There, I promised I would write it Thursday but it's here now, so no crying.

I loves you all... sooooo much.

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You have come here,

In pursuit of your deepest urge.

In pursuit of that wish, which till now, has been silent.

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Celestia awoke. Rough cloth covered her head and she could still feel a warm stickiness on her face. The air in the sack was hot and stifling and the cloth itself rubbed against the stump of her horn painfully. The air was foul; the scent of her blood, both congealed and dripping saturated the air and made it difficult to breath. She tried to remove the bag but found her hooves tied down. 'Kinky,' she thought appreciatively, 'but completely irritating right now.'

The large white alicorn struggled with her bonds for a few moments. Each movement caused an explosive burst of pain in her stump of a horn, but that only served to fuel her movements. The combination of lust and pain drove her, forced her to find a release. It wasn't often she found somepony who could dominate her so easily and so- mysteriously.

Luna found herself chained to the walls. Her shoulder ached from the small circular wound. A dried trickle of blood stemmed from it; the throbbing was unbearable. She lifted her head, curious of the strange smell around her.

Incredible pain; neck burning; her muscles refused to work properly and almost seemed twisted out of shape. The motion of her head was slow and jerky, the muscles in her neck felt like salt stiffened ropes. She tried again, but the pain continued, locking her in place. She twisted and squirmed trying to rid herself of the agony, but as the edges of her vision became tattered, she found that there was none.

The black alicorn allowed herself to hang limply. The ache in her neck pulled at her attention and denied her any free thoughts. She snarled in frustration. The only vision available to her was of the dirty, stained floor below. 'How long have I been here?' she wondered. The dry sandpaper texture of her mouth told her what would happen should she try and speak. 'Buck this,' she thought angrily. Giving a huge mental push, she forced herself to straighten out her long, regal neck. As she looked up, she found a large curtain had been pulled in front of her.

Luna focused on the unbroken field of stone colored fabric before her. She allowed the swirls and pockmarks of gray and brown to fill her mind, occupy all space and leave no room for emotion. A quick blue flash of light burst into being and her neck moved loosely. The coarse lump that had been her tongue felt refreshed and saliva filled her mouth once more. "Much better," she said, taking a moment to enjoy the sense of well-being that filled her after the healing spells.

Her rear hooves rested on the ground just enough for her to place her weight on them. As pressure eased off her fore hooves, she found that there was no feeling and they seemed darker than before. Giving an experimental wiggle, she realized that the thick metal of the manacles must have been cutting off her circulation as she hung. She lifted them a little and felt a cold shock as the blood began to flow easily through once more. The cold increased until it seemed to burn, but as the princess gritted her teeth, it faded away.

The sound of rattling chains reached Celestia's sensitive ears. The pricked up and began swiveling, searching for the source of potential fun. A cry of pain echoed through the room and the chains stopped rattling for a few seconds. Celestia tried to call out, hoping to lure in whatever unfortunate had been stranded near her, but only a small croak escaped her throat. 'Great,' she thought, 'no horn, no talking; next thing you know it'll be no more ponies.' Celestia felt a shiver as she thought this and an eerie, wavering laugh seemed to split her mind.

"Much better," a contented voice sighed as the chains rattled once more. "Luna?" Celestia called softly, "Sister, is that you?"

"Luna? Sister, is that you?" the grand voice of the ruler of Equestria sounded from beyond the curtain. "Tia? Are you there? Where are you?"

"I don't know," Celestia answered, "I can't see anything right now and my horn is gone." Celestia lay, unable to see, the air she breathed becoming more and more fetid with each passing moment. A glowing line of dark blue began slipping into her field of vision. The tendril laid itself on Celestia's face. "Luna," Celestia said as she nuzzled her sister's mane, "thank Azazel you are unharmed."

The tendril of Luna's mane began moving around as though searching for something. Another thin line of mane slipped into the darkness around Celestia and pulled open the cloth a little. Light poured in, Celestia's eyes stung for a moment as they responded to the change. The air cleared a little and Celestia began breathing deeply. Even though the air outside of her cloth prison smelled of blood, it was still sweeter than what she was smelling now.

Chains rattled in the distance and a heavy thumping noise was followed by the slow, steady beat of hooves on the metal floor.

Luna approached her sister. She was beautiful indeed. Even tied up like this and bleeding, she was still one of the most elegant creatures the black alicorn had ever seen. Celestia was on her back with her hooves chained to the edges of the table. Her legs were splayed and more chains ensured that she couldn't close them. A rough, brown sack was on her head, dark red spots covering the area where her horn used to be. Without its magic, Celestia could do little on her own. The power to move the sun was still in her, but she had to see it to do that. She still had the ability of flight, but, being chained down in an underground room somewhere, there was nothing Celestia could do.

The helplessness excited Luna. Celestia had taken advantage of her before, but had always been too quick for Luna to do the same. Besides, they'd been meaning to try this with somepony. The cloth flared blue and it vanished, only to appear as a whip in Luna's hoof. Celestia blinked at the increased light and a grimace shot across her face as the wound on her head was revealed to the air. She saw Luna standing over her, saw the cloth whip in her hoof. She saw the eager, drooling face of her sister.

Celestia groaned, she hated when she couldn't be tops.

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I have brought you,

That our passions may fuse and burn.

In your mind you have already succumbed to me,

Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me.

Now you are here with me, no second thoughts.

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Spike wandered through the stone halls he now found himself in. The passageways were lit by evenly placed torches and were completely spotless. Even spiders, it seemed, wouldn't come willingly to Pinkie's playhouse.

Spike plodded onwards, his claws clicking loudly against the smooth stone floors as the passageway wound itself around and around, climbing slightly before dropping back down; a seemingly pointless structure. No matter how long he walked he never seemed to get tired. Hour upon hour of gray stone rolled past as he continued onward, not slowing, not thinking of anything except finding a way out.

"How long is this thing?" he asked aloud, not worrying about getting an answer. "It's gotta end soon." He flopped onto his back and stared up at the flickering shadows on the ceiling. He may still feel the same as when he started, but boredom set in quite easily on the small purple dragon. He looked around while he lay on the floor.

Something caught his eye. "Huh?" he stood up and turned around, trying to see what it was. A jumble of objects lay strewn across the floor and a large rubber stopper was melted into a hole in the wall. He hadn't left where he'd started from at all.

"What the- but I- and the tunnel- and-" Spike fell over groaning in frustration, "make it stop!" He began rolling around on the floor trying to convince himself that he was just imagining the things around him, surely all of that walking had taken him somewhere.

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Too late for turning back,

Too late for prayers and useless pity.

Past all hope of cries of help,

No point in fighting,

For either way you choose, I have to win.

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The large poison green eyes glared in the shadows. This creature, this small hateful thing had intruded where it was unwanted. Now it smeared itself along the floor creating the hated noise. To make matters worse, its skin glinted in the light and shot painful reflections into the twisted green eyes.

They closed in unison as another wave of tiny pricks of light rolled across their sensitive retinas. This must end. NOW! It slowly pulled its huge bloated body out of its lair. Nothing entered down here unless it was feeding time, but that mattered little. She needed little to feed herself and even less to survive. The occasional prey sent by the pink one was more than enough. But this one, this... thing was an insult and must be dealt with… harshly.

The black, bulging body slid into the light with a rough sliding noise; too quiet for the small one to hear. Her every sense was aware, listening to the steady, healthy beating that sent the sweet blood coursing through the nuisance on the floor. Each scraping of the stone, each breath each groan of irritation, they were all heard clearly and analyzed by the ancient hunter as she lifted herself upon her long, calloused legs.

She made her way carefully along, no sound escaping to alert the meal. Soon, the unaware creature was directly below. The huntress let out a quiet hiss; it had been too long since a proper hunt and she found it difficult to suppress her primal urges, challenges must be issued.

The small purple head whirled around, a strange noise escaped it. It seemed to breathe out extremely loud. Its eyes widened; a brighter twin of the ones descending. It turned to run, but too late. A thin line of web had already been placed and the tripwire took hold. It snapped closed, tightening around the purple throat; the acid coating combined with the frantic pulsing to pull it tighter and tighter, deeper and deeper into the sweet succulent flesh. The huntress fell upon her prey, her mandibles dripping with the thought of the coming feast.

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You were once, my warm companion.

Now you're old and tattered.

You were once a friend and father,

Then my world was shattered.

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A hissing noise issued softly from the ceiling above Spike. If he hadn't stopped to take a breath, he would have missed it entirely. "Huh?" He looked up and saw a huge shadow descending on him. Eight spindly legs stuck out, the ends covered in claw-like bristles. Eight green eyes stared down; hunger filling them with an empty rage. Thick drops of a yellowish liquid ran down its mouth and splattered on the floor, sizzling through the stone in tiny holes.

Spike jumped up and tried to run away, but something pulled at his throat in a thing line. With a popping noise, it shot off of wherever it had been attached and began whipping in circles around his neck. It burned; a line of fire scoring itself along his throat. His scales stopped it for a few seconds, but it continued on its way, burning and sizzling as it went.

Spike fell to the floor as the strong cord made its way through him. Blood began puddling on the floor around him and the aged spider landed atop him; its great weight crushing the air out of him. He tried to scream, tried to call for help. His windpipe was being compressed by the web he had run into and try as he might, he couldn't draw in breath to scream with.

Twin pains flared in his abdomen as the spider lowered its head. Spike's vision began flashing in a myriad of colors, each more pronounced than the last. They quickly pooled together and faded to black as a strange sensation began spreading around his legs and working its way up.

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Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,

In this darkness that you know, you cannot fight.

The darkness of the music of the night.

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The hissing noise continued; panic began spreading through the crowd of townsponies. Strange clouds began appearing on the horizon, yet seemed to rush towards the milling panic. Little Strife remained on his rocky perch. The billowing green clouds closed in quickly, enveloping all and obscuring the vision. A tendril split off and wove itself snake-like to the spire he stood upon. It began winding up and his horn flared brightly.

Several large shields appeared in the air next to him and he climbed onto one, sending the rest down to try and pick up those he could see through the green haze. He forced the shield higher and higher, trying to ensure that nothing could distract him. A sudden tug at his shield caused his heart to stop for a second. He looked around, expecting a gasping pegasus who had tried to flee and instead ended up with the blue unicorn. Instead, a twin trail of smog rushed into his nostrils, expanding to cover his face. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Blood poured from every pore. His eyes turned red, their dim blue color being quickly overrun by the bursting vessels. His legs kicked and bucked as the red continued spurting out from his body.

He hit the ground with a sickening crack, huge white shards protruded from his body. In the confusion, other ponies trampled his corpse or were tripped by it. One who tripped managed to impale himself on a protruding rib. The bone slid into the red earth pony's eye. There was a popping noise as it slid in, white slime oozed down the now bloody surface of the unicorn's rib. Jitter, for once, lay still, his orange mane now stained with the grime and blood of the fallen ponies around him.

A lavender unicorn stood in the middle of the crowd. A glowing bubble of magic surrounded him and those who had been lucky enough to be nearby when the clouds rolled in. The fog pressed against the side of the force field. A strange mystical wind seemed to blow through his red and green mane as his power resisted the poisonous air. It seemed as though they would survive within his protection, the clouds now rolled over the shield and covered it on all sides; the screams of pain from outside were dying down.

Ponies who saw the bubble ran towards it and were surprised to find that they could pass right through it. They rejoiced, for a moment, before blood hemorrhaged explosively from their eyes and the back of their skulls. Small wisps of the vapor emerged with their blood, but these were easily avoided due to their size.

Mystic Sense allowed himself a smirk. Other ponies were dying in the cloud, and apparently even if you escaped it, it killed you. But he was safe and he had managed to save a large group of ponies. They breathed a collective sigh of relief but froze.

A crack echoed through the sudden silence of their haven. They looked up and saw the green cloud beginning to thicken around their protection. The sheer weight of the poison was too much for the glowing shield and it shattered, the pieces falling to the ground and crushing ponies before disappearing.

A bright orange pony began running, tattered black wings exploded from his back. His form rippled and he morphed into a strange, bug-like shape. He took a deep breath and charged forward, wings beating furiously. He flew through the cloud, his superior physique aiding him. Not for the first time he praised Samuel that the changelings were so powerful compared to regular ponies.

Seratio flew onwards, eager to return to the hive at his mother's side. When she learned of Ponyville's downfall she would realize that it meant those who had stopped her reign before would be no more and she could try again. The changeling breathed deeply, smelling the air as he emerged. For the first time in months he was freed from the stench of the ponyfolk. A darker smell underlay the decay and blood below him. He looked down and found a tendril of green stretched out, held under his nose; a twisted mimic of trying to keep somepony from sneezing.

His face dropped, he knew what this meant. From what he had seen he had seconds to live. He hissed, the sound distorted by the pressurized blood as it spurted from his lungs. He fell, his insectile wings crushed under the impact, bodies lay scattered around. His corpse seemed to melt and fall into shadows. The flesh collapsed on itself and faded into the ground, the bones remaining, gaunt reminders of a once proud, twisted creature.

Sun Runner flew through the thick, noxious air. She searched desperately for anypony who had managed to survive this long. She was fast, faster than most pegasi. She sped through the air, swooping in and out of the pestilent veil to catch her breath. She stopped by every waving hoof, every twitching leg. Each time it only turned out to be another corpse stiffening in its death throes. Her mind began to break. The countless screams of pain resounded around her; the sound of bursting skulls, popping eyes. Blood fountained from every part of the corpses, even after they were long dead.

She began to lose strength. She was now flying in circles, still striving to save somepony, anypony. Her coat was dyed red with the flood of bursting ponies. Her orange fur looked like a sunset, a gruesome façade of the scene below. The dual light of the moon and sun glinted off the red streaks in her yellow and orange mane. She realized she couldn't remember leaving the cloud the last few times she'd taken breaths.

An acidic burning spread rapidly through her stomach and shot through her entire frame. She fell to the ground, the fall cushioned by the mountain of corpses, blood flowing like water, the river joining the smaller, clear river not too far away. Its waters ran red, the current quickened and the banks overrun.

She found herself smiling a dark smile. Her small form began shaking violently. Blood rushed up her throat and she began vomiting. Thick red jets shot from her mouth and nostrils; an unending torrent of her bodily fluids. She felt her eyes bulging out under the irresistible pressure. They gave way; another pain to join that which already immobilized her. Her last thoughts were of what her eyes could see as they dangled in the fire hose that was her spurting blood.

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Past the point of no return; no backward glances.

Our games of make-believe are at end.

At last, no thought of 'if' or 'when'.

No use resisting.

Abandon thought and let the dream descend.

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Pinkie sat up, her tummy was jiggly and that meant one of two things: either she needed to go on a diet, or something bad was about to happen that would hurt one of her friends really bad. She knew it wasn't the diet because she could still see her hooves when she looked down… if she leaned over a little and sucked in her stomach a little that was. "Pinka-"

"Yes? You were calling," the shadow pony flashed into being beside her. She lounged back and twirled her hoof, a martini appearing out of nowhere. She sipped at the drink seeming bored, "What do you want? I was just about to go turn on the cameras in the woods. The trap should spring any minute now."

"Don't worry about that," Pinkie said, slamming her hoof against a button nearby. Screens flashed on showing hundreds of angles in a clearing in the woods. Every type of lens had been used form every possible angle just to ensure that every moment would be captured.

"But quality control," Pinkamena's voice began slipping up from its usual deep, resonating rockslide to an almost Rarity-esque whining pitch. "We hafta make sure it comes out right."

"Oh buck it," Pinkie said pressing the record button and running for the door, "Pinkie-senses say something bad is about to happen to Spike and we need to go now!"

"Oh no," Pinkamena slammed a hoof into her face causing Pinkie to turn slowly, a fire seeming to glare in her eyes.

"WHAT-DID-YOU-DO!" Pinkie was furious, she had chosen that corridor for the trap just because nothing was there to bother Spike if he managed to get out and nothing would be damaged if he didn't.

"I might have kept a tiny little pet from when we were cleaning this place out." Pinkamena began rubbing her hooves together. "You remember that giant cave full of webs we found, but no spider to make them?"

"Yeees. That was before the oracle so we had to search the whole system carefully before we could safely enter." A thought struck Pinkie, "you didn't!"

"I did."

"And you couldn't say anything?"

"What's to say? 'Hey Pinks, I captured a monster-sized and I'm keeping it as a pet'."

"Or something like that!" Pinkie groaned and grabbed a chair nearby. She smashed the chair against the wall and it broke apart to reveal a large cannon shaped object. Reaching into her mane, she pulled out dozens of wicked looking barbed harpoons. They dripped a greenish-yellow liquid that struck the floor with a sound like falling rocks. He smoking craters were left by each drop. Pinkie nodded and replaced the harpoons. She tucked the harpoon gun into her tail and took off running down the hallways, Pinkamena in close pursuit.

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Let your soul take you where you long to be.

Only then… can you belong… to me.

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Nothing against the readers who gave me their OC's. I promised that Pinkie and Pinkamena would be nowhere near this scene and they weren't. Their trap was, but that's it. But seriously, nothing against you guys; this was the plan from the beginning and I want to thank you for letting me murder you in pony form. I hope we can all still be friends. :3

Azazel and Samuel are from Timefather64's story 'Hear the Voices? Of Samuel' Go read it if you haven't already it's really good and he's been editing it a lot lately, so the painful wall of text is no more ;)

Who knows these songs? I'm not sure, but I think this was the first time I used things that were completely unrelated to MLP. Extra points if you know the songs. :3 (Wish I'd been using this soundtrack for all of the chapters, it has songs that fit every freakin' scene.)

Sorry, wanted to have more of the scene between Pinkie, Pinkamena, Spike and the spider in this chapter, but I must sleep. Enjoy, I will write more tomorrow.

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