“Sigmar be merciful on you both.” A man in regal military uniform said, pulling on the chains that bound their legs. The immaculate gate creaked open and he led them inside. The chains restraining their legs reduced their movement to only short steps, as they were only so long.

The room could have been mistaken for a cathedral proper. Stained glass spanned the entire back wall, blazoned with the image of a massive Gothic Iron Cross. Centered on it was a great skull, missing several teeth, wrapped in an olive leaf halo. The gold molding of a griffon, grasping an oddly-shaped hammer in its forelegs was embossed on the floor. Two great statues of noble swordsmen loomed over the side walls. Up a fifty-step staircase, upon a platform adorned with carvings of a twin-tailed comet, in a throne sculpted like a blazing sun, sat an armor-clad figure, an olive leaf halo around his head and a radiant, golden sun atop his helmet. He stared lazily at Luna and Celestia as they were guided across the room, which took some time. The vicious bronze jaguar perched on his helmet gave a different aura about him. They stopped before the staircase and were met by a robed figure looking on them with utter contempt. A dozen scribes prepared to record every moment of the encounter.

“Your form betrays your intent, Chaos spawn.” he scoffed.

Luna maintained a posture of dignity. “Our intent is that of peace, and we seek your… benediction.”

The robed man became enraged at her request. “We would not show an agent of the Darkness benevolence! Do you think us that naïve?” He struck Luna across the face, twisting her head to the side and wiping his hand on his robe, though nothing had come off.

Luna’s eyes flashed white, “You dare assault the Princess of night!?” she shouted in an unearthly booming voice. Her horn started to glow brightly. “You shall pay for this transgress—!”

A soldier pointed his stick to the ceiling, which emitted a thunderous bang. Sparks, fire, and smoke bellowed from the open end, sending Luna reeling in fright. Celesta remained focused on the seated figure.

“Your Highness…” she finally said, giving a respectful bow, “…we and our subjects have come here to seek refuge from this force, which you call Chaos.”

“Do not address the Emperor directly, mutant!”

“We are not products of Chaos. Our city, Canterlot, was attacked by them. We tried to save our citizens by casting a spell to escape, but there was a great interference and we ended up transporting everypony to this land.”

The robed vizier wasn’t buying it. “Chaos is nigh-indiscriminate toward what it attacks. The fact that they slaughter their own kind is nothing new.”

“No.” said a young and rich voice, yet tempered by a grave wisdom borne of many years of burden and service; the voice of a leader. The collective attention of nearly all present in the room turned to the throne, and to its occupant.

“Since the coronation of the Everchosen, their hordes have united under Chaos Undivided. In these times, there are hardly any large conflicts among them. Tell me, colonel Jaeger; what happened when your men found them?”

The man released the chains in surprise of being called on by the Emperor, and quickly took them up again. “Well, your Highness, I, ah, was commanding a regiment of the Company of Honour, returning from Auerswald to Altdorf. One evening, we saw a great burst of spectral light over a hill. I assumed it was a Warp rift opening, so we prepared to advance on it and slay what daemons may have emerged. But as we crested the hill, we were met by them with pleas for sanctuary. They had many injured, and a few had to be preemptively put down due to Nurgle’s Rot infections; their guards threw down their weapons at our feet, even these two, exhausted as they were likely from the transportation spell, and gave themselves up. We’ve kept them all in custody since, and in time, they worked their way up the legal chain to an audience with you, my liege. We haven’t been able to tell if they’re Tzaangors, or simply mutated, sentient horses.”

Luna scowled at the colonel. “Mutants!? A whole two thirds of us bear wings or a horn. That is not an abnormality!”

“And no horse in the Empire has either, or talks.” said the robed man. “So does that mean only one in three of you deserve to live, then?”

“Anyone who has managed to best my bureaucracy is untainted, Norsten.” Franz said. Everyone looked at him in confusion. “Since the beginning of my reign, I have tried to forge the most byzantine, the most purity-permitting system of law in the Old World. Not even The Great Schemer could work it without unwittingly divulging every detail of his plans on paper. Tell me, advisor; how many of those who have gained an audience with me through the administration has spoken ill of the Empire?”

“N-None, sir,” Norsten answered timidly.

“And how many spies, assassins, saboteurs, or deceivers have come through that door?” He pointed to the large gate behind them.

“None, my lord.”

“So what makes them agents of the Great Enemy?”

“They are not human, my lord!”

“The Lizardmen in Lustria are not human, yet their entire existence is to combat Chaos and its followers.” He stood, and all the men knelt where they stood to their risen Emperor. “I have made my decision. By the grace of Sigmar divine, I grant the princesses and their subjects amnesty and sanctuary in Altdorf. A new Equine district shall be built, similar to the dwarven and elfish boroughs to house the refugees and, seeing as those before me are deposed monarchs, I shall offer them boarding in the palace.”

Celestia and Luna let out sighs of relief and exultation and the robed advisor stood, still baffled by the Emperor’s ruling.

“A thousand thanks, kind sovereign!” Luna said, as the soldiers unbound their chains.

“We will try not to impede on your tasks.”

After both were escorted from the throne room, Franz descended the staircase. He looked out through the stained glass windows, down on the courtyard of the palace. The advisor walked up to his side.

“My Emperor... why have you pardoned them so austerely?”

“Whether we use them for axe fodder or we integrate them for long-term cooperation, we need allies in this war,” the Emperor said. “The elves are too self-centered in their own ways of fighting Chaos, and the dwarves are barely holding back the Greenskins. I feel a new storm is on the horizon.”

“Ugh! We’ve been walking forever. When are we gonna get there?” asked Pinkie, bored out of her mind.

“It’s only been like five minutes since we started and this is the eighth time you asked!” Rainbow Dash yelled back, annoyed out of hers.

“Well how big can this place be? On the outside it was way smaller.”

“They seem to break the laws of physics all the time, Pinkie. I’m surprised that you’re surprised.”

The hall eventually let out to a large foyer. The entire far side was dominated by a protrusion of a massive demonic face with a door, embossed with an eight-pointed star fit in its maw. A stone draconequus head, shattered at the neck, hung upside-down.

“Discord...” Twilight muttered in sad realization.

The suit led them across the space and they looked at the face with apprehension as its eyes seemed to follow them.

Just as the suit reached for the doorknob, a spark spontaneously shot from it and the suit hesitated. Gradually the glimmers built up until the knob looked like a hundred firework sparklers. It melted onto the door and the white-hot metal spread over the surface. The suit backed away, as this was apparently not what it expected. From this great white rectangle emerged a figure wearing little more than a loincloth, flesh mutilated and scarred, carrying a bloody scourge. Their mouth was sewn shut and hung around their neck was a sign that read ‘Repent’. They wildly attacked the suit, flogging at it furiously but fruitlessly as it had no flesh to flay. Several more, better-armed and beaten madmen sprang forth shouting a motley of litanies and diatribes. One of them, wearing armor with a high collar and an iron ring around his bald head bore no scars and egged them on as they brought the suit to its knees.

“You six! Through the portal!” he yelled, striking the suit with a large hammer, causing the chestplate to buckle with a loud crump.

Marauders appeared in the adjacent halls, alerted to the commotion. Seeing the six still stood glaring at the struggle, the bald man turned to them and smote Applejack. She went flying, knocking the others like bowling pins into the glowing passage and it sealed behind them.

“Die, brave Sigmarites! Die and atone for your sins! In His glorious name!!” He cried and charged the approaching marauders.

“Wake up darn you! Wake up! They’re coming!” A voice frantically cried.

As Twilight came to her senses, she felt small thuds alternating on different sides of her face which gradually grew to hard blows. Something wet splashed over her face and she sprang up gasping.

She found herself face to face with a brown pony sitting on her chest, holding a tuft of Fluttershy’s soaking mane over her face. He jumped off and helped Twilight up.

“Come on, we have to go, the Orks are coming!”

“Orks, wha?” she muttered in a daze.

“No time. Fluttershy, help her out.”

They hastily exited a dilapidated barn on a farmer’s property. The brown pony led them into a large outcropping of foliage on the far side of a dirt road where Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie were also hiding. Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be seen. Twilight poked her head up to look down the road and saw several figures in the coming down.

“Get down.” he whispered loudly and pulled her back under.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Shh!”

The figures drew nearer to their hiding place. They varied in size and appearance with large lower jaws, short, apelike heads and rough green skin. The biggest of them, covered in pitch black armor painted like a checkerboard on one shoulder, stopped before where they hid. THey got a good look at its predatory teeth, almost glowing red eyes, and many scars.

“Dere’s a ‘umie ‘ut, boyz! Let’s get ta crompin! WAAAGH!!!” it yelled and they all stormed toward the farmhouse screaming in kind.

A small green creature with a massive nose fell off the ork’s back. As it got up frustrated it saw a red line on the ground leading straight to their hiding spot.

The brown pony looked to Fluttershy, whose mane was dripping on the ground and back to the creature. “No no, go away…” he nervously whispered.

Just before it reached the shrubbery, the large ork called to it.

“Oy, gobbo! Get back ova e’re!”

The creature frantically ran back as fast as its short legs would take it. The large ork proceeded to smash the door to the farmhouse and force its way in.

“Ok, they’re going to be occupied so we should go now.” The brown pony said.

He poked his head out and surveyed for any more orks. They were all sacking the house.

“Let’s go!” he jumped out of the bushes and took off in the opposite direction the orks came with everyone in pursuit. As Applejack came out, she caught on the branches of the bush, tearing the skin off her leg, exposing a mass of flies just underneath. She ignored it and kept running after.

“Who sent you, lapdog!?” Archaon shouted as the empty suit of armor, sporting several new heads around its body, cranked a stretching rack. The victim howled in pain, muffled by the high collar of his chestplate. When the rack relaxed again, he laughed.

“All my disciples have been saved in the eyes of Sigmar thanks to his assistance, now I wait to join them. He, in new form, helped their souls be restored and He shall aid in your defeat again. If you are going to, kill me quickly. My pupils wait for me in the bleak lands of Morr.”

Archaon roared with rage, shoved the suit aside and cranked the rack rapidly himself.

“You shall burn, heretic!” the racked man bellowed as he quickly split in half and fell silent.

“It has been a mixed day; destroying the coward god Discord, a bounty of lives from the towns, and the six magic jewels from the latest raid. Traded off by assassins killing my original lieutenants, The Dimension Traveller returns and has taken the replacements before I could tether their souls to Chaos, and an elf that came with the assassins made off with the green and purple dragon! What use he’ll be to them I don’t know, being so close to a Chaos Spawn now. The Traveller could have taken them anywhere, anywhen! I’d need something to track them through space and time, but…” He noticed a collar of Khorne hanging on a spike on the suits pauldron and grinned under his helmet.

“Bring those three impertinent fillies to our sorcerers and prepare to return to the Wastes. I’m sure the unicorn and red head would be elated to see their sisters again.”

After some time of running, the brown pony with an hourglass cutiemark led them to a small ring of tents concealed on the inside edge of a forest. A large metal cart with a banner, displaying the image of an ornate hammer, hanging by a pole lay beside the most decorated tent. He said they could call him Doctor Whooves as he was known in Equestria. It seemed like the early evening but must’ve been daytime due to little light coming through a miserably overcast sky.

“Ten years!?” It couldn’t be that long since I last saw you, we met yesterday and you don’t look a day older!” Twilight screamed.

“This calendar says so.” He reached into a box at his side and held up a stately calendar. “See, 2535 I.C. When we met, it was 2525. Oh, and look…” He put a hoof to one of the squares, “Emperor Franz turned forty-six today. Well, happy birthday. You know, Warp travel is very risky. Getting it to go not only where you want but to go to the right time as well is very difficult. I’m more used to… other means.”

“Who were those guys that got us out of that weird building?” Pinkie asked.

“Flagellants, and a slightly more deranged Warrior Priest. They came around looking for a fight to be ‘redeemed’ in, and I found ‘em one. In return, he’d get you all here and we could use the stuff in their camp here since they’re gone.”

“Well some plan he had, usi’n me like a billiard ball. T‘snot the best way to be rescued, but why not do it sooner; ‘fore we were all turned to freaks!?” Applejack carped.

“I didn’t think he’d do it so quickly. When I saw you come through the portal I blamed myself for being too late, spending too much time finding a better distraction to send first. Now I’ve got five big…” He paused and analyzed their new stature, “…ger problems on my hooves.”

“You j-just w-waited?” Fluttershy stammered, shivering. The fluid cascaded from her mane like a waterfall and appeared to start boiling. “You knew what was gonna happen and did nothing?”

“Are you ok?” He asked nervously. “Your mane is, uh…” He followed timidly as the fluid flowed on the ground around him. Fluttershy stood up and staggered forward.

“Looking for a better distraction? Were you trying to put on a show; to make some grand entry?”

“Now Fluttershy, ‘member what ah told ya before they separated us agi’n. Just calm do—“

“You… let them make me a monster!” She spread her wings, twitching erratically.

“I said I’m sorry, but this can work to our benefit! The mutations you’ve been imbued with can help us survive in this world!” he said, curling up to avoid the shrinking, bubbling ring.

Just before Fluttershy brought a hoof crashing down on his head, a buzzing black cloud engulfed her face, blinding her vision.

“Ah didn’t want it to come to this!” Applejack yelled, struggling to stand with a now-missing leg.

The flies drove Fluttershy reeling back. Applejack hobbled up to her and stuck a hoof under her nose. The putrid vapors emanating from her decaying skin quickly rendered Fluttershy comatose. She let the torn abdominal skin hang open and manipulated her intestines around Fluttershy’s legs and dragged her to one of the tents.

“How are you doing that?” Whooves asked with intrigue.

“Dunno how. Just uh, link to the brain ah guess? When ah first found out, mah nose was itch’n and ‘fore ah scratched it with a hoof, these things were already there. Ts’even got teeth that did the scratch’n! How does that happen?” She lifted one up. Small serrated teeth stuck out from the open end. “Then there’r these dang flies!” she raised the leg her skin had been torn from. “Ts’like ah don’t even have real legs ‘nymore, just these fellas movi’n me when ah mean to.”

“Insects replacing the bones and muscle in your limbs? That’s beyond atrophy.”

From deeper in the forest, a rabbit’s body, hanging lifeless floated into the ring of tents carried by a cloud of flies.

“Now ah dunno what this is about, but git that thing away from me!” Applejack yelled but the carcass still drew closer.

It touched down next to her. The flies making up her leg, carrying maggots, descended on the body and quickly broke it down. Rarity and Twilight were revolted but Pinkie enjoyed herself, rolling around in a thorn bush just outside the ring.

“Ah said git!” Applejack moved to kick away the carcass but her leg locked up and neither would any other leg move.

The grubs returned to the torn area just below her flank and used sewing like methods to attach the meat from the rabbit. The fix was seamless, the flesh rotting like hers as it was applied. When done, the flies refilled the new limb and Applejack regained control.

“Ha ha! Brilliant!” Whooves laughed.

“That’s not funny, she’s falling apart.” Rainbow Dash’s voice sounded. Twilight felt a feathery brushing against her side but saw nothing there.

“Rainbow? Where are you?” Twilight called, looking around.

“I’m right here. What, you need your eyes checked?”

She felt a thump on her shoulder. Rarity started humming incoherently through her punctured lips, tapping the collars on the horns on the sides of her head.

“I think she’s got something.” Whooves said, going to her. “You know, there’s a latch on these you can undo riiiight... here.”

He flipped them both at once and they fell off. Rarity tensed up as white lightning suddenly shot from her horns in all directions, some tendrils struck the ground, leaving smoldering blotches. Many were directed toward the origin of the voice next to Twilight. The air it coursed around started sputtering erratically different vocal sounds. Dark blue feathers materialized over the ground and the appearance of a tuft of rainbow colored mane. The wave of feathers rippled to the ground until it revealed a Pegasus completely covered in feathers, puffed out. Pinkie just laughed and clapped at the light show, leaning up on the thorn bush and was disappointed when it ended.

Rainbow Dash cringed and twitched from the shock, her body steaming and some patches burnt. The feathers settled and merged into her coat, as if they weren’t there.

“Aha!” Pinkie shouted, “Now look who can’t see their best friend’s friends! You’re lucky he disappeared or he’d be all ‘In your face’!”

Twilight unlatched her collar, slightly embarrassed it was so easy as opposed to paniking and pulling at it.

“I think we’d better be on our way. We have to go to Altdorf.” Whooves said. “I was teleported here along with the princesses of Equestria last year and they might be able to help you with—“

Twilight sprang up, “Wait, what? Celestia and Luna are here? How has it only been a year; I thought you said it was ten?”

“Alright… here we go.” He sighed and took a deep breath. “When we first met, in Imperial time, it was 2525, now it’s 2535. The flagellants I sent to get you here went through the portal, back ten years and pushed you to present day. The princesses, at the same time tried to escape Canterlot being ransacked and conveyed the refugees fleeing Archaon’s advance across Equestria and the whole population of Canterlot, amazingly, not only across space but time because of Warp interference, to 2524 on the outskirts of the Reikland province where we were kept in the most horrid of conditions until they got the Emperor to grant us amnesty for basically one reason; we haven’t tried to kill any humans yet, and most everything else in the world is.

“So far the past year, the ponies have been largely accepted by Imperial society because of their abilities; flying, earth ponies being on average physically stronger than humans, and using magic that doesn’t kill everypony around the caster. Because of this, the people of the Empire and Kislev can share in a slightly higher standard of living but little has changed in the big picture since the war against Chaos has been going for over seven thousand years and the arrival of a new race just adds more meat to the grinder and more potential heretics for Chaos to exploit.

“Now as I understand it, you all were supposed to be mere riding animals for Archaon’s lieutenants and Vardek Crom after he got resurrected but since assassins snuck in among his party and killed the lieutenants, and thankfully not anypony here before being killed themselves, he was going to ensnare your souls to Chaos and make you his right hand mares; but then I came along with the crazy Sigmarites and saved you before then. Now he’s trying to rebuild the Wastes to launch another attack without any assistance from his would-be lieutenants; but he still got Crom back. Some things might not add up, but then again the whole of existence is just a bunch of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff. Any questions?”

Rainbow Dash raised a hoof, “Uh—“

“Good! Let’s be on our way! Take anything we might need for the trip, leave everything else for the bandits!”

He jumped onto the cart and kicked over the pole and banner, “This would draw too much negative attention from non-Imperials, which we may see a lot of. Looks like there’s room for everypony and the stuff, but it’s a long trip and somepony will have to pull… volunteers?”

“I could maybe use my magic to get it to move. Having the same mark Archaon has may have boosted something, I’m guessing.” Twilight answered. She tried to focus intensely on the cart as it was very large, thinking she could only be able to make it move slowly at first. Her horn glowed and the cart suddenly shot back, out from under Whooves who fell to the ground. The cart slammed into a tree with great force, nearly knocking it down.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, trying to get him back up with magic again.

His body twisted and contorted, dragged across the ground like a ragdoll. “Ack! Just stop, stop!”

He finally rolled across the ground to a stop and got up himself.

He bent and stretched, rolling his joints. “Please, just… get the cart. And think small.”

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash gathered what little food was in the camp and wrapped up some of the tents. Rarity collected tools and money from the priest’s tent and Applejack helped lift the still incapacitated Fluttershy and salvaged materials onto the cart.

“Wait a minute.” Rainbow Dash said. “If there’s a fight against Chaos and we’re all Chaos infested or whatever, how will we make it without getting attacked or something?”

“The Old World is so permeated by the influence of Chaos, it even infests the Empire. The most you’ll get from anyone less crazy than witch-hunters is a dirty look, unless we can find clothing or something to hide the changes. Otherwise, they can be just as hospitable to Chaos cultists as to devout Sigmarites. What was that you did with the feathers when Rarity shocked you?”

Rainbow Dash was bemused by the recollection. She looked at where her cutiemark once was, now stung by a scarred-over Chaos star. She winced at remembering the pain and indignity of getting it literally carved out of her. She wished it just hadn’t happened. That she was light blue again with a lightning bolt cutiemark, laying a beat down on Haargroth right then. A wave of feathers rolled down her body, changing from dark to light blue and the star seemed to disappear. In its place a white cloud and red, yellow, and blue lightning bolt appeared as the feathers melded back into her coat.

“Brilliant!” Whooves exclaimed. “Alright everypony, mount up!”

They all boarded the cart and Whooves pulled out a map.

“Ok. We’re here, just south of Kislev’s capital. Altdorf is here.” He dragged his hoof halfway across the map to the southwest. “Between here and there, we need to keep away from heavily forested regions because they’re full of Beastmen, but considering we’re animals they might actually… never mind. We move at day and set up camp at night until we reach Sylvania, then we move at night, rest during daytime. First south along the World’s Edge Mountains, then turn west through Sylvania…” He went over a black blob on the map in the middle of the Empire with no information over it. “Then Stirland, Averland, Wissenland, and finally Reikland. Along the way we have to avoid Orks, Skaven, Beastmen, Lizardmen, Chaos warbands, Witch-Hunters, Warrior Priests, Dark Elves, Night Goblins, Ogres, Giants, High Elves if they have Chaos-seeking Dragons, and Flagellants because they won’t be so friendly seeing you all looking like this. Any questions?”

Rainbow Dash raised a hoof again. “Uh—“

“Excellent! Miss Sparkle, if you please.”

Twilight focused very little on the cart to move it. Her horn barely illuminated and it rolled forward. She maneuvered it past the tree line and onto the dirt road, headed south.

“We cannot wait to be rid of this dreadful place.” Luna ranted. “After this day, the ponies’ district will be complete and we move to our new domicile.”

“I agree. Being restricted to the palace for a year has been monotonous. What does this city even look like? We were carted in in boxes, but they face so many enemies. I knew from the beginning earning their trust would be difficult.”

A whirling, dark mist engulfed Luna and she assumed the façade of Nightmare Moon. Celestia donned an array of clothing adorned with radiant suns and flames.

“The humans have never seen Nightmare Moon. Are you sure you won’t startle them?” Celestia cautioned.

“We believe it would fit the occasion, and we will not need to put anything else on. You are lucky there is an order already existing that corresponds to you, sister; the Knights of the Blazing Sun. But why are we escorted by the Black Knights of Morr? We both may be dour but we do not deal in death!”

There was a knock at the door.

“Your Highnesses, we await to escort you to the festivities.” The voice of a man called out.

“Are you prepared to wish the Emperor another wondrous year, sister?” Nightmare Moon asked.

Celestia fixed her tiara and nodded.

They exited the room into a “T” intersection of halls. Down one way were ten knights clad in armour of bright yellow and black, a sun displayed on their chestplates and shields. Down the other, men in pitch-black panoply wearing dark grey masks designed like skulls. Though both groups did not speak, the latter were deathly silent and still.

“See? The knights are not troubled.” Nightmare Moon said, the knights following them down the stairwell.

Celestia was still wary, “They are elite warriors. They’re supposed to be fearless.”

After navigating the halls they’d been confined to for nearly a year, they approached the ballroom door.

A courier on the other side heard hoof steps and rustling metal through the door and proceeded down the first flight of stairs, to the top of the second, and called over the room.

“Announcing the arrival of the rulers of the Equines…” Much of the congregation below quieted down and looked to the door as it opened. ”…Princesses Celestia and Luna-aaaaaah!!”

Night descended and they set up camp some distance from the road, on a short ridge so as not to be seen by passersby. Applejack couldn’t sleep in a tent as she would deflate into a blob when the flies left her body as she slept, taking up the entire ground of the tent. Only three tents fit on the cart, so they paired up. Fluttershy had recovered and earnestly apologized.

“Cyberponies, shore up the left side! The Daleks cannot pass here!” Whooves mumbled in his sleep.

The feeling of something crawling over his mouth, and an intensifying pressure on his legs woke him up. Believing it must be some lurking wild animal or worse, he tried to get up and confront the being but was pinned down, staring at the ceiling of the tent.

“Aw, you’re awake? Darn it!” A high-pitched voice grumbled. Whatever bound his mouth and legs started dragging him across the ground until he was suddenly face to face with a more wide-eyed than normal Pinkie Pie, standing over him, sweating profusely. Her eyes were completely consumed in blackness and several dark tongues slithered from her mouth, dribbling blue slime.

“Well, as long as you are…” She said in a disturbingly aroused manner, “I gotta thank you for waiting to save us. You were right, these gifts work sooo well. Every feeling, sensation… “ she started wrapping his face, “…magnified. And I started thinking, how good can this feel?”

Whooves knew well the effects of the mark of slaanesh. He let out muffled shouts and struggled to break loose. Pinkie was only stimulated more and giggled at his squirming. Her tongues tightened as she laid herself down on him, forcefully gliding up and down his body.

“I’m gonna need total cooperation, Doc. And come on, smile! This is gonna be awesome.“

A few tongues slithered into his mouth and nose, coursing down windpipe, esophagus, and up into his skull. He couldn’t help but uncontrollably laugh, despite barely being able to breathe, as they tickled their way through him.

“And what’s this?” She said, poking something high in his head making his leg jerk with each touch.

Whooves eventually found himself writhing in a horrifying ecstasy, choking on Pinkie’s tongues as she fondled him inside and out, covering him in her perspiration, and giggling maniacally.

“This feels important.” She said, licking a small lump at the base of his brain and vigorously poked it.

He immediately went limp but was still awake and feeling, hoping the worst was over. Pinkie drew all the appendages back into her mouth, savoring the taste of his fur and entrails and brought her face to touch his.

“Now…the real fun begins.”

“Skaven are even worse than we read in the palace library.” Luna said, somewhat trying to forget the evening by admiring the bedroom of hers and Celestia’s new home. “The ferocity… the despair in its eyes as the knights struck it down.”

Celestia hung up what was left of her sullied dress, “At least you made up for the Nightmare Moon scare in helping restrain it. The people came within an inch of simply fleeing for their lives when they saw you!”

“To think they would be used to strange sights… but the Emperor was right. Nobles are blissfully ignorant of what is out there. And the squalor of this city is horrific. Their people, our own subjects, if they’re not an ignorant noble or thieving merchant, they live in absolute poverty! Only in the Elven district have we seen some iota of civility toward the lowest-ranking residents.” Luna dove onto her bed and threw her face in the pillow. “Pray this nightmare be over soon.”