Author's Notes:

Since we're about to end Night Four, a rather bad night and with good reason given how Day Four had ended recently, not to mention that it'd focused more back onto the protagonist's tedious backtrack to the turn of events unleashed since before, the word count has now jumped forward in the same range as the first part of the day thereof.

Seeing that I'm still fortunate in retaining my skill and sanity over the year spent writing on there, I'm thankful that y'all have been sticking with me despite the troubles; with writing becoming one of my favorite passions since grade school and how the world of fanfiction influenced such, what better way to reward your patience is with a new chapter.

Anyways, this is the part of the story where horrible things happens, ergo one of the very reasons why it's for mature readers since the whole purpose of it's to highlight the dangers that the two still face in the pursuit of regaining their true happiness; therefore, for those who are squeamish, I've created a new chapter after this one so as to not ruin your reading experience altogether: it's up and running but it'll be a long haul for y'all.

It wasn’t long until the phenomenal homestead now became the setting for what was about to happen all at once. The copious yields that were filled by an abundance of rocks in all shapes and sizes along some dead trees in the mix now had shined brightly thanks to the light of the silvery moon and the stars painting the sky. The wooden fence that was overlooking the area on the solid state society and kept the stones away from the house and silo was about to be invaded by a foreign power. The single solitary windmill that stood alone in the distance and provided the residence with its own brand of a gentle breeze in the darkness now had remained stagnant like if it were a statue made completely of stone. The furthest mountainside was resting about peacefully as they watched a pair of figures approaching the area, illuminated by a single flame standing out and about against the logarithmic event horizon thereof. The only meager defense to the calmed scenery was but a distant leaf flying about before reaching the earth in a matter of seconds.

Soon, the very frond itself had become trampled underneath as the carrier of the torch was edging forward to the premises without any trace of hesitation whatsoever.

“Das–––” a rather faint voice from behind had popped up before quickly subsiding into the lonely void.

Stopping slowly in their tracks, the calm shuffling of earth underneath the hooves was quickly followed by a faint vocal response, “if this is about what I did earlier, don’t even bother: as much I want to apologize, Pinkie, we can’t afford to get caught by these patrollers under any circumstances…”

“No, it’s not that…” the eponymous listener replied instantly, “it’s not what I'd wanted to talk about…”

“Then, what’s wrong now; is this about–––?” the carrier asked before receiving a sad nod instantly.

As a small singular tear emerged from the pink pony’s right eye, she began to speak up slowly, “ever since this morning, I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I’d done in the past and how my mom would’ve thought of me now so far, especially after the caribou came to our land: considering what I’ve seen taking place, now I’ve learned of what she'd gone through thanks to that monster of a minotaur; even now, he’s now starting to remind me of the time when Iron Will made Fluttershy into a monster back then…”

“Fluttershy… a monster; are you fucking shitting me, Pinkie?!” the cyan pegasus interjected as a free hand made contact with the owner’s face, “Fluttershy doesn’t even have a mean bone in her body at all…!”

“That’s not the point, Rainbow; I’m worried about mom more than ever: what if she ends up becoming a purple collar just like all those others that Rose had mentioned the night before…?” Pinkie had cried softly.

Rolling her magenta eyes, the eponymous carrier had begun to reply, “don’t listen to that bitch; for all I know, she could be even lying about it to make herself feel better about what she’d done…”

“But what if she'd be telling the truth: after all, I’ve gone purple and tried to kill people when we were invaded; who’s to say that it wouldn’t happen…?” the pink pony whimpered about softly, “I mean, the fact that she has the same collar as you is only a matter of time before…”

“Look, Pinkie, suppose that it is, or rather, was possible for a black collar like me to become broken to pieces regardless; if that were the case, then answer me this: what in the name of Celestia would I be doing here standing around and helping you of all the ponies right now…?” Rainbow responded as she’d placed a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder gently with but a loose glance.

The pink pony looked away for a moment, turning to find stones around them before facing the cyan pegasus in front once more and spoke, “I don’t know; I can’t think anypony who has an answer to that question…”

“Me neither but that’s besides the point; what matters is that we didn’t come here to back out and surrender after all we’d put ourselves through…” Rainbow had spoken up, focusing in onto Pinkie’s true blue eyes, “besides, you’d convinced to come out here and save her earlier, remember…?”

“Yeah, you’re right… she'd want for us to get her out whatever in Equestria that meanie’s putting her through; after all, it’s like what I’d said before: I can’t stand to see my mom suffer any longer, let alone think about it anymore…” the pink pony said as she started to walk past the cyan pegasus at once, trotting forward to hop over the fence up in front of them.

Rainbow soon followed after Pinkie and went towards the house under the deep cover of the darkest night; of the two, the former took some time to study the structure of it. The roofing upon the very abode was drenched in an abundance of straws with the inherent looseness completely nonexistent. The foundation was adorned in a bright bleachy color, save for some large pieces of woods that stood at every corner of itself to hold it altogether. Sticking up and out of the top was a stony pointed smokestack that rose from the inner corner of the home and touched the log horizon seamlessly. Out of the many glass windows that were within the equines’ line of eyesight, only one was illuminated while standing at about ten feet off the ground and over an awning no less. Strangely enough, the cyan pegasus had come across a vacant doorway where the pink pony had stood about silently.

Rainbow started to whisper to Pinkie, “what are you waiting for; aren’t you going to get inside…?”

“Don’t be too sure about it; my parents usually lock this door when I was a little filly…” the pink pony had answered rather quickly, studying the narrow gap upfront, “we can’t just run inside like a bunch of timberwolves are after us…”

“What does this have anything to do with our current situation?!” the cyan pegasus snarled quietly at once.

Shaking her head, Pinkie told Rainbow calmly at once, “all the other mares that I had known of back in Ponyville lost their homes in the conquest; we gotta be quiet if we want to save my mom.”

“I know that; besides, it’s not like we’re gonna go in, guns blazing like some cliched action hero from the comics…!” the cyan pegasus exclaimed as she kept her own voice down, “we don’t even know if that bastard's alone having his way with her…!”

“True but we gotta be careful anyway: one wrong move and we may never see the light of day ever again; just follow me, I think remember the layout of the house…” the pink pony soon replied as she stepped quietly on the edge of her hooves, entering the building with the utmost of caution.

Tossing the torch away from the house at once, Rainbow followed Pinkie about as the sounds of creaking beneath them were now becoming mixed with the screams and crackling above them, “AHH!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WHORE LIKE YOURSELF IS STILL DEFYING ME ANYWAY!” a loud voice had boomed above the ponies as it was quickly followed by a loud rippling smack, “EVEN AFTER WHAT SHE DID, NOT EVEN THEIR PERFORMANCE COULD AWAKEN YOU TO REALITY!”

“I reject this reality and the false king’s reign–––” another voice had replied before being suddenly interrupted by the same sound made; this made the pink pony squinted about in an instant.

The cyan pegasus took notice of how movement ceased instantly as the same voice had come about, “you just don’t get it: HIS REIGN IS FAITHFUL AND TRUE TO THE NATURAL ORDER!”

“This order is a vulgar mockery I refused to stand for…!” the other voice countered hoarsely, “not even my dear husband–––”

“Will be there to comfort you, let alone your dearest daughters; besides, I think you’ll be able to see them again when you’re as ready and willing as they were… deep purple…” the first voice was now suddenly traveling all throughout the listeners’ ears as they sharply stood onward endwise.

At this point onward, Pinkie’s mane and tail soon deflated to its dull and drab state as they were before, surpassing the lengths of Rainbow greatly; however, this noticeable change was just only the beginning. The pink pony’s true blue irises now quickly contracted as her entire body was slowly but surely undergoing some pulsation with only one witness already taking notice of it already for the time being. Pinkie even started to feel her own ears flopping on and about as a small puff of steam sputtered onward from its reddening lobes before becoming a contracted trail that subsequently subsiding within due time.

The cyan pegasus slowly edged forward and outstretched at hand towards the thin strands of hair while choking out some words, “Pinkie, are you–––”

“Don’t… fucking touch me…!” the eponymous target snarled, slapping the hand away while facing the observer, now with many key differences standing out and about: a hotter forehead, arched eyebrows, burning pupils, sharper teeth, flaring nostrils, and a darker collar; with these changes she stated, “I… won’t… let that bastard… ruin my mom ANY LONGER…!”

“Pinkie… wait…!” Rainbow shouted as Pinkie started to scurry on away from the open door, causing the former to give chase after the latter in so little time.

The cyan pegasus now found herself left behind once more, instantly taking the rather short time to look around the confines of the very house that the pink pony had already led her to earlier ago. Despite the faint darkness all around them, Rainbow was able to make out the fact that there were some furnishings; however, the constant cries of pain currently invading her ears were highly unlikely to paint a pretty picture. Even so, the occasional sight of some certain tools such as slender whips and bulkier chains adorning the floor had made the cyan pegasus shake her jade tinted head for a brief moment.

A resounding smack had snapped Rainbow out of her nausea as she heard the booming voice speak, “this is what going to happen to stubborn bikes who muddle the new order; I’ve warned you…!”

“Man, I gotta stop Pinkie from getting herself killed…” the cyan pegasus spoke to herself as she decided to go where her eponymous associate had went off, “I don’t want to imagine her in such a position…”

“Don’t you––– AHH…!” a bloodcurdling shriek pierced Rainbow’s ears as she frantically searched for Pinkie, causing a drop of perspiration to fall onto floorboard beneath her very hooves.

As the sounds of pain and sorrow coagulated into a cringe worthy squint for the cyan pegasus to endure, she’d came across a rather familiar sight that made her own eyelids fly wide open again: the pink pony now had a large steel blade planted firmly within the teeth and a chain in both hands; the latter then quickly spoke to the former, “what are you doing standing around here?!”

“Pinkie, what’s wrong with you: earlier you were just scared of me, now you just scaring me; why…?” Rainbow whimpered as she took in the sight of what the titular subject possessed, “just calm down, we can–––”

“What, ang leck thish poor old mare like herself lay there ang take in the abuse like a fucking sponge, Rainbow; isn’t thack what we’ve been doing for far too damn long?!” Pinkie snarled through the knife as she had gone all the way past her friend at once.

The cyan pegasus felt her body being shunted away by the pink pony as the latter made a path to walk on, some terse crackles echoing in the very background as they were followed by a declaration, “whether or not you enjoy this, you'll change greatly soon enough come tomorrow morning.”

As beads of sweat were pouring from the forehead, Rainbow then had chased after Pinkie once more as they’d heard the horror that was taking place directly above them already within due time. The cyan pegasus was currently torn between quietly deciding what she’d found to be so terrifying: the fact the pink pony had now armed herself with a blade and a chain or the screams of pain and agony left at the mercy of a tormentor. Nevertheless, Rainbow refused to allow Pinkie to be left to her devices after what had been seen already, barely keeping up the pace as the latter never departed from the former’s line of eyesight despite having a back turned without a care.

“Wait up, Pinkie… don’t leave me by myself…!” the cyan pegasus wheezed as the pink pony had came across a stairwell and ran up it at once, “you’re going to get yourself hurt if you do this…!”

“Not as much as I’m going to fucking hurt that meanie…!” Pinkie snarled as she furiously charged away from Rainbow all at once.

With the cyan pegasus left completely stranded down five below, the pink pony now spat the blade out of her teeth and caught the handle after quickly slinging the chain over her shoulder in record time. Despite the true blue eyes shining faintly within the darkness, Pinkie started to see shades of a misty red slowly entering her line of sight as it created a lewd obscene blur fogging up the owner’s visuals overall. Even worse, a steaming hot tear had suddenly seeped out from underneath the pink pony’s squinting eyelid, sizzling onward and about before evaporating instantaneously after leaving the flesh over the cheekbones.

A light trailed on as she’d quickly turned her attention toward a nearby open door within her visage; as a result, the narrow pathway became clear enough to provide a scene that had now matched the shrieks and laughter from before: the muzzle of an old gray mare was buried on over into the moistened waistline of the brown minotaur. Aside from the small shawl over around a matching collar being adorned on the neckline, its owner bearing a fresh set of some burning red streaks on the skin searing deep enough to be illuminated in perspiration with hands tied behind them. In his hand was a jet black and slender crop being firmly held into place as it didn’t fall out from the tight palm thereof.

Pushing away from the minotaur at once, the old gray mare quickly gasped for air and moaned weakly, “Pinkie…?”

“Well, it seems that Equestria’s most famous star performer has come all this way to me and straight from the best little whorehouse in Ponyville no less…” he quickly chuckled, taking awareness of the belligerent stance that the titular intruder was in already, “and only to fail like all the others from before…”

“Just stay away from mom, you motherfucking piece of shit…!” the pink pony had snorted back instantaneously at the brown minotaur before repeatedly stamping her hoof onto the floorboard deeply.

Shaking his head away, a wide grin was cut across his lips as he’d replied, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that; it’s the new way of the land: all mares must serve their masters any way they see fit…”

“This new way is nothing but shit and you should know it…!” Pinkie spat out with unbridled mayhem as she pointed to her mother away from the brown minotaur, “even my mom knows it already…!”

“How pathetic…!” he'd soon chuckled calmly before it had slowly metamorphosed into a booming laughter that barely shook the household at the very seams.

The pink pony held her ground tightly and refused to let them both out of sight as she asked sternly, “what’s so funny; I bet there’s a joke you wanted to tell us: is it a knock–knock joke here…?”

“Oh, there’s a joke alright but it ain’t one of these knock–knocks that you cunts tell to yourself: the fact that you would care so less about what the men want in spite of your weaknesses…” the brown minotaur answered about without a care in the whole wide world, “you’re no better than these so–called Princesses of yours, always spitting in the faces of the king even to this day…!”

“Wowie, so funny I forgot to laugh; besides, as long as this collar’s on me, I can’t laugh anymore… that is until I free this land of course, starting with one simple task… putting you out of my mom’s misery…!” Pinkie growled before she emitted a bloodthirsty screeched that made the old gray mare cover her ears in fright.

It wasn’t long until the pink pony suddenly ran up to him with lightning speed; however, this action thereof had undergone some sudden deceleration at the hand of the latter. Pinkie had quickly found herself being thrown aside opposite of her mother’s current location at once, dropping the chain but retaining the blade firmly in the hand as the brown minotaur held onto the crop. The pink pony had her eyes studded with bright flashing colors and sharps shapes before being shaken away at once, regaining an fierce furrow of true blue eyes firmly returning to normalcy as it were recently.

Pinkie attempt to get ahold the chain below and regain her stance at once but all she found was a singular hand pulling onto the flat mane; the attacker brought his face nearby the former and hissed, “well then, why am I not surprised? You made the typical mistake of raising a weapon against you better; cunts like yourself can’t get any stupider than you were before. Seeing that you, a silly pony such as yourself no less are a state-owned property, I bet your owner wouldn’t mind breaking your bad behavior to pieces.”

“As far as I can remember, he can go screw himself for all I care after what they had done to my dearest friends…!” the pink pony hacked up a hot one, earning a pained gasp from the old gray mare who was watching what had just been done to the brown minotaur, “as a matter of fact, I don’t what you or any of these bastards had done to my dad but my mom is off fucking limits!”

“Oh, look at you with the red hot air coming from a twat such as yourself; after when all is said and done, you and your mom can have all the bonding time in the world as purple collars…!” he’d sneered, making her mother’s eyes widen in shock complete with a terse but soundly gasp at once.

Pinkie felt her body become steaming hot all at once as she started swinging towards the brown minotaur and kicked him directly into the stomach before slicing into the dark fabric; of course, while he’d released his tight grip on the former’s mane, the latter spat out some saliva and grunted. The pink pony started to picked up the chain and attempted to wrap it around his neck within seconds; this had quickly made the old gray mare cover her own two eyes from seeing what was going on up in front already. Despite the overwhelming determination that was growing from the fanged horrors of Pinkie’s muzzle, the brown minotaur suddenly butted his head against her abdomen, sending the former back away from the latter and onto the floor once again.

The helpless mother now had opened her eyes back up to find the pink pony sprawled onto the floor and coughing up a few droplets of blood; as soon as he got back up and hovered over the young attacker, the former crawled over and cried out, “please don’t hurt my daughter… I beg of y–––”

“Shut up; it’s already too late for that, wench…!” the brown minotaur interjected, slapping the old gray mare away as she too fell back away and onto the floor with the gold rimmed glasses now flung off of her face; soon, he’d turned to face Pinkie and grinned as he spoke with a smile, “besides, I’ll get back to you later but now, your daughter’s body will do well as an apology…”

“You’re gonna be the one who’s sorry, you meanie…!” the pink pony had snarled in a rather deep voice even as his very shadow itself was now towering over her body all at once so to speak.

The mother had now caught a glimpse of the brown minotaur kneeling over Pinkie already as he spoke, “I wonder how your mom’s saliva on my cock is going to feel once I’m inside of your dirty pussy: maybe you’ll feel thankful for it or maybe you’ll be hateful of it; either way, you’re gonna wish that she had been there for you when I’m through with you, slut…”

“Sir, I beg of you, you don’t have to do this; punish me if you will but don’t hurt Pinkamena…!” the old gray mare wept as she attempted to regain some ground thereof, “if you want to, I’ll even let you–––”

“Like I’d said before: it’s too late, cunt…!” he’d responded while kicking his slave aside in an instant before returning to focus in on the pink pony without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.

As Pinkie started to struggle about underneath with the ferocity of an uncommon mountain lion, the brown minotaur began to work his way inside her directly. The pink pony’s visage alternated between antagonism and repugnance as she watched him moving in and out of her very body with glee. She attempted to regurgitate another attack but felt a large hand clamped over her muzzle; now, the pink coat adorning the owner’s body started to turn a deep purple within only seconds. Pinkie quickly felt a hot tear emerge from her otherwise true blue eyes as she attempted to avert the gaze of the invasive brown minotaur as he’d given off his wide libidinous grin in the process. The pink pony felt her eyes stand on endwise as she started to suffocate underneath the pressure that he was putting on during the entire escapade overall.

The old gray mare who watched the strife that her daughter was being put through at the mercy of the minotaur made one more tearful plea, “STOP THIS, YOU’RE GOING TO END UP KILLING MY DEAR DAUGHTER AT THIS RATE…!”

“Stay out of this, wench; this matter of what I can and cannot do with her should not concern you in the slightest…!” he'd suddenly yelled back in anger before quickly returning his concentration onto Pinkie as it were before, “besides, it is only just a matter of time until––– ACK!!”

“Get the fuck off of me!” the pink pony screeched after biting one of the brown minotaur’s fingers; as a result, this had earned her a slap from him for what had been instantaneously done already.

Now that she bore a fresh red imprint on her face, he grunted at once, “if you think that I’m just going to stop at that, then you’re sadly mistaken to say the least: after when I come inside your dirty pussy, I’m gonna have your mom clean it out with her tongue while I try something with the backdoor; maybe by then, you’ll be able to have a much more clearer respect of your betters!”

“RESPECT THIS, ASSHOLE…!” a harsh reply had came about as the brown minotaur turned to find something that had surprised him: a blade now seared deep into the fabric and flesh over to the left side of his torso, thrust into with little warning by the likes of Rainbow herself; within seconds, blood gushed out from the wound as she spat out, “how do you like that?!”

“Ah-ughkk… damn you!” he spurted as blood leaked from his mouth at once, barely missing the cyan pegasus’ hooves as he slumped down onto the floor.

Rainbow turned to find both mares within her line of sight: of the very two in question, only Pinkie was found to be gasping loudly for some air while the other stared wide eyed at the brown minotaur that now lain aside in a growing red pool; the former spat, “I’ll see you at the gates of Tartarus…”

“Mom, I’m so sorry to see you like this…” the pink pony wheezed as she started to stand back up once more, “are you alright…?”

“Is that you… Pinkamena Diane Pie…?” the old gray mare coughed up a bit before regaining her focus.

The cyan pegasus then noticed that something was completely off suffice to say the very least: the brown minotaur that she'd stabbed earlier bolted upward and caught them off guard with a roar, “STUBBORN CUNT…!”

Rainbow had been grabbed onto by him as they were engaging in an arduous struggle against one another while they were teetering towards the window nearby them; this had made Pinkie’s own two eyes widen in shock already.

“Rainbow, watch o–––” was all that the pink pony could say as the two tumbled over into the glass and out of the house with a shriek, “RAINBOW!!!”

Sure enough, it wasn’t long until the shards had imploded following the force of pressure exerted by the confrontation as they fell right out of the witnesses’ line of eyesight, leaving a large aperture where only a few had remained. Following this, a loud thud came about afterwards, filling Pinkie’s mind with but a few out of many possibilities for her fragile mind to conjure up even as her very eyelid had become instantly shut. Nevertheless, a soft deluge leaked through the fingers as the pink pony sobbed quietly; it'd seemed that such a small odyssey came with a price so invaluable yet so irreplaceable for her range.

“DEAR CELESTIA, THAT’S GOTTA FUCKING HURT!!” a loud scream pierce her ears, giving cause to cease the sorrow that had been expressed from outside of the home she was in.

Slowly, Pinkie started to open her eyes and edged toward the window, mindful of the shattered fragments and the droplets littering near the open frame as she took in the sight below: the cyan pegasus resting over the brown minotaur in a pile of physical aftereffects and solid ground underneath them made the former shout loudly, “ARE YOU ALRIGHT…?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE?!” Rainbow answered back quickly, her tone reeking of vexation in the strife, “HELP ME OFF OF THIS FUCKER ALREADY…!”

The pink pony scurried out of the room and left the black collared individual to her own devices at once; afterwards, the latter faltered about and slowly collapsed onto the floor slowly in a mixture of storm and stress.