This is bad. This is VERY bad. Well dear Blank, we have a problem. Zecora seeks to take away your powers. This is unacceptable and must be prevented...at any cost. She is scared, and will be hard to convice but it must be done.

No way in hay are you going to let Zecora take away your powers. For as long as you can remember, you finally were somepony! A superpony! This isn't a curse, it's a gift! Other ponies get Cutie Marks and there's celebration all around, you grow powers to help other ponies and you should just let it all go? Buck that. If you hadn't gotten those, Trixie would still stand out there in the forest, a monument to her own arrogance and stupidity.

Okay, now we have a problem... Zecora wants to take our powers! Not only that, but she thinks we want to steal some amulet of some sort from her, and she believes that we're possessed by some evil thing, and she's threatening to kill you! After all of the good things that we have done with our powers, including saving people's lives, one bad thing automatically means we're possessed by some beings of some sort from across an interdimensional barrier who is telling us what to do... I mean daemons. She thinks we are possessed by daemons. I think that she doesn't actually love us, so she came up with some story that only an insane person would truly believe. Well, she must be insane, because she obviously believes it, and she is willing to murder us. She never loved us. No one has ever loved you, why would some one like Zecora? I bet she just wants to take our powers away with her freaky voodoo magics and keep them for herself! We need to defend ourselves from that treacherous witch! But we aren't monsters like she is, killing her would only make us just as bad as her AND prove her correct at the same time.

Lightning flashed. The wind howled. Thunder pounded through the sky. And you just stood there. Chilling gusts thrashed against your body and shuddered through your bones. But you didn't feel a thing. You stood numb, empty, on three good legs with one in a sling, and your eyes glued to the mare in front of you. Focused upon, staring at, and thoroughly taking in, the zebra that had just promised to be your death.

Zecora, the mare who had taken you in, saved your life, bandaged, banged, and fed you, was now trying to take away the single most important piece of you. The thing that had kept you alive in the Everfree. The ONLY thing that made you special, made you important, made you finally worth something! And also, coincidentally, the same thing that had saved Trixie from being a stuck stone statue for the remainder of her measly existence. She was trying to take away the only piece of yourself that was... precious to you...

Why? Why would she do something like this? Threatening your abilities wasn't just threatening them it was threatening you, it was threatening your life, it was threatening the possibility of your continuation as an existing creature upon this world! It was killing your future, your identity, and your ability to be somepony all in one! To take it away would be tantamount to murder! And that was what Zecora was considering... Your beloved zebra, that had taken you in when nopony else would have, was threatening to murder you...

Had all those signs of love and longing been fake? Had Zecora never really loved you in the first place? You'd known she was too good for you from the get-go. Had she just used you to serve her pleasures without really caring for your heart? Just the idea of that tore you up inside... But you couldn't tell for certain. And whether she really cared about you or not, her threat was real. She had lost her mind, perhaps from the jealous paranoia you'd seen earlier, and was now presenting a clear and present threat to your well-being. You needed to do something, anything, to stop her, and keep yourself alive.

Of course, if you could just mind control her, we would be avoiding all this. 'Though that could cost us her highly useful intellect, so we need something subtle. Emotional manipulation maybe? It would certainly help in all these emotionally intense situations you've been finding youself in lately. (Wow, being ostracised by other ponies is really biting you in the arse now.)

Pary something extremely weird happens and she forgets

Scoro the demon

PS don't pray to me or guys who like to kill

Look her in the eyes and show her your true potential. The eyes are a true window to the soul and your soul is a beautiful inferno, mesmerizing all who dare opposed it. Just as any fire will drive off the weak your soul shall drive off her ill intentions and leave only the strong, her undying love and obedience to you.

If she continues to block your way, search within yourself for the core of your powers, visualize it as an ever shifting orb of energy. Call to it. Have it reach into Zecora and show her that you mean no harm.

You saved Trixie, you tried to repay Zecora's kindness, you even admitted you punished Trixie in a way that might've been a bit over the top, you put back the 'amulet' Trixie tried to steal, and Zecora still—still—doesn't trust you. She bucking drugged you! That hurts.... but you don't have the time right now. Look her in the eye, draw upon every bit of persuasion you can muster. Tell her Trixie would be dead without you. Does she want Trixie dead? No? Then kindly get out of the way! Remember, what they really want is to be your herd, and you the stallion master.

You felt like praying. Begging. Calling upon some great unseen power to get yourself out of this crazy nonsensical mess! But you couldn't think of anypony to pray to. Celestia? Buck her. Luna? Buck her to. Discord? Oh sweet syrupy pony-feathers no! You were pretty much out of potential deities to call upon in this your time of need. Which meant that you were just going to have to rely on yourself... and that was extremely reassuring because you had made sooooooooooooo many smart decisions lately. Not to be sarcastic or anything. But buck it, you really didn't have anypony else to depend on right now, you were on your own. It was time to pony-up, be a stallion, and look Zecora in the eyes! Reach deep into yourself, find your hidden power, and release it into an eloquent flow of energetic words and pure will observable in your gaze! ... And hope that some magical shit happened because otherwise you were kinda screwed.

You gulped down a lump in your throat, narrowed your gaze, and moved your eyes to glare into Zecora's own imploring pair. The glare wasn't one of anger but rather of passion! You need to show her the fire inside of you, the power, the strength, and the unwillingness to back down and let yourself be burned away! No fear, no hesitation of mind or purpose could be allowed! You needed to reach out to her and show her that you were a strong and powerful stallion, someone who she could trust to take control when she lost her control! Because that's what this was wasn't it? Why else would she drug you and betray you like this? It hurt, it hurt a lot, but it was obvious that this irrationality wasn't Zecora's fault, but the fault of an inaccurate mind, paranoid and jealous, clinging to harmful fantasies and delusions, resulting from her denial of her true self and her desire to belong to you, and be shared with others by you... ummm... or something like that...

The point was that Zecora was no longer properly responsible for her own mind. So you had to take responsibility! You had to convince her that she was wrong, summon your innate pony magic and pure force of will and unleash it into a convincing argument of convincingness! ... Which, um, you hadn't actually thought of yet, but you would! Of course you wouldn't need to if you could just fix Zecora's mind from here, take control and lead it to the places that it needed to go. It would be rather nice to not have to worry about finding just the right words, and be able to just make your zebra's mind work right. But you couldn't, you didn't have that power. So, remembering to keep steady eye-contact, you swallowed down another lump in your throat, kept up your powerful gaze, opened your mouth, and spoke...

True, you've known where the box was since it was hidden. You could have taken it and left and she would not have been able to stop you. Tell her of this point. In fact, you didn't even know what was in the box until recently, nor do you know what the buck an Alicorn Amulet is!

Oh, there's one more thing shooting holes in Zecora's paranoid little fantasy.

She says it's a trap to get you to claim some amulet, which you presume is inside the box. Newsflash: You could've just taken the box whenever you wanted. You already had it in your hoofs, and you put it back. That's a fact. You put it back when you didn't have to. Don't you deserve a little more trust after that?

IF THE HIVE MIND HAD NEEDED THAT CRAPPY TRINKET WE WOULD HAVE TAKEN IT!!!

"Zecora... that is total bucking horseshit." Okay, not your most elegant turn of phrase but you felt as though it was appropriate to the situation. Zecora blinked in surprise, then furrowed her brows in response, probably not enjoying her thoughts being called horseshit. But buck it if somepony didn't need to call her on this!

"No, no I'm going to have to stop you right there, adorable rhyming scheme or not that is complete, bucking, horseshit. And for the single most obvious reason that if I wanted that amulet I could have taken it at any time." Your speech was far more assertive, far more aggressive, than you actually felt. In truth your legs felt like jelly and butterflies were dancing in your stomach. You weren't sure if it was more likely that your legs were going to give out in the middle of the argument or that you were just going to throw up. But to outward appearances you were keeping strong. You needed to be utterly convincing and absolutely unmoving on this if you were going to sway Zecora.

"Zecora, I noticed that lockbox DAY ONE. And there were numerous points where you were asleep and I was still awake because I've had trouble sleeping for a while now." The zebra narrowed her eyes further at that, and her tone went lower, became more aggressive, a subtle accusation in her response.

"I can grow a BLADE out of my bucking hoof! I could have CUT it open if I wanted it. And I noticed that you hid it after Trixie came back, but I let that go!" No you didn't actually but that hardly needed to be brought up at the moment.

"And when she found it I saw exactly where you were hiding it and could have taken it then!" Okay, mostly lying right now.

"Zecora, I have had NUMEROUS opportunities to take that box! So, so many times, and take this damn... amulet whatever inside of it! If I wanted it I would have taken it! Buck it Zecora, I saved Trixie, TWICE, from the cockatrice and Diamond Dogs! I fought off that damn plant monster and we've rutted for buck's sake! Don't you think by now I've earned SOME of your bucking trust?!" Now that was true. And as you made this argument, you saw Zecora hesitate, flinch before the strength of your conviction... before gathering back her own, and answering back.

But that is beside the point; if that scream wasn't Zecora, that means there is somepony in danger out there that you need to find and save!

No, buck this. You are not having this argument in the middle of the Everfree during a storm. Incidently, it clearly wasn't Zecora's scream you heard so you may want to go check that out. If nothing else pulling a Big Damn Hero will give you some ammunition in the coming spat. Even if, based on prior experience, this blows up in your face.

More importantly, you don't have time for this crap! You heard a scream, somepony's in trouble—does Zecora want to let whoever that is frikkin' die or something? Isn't she supposed to be some kind of healer? She should be better than this. If there wasn't somepony out there who needs your help, you should have a longer discussion about that:

Try to convince Zecora you'll talk about this later, after you save whoever's been screaming out here.

You were given these powers for a reason, and right now that reason is to save the life of the young mare screaming for help. Perhaps heaping another good deed onto what your powers help you to accomplish will convince your Zebra.

Look her in the eyes and tell her that you came out here because you heard a scream, someone is in trouble.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself a little, before responding.

"I heard a scream."

"Yes, a scream! I heard a scream coming from the Everfree and I was worried that you might have been hurt, so I came and checked!" You shouted, completely destroying what little accumulated calm you had gained and probably coming off as an ass, but buck it you were aggravated! For Cel- ... for some as-yet-to-be-determined higher power's sake, there was a bucking storm on the way! And you were being accused, essentially, of being evil, and then being threatened with your death because of said evil! You were rather pissed off at the moment!

Zecora however blinked at that, and frowned... Slowly, thoughtfully, she spoke, keeping steady contact with your eyes.

You blinked at that, a little surprised... Then shook your head.

"Well maybe it was the damn wind picked, or I mistook the sound, or it was somepony else who needs help and you were too far away, or too busy to notice, but I swear that I wasn't following you over any damn amulet! I certainly wasn't going to try to track it down, in the Everfree, at night, during a storm, with one leg bandaged up, after I JUST got finished being tossed around like a bucking ragdoll, by a big damn plant-animal-hybrid monster, that is now sitting in a bamboo cage, up on the bucking wall!" You screamed before stopping to take some deep, heavy breaths, very nearly panting... You... you were really angry right now. Buck, you were almost LIVID! This was so unfair! All of this was so damn unfair! It made you want to scream! And shout, and rage, and just, just, just GGGRRRAAAAHHH!!!

I think it would be best to use some electricity from this lovely storm we're having and give her just enough of a shock to paralyze her and make her hair stand on end. Then, we could keep her around while we find a way to make her forget this little debacle ever happened...

If Zecora isn't going to help you save her, then it's time to put her on the ground with some lightning and go! You can get her apology (and apologize for the shock) later!

If necessary, try to overpower her without hurting her... too much.

First off; you're an idiot when it comes to understanding social situations and generally speaking to others. I was hoping to have a more manipulative antagonistic bastard, but clearly this isn't going to work on the more intelligent victims. A shame; emotional manipulation tends to hurt much more than any physical torture you can inflict on people.

With this in mind, lets break down the current situation. Zecora is onto you due to your aforementioned idiocy. Normally I would suggest to use a silver tongue to convince her that your intentions are pure, but your tongue is less silver and more rusty iron, mutated purple or no. The way I see it, we have two options. You spontaneously gain mental manipulation abilities to either erase your idiocy from her mind or bend her will to yours, or you kill her. The former is a lot less likely than the latter, so let's discuss the latter.

Pros and Cons

Cons:

1. You lose a wonderfully informed explosives/poisons savant.

2. You lose an outlet for your annoyingly prevalent sexual habits.

3. You probably won't find the Alicorn Amulet.

4. Finding your way back to the hut may be a bit tricky, but not impossible.

Those certainly aren't good. Let's discuss what would be a plus.

Pros:

1. You end a sapient life for the first time. They say the first time is the most memorable.

2. You're curious about the reactions of a dying person, such as the look of pain and shock on their face. Sounds invigorating!

3. You will feel like a god with complete control over someone's life and death. That power is fun to think about!

4. You would finally have a significant influence on something after being a loser your whole life.

5. The betrayal and hurt in her eyes whilst you do the deed will cause a twinge in your heart; not a good twinge or a bad twinge, but a fascinating one you will probably want to feel again because it makes you feel alive.

6. You're in the Everfree. It's not like her dying here would be far-fetched. No suspicion for you!

7. Free reign with Trixie and a free forest hut!

8. You can tell Trixie that she died while hiding the Alicorn Amulet from her, destroying her with the guilt of having been directly responsible for someone's death, especially someone who took her in. Bonus points if she commits suicide from the psychological torment!

9. If Trixie doesn't kill herself, then she'll be even more vulnerable and you will be the only one in her life that 'cares' about her and 'forgives' her for all of her sins. She will worship you.

As you can see, killing the stripey one is the best option. Method of death? Slit her throat so she can't scream for help, and set her on fire with your new fire abilities while she bleeds out for extra suffering on her part and removal of evidence (if the suffering isn't enough reason, you pansy). Purple fire is pretty, especially whilst charring a writhing zebra.

With love, Seth Speth of the Death Neth

Killing Zecora is definitely a last resort. Until that becomes necessary, if you can't convince her with words, convince her by force.

Your breathing was heavy and rapid. Moisture was building up in the corners of your eyes. Sweat was starting to appear on your brow as you ground your teeth together and glared ahead at the zebra in front of you. A rage was building up in you, a rage that was eating away at your insides. And you had no trouble giving it voice.

"I mean what the buck Zecora!? I've been beaten, bludgeoned, battered, and bruised! I woke up cold and alone in this damn forest and ever since I've been attacked by everything from Timberwolves to Cockatrices, to big bucking plant animal monster things that grew out of a damn cloak!" You shouted, the wind picking up and gusting through your mane.

"And now THIS!?!? You, of all ponies, YOU turning on me!? Do you have any idea how important these changes are to me!? Do you have any idea what I WAS?! How hard, how BUCKING hard it is, just to live, being me, without a damn Cutie Mark, for so many years, so, many, BUCKING years!? Why!? Why did you have to do this to me!?" You shouted, losing all semblance of cool and order as very unstalliony tears began to roll down your cheeks, and all the hurt and pain just seemed to scream out from you.

Zecora's eyes widened at this, and she actually started to step back slowly.

But characteristic of you as of recent you interrupted her words with your continued rage.

"WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME BE SOMEPONY!?!?" You roared, and as you did so something strange happened. Your rods snapped up on your back. You didn't remember twitching the muscles, but up they came, and as they did so lightning flashed... and struck your rods. The electricity began dancing back and forth, energy coursing through your body. It was a pleasant feeling. A powerful feeling! And between the power and the rage, you... lost control. The muscles of your back twitched, the lightning bolt shot forward, and in time with the-

BOOOOOM!

Of the thunder-storm, struck Zecora.

Zecora had started to back up further when the lightning struck your rods, but that didn't help. The lighting zapped through the air, arching in a bright golden lance towards the now frightened zebra, and struck Zecora's chest, just below the golden rings of her neck. It hit the small sack that she had hung from her neck, and in an instant it exploded. BOOM. In a flash of green powder, billowing out into a thick cloud, like a smoke bomb, as Zecora's body flew back straight-first into the tree behind her with a-

THUD!

The zebra slumped down onto her haunches, her head hanging low, eyes closed, the fur below the rings smoking lightly, the entire front of her chest and her face coated with a green powder.

You blinked... ... ... and just... stood there for several moments. Having some... trouble comprehending exactly what it was that had just happened. Another flash of lightning, and a thunderous boom seemed to snap you out of your daze though, and you shook your head before slowly folding your rods back down to your back.

"... Z-... Zecora?" You muttered, softly... ... and of course got no response from the still mare. You gulped down the third lump in your throat, and slowly staggered forward towards the motionless mare, dreading every step. You didn't... you didn't really MEAN to do that, did you? Of course you needed her out of the way, but... but wasn't that a bit much? What if she was dead? She couldn't be dead!? Could she?! No, no, no she was just sleeping, just sleeping, and when you got to her, you'd see that. Yeah, you'd, you'd check, and she'd be fine, and you wouldn't be a murderous buck. Although... wouldn't that have a certain... erotic appeal? A kind of sensual enjoyment? A delicious sense of... POWER...

NO! BUCK NO! You, you didn't want Zecora dead! She was too valuable! Far too valuable for you! And you cared about her! And other shit! Buck it she'd better be alive!

You shook your head free of the aggravating thoughts, and finished your approach to her still body. It was still coated with green powder from the bag explosion, and the rope that had been holding it was now lying on the grass by her side, edges frayed and blackened... You were actually kind of surprised that the lightning hadn't gone up to Zecora's golden loops and run through them. Lightning was attracted to metal after all, or the tallest object. To hit just there was a little... strange. But you were glad that it had. You didn't see any scaring on your zebra, and it looked like the bag had taken the brunt of the force. Still, you were nervous... Holding your breath, you leaned down slowly, turned your head, and placed your right ear to Zecora's chest, not even daring to twitch as you listened... and heard Zecora breath, and felt her chest rise with the breath.

You exhaled out heavily, relief washing over you as you confirmed that your zebra was still alive... You leaned back with a relieved smile, looking to her form illuminated in the firefly lamplight, allowing yourself just a moment of calm and relief in what was turning out to be a very hectic night.

Plip.

You blinked, as a wet drop struck your nose.

Plip plip.

Another on your head, and a second in the middle of your back. Slowly, with a feeling akin to trepidation, you looked upwards...

Yes! Good minion you have fire, this makes me very happy. But as much as I enjoy the delicious taste of roasted zebra the mere IDEA of losing an explosives specialist is unthinkable! Just THINK of all that DELICIOUS NAPALM gone to waist before we even SEE an orphanage! Tell her we have Ponies to BURN! I mean SAVE! But if her soul proves to be nothing but a chilling torrent of water and she won't listen to reason then NEITHER SHALL WE!!! BURN HER AND THIS PYRO DAMNED FOREST TO THE GROUND!!! MAY YOUR FURY BE EVERLASTING!!!

-PYRO THE RED

OH! Almost forgot! In the event that the forest is improved exponentially by my previous and wonderfully fiery advice go get Your dog and planimal (Who will soon be a loyal fire breathing minion if I have any say about it) and escape. At the very least the dog can be a scapegoat and at most a HUGE and possibly FIERY asset. FIREWORKS MAY NOT BE NAPALM BUT THEY ARE SOMETHING DAMN IT!!!

-With Hugs and Ashes

PYRO THE RED

BOOOM!

Another crash of thunder, another lightning bolt in the sky... And the storm broke loose. Rain began pouring from the skies above down onto you and the unconscious zebra, wetting your mane and fur, making it stick to your flesh. You felt the cold again, rattling in your bones, broken from whatever fear and rage induced trance had allowed you to ignore the elements before. You shivered, a chill running up your spine, your teeth set to chattering without your permission. Cold, cold, too bucking cold! You needed heat, you needed fire! And luckily... luckily you had just recently been granted a ready supply...

Closing your eyes you breathed in deep, and focused for a moment. You felt the magic in your body, the energy, and focused on a small patch beneath the horn. You pulled it up, separating it from the rest of the energy in your body, focused it into your horn, pulling it up with a bit of effort and...

FWOOSH!

Purple fire flared up around your horn, once again illuminating the forest around you with purple flame, discoloring the light from the firefly lantern and, more importantly, generating heat to drive the chill from your bones. The purple flames grew out of your horn and circled around it, casting a light and warming you up. You sighed out in relief, feeling the heat wash over you even as the rain continued to fall, chasing away the cold and letting your body warm up... But you could feel the strain already. You weren't used to magic, and this was taking some effort to keep up. You couldn't stay out here in these conditions, it was only a matter of time before you lost your fire and caught your death from cold... And not just you...

She's still your Zebra snuggletoy. Even if she's been awfully arrogant and unfair to you. But! You'll forgive her. She's just confused right now, confused and irritated. She probably needs some help, too. Later on, you can talk things through; maybe after Zecora got some sleep herself. Maybe you'll even help her with getting some—she drugged you, right? Alright, you'll drug her back. After a nice, restful sleep, everything will be much better! You'll speak to her sleeping form, you will; tell her that you'll forgive your Zebra for being arrogant, and mean, and paranoid; all things she doesn't need to be when you're around. She wants to be your little herd plaything along with Trixie, and you'll remind her. Maybe you'll even need to punish Zecora a bit... for her sake. She obviously wants it as bad as Trixie now. You'll oblige.

If things went south with Zecora to such an extent that she wouldn't trust anything you give her, make Trixie do it instead. Trixie is on the right path already, so she gets to help Zecora realise her potential. If Zecora is unlikely to take drugged food/drinks from you, Trixie will give it to her instead. They both want to be yours, you'll be damned before you let them wiggle out of what they so obviously desire!

And if, Stars forbid, things really went south, you might need to restrain Zecora. If Trixie wasn't horn-indisposed right now, she could help with that. You remember she had some rather interesting rope tricks... probably practiced them on herself whenever she could, little masochist she is. Anyhow: If necessary, you may need to tie up Zecora so you can give her the sleep-inducing drugs. Ah, she'll probably like it, once she's admitted to herself that she wants to be your herdmare. Just tell her that while she sleeps, too. She'll forgive you.

You looked back to Zecora, slumped against the tree, her breathing steady but soft, the rain water mixing into the green powder on her face and chest turning it into a kind of pasty mush sticking to her fur... ... You couldn't just leave her like this. Yes she might have been unfair to you, yes she might have been... confused. But she was still your zebra lovebug. She was still important, valuable to you, and while her actions might require some... less than entirely gentle responses on your part later on, you couldn't just abandon her here to the storm, and that made things more... difficult.

Scream or not you had NO IDEA where the screamer's origins were now. If it wasn't Zecora then it was either some kind of noise that just sounded like screaming or somepony else, and if Zecora didn't hear it then said pony probably wasn't anywhere near the direction she'd just come from, which was the direction were more or less going, meaning that even if it was a pony in danger you were probably already way off. And on top of that you were cold, in the middle of the Everfree at night, during a storm, with one leg bandaged up, and an unconscious zebra. Finding your way back to the hut, which you probably weren't too far from given your reduced movement speed, would be a difficult enough chore. And you couldn't just leave Zecora here, so you'd need to take her back, make sure she was safe and... handle things as they came up. After all, you could give her some medicine to keep her sleeping while you spoke to her, or even tie her up if you really needed to, but you and she both needed to be at the actual HUT for that to happen.

So, you needed to get her and yourself back to the hut and handle things from there... Which only left the rather annoying question as to how to go about it...

Author's Notes:

Heya. I don't feel as though this is my best chapter ever, however it is highly overdue. I've been in a slump as of recent, and am only now starting to get energy to get back to my projects and do things that I care about again. Sooooo... hope this is okay. Thank you for your patience, and I hope that this didn't get botched.

Now, I'd like to go ahead and please remind everyone participating in this, that... I don't pick and choose what suggestions I use. I do my best to take all of them, and really hope I don't miss any of them at final cut because I do a lot of reorganizing typically, and turn them into something that has a piece of what the ponies want to see, or at least show that the suggestion was taken into account. Do I worry about how well I do this and if anyone feels left out? Yes, a lot, however that is what I try to do. The reason for this isn't just because I value your contributions. I greatly enjoy your participation, and I absolutely LOVE when you lot break out into debates and logical arguments, scheming and plotting in the comments. That sort of thing makes my day. However the reason I try to make sure that I include all of the Host advice, even the parts that I, quite honestly, think are extremely idiotic, is because the day that I start distinguishing between your advice, and what I THINK your advice SHOULD be is the day that this game dies. As much cutting as I have to do get the chapters into readable format, I try to make sure that you can see the contribution you have, because this is BUILT on reader contribution, and without it it's just no fun. Reader contribution is the lifeblood of this fic, and when that stops, so does the fic, and my deciding what is appropriate or not in the contribution sections, is a good way to get the contribution to stop.

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