Seamus froze, his blood turned to ice and his vision hazed red. The entire world seemed to cease all function, his mind went numb. His entire paradigm shifted, the world turned on a dime and the ground writhed under his hooves like an enraged bull. He wanted to scream at the unfairness, the sickening, pure paroxysm of agony that shot through his entire body. Denial, skipped to anger, furthered by fury and finally descending into berserk rage. His entire life he had dealt with Melody and Jakben, their tyrannical, degrading treatments and their total lack of respect for all life. Nothing was sacred and everything was theirs.

Something in the alicorn’s head snapped, his ken was stretched too far. Nothing in his mind could comprehend a world without Sky. And yet… he had just seen his friend down an entire vial of poison to spend one day with him. After that… it was over and Seamus was alone. Utterly, truly alone. No remnant of his previous happiness would be left. No trace of the days he would spend with the pegasus, laughing and on some occasions… sharing extremely sensual moments. His friend would sometimes preen his feathers and tell him things, make him laugh and sometimes make him shiver from the effort it took to contain himself. The urge to break his vow and make an attempt at the other colt was sometimes so great he would have to read for hours on end just to distract himself.

Now that was over, that time he had with Sky was done. The luxury of being able to wait and enjoy the moment was gone. The young colt’s life was going to be cut short by Melody. His pupils shrank to pinpoints as his mind obliterated itself. A surge of relentless force shot through him. It started in his hooves and his muscles, then it traveled from his legs to his chest, constricting his breathe and making him hyperventilate. Finally it ended at his head, his horn glowed a malevolent red under the horn sheathe Jakben had forced onto him. Sky saw him and his reaction and shook his head, warning Seamus to not follow the instinct. Regardless, the alicorn continued to build magic.

The vampire stiffened and looked down at the young alicorn. He felt the energy, it crackled in the air and set the predator’s hair on end. He knew that this was going to be one thing he couldn’t contain, one thing beyond his infinite strength. He turned to Melody and weighed his loyalty to her with his value of immortality. Obviously, he couldn’t give two bucks about her, she was his captor and he had wanted her dead from the moment he had met the unicorn. He shrugged and dropped his grip from the alicorn, no longer caring about his next meal or even finishing his job here. He knew that if fate took it’s course he would perish in this room. So he walked out, much to the Lady’s shock.

She scowled and turned her attention to Sky.

“Whatever. You two can do as you please, but you must stay in this room.” She growled.

“What!” Sky screamed, his voice cracking. “You said we could go free!”

“You are free. In this room.” She sneered.

Seamus twitched, his rage growing and the magic contained in his horn building. Sweat beading at his brow. Sky saw his friend and smiled, knowing he would finally get his revenge.

“I wouldn’t be so smug, Melody.” he said, inspecting his hoof nonchalantly.

“Why, neither of you can do anything! Jakben may not be here, but I have magic and you don’t!” She mocked. “You can’t even  touch me!”

A flash of light lit the room and Seamus stormed over to the unicorn, the sheathe over his horn shredded and no longer in use. The mare’s smirk faded to a look of horror.

“I didn’t mean it! I treat you two no different than any other of my  servants! I swear!” The despot begged, knowing that she was helpless before the might of one of the most powerful creatures in Equestria. “I’m sorry! I have children! “

The alicorn was heedless and his eyes were a blazing red, his mane and tail billowed and something about the way he moved bespoke total, raw power. Even though he was smaller in stature than Melody, the mare knew one thing, she was the lesser here. All those years spent dominating him and stripping away his pride were over and it was her time to be judged. She dropped to the floor in a low kneel, knowing that begging was the only option now. The alicorn didn’t stop advancing toward her until he stood over her and his horn was once again glowing malevolently.

A huge snap hit the ears of everypony present  and Melody doubled over, unable to breathe. Her windpipe was snapped shut and her face was turning red, her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. She writhed on the floor, grasping at the invisible force on her neck desperately.

“Please!” She gasped, her face turning purple under her white coat. “There’s an antidote!”

Seamus let off some pressure, but threw her against a wall in arcane rage, his nostrils flaring and his wings taught at his sides. He leaned closer to her and spit directly into her eye before he spoke.

“What is it? I’ll let you live if you give me the antidote.” His voice was strangely sweet, almost mockingly so. “I promise, you can trust me.” He was smiling at her now, his mind cracked and sanity gone.

She was terrified of him, she knew that he wasn’t in his right mind.  “It’s very hard to get but if you just-”

Her voice gave out as her throat closed again. Seamus grinned sadistically and brushed her mane from her face, tucking the long strand behind her ear as she suffocated.

“No more words, just tell me the antidote.” He whispered, letting his magical grip on her throat loosen.

“Phoenix tears!” She gasped. “It’s the only cure!”

A sheathe sprang into existence on her horn and he threw her into a bed, where five loops of rope suddenly appeared. The loops fastened around her limbs and neck, pinning her in place. Seamus jumped onto the mattress next to her and conjured a branding iron from thin air, his smile only growing as he continued. Her eyes widened and she tried to scream, but a gag appeared to block her mouth at the exact instant she opened her jaws. The alicorn focused on heating the rod while he talked, his voice was smooth, soothing and had all the gentle caring of a mother to her foal.

“Do you remember the first day we met? He sighed, a nostalgic grin on his young face. “I know that I do. You took the time to tie me up and brand me forever. Now… I think that, as it’s been three years, I should return the favor.”

He twirled the iron in a silhouette of himself, making the air crackle and shimmer form the heat of the hot piece of metal.

“Now, I heard from a little bird a long time ago that you’re incapable of sex? Is this true?”

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. The iron was turning blue from the impossible amount of heat he was administering.  Seamus stroked her side, a look of empathy and slight pity marring his flawless complexion. She relaxed at his touch and almost stopped breathing, his hoof was so steady and gentle she wanted him to just keep at repeating the comforting movement forever. But he did, and he tightened the ropes grip around her back legs, widening them. He snapped back to reality and screamed into her gag, tears streaking her face and the makeup she was wearing running down her cheeks.

“Now… Allow me to relieve you of your… urges….” He whispered into her ear, placing the rod directly over her most sensitive area.

She felt the heat near her opening and knew right then, that every male she had ever gelded or castrated, every mare’s womb she had sown shut and circumcised, every last unspeakable sexual torture she had performed, was coming back to her. This was her fate and this was what she deserved.  Tears stopped flowing form her eyes and an utter calm settled over her. This was fate at it’s finest, revenge in it’s most quintessential form. All those years of degrading and demeaning all of her servants and guards, all these years selling and trading sex slaves were now going stab into her and end it. The heat in the air around her slit was unbearable. Sweat on her brow rolled over her neck and out onto the bed. Seamus leaned close to her and stroked her clit one last time, to relieve her of her urges before she never felt them again. He drew back the iron.

She closed her eyes, made her peace with her gods, and fell into oblivion.

Fluttershy fell away from the door and vomited into the toilet. The smell was sickening, a mixture of love and burnt, cauterized flesh mixing into the cinnamon-scented candles she had lit. She cringed and heaved her dinner, that was foul, disgusting. Even after she had nothing left to give she dry-heaved senselessly, still gagging from the smell and the heat, the image of Melody‘s…

The mare shook her head and closed her eyes. This was too much. Too much had happened tonight.  Yet, it was only the beginning. The night was still young and Jakben was still on the loose. The party was still on and she was still there. Sky was still poisoned and only cure known was Philomena’s tears. The race was on to tie up the night. Twenty four hours was the limit and the clock. Was. Still. Ticking.

(*Laughs insanely*) Okay! Any questions?  Comments? I urge you to comment, the next chapter is exceedingly long and I don’t want to run low on fuel here… Please?  

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