Author's Notes:

This is going to be a game changer here since we've ended Day Five, a rather fiery one if you readers know what I mean thanks to our protagonist: with the word count of this chapter being around a third by comparison to the previous one, at least I'll be brief for the matter; after all, this was the chapter that was easier to write for this story, let alone finish to say the very least.

Like the aforementioned day before, this night in question will start off with a nightmare to serve as an icebreaker for what will be happening the next day: however, the difference is that the whole sequence itself will be between Pinkie alone with none other than herself for the most part; in addition, it'll be followed by a harsh cut to reality with some hard words briefly summing up what had been going on the past few days and what will occur afterwards said to her.

While that this will be the part of the story where none of the horrible things happens here unlike the others, this will be a prelude to the tragedy that's already plaguing the protagonist even more; of course, a writer like myself must get around to constructing it and will be greatly providing a contrast to serve the purpose within the very story itself: to put forth a proper resolution to the fire and flames that had begun long ago but until then, relax and stay gold.

All throughout the way, there was only an abysmal unknown of complete whiteness where such factors of sight, substance, and scent lay buried in obscurities referred to as an ethereal void. The exceptions that gave clues to the location’s identity were surface, sensitivity, and sound: such were the gentle breezes that were being close to comfort anyone that crossed their path. Most importantly, the current occupancy was above from simply desolate, let alone abandoned; after all, this bright light all around the way proved to be outright temporary to say the very least.

A tall pink pony lain supine with a warm face plastered with a straight edge and leaves all across the way. Her darker mane was decorated with a small bouquet of flora, each with an assortment of many hues and styles whatsoever. A colorful blouse was found to be adorned on the pink pony’s very body, a whirl of blues and yellows in a frilly length. Her hooves were bare, being occasionally licked by the fabric of her chosen attire as the winds surfed over and across the way.

“Can you believe that bitch was silly enough to be fighting for her right to be treated like a male in this world…?” a laugh had escaped into the pink pony’s ears, causing them to ring clearly at once.

Within moments, she slowly but surely arose from her station, both eyelids struggling to fly open as the true blue orbs prevailed. With the pink pony alone in the world, she quickly took up a bouncy stance upon the surface beneath that seemingly possessed the semblance of a solid state society. Jumping up and down a bit, she started to explore the very void that was around herself, cheerful but also wary of what would possibly lay in front, let alone behind her current position.

Soon, the hairs on the pink pony’s coat stood on endwise as the eyes darted around to and fro, shivering with a sultry sigh, “Ah, when has it ever been the time I could remember the old days…?”

“Not now…” a soundly snarl sauntered into the void around her, startling the puffy mane at once, “matter of fact, I think now’s the time for a little talk about what’s going on in the world today here…”

“Who are you…?” the pink pony asked, suddenly stopping in midair as she looked around to find herself an answer: a lone figure was standing about a few yard from where she'd remained; at first, it’d seem to be just a random encounter with space invader. She slowly squinted her true blue eyes at first before it'd started to show its true colors; as soon as it'd happened, they widened in shock for she couldn’t believe that the identity in question was in possession of many traits in common: species, build, color, and gender altogether. Of course, even they had their own significant differences: unlike the pink pony who was dressed, the other pony was stark naked, save for a purple collar around the neck; in addition, the coat was darker and the mane was flat.

The sheer sight of her double alone had already succeeded in just bringing forth shock and awe, the uncanny properties providing nothing but a subsistence of its very own; even so, the opposing observer possessed an unhinged glare that responded about rather quickly, “I’M YOU…!”

“You’re… me…?” the pink pony spoke back, initially confused at first before giggling at once, “silly pony, I’m Pinkie Pie; there’s only one of me and me alone. How can there even be two of me here…?”

“That’s besides the point here, pinhead: it’s not even why I’m actually here today…!” the purple collared mare harshly spat out, instantly jumping towards the aforementioned onlooker all at once.

As Pinkie watched a wayward hand reach for her neck, the bright smile upon the visage now started to falter as she grunted about, “take it easy here; what’s this about you being so grumpy with me…?”

“You know what this is about; after all, it’s like what I’d said before: I’m you…!” the darker double hissed, “Pinkamena Diane Pie, the daughter of Clyde and Sue Pie, sisters of Inkerton Cait and Blinkering Ai, citizen of Ponyville, and more importantly, Equestria’s Bearer of Laughter or used to be…”

“Used to be…?” the pink pony slowly repeated, instantly slapped aside at once without any warning.

Then, the mirror image ran her hand down to the collarbone and started gripping onto it before screeching, “Exactly: I used to be you until these caribou cowards came to the homeland and made you into a fucking whore with these accused things around the neckline, something you can relate to…!”

“What does this have anything to do with me here…?” Pinkie whimpered at once towards the double, tensing up from the hot and heavy breath upon the coat, “I didn’t wish for any of this upon you…”

“YOU THINK THAT FUCKING MATTERS, YOU PINK BELLIED TRAITOR; YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT GOES ON IN THE REAL WORLD: ALL THE FAMILIES TORN ASUNDER, FRIENDS DRIVEN APART, THE NEIGHBORHOODS DRENCHED IN SEX, ALL BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU?!” the mirror image yelled at once at the pink pony.

Pinkie’s eyes soon welled up with some tears as the nude double glared back at them, crying softly about at once, “what do you mean by… ‘people like me’; what are you even talking about…?”

“OH CELESTIA, DO I SOUND LIKE A BROKEN RECORD TO YOU HERE?!” the mirror image had answered back, slapping the observer’s face again, this time twofold, “I’M TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU DID AFTER THEY CAME: YOU TOOK UP THE FUCKING RED COLLAR: I’M REALLY CURIOUS AS TO I WANT TO KNOW WHY!”

“I was scared… I was worried… about the pain… they would’ve caused… to all of us…” Pinkie sniffled about, attempting to conjure up a stable reply to the short yet heated outburst from earlier.

The double then threw the pink pony onto her previous state and landed near the latter’s legs only to straddle the abdomen afterwards to throw out a pointing finger with a singular shout, “they’re causing us pain already: they’ve even blanked our sisters to keep you calm and pleasure on!”

“I didn’t realize that it would happen…!” Pinkie wept, her faltering composure currently being consumed by the flames in the mirror image’s eyes, “even they’ve messed up Princess Celestia here…”

“The ones who took everything from us were none other than you guys and all because of the mentality that you and your fellow fucksluts like Twilight had been spouting out: ‘we must do it for them’, ‘mares need to say yes’, ‘it’s what we’re born to do’; by surrendering yourself to their ideology, it’s like you were wanting a reason to let it happen…!” the double spat back already.

At this point in time, the pink pony began to wail, now letting loose a deluge of tears onto the frilly fabric and their coats too as she pleaded, “I’M SORRY: I DIDN’T IMAGINE HOW BAD IT’D GOTTEN; I JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO BACK THEN!”

“Unlike me when I’d bit the everloving daylights out of the sorry sad sack shit for brains stallions who’d tried to get me into sucking them off…!” the mirror image hissed at Pinkie without a care of the ensuing sorrow thereof, growing a malicious grin upon the visage, “matter of fact, I should be having no problem in wasting the likes of you...!”

“HEY, BREAK IT UP ALREADY; it’s just as she’d said before: I didn’t even know what to do…” a loud voice had exclaimed, causing the two ponies in question to turn their attention from themselves to find another carbon copy of themselves; as such, there were similarities and differences being shared as they were. Like Pinkie, she also wore a frilly yellow yet otherwise blue blouse upon the very body as well, albeit torn up from the neck up as her bosoms and sheath were currently exposed all too freely; in addition, a collar was wrapped around her neck but unlike the double upon the former, it was painted in lost silver. Even so, the wearer had a solemn look that was reminiscent of what the pink pony beneath the other except there were no liquids seeping from the true blue eyes; also, she possessed both eyebrows being arched more loosely than that of the glaring mirror image restrained above yet keeping a firm glance nonetheless.

Soon, Pinkie had felt the heavy load upon her body being completely lightened by the purple collared double who growled at the silver collared individual instantaneously, “that’s easy for you to say; IT WASN’T LIKE YOU HAD PREDICTED AS MUCH AS THAT FUCKING TRAITOR DID…!”

“Girls, the monster inside of me’s feeding upon all this anger…!” an intrusion of trepidation voiced such concerns, belonging to another mirror image devoid of clothing except for a black collar upon the neck shaking about with a faltering demeanor; additionally, she had a bruise upon the skin and blood trickling down the legs, “I DON’T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE…!”

“Snap out of it; your Pinkamena Diane Pie, the hero that saved Ponyville from the parasprites, the friend who helped Fluttershy and Twilight escape from the hydra, the young one that even put the Sugarcube Corner on the map as PARTY CENTRAL…!” the silver collar double suddenly interjected as she shook the trembling other still in the process.

As the pink pony looked onward, the black collared equine replied with widened eyes bouncing about, “AM I OR AM I A BACKSTABBER, A CUNT WHO WANTS MORE COCKS INSIDE OF ME?!”

“What is going on here…?” a ghostly wail had pierced their ears, bringing their attention to a speaker: Pinkie found this mirror image to be adorned with a red collar and in a halter top with some open panties thrown into the mix as tears, “I just wanted to play with Applejack again just like the old days…!”

“It’s too fucking late for it now, you rhodium runt…!” the purple collared double groaned, shaking her head in the process as well, “you knew what the consequences would be when you took the red, YOU BITCH…!”

“I JUST WANTED MY FRIENDS SAFE!!” the pink pony howled back, eyes completely flooded by the tears that made the onlooker scream at the former. Soon enough, the other copies of Pinkie joined in, each with their own pitch and tempo that warred against the fading harmony of the environment. The taboo noise that they were currently making was harmful and horrific despite being all alone in the void with none other than themselves.

Without warning, a large explosion shattered the dimension that the pink pony and her mirror images were consumed in, set ablaze in fire. The spontaneous combustion had quickly grew to a size in which had rivaled the likes of an average metropolitan skyscraper at once. Even though the surface around the blast radius was clear of cluttering terrain, the intense heat swirled about without a care whatsoever.

Afterwards, the flames died down and so did the turmoil that had ensued earlier as well; however, instead of some ashes and dust being left over, there was something else found in its stead: Pinkie was laying facedown in the epicenter of the initial impact before, alone and rather silent. The pink pony showed signs of damage from the sudden outburst of what had already occurred: the flowers upon her flatten mane were reduced to dust charred alongside with the very fibers and the blue blouse adorning over the owner’s coat had patches that were already darkened to a crisp. The rest of her body overall remained completely unchanged as if the fires themselves had just kept the owner’s pink coat safe and sound in the very least thereof; of course, the fact that such a constant had remained over did not make a promise for a rather prettier picture to be painted up.

Pinkie cried to herself as she struggled to push upward from her station once again, sighing, “is this it: am I’m going to remain a shadow of my former self forevermore; could this be the end of us, me, Dashie, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Twilight reduced to slaves…? I thought that with the Elements of Harmony on our side we would be able to have our friendship prevail against any adversary after Equestria; but, now I’ve seen what will become of our land: a nation centered around self-destruction and nothing more. Rainbow’s right about me: I’m nothing but a red collared traitor, not just to her, but all of what had used to be our home, my family, my friends, my ideals, and myself; I wish I could just fucking die rather than live on as that bastard king’s slave any longer.”

“Pinkamena Diane Pie…!” a distant shout invaded the pink pony’s ears, causing the very listener in question to look forward only to find that no one was there; still, the voice echoed into them again, “are you alright…?”

“Mom, are you there…?” Pinkie groaned, turning around to find that no one was behind her either; however, she found that something had changed: rather than the uniform whiteness itself, a barren homestead was now within the line of eyesight.

The pink pony struggled to crawl over to the patch of earth that was not too close for comfort as the voice replied, “I’m here… I’m still here…”

“I’m so very sorry...” she murmured, climbing her way across the rest of the void to reach the very homestead even though her speed was slowing down to a bare minimum, “please forgive me…”

“Notice the sensuous curve of the breast,” a stray voice emerged from the dark backward that was deemed nothingness itself, a void that soon dissipated within moments at an end when some more colors came into the picture. Most of the colors were dark and steely, possessing the appearance of an industry booming alive in the flowing hustle and bustle of a big stinking city where a pink courageous dog could walk about in the company of its owners. By comparison, even the brightest of which had now already started to stand out in the open as it were, loudly and proudly as they were being a bit more up close and personal than it was previously perceived so earlier ago.

As a matter of fact, these colors painted a visage of what was so up in front of Pinkie at this very moment in time: a pale yellow horse with a light blue mane colored in two different shades and a smile formed upon the muzzle that gave way to the harlequin eyes. Given the overall gender thereof provided by the body type, all that was worn upon the mare’s body was a rather black cap over the head and a singular rubicund collar around the neckline. Accompanying the latter was but a small red box, being held up off the ground in one hand as the other was gripped tightly onto a thick syringe.

Suddenly, the pink pony weakly murmured at once as she was awoken to purity, “ugh… is this the rock farm or…?”

Although that the pale pony didn’t even answer such a question, Pinkie soon slowly looked around to find an answer: locked away in a cold steel cage with the former to keep the latter company. More importantly, the pink pony’s neck had now possessed a black collar instead, an accessory to the fact it was standing out against the rather loud hues upon the owner’s body in contrast. Out of the two mares that were well within eye contact, Pinkie’s state of affairs had exposed a high density build upon her very chest, much to the subtle envy of the visiting observer overall.

“Alas, no: you’re in Canterlot, specifically, the dungeon which I’m in now with you, of course…” the pale pony sighed, sitting down by the bars they found themselves behind at once, “let’s go over the reason why: ever since the whole fiasco at the Games about a week ago, everyone at the king’s beck and call been looking for you; then again, you must’ve already known that. Besides, we’ve lost a lot a strapping good stallions and caribou in the process the day after the catastrophe; as a matter of fact, it was even more tragic when I heard about that fire as well too: the only nice thing that came out of the rain that put it out was that I got to shower with Sweetheart at night. Even though we’ve managed to find most of the crowd that fled from the onslaught, I’ve heard that Dainn’s been throwing a fit about you and that other slipper thief of a friend from the past been hiding away for a lot longer than the others while farmer girl stay behind at the pet show. Of course, that’s where I’ve been able to come in: since that everyone at the Crystal Empire, most of which from the hometown I’m forbid to speak of thanks to the you–know–whats from the swamp, been wary of who was still unaccounted for, the good doctor told me to stand watch at the theme park just in case; he was in his right mind to do so since I’ve found you. One thing I couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around was how in the course of three separate days in that week the spontaneous combustions ensued, let alone rebel from your masters here; then again, a good mare such as myself should need not frustrate my simple mind when working on the job as a red collar. Shame that this will probably be the last time you’ll ever even get to think about what you want to do with your own life: considering what you had tried to do here at Bitch Busters and that you’re unbelievably related to these two, you’re going to end up joining them at the Games first thing tomorrow morning as a purple collar. Until then, have fun with that black collar while you can; I’ve heard that as far as anyone’s concerned here, they’d to put you in the stockade the whole afternoon to make up for all the crap that you’d caused with your escapist shenanigans along with their bodies: yeah, I know all about where the other friends were. To be honest, I would’ve been ready and willing to join you on that special day but they’re going to need a medical staff on standby; besides, the last thing that he wants is for me to return back so late when she’s going to be needing a nightly sponge bath like she always does.”

“Why…?” the pink pony moaned raspily as she stared at the nurse with a dazed and confused visage.

The pale pony stared blankly at Pinkie and repeated, “‘why’ what…?”

“I just… want to know… Nurse…” the pink pony elaborated at once for the aforementioned occupant to listen, “why did we… end up taking the… red collar... all of the… sudden…? We were… so much... better than this; I just want… to know something… about you: what would… get you to… betray us… along with… all of… Equestria?”

“Who said such a silly thing about betrayal here: haven’t you already betrayed your masters long enough…?” the pale pony shot back already, trading in the smirk for a frown at once.

Pinkie struggled to continue onward, “No… not them: I… meant the crown; what did we… accomplish… from such acts…? The sucking… the fucking… the diddling… around; what was it... all for here…? We were so… much stronger… than all this… madness they… forced us to… perform for… them like some… circus troupe; even so… how come we’d… allowed… ourselves to… stoop so… fucking low…?”

“I don’t know for sure but why the fuck should that even matter?” the nurse answered, the vitriol in her voice still kept at an all time low, “as far I should be concerned, it’s irrelevant to discuss it with the likes of you; anyways, it’s almost time for me to leave…”

“Wait…!” the pink pony had exclaimed to the pale pony, quickly earning a deep scorn in the process.

With the harlequin rolling around, the nurse scoffed about, “if this is going to be you begging for your red collar back, you can forget it; Dainn came by here and took it right off of your pretty little–––”

“No, you’d said… that you knew… where my friends… were just right… earlier… ma’am…” Pinkie interjected, subverting such expectations, “what’s going… to become… of Dashie… Fluttershy… and my mom?”

“I’m not at liberty to disclose such info, especially to a black collar like you, but here’s what I’m going to tell you: seeing that you were squirming about earlier, I’ve taken that the relaxant has already done its work for me; I would’ve used the serum on you but I don’t wanna end up spoiling the fun for the others…” the pale pony answered the pink pony with a looser frame.

Pinkie struggled to sit upward but can barely move a finger at the nurse as the former groaned, “what do you… mean by that…?”

“You’ll find out for sure; after all, tomorrow is another day…” the pale pony said as she opened the cage at once, crawling out of there with the red box while leaving the pink pony behind, “night, Pinkie…”

“Mom…” the aforementioned prisoner slowly murmured raspily as she now found herself left alone again naturally. Lying upon her very back, the true blue eyes stared at the interior ceiling and studied it firmly: stripped down to the bare minimum and black just like the collar she was wearing. Pinkie’s eyelids struggle to stay open as a small singular tear seeped out from underneath them before being followed by a few more in the process; sure enough, she had begun to cry softly already. The pink pony barely comprehended what the nurse had said to her earlier so one thing was certain: given the whole course of the events that occurred in the past, the future lying ahead looked dim; no matter what, she could wish that time itself would stop and it wouldn’t do. The end was coming for her and there was absolutely no one and nothing capable of stopping it, let alone derailing it off the unbeaten path she'd laid aside into.