It’s time. It’s finally time to put this to rest.

You all know that I’ve been trying my hardest to finish this story, almost failing twice. Truthfully, I’m surprised that I was able to get this far.

I’d say that in all, this was a bit of a success. I’ve been able to face my past with a bit more determination now. Don’t get me wrong, it still hurts like a bitch, but I’ve got my friends and a strong (albeit insane) mind. I’m sure that I can hold on.

And now, after all this time, pain and suffering, it’s finally here. We’ve finally reached chapter ten of 120 Days of Blueblood.

Thanks for everyone that stuck with me through this.

And so...it finally ends.

twow: (sighs) So tired...

Pinkamena: twow? You there?

twow: Where else could I go?

Pinkamena: True. How are you holding up?

twow: I’m doing my best.

Blueblood: That’s nice. And now it’s time for that to end.

twow: (smirking) What’s with the cut on your face? And...is that a bandage on your side?

Blueblood: Maybe...

twow: My friends fucked you up, didn’t they?

Blueblood: It doesn’t matter! It’s finally time for the final chapter!

twow: FINALLY. Just tell me who it is and send them in so I can get the fuck out of here.

Blueblood: (smiling sadistically) Oh, you aren’t going to enjoy this, twow.

twow: I didn’t enjoy the last nine chapters. What makes this special?

Blueblood: (pointing) That necklace. Why did you make it?

twow: To keep track of the emotions between myself and Flu- (pales) No.

Blueblood: Oh, yes!

twow: NO! I don’t care if I have to riff it myself, just leave my fucking girlfriend out of it!

Blueblood: Consider this the icing on the cake.

twow: FUCK YOU, BLUEBLOOD!

Pinkamena: I’m sorry, twow...

(A banging is heard on the lab door)

I BROUGHT ICE CREAM CAKE AND CREAM SODA. LET’S RIFF THIS FUCKING SHIT.

twow: Nocturnal! Fluttershy!

Fluttershy: (dashes forwards and hugs twow) How are you feeling?

twow: Horrible, but better because you two are here.

No_M: Well I for one refuse to let you finish this garbage without me, if only to cushion the pain.

Blueblood: I wasn’t expecting the human. Hmm.

twow: Pinkie, did you break reality? Even though we agreed never to do that again?

Pinkamena: Yes.

twow: I’m proud of you.

(The doors rise up from the ground to shut and lock. Some-fucking-how.)

No_M: (handing twow a piece of cake) So, twow, you ready to do this? Well, I know you aren’t, but are you as ready as you’ll be?

twow: Well, I’ve got one of my best friends, my girlfriend and a friend in the booth. Let’s do the best we can.

Fluttershy: (nods) I’m ready.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment.”

twow: Actually, it’s through a man’s wallet. (smacked by both females)

No_M: The fastest way to my heart is food. Mint cookies and ice cream.

— Marquis de Sade

        twow: Seems like a nice guy.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single stallion in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. 

No_M: And anyone who breaks this universal rule, is obviously completely messed up and should be executed.

twow: Guess I’m sort of in the clear then.

Prince Blueblood was no exception to this rule.

        Fluttershy: I fear for any mare that he chooses to be his wife.

His recent escapades had left him on the cusp of acquiring his aunts’ wealth and power, in addition to learning the secrets of their immortality. Their only caveat for bestowing these priceless gifts was for him to find somepony to wed.

        twow: Wait, how the hell did Celestia and Luna do it then? They aren’t married.

Celestia and Luna had skirted the marriage clause for their immortality by wedding each other in a secret ceremony.

No_M: Guess that answers your question twow.

twow: It’s questions like that, I don’t WANT answered.

Without any other heirs, Blueblood knew he couldn’t depend on incest as his aunts had done.

        twow: Well, there’s always Shining...OH WAIT.

If he wanted the fullest blessings of eternal life, he’d have to look beyond the family bloodline for his wife.

His aunts’ dark magics hinged on the unification of two souls into one. Celestia and Luna had done it; now it was Blueblood’s turn. If he wanted immortality, he’d have to bring somepony else along with him.

        Fluttershy: So he and his wife get to be immortal? That’s...nice.

        twow: Not in this universe.

The notion of true love held no meaning for Prince Blueblood. He merely desired a mare whom he could dominate and subjugate to his will for all eternity.

No_M: So, essentially what he wants is a sex slave, not a wife.

Fluttershy: I think he flipped those definitions in his dictionary.

She would be bound to him, both body and soul, while catering to his baser desires. He would shape her like a marble statue until she was a living testament to libertine ideals. A slave to her own carnal appetites... and his.

twow: Because actually caring for somepony involves having a soul. I might be the only exception to that rule.

Unfortunately for the prince, Blueblood was having a difficult time finding a wife. Ever since his aunts decreed that he would soon be sharing the throne with them, fate seemed to conspire against him to prevent his coronation from happening.

        Fluttershy: I can only wonder why.

The latest inconvenience was the untimely death of Soarin. His tenure as Captain of the Guards was relatively short-lived. Soarin had no way of knowing that less than a month after Sister Spectrum’s execution, he would also meet his own grim demise.

        twow: I can’t even be surprised by this point.

During a routine training mission in a thunderstorm, Soarin was struck by a bolt of lightning and killed.

        Fluttershy: Wow. That’s really unlucky.

        twow: Forgive me if I have no regrets for his death.

 Most viewed it as mere coincidence, while the more suspicious guards and peasants spread rumors that the lightning was summoned by the restless soul of the nun, who enacted vengeance on the one who stole her virginity.

Blueblood had no time for ghost stories.

No_M: Haha, I get it. Because she’s a ghost. And she killed him. Hahaheeeeech.

twow: You sound overjoyed.

His mind was too focused on thoughts of the flesh to be distracted by murmurings of the spirit. Choosing a new Captain of the Guards seemed of little importance when compared to the task of choosing a wife.

        twow: That is serious business.

Aside from his close circle of libertine friends and his aunts, Blueblood had never shared a meaningful relationship with anypony; but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Most of Blueblood’s previous lovers

No_M: In the loosest sense of the word.

Fluttershy: I have the feeling that word shouldn’t exist in his vocabulary.

had ended up in various pieces, with the mare bleeding out and begging for death.

        twow: How in the hell do you fuck up having sex?!

Blueblood was often heartbroken by his victims’ intolerance for pain, but being a gentlecolt,

No_M: Again, loosest sense of said word.

twow: That word and Blueblood should never combine.

he would grant their requests and kill them.

Blueblood had spent many sleepless nights reflecting on the flaws of his previous relationships. None of them had been willing to embrace libertine philosophy.

        twow: Not to mention the part where you ruthlessly murdered some of them.

“I can’t abide weakness,” Blueblood thought as he paced around his room, “I need somepony utterly devoid of moral restraint.”

He eyed the trophies he had accumulated so far. The dress. The horn. The lock of hair. The cider barrel. The dagger. While their former owners had all exhibited great courage in the face of pure malevolence, none of them were truly worthy of his hoof in marriage.

No_M: Hm. I have no idea why. MAYBE BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL FUCKING DEAD.

        Fluttershy: Wait, really?

        twow: Sweetheart, this story hasn’t been kind to ANYone.

Prince Blueblood knew that time was running out. If he desired to partake in his aunts’ immortality, then he had to choose a bride before his next birthday. The question was how to go about finding his future spouse.

twow: Get a group of mares, give them sharp objects, and see which one can fatally wound you first.

 Blueblood feared that meeting all potential candidates one at a time would take too long. With that in mind, he decided that an exhibition would be the ideal test.

The next day, a proclamation was sent throughout the kingdom ordering fillies

No_M: How about we leave the children out of this. Oh wait, I forgot what story we were reading.

twow: (slightly twitches)

 and mares to attend an audience with the Princesses at Canterlot Castle. It was made known that the prince might choose his future wife from amongst those in attendance. Dozens of mares from throughout the kingdom flocked to the castle, in hopes of winning Blueblood’s favor.

        twow: Okay.

        Fluttershy: I’m willing to bet that none of them know about Blueblood’s true nature.

Some fathers sent their young daughters, in hopes that Blueblood would choose one of them as his child bride.

        twow: OKAY.

No_M: Whelp. Everything’s downhill from here. Not that we were uphill to begin with. But it’s time to tumble from earth into the firey pits of hell.

twow: Let’s do this.

The royal subjects were led into the spacious throne room. Celestia sat nobly as she surveyed the crowd. She was still viewed as an all-powerful Goddess by the populace, so nopony made direct eye contact with her as a sign of deference.

        Fluttershy: If they looked at her eyes, they combusted on the spot.

Luna sat on a plush throne to Celestia’s right, while Blueblood sat on a throne to the left of his aunts. Everypony remained silent, out of reverence for the royal sisters. The only sounds heard came from the two court musicians; a gray-coated earth pony with a black mane and a blind, white-coated unicorn with a blue mane.

        Fluttershy: Octavia and Vinyl?

        twow: I’m still dwelling on the fact that Vinyl’s BLIND.

 The blind mare had tied a black cloth around her sightless eyes.

The enchanted melodies of the musicians were especially-designed by the royal sisters to make all those who heard them more open to suggestions. These hypnotizing hymns had been an integral part of Equestrian worship services for nearly an eon.

        Fluttershy: Was that alliteration?

        twow: Let’s say no so I don’t dent the desk.

 With the assistance of their churches, Celestia and Luna had managed to beguile the public into blindly following them with their mesmerizing music.

No_M: It’s funny because one of the musicians is blind.  

twow: I don’t get it.

When it was time for the exhibition to begin, the royal guards entered the room and sealed the exits. Some of the mares in attendance were nervous, but most were still excited by the prospect of impressing the prince and becoming royalty.

        twow: It’s that big of a deal, huh?

        Fluttershy: You wouldn’t want to be royalty?

        twow: I like the position I’m in.

Celestia rose from her throne and took a step towards the crowd. Everypony in the throne room respectfully bowed their heads as Celestia addressed the huddled masses.

"Our nephew, Prince Blueblood desires a wife," Celestia said, "You hath come here today in hopes of finding favor amongst royalty. The prince shall select his bride from amongst those who submit themselves before this court to a game of fornication with the most virile members of the Royal Guard."

        twow: Yes. To find the right mare, have everypony in the room START FUCKING.

No_M: It’s a legit strategy.

twow: Tell me that’s not how you found Fallen then.

The guards grinned salaciously as they began to remove their armor. Some of the mares in attendance were horrified by the prospect; others were repulsed, but all were shocked beyond measure.

        Fluttershy: At least none of them were excited?

        twow: That’s like saying that at least murder victims didn’t feel pain after they died.

Celestia was viewed by her subjects as the embodiment of virtue and chastity. To hear her speak so plainly and encouragingly of fornication shook the faith of the populace to its core.

Several of the mares were infuriated by the proposal and muttered that Celestia had gone mad. While some tried to leave, most mares stayed behind; mainly those who were considered ugly or poor or who had become fully-hypnotized by the music.

        twow: The music is hypnotizing now. Okay.

        Fluttershy: You don’t have much hope.

        twow: You’ve SEEN what’s happened so far!

Three mares who attempted to leave found the doors sealed shut and blocked by royal guards.

“Please allow us to leave this perverse display,” one mare said, anxiously, “We do not wish to degrade ourselves in such a disgraceful manner.” The guards smiled wickedly.

        twow: “First, give us your cookies.”

“Princess Celestia has decreed that all mares in attendance exhibit their sexual prowess before the prince,” a guard said,

No_M: Technically Celestia said “The prince shall select his bride from amongst those who submit themselves”. That implies those who are willing. Your logic is flawed. Go burn in hell.

twow: Hell’s too good for them, my dear Nom.

“To refuse the command of a Goddess would be blasphemy of the highest order. It is my sacred duty to save you from yourself.”

        Fluttershy: I don’t know. I’m a virgin and I’m okay with it.

Without another word, the guards stationed at the door tackled the three mares who had attempted to leave.

“The horror! The horror!” one mare cried, “Stop! Mercy! Mercy!”

        Fluttershy: And...nothing happened.

        twow: DUH.

“I’ll teach you proper respect for the commands of Celestia!” one guard said as he tore the frightened mare’s dress off. Once she was exposed, he began lapping at her nether parts as she struggled in vain to escape.

        twow: I’m going to call him “Dogguy.”

The guards then proceeded to rape the frightened mares with unrelenting cruelty. Their victims’ screams commingled with the orgasmic cries of those in attendance who willingly subjugated their bodies for the viewing pleasure of the libertine royals.

        twow: (sighs) Why do I feel depressed already?

Celestia, Luna and Prince Blueblood surveyed the spontaneous orgy before them with amusement. All mares who tried to escape were raped and sodomized by the guards at the far end of the throne room.

        Fluttershy: I thought there was only three guards.

        twow: There was. They could bum rush them.

 All willing participants moved as close to the throne as possible, in order to give Prince Blueblood a better view of their fornications.

One of the fillies

No_M: NOPE. LALALALALA I’M NOT LISTENING. (slams hand over twow’s eyes) WE CAN’T SEE YOU ANYMORE STORY. GOODNIGHT.

Fluttershy: You’re not welcome for coming!

in attendance had a pronounced lisp. The guards tugged on her red, curly mane as they held her down. Erect stallionhoods surrounded her; already leaking from arousal.

        twow: Oh, GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!

“Pleath, thtop!” the frightened filly said as, “I jutht wanted to be a princeth!”

        Fluttershy: (visibly shaken) Prince, or princess? I can’t tell.

        twow: Something she won’t be.

“You will,” one of the guards said, in mock comfort, “I have your royal scepter for you right here, your majesty!”

No_M: We’ve officially reached the part of the story where the dick euphemisms have been busted out. Fucking nope.

twow: If I know Bronystories, it’s gonna get worse.

The filly screamed as the guard thrust his throbbing rod into her virgin slit. Blood trickled down her inner thigh as the stallion tore her hymen asunder. He gave a primal grunt as he leaned over her back and held her down.

        twow: I can’t make this funny! What do you want from me?!

        Fluttershy: (hugs twow) Just, just do what you’ve been doing.

 The guards encircling her head came all over her face and mane as she wept.

“Take it out!” The filly screamed, as jizz slid down her cheek, “It hurth!”

Her bleeding cunt gripped his pulsating dick like a vice.

No_M: Y’know, technically, a vice grip would break his dick in half. There are things you don’t put in vices, and body parts are one of those things, so why on earth is the vice analogy ALWAYS. FUCKING. USED.

twow: Clop writers wanna make sure we understand how tight it is.

No_M: Clop writers’ analogies are stupid and illogical.

The resistance was tremendous. They guard knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.

“I see our little princess already has her cutie mark,” the guard said, as he groaned with each thrust, “That means she’s... oh, old enough to continue the... uh, royal bloodline!”

        Fluttershy: Even though she’s not really capable to do that.

        twow: And this guard is not royal.

“No, pleathe!” the filly wailed, “I’m too young to be a mama!”

The guard whinnied triumphantly as he ejaculated in her womb; filling her with his seed.

“No,” the filly sobbed, “Pleathe... I don’t wanna’ get pregnant.”

        Fluttershy: Maybe she’s on the pill?

        twow: Does that even exist in Equestria?

The guard held his cock inside until his entire stockpile of sperm coated the filly’s inner walls. After he finally pulled out, she barely had time to take a breath before another guard enjoyed some sloppy seconds. His cock was even thicker than the previous prick.

        twow: Truly vital information right there.

        Fluttershy: Is this gonna be on the test?

        twow: The farther I get away from this when it’s done, the better.

The filly screamed as the second stallion quickly came inside her already cum-filled cunt.

        twow: Ya know, it’d be fitting if she had an STD.

        Fluttershy: HOW.

        twow: She’s single-handedly infecting the whole Royal Guard. She deserves a medal.

“Next in line!” the first guard called out to his troops as the second-in-command pulled out of her sopping, bloody hole, “At this rate, she’ll never know who the father is!”

No_M: Right now, I package medical devices for a living. And some of them look like they’d be pretty good at removing male genetaila. Really tempted to smuggle some of them out and test ‘em on these guards.

twow: I kinda want to help.

“Let me go!” The filly screamed as she was raped a third time, “I wanna’ go home! I wanna’ go home!”

The guards surrounding her were deaf to her pleas. Their only concerns were their own pleasures and obeying the whims of the libertine royals.

        twow: Yeah, that’s how rape works. Glad that’s established.

        Fluttershy: Are you-

        twow: I’m FINE.

In another part of the room, some of the guards had brought whips and other instruments of sexual torture. Mares who refused to obey the guards’ commands or proved ineffectual at providing pleasure were whipped and beaten until they improved.

        twow: “You will be good at sex, and you will LIKE IT.”

Not all of the mares who participated in the orgy were single. Some were there with their husbands. One stallion, who was a baker by trade, had come to the castle with his spouse to make a delivery. Once the orgy had commenced, the husband wanted to leave, but his wife had other plans and saw her opportunity.

        Fluttershy: Oh, sweet princesses, it’s the Cakes.        

        twow: As long as they didn’t bring their children, I might be okay.

The baker watched horrified as his wife presented herself to three guards. She hiked up her tail in an inviting manner and wiggled her fat hips to further entice the other stallions.

        twow: Hey Nom, you see this one coming?

"My love, how can you do this?" the baker said, as his wife disrobed, "Don’t allow your soul to be consumed by these immoral lusts. Stop forsaking the happy life we've built together in pursuit of fleeting carnal pleasure."

No_M: At least not EVERYONE with a dick in this story is a filthy animal.

Fluttershy: That’s a rarity.

No_M: Welp. Too bad Rarity’s dead. …Not sure why that was the first thing I thought of...

The guards knocked the husband to the ground as they surrounded his wife. One guard wasted no time and straightaway slid his fleshy tool into her inviting twat,

No_M: (headdesk)

twow: I think that’s gonna be your pain, just like alliteration is mine.

which was already moist from forbidden arousal. The guard leaned forward onto the wife’s ample back fat as he repeatedly thrust inside her. The cuckolded baker was beside himself with grief and shame as his wife committed adultery before his very eyes.

        twow: Dude. Stab the guard in the eye and smack the bitch you call your wife.

        Fluttershy: twow!

        twow: I am in a very dark place at the moment.

 Her perverse cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room and added to the shouts and screams of the orgy.

"This is my chance to win favor with the prince and live in this luxurious castle," the wife said, while licking several guards’ cocks, "If he is pleased by my fornications, I'll at last have all the riches and splendor a poor bastard like yourself could never give me."

        twow: Wooooooooooooooooow. I have nothing for that.

The husband stared with contempt as the guards violated the body of his wife. She moaned sensually as she took three guard's cocks at once. Tears streamed down her husband’s face as the shame and ignominy became more than he could bear.

        Fluttershy: Well, at least she’s skilled.

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

        Fluttershy: Tell me you aren’t.

"I gave you a treasure greater than all worldly wealth," the husband said in righteous indignation, "I helped create our two beautiful children. If you care not for me or fidelity, at least think of the twins."

        twow: Yeah, you selfish bitch!

The mare removed the guard's long pole from her mouth and rubbed its length all over her face. Her snout was coated with saliva as she churlishly addressed her simpering spouse.

"Fornicate the children!"

No_M: Please no.

twow: I think we’ve had ENOUGH of that.

Fluttershy: I need a hug...

she said, emphatically, "And go fornicate thyself as well, husband!"

No_M: And you ma’am, can go fornicate YOURSELF with a few dozen rusty sawblades.

The wife cackled with delight as the guards came, one by one, all over her sweaty body. Her fat ass, back and face were glazed with stallion seed as cum dripped from her puffy pussy.

“Yes! More you well-hung bastards!” the baker’s wife screamed, “Cover me with your creamy nut butter.”

No_M: WHAAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK.

twow: (gags) Yup, just barfed in my mouth.

Fluttershy: I wonder if that’s good on toast.

Her husband prostrated himself on the ground and wept bitterly. His sorrows were soon interrupted as he was lifted roughly off the ground. One of the unicorn guards levitated the stallion over to his wife, in order for him to more clearly see the results of her adulterous aftermath.

        Fluttershy: I think he understands.

        twow: Maybe he’ll finally want to join in.

The stallion winced as he watched the seed of several strangers leaking from his wife’s marehood and ass. The smell was almost as intolerable as the sight itself.

“Make yourself useful and clean up their mess,” the wife said, sternly, “These lovely guards have awakened within me pleasures that a loathsome little worm like yourself could never hope to satisfy.

        twow: You had twins SOMEHOW.

 Since they took such good care of me, you should swallow their seed to show your appreciation.”

No_M: If you can’t stand him that fucking much, then why are you goddamned married to him. WITH CHILDREN?! HOW.

Fluttershy: I think I need another hug...

The unicorn guard used magic to force the husband’s head against his wife’s crotch. His lips and snout were soon covered in the warm, sticky cum flowing from her cooze. Reluctantly, the husband began to timidly lap up the guard’s jizz and swallow, which caused him to shiver with revulsion.

        twow: It tasted like piss and nachos.

        Fluttershy: That’s...nasty.

While the baker was busily engaged in this unpleasant task, he was unaware that one of the guards was already hard again and preparing to mount him.

        twow: Are...are you kidding me?!

        Fluttershy: The story isn’t giving us a chance to be funny.

“Make a wish, you cuckolded cunt,” the guard said to the baker, “I’m going in dry.”

No_M: (dry heaves)

twow: Black hole bucket’s in the corner if you’re gonna barf.

With a sadistic grin, the unicorn guard inserted his cock into the baker’s virgin asshole. This violation caused the husband to stop sucking jizz from his wife’s pussy and shriek in pain. He thrashed about and tried to run, but the mounted guard pinned the baker down and kept him from fleeing. With one sharp thrust, the guard hilted his poo prodder

No_M: (vomits) Just... for once in this story... just call it a dick. Penis. Male genetalia. SOMETHING THAT’S NOT A DICK EUPHEMISM.

Fluttershy: That’s the worst name for a penis that’s ever been thought of. EVER.

inside the baker, who screamed frantically as his anal walls bled.

“Mercy!” the baker cried, “Extricate yourself at once! I’m no stallion stuffer!”

twow: Why is it so hard to use normal speech” Like, “Hey! I don’t fuck stallions! Get the fuck out!”

“You’re no stallion at all,” his wife mused, while using her forehoof to tease her clit. After coating her hoof in the semen oozing from her slit, the baker’s wife began rubbing the jizz all over her glistening pussy lips.

“You make a much better mare,” the guard said to the baker, “Perhaps the prince would consider you to be his bride.”

        twow: If that was the case, my girlfriend wouldn’t be here.

        Fluttershy: Maybe I’m here to help you feel better?

        twow: Seeing as how Bluebastard hates me, I doubt it.

This derisive remark caused the two other guards surrounding the baker to laugh uproariously. The husband sobbed uncontrollably from the pain and mounting ignominy of it all. The rough thrusting of the guard was causing blood to trickle down the baker’s taint and onto his balls.

        twow: Taint? The fuck does that mean?!

 There was no arousal for the husband; only anal agony. His modestly-sized tool remained flaccid as his emphatic embuggering continued.

The guard made several forceful grunts as he hilted his dick repeatedly inside the baker’s ass. With one final thrust, the buggering rapist gave the husband his first anal cream pie.

        Fluttershy: I’ll willing to bet that Pinkie will never serve that in Sugarcube Corner.

 Thick ropes of the guard’s semen shot deep within the baker’s shit chute and coated his bloody rectal walls. As he lay there in utter agony with an ejaculating cock up his ass, the baker suddenly felt two streams of acrid liquid splashing against his face.

        twow: Aww, look! They’re being nice enough to wash him off.

To add further insult to his anal injury, the two other guards started pissing on him. His mane was soaked with foul-smelling urine as the unicorn guard pulled out of his ass. A rich mixture of semen and blood began to flow from his ruined rectum and down his bloodied balls.

        twow: (slams face into wall)

        Fluttershy: I’m starting to think that the alliteration was just for you, twow.

While this was going on, his wife continued pleasuring herself to her husband’s humiliation. The baker lay on the ground as urine dripped from his mane. His pain-riddled body was too mortified to move.

        twow: Yeah, it’s not that easy to move after rape. Trust me.

 His muscles twitched spastically as bloodied cum continued to ooze from his sphincter and formed a puddle on the floor. His wife couldn’t care less about her husband’s emasculating disgrace. She was too busy cleaning the three guards cocks in preparation for another round of adulterous sex.

        Fluttershy: With soap and water, right?

        twow: Flutters...

        Fluttershy: I don’t want to be here anymore!

As Celestia and Luna watched the perversity unfolding before them, their loins began to moisten.

No_M: EEEEEEEEEECH. SO MUCH NOPE.

“Is their no venality to which these perverted plebs will not stoop?” Luna asked, impressed.

No_M: Wait. Pleb is actually a word? I thought it was just something Gavin Free made up. WHELP.

        twow: The more you know.

“Let us hope not,” Celestia said, with a smile, as she took a sip of wine.

Even with all the royal guards in attendance, there were still more mares than stallions in the throne room. Several mares had to settle for masturbation while waiting their turn for the next available cock.

        Fluttershy: I thought the princesses would have prepared for this.

The cacophonous din of the orgy drowned out the sounds of the royal court musicians. The two mares stopped playing their instruments and approached the princesses. The earth pony led the way for her blind friend, who was using her magic to levitate a cane in front of her, which she tapped on the ground.

        twow: I wish a had a joke, but I got nothing. NOTHING AT ALL.

The two mares navigated around the writhing, canal bodies as they made their way to the royal throne.

        twow: Couldn’t have been easy.

They stopped before Celestia, Luna and Blueblood.

“We also desire to titillate the prince with our whoredoms,” the blue-maned unicorn said, as she bowed respectfully in the direction where she assumed the royal sisters were sitting.

"But my princess, there aren't enough guards to go around,” the black-maned earth pony said, sadly, “We have no cocks to suck."

        twow: Just wait your turn like everyone else.

        Fluttershy: But waiting is hard.

When Celestia was told that there was an insufficient number of dicks in the castle, she uttered one of the most infamous lines ever spoken by royalty.

“IF MY SUBJECTS HATH NO COCKS TO SUCK,” Celestia shouted, “THEN LET THEM EAT CUNT!"

No_M: (emits high pitched whine and hides under a table)

Fluttershy: Can I join you?

twow: Geez, Nocturnal. I think you shattered my mirror.

This was all the motivation the two court musicians needed. The gray-coated earth pony and her blind friend threw themselves at Prince Blueblood’s hooves. Following Celestia’s counsel, the two mares proceeded to make beautiful music together.

No_M: I’m just gonna sing that song from ‘All Dogs Go To Heaven’. The song with the alligator. Will that make the pain stop?

twow: The only thing you need to think about is if you wanna deface that song by singing it now.

Fluttershy: Yes. It’s better than this.

The court musicians shoved their cunts into each other’s faces and messily began to eat each other out. They moaned and writhed on the floor as their bodies were racked with the pleasures of multiple orgasms.

        Fluttershy: Do NOT WANT.

Using her magic, the blind unicorn levitated her walking stick and, after several failed attempts, managed to shove one end of the cane up the earth pony’s ass.

        twow: (wincing) Fucking ow!

“Oh, yes!” the gray-coated mare cried blissfully, “More, you sightless sapphic sodomist! Diddle me like a fiddle!”

No_M: Why would you diddle a fiddle though?

twow: (facedesks)

Fluttershy: Sapphic is a word?

As the orgy continued in earnest, Celestia leaned over and whispered to Prince Blueblood.

“We wanted to thank you, nephew, for reminding us who we truly are,” Celestia said, “It’s been far too long since our last public orgy.” Luna leaned forward and nodded in agreement.

        Fluttershy: I’m willing to bet that everypony was happy.

“No longer need we live in fear of the populace,” Luna said, as she calmly watched her subjects ejaculate all over each other, “A new era is dawning in Equestria. The moral majority must subjugate themselves to the whims of libertine nobility.”

twow: What?! Their plan was to STOP that! That’s the whole reason the rest of the story took place!!!!

No_M: Well, fuck it. I mean YOLO right?

Fluttershy: Young Only Like Onions?

No_M: CLOSE ENOUGH.

twow: I love this mare.

In spite of the high praise from his aunts, Blueblood was still feeling apathetic. The sights, sounds and smells of a massive orgy had little effect on the prince. Not even the violent rape conducted by the guards titilated him anymore.

No_M: Is someone going soft in their old age!?

twow: Nocturnal, let’s take that and RUN WITH IT.

No_M: ADVEEEEEEEEENTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEE!!!

As Blueblood watched his subjects debase themselves for his sake, he was struck with a sudden realization.

“If I choose the most perverted mare in the kingdom to be my bride, what would I have accomplished?,” Blueblood thought, “In order to truly exhibit the effects of my corrupting charisma, I need a mare who exudes kindness and meekness. If I am to be found worthy of my station, my bride-to-be should be the purest, most simpering milksop in all of Equestria.”

        twow: Oh, that’s easy. Choose Twilight.

        Fluttershy: Isn’t she dead?

        twow: Oops. Choose Pinkie then.

        Fluttershy: Isn’t she dead?

        twow: Right. Choose...

        Fluttershy: Are any of my friends alive?

        twow: (agitated)  I FUCKING DOUBT IT!

As he gazed upon the mares of his kingdom covered in sweat and cum, Blueblood realized that he would not find his special somepony here. An evil smile crossed Blueblood’s lips as he imagined breaking in his new bride.

        Fluttershy: With bricks.

        twow: It would be less painful.

“The spineless wretch will be putty in my hooves,” Blueblood thought, “Everypony will witness as I purge the dross of decorum and decency from her body with the refiner’s fire of libertine lust. From her ashes shall bloom a rose made of cruel thorns and carnal petals, whom I shall claim as my bride. Then there will be no doubt as to the power of my corrosive influence.”

        Fluttershy: Should we be worried?

No_M: Knowing this story, YES.

Even though he was no closer to finding his bride, Blueblood wasn’t about to cancel the orgy, since Celestia and Luna seemed to be enjoying themselves so much. Blueblood sighed wistfully as he glanced out the window towards the Canterlot Castle gardens.

        twow: “Maybe I could fuck the sky...”

It was then that he saw her. Blueblood was mesmerized by the beauty of the demur groundskeeper as she watered the flowers. She was a yellow-coated pegasus with a long pink-haired mane which partially-concealed her face from the world.

        twow: ...Oh God.

        Fluttershy: (scoots closer to Nocturnal)

No_M: (grabs a sawblade from back pocket) I’m going to smack Blueblood with this. In the face. And throat. Repeatedly.

Songbirds surrounded her and sang sweet melodies as she tended to the needs of her garden.

“No,” Blueblood whispered in disbelief, “Could it be? Is it she?”

Fluttershy: I think that you need one of the ponies in the throne room. LEAVE ME ALONE.

Without a word, Blueblood excused himself from the orgy. Celestia and Luna didn’t notice, as they were too engrossed in watching one particularly flexible pegasus simultaneously fit three cocks inside her gaping snatch.

        Fluttershy: That CAN’T be possible.

        twow: That mare is looser than a fucking wet piece of paper.

No_M: Wet bread.

After sprinting down the castle corridor, Blueblood took a moment to compose himself and catch his breath. Once he was calm and collected, he crept stealthily into the garden.

        twow: He forgot a box to hide in.

While the raucous revelry continued within the castle walls, Blueblood spied on the groundskeeper from afar as she fed the fauna. The prince saw her as a blank canvas on which he would create his masterpiece.

        twow: No.

“She’s as pure and clean as the wind-driven snow,” Blueblood thought, “And here I am with a full bladder and an urge to spell my name.”

        twow: NO.

No_M: WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!?

Fluttershy: Maybe he wasn’t good at spelling?

The groundskeeper was blissfully unaware of the debauchery taking place within the castle. She also had no idea that Blueblood was sneaking up behind her.

“Hiding in plain sight,” Blueblood thought as he crept almost close enough to smell her scent.

        twow: NO, YOU BASTARD!

        Fluttershy: That horrible feeling when you can’t help someone...

Blueblood hid behind a tree as he watched the groundskeeper pause in front of a statue made in the prince’s honor. Larger than life, the sculpture of Blueblood was carved from perfect marble and captured his likeness exactly.

        twow: If it shows anything less than Blueblood broken on the ground, it’s wrong.

Mute from birth, the groundskeeper was a recluse who never left the Canterlot Castle gardens. Aside from her animal friends, the groundskeeper found herself entirely alone. Her inability to speak had caused her to shy away from pony society.

        Fluttershy: Aww, I like talking. Just not very loud.

        twow: And it’s beautiful.

Supplies were delivered to her by the guards, so she never had any need to leave the safety of her garden. She spent her days in solitude; caring for the local flora and fauna.

To cope with the crippling loneliness of her hermitic lifestyle, she would imagine personalities for the various statues in the garden. They had become her family.\

twow: Seeing as how almost every other family is either dead or fucked up, you should feel blessed.

The awe-inspiring statue of Celestia, with her kind eyes and flowing mane, was like a mother figure to the mute mare. Whenever she was sad, or scared, the groundskeeper would offer a silent prayer to Celestia, while kneeling reverently before the statue, and it always made her feel better.

No_M: If only she knew what Celestia was REALLY like... (shudders)

Fluttershy: Why do I have the feeling that I’m going to?

Luna was like a gentle older sister in the groundskeeper’s eyes. Whenever a new litter of bunnies was born, or the first blossom of spring appeared, the groundskeeper would always visit the statue of Luna and happily converse with the princess inside her mind.

        twow: She probably told her to stay away forever.

But the groundskeeper’s favorite statue was of Prince Blueblood. She had never met the actual prince face-to-face before. She knew he was much too important to ever bother with the likes of her. In spite of this humbling notion, she had developed an infatuation with the prince, based solely on her imagination.

No_M: NO.

Fluttershy: Okay, One, I don’t like Blueblood. And two, I have my special someone.

twow: Aww, thanks Flutters.

No_M: You two are adorable.

In her mind, Blueblood was a hopeless romantic, who loved her with every fiber of his being. She imagined that he was tall and strong, with a kind heart and a gentle laugh. He always knew what she wanted, without her having to say a word. Her version of Blueblood was a healthy blend of strength and sincerity; in other words, the perfect gentlecolt.

        twow: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.

Whenever she wanted to feel loved or needed, she would picture a romantic scenario between herself and the prince. In her dreams, she had a voice and could sing as well as any songbird; to the delight of her loving prince.

        Fluttershy: I feel dirty from this.

        twow: If that’s the case, I need to shower for the rest of my life.

No_M: I’m going to bathe in hot sauce to burn the story away.

twow: Want me to hook you up with brain bleach afterwards?

No_M: Absolutely. Prime’s stuff is shit. All it is is flat ginger ale.

twow: I never did give him any that I made...

It was spring, and the animals were pairing off into couples, as they are often want to do. The groundskeeper gazed longingly at a pair of birds nuzzling each other affectionately in the branch of a nearby tree.

        Fluttershy: Aww, so cute.

        twow: Three words that never have existed before in this story.

As she listened to their sweet songs, the mare’s heart began to swell with desire. More than anything, she longed for a special somepony to love her. She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart that the stallion of her dreams was real.

        Fluttershy: He might not be a stallion but still...

The snap of a twig caused the songbirds to scatter. The groundskeeper turned her head and made a silent gasp as she gazed upon the intimidating face of Prince Blueblood.

“I’m awfully sorry,” Blueblood said, with a cordial bow, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

        twow: And Fluttershy bitch-slapped him.

        Fluttershy: Can I do that after the riff?

twow: He’s going to suffer. You can start it off if Nocturnal doesn’t get to him with that sawblade.

No_M: I also have a modified Kerrison Rongeur I stole from work that shoots bullets.

twow: You need to work with me in the lab. We could make some great inventions.

The groundskeeper was too stunned to move. The prince of her fantasies was standing before her very eyes. She didn’t know what to do. She thought to herself that this was too good to be a mere dream.

“Hello,” Blueblood said, “Who are you? What is your name, my fragile butterfly?”

        twow: I sense some crazy hijinks.

The mare had a name, but she had no way to easily convey it. The silence caused Blueblood to narrow his eyes.

“When your prince addresses you, it is respectful to answer him,” Blueblood said, impatiently, “What is your name?”

No_M: “Fluttershy then opened her mouth and summoned Cthulhu. He ate Blueblood in a single bite.”

twow: That is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

When Blueblood repeated the question, he enunciated each word slowly and clearly, in case the mare was hard of hearing. The groundskeeper opened her mouth and tried to speak, but no words came out. She blushed and slowly took a step backward; her face becoming obscured by her long, pink mane. It suddenly dawned on Prince Blueblood what her issue was.

        twow: She knows what you are.

        Fluttershy: Please. I would have ran by now if that was the case.

“You’re a mute?” Blueblood asked, in disbelief. The mare looked away from him and closed her eyes, before shamefully nodding her head. Blueblood couldn’t help but notice a tear form and trail down her soft cheek.

        twow: No, don’t cry!

        Fluttershy: I’m right here.

        twow: Right, sorry. This is that bad.

This revelation gave Blueblood a moment of pause. In spite of her imperfection, the prince realized that this beautiful creature would make an ideal mate. Without a voice, she was forced to communicate and convey all emotion through her actions. Blueblood knew that turning her from kindness and purity to coldness and cruelty would be his most impressive accomplishment to date.

No_M: Except it won’t be because it will never. fucking. happen.

twow: Not while I breathe. And you can quote me on that.

“When she's abandoned her moral center and cast aside her facade of propriety, then my real work begins,” Blueblood thought, “I shall corrupt this fragile thing and bring forth a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure. Once her training has left her capable of taking everything I dish out, she will be a prurient paragon who orgasms to the screams of her dying victims”

No_M: … I have no words.

Fluttershy: (glares at the TV)

twow: Flutters?

Fluttershy: I’m fine.

The groundskeeper was smitten by Prince Blueblood’s charm. After years of romantic daydreams, Prince Blueblood finally stood before her in the flesh; fulfilling all her fantasies. She was so in awe by his height and handsome appearance, that she didn’t notice the malevolent glint in his cold, cruel eyes.

        twow: What? Please. Fluttershy’s mastered the art of looking into your soul.

No_M: USE THE STARE ON HIM.

Fluttershy: I don’t know if it works on creatures without a soul.

They walked together as Blueblood spoke to her of love and longing. Even without knowing about her secret desires, Blueblood managed to say all the right things and elicit positive responses from her.

        Fluttershy: Seeing as how I can’t speak, I doubt it was hard.

It would’ve been far easier to simply drag the groundskeeper away and rape her into submission, but Blueblood knew better. This was his future bride. He wanted to toy with her emotions, through the careful art of seduction. He would gain her love willingly... at least at first.

        twow: Why not the whole time...oh wait. That’s what an actual pony would do.

Blueblood walked with the groundskeeper all afternoon. He was so determined to take things slow, that they literally stopped to smell the roses.

No_M: Roses don’t smell like anything special. Mostly just pollen.

twow: I don’t know. I like them.

Fluttershy: They taste simply divine.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They merely enjoyed one another’s company.

“My, but you’re beautiful,” Blueblood said, which caused the groundskeeper to blush.

        twow: Trust me, I know.

        Fluttershy: I don’t need to blush now though.

 Blueblood noticed her timidity and smiled.

“It’s funny,” Blueblood said, as the groundskeeper listened to his every word with rapt attention, “I had so much to say and now I can’t think of anything.”

No_M: You lying fuck.

twow: That’s not unnatural.

The groundskeeper basked in the resplendent majesty of her prince. She didn’t even notice the scar on the side of Blueblood’s face. His warm smile seemed to radiate goodness and light. Blueblood could feel her stare beginning to affect him. He broke eye contact with her and chuckled to himself.

        Fluttershy: Nocturnal, maybe I AM trying to use it on him.

No_M: Woah. That would imply he has at least a little bit of a soul though. That’s scary. I guess it’s kinda like seeing pictures of Hitler being a normal human, and then thinking of all the terrible shit he did.

“Would you mind not staring at me with those bewitching eyes,” Blueblood said, awkwardly, “I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

The groundskeeper took a step backwards, as though she had done something wrong. Blueblood gave her a warm and reassuring smile.

        twow: Yeah. Okay.

“Perhaps if you turned around, I could remember what I wanted to say,” Blueblood said, encouragingly.

        Fluttershy: How would that-

        twow: I wouldn’t ask questions like that.

The groundskeeper slowly turned until she was facing away from Prince Blueblood. He was now afforded an inviting view of her hindquarters. He grinned.

        Fluttershy: Are you kidding me?!

“I was only kidding,” Blueblood said, after ogling her bottom for a moment, “It was just an excuse to admire you from every angle.”

        twow: Would either of you report me if I murder him?

No_M: I’ll help you hide the body.

Fluttershy: And I’ll Stare everypony into submission that thinks either of you had a part in it.

twow: You two are too kind to me.

The groundskeeper turned back around to face Blueblood; her face now crimson. She looked slightly embarrassed.

“Please don’t think ill of me,” Blueblood said, earnestly, “It’s just that I’ve never met a mare as beautiful as you before.”

twow: Ya know, the first time I met Fluttershy, I didn’t trick her so I could stare at her ass.

        Fluttershy: Let’s not forget the tentacle story we were reading.

        twow: HATE.

The groundskeeper smiled as her face became partially obscured by her mane.

“It’s somehow fitting that you are unable to speak,” Blueblood said, “For no words could adequately describe your beauty.”

This was quickly becoming the happiest day of the groundskeeper’s life. Blueblood made her feel like a queen.

        twow: No. NO. NO. NO!

“I must commend you for your tireless work in maintaining the royal gardens,” Blueblood said as he surveyed the expert landscaping, “My only regret in life is not making your acquaintance sooner.”

        twow: WE WERE HAPPY THEN.

        Fluttershy: I’m starting to be worried about him, Nocturnal.

No_M: I know what you mean...

Blueblood extended his hoof and brought her hoof to his lips. He kissed it, which caused the groundskeeper to blush and swoon. He led her to the two statues of his aunts, where Blueblood planned to propose.

twow: You JUST MET and you already wanna marry her? Fluttershy and I have been dating for months and I haven’t even thought of that yet!

No_M: This fucking story just got ‘Call Me Maybe’ stuck in my head. There is no song I despise more.

twow: I feel your pain.

“I know we’ve just met,” Blueblood said, in the most innocent-sounding voice he could muster, “but I find myself smitten by your beauty.”

The groundskeeper began to cry with joy as she stared lovingly into his eyes. Her heart began to flutter with excitement.

        Fluttershy: Actually, I kind of feel like barfing.

No_M: I feel like murder.

twow: If I say what I feel like, you’ll put me in an asylum.

The sun was setting as Blueblood knelt down in front of the groundskeeper. She gave a silent gasp in anticipation of what was to come. This moment had played out in her mind numerous times, but she never would’ve dared to dream that it could actually happen.

“Will you grant me the esteemed honor of taking your hoof in marriage?” Blueblood asked, as he extended a waiting forehoof towards his future bride.

        twow: Please don’t touch it.

        Fluttershy: ...should we tie him up? Or cover his eyes?

No_M: Covering his eyes sounds like the less extreme measure for now.

Even if the groundskeeper possessed the ability to speak, she wouldn’t have been able to at this moment. Her emotions ran so high as to render her speechless.

No_M: That or she’s FUCKING MUTE.

twow: That’s easily forgotten.

With tears in her eyes, she nodded her head and touched Blueblood’s forehoof with her own.

        twow: ...

        Fluttershy: I thought this is where you would freak out.

No_M: I think he’s finally snapped. Not the violent snap yet, but snapped nonetheless.

Fluttershy: Why does that scare me so much?

No_M: The silent snap is always the scarier of the two.

“O happiest of nights!” Blueblood said, while leaping up and embracing his fiancé, “Come, my beloved. Let us away to the castle and prepare for our royal wedding. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna will want to meet you.”

        Fluttershy: I’m sure they’ll welcome me with open arms.

No_M: I’d make a joke about open legs, but I think twow would kill me.

Fluttershy: I wouldn’t let him.

The thought of being welcomed into the royal family and granted an audience with the princesses was almost more joy than the simple groundskeeper could bear.

The animals chittered with excitement as they watched the happy couple make their way back towards the castle.

        twow: .....

        Fluttershy: I don’t think any of us can take much more of this.

As Blueblood’s bride blindly followed after him, her head was spinning with joy. After years of loneliness, she had finally found love and family.

        twow: (enraged) RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

        Fluttershy: We need to stop. Now.

No_M: BREAK TIME. BREAK TIME NOW.

No_M: BLUEBLOOD YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

Blueblood: I take it you’re having fun?

Fluttershy: I’ve never hated anypony before. The fact that I hate you is a big step in my life.

twow: (holding his head in his hands) It hasn’t even started yet...

No_M: I don’t know why you sound so smug Blueblood. It’s clear we have friends that can fuck you up.

Blueblood: True. And my revenge is snapping his mind like a twig.

Pinkamena: Do you want me to break your leg? I will do it.

No_M: WAIT. What the FUCK are you doing to him!?

Blueblood: None of your friends explained the whole situation to you?

No_M: I’m going to snap your fucking neck. Answer. My. Question.

Blueblood: Well, if you must know, twow and another one of your friends were slandering me. So, I subjected him to this story.

Fluttershy: Wait. You’ve been trying to snap my boyfriend’s mind because he made fun of you?!

Blueblood: That’s one way of putting it.

No_M: I’m going to break your ribs one by one. Then I’m going to throw them out the back of a moving vehicle while you watch.

Blueblood: Really now. What’s with all of the anger?

Fluttershy: What do you THINK?

No_M: Blueblood, you are a grade-A asshole, and I’m going to hurt you for this. No one fucks with my friends.

twow: ...okay. I think I’m okay.

Fluttershy: Are you?

twow: No, but maybe if I keep saying that I am, then I’ll forget about the mental shredding.

Fluttershy: ...I don’t know what to do.

twow: Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fi-

Fluttershy: Stop saying that! You aren’t fine!

No_M: Twow, I don’t know how to get it through your thick skull that admitting you’re not okay is fine, a good thing even. But it is.

twow: But I have to be fine. I’m supposed to be able to handle this shit.

Fluttershy: You’ve gone through nine chapters. You have the right to say that you aren’t okay.

twow: But if I’m not, then he’s beaten me.

No_M: Twow, this wasn’t a fair fight. Never once was this ever fair.

twow: Ya think so?

No_M: Absolutely. Blueblood’s a lying, cheating bastard who fights dirty. And he knows it, and takes pride in it. You getting this far is incredibly impressive when the odds were stacked so high against you.

Fluttershy: Exactly. And I want you to know that I’m not the only one that’s proud of you.

twow: (sighs) Thank you both. Really.

Fluttershy: (hugs twow)

No_M: (hugs Fluttershy and twow)

twow: They always told me to surround myself with friends.

Fluttershy: Of course, you goofball.

Pinkamena: I hate to do this, but are you ready for the next part?

Fluttershy: I guess. Nocturnal?

No_M: Let’s do this.

twow: I’m just going to apologize in advance for freaking out. We all know it’s gonna happen.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

“True happiness lies in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.”

        twow: Dude, I have no idea what you were trying to get across.

― Marquis de Sade

Night had fallen on Canterlot Castle and the orgy had finally concluded. By this point, the collective balls of all the guards had been thoroughly drained. For the last half hour, all of them had been jizzing dust. Most participants were struggling to find the strength to stand on their weakened and shaky limbs.

No_M: I hope they all die from over-excessive jizzing.

twow: We can jizz dust? Ew.

The floor of the throne room was covered with a layer of various bodily excretions. Semen, blood, shit, piss and vomit all commingled into a carpet of carnal crud. At the conclusion of the orgy, all participants, whether raped or consenting, were splattered with these fluids.

        Fluttershy: I’m willing to bet that the servants are cursing the princesses names.

Some of the more shameless mares were still rolling around in their own filth. They were curious as to where the prince had disappeared to and also desired to know if he was pleased by their fornications.

“I am willing to continue debasing myself until the prince chooses me for his bride,” the baker’s wife said, as a deluge of cum and wet shit dripped from her flabby frame.

        Fluttershy: (gags)

twow: (hands her bucket) You know the drill. Don’t stick your head all the way in there.

Celestia was pleased by the perversity of her peons.

No_M: I think I understand your aversion to alliterations twow.

twow: It hurts, doesn’t it?

“Our faithful subjects,” Celestia said, wiping a joyful tear from her eye, “While we cannot speak for our nephew, we can assure thee that thy carnal display hath greatly pleased us. Rest assured that there is indeed a place for all of thee in the castle.”

        twow: I don’t think the castle is even that big.

        Fluttershy: They’ll stick them somewhere.

Some of the mares looked at each other, confused.

“So, do all of us get to marry the prince and live extravagant lives of luxury and excess?” the gray-coated musician asked. Celestia and Luna smiled at her naivety.

“Don’t be silly,” Luna said, shaking her head, “You will all simply by prisoners in our rape dungeon.”

        Fluttershy: (buries head in twow’s chest) Now I feel awful.

No_M: At least she’s honest? I dunno. The story is making this difficult.

twow: I guess I can give her that.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the royal guards stood at attention. In spite of their physical exhaustion, the guards led all orgy participants to the castle dungeons. The mares and fillies began to sob and begged the princesses to release them.

twow: It’s like the story is trying to fool us into thinking that the princesses have hearts.

“I want my mama!” the lisping filly said with a sob. She had a black eye as a result of not sucking a guard’s cock when it was presented to her. Her nose was bleeding and her vagina was badly bruised. The sticky seed of six different stallions oozed from her raw slit and left a trail as she limped towards the dungeon.

twow: I know that mine wasn’t that severe, and that’s why I’m going to have a moment of silence for her.

For some of the raped mares, their bodies were too battered and broken to move on their own. Those who were still conscious wept as their beaten and violated bodies were levitated by the unicorn guards’ magic.

No_M: To be honest, I was half expecting them to be beaten for not walking on their own. 

twow: You’re learning.

All the occupants of the rape dungeon would be nourished and restored to health. Once their bodies had recovered, they would be raped repeatedly by the guards and libertine nobility for the rest of their miserable lives.

        Fluttershy: WHY?

        twow: I’ll get back to you after I come up with an answer that makes sense.

Once the guards had left with their prisoners, Celestia and Luna found themselves alone in the throne room.

“Well, that certainly was enjoyable,” Celestia said, “Although we can’t help but wonder where our nephew ran off to. He missed one exquisite orgy.”

        twow: That’s alright. He was doing something much worse.

“His loss,” Luna said, “The youth of today have no respect for classic forms of entertainment.”

“Indeed,” Celestia said, “Shall we retire to our bedchambers?”

“We thought you would never ask,” Luna said.

No_M: And they all fucked. The end.

Fluttershy: Really?!

twow: How I wish.

As Blueblood led his bride through the castle, he was cautious to avoid the throne room. He knew the state of disrepair it would be in following the orgy, and wanted to make a good first impression.

        Fluttershy: Does that even matter considering that I’ll still hate him?

        twow: You’re learning as well.

Instead of the throne room, the prince headed for Celestia and Luna’s bedroom. He would waste no more time on his quest for immortality. Now that he had his future bride, they would be wed tonight.

        twow: He wastes no time.

No_M: Haste makes waste. 

Blueblood burst into his aunts’ room without knocking. Luna was sitting on a plush pillow with her hind legs wrapped around Celestia’s neck. Luna cooed with delight as Celestia lapped at the fluids gushing from her sister’s pussy. Celestia had just begun nibbling on Luna’s bawdy bitch button,

        twow: (facewalls)

        Fluttershy: ...now I dislike alliterations.

No_M: IT’S CALLED A VAGINA. CALL IT A VAGINA.  

when Blueblood stormed into the room.

Celestia was so surprised by the interruption that she forcibly bit down on her sister’s clitoris,

twow: I don’t know how that would feel, so I’m just going to say ouch and let you two give the details.

No_M: I wouldn’t know how that feels. I’d never in a million years let anyone’s head near there.

twow: ...if I make that joke, you and another one of my friends will hurt me.

which caused Luna to shriek in pain and quickly cover her privates with her forehooves.

“By Cerberus’ nine balls!” Luna shouted, painfully.

No_M: I don’t even wanna know why Luna’s under the impression that Cerberus has three sets of genitals. Or why each set would have three balls.

twow: Hmm. You were by him, Flutters. Does he have that many? (smacked by Fluttershy)

Celestia raised her head and looked at her nephew, slightly annoyed. Her lips were still dripping with her sister’s juices. Luna continued screaming obscenities as she applied pressure to her swollen pleasure nub.

        twow: Waiting for Nocturnal’s rage in 3...2...1...

No_M: GOOOOOOOD. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMNIIIIIIIIIIIT.

Fluttershy: Good call.

Blueblood’s bride stared horrified by what she saw. Celestia and Luna, whom she loved and revered like Goddesses, were engaged in an incestuous relationship. She was too stunned to move. When Celestia looked in her direction, the bride retreated a half step and hid her face behind her massive mane.

        twow: (rubs Fluttershy’s mane) I wouldn’t call it massive, per se.

        Fluttershy: It’s a nice length.

“Blueblood, thou knowest better than to interrupt us when we are sapphically-servicing our sister,” Celestia said, as she glared angrily at her nephew, “If you’re wishing to join us, you’ll simply have to wait your turn.”

        Fluttershy: Celestia uses the Royal Canterlot Speech?

        twow: Blueblood fucks his aunts? EWWWWWW.

It was only then that Celestia noticed the quivering mare standing beside Prince Blueblood.

“Why, she’s shaking like a leaf,” Celestia said, as her eyes narrowed, “Nephew, who is this?”

“My future bride,” Blueblood said with a satisfied smile, “We can be wed tonight, with your help.”

        twow: “But it doesn’t need to happen right now.”

Celestia’s expression immediately changed from stern disapproval to immense joy.

“Well, despoil our derriere with a denticulated dildo!”

No_M: And twow’s rage in 3... 2...

twow: i will cut you with a rusty spoon.

Fluttershy: Now it’s just too easy to call it.

Celestia said, surprised, “Our nephew has finally chosen himself a wife.”

Celestia scrutinized Fluttershy, as though silently passing judgment regarding her worthiness to marry Blueblood.

        twow: What do you mean, “her worthiness?” Hell, I don’t even deserve her!

        Fluttershy: (squeezes twow) Don’t say that. I chose you for a reason.

No_M: D’awww.  

Luna had finally recovered from her injury and walked sullenly over to the groundskeeper to inspect her.

“Well, she’s not much to look at, is she?” Luna said, dismissively, “Doest thou genuinely believe this groveling guttersnipe can endure the rigors of a libertine lifestyle? We wager she shan’t last the night.”

        twow: So do I. That’s why she shouldn’t BE here!

“What is thy name, child?” Celestia asked, sweetly.

The groundskeeper stood there trembling. She didn’t acknowledge Celestia’s question. All she could think about was her garden and animals. She would’ve tried to run, but she was too afraid to move. Even if she had attempted an escape, the groundskeeper knew she was no match for ancient alicorn magic. The libertines would do as they pleased with her.

        twow: Should I say the sentence now, or later?

        Fluttershy: I don’t think so yet.

“She is a mute,” Blueblood said, as he placed a forehoof on her back and pulled her close, “Her only means of expression is through gesture.” Celestia and Luna exchanged doubtful looks.

“That simply won’t do,” Luna said, as an evil smile graced her lips, “A proper bride must have a proper voice.”

twow: Nocturnal, Fluttershy, place your bets. Who thinks they’re gonna go the easy way and just give her a voice, or do something stupid as FUCK.

No_M: It’s not even a contest. STUPID AS FUCK.  

Fluttershy: Can I just have the bits I won now?

Luna used her magic and caused a small, square jewelry box to materialize. Without saying a word, Luna levitated the box over to Blueblood’s bride. Compelled by curiosity, the groundskeeper opened her eyes and forced herself to look inside the box as it was opened.

        Fluttershy: It was a magical necklace.

The jewelry case contained a small silver bell.

        Fluttershy: ...I don’t get it.        

twow: I have a idea and you two might have to keep me from shooting the TV if I’m right.

 When Blueblood used his magic to levitate it out of the box, it made a jingling sound. The bride noticed that the bell was attached to a two-inch long chain. At the far end of the chain was a metal ring.

“This is the ‘Bell of Paradise,’” Luna said, as Blueblood levitated it before his bride, “Now, be an obedient bride and stick out your tongue.”

        twow: But that’s rude!

        Fluttershy: (playfully sticks out her tongue)

The groundskeeper grew increasingly nervous. She closed her eyes and kept her mouth shut. Celestia used her magical aura to force the bride’s mouth open and made her tongue stick out. As Blueblood brought the bell closer, his bride attempted to close her mouth, but her tongue was kept still by Celestia’s magic.

        Fluttershy: (shuts her mouth and covers her mouth)

        twow: Yeah, thought you might do that.

The groundskeeper’s eyes darted about the ornate bedroom. She hoped in vain for somepony to save her, but no help came. With her head immobilized by magic, she began to cry salty tears.

        twow: As opposed to...sweet tears?

No_M: Call me weird, but I like the taste of my tears.

Blueblood brought the small, metal ring to the tip of her tongue and held it there for a moment. He could see the fear in her eyes and relished in her misery. The groundskeeper pleaded with her eyes to be released, but it was to no avail.

        Fluttershy: I missed the part where my eyes were held.

        twow: Bronystories might have missed a spot check.

 She gasped as the curved metal spike pierced her tongue. The ring held secure in her flesh and caused her eyes to grow wide with shock. She could taste her own blood. There were no attempts to spare her any pain. Blueblood seemed intent to cause his bride as much discomfort as possible.

No_M: Can we change Blueblood’s name to ‘Dickhead’?

twow: Fallen’s changed it a few times. I’m sure I’ll be okay with this one.

When the groundskeeper was allowed to close her mouth, the small silver chain hung out of her lips. The bell of paradise dangled just below her chin and jingled whenever she moved her head. The bride wept silently from the pain and humiliation of her fresh piercing.

        Fluttershy: I...feel kinda sad for story-me.

        twow: (hugs Fluttershy) We all do.

As she shook from sorrow, the bell jingled happily; mocking her pain.

“Now my bride has a proper voice,” Blueblood said, proudly, “Wherever she goes, all shall hear her approach.”

No_M: (pulls out, and cocks the rongeur-gun)

twow: As much as I want to, not yet.

As she sat in utter misery, the groundskeeper could feel her fresh piercing clinking as the ring and tiny chain rubbed against her teeth. She ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth, but stopped when it caused her further discomfort. She retracted her tongue to the center of her mouth, so as to keep the metal ring from pressing against her teeth. This caused more links of the chain to slide past her lips. Her teeth bit down on the small chain in frustration.

        twow: I know that I’ve said you look cute frustrated, but not like this.

The bride felt herself shrink before the stony gaze of Celestia, who circled the groundskeeper and stopped when she was right behind her.

“Nephew, hold your bride down,” Celestia said, “We wish to inspect her in preparation for your consummation.”

        twow: But, she’s perfect.

        Fluttershy: Now you’re just being biased.

        twow: But I’m not wrong.

Before the groundskeeper could react, Blueblood put a forehoof behind her head and pressed her face into his lap. The odor of Blueblood’s unwashed genitals caused her to retch. Her nose was pressed against his sweaty sack. Any other mare would’ve taken advantage of her position and enacted revenge by biting down hard on Blueblood’s balls.

No_M: Curse you Fluttershy for being so kind. No, I can’t actually curse you. That’d be too mean.

Fluttershy: It’s okay.

twow: But GOD I wish you had done it.

The prince knew that the groundskeeper posed no threat to him. He could sense that she was so timid and gentle, that she wouldn’t fight back.

No_M: I dunno. Fluttershy, you were pretty good about not being a pushover when you didn’t want to see the Dragon Migration that one time. 

Fluttershy: Which makes this worse. I would try to fight!

 He played with her pink mane and stroked it with his forehooves.

“You may be a doormat now,” Blueblood thought, “but after your training, other ponies shall tremble beneath your indomitable will. You shall be my magnum opus.”

        twow: She’s not a doormat!

Fluttershy: Something tells me we should be glad that’s the only thing that made him mad right there.

The bride made a silent gasp as she felt Celestia’s hot breath on her rear. Celestia sniffed lustfully at the groundskeeper’s ass. The bride cringed as she felt Celestia’s warm, wet tongue licking the fear-induced sweat from her yellow butt cheeks.

        Fluttershy: (looks at twow and nods)

        twow: (sighing) Nocturnal, Fluttershy. And so it begins.

Sticking her tongue into the groove, Celestia began to press her tongue against the bride’s sphincter. After several failed attempts to gain entrance, Celestia lifted up her head; thoroughly impressed.

“By Discord’s bifurcated beaver basher!”

No_M: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!?

twow: I’m starting to think that BS just jammed words together that started with the same fucking letter!

Celestia exclaimed, “Her asshole is so tight, we’d wager that her excrement must be no bigger than a speck of dust!”

“Anal virginity is a condition which our nephew shall soon relieve her of,” Luna said, sinisterly, “The satin sheets of their honeymoon suite shall surely run red from her rectal reaming.”

        twow: *WHAM*

Fluttershy: I’d actually not like to have sex like that, and you need to stop slamming your head into the wall.

“Indeed,” Celestia said, as she stared lustfully at the groundskeeper’s obstinate orifice, “Since her ass has been inspected and proven virginal, we must certify it with the seal of sodomy!”

Luna was already prepared and trotted over to Celestia while levitating a large red candle.

No_M: I don’t even wanna fucking know what they’re gonna do with that candle. Unfortunately, I’m sure the story’s gonna tell us anyway.

Even though Blueblood was holding her head down, the bride managed to catch a glimpse of the large candle and grew fearful as to what the princesses planned to do with that. Luna smiled as she made eye contact with the petrified pegasus.

        twow: “Don’t worry, little one. We’re just going to light you up!”

No_M: (starts singing Fall Out Boy’s ‘My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark’)

Fluttershy: You and twow should sing together sometime.

“Fear not,” Luna said, “We have no intentions of sodomizing you with this candle. That pleasure shall be reserved for your future husband.” Luna’s words did nothing to alleviate the bride’s fears.

        Fluttershy: AS THEY SHOULDN’T.

Celestia used her magical aura to take the lit candle from her sister. She levitated the candle over the groundskeeper’s ass. She could feel the uncomfortable warmth dangerously close to her tail.

“The seal of sodomy is an indication that you have saved your first embuggering for your husband,” Celestia said, “Now hold still and try not to wiggle.”

        Fluttershy: Because THAT will be easy.

        twow: Just go to your happy place.

Taking careful aim, Celestia allowed the hot candle wax to drip onto the bride’s exposed rear entrance. Her body shook as the wax burned her anus. She opened her mouth and silently screamed in pain. Her agony did not go unnoticed by her husband. The groundskeeper could feel Blueblood’s stallionhood sliding out of its sheath. It felt warm pressed against the side of her face.

        Fluttershy: (rubbing her face) EW! EW! EWWWWWWWWW!

Watching his bride’s anal passage being sealed with hot wax caused sticky precum to drip from Blueblood’s hardening shaft. He could feel her anguished tears land softly upon his ballsack.

        twow: “BURN. BURN TO ASHES!”

No_M: “THEN BURN THE ASHES!”

Celestia adjusted the bride’s bottom so that it was sticking straight up in the air. A small puddle of hot melted wax covered her sphincter.

No_M: I’m sure it’s someone’s fetish.

Fluttershy: Maybe the author’s?

No_M: It would not surprise me.

“Quickly,” Celestia said to her nephew, “before the wax fully congeals, monogram the seal of sodomy and claim her ass for yourself.”

Blueblood glanced down at the horseshoe on his right forehoof. At the toe of the horseshoe, there was a small, ornately-designed backwards letter “B.” Blueblood used this hoof to seal letters or sign official documents.

        twow: He’s going to BRAND her?!

Following his aunt’s commands, Blueblood stood and trotted behind his bride. The red wax was just beginning to harden. Blueblood placed his right forehoof in between his bride’s butt cheeks and pressed the toe of his horseshoe into the wax.

        Fluttershy: (shifts in her seat)

        twow: Relax. You know I wouldn’t let this happen.

        Fluttershy: That doesn’t stop me from imagining it!

When Blueblood pulled his hoof back, the wax seal over his bride’s anus was emblazoned with a bold letter “B;” signifying to all the world that her ass was his.

        twow: Blueblood, I want you to remember this day. Emblazon it in your memory.

        Blueblood: Why?

        twow: Because I’m bringing it up when I beat the shit out of you.

The groundskeeper covered her face with her hooves and wept bitterly. She just wanted to awaken from this hellish nightmare and return to the simple pleasures of her garden. She felt as though she was being punished for desiring a life beyond her lowly station of groundskeeper.

        Fluttershy: And of course I have to suffer for existing.

        twow: This story hates everypony.

She deeply regretted every moment she had spent longing for the intimate caress of Prince Blueblood. She realized too late that the kind and romantic stallion of her dreams was the antithesis of reality.

No_M: I... I don’t have anything to say other than I hate this story.

Fluttershy: I share that.

twow: (agitated) I can’t take much more. Already.

“Why so despondent, my little rosebud?” Blueblood said, in mock innocence, “Do you fear damnation?”

The groundskeeper shut her eyes and gave a defeated nod.

        Fluttershy: Not much I can really do there.

“Weep not, for you are not damned,” Blueblood said to his bride, “Damnation is simply a lack of progression. All those who impose moral restraints are damning themselves. They stifle their lusts and deny themselves pleasure.

twow: They have pleasure. They just save it for the right times and it’s not FUCKED UP!

Fluttershy: Your logic implies that twow and I should drop waiting and just start rutting each other right now!

All: ...

twow: Nocturnal, I am so sorry.

No_M: I’ve heard worse. I’m dating Prime after all.

twow: True.

Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the others. Only those who fully-embrace libertine ideals can truly find salvation.”

        twow: Refer to comment that Fluttershy just said.

The groundskeeper would’ve rather been tortured some more than listen to Blueblood speak. His once sweet words were poison to her now. His sincerity and calm demeanor were the most unsettling aspects of this scenario.

No_M: And thus we learn, Fluttershy is the only sane pony in this entire story. The End.

twow: Well, we can’t forget the other Elements that were brutally murdered.

No_M: Oh, yeah. Them too. ‘Shy’s the only sane one left.

Fluttershy: At this rate, I’m fearing that won’t last long.

As Blueblood stared at his quivering bride, Celestia excused herself to gather the next part of the wedding ceremony. Luna approached the bride and lifted her head; forcing her to stand. The bell of paradise jingled as she stood there trembling before Luna.

        twow: Bell of paradise, my ass!

The wax had hardened around her anus and clung stubbornly to the groove between her cheeks.

The groundskeeper’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. Luna derived great pleasure in lapping up the tears of her victims.

        twow: Well Nocturnal, I guess you and Luna share some of the same activities.

No_M: At least I keep tear-eating to my own tears. Eating others’ tears is just... EECH.

twow: So you wouldn’t eat Fallen’s?

No_M: Probably not.  

Fluttershy: I noted that you said “probably.”

twow: There’s hope!

 She leaned in and ran her tongue along the side of the bride’s face.

The groundskeeper stood there, shivering with fear and self-loathing. Her sensitive tongue throbbed due to her fresh piercing and her asshole stung from the hot wax. She pressed her wings tightly against her sides. She wished she could shrink herself invisible.

Fluttershy: Remember when I said I wanted to be a tree? That sounds even better right now.

 She wrestled with her own fears as she tried desperately to summon what little courage she possessed and use it to concoct a plan of escape, but her captors had other plans in mind.

“You look lovely,” Luna said, as she fawned over the weeping bride.

“Exquisite,” Celestia added as she returned from her momentary absence.

        twow: Not that I would ever call her ugly, but I’m sure she’s looked better.

        Fluttershy: Like...before this all happened.

Princess Celestia levitated a small tray over to the bride. Two rings rested upon it. One was too large to fit around a unicorn’s horn, while the other ring was a small piercing.

“Now is the time to exchange wedding rings,” Celestia said, to the bride, “Open your mouth and receive your husband’s ring, so that you may present it to him.”

twow: I’m sure she remembered what happened the LAST time she opened her mouth.

The bride grit her teeth shut, which caused her to bite down on the silver chain protruding from her lips. In the end, her efforts were no match for ancient alicorn magic.

“You must open your mouth wide, or else it will not fit,” Luna said, encouragingly.

Fluttershy: You know I’m not gonna do it. Why don’t you just do it from the beginning?

        twow: Because that would be implying these two weren’t sadistic.

No_M: I can hope, can’t I?

twow: Of course. And then the story will rip that away from you.

Using her magic, Celestia forced the groundskeeper’s trembling maw open. The large ring was then inserted passed her lips.

The bride tried to bite down, but the gold ring forced her mouth to remain open in an obscene ‘O’ shape.

No_M: FUCKING NOOOOPE. Totally don’t want this to go where I think it’s gonna go.

Fluttershy: (clings to Nocturnal)

twow: Yeah...it might be best for her to be over there. Just...hug her or something.

The ring forced the silver chain in her mouth to press against the inside of her bottom lip, which caused additional discomfort.

The destined location of her husband’s ring became all too apparent when his hard cock came into view.

        twow: They aren’t married yet.

When fully aroused, Blueblood’s erect stallionhood was three times longer than in its flaccid state. His musk was overwhelming. Blueblood’s bride was hypnotized by his sweaty, musculocavernous member.

        twow: What, did you eat a dictionary before you wrote this?!

Thick veins pumped blood into the prince’s throbbing choad

No_M: HOW IS THAT EVEN A WORD!? 

as a bead of precum glistened from the tip.

“He is ready,” Celestia said, as she whispered into the bride’s ear, “Render unto your husband his ring.”

        Fluttershy: Only if I can choke him with it.

The groundskeeper’s heart beat fast in her chest. She was powerless to resist Blueblood as he put his forehooves around her head and slowly forced his shaft into her mouth.

        Fluttershy: Please, no! NO! DO NOT WANT!

In spite of her growing desire to bite down, the cock ring prevented her from doing so. She felt his warm knob

No_M: Every time Gavin says ‘knob’ in a video now... MOTHERFUCKER.

slide pass the ring and across her tongue. She took the first half of Blueblood’s cock, while trying her best not to gag.

        twow: All of my jokes, just gone.

Blueblood enjoyed the warm wetness of her throat. He could feel the silver piercing in her tongue rubbing against the underside of his shaft. Tugging and jostling her fresh tongue ring caused the groundskeeper severe pain.

        Fluttershy: (jams head into Nocturnal’s side) I can’t take this!

No_M: (pets Fluttershy’s head) Shhhhh. Only bunnies now.

twow: ...bunnies?

No_M: Bunnies always make me feel better. Bunnies and cats.

The room was filled with loud slurping and sucking sounds as Blueblood continued pistoning his bride’s throat. The bell of paradise jingled erratically from the frantic pace.

        twow: It’s like he’s running a marathon.

The groundskeeper had never been intimate with another pony before, although she hardly considered what she was being forced to do as intimate; especially with Blueblood’s aunts watching and critiquing her performance.

        twow: How do you critique someone who has no control over what she’s doing?

        Fluttershy: He’s in control! All I can do is take it. They should be critiquing HIM.

She didn’t know how to process the myriad conflicting emotions occurring within her body.

“Hurry up and take him to the root already,” Luna said, impatiently, “We’ll be here all night at the rate you’re going.”

As much as the groundskeeper hated to admit it, Prince Blueblood’s musk was making her wet. A small pearl of mare lube poked out from within her tiny slit. Her undesired arousal did not go unnoticed by the royal sisters.

        All: Because of COURSE.

“It would seem you are already becoming wet,” Celestia remarked, “Does the mere act of performing fellatio excite you so?”

“Considering her inability to speak, she’s probably grateful to finally have something useful to do with her mouth,” Luna said, coldly.

        twow: Hey Luna. Fuck you.

The bride’s eyes went wide as she she gagged. Drool dripped down her chin. Even though she was ashamed to be sucking Blueblood’s cock, she was unable to conceal her arousal. Her clit began to swell as Blueblood slid his stallionhood further down her spit-slickened throat.

        twow: Wait, her clit SWELLED? Does that even happen?!

“Her leaking desire is a sign of how desperate she is for your cock, nephew,” Celestia said, as she stared, transfixed, at the groundskeeper’s swollen clitoris, “Her whorish libedo will make attaching her ring all the easier.”

No_M: NO. I did not see that coming. I should’ve, but I didn’t and just NO.

twow: I guess wedding rings are out of date.

Fluttershy: That was awful.

twow: I’m TRYING.

A thick band of flesh formed halfway down the length of Blueblood’s shaft, which was known as a phimotic ring. The groundskeeper paused, as the increased thickness was having difficulties passing through the gold ring.

        Fluttershy: That’s why rings normally go on the...horn? I don’t know.

        twow: Fingers for us humans.

 Blueblood winced as he forced the second half of his shaft passed the gold ring and down his bride’s gullet. She sputtered and choked as her throat swelled from the humongous horsecock tickling her tonsils.

        twow: Sweetheart, apparently you have a really small throat.

        Fluttershy: Why do you say that?

        twow: Because you can’t take one and a half inches.

The bell of paradise danced about while making happy jingling sounds.

The groundskeeper’s body convulsed from lack of oxygen. Her lungs cried out for air as she sputtered and twitched. Blueblood reveled in the obscene sounds of his bride choking on his choad.

        twow: See, stories like this turn me OFF to sex.

“Almost there...” Blueblood said, as he forced her lips down to the root of his member.

The groundskeeper’s vision had become hazy. For a moment, she thought she would pass out, but she was not so lucky. She felt her nose brush against Blueblood’s crotch. The schlong down her throat meant that breathing wasn’t an option at the moment.

No_M: Gag and throw up on his dick!

twow: He’d probably just stick it back in.

Her face started to change color from lack of oxygen.

Just before she fainted, Blueblood removed his cock from her mouth. A saliva-soaked gold ring fit snuggly around the root of his shaft. Celestia used magic to tighten the ring, which would allow him to maintain an erection for hours.

        Fluttershy: And when it wore off, his penis would fall off.

        twow: :D

Blueblood’s bride slumped to the floor and took deep breaths. The bell of paradise kept jingling as she drooled a mix of her own saliva and the prince’s precum onto the ground. She coughed as her body shook in revulsion.

        twow: Worst. Smoothie. Ever.

The groundskeeper closed her eyes and wallowed in sorrow and self-pity. She was ashamed for allowing herself to become aroused from performing such an obscene act. She longed for love; not unbridled lust. The royal sisters leaned in close to inspect the groundskeeper’s dripping yellow pussy.

        Fluttershy: (shifts in chair) Why does this make me feel unclean?

        twow: Try not to think about it.

“You must really glean pleasure from abusing your body,” Luna said, “Admit it. Thou art a masochist who enjoys being punished.”

The bride began to cry and vehemently shook her head, which caused the bell to jingle.

“Thy head says no, but thy lower lubricated lips betray thee,” Celestia said, “Your cunt cries out to be deflowered.”

No_M: Ugh. The way Celestia talks in this story just... BOTHERS me. I mean, Luna’s almost as bad, but it seems like Celestia is ten times worse.

twow: How so? Besides the obvious.

No_M: Mostly just the obvious. I don’t mind the old English that much. But “lower lubricated lips” and “Your cunt cries out to be deflowered”? Eech.

Fluttershy: I think that first part was allitera-

twow: Right. (facedesks)

“All in good time,” Blueblood said, menacingly, “First, I must present her with my ring.”

        Fluttershy: I thought he DID.

The groundskeeper was quivering in a puddle of her own drool as Blueblood used his magic to unceremoniously flip her onto her back. The bride’s legs were splayed, revealing her moist slit and swollen clit. Blueblood paused for a moment to admire the beauty of his virgin bride.

        twow: She’s MINE.

        Fluttershy: You care so much.

        twow: Really? If anyone hurt you, Nocturnal would do worse.

“The most beautiful rosebud in the Canterlot garden is mine for the plucking,” Blueblood said, poetically.

As he brought the clit ring nearer to her privates, the groundskeeer squirmed and tried to run,

        twow: The fuck is a “groundskeeer?”

but Celestia and Luna silently glided over to her like windigos and held her down.

Luna played with the bride’s bell of paradise by patting it around with her forehoof; like a cat playing with a mouse.

No_M: Bitch please. My cats rip open their prey and mutilate it. They destroyed their chirpy mouse toys within 24 hours of us adopting them. And one of them eats fucking spiders. And these are the most tame, non-threatening cats ever.

Fluttershy: We should dress Blueblood up in a mouse suit.

twow: And add spider legs.

No_M: Bathe him in catnip and it’s almost guaranteed that the kittens’ll be all over him.

The groundskeeper tried in vain to close her legs, but Celestia and Luna held them open; giving Blueblood a clear view of his prize.

“Stop fidgeting,” Blueblood scolded, “Exchanging rings requires precision.”

        twow: “Don’t make me have to go deeper!”

The bride was sobbing uncontrollably as Blueblood stared at his bride’s nethers. He saw her pink tail pressed against the ground, like a carpet which had been rolled out for him. Above that that, was her red wax seal of sodomy. Above that, was her exposed clitoris and dripping slit.

twow: It’s quite the effort for a story to make me NOT want to picture that on my girlfriend.

Parting her vaginal veil, Blueblood peered inside and inspected her warm, sticky folds. His heart skipped a beat as he was greeted with a most welcome surprize.

“A virgin!” Blueblood said, eagerly, “My bride has saved herself for her prince.”

        twow: SHIT.

        Fluttershy: To be fair, I am one...

        twow: I’m not saying that’s bad, but that just leads into more pain for you.

Blueblood had merely presumed that she was a virgin before, but this confirmed it. The mare’s hymen was meticulously preserved. A thin membrane ring lined the inner walls of her vagina; a symbol of her chastity.

“Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced,” Blueblood said as he stared into his bride’s fearful eyes, “Now is the time for worship services.”

        twow: Either of you two confused yet?

        Fluttershy: Yes.

No_M: Sometimes, the kittens curl up on soft pieces of cloth and it’s super adorable.

twow: Are you even here anymore?

No_M: In body, yes. In mind... eh, not so much. I get like this sometimes. Expect screaming about potatoes and grapes later.

twow: I’ll make a note of it.

Placing his tongue on her taint, Blueblood licked the entire length of her marehood.

        twow: THAT WORD.

He suckled and nipped at her clitoris, which caused his bride to squirm uncomfortably. Blueblood buried his snout into her crotch as his tongue slurped and flicked at her quivering mound.

The groundskeeper’s clit was red and swollen with unwanted arousal. Prince Blueblood levitated a golden ring over to her pleasure nub. She would soon be his; both body and soul. Partner. Lover. For all eternity.

        Fluttershy: (presses into twow’s side)

        twow: It’s alright. We’re right here.

“I shall consume your soul and leave you empty inside,” Blueblood said as he stared into the eyes of his petrified bride, “You’ll feel naught but emptiness without my cock inside you. No other earthly pleasure will compare with your desire for fornication. I shall transform you from a contemptible virgin into a princess of putrescence.”

        twow: Not if she kills you first.

Taking careful aim, Blueblood positioned the small ring next to her clit. The bride was too exhausted from her futile struggling to move. She had nearly choked to death while applying Blueblood’s cock ring and was finding her resolve quickly draining.

“With this ring,” Blueblood muttered, “I do thee wed.”

        twow: “Now if anyone has any reasons why these two should not be wed...”

        Fluttershy: “EVERYTHING!”

As she felt the cold metal pierce her exposed clit, the bride’s body spasmed violently. She was momentarily blinded by white-hot pain as a drop of blood trickled down her slit. Her bell of paradise jingled spastically as the blood from her clit mingled with the red wax covering her anus.

No_M: (vomits)

twow: (hands Nocturnal the bucket) Here. Share it with Fluttershy.

Celestia put a forehoof over her neck to keep the bride’s head still. Luna amused herself be nibbling on the groundskeeper's right ear and licking inside it.

The pain of her pierced clitoris was more than the bride could bear.

        Fluttershy: AAGH!

twow: (wincing) Son of a bitch. Nocturnal, could you help her? I don’t know what to do.

No_M: (grabs Fluttershy, pets her mane, and hands her the vomit bucket)

Fluttershy: (softly) I just wanna go home...

She silently cried out in anguish as her fleshy nub bled. The bell attached to her tongue jingled in time to her labored breathing.

“As you writhe on the ground in unspeakable pain, you have never looked more beautiful to me.” Blueblood said.

No_M: Fucking asshole.

twow: Took the words right out of my mouth.

The unexpected and sudden agony was too much for the groundskeeper to bear. Amidst the stinging pain and her abject terror, the bride couldn’t hold her water. Her body trembled as a healthy stream of piss arched into the air.

“My bride is offering me her champagne!” Blueblood said, happily, “How romantic.”

        twow: And now we see just how low his standards are.

Bringing his muzzle forward, Blueblood placed his lips over his bride’s bloody and piss-soaked hole. The eager prince guzzled her acrid urine with wild abandon. Piss splashed directly onto Blueblood’s tongue before sliding down his eager throat. He moaned in pleasure as his bride’s bladder emptied itself into his mouth.

No_M: I hope to god Prime doesn’t have any weird ass fetishes or kinks like watersports. Please god no.

twow: Nah. He’ll probably make you dress up like Optimus Prime. (smacked by Nocturnal)

No_M: And if he does THAT, I’m putting him in women’s lingerie.

Fluttershy: (giggles) That’s funny!

twow: Do NOT want to picture that.

The groundskeeper twitched as she felt Blueblood’s tongue penetrate her labia, as if trying to coax more piss out of her.

After a minute, the bride’s urine had been reduced to a faint trickle. The last few spurts arched up into the air while she lay on her back. She had never felt so mortified or violated.

        All: NO REALLY.

Blueblood licked her labia clean of urine, before biting onto her clit ring with his tongue and tugging on it playfully. The groundskeeper winched as her swollen nub stretched and bled.

While Blueblood had managed to swallow most of his bride’s piss, trace amounts of it had stained his muzzle and dripped down his chin.

“Your bride has stained your coat yellow,” Luna said, smiling, “You match!”

        Fluttershy: ...can I dye my coat anything but yellow now?

No_M: Shhh. Your coat’s a nice yellow. Not one I would compare to urine stains, even if I started to go colorblind.

twow: And Blueblood’s coat is going to have a healthy sheen of red anyway.

After a moment of intense twat torture,

No_M: FUCKING CALL IT A VAGINA.

twow: (shoots TV) WHY WON’T IT WORK?!

Blueblood let go of the clit ring. He stood up and stared quizzically at his bride, as if he were debating how to further debase her. She looked at him in a desperate attempt to invoke sympathy. Blueblood responded by spitting on her face.

        twow: Kill. KILL. KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!

His loogie landed on her left eye. She would’ve lifted a forehoof to wipe it away, but Celestia and Luna were still holding her down. The groundskeeper had no choice but to lay there as Blueblood’s mouth mucus oozed down her left cheek.

        Fluttershy: “Mouth mucus?”

        twow: Now BS is just fucking with me.

She began to silently whimper. The only sounds made were the jingling of her bell.

“The pain you feel now is the passing of weakness,” Blueblood said, “When temperance and forbearance have been purged from your body, you will be worthy to hold the title of libertine.”

        Fluttershy: I don’t think it’s worth it.

Blueblood smiled as he imagined his bride being a match for his cruelty after her transformation. Years from now, all who heard her jingling bell would know that the most sadistic mare in all the land was approaching. Equestrians would quake with fear at the mere mention of her name.

No_M: SHED.MOV, that is all.

twow: I still haven’t seen that.

After letting go of the groundskeeper, Celestia and Luna stood up and walked over to Blueblood. His bride lay on the ground in abject disgrace. Her anus had been burned by hot wax and she was bleeding from the fresh piercings in her tongue and clit. Her silver bell dangled limply as she tried to breath.

        Fluttershy: So I’m basically living in hell.

        twow: Nah. Your soul is going anywhere but there.

“Nephew,” Celestia said, “Your bride has been deemed worthy to join our ranks. Are you prepared to receive the unspeakable gift of immortality?”

Blueblood’s heart jumped into his throat. This was the moment he had been dreaming of his whole life. Soon, he would become a god. Not only would he be feared, he would be worshipped.e

        twow: Blueblood immortal. DEAR GOD NO.

No_M: What’s worse is that Fluttershy’ll be immortal too. To endure the sadistic whims of Blueblood for all eternity. (grabs Fluttershy and hugs her)

twow: Do me a favor and keep doing that. Because I can’t help her.

“I’m ready,” Blueblood said, “Grant me this honor, which is thy power.” Celestia smiled.

“Join us in the center of the room that we may conduct a hoof fasting ceremony,” Celestia said.

        Fluttershy: As long as they don’t use wax, okay.

Luna directed Blueblood and his bride to stand in a large circle of lit candles, which Celestia had arranged on the floor. The groundskeeper was reluctant to move, but Luna forced her by tugging on the bell of paradise.

        twow: Stop calling it that.

“Now, stand on your hind legs and face each other,” Celestia said. Blueblood gazed at his bride. She didn’t look at him, but instead chose to focus on the little candles which surrounded her on the ground. Following Celestia’s orders, Blueblood and his bride stood on their hind legs.

“How long must we remain like this?” Blueblood said, “It’s difficult to balance on two legs.”

twow: Oh, shut the fuck UP. Fluttershy’s been through hell and you're bitching about standing up? You fucking prick!

“Support each other with your forehooves,” Celestia said, “Right forehoof to right forehoof and left forehoof to left forehoof. When your hooves cross in the middle, they make a figure eight, or the symbol for infinity. As your hooves come together to balance and help your spouse to stand, may you both support each other in all aspects of your marriage.”

        Fluttershy: I’d gladly do so if I hadn’t been tortured and hurt.

        twow: This is the making of a broken relationship.

It was a surprisingly sweet sentiment. If the groundskeeper hadn’t just been violated and tortured, she might’ve actually appreciated the ceremony.

No_M: People like grapes.

Fluttershy: Grapes?

No_M: Yes. Watermelon’s pretty good too. But grapes are the best.

twow: Nocturnal, what the hell are you talking about?

No_M: I warned you about the grapes twow.

twow: I think that you’re going insane.

No_M: AND I’M TAKING YOU WITH ME. WHEEEEEEE~

Fluttershy: Oh boy.

“Now, to bind your forehooves with the fasting cord,” Luna said, as she brought a red silk cord, to symbolize their passion. She tied it around their forehooves three times, before forming another figure eight with the cord. Luna then bowed her head and rested the tip of her horn on the red cord. Summoning ancient magics, Luna recited an incantation.

        twow: She’s going to read from the Necronomicon.

“This is the spell that we intone, flesh to flesh and bone to bone, sinew to sinew and vein to vein, each one to its own again,” Luna said, “Made to measure, wrought to bind, blessed be this cord entwined.”

The cord glowed and began to make snapping and crackling sounds as sparks flew from both ends. The cord was consumed by the fire until there was nothing left. The sparks didn’t burn, but tingled.

No_M: This goddamn cord thing is gonna come back to bite us in the ass, I can feel it in my bones.

Fluttershy: Someone’s going to be hung by it. Calling it now.

No_M: But the cord burned. There’s nothing left of it. I mostly mean the ancient majyyks that Luna used.

twow: Watch the cord come BACK. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Once the cord had been consumed, Luna stepped back and allowed Celestia to take her place.

“Mares and gentlecolts, we are gathered here on this most auspicious of nights to celebrate the union of Prince Blueblood and his mute bride,” Celestia said, “If anypony can think of a reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace.”

        twow: I can think of one pony that would...OH FUCKING WAIT.

The groundskeeper tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She shook her head, but Luna was using her aura to keep the bell of paradise suspended in midair, which prevented it from making any sound.

        Fluttershy: I really hate everypony in this.

        twow: Now this just got stupider.

“No objections?” Celestia said, tauntingly, “Then I now pronounce you mare and colt. You may kiss the bride.”

Blueblood and the groundskeeper stood on their hind legs, with their forehooves crossed. Blueblood leaned forward to kiss his bride, while she leaned her head further away. Luna used her magic to manipulate the bell of paradise and forced the bride to lean her head forward until her outstretched tongue entered Blueblood’s mouth.

No_M: Luna you cunt. Stop that right this instant.

twow: It’s cute how you think she’ll actually do so.

She kissed Blueblood as her bell dangled below their chins. She could feel Blueblood’s hot breath as his tongue tenaciously probed her mouth. When the kiss was broken, Blueblood and his bride stopped holding hooves and returned to standing on all fours. Blueblood beamed as his bride knelt before him as a sign of deference.

        Fluttershy: More of a sign of being tired.

        twow: Frankly, you deserve a medal for not passing out yet.

“Now that you are officially married, it is time for the wedding toast,” Celestia said, “Luna, bring out the sacrifices!”

        twow: Oh, that’s a good sign.

From behind a large curtain in the back of their bedroom, Luna used her magic to push a large wine press which was set on wheels. The press consisted of a large wooden tub and operated via a complex system of gears and levers. A spiraled metal pole jutted up from the center of the press and connected to a heavy wooden lid. When lowered, the lid would crush the contents of the press into a liquidy pulp.

No_M: Now why can’t they just cut their throats like earlier in the story? Oh right. This is Blueblood we’re talking about here.

twow: And I know exactly who’s going to be sacrificed.

Two mares dangled from a rope which was tied to a hook in the underside of the press lid. A mint-colored unicorn and cream-colored earth pony, who had both become recent servants of the princesses.

        Fluttershy: Lyra and Bon-Bon?!

        twow: FUCKING. CALLED. IT.

No_M: Shh. Stay calm twow. We still have more story to get through before you lose your mind.

twow: (mumbling) I can’t take much more of this...

No_M: You need another slice of ice cream cake?

twow: Would it even help?

Fluttershy: Apathy. That scares me more than the anger.

No_M: (hugs twow)

Their mouths were tied with gags. They made muffled moans as the large barrel was wheeled to the center of the room.

“Remove their gags,” Celestia said, “Full-throated screaming is much more entertaining than muffled pleas.”

twow: Put that shit on a soundtrack and these two bitches would have the perfect lullaby tape.

Luna used her silver dagger to cut off the gags; allowing their victims to speak.

“Well, this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into,” the earth pony servant said.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” the unicorn servant said, “We’ve gotten out of worse scrapes before.”

Fluttershy: There was that one time when they had to jump through burning hoops over a pit of lava.

Luna levitated her dagger over to the squabbling couple and cut their ropes, which dropped them into the wine press.

“I’ve heard of being over a barrel, but this is ridiculous,” the unicorn servant said, while rubbing the back of her head with her forehoof.

        twow: She could also have been in the frying pan.

        Fluttershy: That’s a horrible thought.

“Would you stop with the jokes?” the earth pony servant said, angrily, “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“A sacrifice must be made,” Celestia said, as she ignored the words of the bickering couple in the vat, “To prolong a life, the life of another must be cut short. It is the way of things.”

No_M: I wish I could scream “IMMORTALITY DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT” at the story, but it does in this universe. It’s fucking stupid, but it works.

        Fluttershy: Don’t they have to bathe in the blood of virgins or something like that?

No_M: Essentially.

twow: ...nah, that’d be too dirty.

Blueblood stared at the wine press with sadistic glee, while his bride was discovering new ways to become petrified with fear.

        twow: As I’ve said before, I’m surprised she’s still standing.

Luna pulled a large lever, which sent the lid slowly closing down into the wine press. Although the thick wooden sides of the barrel obscured the two ponies inside from view, all those present could hear their hooves pounding on the sides and their screams of protest.

“No!” the earth pony servant cried, “Let us out, please! We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Is this because I was stealing the royal bath soaps?” the unicorn said, indignantly, “I’ll return them. I swear!”

No_M: New headcanon - Blueblood universe Lyra does bath salts.

twow: PFFFFFFT.

The bride couldn’t stand the screams of the two trapped mares. There was nothing she could do to save them; she was too petrified to move her hooves. She shook her head frantically, in the hopes that her jingling bell would drown out their anguished pleas.

“Stop!” the cream-colored mare screamed, “Please stop, for mercy’s sake!”

        Fluttershy: They have no mercy! Isn’t what they’ve done to me enough proof?!

The unicorn looked into her marefriend’s eyes, which were swimming with tears.

“This is it, isn’t it?” the earth pony asked her marefriend, “All our escapes and misadventures were just leading to this?”

        twow: Actually, they were leading to the Farplane.

“If we are to die,” the unicorn said, “Then let’s make one last pleasant memory together.” The unicorn threw herself on top of her marefriend to shield her from the crushing lid. As their eyes met, the unicorn leaned down and kissed her marefriend.

“I love you,” the unicorn said, “I’ll always love you; even after we transcend this cruel plane of existence.”

twow: Huh. That was really depressing...

No_M: Nothing about this story ISN’T depressing though.

twow: This hits me more though for some reason.

“Oh, Lyra,” the earth pony said.

“Bon Bon,” Lyra replied.

twow: Ya know, I think that’s the first time anypony that isn’t fucked in the brain has been named, save the fillies and colts.

The sentiments were cut short by the lid of the press pushing down against Lyra’s back. Exerting all of her strength, she tried to stop the press from crushing Bon Bon for as long as possible. Her knees began to shake.

        Fluttershy: (wincing)

        twow: It’s like a Indiana Jones trap that works.

Celestia and Luna could hear the mechanisms straining under the fierce resistance. Bon Bon crawled out from underneath Lyra and helped to stop the lid’s descent.

“Please!” Bon Bon begged, “Somepony! Anypony! Save us!”

        twow: Now that’s not even fair.

The groundskeeper felt a fire burn within her. She had been too much of a doormat to resist the mutilation of her body. She was used to putting her own comforts aside. It was only when she saw the libertines attempting to murder two ponies that she felt a small spark of courage.

        Fluttershy: I’m standing by my claim that I would have fought before this.

The two mares inside the barrel were struggling against the press. They had managed to stall the mechanism, but there was no telling how long they could hold out. The gears of the press made loud, grinding sounds as they fought against the fierce resistance.

“These two stubborn dykes

No_M: (hisses angrily)

twow: Yikes. Sore spot?

No_M: A bit, yes.

had the gall to espouse the ‘virtues’ of monogamy,” Blueblood said to his bride, “When my aunts interrogated them, the two mares claimed to have reserved their fornications exclusively for each other. There’s no room in this world for such close-minded behavior.

        twow: Oh, you mean commitment?

        Fluttershy: So many examples, don’t need them.

 You’re a gardener, so you know better than most. If a bee limited itself to pollinating only one flower, the rest will wither and die. They are unworthy of the blood which courses through their veins, so we shall relieve them of it.”

No_M: FLOWER SEX IS NOT THE SAME AS MAMMAL SEX.

Fluttershy: There is a difference between a BEE and a FLOWER when it comes to sex!

twow: BS, you’re slipping.

As Blueblood spoke so casually about murder, something snapped inside the mind of his bride.

        Fluttershy: Took me long enough.

        twow: Wanna kill now.

To the surprize of everyone present, including herself, the timid groundskeeper summoned courage from some previously untapped reservoir of strength. She ran past Blueblood and the princesses and grabbed onto the lever; she was determined to set it in reverse.

        twow: And then she was going to do the Cha-Cha.

Even if it meant her life was forfeit, she would not allow the libertines’ machinations to go unchallenged. She pushed with all her might, but the bride’s frail arms weren’t strong enough. She pushed harder as her bell of paradise jingled.

        twow: ...

        Fluttershy: What’s wrong?

        twow: Fallen would be happy here, because singing is the LAST thing I wanna do.

Blueblood saw her struggling with the lever and decided to help his eager bride. Using his magic aura, Blueblood telekinetically-pulled his wife back to him. As she was being levitated away, the groundskeeper tried to hold tight to the lever.

        twow: How is that helping?

        Fluttershy: We forget that Blueblood doesn’t understand kind-

 Blueblood yanked her back with more force, which inadvertently caused her to pull the lever down to its most severe setting.

        Fluttershy: (screams)

        twow: Son of a BITCH!

Her stomach knotted when she heard the screams of the two mares as their bodies were slowly crushed.

No_M: NononononononoNONONONONONONO. 

As the press lowered itself with increased strength, the servants’ forelegs and hindlegs broke under the stran. Their valiant efforts to thwart the relentless press proved futile. Blueblood found the sound of their snapping bones and agonizing screams to be more cheerful than choirs of angels.

        twow: I’m sure every angel that exists would slaughter you right now.

He nuzzled his bride’s neck as she sat and stared at the barrel in abject horror.

“I’m so proud of you,” Blueblood said, as he kissed her tear-stained cheek.

No_M: FUCK YOU.

Fluttershy: (crying bitterly) I just want to go home! Please let me go home!

twow: (holding Fluttershy) Just a little while longer...

The gurgling screams which issued from Lyra and Bon Bon’s blood-filled mouths were soon drowned out by the sounds of their ribs cracking. After that, a chilling silence hung in the air.

A funnel in the wine press filled up a large silver goblet with fresh, warm blood. A filter helped prevent any viscera or bits of bone from contaminating the deadly draught.

        twow: There’s no filter tight enough that can get all of it from going into the goblet.

When the goblet was filled to the brim, Celestia recited an incantation.

“The blood of the innocent runs through our veins.

Through their forced sacrifice our beauty remains,” Celestia said as the tip of her horn illuminated.

        twow: I STILL don’t understand how that makes sense. What if they can’t get blood?

After Celestia stepped back, the contents of the goblet gave an eery glow. Celestia and Luna levitated it over to Blueblood and his wife.

“Drink,” Celestia said, “and know immortality.”

        Fluttershy: Can I take a rain check?

        twow: And date it for NEVER.

Blueblood’s magical aura brought the warm draught to his lips. His aunts’ enchanted goblet imbued the blood of their victims with life-granting properties.

Blueblood tipped the goblet back and drank the contents. The blood of the two mares was still warm. The dark red liquid danced on his tongue like a whore, vying for attention.

        twow: That’s...weird.

The experience was wholly new to Blueblood. He had drank the blood of his victims numerous times, but it had never before filled his body with such warmth and light. As the contents of the goblet were downed, he felt an increased bout of energy. His heart began to beat rapidly. His rock hard member twitched with anticipation as he imagined an eternity of sadistic carnal pleasures.

        twow: Annnnnd, he’s immortal now.

        Fluttershy: Does that mean that you can’t hurt him now?

        twow: He can still feel pain, right? (grins)

Blueblood had managed to stifle the aging process; even death itself was subservient to his desires. All that remained was for his bride to drink and claim her gift.

Celestia and Luna held the groundskeeper down as Blueblood lowered the goblet to her lips. She kept her mouth closed, until Celestia’s mouth forced it open.

        Fluttershy: NonononononoononNONONONO!!!

        twow: That’s when throats get cut.

The groundskeeper’s life flashed before her eyes. The thought of an eternity with Prince Blueblood was more horrible than she could bear. At that moment, she would’ve rather drunk poison and welcomed the oblivion that followed.

        twow: And everyone in this room can understand that.

Before the blood could be poured down her throat, the ceremony was interrupted.

        twow: “CHEESE!”

The door to the sisters’ bedroom was flung open, revealing the morning light. The thick shades which covered the windows to Celestia and Luna’s bedroom had kept their works in darkness. Until the door was opened, they had no idea that the sun had risen.

        Fluttershy: I thought that Celestia rose the sun. Wouldn’t she know?

twow: In this universe, they princesses don’t control the sun and the moon. That’s what led to Twilight’s death.

 A new day had dawned, like some heavy-handed symbolism.

A stallion staggered into the room as the rays of the sun washed over him. It was Filthy Rich. A trident was embedded in his neck and he was choking on his own blood.

“Kkkt. Kkkt,”

No_M: Just tried to make that noise. Came out sounding like a duck.

twow: BWHAHAHA!

Filthy Rich choked, before collapsing on the floor. Without a moment’s hesitation, Blueblood set down the goblet and ran to his fallen friend. Filthy Rich had left a trail of blood down the hall. His pulse weakened as his lungs filled with blood. Blueblood cradled Filthy Rich in his forehooves and stared at him. Blueblood was in a state of shock

        Fluttershy: He was so shocked that he lost his period.

“Filthy,” Blueblood said, in disbelief, “Who did this to you?”

Filthy Rich couldn’t answer, for he was already dead. Blueblood stared into the glassy eyes of his fellow libertine.

        Fluttershy: And then they shattered.

“Goodbye, old friend,” Prince Blueblood said, as he closed Filthy Rich’s eyes “May legions of buggerable colts sing thee to thy rest.”

No_M: How about no.

twow: Enjoy hell, bitch.

Leaving no time for sentimentality, Blueblood arose and stared at his aunts.

“Our pleasures are in peril,” Blueblood said, ominously.

The identity of Filthy Rich’s assassin became apparent soon enough. Blueblood could hear a great commotion down the hall, as royal guards fought with the commoners of Canterlot.

        Fluttershy: What’s going on?

        twow: I think that we might be experiencing what’s called a “hope spot.”

It was not just the pony citizens who were rebelling. The zebras had also risen up against their masters. One particularly-impassioned zebra led the charge on attacking the royal guards. She hurled vials and potions, which shattered on the ground and immobilized the guards.

“Shake off your fetters!

Behead your betters!” the zebra shouted as she rallied her forces behind her.

        twow: Oh hai Zecora.

Under normal circumstances, the royal guards would’ve easily overpowered any rebels. After the marathon orgy though, the guards were in no condition to fight and were quickly subdued by the populace.

        Fluttershy: And that’s why you don’t have massive orgies.

        twow: Hey, I’m fine with it if they pay for it.

Celestia and Luna left Blueblood’s bride unattended and ran to the window.

        Fluttershy: And I made my escape.

 After opening the curtains, the royal sisters gazed down at the courtyard below.

Revolutionaries were laying siege to Canterlot Castle. The guards were soaked in their own blood as the humble farmers and shop owners rose up to overthrow their despotic leaders.

        Fluttershy: Wait, I thought that they hid their activities. How did they find out?

        twow: Maybe the fucking massive orgy that took place beforehand.

 They stormed the outer walls of the castle brandishing farm implements, which had been excessively sharpened.

A small army of rebels crossed the main road through the middle in their efforts to get to the castle. They had no regard of the authority of the princesses or the established jaywalking laws.

No_M: Because the most important thing here is that they’re breaking the jaywalking laws.

twow: Rape, torture and jaywalking.

A small unit of guards was all that stood between Blueblood and the angry peasants. The libertines waited for the inexorable tide of revolutionaries.

A blue-coated unicorn with a silvery mane led the charge as she cast immobilization spells on the guards.

        Fluttershy: Trixie?

        twow: Ah, hell yeah.

She was flanked on either side by her two faithful unicorn lieutenants. The taller one had a green mane with a coat the color of sweet potatoes. The stouter one had an orange mane and a teal-colored coat.

No_M: I think these two are Snips and Snails?

twow: If so, they took a major level in badass.

“These fallen gods are no match for our righteous fury!” the stout unicorn said.

“The victory will soon be ours, o great and fearless Trixie,” the lanky unicorn said to the rebel leader.

        Fluttershy: Yes, that’s them alright.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Trixie said, boastfully.

The rebels entered the princesses’ bedchambers. They found Celestia and Luna standing beside their nephew.

“Princesses of the Moon and Sun,

You two shall pay for what you’ve done!” the zebra said.

        twow: And it’s loooooooooooooooooooooong overdue.

The opposition was too numerous for the libertines to subdue. Without intimidation, reverence and fear, they had no power.

Enchanted ropes shot out from beneath Trixie’s cloak and tied themselves around Celestia and Luna.

        Fluttershy: Don’t the princesses have magic?

        twow: Maybe having sex takes it out of them.

 The two unicorn lieutenants assaulted Prince Blueblood with sharpened farm implements.

        twow: And they cut his dick off. PLEASE tell me that happens.

"Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change." Blueblood shouted.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” The stout lieutenant said as he bashed Blueblood’s face in with a shovel.

No_M: Not enough pain. That was far too merciful. I hope he’s not dead yet because he needs more pain.

twow: We can make that happen.

As the libertines were subdued by the rebellion, the groundskeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been saved.

        Fluttershy: Really?!

        twow: Let’s....let’s take a fucking break.

No_M: Something about this is off.

twow: Yeah. All of the other Elements have died, there’s no reason that Fluttershy’s going to get off so easily.

Fluttershy: Aww, and I wanted to keep that hope.

twow: I’m not saying that you’re going to suffer more, but I’m just...not sure.

No_M: I can’t help but think back to that fucking wedding ceremony.

Fluttershy: What part about it?

No_M: The whole bonded-union bullshit. I dunno. I’m thinking that if Blueblood dies, then Fluttershy’s gonna have to die too.

twow: Well, he’s immortal now, right?

Fluttershy: I think so. But, did anything happen besides torture that bonded us together? Like, magically?

No_M: Luna’s goddamn spell and that idiotic cord.

twow: Argh! That fucking cord, of course!

Fluttershy: Well, at least I’ll be free of him...I guess.

No_M: Ugh. All this talk about the story is annoying me. Let’s talk about happier things. Like potatoes.

Fluttershy: (giggling) Do you like potatoes that much?

No_M: Yes. Yes I do. Potatoes are the best food ever discovered.

twow: I think pizza might have you beat right there.

No_M: Pizza is the best food ever invented.

twow: Ah, true fax. I stand corrected.

Fluttershy: And the best dessert is ice cream.

twow: Hell. Yes.

No_M: Hnnng, I really love oranges too.

twow: What about grapefruits? Mmmm.

No_M: I don’t think I’ve ever actually tried grapefruits.

twow: (gasp)

Fluttershy: Really?

No_M: I’m allergic to most fruit, so I tend to avoid them.

twow: Hmm. I wonder if I could try curing allergies...

Fluttershy: That would make for an interesting experiment.

twow: Yes. If I succeed, could I try it on you, Nocturnal?

No_M: ABSOULTELY! Pollen allergies in the springtime are a bitch, and it would be great to not have to deal with them anymore.

twow: Then that’ll be my priority after we’re done with this and I beat the hell out of Blueblood.

Fluttershy: Sounds like a good use of your time.

twow: I always spend my time wisely.

Pinkamena: (from TV) You’re almost done, guys! Ready to end it?

Fluttershy: PLEASE.

twow: (sighs) Sure. Ready, Nocturnal?

No_M: Let’s fucking end this.

twow: Truer words have never been spoken.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

"It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others."

— Marquis de Sade

        twow: Or the mode of being in this fanfic.

It was morning in Equestria. Canterlot Castle began the day surrounded by an angry mob, who were there to dethrone the royal family.

        Fluttershy: With axes.

        twow: I’m going to make an effort to be funny. Let’s see how long that lasts.

While most of the rebels were dragging the libertines outside for their trial and execution, at least one pony had entered the castle on a rescue mission.

        twow: Didn’t just about all of them try rescuing the hostages?

        Fluttershy: I don’t think that any of them know about them.

Sister Sunflower ran through the deserted corridors, calling out the names of her lost orphans.

“Scootaloo!” she cried, “Featherweight! Truffle Shuffle! Pipsqueak!”

It had been four long months since the children were taken from her orphanage. During that time, Sister Sunflower had spent many sleepless nights worried about their safety.

        twow: The bags under her eyes were DARK.

After Sister Spectrum received a divine call to rescue the children, Suster Sunflower prayed for her friend’s protection as she risked her life. In the end, Sister Sunflower was unable to stop Sister Spectrum from being publicly raped and beheaded.

        Fluttershy: (sighs) We know.

        twow: (bows his head)

Attendance at the Church of the Holy Sisters was at an all-time low after Celestia and Luna were revealed to be cannibalistic mass murderers.

No_M: I WONDER WHY.

twow: I turn your attention to the TWO TIMES Blueblood executed one of the Elements in public.

In spite of Canterlot losing their religion, many still held firm to the moral principles of their faith.

Sister Sunflower was one such individual. She had lost her best friend to the sadistic prince and was determined to honor her memory. Sister Sunflower reasoned that the only fitting tribute for Sister Spectrum was to complete her quest to rescue the orphans.

        Fluttershy: A noble quest.

        twow: Hopefully they didn’t all die.

In order to do that, she sought out a small band of rebels who plotted to overthrow the princesses. They met in secret; using Sister Sunflower’s church as a base of operations for the rebellion. As the numbers of outraged citizens began to swell, the rebel leaders set their sights on Canterlot Castle.

        twow: As opposed to...

        Fluttershy: Trottingham?

Sister Sunflower ran through the long hallways; checking each deserted room. She was sapped of energy and slowly sinking into despair. She feared that she would never find the children in this labyrinthine castle. They might be already dead for all she knew.

twow: Do you think that their minds are dead, or their bodies? That means a lot in this.

She reflected back on happier times; when she taught the children to offer prayers to the royal sisters and praise them with song. In light of recent events, all such memories now carried a bitter aftertaste.

“The Sisters love me. This I know,” Sister Sunflower sang, half-heartedly, “For their letters tell me so.”

        twow: NOPE. Don’t you dare ruin that song for me.

Sister Sunflower stopped in the throne room of the royal sisters. She stared at huge paintings of Celestia and Luna which adorned the walls. There was an unpleasant odor in the room, which Sister Sunflower couldn’t quite identify.

        Fluttershy: It smelled like really old urine and cheesy chips.

No_M: Don’t forget feces.

twow: Thought you died on us for a sec, Nocturnal.

She felt prompted to offer prayers to Celestia and Luna in the hopes that they might inspire her search. Sister Sunflower felt a pit form in her stomach when she realized that the royal sisters couldn’t help anypony anymore; not even themselves.

        twow: Well, they can’t NOW...

Fluttershy: I thought they were immortal. What’s stopping them from blasting everypony?

No_M: At this point, who cares.

“It was all I lie,” Sister Sunflower said, “I was blind; not knowing whom I worshipped.”

Sister Sunflower rested her head on the windowsill and began to weep. She looked up into the sky and thought of her friend.

“Sister Spectrum,” Sister Sunflower said as she prayed vocally, “I know not where your soul has gone,

        twow: To heaven. She fucking deserved it.

but if you can hear me, please aid me in finding those young innocent souls

No_M: *sobs*

Fluttershy: (hugs Nocturnal)

twow: Innocent. Yeah, I remember being innocent. Was a happy time.

who are lost.”

She closed her eyes and listened for an answer. Sister Sunflower focused and could hear the faint sounds of children’s laughter emanating from within the castle garden. The source of the noise was obscured by a large hedge.

        twow: They need to go over the hedge.

        Fluttershy: If that was a reference, it failed.

Feeling a sudden burst of energy, Sister Sunflower galloped from the throne room and down to the garden. She wasn’t prepared for what she found when she arrived.

On a patch of dead grass, her four orphans were engaged in a sexual orgy of unrivaled perversity. Two fillies, which the nun didn’t recognize, were also committing lewd acts. The visceral nature of their barbaric carnality made it impossible for the nun to avert her eyes.

        Fluttershy: Can I just...not look at this part?

        twow: Oh...this is gonna be good.

Four months of stringent conditioning by the libertines had finally broken their resolve. The minds of the six children were gone. There was no consent. There was no love. Just a perpetuation of brutal rape fueled by animalistic lust. Their desire to achieve orgasm took precedence over all else.

No_M: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE.

twow: ...I really want to know how to make this funny. SOMEONE TELL ME.

Scootaloo was grinding her vagina against a mare’s skull as she stared vacantly into space. All of the flesh had been picked clean from the skull. Scootaloo’s labia lips were red and raw.

        twow: Someone’s gonna need some ChapStick.

Not even the burning pain in her loins could dissuade her from rubbing her mound against the skull, which was slick from her juices.

“Bless my unworthy cunt, Sister Spectrum!” Scootaloo screamed in excruciating ecstasy, “Purify my pussy and make me cum! Take me to heaven with you!”

No_M: …......................................................................

Fluttershy: Ah, NOPE.

twow: “Let me into your heart! Take me and let me be reborn!”

It suddenly dawned on Sister Sunflower whose skull Scootaloo was violating. She felt as though she would be sick.

        Fluttershy: (barfs)

twow: So how long after the orgy did the children’s minds snap? Four months? Yeah, that’s right.

Scootaloo was the only child who still possessed the ability to speak. The other children were too far removed to form words. All they could do was grunt and scream while fornicating like wild beasts. Scootaloo’s connection to Sister Spectrum was the only thing that preserved her language center. She had become lost in her own make-believe world of pleasant memories, which had become corrupted by the libertines’ indoctrination.

No_M: This is so fucking sad. Jesus Christ.

twow: Don’t even try to make jokes. I’ll take care of that.

Fluttershy: I worry for your mind.

The children were covered in a mix of shit, piss, vomit and cum. If the sight wasn’t enough to make Sister Sunflower want to vomit, the smell would’ve further compelled her to puke.

Young Pipsqueak’s face had been mutilated. An empty socket was all that remained of his left eye. It didn’t stay vacant for long, though. Featherweight mounted Pipsqueak’s head and stuck the tip of his cock into the colt’s darkened eye hole.

No_M: FUCKING NOPE.

twow: How is that even a thing?

Fluttershy: I think I might see the point.

twow: That was horrible. I love it.

Featherweight made unintelligible moans, as his tongue had been cut out. All of his feathers had been plucked, leaving him to flap his useless wings against his back. Pipsqueak lay there as the colt’s member thrust inside his face. Featherweight's mouth hung open as he drooled saliva onto Pipsqueak.

A gray filly, whom Sister Sunflower had never seen before, was sucking on Pipsqueak’s hardened shaft.

        Fluttershy: ...Silver Spoon?

        twow: Oh yeah. She and Diamond exist.

In spite of his balls having already been thoroughly drained, Silver Spoon tried to coax more semen out onto her already cum-covered face. Pipsqueak’s remaining eye rolled listlessly in his head as he felt another orgasm building.

        Fluttershy: Just how LONG have they been at it?!

        twow: Three days and five hours.

No_M: Long enough that, theoretically, they should all be either passed out, or dead by now.

Truffle Shuffle had mounted a pink filly and was sodomizing her while shoving her face into a pile of shit. Rather than sobbing due to her anal assault, Diamond Tiara smiled psychotically as she feasted on feces. She imagined that her father was raping her. Truffle Shuffle had been specifically trained by Filthy Rich, so the chubby colt’s mannerisms reflected those of his late teacher.

twow: Diamond, even if I don’t like you, I want to apologize for everything I’ve said about you during this.

        Fluttershy: ...we need to leave now.

Sister Sunflower was too stunned to move. She began to weep over the loss of their innocence and sanity.

“Too late,” Sister Sunflower said, quietly, “I was too late.”

        twow: “Damn white rabbit ran off with my watch...”

Featherweight’s tongueless mouth made an unintelligible groan as he pulled out of Pipsqueak’s eye socket and came all over his face. Ejaculation splattered in Pipsqueak’s vacant socket and slid down his cheek, which created the illusion that he was crying cum. This caused a chain reaction, which resulted in Pipsqueak’s own orgasm. His excessive number of recent ejaculations had resulted in serious medical complications.

        twow: Like death. Oh wait, that SHOULD have happened.

Blood vessels in his prostate had burst, so when he came on Silver Spoon’s face, his semen was red and bloody. Pipsqueak screamed in tormented titillation as Silver Spoon swallowed his bloody cum.

No_M: *vomits*

Fluttershy: (hands Nocturnal the bucket) Your turn.

Truffle Shuffle had grown increasingly violent and domineering since his repeated sodomies from Filthy Rich. The chubby colt’s rectum was filled with anal warts, which made him feel as though his sphincter was constantly on fire; a parting gift from Filthy Rich. The only way to assuage the pain of his ruinous rectal reamings was through a constant stream of orgasms.

        twow: And now I’m getting “Marshmallow Holes” flashbacks.

        Fluttershy: You didn’t even mention the alliteration.

        twow: Everything else is WORSE.

He intensified his thrusting into Diamond Tiara’s ass as he neared his climax. She clenched her shit-stained teeth as her rectum was lubed with the colt’s ample amount of precum.

Just before ejaculating, Truffle Shuffle cried out in anger and used a forehoof to deliver blunt force trauma to the back of Diamond Tiara’s head.

        twow: “Boom. Headshot.”

She fell unconscious, face first, into a half-eaten pile of shit. Truffle Shuffle shook his hips frantically as he pumped semen into the unconscious filly’s asshole. Her rectum tightened as she unconciously milked the jizz from his cock. Truffle Shuffle unconsciously clenched his diseased sphincter, which caused an orange pus to dribble from his ass as he came.

        Fluttershy: Orange?!

        twow: I’m going to take eight showers a day for the rest of eternity.

Once he removed his member from her tight hole, Truffle Shuffle began sucking his own cum out of Diamond Tiara’s ass.

        twow: (sighs)

        Fluttershy: How have you not thrown up yet?

        twow: When I figure it out, I’ll tell you both.

“I’m... I’m flying, Sister Spectrum!” Scootaloo said as she orgasmed. She wept with joy as she felt the familiar feeling of climax. The libertines had clipped Scootaloo’s wings; which now hung limply on her back. She would never fly.

        twow: She couldn’t fly BEFORE.

        Fluttershy: The wing clipping was a nightly activity.

Oblivious to the horrifying reality which surrounded her, Scootaloo was lost in her fantasy world. She screamed Sister Spectrum’s name as she ejaculated onto her mentor’s skull.

Sister Sunflower closed her eyes and looked away. After a momentary rest, the children changed partners and positions and resumed their orgy.

        twow: HOW CAN YOU STILL BE GOING?!

        Fluttershy: Most adults can’t even go that long!

Featherweight rolled Diamond Tiara’s unconscious body onto her back so she wouldn’t suffocate in shit. He then inserted his cock inside her pussy and began raping her. Featherweight pressed his lips against her cheek he tried to lick the shit from her face, but this was made more difficult since he no longer possessed a tongue.

        twow: Yes. Tongues are used for licking.

Pipsqueak’s flaccid phallus was red from the blood in his last orgasm. He no longer possessed the strength to stand, let alone achieve another erection. Truffle Shuffle didn’t require his victim to be aroused. All he needed was a tight hole and minimal struggling. Truffle Shuffle rolled the exhausted Pipsqueak onto his belly. Without pausing to apply lube, Truffle Shuffle inserted his shaft into Pipsqueak’s shit chute.

No_M: It’s called a rectum. Call it a fucking rectum for the love of god.

twow: You’re telling Bronystories to use actual words. You’re cute when you wish for the impossible.

In his weakened state, Pipsqueak couldn’t scream. Even though the sting of his rough sodomy was unbearable, the most he could do was make several uncomfortable moans. Truffle Shuffle’s balls slapped repeatedly against Pipsqueak’s sensitive sack. The rough thrusting caused Pipsqueak to lose more blood as it flowed from the fresh tears in his rectal walls. Truffle Shuffle’s cock was soon coated crimson from Pipsqueak’s bleeding anus.

        Fluttershy: That’s an...interesting way to prepare.

        twow: Nope.

Without any cocks to suck, Silver Spoon and Scootaloo formed a sixty-nine position and began eating each other out. Scootaloo’s labia lips were raw to the point where giving her cunnilingus was tantamount to licking sandpaper.

        twow: Sounds like ouch.

No_M: For some unknowable reason, I started wondering if that’s what making out with a cat feels like. Because of their tongues.

Sister Sunflower knew that the children would never be fit to live in normal pony society. Their minds had been obliterated by libertine indoctrination. They were six lost souls; without conscience or restraint. She resolved to take them back to her orphanage, where she would hide them from prying eyes.

        twow: Given the current state this universe is in, I’d imagine that they’d try to help.

 She would set up a small patch of land, where she could care for them in secret. She knew that they were her burdens to bear now.

        Fluttershy: And...at least they’re in a better place now.

Some of the rebels ventured deep into the underground catacombs and managed to rescue the recently captured victims of the orgy and release them from the rape dungeon. For some, they were too late. Several mares had already died from their injuries or had taken their own lives by strangling themselves with their iron chains.

        twow: Damn. That’s rough.

        Fluttershy: I’m upset because if they had waited a little while longer...

No_M: I watched this movie one time where literally everyone but one guy shot themselves to escape this monster, and literally not even one whole minute later, the monster was gone and the rescue party showed up. It was pretty stupid.

twow: I believe it.

 For those who committed suicide, the trauma of their recent rape and prospect of life as a sexual slave was too much to bear.

Sitting in an adjoining cell was the buggered baker, who was the only stallion captured. Upon being freed by the rebels, he limped past the mare’s cell and saw his wife’s corpse.

        twow: Wait, CORPSE?!

Her body had been racked with guilt, shame and multiple orgasms. She had traded her happy life for the promise of potential power. She took her own life shortly after her imprisonment.

        Fluttershy: ...

        twow: To be fair, that was a bit of a mood whiplash...

        Fluttershy: Even though she let herself take part in the orgy.

        twow: I hate this story.

Her bowels had vacated, which left her limp body hanging from a chain over a pile of her own shit. The baker tried to feel anger towards his wife, but nothing came. Devoid of sorrow or pity, the baker was emotionally-dead inside. All that remained was a desire to continue living and be reunited with his two children.

Fluttershy: If he recovers enough to take care of Pound and Pumpkin, then he gets his happy ending.

        twow: And he deserves one.

As the rebels helped the survivors out of the rape dungeon, one young victim seemed to be in a daze. She kept babbling on about the wonderful time she had.

“I had tho much fun,” the lisping filly said vacantly as she was escorted out of the castle, “The princetheth threw thuch a nithe party.”

        Fluttershy: Is her mind broken now?

        twow: I would not be surprised.

The filly was delusional and had erected mental blocks in order to preserve her sanity.

        twow: I don’t think so. I’ve done that for YEARS.

She suppressed thoughts of her repeated rape, even though her body was glazed in dried semen.

“I can’t wait to get home and tell my mama all about it,” The filly said. These words caused her to pause. As though a switch had been flipped in her brain.

        twow: Ow.

Mentioning the word ‘mama’ triggered a slew of traumatizing memories.

        twow: OW.

        Fluttershy: She remembered her cake exploding on her fourth birthday.

She vividly recalled her rape and violent impregnation. She remember screaming for her mother until her voice gave out.

        twow: FUCKING OW.

At that moment, her legs collapsed beneath her. She slumped on the ground and began to sob uncontrollably. One of the rebels lifted her up and put her on his back as he carried her out of the castle.

No_M: *quiet sobbing*

Fluttershy: (hugs Nocturnal again) You joining, twow?

twow: That would be a bad idea in my current mood.

The vacated cells of the rape dungeon were soon filled with captured members of the royal guard. In spite of their inferior numbers, the rebellion overcame all royal opposition with relatively few casualties.

 The numerous guards were still too weak from their marathon orgy to properly defend the castle.

twow: That’s why you don’t have EVERY GUARD take place in something that’ll drain them!

They would be forced to stay in the dungeon until the rebel leaders could decide on a fitting punishment for the guards’ numerous atrocities.

        Fluttershy: Anything short of death is too little.

        twow: That just came from YOU.

        Fluttershy: I see what this is doing to you and Nocturnal, and I HATE it.

No_M: Embrace that. It’s a nice reminder every now and again that you’re still in possession of a soul.

After being removed from the castle, the libertines were led by the rebels through the city streets. The same crowds which had cheered for Prince Blueblood’s cruelty were now celebrating his capture. Their previous submissive expressions were made out of fear and a desire for self-preservation.

Fluttershy: (hisses at the TV)

twow: Yikes.        

Now that the libertines had been overthrown, there was no need for the average citizenry to pretend anymore.

twow: Took the death of five brave mares and the brutal mind breaking of six children, but yeah.

Their contempt for the royal family was palpable. The uncouth rabble gnashed their teeth and cursed the names of the libertines as they were led to their doom.

The small percentage of genuine libertine loyalists were quick to abandon all outward expressions of sympathy towards the royal family, in order to conform to the rebellion’s sense of morality.

        twow: So they’re just trying to save themselves.

        Fluttershy: Given their personalities, that makes sense.

 Blueblood’s hired assassin Night Shade attempted to conceal his identity beneath a cloak as he blended in with the crowd.

        twow: Oh hey. He exists.

        Fluttershy: Who is that?

        twow: Assassin that helped with Rarity’s rape and disappeared until this chapter.

Blueblood and his aunts were led to the guillotine. Unlike Filthy Rich, Blueblood’s other friends had managed to be captured alive. Fancy Pants and Fleur were already on the stage as they stared out into the mob of bloodthirsty rebels.

        twow: Is it bad that I am ecstatic for them to die?

No_M: No. I’m right there with you.

Fluttershy: The way I’m feeling, I’ll be lucky if I’m still able to use the Element of Kindness after this.

Blueblood’s bride stood in the front row of the crowd, where she was carefully guarded on either side by two strong stallions. After having been rescued from the libertines, the groundskeeper was eager to return to her garden and block this nightmarish experience from her mind. She had endured her genital mutilation and survived her marriage to Prince Blueblood with her virginity intact.

No_M: It’s pretty sad that that’s an incredible accomplishment.

twow: But a wonderful one nonetheless.

The seal of sodomy was hidden from view by her pink tail. She planned on removing the hardened wax from her bottom at the first opportunity. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked up at Blueblood and his friends. The jingling of her bell couldn’t be heard over the cheers of the throng as the libertines were marched to the guillotine.

Fluttershy: After their death, maybe I can help fix the broken place that we call Equestria in this universe.

twow: Should be good.

The groundskeeper decided that when she returned to her garden she would topple the statues of the royal family.

No_M: You go girl. Break them.

twow: Burn them to ashes. I don’t care what it takes. BURN THEM AND SPIT ON THE ASHES.

She wanted nothing which would remind her of the traumatic experience she had endured.

The teeming masses of ponies which surrounded the stage had the groundskeeper boxed in on all sides. Even though she was a pegasus, the groundskeeper was too emotionally exhausted to fly. Since walking was her only option, she would have to wait until the crowd dispersed before she could go home.

        twow: ...why do I think she should get out of there now?

No_M: Because she’s probably gonna end up dead even though it seems super hopeful that she’s gonna be okay. This IS 120 Days of Blueblood after all.

        Fluttershy: I’m just not allowed to have any joy right now, am I?

Even if the groundskeeper had been able to leave right then, she would’ve chosen to stay to witness the executions. She wasn’t a vindictive mare, but she did want to see the libertines pay for their rapes and murders. The groundskeeper felt safe in the knowledge that Blueblood couldn’t hurt her anymore.

        twow: True fax.

As Trixie walked past the groundskeeper, she stopped for a moment to comfort her.

“Fear not,” Trixie said, “You are safe now.”

The stallions on either side of the groundskeeper nodded. They would ensure that no harm befell her. Blueblood’s bride felt her heart swell with gratitude for having been rescued. She nodded her head softly.

        twow: And promptly passed out.

        Fluttershy: I would have been gone DURING the torture.

After wiping away the groundskeeper’s joyful tears, Trixie marched up the steps and confidently strode past Prince Blueblood. With a dramatic turn, she unfurled her flowing cape and addressed the assembled crowd.

“Citizens of Canterlot,” Trixie said, “We have dethroned these despotic degenerates disguised as deities!

        twow: *WHAM*

        Fluttershy: TWOW!

        twow: There had to be at least one of them...

The blood of their countless victims cries out for justice! Are we deaf to their pleas?”

“No!” the crowd shouted in unison. The groundskeeper flinched from the loud noises. Trixie had the crowd in the palm of her hooves.

“Death to the tyrannical libertine swine!” Trixie yelled.

“Death to the tyrannical libertine swine!” the crowd echoed as they stomped their hooves.

        twow: “Sharpen your torches and pitchforks!”

While Trixie continued her speech, Luna looked longingly at Celestia and gave a heavy sigh.

“Well, sister, we had a good run,” Luna said, with a hint of melancholy in her voice.

“Yes,” Celestia said, “Although it would’ve been nice to have bathed in the blood of a virgin just one more time.”

“Indeed,” Luna said, wistfully, “Few earthly pleasures could compare to the ecstasy of the rejuvenation ritual.”

        Fluttershy: I don’t know. Maybe you could have taken up singing?

Blueblood’s heart was pounding. He had drank the blood of life. He felt younger than he had in years, yet he knew his life would soon be over. He had eternal youth, but he was not immortal. His body wouldn’t age, but it would decay if his head became separated from his body.

No_M: Ah. So that’s how it works. *grabs axe*

        twow: Now now, Nocturnal. We need to make him suffer first.

“I don’t want to go,” Blueblood thought, anxiously.

twow: When Fallen sees this riff, Nocturnal, there are two things that are going to make him rage. You crying, and that line.

No_M: Also me calling him Bran Flakes for the rest of forever too. Because I’ve decided that’s a thing I’m going to do from now on. I am so fucking tired.

        Fluttershy: (giggles) Bran Flakes. (yawns) That’s...funny.

He and his aunts had successfully managed to preserve their youth and beauty, while halting the relentless march of time. They had succeeded in stopping death itself, but a rabble of unicorn farmers with pitchforks proved too powerful for them to overcome. After a momentary pause, Blueblood addressed Celestia and Luna.

        twow: “Look what you’ve gotten us into THIS time.”

“My dear aunts,” Blueblood said, sadly, “It is my fault we are here. My reckless behavior has led to our downfall.”

        twow: Ya got that right.

        Fluttershy: Didn’t he kill two of our friends in public?

        twow: Twilight and Rainbow.

Celestia and Luna looked at each other with uncertainty, before both turning their heads to face Prince Blueblood. They reasoned that there should be no secrets between them in the face of death.

“In the interest of full disclosure, there is something we wish to confess,” Celestia said, “We did order that rainbow-maned nun to kill you.”

        twow: How about that. Steel was right.

        Fluttershy: Now that’s something I WISH had succeeded.

Blueblood had suspected that Celestia and Luna orchestrated his assassination attempt, but he dismissed such notions as paranoid delusions. Fleur and Fancy Pants perked up their ears as they listened to the princesses’ confession.

“What?!” Blueblood said, aghast, “Why?”

        twow: “To be honest, you’re a fucking IDIOT.”

“We thought you were too bold in your actions,” Luna said, “Our concern was that your infamous hedonism would turn the populace against us.”

Fluttershy: “There might be a slight possibility that it would cause the people to rise up- OH WAIT.”

“It would seem that our fears were well-founded,” Celestia said, as she nodded her head towards the guillotine.

Blueblood paused for a moment to reflect upon his aunts’ words. He bowed his head and gave a defeated sigh.

        twow: (grins) Music to my ears.

        Fluttershy: Sounds like the gentle strings of a violin.

“So not only do my subjects conspire against me, but I can’t even trust my family,” Blueblood said, bitterly.

Fancy Pants and Fleur looked away and hid their heads in shame. Blueblood wondered if they pitied him, or if they had been plotting against him as well. It seems like there was no one he could trust.

“Perhaps this world would’ve been better off without me,”

No_M: Yes. Yes it would’ve.

twow: Ask the six mares, three stallions and eight children that we KNOW suffered because of you that.

Blueblood said, “Equestria was never strong enough for me to rule over it.”

Celestia leaned in and nuzzled Blueblood’s neck affectionately.

“Do not apologize, dear nephew,” Celestia said, “We are glad the attempted assassination failed. Even if we were too afraid to admit it at the time, the world needs you.”

No_M: No. No it fucking doesn’t.

Fluttershy: If the whole story was like this...then everything Nocturnal just said times ten.

Blueblood looked over at Celestia and gave a half-hearted smile. His other friends nodded in agreement.

“You’re the best among us,” Fancy Pants said, “You always were.”

“Tis true,” Luna said, “You showed us what it truly meant to be a libertine.”

        twow: “Now we know how to truly be a horrible pony.”

“You awakened within us a desire for public orgies, which had lay dormant for centuries,” Celestia said, “We have existed as princesses for more than an eon, but for centuries we never truly lived life to the fullest. We had grown complacent and content with compromise. We feared incurring the wrath of our subjects, so we became aloof and made ourselves Goddesses.

        twow: “And then decided that doing stuff like THIS was a good idea.”

        Fluttershy: How did these two become rulers again?

This separation allowed us to continue our depraved deeds in secret. Our own fear of dying forced us to hide our indulgent actions from the world.”

“Thanks to your example, we now realize that the fear of death is the only real death,” Luna said, “That mortal terror prevented us from living our lives to the fullest for so long.”

        twow: And in actually living life like that, now you’re going to die.

        Fluttershy: Karma’s weird like that.

“You’re the freest spirit who ever lived,” Fleur said, “No other pony has been so fully-dedicated to the pursuit of personal pleasure. You’re lack of moral restraint is a true inspiration to libertines everywhere.”

While the libertines continued to praise Prince Blueblood, the groundskeeper watched from the front row. Blueblood gazed down and looked her in the eye. She shuddered as he gave her a creepy wink.

        Fluttershy: ...I need an adult.

No_M: *holds Fluttershy’s hoof*

Fluttershy: Thanks...

Trixie stood in front of the guillotine as she addressed the crowd. She thanked them for their courage in these dark and troubled times, while condemning the libertines for their selfish and immoral ways.

“Standing before you today are several ponies whose souls have become corrupted by libertine philosophy,” Trixie said, “Celestia and Luna conducted their atrocities in secret for generations, while tempting a select few into following their false notions of pleasure, unbound by conscience.

        twow: “Losing the right to claim they had souls.”

        Fluttershy: They had souls?

Their ruse as Goddesses might have lasted indefinitely, if it wasn’t for their nephew, whose brazenness brought their dark deeds to light.”

Trixie was trying to sully Prince Blueblood with her remarks, but he wore her criticisms like badges of honor.

        Fluttershy: Further proof that he’s INSANE.

twow: That started as soon as he looked at Sweetie Belle, and decided that he wanted to deflower her.

“Blueblood’s unbridled quest for pleasure led him down a path of self-destruction,” Trixie said, “He is a combination of narcissism, delusional grandiosity, infantile anality, and perverse exhibitionism.”

As Trixie continued her remarks, Celestia, Luna, Fancy Pants and Fleur looked respectfully at Prince Blueblood, who was beaming with pride.

        twow: “Yay! I’m a horrible pony!”

 Due to his tightened cock ring, he was still sporting a massive erection for all to see. His friends smiled at his blatant indecency, even in the face of certain death. Blueblood grinned.

No_M: You fucking asshole.

twow: (starts twitching) BURRRRRRR-

Fluttershy: (tapping both humans) It’s almost over.

“Before you submit yourselves to the judgements of the law, do you have anything to say in your defense?” Trixie asked Blueblood.

"The cold and impersonal rule of law is estranged to the passions which are able to justify our wanton acts of carnality,” Blueblood said.

        twow: ...the bloody hell does that even MEAN?

Trixie wrinkled her nose at Blueblood and gave him a look of contempt, before turning to face the huddled masses.

“Trixie shall rid our green and pleasant land of their corrupting blight, once and for all!” Trixie said to the crowd, before getting the attention to her lieutenants, “Bring the profane pigs to their slaughter.”

        twow: Wow. I was actually happy to see that alliteration.

        Fluttershy: Now we really need to get out of here.

Fancy Pants was led to the guillotine first. Fleur nuzzled his neck one last time, before he was taken away. In spite of the mortal peril, Fancy Pants’ shaft began to poke from its sheath. The threat of imminent death was quite arousing to him.

        twow: ...we’re almost done. Not even questioning that.

        Fluttershy: “I’m about to die! That turns me on SO MUCH.”

Once Fancy Pants had reached the guillotine, he was fully hard. The lanky lieutenant positioned his head onto the chopping block.

No_M: Which one? Because I’d settle for either first, so long as the second came shortly after.

twow: The one that causes him the most pain.

Trixie glared at him, contemptuously. She was sickened by the fact that Fancy Pants found his demise so seductive.

“Does the condemned have any last words?” Trixie asked.

        twow: “I’m sorry for my dick acting retarded.”

“You give cunts a bad name!” Fancy Pants shouted, in an boisterous tone, “Your notions of morality have no right to rule! Libertine philosophy is the future! Your loins go unused, like rotten fruit on the vine. We embrace the pleasures of the flesh and our fleeting lives are richer for it! We are the pinnacle of existence! We are perfection!”

twow: Seeing as it’ll take over an hour to explain why everything he just said was wrong, I’ll save my scathing comment.

Trixie responded to Fancy Pants’ impassioned outbursts with a stern demeanor.

“Perfection is the enemy of good,” Trixie said, as she took a sinister step towards Fancy Pants, “One who cannot control themselves has no right to rule another.”

        twow: Or let Trixie do it.

        Fluttershy: (claps her hooves)

The groundskeeper had been watching the proceedings with increasing unease. When she sensed that things were about to turn violent, she closed her eyes and hid her face behind her large mane. She had never met Fancy Pants, but she reasoned that if he was friends with Prince Blueblood, then she would be better off not knowing him.

        twow: Especially if you have kids. He ain’t running the next Daddy Day Care.

No_M: That movie was on TV a few weeks ago. Only got to see the end though. Haven’t watched the whole thing in YEARS.

twow: If it’s ever possible, I’d love to watch it with ya sometime.

Trixie stepped back and allowed one of her lieutenants to approach Fancy Pants. The lanky unicorn used his magic to levitate a sledgehammer and brought it down forcefully on Fancy Pants’ horn. It shattered; causing horn slivers to rain down in front of him. A glowing bluish-green liquid dribbled out of the horn hole and down Fancy Pants’ face.

No_M: Magic is a liquid now? Okay.

Fluttershy: Can we drink it?

twow: Damn, that had to hurt like a BITCH. Good.

Fleur gasped as she watched her lover’s horn snap into pieces. Fancy Pants screamed in pain as the guillotine blade was released by the stout lieutenant. With a sickening squelching sound, the sharp edge sliced through Fancy Pants’ neck like an overripe tangerine. His decapitated head landed with a thunk into a basket that had been placed in front of the guillotine.

        twow: “Three points!”

His gold-rimmed monocle bounced off the lip of the basket and rolled toward Trixie’s hooves. She stomped on it; shattering the glass.

In his body’s last primal act of self-preservation, Fancy Pants’ erect penis ejaculated his seed onto the ground.

No_M: HOW IS THAT SELF-PRESERVATION!?

twow: It’s funny how I don’t have an answer for that.

Fluttershy: His penis had to say its final words as well.

Without a head, his body went limp. He would’ve also sprayed the stage with feces, but his bowels had recently been voided.

During the previous night, Fancy Pants and Fleur had given each other champagne enemas. They both reveled in drinking liquidy shit from each other’s assholes. It was nearly dawn before they finished.

        twow: (gags) Nope, I’ve held it in this long. I can do it till the end.

        Fluttershy: Nocturnal, I think I’m going to need that bucket...

No_M: Be my guest *passes Fluttershy the bucket*

Fluttershy: Thanks. (barfs)

Fancy Pants and Fleur had just managed to clean themselves off when the rebels burst into their bedroom and captured them.

Fleur shed a tear as she fondly reminisced on their last night together.

The crowd cheered as the bloodied blade was raised high. The groundskeeper’s face went pale as Fancy Pants’ headless corpse was cast aside to make room for the next victim.

twow: Round two, motherbitches!

“And so passes Fancy Pants,” Blueblood muttered to himself, “He brought a measure of class to the libertine lifestyle which I could never hope to achieve.”

Blueblood stared at Fleur as she was slowly led to the chopping block by Trixie’s lanky lieutenant. Fleur tried to keep her composure in spite of having just witnessed her lover’s execution.

        twow: I had to watch way too many of my friends die. Get over it.

        Fluttershy: Besides, aren’t you about to join him?

“Such a colossal waste,” Blueblood muttered to himself, “To strike down a mare as skilled at fornication as Fleur is inexcusable. And they have the gall to call us monsters.”

        All: EEYUP.

As Fleur was marched to her doom, she saw Fancy Pants’ semen staining the stage. Pausing for a moment, she knelt down and began zealously lapping up her lover’s last dick discharge.

“Mustn’t waste a drop,” Fleur said, as she sobbed between licks, “Fancy Pants always did need me to clean up after him.”

No_M: You’re gross.

        Fluttershy: Didn’t we know that before?

        twow: I see no harm in reiterating it.

“Quit stalling, you shameless whore,” Trixie said with disgust.

By the time the lanky lieutenant forced Fleur’s neck onto the chopping block, she had already filled her mouth with Fancy Pants’ semen. Tears were streaming down her jizz-filled cheeks.

        Fluttershy: She looked like a chipmunk.

        twow: She won’t be joining Alvin and the gang.

In a similar fashion, a sledgehammer was used to break off her horn, but unlike Fancy Pants, Fleur didn’t shout in pain at her disfigurement. She was used to masochism, so this pain was merely a new experiment in exquisite agony.

twow: That’s your fucking HORN! I don’t care how much of a masochist you are, that shit is going to HURT.

“Mmm!” She moaned as a silvery liquid oozed from her horn hole and dripped down the bridge of her snout. Her mouth remained closed; still filled with Fancy Pants’ salty semen.

The blade was released; severing Fleur’s neck as she inhaled through her nose. Her head landed in the basket on top of Fancy Pants’ face. Their eyes were glassy and their mouths hung slightly open.

        Fluttershy: “Say ahh! Oh wait, you can’t.”

 Celestia and Luna watched as the cum in Fleur’s mouth oozed past her lips into Fancy Pants’ open mouth.

“Now there’s something you don’t see everyday,” Celestia said, impressed, “Decapitated post-mortem snowballing.”

No_M: *whimpers* It’s just a story. None of this happened. This is just a fiction.

twow: (hugging Nocturnal) We’re almost done.

Fluttershy: Urge to hurt something rising...

“Fleur was always so sophisticated and refined at our private orgies,” Luna said, as she shook her head sadly, “Her contributions will be sorely missed.”

Blueblood had nothing to add. He stared at the guillotine, which was now slick from the blood of his friends. He wondered who would be next to die. Trixie approached Blueblood; blocking his view of the blade.

        twow: Guys! He’s next to die!

        Fluttershy: I think I need a nap. I’m happy that he’s going to die.

“While your conspirators met their fate with madam guillotine, this form of execution is too kind for the likes of you.”

No_M: The guillotine is too kind for them? What kind of sadistic punishment do you have for the royals dear Trixie?

twow: As long as they bleed.

Trixie said, “The atrocities of your fellow libertines pale in comparison to the corrupt cruelty you and your aunts have unleashed.”

“Spare me your theatrics you conniving cunt,” Blueblood said quietly, with a sneer, “You may have the common plebeians fooled, but I know your heart. We’re more alike than you’d care to admit. I sense within your heart a desire for power and the will to seize it.”

        Fluttershy: Maybe, but she doesn’t wanna rape and slaughter ponies.

Trixie’s eye twitched, which made Blueblood’s mouth curl into a sly smile.

“Silence!” Trixie said as she stepped defiantly towards Blueblood, “Your words are as poisonous as your soul. The libertine reign of terror ends here.”

“It is the destiny of the weak to be devoured by the strong,” Blueblood said, “Your fight to remain in ignorance has gained you a fleeting victory, but it will not last.”

twow: Really? Please, do tell. I will make sure to kill whoever tries to follow in your footsteps.

“You prey upon gentleness, meekness and kindness,” Trixie said, while gesturing to the groundskeeper, “You detect these positive traits in others and assume that they are weakness, but you’re wrong. You think that if somepony is softer than silk, you can dominate them for your own pleasure!”

The groundskeeper’s heart was beating fast. She felt empowered by Trixie’s charismatic words.

        Fluttershy: She can be quite the motivator.

        twow: A good skill to have in this situation.

“You have no power and no courage,” Trixie said to Blueblood, “The ponies you view as weak possess a strength you’ll never know. Silk is soft, but it can be deadly when wrapped tight around your neck.”

Trixie then pulled a silken cloth from beneath her traveler’s cloak. At first Blueblood thought she meant to strangle him. Blueblood had heard about erotic asphyxiation, and was intrigued to see how a good strangulation could enhance his orgasm.

        twow: Do you not understand that you’re going to DIE?

Trixie had other plans, however.

“As punishment for their numerous crimes against ponykind, death is too good for them,” Trixie said, “These libertines sold their souls to prolong their lives. It would be a shame to deprive them of what they value above all else.”

        Fluttershy: So, they’re not gonna kill them?

        twow: Letting them live in the dungeons is too kind.

“What are you going to do to us?” Celestia said, with a measure of unease.

“There are punishments far worse than death,” Trixie said, “Your bodies shall be turned as cold and hard as your hearts. You shall live for all eternity encased in stone. Your bodies shall remain forever immobilized as your empire is reformed. You shall be conscious of the world around you, but unable to experience it.”

No_M: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

twow: How does that feel, BITCH?!

Fluttershy: That’s...perfect.

For the first time ever, Blueblood, Celestia and Luna were filled with genuine terror. A death sentence would’ve been a bitter pill to swallow, but the thought of an eternity trapped in a stony prison was unbearable.

        Fluttershy: A fate worse than death.

        twow: And they don’t get to scream.

Trixie set the cloth flat on the stage. Using her special brand of conjuring magic, Trixie caused a small birdcage to materialize beneath the silk cloth.

“Eons of your debaucherous rule has slowly corrupted our world,” Trixie said, “It’s time we redeemed it.”

        twow: “Time to take out the trash.”

        Fluttershy: With nature!

Trixie removed the silken cloth, revealing a young cockatrice in the birdcage. The chicken and snake hybrid opened its eyes and stared at the libertines. Trixie and her lieutenants used their magic to keep Blueblood and his aunts facing forward.

        twow: Nope. You aren’t getting out of this one.

Those in the audience had been watching the proceedings with rapt attention. When the cockatrice was revealed, however, all who were present averted their eyes. Or, in the case of the groundskeeper, held her eyes shut tight.

        Fluttershy: It’s funny, because it wouldn’t work on me.

        twow: We’ve seen that in action.

The libertines’ heads were immobilized and their eyes were forced open. They had no chance of escaping the stony stare of the cockatrice. In that moment, they felt a small measure of the fear they had inflicted upon their victims.

“Stop it!” Blueblood shouted, “Stop it, please! I beg you!”

twow: Remember when just about ALL of your victims asked for that? Did you grant it? No?

        Fluttershy: You’re not getting any mercy from me.

“Kill us all!” Luna screamed, as she struggled futilely against Trixie’s powerful magical hold, “Death would be preferred instead of a hellish life encased in stone!”

“What’s all this talk of death?” Trixie said, “Surely devout libertines such as yourselves would much prefer to live?”

No_M: AHAHAH, YOU’RE FUCKING BONED. Or I guess in this case, stoned.

twow: I guess they’re gonna be in a stony silence.

There was a small measure of vindictive pleasure in Trixie’s remarks which gave her a moment of pause. She took a deep breath and put her emotions in check before continuing. She promised herself that she would not stoop to the libertines’ level by taking pleasure from the misery of another.

“It’s not fair!” Celestia yelled, “It’s not fair! It’s not fair!”

No_M: Oh shut your whore mouth you stupid bitch.

twow: Aloe, Lotus, Lyra and Bon Bon. THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.

“This is for your own good,” Trixie said, “You’ll have to live with your guilt for a while. A thousand years, at least.”

        Fluttershy: And we’re gonna keep filles FAR away from you.

The ground beneath the libertines’ hooves began to rumble as their hind legs turned to stone. They struggled to move, but their entire bodies were rapidly becoming stiff.

The groundskeeper breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the libertines transform into living statues. Blueblood and the royal sisters could never harm her or anypony else ever again. She had survived.

        twow: Granted, she’s been though a bit, but I guess so.

        Fluttershy: They put wax. Up my bottom.

As his torso became encased in a layer of rock, Blueblood realized he was almost out of time. He used his last moments to say farewell to his wife.

“Wait for me, my virgin bride,” Blueblood said, as he did what he could to delay the effects of the cockatrice’s stare, “We’ll have our honeymoon once I escape this stony prison.”

No_M: NO.

Trixie’s brow furrowed suspiciously as she looked at Blueblood’s wife. The groundskeepers eyes went wide with fear as she felt all eyes on her. The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves. Blueblood smiled devilishly. Even in his final moments, his powers of manipulation were unparalleled. Celestia and Luna quickly caught on and added their own commentary.

        Fluttershy: ...Okay. I quit.

        twow: BS, tell me you didn’t.

“Did you honestly think she was an innocent?” Luna said to the crowd as the stony shell crept up her neck. The groundskeeper hid her face behind her mane and tried to run, but her path was blocked from every direction.

No_M: NO.

“She’s not their victim?” Trixie thought, “Has Trixie been deceived?”

“It was her overzealousness that crushed those two mares in the wine vat,” Celestia said with a mirthless laugh, “Our nephew trained his bride to be as cruel as he ever was.” The groundskeeper shook her head as she tried to deny the libertines’ accusations.

        Fluttershy: I had a bad thought that me being mute was gonna be bad.

“Keep my dream alive, darling!” Blueblood said. A smug smile graced his lips as his head became encased in stone. The cockatrice had done its job. Blueblood and his two aunts stood frozen solid and thoroughly immobile.

        twow: You won’t be missed. Enjoy your living hell.

After draping the silk cloth over the birdcage, Trixie caused the cockatrice to dissipate. Blueblood was still sporting his erection; only now he had no way to alleviate his condition. He would remained trapped with the worst case of blueballs on record.

        twow: It felt like taking WAY too much Viagra.

In spite of overthrowing the royal family, there were no cheers from the crowd. Instead, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air as all eyes were on the bride of Prince Blueblood.

        Fluttershy: “Nothing to see here!”

        twow: “Look at the pretty statues!”

The groundskeeper’s eyes darted around nervously as her breath came out in short pants. After a minute, the awkward silence was broken.

“Murderer!” a mare in the crowd cried, “Death to the bride of Blueblood!”

        twow: (stares at the screen)

        Fluttershy: twow?

        twow: (starts laughing, the pitch growing deeper)

        Fluttershy: (frightened) twow?!

The groundskeeper shook her head and cried, which caused her bell to jingle spastically. She tried to convey that Blueblood and his aunts were lying, but the crowd had already turned against her.

        Fluttershy: Nocturnal, can I sit next to you for a while?

No_M: You didn’t even have to ask.

Fluttershy: (moves next to Nocturnal, keeping an eye on twow) Thanks...I’m worried now.

Blueblood’s bride tried to run, but the stallions on either side of her pushed her onto the stage. Her knees were shaking as she shook her head and cried. She wasn’t a libertine, but she had no means of convincing the angry mob of her innocence.

twow: The fucking BELL?! No, fuck that. CAN YOU NOT SEE HER FUCKING FACE YOU DIPSHITS!?!

Trixie reflected on the words of Prince Blueblood. She looked at the silver bell which pierced the groundskeeper’s tongue. Trixie then noticed the melted wax and genital piercing before shaking her head with disapproval. With a bitter sigh, Trixie reflected on the extreme lengths which libertines were willing to disfigure their bodies for the sake of titillation.

        Fluttershy: ...I’m gonna die.

        twow: ...

Trixie used her aura to pull a miniature crossbow from under her cloak. The bride of Blueblood was sobbing, with tears running down her cheeks. She kept thinking in her head that she was innocent.

twow: Nocturnal, Fluttershy, I’m about to freak the fuck out. I only ask for a hug when it’s over.

Fluttershy: I’m sure that’d be fine.

She wished more than anything to be able to say something in her defense, but she couldn’t form the words.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Trixie fired an arrow into the groundskeeper’s head. The pointed tip of the shaft penetrated her skull and lodged in her brain. The bell of paradise jingled as her lifeless body slumped on the stage.

No_M: I can only say, at least it was quick, and at least she didn’t face the same fate as the libertines.

Trixie looked pitiably at the groundskeeper’s corpse. Blood was trickling from the wound in her forehead as her vacant eyes became cold and glassy. Trixie turned to face the crowd as she stood triumphantly over the body.

twow: NOT ONE OF THEM COULD LIVE, HUH?! FUCK THIS STORY!! BURN IN THE DARKEST PIT OF MY HELL! (breaks down crying)

        Fluttershy: I think he’s going to need that hug now.

No_M: Agreed.

        (All three friends share a long hug)

“The bride of Blueblood sealed her fate when she lusted after the perverted prince,” Trixie said, “Anypony who sympathizes with the libertine scourge shall be put to death!”

        twow: (agitated) “And to hell with actually investigating!”

Blueblood’s assassin Night Shade pulled the hood of his cloak further down over his face, before disappearing into the crowd.

        Fluttershy: Oh yeah. He exists.

Trixie stepped over the body of the groundskeeper as she approached the crowd.

“The rule of the royal sisters is at an end,” Trixie said, triumphantly, “A new day has dawned for Equestria. Join Trixie in welcoming a time of peace and prosperity!”

        twow: (agitated) “We will celebrate with a huge orgy!” (starts crying again)

        Fluttershy: Shh...

“Hear hear!” the crowd cheered.

The End

No_M: THANK FUCKING CHRIST. LET’S GET OUT OF HERE.

Fluttershy: Please. PLEASE. SWEET PRINCESS.

twow: After all this, I can finally say this. Flutters, Nocturnal, it’s time to get the fuck out of here.

        Pinkie: (from TV) YOU DID IT!

        twow: (head in hands) I can’t believe it’s finally over...

        Fluttershy: (holding twow) I’m proud of you, you know that?

        Blueblood: (from TV) Well. I’m shocked that you actually succeeded.

        Fluttershy: (angry) Be quiet!

        twow: (quietly) How are you faring, Nocturnal?

No_M: Well. I’m in one piece. And I’m so proud of you too twow.

twow: (quietly) Really now...

Fluttershy: Why shouldn’t we be?

No_M: You did it. You finished this piece of shit story.

Pinkie: And you didn’t lose your mind!

twow: Heh. Sure felt like it from time to time.

Fluttershy: It doesn’t matter if you almost did. You did it, even though the odds were never for you.

twow: Yeah. Thanks guys.

(Suddenly, a door is heard opening on the other side of the TV.)

???: Goddammit, Pinkie, NO ONE murdered this fucker?

Pinkie: I think we were giving twow that privilege.

twow: Fallen? That you?

Fallen Prime: (violently shoves Blueblood offscreen) Yeah, it’s me.

No_M: !!! Bran Flakes!

Fallen: Love you too... but yeah, this whole Blueblood thing is finally done?

twow: We finally finished chapter ten, so yeah.

Fluttershy: ...TEN chapters of stuff like that?! That’s what he went through, am I right?

Fallen: At last count, yeah. The last time I ran into this fuckstick over here was chapter nine. How are your kneecaps, by the way?

Blueblood: Better, no thanks to you.

Fallen: (pulls a shotgun from behind his back) Don’t get snippy with me.

twow: ...Guys. Thanks. Just...thank you.

Fallen: ...what? Oh, you’re welcome or whatever.

twow: (smiling) That’s Fallen...

Fluttershy: Pinkie Pie, can you please open the doors?

Pinkie: Of course! Here ya go!

(The lab doors unlock and open)

twow: Oh my God, is that actual air? It’s wonderful. Fallen, are you going to stay over there?

Fallen: Probably. Pinkie LOVES spending time with me, and I don’t mind obliging her. Plus, SOMEONE’S gotta keep Blueballs busy so you can come have your brutal way with him.

Blueblood: Wait, wha-

twow: Sounds good. Flutters, Nocturnal, you two can head over there. I need to grab a few things and I’ll meet you there.

Fluttershy: You’re gonna be fine?

twow: I’m about to have some much deserved revenge. Of course!

No_M: Can I shoot the TV before I leave?

twow: ...I guess? I was gonna throw it into a black hole. Shooting it’s good too. You three, we’ll be right over.

Fallen: Sounds like a plan. Pinkie, help me tie him down.

Pinkie: Ooh, who knew catharsis could be SO MUCH FUN?

twow: (smiling) The floor’s yours Nocturnal. Let’s head out.

No_M: Hell yes.

Fallen: Oh, by the way, when are you ever gonna finish “Fluttershy’s Week-lo-”

(No_M pulls rongeur-gun from her back pocket and shoots the TV multiple times, turning into a pile of dust.)

To everyone that actively read this long as hell series of riffs, thanks for all of the support.  So much. Using words, there’s no way that I can really tell you how helpful it was to have all of the support.

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Atlas: Can this fic just end already?