Author's Notes:

For those who'd made it past part one, congratulations for getting hooked onto the story and thanks for returning to it; like Days Two and Four, Day Six was too big to end on its own without a proper conclusion as was their respective nights so it was split into fragments but updated on the same day anyway nonetheless so as to keep y'all wishing for more.

As such, this chapter will still be devoid of sudden fire and flames from long ago and take place at daytime as usual albeit without the action: a difficult task to accomplish in the lost time spent writing on my own, it was an arduous struggle to have it expressed quickly; besides, this one is going to be shorter than the other parts alongside it but has been finished nonetheless.

For those still wondering what the next part will be bringing, think back to the night before and understand it well; after all, this is still a Mature fanfic, dealing with heavy subject matter unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

At ease, the atmosphere had already applied some pressure upon the whole wide world with nothing short of coldness and calculation. The spacious skies that housed the golden sun were now dulled by the gray dinginess that snuffed out the original color of cerulean. While that the air was crisp and cool enough to commute many different aromas from all walks of life, it was musky enough to be reeking of dank and dire straits climbing from below. There were so many flowers that had sprouted from green to witness the rushing waters roar from the cataracts that overflowed nearby them. A wild assortment of cries was also heard off in the distance, possessing many emotions befitting a sentient species. Despite the tenseness thereof, it would have seemed to be a rather normal day for the most part; yet, it had seemed like that something was off by a few miniscule details.

“MY BRETHREN, TODAY IS A GREAT DAY: ORDER HAS BEEN FINALLY RESTORED AFTER ALL THE SHORTCOMINGS THAT HAD ENSUED UPON OUR VERY HOME…!” a loud bellow had echoed out into the tense cold air.

The point of origin had come from a series of surroundings donned with skylines painted in white and gold, housing a whole slew of people as they were found to be residing below them all at once, each currently brewing with excitement while cheering along in such a wild gleeful, “YEAH…!”

“Friends, neighbors, denizens; I ask of you all to do just one thing only: lend me your ears…!” the same bellow was heard again at once, bringing the overwhelming applause to a halt at once, “for too long, our land has lived in a giant lie: a millennium spent underneath the rule of an alabaster whore alongside that bitch of a sister who’d called themselves Princesses of Equestria…! Throughout our lifetimes, along with those before us, we’d watched their false peace being jeopardized by the likes of which never dealt with before, especially during the most recent year: an insurrection led by Nightmare Moon, infestations of parasprites, an invasion of changelings, and the integration of the Crystal Empire; all of which were under their supposed control no less. In between these aforementioned times in question, such domestic tranquility that we’d all grown to love and cherish was constantly being at the risk of gambled away in the very battles for the fate of our homeland at their grasp no less along with our livelihoods and existence as well as theirs being recklessly wagered too! Even so, during that last year where these very sluts had spent on their pathetic throne together, we, the ponies from all classes and estates thereof, alone were compelled to clean up the messes ensued by their blissful arrogance following such crises as soon as the dust had settled quickly: people with lives and/or families all but completely destroyed ever infrequently. Out of them, this ensemble of harlots, led by her so–called faithful student, had risked their own lives and limbs to address these threats unaware of the blindness we’d been inflicted with long before our birth no less with such delusions of equality and fairness. Once upon a time, we were being taught that harmony is what had made Equestria itself great; now, even I laugh at the fact of how pathetic it all was for us stallions to believe in such silly things like this. Today, we now live in a new era for our homeland: never again will we be allowing ourselves to be impeded by the lies that had blinded us to how unsafe, insecure, and, most importantly, inadequate our community was when these foolish foals were in charge. My fellow Equestrians, this is also the day in which we remind those dissenters who are dwelling amongst us of the fate that await them for their futile resistance unless they accept the way things will be from now on.”

“LONG LIVE THE PATRIARCHY…!” the crowd cheered as the location of such noise became far more apparent within earshot; there was a stadium filled to the brim with a whole slew of individuals: many stallions and stags dressed up to the height of roaming fashion whereas the mares and cows were in various states of dishabille.

Out of the many that were currently in attendance already, there were only three individuals who had stood out and about, easily identified within eyesight by their varying choice of attire thereof. The first was a pink alicorn mare with a mane and tail in a tricolor scheme of purple, pink, and gold, flashing a bright bubbly beam underneath the amethyst orbs: aside from the rose red ensemble of a corset, a collar, some cufflinks, sheaths, panties, and stockings with a garter belt, she was completely exposed; in addition, there was even a tiny stub poking out of her forehead. The next one, although another equine just like her was far too different in the very least: with a horn poking throughout the two toned blue mane matching the eyes, its owner a white unicorn stallion clad in a red tunic with golden cufflinks and silver buttons overlapped by a blue sash; still, his lower waistline was also exposed but to a much rather lesser extent to say the very least. Lastly but not least, there was a dark haired caribou and given the choice of clothing, he had shared the same gender as the one before him; of course, he took a much moderate approach compared to the two equines overall when it came down to such: a gray long sleeve shirt overlaid by a metal chest plating accompanied by a combo of russet gloves, pants, and boots.

At that point, only the dark furred individual raised his hand, bringing the bustling audience to a near silence all at once within seconds; then, just as the golden silence had returned, he began to speak, “my brave and loyal subjects, I’m pleased to hear that the heretic threat has now been greatly crippled to the bone; our might and magic alone are proof that our ways have become absolute. With the cooperation of our fellow companions, any and all battle strength that the remaining opponents possess is at this very moment in time of little consequence; in other words, what remains of them are little more than tiny shards. It is with confidence that I hereby declare it impossible for these delusional weaklings to resist us any much further; there’s no other way for these whores to thrive, except by living under the direct control of ‘us’, ‘the true superior beings in Equestria’. Should any amongst us even dare to choose to fight onward against the patriarchy, it’ll pose as a serious for none other than themselves; therefore, we must remind these dullards with our new homeland of the teachings they’ll come to appreciate, like it or not. Even now, the spectacle that these supposed Elements of Harmony will put on for the lot of us will serve as an opportunity for those within you to remind them of their place now and further on into the future.”

“Agreed, my lord and master…!” a feminine voice made its way through but rather than coming out from the pink alicorn, the culprit was a purple mare with a pink stripe running throughout the dark lilac mane; she too had a stub was bare aside from the rose red collar and some sheaths with a smile reflecting the eyes, “even I’d used to be one of the Princesses and not a good one at all. Ever since my birth, I’d been blinded by the reality from whence where Celestia once ruled the homeland; by then, not even yours truly ever thought of it as wrong to be ruled by the likes of her. In fact, not even I, myself ever even considered that what we were doing was wrong by simply having any value as an equal to the stallions in attendance today; of course, that was before our great king Dainn came along: thanks to him, he and Shining Armor had opened my eyes to the truth. Now, we’ve embraced our true destiny as what any mare should do in this day in age: no longer will our delusions of dignity impede their quest to awaken the world from its slumber and join the caribou along in bringing about the new order that Equestria has experienced just only recently. I alone cannot, in good conscience, wait for the others like my dear friends to taste of things to cum; alas, it’s my responsibility as an inferior mare to stay behind and watch our combined forces liberate their equals from their opposite sex just as they’d done for the Zebrican neighbors. Even now, our domestic woes are still present in the fact that there are fellow whores other than myself who are experiencing trouble in appreciating all that these stallions are doing: one thing I can say is that my friend Pinkie has been returned safely along with the others. As such, we shall celebrate this occasion with a huge festival to remind us why our majesty’s reign is preferable to the old ways: the liberty of being brought about with mud in our faces to have us know our place, the pleasure of serving them everything while getting nothing in return, and the appreciation of our masters’ great expectations for us as slaves. In doing so, we can all–––”

“FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE PUSSY!” a male voice interjected, belonging to a bare chested light maned unicorn who came out from the cold only clad in sunglasses and some jeans with a color lighter than his own blue coat.

The fact that such a spectator had suddenly appeared blurting out some choice words out loudly nearby the king and the three ponies rightfully shocked them all at once; of course, it’d turned into amusement when the crowd surrounding them cheered and jeered, causing the pink alicorn to stifle a laugh, “well, say no more sir: at least I’m more than happy to be up for the challenge.”

“Now, now, my little slut…” the white unicorn had chuckled darkly, slapping the blue hearted flank at once as the target instantaneously squealed in delight, “just because my slutty sister Twilight had been given the permission to make a speech doesn’t mean you get to talk too here, okay…”

“Sorry, dear master, I am so worthless to you Shining…” the pink alicorn had replied as she flashed a barely lidded smile at him after kneeling; before long, she begun to burst out into laughter.

Looking away from the licentious equines, Dainn shook his head with a smile and had said, “she’ll having more than enough time to make up for her misstep as will the others, especially since the troublemakers have been restrained for the time being; after all, even a man like him has already said what’s on our minds: LET THE FESTIVITIES BEGIN!”

“HEAR HEAR…!” the audience roared once more, this time with feeling as the spectator was escorted away from the king by armed guardponies; of course, they all retained their beaming concaves as the cheers raged onward, “ALL HAIL DAINN!”

At that point in time, the calm before the storm had now subsided as the thunderous crowd kept it on the up and up, completely unaware of what was about to be unleashed upon the surroundings.