Author's Notes:

This is going to be a game changer here since we've ended Night Four, a rather bad night and not without reason given how it'd ended recently on returning focus onto the protagonist's tedious backtrack: with the word count rivaling the likes of that and even Day Four combined, I bet that you readers will be wishing that I should've been brief for the matter; after all, this was the hardest chapter to write for this story, let alone finish to say the very least.

Of course, with many new chapters that were churned out, they aren't without its glitches and errors thereof: in the course of writing this one, I had two dreams within the fortnight of finishing them which I'd described in the forum where you'll find it there and coincidentally, the dream sequence, or in this case, the nightmare was going to serve as the end of Night Four yet due to the word count, I felt this should serve as an icebreaker for the new day that will begin; in addition, an old face will also appear as well.

Like before, there are at least two parts of the story where horrible things happens, one of which being the nightmare which I'm pretty sure you'll skip past given the context of the aforementioned situation; as for the other, this will serve as a book end for the chapter for the most part so to prevent ruining the overall reading experience so far I've provide two lines you can skip to with the "Ctrl+F" function: "A gasp of air" and “Not at all…” will do for you guys until I make the next chapter so sit back, relax, and, more importantly, stay calm.

A complete absence of light dominated the environment, shrouded in mystery and suspense that relied consistently on the element of the uncertain. Although there remained a likely chance of loneliness filling the air itself, the atmosphere was likely enough to clear out within due time for one reason or another. Additionally, there were even at least a few clues providing some semblance of substance that dwelled inside even with the lack of a solid terrain, let alone earth.

Out the very possibilities that were becoming unveiled slowly, only one stood out amongst the darkness: an old gray mare lain straight out like a singular stick upon itself. Donned upon her visage was but a diminutive pair of glasses with a golden frame held securely in place by its petite chains, worn around the owner’s dark green mane. Aside from the obsidian shawl wrapped tightly over the neckline with a matching collar resting in between the fabric and integument, the old gray mare was completely in the altogether as is.

“Look at that shriveled up bitch; sooner or later, she’s going to understand that chastity has no place in the new world…!” a laugh echoed instantly, causing her weary eyes to fly wide open at once.

Within moments, the old gray mare arose from her station, wiping away both eyes as she started to look around to find the source of such an emotion thereof. While that she’d quickly found that there was no one else around within the cold distance, her weary stance on the other hand currently provided the semblance of a solid state society to stand upon. The old gray mare felt her eyes widen in bewilderment as she started to explore the surface beneath her hooves, remaining wary of what would possibly lay beneath them, let alone behind.

As she slowly trotted on over, a hushed voice had now started to permeate throughout the still air, “I know that there's been a lot of questions you were repeatedly asking over and over again: why? Well, I would like to ask you the same thing; there was no need for any of such futile resistance: we’ve accepted our roles but you refused them, they gave you a chance to fit in and you ignored it. Why, I mean, why would you do that at all? You chose this, not us; the only hope that’s left for you now is to accept the new role you were given as all of us had before.”

“Absolutely not…!” the old gray mare soon snapped back, searching for the source of such a small speech but it'd seemed that no one had rose up to the challenge, “what reason should I do so…?”

“It’s simple: the homeland you and your family had lived in is no more; much as your daughters adhered to this reality, so should you…” a reply made its way within only seconds no less; at this moment, a dark figure emerged from the shadows where she'd stood sharing some similarities: height, stance, and so much more in store for her. The old gray mare slowly squinted her true blue eyes at first before it'd quickly split off into three different figures, casting away the cloak of darkness as they started to show their true colors; as soon as it'd happened, they widened in shock for she couldn’t believe that their identities were that of the same species and gender altogether. Out of the three, one of them appeared to be of none other than herself, sharing many likenesses save for a red collar around the neck; in addition, the remaining two shared that item but with differences: one of them had a pink coat and a darker mane donning a halter top and open knickers whereas the other possessed an orange coat and a wide brimmed hat upon the blond mane.

The sheer sight of them alone succeeded in shocking the old gray mare, their uncanny properties providing nothing but a subsistence of their own; even so, what they were doing made her feel outraged as well: the carnation coat mare locked lips with the former’s double while the orange mare grasped the sheath and laughed, “ya ought to be rubbing your clit more often…”

“H–h–h–how… is th–th–that… even p–possible…?” the observer choked up, creating a jaded crescent to bridge her visage as the constant stroking of the mirror image’s body made her look away; however, she took a big gulp and found the strength to speak, “who are you and why are you here; as a matter of fact, what is the matter of this obscenity you’re all partaking in?”

“It’s only expected of mares like ourselves here to do here, all that the king wishes for us to do…” the blonde mare had answered back calmly with but a faint smile as she ran her hand above the waistline.

The old gray mare now watched her double break away from the kiss and chuckled about quietly, “you know, for such a conservative cunt like yourself, it should've been a great honor to have your body explored in many ways that your dear husband had never done before; it’s so tragic that he’s not around to take you as you were back so long ago. Even now, your most favorite of your dear daughter Pinkamena happens to be a much greater kisser than Clyde ever was before Dainn took over the show; I bet it would've been real grand if he'd participated with us as well.”

“My Pinkamena’s a saint compared to you and so are my other daughters; not even he’d allow this to happen to them unlike you!” the observer snapped as anger and disgust now swirled into her viewpoint, contrasting with the libidinous smirk upon their faces, “even the memories of my dear gentlecolt reminded me of what I shouldn't lose in this new world…”

“Poor deluded whore, even I’m started to wondering why you’re constantly resisting when my bestest friend Applejack showed us how it’s done; come to think of it, I bet my sisters might've an answer to that age old question…” the carnation colored mare chirped happily before placing her lips onto the bosom of the old gray mare’s mirror image slowly.

At this point onward, some shrill laughter now cut into the darkness that made her ears instantaneously stand on endwise as she looked away from the three in search for the new voices while saying, “who’s there? Show yourself…!”

“Oh dear mommy; after all this time and you don’t even remember who we are: two of your own other dearest daughters no less…” a high pitched reply served as an answer to the old gray mare’s demand, “but that’s okay because even we've missed you so much, even as much as daddy…”

Another set of figures materialized nearby but unlike the first troika that appeared before the weary eyes, it was another double of herself also accompanied by two more mares without any shred of fabric to cover up their dingy grayscale manes and coats: a light shaded one had a dark mane and purple eyes whereas the other a faint plum coat a white mane and brown eyes. What had now shocked the old gray mare more than just before was the sudden observation that they were wearing some purple collars around their necks, given away by the fact their owners’ irises around the pupils were repelling against each other along with the slender outstretching forked tongues out from their moistened muzzles. To make matters worse, she was now watching two of the three dulled mares in question as they were currently holding each other in a slovenly licentious embrace around her mirror image at once as the red collared folk looked on with a serviceable smile no less.

“I–i–inkie… B–b–blinkie… is that really you two; what has these monsters done to my angels?” the old gray mare slowly stuttered at once as she focused in on the aforementioned two already.

The faint plum listener laughed sensually before replying, “marvelous things, mommy; they’ve taught us how to embrace our true destiny as mares underneath the king’s glorious reign: paying their homage, bearing their young, helping fellow sluts, supporting our masters, and ridding ourselves of such delusions about equality. Once upon a time, you and daddy told us and Pinkie not to go and rush into such things like love and sex; now, we laugh at the fact that your perceptions of them were so liberating ever since they’d stuck their cocks inside of our holes: ever since that day, we can’t imagine going the rest of their lives without taking them into our loud lips, our dirty pussies, or even our slutty butts. Even we saw how far that our dear sister came and gone to such great lengths to show how Equestria became blind to the reality that our benefactors shown us; by then, we’ve both got proven right about one thing: freedom is an illusion and all we’ll lose is the emotion of pride so to be dominated by stags isn't as bad for us compared to the peace of our lies.”

“How could you be saying such things, Blinkie?!” the observer had countered in shock, now on the steady verge of shedding some tears rather imminently, “your father taught you better than this rhetoric…!”

“You’re right; we should’ve asked if our father would’ve filled us up when he had the chance!” the other mare, Inkie, giggled before placing her tongue on the cleavage of the old gray mare’s duplicate.

As the image of the purple collar trio remained on the observer’s line of eyesight, Applejack spoke up, “those little fillies are right about that: why can’t ya get on with the times as they are; besides, it’s only a matter of time until ya get a new master soon enough so why go on resisting anyway…?”

“Ooh… ooh, I know the answer to that question: she thinks that it’s against the freedom of choice or morality anyway; I don’t know why mommy would even consider that thought but we feel free as a bird…!” Blinkie chirped, bringing the sweat off of the old gray mare’s brow to a slow boil, “I wish we can spread this freedom to the rest of the world like every other male has!”

“But we can be satisfied with pleasuring all those handsome superiors of ours anyways, mommy!” the light coated mare tittered happily about before slowly locking lips with the observer’s mirror image already.

It wasn’t long until the old gray mare now watched her duplicate make eye contact with her and said to the former impiously, “I can agree to that; even those little trollops of mine have done a much better job than your Pinkamena has done and without fail no less. None of this would've ever even had to happen if you’d given in to your truest nature like all the other mares did besides your daughters. As a matter of fact, I'd bet that your dearest husband would've been rather more accepting of you had he still been around instead of that stocky master of yours…”

“ENOUGH…!” the observer bellowed with a scream, her otherwise drab and dull coat burning red like the east before cooling down slowly, “I refuse to allow myself into be debased by any means much longer and not even by own minds no less…! If I give in to their demands now, then it would mean suffering the same fate as my daughters: Inkie, Blinkie, and especially Pinkamena deserved a whole lot better than what's being done to them. I must remain strong for my girls; after all, it’s what Clyde would've wanted instead as I have and not even he could've allowed such a terrifying regime to force us into these roles, especially one with a bunch of thieves and whores!”

At this moment, the old gray mare now had found that she had clenched her hands into some fists, unfurling them back up to their previously loosened form. The observer now took some short time to find that her palms and fingers were slowly reeking of perspiration as they fell from the skin upon them. She then slowed down her own breathing as these hands were now lowered to their previous place as the visuals of both mirror images along with its associates as well.

“Mommy…?” a stray tender voice quickly caught the old gray mare’s attention instantaneously, bringing her eyes onto something so familiar from earlier ago: the sight of a pink pony with a red collar around the neck would've left the former reeling the anger and disgust back in; however, instead of a licentious smile, a melancholic frown was worn over the latter’s visage.

With a curious squint, a well–placed observation found that some beads of tears were about to seep out from the true blue eyes; a full beat passed before a response was made within earshot: “Pinkamena Diane Pie… is that really you…?”

This sad visage barely said a word but nodded her head off in response, whatever that could've escaped from the muzzle lost on the wayside; however, one of them from before was none other than, “mommy…”

“My child…” the old gray mare spoke out, cautiously edging forward to the pink pony a bit slowly as a sob seeped out at once, “what are you doing here…?”

“I’m sorry…” the downtrodden figure answered, looking away from the observer at once without a care whatsoever.

As the old gray mare came closer to the pink pony, silence followed her along until they were within close proximity; afterwards, the latter dissipated into nothingness before the former’s eyes, prompting to shout out, “PINKIE!!!!”

A gasp of air escaped out the mouth as she found herself in a room with a view of a starry yet sultry nighttime sky from a nearby windowsill. The old gray mare suddenly looked around to find herself lying sprawled upon a bed over a burgundy comforter furthest away from an open door. Aside from the black shawl and the matching collar still worn around her neck, a dark black trenchcoat was adorned upon the frail body, a stark contrast to the unclothed state she’d been in.

“Oh… you’re up already…?” a stray voice quickly entered the old gray mare’s ears as she then started to look around, “she was worried about you…”

“Who’s there…?” she said, tightly gripping the dark fabric that was upon her body as she found the speaker at once: Rainbow donning the blue sweater and some pants.

The cyan pegasus carefully stepped forward to the old gray mare and answered calmly, “it’s just me, ma’am…”

“Who are you and what are you doing here; are you another one of the horrid brute’s slaves?” the occupant said to Rainbow before the irises started to bounce around from side to side, “come to think of it, where is my daughter?!”

“She’s safe and no, I’m not that bastard’s fuck toy, let alone anyone else’s for now; we’d actually came all this way to save you, Missus Pie…” the cyan pegasus stuttered as she watched the old gray mare rise from the bed at once.

A full moment of silence materialized between the two equines as the younger and colorful one pulled up a chair to sit down upon; soon, the eldest placed her hoof onto the woodwork and grunted, “the pain’s still there after all this time no less…”

“What are you talking about…?” Rainbow asked as the old gray mare shut her eyes in an instant, “what’s still there; the lashes on your back?”

“No, the shoes…” she said, seething through her teeth at once while focusing in on the woodwork beneath.

The cyan pegasus now was dazed and confused as she looked at the old gray mare while peeping, “what shoes…?”

“Mare Shoes, they'd some kind of… trigger that goes off if the wearer… tries to stand up straight…” the elder said, describing what had been said just recently as she gently raised her hoof off the floor, “that fiend had me wearing them on… since the day after I, along my two daughters… ended up with him…”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that…” Rainbow replied while staring at her own hooves as well before returning focus onto the old gray mare; needless to say, the pain in it of itself still lingered onward as it were.

The elder sighed as she studied the trenchcoat that was worn on her body and asked aloud at once, “what happened to him anyway…?”

“Oh, that asshole: he’s dead…!” the cyan pegasus answered quickly, earning a gasp from the old gray mare nearby at once, “at least, you won’t be wearing them anymore now that he’s out of the way…”

“Oh, what’s the point: my daughters are out there at the constant threat of undergoing the cruelty of what the caribou had constructed and I can’t even stop them; who knows how long it’ll be before they find out it…?” the mother sobbed into the fabric at once.

Rainbow looked onward with but a soft look as she started to watch the old gray mare cry quietly, looking out of the window frame where the glass shards still remained on the floor; as the color of the sky started to brighten up a little, the former noticed this and said, “maybe they don’t have to…”

“Huh, what’s that supposed to mean; what are you talking about…?” the motherly figure had then asked the cyan pegasus curiously as if something clicked, “where exactly do you think we can hide…?”

“There’s a cave hidden within the forest where me and Pinkie had came from: it’s not too far and none of the so-called ‘king’s’ guards or hunters have been able to find us...” Rainbow answered calmly.

The old gray mare looked at the cyan pegasus with a hint of suspicion in the blue eyes and spoke, “is it even safe…?”

“For the most part, it is; otherwise, how in Celestia’s name would we have been able to get here…?” Rainbow chuckled brightly before dropping back to an otherwise straight face from long before, “but that’s beside the point: after what had happened to that man, I highly doubt that we'd be safe on our own; as soon as the sun rises, we could have visitors coming over at any moment.”

“I know… I just wish that my Pinkamena wouldn’t have to go and get herself hurt like I'd seen her sisters do…” the mother sighed sadly as she faced the window nearby them with her weary eyes.

The cyan pegasus followed suit and thought to herself silently, “come on, Pinkie; where the fuck have you gone off to now…?”

Meanwhile, not too far from the house but close to the edge of the forestry nearby, Pinkie was found to be trotting along upon the dirt road all at once. Instead of the haltertop that had been worn so long ago, the pink pony was now clad in a gray short sleeve shirt; in addition, a pair of pants were held up by a leather belt. Donned upon her face was that of hatred and fury in it of itself, creating a thin yet rather dark squiggle of smoke escaping from the forehead centimeters away from her flat mane.

“Ach… my ears…!” Pinkie cried out shrilly as the aforementioned senses flopped around and about so quickly, “okay, that’s it: it’s fucking on; I'm going to take what is left of this bastard’s regime down!!”

“Stop…!” a single word suddenly pierces the pink pony’s ears as they stopped firmly in place already, causing the owner to turn around and confront the speaker; suddenly, the unbridled rage she’d been feeling was tainted with shock when a familiar face from not too long ago appeared with her visage: it was none other than Adam himself in the same attire as before.

The sheer appearance of the slim canine in question did nothing to quell the fire inside of herself as she snarled, “whatever the fuck you want to talk to me about, I don’t have time for any of it; all the fun and games with the others made me deaf and blind so I don’t wish to stick around and wait as they go crazy like me!”

“Be as it may but I wouldn’t try whatever’s on your mind…” he'd said calmly yet sternly, “besides, you’re not at full strength to do so…”

“Why in Celestia’s name should it matter; who said a thing about me not being strong enough?!” Pinkie spurted out before turning away at once.

Adam took notice of the defiance that the pink pony quickly expressed at once and began to talk, “I told you before, you have a similar power to mine but that doesn’t mean you should go out and waste; it’ll change you far too much: you’re becoming angrier, more brutal, but mostly erratic.”

“So what if I'm any those things?!” she gave off a rebuttal while walking away from the slim canine at once, “at least it’d allowed me to stop be a fucking scatterbrain to be used and thrown away by others like some piece of trash: once upon a time, Applejack’s presence gave me comfort and hope in this regime; now, I’m angry at what these bastards had done to her! Now that I’m freed, I can now spread this freedom back by sharing it with my friends and family through my powers!”

“Power is nothing without any consequences: you may have found a way to unlock it from within you but like everything in life, it too has a price; there’s a what and how and this isn’t the way…” he replied.

Pinkie stopped herself in place again to face Adam once more; while the shock from before had evaporated, her anger still lingered on like chemical runoff of a toxic spill as she began to shout, “have you even looked around at what these fuckers had been putting out into Equestria daily?! This is the worst level of Tartarus that I’d experienced, especially after what I’d been going through before in my life! I can barely stomach the fact that Princess Celestia has even lost to the likes of that false king and his cronies; how can this be not the right way to release my inner anger?!”

“Because…” the slim canine exhaled before continuing onward, “this is one of the worst things that you'd seen and endured…”

“I don’t get you…” the pink pony replied as she started to simmer down a bit with her brows loosening up.

He stood still in place as well before beginning to provide an explanation for her to comprehend, “anyone, or rather, everyone has the right to get angry, be if vanquishing a foe or solving math equations but the one who stays calm in the face of evil, or better yet, adversity itself is the one who most often prevails; in some cases, the stronger blow isn’t the one that succeeds but rather the one who sees the weak point in all kinds of battle overall.”

“Right, I was never used to be able in comprehending why people like him would do such things to others…” Pinkie breathe out quietly at once as she replied to Adam’s comment in due time, “there was always this inner big blue ball of hate that’s been growing inside of me ever since, one I could never seem to get out; now, that it’s out, I can’t seem to control myself over it.”

“If you can do it here, you can do it anywhere; you just got to get a grip on yourself while you still can…” the slim canine said to the pink pony almost within an instant.

A gust of wind ran past their warm bodies as the plants faltered along within the code of silence; afterwards, she spoke up another time, “alright, I’ll try to handle it calmly but it isn’t going to be a slice of cake for me like all the other adventures: a lot is riding on the fact that I’ve escaped and found some of my friends; the minute anyone sees me or them and it’s game over.”

“Don’t worry about it…” he chuckled dryly, “as far as anyone’s concerned: they’ve got bigger fish to fry on their hands…”

“As I have for I’m going to take a field trip to the happiest place in all of Equestria: Bitch Busters…” a malicious smile was now adorned upon Pinkie; while that the fire in her eyes were starting to die down, it'd seemed that the real conflagration was now on the horizon in the very making.

Speaking of which, the golden sun was starting to emerge from the event logarithm as its rays of light began to illuminate the diverse land all at once. One of them had just struck the tallest building, a crystalline monolithic castle now sparkling about in the civil twilight as it started to set the atmosphere. The other similar structures that surrounded it had also shimmered about as well in a harmony best befitting a festive light show from the nighttime sky. In contrast, there was emerald green flora within them already well into the process of shaking the glittery dewdrops off of their stems and foliage. In addition, an orderly abundance of concrete had paved out a rather elaborate set of pathways for the travelers to seek out any location whatsoever and get them within reach. Given the time of day thereof, the odds of find a single being that shared the pink pony’s species was slim; better yet, a friendly face was almost out of the question as well.

The woodwind sounds of whistling cut on through the cold morning air as it was followed by the constant percussion of steel parts in rapid succession. Within the distance, an enharmonic orchestra had come in the form of a slender and shiny locomotive that was undergoing the tender process of deceleration. Slowly and steadily, the synchronicity of music came to a gentle end when the grinding of metal was followed by the whooshing of smoke clouds nearby a crystalline platform.

The sliding doors opened the train up to an abundance of passengers now taking their own spot onto the glassy surface brought forth by the sound of a booming voice that said aloud, “ATTENTION!”

The listeners departed from coaches that they were packed into earlier, revealing a bunch of faces in every coat and build imaginable: amongst themselves, there were at least many stallions and stags, most of whom being none other than soldiers armed to the teeth in whatever they'd get their hands on; by comparison, some mares and a few cows were also in the audience as well with a small minority of them barely dressed in a scrap heap of fabric made from many materials imaginable.

“Alright, now listen up carefully ‘cause I’m only going to say this once…” a different person now spoke out, a lone caribou standing out in particular as he currently faced the others, “there'd been reports going on since late yesterday evening about a horde of strange creatures attacking the populace originating from Froggy Bottom Bog. An investigation is undergoing already as to determine the catalyst of these beings in question and therefore will be dealt with by any means necessary; in the meantime, all personnel arriving here are to remain within the city limits of the area until further notice. Security is a top priority so evacuations are still underway and a sharp eye must be kept for lookout of any stragglers and stowaways alike; in addition, it’s highly recommended the same should be done for any wayward whores wandering about in the midst. Until the situation is resolved soon, we're expected to remain in the safe zone provided in the region; keep in mind that few shelters were made under short notice and that more are still under construction at this hour. Any and all emergency supplies are expected to be carried in your possession so if anyone of you've left anything behind, then it’s on you. It’s also requested that this incident thereof shouldn't be mentioned freely as the situation is underway at this very moment in time for the sake of maintaining domestic tranquility. Aside from that, go forth and feel free to carry out your roles given to you as from before and report any suspicious activity whatsoever to the authorities; with that being said, you’re all hereby at ease.”

At this moment in time, a mass departure of individuals came about as they started to meander away from the locomotive all at once; of course, there were a few remainders that stood out in the mix. The crystalline train now started to pull off from the adjacent station, resuming the orchestral movement that signaled its arrival so earlier ago. As it'd moved onward once again, so did the populace as they began to get on with the course of their daily lives harnessed especially by the likes of high school boys with the sun climbing up the big blue skies. Afterwards, they'd started to instantaneously submerge themselves into the cosmopolitan sea of people within the immersive area all around, already far too well into what they were doing as of this very moment in question; of course, little did anyone happen to know, the peace that was dwelling amongst the crystalline community was so close to crumbling within notice. For now, it'd seem to be a good time for many for consumption and merriment, even in a manner not so universal as it were.

One of the individuals stood out however: clad in a dark blue hooded overcoat and trotting about in some steel tipped boots with gloves and a hat, a nearby stallion was gruffly greeted, “morning sir, I’ve heard that there’s a new theme park somewhere within the Crystal Empire…”

“Oh, you mean Bitch Busters, right…?” he replied instantaneously, “you don’t seem to be from around these parts; where do you represent…?”

“Vanhoover, m–my pops done raised me over there…” an answer quickly reached the listener’s ears.

The stallion gave off a faint smile and said firmly, “ah, that city: I was hoping to spend my Hearths Warming over there but it was too damn cold on that year; so, what’s with the get up here…?”

“I have a slight cold: ACHOO…!” the traveling stranger sneezed out at once with little warning, “see…?”

“Oh, then you might want to see a nurse just to be safe; I heard that one of the crystal cunts over the corner can even suck you off real good…” he'd spoken about with a growing beam upon the visage.

This mere suggestion was already met with a quick headshake followed by a sudden response, “thanks, but I have some better things to do in here than worry about some coughing and sneezing.”

“What sort of stallion refuses a trip to the clinic, especially one that'd be sick…?” the loosely clothed stallion asked suspiciously, “are you one of those sympathy heretics that they’ve been warning us about…?”

“Are you kidding me; why would I even be one of them stupid idiots from the past anyway when I want to go a theme park instead?!” an exasperated sigh escaped already within due time no less.

Unbeknownst to the observer, the traveler was running up quite a fever pitch and said calmly, “calm down here: no one’s accusing you of anything; I’m just only concerned about your health here…”

“Don’t be; I wouldn’t let whatever the world I’m having affect everyone here this morning, even as something like this…” a rather faint growl emitted from underneath the blue hood all at once, “like I’d said before, I wanted to see the new theme park around here; where can I find it…?”

“You can’t miss it: just follow your sight towards the second tallest structure of the place and you’ll be there soon enough; it should look like a phallus…” the stallion described to the traveler at once.

With a fervent nod, a barely amicable tone was translated into that of a single reply, “thanks sir…”

“No problem, just bring back a souvenir from there; everyone would love to hear about it…!” he said before breaking away from the traveler at once, “cheers mate…!”

At that point in due time, the two individuals went on their separate ways, seemingly unaware of the turn of events that would come their way so soon. With the stallion walking along in the opposite direction, a key detail that stood out amongst their recent conversation was carefully heeded when something now became the center of attention in the very least. Focusing in onward, the traveler had moved further on in the direction of the crystalline cosmopolitan and caught sight of what was being mentioned: standing adjacent from the castle was a tall construct reminiscent of dominance. Needless to say, a wayward hand reached for the owner’s face and pulled off a pair of sunglasses by only a few centimeters to reveal the true blue eyes burning brighter than the rays of the sun all around.

“I’m gonna make that fucking meanie rue the day he’d made my friends and family slaves; this I swear it...” the traveler growled quietly while facing the structure up in front and returned the shades back over the visage carefully.

A large neon sign buzzed about, its silent voice reciting a short alliteration that made many of the stallions and stags altogether flock to the premises like bumblebees swarming towards a greenhouse. The sweetness of such a simple product was not without its own prices paid: the collective dignity of many quickly becoming subject to corrosion by depravities up in exhibition. Whatever it was worth, they wouldn't even dare to match up the sheer destruction that was to be unleashed today by any means necessary as the observer soon joined amongst the growing crowd.

The blue eyed traveler remained cautious enough to avoid getting swept up by the storm of denizens clustered underneath the sign as many heard the declaration made, “cum one, cum all: get in on a slice of the action by having a free for all with two of the most curvaceous cunts hailing from the outskirts of Ponyville itself! Once upon a time, they were just ordinary rock farmers living on a meager wage to support their own family; now, they’re the latest attraction up at Bitch Busters: Inkerton Cait Pie and Blinkering Ai Pie! Although they look duller than the boulders burrowing at their humble abode and second to run behind the most famous party pussy, these slutty sisters are more than ready, willing, and able to please their audience here at the Crystal Empire with every single technique straight from the books! They are the stars of their own show that barely need an introduction, let alone an exposition, but would only want any cock to fill up their holes until they burst like there’s no tomorrow! Unfortunately, this is one of the certain things in life that many wish would last forever and you'd be crazy stupid to decline such a magnificent opportunity like this; after all, these twats need all of your dicks to please them at once! Do your part as a superior being and a favor for yourself by being all you can be to make them take it up with you all as they satisfy your needs and wants, be if a simple old fashioned blowjob or a nasty threesome with another mare in a mud wrestling match! All you have to do to get in on the action is come straight on over to center field because that’s where these bitches will be at your attention alone along with every one of your fellow drinking buddies! Bring them along and join in on the fun today ‘cause that’s the day these whores like some of your penis and they need it now; don’t wait too late, cum on down and fuck them silly!”

“The only ones who’re gonna get fucked are you guys; I can’t wait to make you all pay for this…!” the annoyed listener had muttered under breath as the masculine crowd hooted and hollered about loudly, “I’ll find them, kill all these fucks, and leave this damn city in the stinking rotting dust.”

The swarm of observers pushed and shoved their way at once as the traveler blended in with them with little problem whatsoever. It'd seemed that the advice given out from of one denizen alone had paid off very handsomely as they entered the aforementioned premises. All that had to be done now was to follow them along and the two performers in question would become even well within earshot in due time.

Crashing through the gates of the park, there remained such sights in which were unlike the very exterior that shined on like a bunch of bright crazy diamonds in the big blue sky above them. Everywhere around was a recreation of some fractured past reeking all too well of previous sky colored days from yore: scenes from a trashy pulp fiction novelized magazine reenacted to the detail. The scent of passion was already polluting the crisp cool air as the sounds of pain and sorrow were instantaneously thrown into the mix like some toppings thrown upon a bowl of ice cream served up in the fray.

“Damn, look at these some bitches go; they’s hauling some ass today…!” a rather loud interjection pierced the atmosphere quickly, prompting the traveler to identify the source and go to it.

Underneath the heavy clothing being worn was but of a stunned surprise, a face rather anomalous compared to the very occupants in the confines; as such, the wearer could barely make out with what was being seen right out in from of the sunglasses: a pair of mares being swept up in the moment, donning only a purple collar around their necks and bizarre faces upon their visages; although they both possessed dingy grayscale manes and coats, they had differences that told them apart from one another. One of them possessed a light shade of gray compared to the numerous others and had a darker mane whereas the other had a faint plum coat with a mane that was as white as the clouds traversing across the sky. In the midst of passions, their eyes were opened wide as to focus in on the participants that were up in front of them: the former had some deep purple circling around the repelling pupils while the latter possessed a dull brown scheme instead. Adorned throughout their coats were many patches of dirt and residue along with some fresh bruises as they forwarded their muzzles over the moistened waistlines: one set of flanks bearing a geode matching the owner's eyes and collar whereas the other got a rock with gold lines. The two performers were held down at the same level amongst the predominantly masculine crowd around them, resting on their hands and knees as they'd been explored by the likes of which were never experienced before. Thanks to the constant pushing and pulling of the spectators at the mares’ totalled expenses, their collective movement was followed by the occasional mewling, adding more to such efforts by the barest minimum. Surely enough, the overflowing ecstasy would end up yielding a great catalyst for the two to experience all at once: one of the stallions from behind the young gray mare emitted a dishonorable discharge, bursting about like a flowing waterfall as it splattered across the thighs; the other participant, a stag, pulled out of the plum performer’s mouth and slapped his appendage around before squirting into it, putting long blasts across the face and bosoms before subsiding.

As the load of spectators was being lightened in the process, the latter mare cried out instantly, “shove your cock inside my whore mouth; I’m a dirty ass bitch…!”

“Can’t argue with a dumb purple collar like her…” a chuckle was heard as the plum performer moaned wildly from the remaining spectators going inside of her, “let’s give that cumslut what she wants already…!”

“YEAH…!” a resounding cheer roared amongst the remaining population of observer as they watched the two grinding against the explorers.

The sight of the mares in such a state of constant expenditure at the merciless whims of their handlers made the traveller fumble the shades a bit as aside from the raucous endeavor were faint voices whispering about, “well well well, look what the pussy dragged in here…”

“Inkie… Blinkie…” the listener whimpered about as the darkened vision became narrow like a tunnel, “don’t tell me that you’re–––”

“The cells in our hostesses’ bodies; wow, even for a scatterbrained traitor such as yourself, you’ve caught on pretty fast, don’t you say…?” a dried round of sardonic laughter came about.

As another stallion took the stag’s place within seconds, the faint voice whispered about again, “it’s kind of nice to see you here again, Pinkamena; shame that you’ve came all this with a red collar around no less…”

“How do you even know that…?” the aforementioned mare said, faltering about in the process, “but I thought you were–––”

“Too fucked up to think straight; you’re a riot, aren’t ya: always finding a way to make people laugh, just like the old days, you know…?” a high pitched chuckle erupted about into the heavily clothed onlooker.

A stream of tears escaped from the shades as Pinkie sobbed, “I didn’t… I’m sorry…!”

“STUFF YOUR SICK ASS SORRIES IN A SACK, YOU BACKSTABBING SLUT MACHINE…!” the faint voice had now suddenly shouted into the pink pony’s ears within only seconds no less, “because of your kind, we ended up losing everything when these bastards came to our doorstep: our clothes, our home, our father, our mother, even our will too! Inkie tried to keep both of our hopes alive even as that fucking bastard of a minotaur who dared to call himself our master gotten us thrown over to the briar patch of vines on a weekly basis at the farm. As we were left to our own devices since the night after they’ve fucked us in the flank hole, I’ve cried so hard that I wanted someone to end my suffering by killing me; because of this, mommy tried to everything she could to keep us together: singing to us, telling us stories, all the things our dear Granny, may she rest in peace, used to do. Even so, she told us to pray and hope for the best as we were left the shithole of a rock farm that used to be our home sweet home; I’ve done those things all the damn time as we looked around for a hero to free us from the nightmare that bastard king put our family through but you want to know what we’ve found instead? You in that fucking collar and trashy cow costume that sprays strawberry breastmilk on a Hearths Warming Eve no less; with no more heroes to hold out for and no hope for the ride to end for just one fucking day, let alone a week to say the least, what’s left for the family of the former Element to rely on? Nothing: not a pot to piss in, a window to throw it all out, a tub to clean off the spunk, a cupboard to eat from, a warm bed to lie in, a roof over our head, a boulder to farm out, a friendly face to trust, a mom to comfort and clothe, or even a dad to make the monsters go away; just cocks, cocks and more cocks everywhere, be if in our loud lips, a dirty pussy, and/or a slutty butt!”

“I wish you didn’t even have to say that…” Pinkie cried softly, placing her hands over her head.

A few people in the crowd noticed the gestures that the pink pony made but not her true identity as she heard the words, “fuck you…”

“Hey, buddy...” a tender voice from that of a nearby grassy maned unicorn in taupe coating, “you’re acting funny, are you alright…?”

“Huh…?” she heard as the sight of that concerned stallion jump into the foreground as the performers and participants alike were reduced to lame background characters from a summertime lakeside camp.

Before Pinkie could even speak to him, the voice spoke to her again, “sorrow is for soldiers who’ve left behind lovers and children and we’re not any of them at all; the lesson we’ve learned is when shitheads hit the fan too hard, there’s nothing that can be done for the lot of us! Not even our princesses can get off of being able to use words or diplomacy to save the day: not Celestia, not Luna, not Cadence, and especially not that fellow traitor of the land you call a friend that dared to be an Element of Magic named Twilight fucking Sparkle! All those overpaid oversexed overseers munching on burgers and fries while whores like you worry about what will earn them some cum on their face; we’re done hearing the likes of your kind even lumping us up with likes of that other famous cockslut! After all, there’s nothing worse than being some cumslave that can’t stop thinking about when are we going to get the next hot dicking so we’ll say this only once: the day of reckoning's coming and there won’t even be a place in the world that'll swallow you whole and live; when that happens, being a former Element of Harmony and a Pie will mean nothing at all…”

“Something’s wrong with this guy…!” the same stallion exclaimed, alerting others to the pink pony’s situation, “do you need a nurse to help you out here…?”

“Help…?” a weak murmur escaped from Pinkie as she found all eyes focusing in on her at once.

The grassy maned unicorn shook the heavily clothed mare and said, “we'd help you with it…”

“I’m fine but I can tell you who needs help around here…” she wheezed onward, “these two…”

Without any warning whatsoever, the muddy soil around the two mares shot up some flames, igniting the brilliant green along with a few stallions and caribou in the process. The spontaneous combustion of the area caused the majority of the audience to focus their eyes on the fire that trapped them inside instantly. The screams of pain and agony overtook the cries of joy and sorrow from beyond their perimeters as they watched the sources of them collapsed to fold in an instant. The crisp cool air that reeked of passion earlier was now polluted with hot smoke and mortality as charred husks formed within the flames.

“MOTHERFUCKER!!” the stallion cried as he watched his peers now caught ablaze by the sudden change of element around his right of way.

The spectators who were indulging themselves into the mares broke off and retreated from them at once, left alone to bask in the sweat, soil, and sap now slathered upon their manes and coats. Their eyes were dazed as they started to look towards each other for some closeness, tongues dangling about while nestling themselves away from the blast circumference around them. Unlike the crowd that started to scream and struggle to put out the flames, let alone attempt to escape them, the performers were locked into a sloppy and salivated series of some osculation.

Pinkie stayed calm and collected even as she remained within the inferno amongst the audience, focusing her attention onto the two mares that began to explore their bodies for a secondhand recreation of what had been dealt to them; soon enough, the former walked up towards the latter without breaking a sweat and said, “go with me if you two want to live…”

“Will you fuck us afterwards, sir…?” the young gray mare stuttered as she and the plum one nearby barely broke away from the libidinous embrace, “we’d fuck us so hard…”

“Not at all…” the pink pony answered as an opening was made within the fiery gate around them surrounded by a band of seven responders armed with fire extinguishers and buckets of water and dirt.

Of the seven was a heavyset brown ginger pony in a black sweater and overalls leading the counterattack against the spontaneous combustion who shouted, “help this stallion get these harlots out from the fire; the managers are gonna have a fucking field day unless we do something about it…!”

“YES SIR…!” the remaining six bellowed, shooting their load at the flickering flames as she pulled the two away; amongst them, a lanky pegasus in a yellow longcoat said, “stay calm, you three; fuck, how does this even happen in such weather?!”

“We will…!” Pinkie replied gruffly, quickly hiding her actual voice away to blend in with the onlookers.

The pink pony walked towards the pegasus as she gotten the performers out of harm’s way; however, this didn’t mean the same for her alone when he’d found something catching his eye: upon her coat was a small ember etched into the jacket from behind, causing him to shout out, “HEY THIS ONE IS HURT; SOMEONE GET THIS COAT OFF OF HIM ALREADY…!”

“Shit… I was so close…” she muttered as a nozzle was now quickly aimed at her adjacently already, “I hope they don’t catch my disguise…”

A dread flushed over Pinkie’s mind and body while a flurry of white foam was latching onto the fabric within an instant, all color hidden away from the outside world. Although that it did stop the wayward flame from growing upon the pink pony’s body, the fear lingered on: it seems that the turmoil she'd caused was now going to end already. Her body shook to and fro as the water ended up clashing with the froth, clearing away the chemicals that doused the ember upon the clothing as they were sopping wet.

“It’s okay; we’re going to get you some new clothes and besides these bitches will still be up and running after we get the fire put out…” the extinguisher toting stallion said calmly as he led Pinkie away from the performers at once.

The pink pony’s sunglasses fell off as she took another glance at these mares: despite the chaos that was claiming their source of pleasure, they still returned to the kiss at once even as the water was splashed upon their coats; in the process, shock and sadness swirled around the eyes as she watched them even as the distance between them increased by the second. A part of her wanted to check up on them and set the stage for an intervention that could restore themselves to their former state; however, the reality that they were all in wouldn’t allow such an event to take place given the atmosphere that persisted about. With the remaining survivors dragging the performers away from the shrinking conflagration thereof, Pinkie found herself at the presence of another equine.

Like the pink pony, the individual in question was but a red collar mare of the same build with cool colors in the irises and warm hues as their coats; of course, they had differences as well. Unlike Pinkie, she had a pale yellow coat with a light blue mane in two different shades and the eyes of harlequin. Like the two mares behind them, she was bare, save for a black cap with a red circle forming the shape of a cross with hearts at each corner over her head. The pale pony had possessed a similar style to her hat upon her flanks but in a different color scheme instead.

The pink pony widened her eyes in shock and squealed, “OH CRAP, IT’S–––”

“Another one…” the harlequin interrupted as a needle pierced through Pinkie’s clothes at once; slowly but surely, the latter stumbled and fall onto the ground after the former pulled it out quickly, “how pathetic…”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO TO HIM, YOU CRAZY BITCH?!” the pegasus screamed, slapping the pale pony in an instant.

Sliding back by inches but still standing, the harlequin rubbed her muzzle and answered, “that’s the thing, sir: this 'him' you speak of is actually a ‘her’ sir; I saw the eyes clearly.”

“What are you talking about, cunt; what reason was there to stick a needle into him?!” he barked as he grabbed her wrists at once and glared onward, “they’re gonna make you wind up like your slut of a fillyfriend afterwards…”

“Have you checked the coat lately, sir…?” the harlequin grunted as she used a free hand to point towards the pink pony at once.

Muttering angrily, the pegasus shoved her aside again and unfurled the hood over the wearer’s head; in doing so, his eyes widened in shock as an abundance of flat pink mane came about as he said instantaneously, “I DON’T BELIEVE IT!”