Author's Notes:

For those who'd spent the last season dwelling in and, of course on this story so far, aside from large word count amongst other errors, I'm already apologetic for not updating as consistently as originally planned before yet have taken the time to remedy the ever present problems long enough to finish it on a high note and perhaps give this another go so until then, I have one thing to say to y'all: welcome back and happy new year.

Anyways, this chapter, although taking place at daytime as usual albeit without the action, will start off with a flashback to serve as an icebreaker for what had been happening yesterday: it will focus on Dash and Mother Pie 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; in summary, just like last time but more differently as well.

For those still wondering what Day Six will be bringing, let's just have it play out as it were: that way, you readers can grasp the clues as they were; in the meantime, good luck…!

As usual, the world was awaken to purity by the golden sun where its light illuminated the land and sea; out of many, one area seemed to have stood out the most: a phenomenal homestead that was barren save for an abundance of rocks coming in all shapes and size and some dead trees in the mix. Standing still right below the clean cut skies was but a wooden fence on the solid ground planted neatly all around the way and keeping the stones away from the house and silo within contact. The air itself was so crisp and cool enough to commute many different aromas from all walks of life across the entire environs for people to sniff at and about even to be carried around by a single solitary windmill to provide the residence with it. Lurking about on the opposite end was a mountainside that was devoid of any majestic significance whatsoever and the fauna nearby that would dwell within it. The only thing that would potentially complete the look would be at least one person to immortalize the scenery with a certain set of skills at their disposal.

“We’re almost off the farm here, Missus Pie; as soon as we make it to the forest, we’ll be okay…” a distant voice was heard at the aforementioned location, filling the deadened air instantly.

Of course, there weren’t of legitimate concern as the sight of some figures came onto the scenery: two mares alike in fair dignity at first glance walking about. The pair in question all had possessed certain common traits between themselves: the same gender, the species, and a black collar donned around the neck as their attire. Aside from such physical details, a weary look of concern was also found to be worn upon their faces as they now traversed away from the area at once.

As such, there were some significant differences that the pair had on their own, personal aspects that made them easier enough to be told apart from one another. For starters, one of them was an old gray mare that was lumbering around and about whereas the other was a young cyan pegasus leading the way. Secondly, the former had her mane in a dark green color scheme wrapped firmly around in a prim and proper bun while the latter, although short, possessed every strand of hues best befitting of a rainbow. Third of all, there was also just a slight difference in height between the two mares standing about, off by about a few centimeters no less. Furthermore, the elder was wearing a jet black overcoat that was reaching down to the very cannons while the escort had a dark blue sweater with yellow lightning bolt to give much attention to the cleavage covered by some white fabric. In addition, the cyan pegasus had a pair of pants covering up her legs and some black sheaths upon both wings; in contrast, the old gray mare had some eyeglasses with a golden frame and a shawl that matched the rest of her attire. The former had some worrisome true blue upon the weary visage whereas the other possessed some cautious magenta within instead.

A flow of dioxide escaped into the air as the elder had begun to speak, “where did we all go wrong?”

“Huh…?” a confused reply made its way from her escort, “what are you talking about, ma’am…?”

“The nightmare we’re in now… what did we ever even do to deserve such a thing like this?” the old gray mare had reluctantly described to the cyan pegasus as a singular tear was now forming about.

The escort shook her head and had answered at once, “oh, do you mean their mess here? Absolutely fucking nothing; of course, they wouldn’t have even cared about it either way about what we did or didn’t do. Sorry that you had to go through all of this madness that they did to me.”

“Not at all: my main concern isn’t about what we’re going through, Rainbow…” the elder spoke to her younger and colorful counterpart as they just walked into the forestry, “this regime is not fit for my young fillies to grow up and prosper in, especially after what they did to my dearest Clyde…”

“Come to think of it, I remember that your daughter Pinkie must have been talking about him last night; any ideas as to what could’ve happened to the guy ever since after they’ve came here…?” the cyan pegasus asked her.

Wiping away a few liquids, the old gray mare sighed soundly and gave out an answer, “that’s some train of thought that I’d rather not dwell on, not just because of such obvious reasons alone…”

“You’re right; I understand then…” Rainbow spoke calmly as she led the way, never letting go of her fellow colleague as they became wary of the new environment they were in, “I shouldn’t have gone and pushed you into hearing such a loaded question; damn caribou ruined everything…”

“It’s not just all their fault here now…” the elder responded, breaking the younger colleague’s concentration by a bare minimum.

With the hives and vines still within the cyan pegasus’ line of sight, she spoke, “you’re right, we also have Cadence to thank for this fucked up insanity she’d given us all here, broken horns and what not.”

“That and our complacency in such a peace as long as this; I never thought I’d see the day it could feasibly even happen…” the old gray mare started to explain as she picked up pace at once, “we were so used to living a life full of such things that whenever we tend to see such horrors go on, it’s usually in our nightmares and in printed presses. Ever since after seeing what had happened to my other daughters on that fateful day in the rock farm, I had longed for the tender loving care of his presence and the calm smile alongside it too just like the old days. Even so, these memories I’ve shared with that stallion alongside with our young are threatening to be overshadowed and suffocated by the likes of such brutish beings, especially after what they did to these fillies no less; in spite of what they’re doing, not even he’d wish this fate on the likes of them.”

“It sounds like that you’d really loved that husband of yours here…” Rainbow commented about in a somber tone.

A full beat of silence had passed, save for the buzzing and chirping, before the elder spoke had said, “I did and I still have despite all this; sometimes I wish that all of this had never happened to begin with.”

“Me too… I hate these bastards so much for what they did to us…” the escort had replied as she safely guided the old gray mare throughout the woods around them, “it would take at least miracle to have us get Dainn off of the throne; then again, even if we’re, I highly doubt that things will suddenly return to normal: aside from Pinkie, I’m also worried about my other friend.”

“Who are you talking about, Rainbow…?” the elder had asked the eponymous associate in confusion.

The cyan pegasus looked into the old gray mare’s eyes and answered calmly, “Fluttershy, Missus Pie…”

“Oh, call me Sue…” the eponymous speaker had then quickly said to Rainbow all at once, “I should be thankful that I’m talking to someone who’s not interested in partaking such depravity…”

“Same here, ma’am; I’m just only worried about what they could even do to her in the event we somehow put an end to this E–horror: a pony like her is something that I’m concerned about, you know…” the cyan pegasus explained away already.

At this point, the old gray mare’s lips began to quiver as she stuttered, “y–y–you don’t mean… t–t–that she has… e–e–ended up like–––”

“Pinkie…?” Rainbow interjected at once, making Sue’s eyes become wider at once, “I’m afraid so: every other mare besides us would probably be itching for a bloodbath when this is all said and done; to make matters worse, let’s just say that I highly doubt we’ll be able to get this far away from it either…”

“Oh no… you don’t just… mean that my… dear daughter PINKIE…!” the old gray mare was about to drone on in trepidation before she’d suddenly shouted aloud at once; at this point on, the cyan pegasus was instantaneously caught off guard by the sudden outcry that invaded the latter’s ears.

Of course, as Rainbow turned around to face the source of the terse outburst nearby, Sue was already nowhere in sight; as a result, the former called out to the former all at once, “MISSUS PIE, WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…!” a bloodcurdling scream was heard as the cyan pegasus was shaken up by the sharp increase in volume, prompting her to follow it along in due time no less, “HELP ME!”

“DON’T WORRY, SUE; I’M HEADING YOUR WAY…!” Rainbow exclaimed heading off to follow the sounds of pain and panic emitted by the aforementioned mare all at once; at that point in time, the former had made contact with a nearby tree root and fell onto the solid earth beneath her hooves.

The cyan pegasus returned back to her ambulatory stance to find that a lot of things had changed and it was not for the better: as she did so, the source of the horror that the old gray mare was enduring was nowhere within her sight at all; to make matters even worse, the environment they were once in had also changed as well. The vast organic colors of verdures and bark that had made up at least most of the very forest all throughout every step of the way now became like that of an industrial park, murky and metallic for it was completely stripped of all the wonders and obscurities within each of its hues, unlike that of the titular Rainbow’s own mane itself alone. By comparison, the sunlight that was hovering over and above the both of them had been instantaneously substituted with the likes of a harsh solid white all around the cyan pegasus, loud and proud like an obnoxious duo hanging around a joint without so much as any care for the consequences ensued thereof.

Instead of finding Sue in dire need of Rainbow’s assistance, there was another pony standing up in front at once; unlike the former in question, there were perhaps some significant differences amongst the ponies. A colorful yet pale yellow coat was already found to be adorned upon the entire body, made aware of the fact that all that was to be found were a black cap on the blue mane and a red collar around the neckline. Standing nearby the hooves was just a little rubicund box barely touching the thick steel staves of the barred enclosure where the cyan pegasus was currently left in.

With the rolling thunder of harlequin now subsiding, Rainbow snarled at once, “you are despicable… fucking with my mind like that…”

“You wanna know something here, dearie…?” the pale pony started to respond, a frigid smile appearing in contrast to the glower that the cyan pegasus gave out, “I kind of find it cute that you’re able to remember what happened yesterday; it must have been so anticlimatic that you had to be shot in the flank before you could do something about it. At least, they were able to find two more of your kind as well in the process, especially since that the whole farm had burned down to the ground the day before the pet show of course. You could have at least been there you know, especially with how that apple bottomed cunt gotten lucky enough to turn over her red collar already.”

“I heard some bullshit in my life nurse but yours is the best…!” Rainbow spat out, only to find that her target was left unscathed anyway.

Looking around within the confines of the cold steel cage itself, the cyan pegasus came to terms with what was currently upon her very body. Aside from a black collar upon the neckline alongside the sheaths over the wings, Rainbow had another piece of fabric wrapped firmly around her muzzle. Out of the two mares that were well within eye contact, the cyan pegasus’ state of affairs had a density build upon her very chest that rivaled the likes of the visiting observer overall.

As Rainbow started coming to terms with the shoddy attire thereof, the pale pony leaned in closer and spoke, “let’s get some things out of the way for now: since these brave soldiers gone to the trouble of finding your little yellow friend, the good king has decided to host an orgy with you, her, and three others who’ve wielded the Elements of Harmony; in addition, guess why? After I had caught your crazy colleague attempting to steal away the stars of the show from the Crystal Empire, they had decided that she’ll be having her own party as well; it seems funny how genetics can churn out the most random of anomalies when it comes to one generation to another.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, you bitch?!” the cyan pegasus barked through the restrictive fabric at once for the observer to hear, “Pinkie is, or was, the Element of Laughter so how could this even be?!”

“Oh, that’s going to be the fun part here: the other slave you were trying to smuggle off happens to be one of your friend’s mother; even so, all the screaming and crying she’d done tipped off the hunters and they were happy to find her becoming a purple collar already…” the pale pony answered with a sneer at once.

Slowly but surely, Rainbow felt the air all throughout her very body become colder and the sensation within wasn’t going to make it easier; nevertheless, she retained the glower at once and sputtered, “a… purple… collar…?”

“Yes, you heard me right and I didn’t even have to use the serum here…” the observer replied at once, holding up the facial concave without a care, “of course, after what she’d been through, that will be nothing compared to what I’m going to do to your friend here…”

“Hey, Whorentine; the big show’s gonna be starting in fifteen so get your flank in gear and have that pink slut turn purple already…!” a sharp voice quickly pierced the dead air that was surrounding the two mares; unlike the conversation they had, this once was masculine and cantankerous.

The pale pony picked up the red box and sighed, “well, that’s my cue but don’t worry about the whole thing: after when this is over, you’re going be wishing that you were still a Wonderslut; actually, you’ll probably be a different kind of a Wonderslut by tonight.”

“Fuck you, traitor… fuck you…!” the cyan pegasus gargled out and about with such rising intensity, “if I still had my wings, I would’ve rainboomed you and that fucking bastard Dainn alr–––”

“Ta–ta…!” the responder chirped, ignoring the vitriol that had been suddenly cut off as she trotted away from the cage.

Rainbow paid absolutely no mind to the cavalier demeanor that the pale pony had expressed, snorting about under breath, “you… traitor… I swear to Celestia that I’ll end you; in fact, whatever happens… I’ll see to it… that you’ll pay for this…!”

The cyan pegasus now found herself left alone, receding unto her very back to stare at the interior ceiling with anger deep within her own magenta orbs. Her situation as of that moment in time was already made clear just like the very cage itself: stripped down to the bare minimum and black just like the collar she was wearing. Although that Rainbow’s hands were as free as a bird, she’d struggled to touch her very muzzle all at once; this made the anger cement itself further within as one of them slowly turned into a fist. The cyan pegasus remembered how little time she had in her grasp and what awaited her: such wildest fantasies as an escapist character of her heroic daydreams were becoming a thing of the past; in its place, a subdued reality for representatives to act on behalf of villainous nightmares from the present.