.

        twow: Depends. Does she like suckers?

        "Alas!" Silver Spoon said, blushing to the ears, "I don’t even know what you’re talking about."

        "Well then I’ll explain, my little cuntie," Fancy Pants said, as he bestowed heartfelt kisses upon the filly's bottom, "Our unique pleasure in this world is to educate little fillies, and the lessons we give are so excellent they prove unforgettable.

        Spike: He acts like he cares...

        twow: But Spike, he DOES care!

        Dinky: About getting off.

Spread your hind legs, for if we are to teach you how to give us pleasure, it's only fair that at the same time we teach you what to do in order to receive pleasure."

        Silver Spoon stood on the couch and spread her hind legs wide enough for a hoof to pass between them. Fleur stepped in to educate her about the female body. The mare stepped forward and placed a hoof on Silver Spoon's tight vagina.

        twow: “Wait, I pee out of there!”

        Dinky: We KNOW what it is twow!

        "This, my dear, is called a cunt," Fleur said, "I will now tell you what you must do to your cunt in order to awaken a very felicitous sensation within you. Place one fore-hoof between your legs and lightly rub it against this little protuberance you feel here. This is what is called a clitoris."

        Spike: Not according to the story.

        twow: “Really? I thought it was called a sphincter!”

        Dinky: I will eviscerate you.

        Silver Spoon followed the instructions. Resting her head on one end of the couch. the filly brought a fore-hoof between her legs and pressed it against her marehood. Fancy Pants adjusted her hoof and felt himself growing hard as he watched the filly discover her body for the first time.

        "That’s the way, yes!" Fancy Pants said, encouragingly, "Well?! Don’t you feel anything yet?"

        Dinky: “It’s so warm!”

        twow: “Time for smores!”

        "No, I truly don’t," Silver Spoon answered, naively.

        "Ah, that’s because you are still too young," Fancy Pants said, dismissively, "but years from now you’ll see the pleasures it gives."

        "Wait," Silver Spoon said, interrupting him, "I think something’s happening!"

        Spike: “I’m peeing water!”

        twow: “Heh, that’s not water.”

        Dinky: Okay, both of you stop it.

        Steel (TV): “Oh GOD, save the smores!”

        With great vigor Silver Spoon rubbed the place that had been pointed out to her. A few faint titillations convinced the filly that what she’d begun was worth continuing. She rubbed herself harder, allowing her youthful enthusiasm to run headlong into sexual discovery. Before she could bring herself to a climax however, Fleur stepped in and removed her hoof.

        twow: And it magnetized back.

Spike: So that’s why stallions are attracted to mares. Mares have hidden magnets! (smacked by Dinky)

        "That's enough," Fleur said, "Your self-stimulation has achieved its purpose by arousing his desires."

        Silver Spoon panted heavily as her beet-red face turned to look at Fancy Pants. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his massive erection. Since Fancy Pants was hard as a rock, they were ready to move on to the next phase.

twow: You know that you have no hope in life when watching a filly masterbate turns you on.

Dinky: He was thinking about soap.

twow: What.

Dinky: I have no idea what I’m talking about.

        Steel (TV): There’s nothing more innocent than a bar of soap!

Filthy Rich was less nuanced about his methods for generating arousal. He simply ordered for his stallionhood to be showered with kisses until it became hard. It was a request that Featherweight felt mortified to carry out, but complied in spite of the revulsion he felt. In no time, Filthy Rich was hard and leaking thin strands of precum.

Dinky: Too much info right there.

Spike: This story is turning me off to sex for a long time.

twow: Twilight will be thrilled. (smacked by Spike)

Steel (TV): Ok, THAT was a low blow.

        "Mmm, yes. Suck my stones," Filthy Rich said as his testicles were tickled by the colt's tongue. Precum dripped from the shaft onto Featherweight's nose, causing him to flinch.

        "Gently now," Filthy Rich said, cautiously, "If you bite me, I'll knock those little teeth out of your pretty little head."

        twow: I’m pretty sure you aren’t allowed to damage the merchandise, dumbass.

        Dinky: He’s gonna put them back.

        twow: With WHAT?!

        Dinky: Duct tape.

        Featherweight had managed to fit the entirety of the stallion's sweaty sack inside his mouth. Filthy Rich shivered with pleasure as he removed his balls from the colt's mouth and directed the child to prepare himself for the next phase.

        Spike: Dancing!

        twow: Only if they are doing the tango.

        Feeling sick from the taste of the stallion's genitals, Featherweight thought as though he would throw up. Resisting the urge, the young colt tried to not do anything to arouse Filthy Rich's anger.

        "Now, my little feathered faggot,

        twow: NOW he’s doing it on purpose.

        Dinky: Didn’t he write this before he met you?

        twow: Means nothing!

" Filthy Rich said, "Are you aware of how to work a butter churn?"

        "Yes," Featherweight said, "We had one at the orphanage that was part of our daily chores."

        "Splendid," Filthy Rich said, "Such a task bears many similarities to your new chore. For one thing, both yield a rich cream when done properly."

        twow: I could have done that better.

        Spike: What, the joke?

        twow: Yes. “When you churn this, expect a plentiful supply of milk.”

        Dinky: That’s fucking gross twow.

        twow: I’ve done my job.

        Gesturing for the colt to move closer, Filthy Rich positioned his stallionhood right in front of the child. The stallion's tool was so monstrous that the colt's spindly fore-hooves looked as though they were in danger of breaking due to the sheer weight of his cock.

        Dinky: Please. Two inches is not that big.

        twow: He’s bigger than Blueblood.

        Spike: Really guys?

        twow: You say that like I should have regrets about saying that.

        "This, my child, is called a prick," Filthy Rich said, proudly, "You have one yourself, but I dare say it's nowhere near as impressive as mine."

        twow: It’s also called a penis.

        Spike: Also a dick.

        twow: Also a “member”

        Spike: I’ve heard it be called a “shaft.”

        twow: “Pole is one of them.”

        Steel (TV): Can’t forget cock.

Dinky: Okay ENOUGH!        

        The stallion held Featherweight's fore-hooves and proceeded to guide them up and down the length of his shaft.

        "This movement you're performing here," Filthy Rich said as he moved the colt's fore-hooves with increasingly rapid jerks, "This action is called frigging. Thus, by means of this action you frig my prick."

        twow: It’s also called “jacking off.”

        Spike: Also...

        Dinky: DON’T. YOU. DARE.

(Meanwhile, in a DJ booth far away...)

Vinyl Scratch: (ear twitches) I just missed the euphemism motherload!

        Featherweight shuddered as some of the stallion's precum dribbled onto his hooves. This unwanted lube made the colt's job easier, as he continued the jerking motions after the libertine stopped guiding his movements. Filthy Rich leaned back and watched as the colt proceeded to give him a decent hoofjob.

        twow: How do you gauge that?

        Spike: His hooves went up and down.

        Dinky: And not sideways.

        On the other couch, Silver Spoon had reached a similar point in her training. Having a cutie mark which symbolized her skill at cleaning silverware, the filly found it quite natural for her to polish a cock.

        twow: Oh. How convenient.

        "Go to it, my child, put all your strength to it," Fancy Pants said, "The more rapid and persistent your movements, the quicker you will hasten my climax."

        Dinky: And we want that shit done as FAST as possible.

        The pressure built until it could no longer be contained. Anticipating his release, Fancy Pants knocked Silver Spoon onto her back and stood over her. The frightened filly stared as his stallionhood twitched and his cock head flared ominously.

        "That’s it," Fancy Pants said, "We’re shortly going to see something, my little one."

        twow: “Here comes the ra-” (smacked by Dinky)

        Dinky: Horrible choice of words.

        Fancy Pants ejaculated on Silver Spoon's chest. Her belly was drizzled in his salty stallion sauce.

        twow: REALLY?!

        Spike: Wow. He really hates those.

Once his load was spent, he sat on the couch and reveled in his orgasm. Fleur leaned in to suck the last, lingering traces of cum from his cock, before she moved over to Sliver Spoon. Fleur then proceeded to lick the stallion's cum off of the dazed and confused filly's chest.

        Dinky: How are you confused? He came on you. It’s not that deep.

        twow: But it sure was plentiful. (smacked by Dinky and Spike.)

        Filthy Rich took careful aim as he had Featherweight sit back and hold his mouth open.

        "Here's your cream, my little colt cunt,"

        twow: (twitches uncontrollably)

        Spike: Dude, chill out!

Filthy Rich said as he blew his load all over Featherweight's face. The first drop of semen hitting his tongue prompted the colt to close his mouth.

        "You dare to close your hole when I'm using it?" Filthy Rich barked, "Open it this instant or I'll break your worthless jaw!"

        Spike: And then he wouldn’t be able to use it anyway.

        Dinky: Spike, we’ve established that they are all dumbasses.

        Steel (TV): Pretty sure he’d find a way, anyway...

        Featherweight opened his mouth wide, allowing Filthy Rich to shoot his remaining streams directly down the child's throat.

        "There we go. That wasn't so bad, was it?"

        All: YES IT WAS.

Filthy Rich said, in mock compassion, "Now swallow."

        The colt shook from disgust and shame as he forced himself to ingest the stallion's semen. Featherweight sat there and silently mourned the loss of something just as precious to him as a parent: His innocence.

        "Please," Featherweight said as cum dripped down his chin, "Please let us go. This isn't right."

        twow: How long before you came to THAT conclusion?

        Dinky: 32 minutes and 15 seconds.

        "I know you may feel empty inside now," Filthy Rich said, "But soon you will learn to feel completely full only when you have a cock inside you."

        Fleur looked at the other four children who had watched the events unfold with rapt attention.

        "So," Fleur said as she licked a dollop of Fancy Pants' cum from her lips, "Who's next?"

        Spike: The silence was deafening.

twow: “I got the eardrops!”        

        The next several weeks passed by quickly as one continuous blur of orgies and cum shots. Fleur worked to teach her students every trick she knew to make dicks spew goo. After their lessons, the six children had been transformed into the most delicious corps of friggers the castle had ever seen.

        Dinky: That’s...nice?

        twow: ...Once again, I got nothing.

        Steel (TV): Least their memory is the first thing to give out.

Their efforts seamlessly produced semen as naturally as an apple tree produces apples.

        The children derived no pleasure from their duties. Instead, they viewed servicing the libertines as an uncomfortable daily chore that had to be endured as sexual slaves. Their only peaceful moments were within the confines of their dungeon cell.

        twow: That’s a sad thought.

        "We've got to stand united," Scootaloo said, "We have to remain pure in heart, lest we become corrupted like our libertine overlords." The six children made a pact to resist the libertines influence as much as possible, but some things were beyond their control.

        Dinky: Like...everything?

        Being prohibited from bathing meant that their coats were covered in a layer of unbearable body odor. The children reeked of the libertines sexual secretions and sweat. The foul smell of stale, dried semen and vaginal ejaculate only served to arouse the adults even further.

        Dinky: (barfs)

        twow: Oh, that is NASTY. They must have been drenched in Blueblood’s Elixir of Life.

        Spike: (gags) And that entails...

        Steel (TV): (Covers his mouth) Let’s... not explore that, eh?

        The children were still prohibited from being penetrated. They simply commingled with the libertines and honed their skills in stimulating the sex organs of the adults. After nearly a month of sexual slavery, the children began to feel the mental strain on their sanity.

        twow: They’re still sane?!

        Dinky: Wow. That is impressive.

        One night, Filthy Rich and Fancy Pants were obligated to visit the children's cell late one night after a Royal Guard reported the most blood-curdling screams emanating from the dungeon.

        The two stallions arrived and saw five of the children huddled in a corner of the cell, staring horror-struck at the flailing filly in the middle of their cage. Silver Spoon was thrashing about on the stone ground, screaming until her throat was in danger of giving out.

        twow: She was dreaming about being free.

        Spike: The foolishness of that drove her mad.

        Steel (TV): A drink for the fallen. (Takes a drink from his alcohol)

It looked as those she had gone mad from grief.

        "What's all this then, you sobbing shit stain?"

        Dinky and Spike: (looks at twow)

        twow: What?

        Dinky: Just waiting.

        twow: I’m not mentioning it.

 Filthy Rich asked annoyed as Silver Spoon continued to bawl.

        Unlike the other children, Silver Spoon had a living parent who still cared deeply for her. This knowledge gave her a sense of loss unique amongst the libertines captives. Silver Spoon recalled cherished memories of the one who had given her life and loved her. Her cruel reality invaded Silver Spoon's tender imagination, resulting in a flood of tears.

        Spike: I bet they killed her mother.

        Dinky: That’s awful!

        twow: But would you be surprised?

        Steel (TV): I know I’m surprised with Spike.

        "It's your mama you're crying for, isn't it, my little snotface?" Fancy Pants said phlegmatically, "Come here and let me comfort you."

        twow: The joke made itself.

        Unlocking the cage, the two stallions stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Fancy Pants' thunderous prick was visible for all the children to see.

        All: TWO INCHES IS NOT. THAT. BIG!!!!

 The other five watched helplessly as the stallion approached Silver Spoon's fragile frame. Her tears flowed abundantly down her cheeks as she stared at the horny libertine who was eager to discharge his seed.

        "Well, bugger me with Discord's dong,"

        Dinky: Oh, I’d be so happy if that happened.

 Fancy Pants said as he looked down at the quivering filly, "I dare say it's impossible for a pretty mouthful like yourself to look lovelier than you do right now."

        Ignoring his lecherous words, Silver Spoon made known the desires of her heart. She looked over at Filthy Rich, who owned her mother as a slave and begged him to grant her one request.

        Spike: Wha...how?

        twow: So THAT explains how she got Silver so easily.

        "Please," she said, "Use me as you like, but just let my mother know that I'm still alive."

        There was a pause as the libertines were taken aback by the audacity of a child requesting a favor of them.

        twow: Oh my god, it’s not that deep.

        Dinky: Yeah assholes, she’s only been sucking your dick for over a MONTH.

        "Tell her I'm... happy as a servant in the castle," Silver Spoon said as she struggled to lie with conviction, "I don't want her to worry about me. You'll tell her, won't you?"

        "I'm sure I don't know where she is now," Filthy Rich said. Silver Spoon felt her heart break.

        twow: How do you lose a slave?

        Spike: With effort.

        "After you were taken away, your contemptible bitch of a mother refused to work," Filthy Rich said, dispassionately, "The sorrow over her missing child consumed all her thoughts and led to her crippling depression. I have no use for shiftless servants, so I sold her to a stallion who desired her for her body."

        Spike: Or money. Money’s an option.

        twow: Hell, I’m surprised that he didn’t want to fuck her himself.

        Dinky: Silly twow. He only gets hard at fillies.

        As Filthy Rich spoke these horrifying words to Silver Spoon, Fancy Pants groped and fondled her body. She felt as though she would be sick.

        "Please," Silver Spoon cried as she resisted the sensual nature of Fancy Pants' touch, "at least respect my sorrow. I mourn my mother’s fate. She was dear to me, and now I fear that I shall never see her again. Have pity upon my tears; grant me this one evening of respite."

Dinky: All raise your hands if you think he’ll do it...wait don’t because it’s FUCKING OBVIOUS!

twow: Is the answer “B?” (smacked by Dinky)

        The libertines were quite oblivious to her pleas, intent only on their pleasure.

        "Well, screw my sockets!" Fancy Pants exclaimed, as he began frigging his sizable prick, "I’d never have believed this scene could be so voluptuous. Lay down, my dear, that I might smear my essence on your cunt."

        Spike: Wow. This stallion is a disgrace to life.

        twow: I’m taking away his breathing rights.

        Dinky: I got the rope!

        Without the faintest regard for her feelings, Silver Spoon complied with the stallion's request. She lay on her back with her legs spread, exposing her vagina. If this had been the deflowering hour, her merchandise could not have been better displayed. As it stood, there was still yet more to attend to before the children were allowed to be depucelated.

        Spike: Is...is that a word?

        twow: I can’t tell with Bronystories.

        Silver Spoon continued to sob as Fancy Pants frigged his prick, while Filthy Rich eyed the other children to make sure they didn't try to assist their friend. The two stallions soaked up the filly's grief like a pair of sadistic sponges.

        Dinky: Wait for it...

        twow: Oh, COME ON!!!

        Dinky: There it is.

        "I'm sorry for bringing you sorrow, mama," Silver Spoon blubbered, "Wherever you are, please forgive your little Silver Spoon."

        twow and Dinky: IT WASN’T YOUR FUCKING FAULT!

        twow: Don’t be sorry for something you had no control over!

        Fancy Pants pressed the tip of his swollen member against the hood of Silver Spoon's clit and discharged his semen onto her pussy lips. The slimy substance slid down her slit until her entire crotch area was glazed in cum.

        Spike: It looked like a glazed donut.

        twow: And I can never eat those again.

        "That's as far as I dare go," Fancy Pants said, "Right now, I shan't part your feminine curtains, lest I invoke the prince's wrath; but be patient, my little cuntie, for soon you shall know the thrill of a cum-filled cooze."

        twow: It’s like riding a rollercoaster that’s covered in semen.

        Silver Spoon was too emotionally exhausted to move. She knew she would never see her mother again. Unable to remain silent any longer, Scootaloo chastised the stallions.

        Dinky: Nononono, Scoot, sit the hell down!

        "You monsters!" Scootaloo said as tears ran down her face, "How can you be so cruel?"

        twow: The princesses.        

        Spike: (hits Easy button)

        With unnatural swiftness, Filthy Rich rushed over to Scootaloo, which frightened the pegasus enough to send her toppling back onto her bottom. Filthy Rich's eyes were wide and his face formed a hideous grin that made Scootaloo's blood run cold.

        twow: (singing) “I fell into a burnin’ ring of fire..” wait.

        Dinky: (facehoof)

        "You damned little twat," Filthy Rich said as he began foaming at the mouth, "You don't know what cruelty is. Not yet; but you'll learn it soon enough. You have my word on that."

        Spike: “Guys! Filthy needs his rabies shot!”

        Scootaloo's heart was pounding from fear. Needing an outlet for her sorrows, Scootaloo thought about praying like Sister Spectrum had taught her. The words died in her mouth when Scootaloo realized that the princesses she had spent her whole life praying to were the same ones who forced her to eat shit.

        twow: Well, that fucked up THAT religion for her.

        Deciding to invoke the name of a different God, Scootaloo closed her eyes and began to pray in front of the libertines

        "Discord, are you there? It's me, Scootaloo," she said, "I don't know if praying to you will result in endless torment. All I know is the fiery pits of Tartarus can't be any worse than Celestia and Luna.

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

        Dinky: Oh my fucking...

        Spike: Wow. That is depressing. I don’t wanna be here anymore.

 Please, if you can hear my prayer, deliver us from these awful libertines. Help save us before our virgin bodies are deflowered."

        "You dare utter a prayer in my presence, you pious little piss hole?" Filthy Rich said, "Desiring to keep ones virginity intact is a crime worthy of death."

        Spike: Then every virgin needs to die.

        Dinky: They will when the princesses get a hold of them.

        "Fine!" Scootaloo said, growing indignant, "Kill me then, before you dishonor me. Free my soul of its fleshy prison so that I may soar, free from your corruption. I wish to be delivered from the torment of seeing and hearing so many horrors every day."

        Dinky: Wouldn’t that be WORSE in Tartarus!

        Spike: Eh.

        Scootaloo's pleas for death while extolling the virtues of innocence were more effective on the libertines than the most potent of aphrodisiacs. They felt their members harden as she begged for her purity to be preserved at the cost of her life.

        "You'll not die today, little one," Fancy Pants said, "but you must be punished for your outburst. Come forward and suck our dicks."

        twow: .....Do you not even hear her?

        Dinky: Uh, twow?

        Spike: We might just wanna leave him.

        "Or, if you'd prefer," Filthy Rich said, "We could force little Silver Spoon to do it instead."

        Knowing the anguish that Silver Spoon had already endured today, Scootaloo reluctantly complied with their demands. Wrapping a fore-hoof around each of the pricks, Scootaloo began to expertly frig the libertines while licking precum from their tips.

        "Splendid, child," Fancy Pants said, "A mouth such as yours is wasted on prayer. You're much better suited for showing deference to our dicks."

        twow: (begins to twitch)

        Spike: Oh geez.

        Dinky: What about eating? That’s always fun....I’m reaching, aren’t I?

        Spike: So far.

        Scootaloo sucked their sweet meats for fifteen minutes before they came. While Filthy Rich preferred the company of colts, he wasn't above filling a filly's throat with his seed. He shot his essence into Scootaloo's mouth and threatened to beat her if she spat out a single drop.

        twow: Did...did...DID YOU NOT HEAR HER?!?!

        Dinky: Oh shit.

Steel (TV): (Puts on a pair of earmuffs.)

 Her cheeks bulged from the sheer amount of semen, but Scootaloo managed to swallow it all, while making a face of pure repugnance.

        Her penance wasn't concluded until she sucked the semen from Fancy Pants' shaft as well. Once she had swallowed both their loads, the libertines spat on her before exiting the cell and locking the door behind them.

        Spike: “Next time, we will use our lemonade!”

        Dinky: As long as it’s not all natural.

        "Let that be a warning to all of you," Filthy Rich said, "Prayer avails you nothing... unless you are praying to be filled with our seed."

twow: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!

        Steel (TV): Ha! Knew these’d pay off!

        Scootaloo's body shook with revulsion as a mix of drool and cum leaked from her mouth.

        "We're damned. All of us," Scootaloo said, in defeat, "It will take an angel's miracle to save us from this hell."

        Spike: Or, you could kill yourselves.

        Dinky: I’m sure they’ve thought of that idea.

        twow: We’re done.

        Pinkie: (from TV) T? Are you okay?

        twow: (shaking) No Pinkie. I am not.

        Spike: Mind sharing?

twow: From her birth, Scootaloo’s been taught that the princesses are her goddesses, correct?

        Dinky: Yeah...

        twow: Her faith is so broken, that she’s basically praying to the devil.

        Spike: Oh.

Steel (TV): Thus was the birth of satanism. You’ve gotta look to some God when your own fail you. Well... Discordism here, I suppose.

        twow: Fuck this story, I’m done.

        Dinky: But, you can’t!

        twow: The hell I can’t. And I will.

        Spike: No you won’t. I’ve seen the stuff you’ve been riffing.

        twow: And was it THIS bad?

        Spike: ....

        twow: Exactly.

Steel (TV): You can’t honestly expect yourself to give in this early, Twow. Look back on the chapters you’ve done thus far.

twow: They were all horrible! This fucking story is horrible. I can’t take it anymore!

Steel (TV): They were horrible. Now do a count on what you’ve done. How many chapters have you riffed thus far?

twow: Seven chapters too many.

Steel: You still did seven. You have two to go. You’ve walked this much of the road, and now you want to step off the path? You know I went through this entire story, and I know what horrors await you, but they don’t amount to the Hell that you’ll suffer beyond Equestria’s borders.

twow: ....

Spike: Look twow. I’ve just met you, but you seem like an okay person. Don’t stop so soon man.

Dinky: And at any rate, I can vouch for you. (hugs twow) I don’t want you to go.

Steel: Points are being made here, T. Equestria’s an ocean-locked country anyway, and Blueblood’s enough of a dick to put you on some uncharted island 300 miles off the coast. Think of everyone you’d be leaving behind, just to ‘save’ yourself... you’ve gone through enough for this to haunt you the rest of your life. Surrendering now will stack guilt and self-hate on top of your memories.

twow: ...fine. I’ll keep going though this. Let em out Pinkie.

(The lab doors unlock and open)

Spike: (shaking twow’s hand) Hang in there. I better get back before Twilight starts to worry.

twow: You bet Spike. Go on.

(Spike leaves as twow turns back to Dinky, who has shrank down to a filly)

twow: Uh, Dinky? Do you remember anything?

Dinky: What are you talking about? I just came down here to see you for a bit!

twow: (sighs in relief) Okay. Give me a hug, then head back up.

Dinky: (hugging twow and whispering) We really must do that again twow. That was fun.

twow: Wha-

Dinky: (Letting go of twow) See you later! (She goes out of the lab as the doors shut.)

twow: Well, just gonna keep that between the two of us...

Steel: Pinkie... mind if you and I have a chat?

Pinkie: I guess. Will you be alright T?

twow: Not really. I’m failing here. Just go on, I need to think for a while.

Pinkie: Alright T. I’ll see you later.

(Pinkie pushes the button and the TV turns off with a blip.)