Author's Notes:

To those who had spent the last fortnight dwelling in this story, it's best that many are aware of the factors that had inspired its inception ever since this involvement; the subject matter which was acknowledged in the process has basically made even talking about it a bit passé but it's best to remember only one thing: there is no use in reinventing the wheel, let alone a circle if at all.

Anyways, this chapter will be considered a return to the sudden fire and flames from the first and I mean no exaggeration whatsoever: as stated in the title, this one will now be taking place at daytime again to help set up a contrast and by far a pattern as well; in addition, this was by far a difficult task to accomplish given the time that had been lost doing so but I can assure you that it will be made up for it soon enough.

Anyways, here is the disclaimer before you head on out and read it: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic belongs to Lauren Faust; Parasite Eve belongs to Hideaki Sena; this story and the character Adam belongs to us, Dark Colt Sabata and yours truly, Fireflower.

“Cum one, cum all; the grand opening of the new Bitch Busters theme park has now officially arrived here deep inside the heart of the Crystal Empire…!” an upbeat voice was heard as Pinkie felt her eyelids open up in response to the very opening line nearby. Wiping away the weariness that gave the blue eyes the heavy particles once trapped inside earlier during what was no longer an infernal slumber, the pink mare had then emerged from the small circular cot where she'd just taken refuge in so long ago already. The skimpy halter top which she’d already made for herself was all that were remaining upon her very body, a not too distant memory of what had merely happened only yesterday and, of course last night; nonetheless, today is just going to be the beginning.

Climbing out of it, Pinkie started to stretch out a bit after what had seemed to be a good rest by the returning standards of how it was once defined, standing straight up upon the ligneous floor. The pink mare then began to spread her two arms further apart from the waistline and gave of a loud squeaky yawn soundly enough to end with a pair of lips smacking against each other silently. She then regained focus of what had been going on with but a neutral wonder, “wow, I can’t believe that it’s morning already; I wonder where are Applejack and Big Mac together at this hour…?”

Walking away from the small circular cot, Pinkie soon stepped about across the floorboards and heard the sounds of metal screeching so tersely within her vicinity. Accompanying them were a stream of water flooding against a flat surface; the pink mare then had learned that they were coming from outside prompting a simple change in its running speed thereof. When she had came to the unblocked doorway, she could barely believe what her blue eyes had seen: Big Mac was armed with a hose aiming at Applejack, the latter on palms and knees as the former sprayed liquids in a controlled flow.

“Pinkie, we’re surprised that you got up already; Ah was just about to finish up on Applejack…!” the red stallion replied so suddenly upon Pinkie now about to make her way out onto the porch and upon the very dirt path upon, “did you managed to sleep well so far?”

“A bit better than I had been doing before, for now of course...” the pink mare replied watching the orange one already become drenched with water with such little care overall.

It wasn’t long until Big Mac finally shut off the hose, stopping the water from coming out of the metal base itself; afterwards, Applejack then stood up from the puddle beneath and said, “well, now that you’re up and at ‘em I suppose that you’re just in time for a shower before we head on out to meet that fella you talked about; Ah suppose that it would be best that we be in top condition to do so and quickly. After what had happened yesterday, it’s a safe bet that Dainn’s going to be sending his goons out to be searching for you already; Ah can feel it in mah bones.”

“Yeah, Ah know, even my eyes are fluttering already...” Pinkie had stuttered slowly as she then felt her eyelids spazzing out of control here and there, “besides, I hadn’t had one since only days ago; too bad that I have to take off my top for this right now...”

“At least that’s nothing compared to the plugs that Ah had wear down on the farm during working hours…” the orange mare replied as the pink one discarded the halter top onto the former’s grasp.

Settling down onto the ground, Pinkie heard the water restarted itself again in the red stallion’s grasp before making its way across her very skin; in the process, a patch of mud formed underneath. The pink mare did nothing but stayed where she was as Big Mac sprayed onto her body while Applejack held onto the halter top, already taking notice of its size and texture somewhat rather intently. Suddenly, the hose had been shut off so quickly by the red stallion nearby he started to speak, “I hope that you are okay now...”

“Say,” Pinkie started, “what was up with that noise from earlier?”

“What do you mean by that, Pinkie…?” the orange mare asked as she watched the pink one stand back up again.

Shaking the moisture off of the flesh and fur, Pinkie said, “I heard something about a theme park when I woke up; what is up with that?”

“It seems that Ah must had left the television on when I had started up the shower for the girls; you must be thinking of them showing off their newest contraption in a recent commercial...” answered Big Mac as he put away the tube instantly while the pink mare put her top back on, “but enough about that anyway, the news is probably going to be coming back on soon now.”

“Yeah, that would explain much; I was even wondering where you guys were at this hour…” Pinkie replied as the small group three then began to go back inside the big house up in front.

When they returned to the living room, a masculine voice spoke out as its source seems to be coming from the television that they were talking about a while earlier, “we interrupt this program to bring you shocking news: this year’s whore games had resulted in disaster yesterday as every male present there had the misfortune to be set on fire, many of whom were dead on the spot and some injured severely while about a thousand of slaves ran for their lives unharmed. These victims had sustained a variety of first-, second-, third-, and/or even fourth-degree burns all across their skin with only but a few remains just barely recognizable to the untrained eye. The cause of these sudden combustions are unknown even to the most knowledgeable and experienced mages of Equestria, much less is known if there was someone involved in causing this; nevertheless, it is still under investigation. It is believed by civilians and guards alike to be the work of suspected rebel factions still hiding about in Equestria although none of them had taken the time to claim responsibility for these horrific events as of yet. Since last night, only seventeen of the thousand have been recaptured for questioning and reassignment following the incident back at Canterlot; so far, King Dainn had been unavailable for comment on all this. All personnel are advised that in the event a confused and lost cunt of any colored collar is found within the vicinity, please give her over to the authorities; you may be saving a life.”

The pink mare looked at Applejack who was hearing the news and winced before the latter could even try to say anything. Pinkie suddenly felt her body reeking of perspiration as she was struggling against the sudden dizziness that was trying to overcome her; soon enough, some red colored orbs were found to be floating all around from head to hoof. This suddenly seem to have gained the attention of others as the pink mare quickly felt better once they were finally gone; but, she definitely felt something change inside of her.

“Whoa there, what just happened to you?” the orange mare had asked standing upward and got a bit closer towards her nearby friend, “one minute you’re sweating in the dark, now you’re as dry as a desert muskrat…”

“I… I don’t know, but I’m fine now…” Pinkie replied to Applejack.

At that point, Cheerilee had walked into the living room and started to talk to the red stallion, “Master, a guard has just arrived at the doorstep…”

“Horseapples… Ah am going to take a crack at that but it seems that Dainn has now given the command to his soldiers to go door to door and ask questions about yesterday…” Big Mac growled as the purple mare kneeled, “if they see you, then they’ll know that something is up…”

“What do we do about that…?” the pink mare had whispered to the orange one quickly.

Taking up a blanket nearby the cot where Pinkie had slept, Applejack wrapped it over her shoulders and answered, “oh it’s mighty simple, sugarcube: we go sneak out the back door and get the rut out of here fast.”

“Okie dokie lokie…!” the pink mare began as she watched the orange one preparing to leave the premises at once no less, “let’s make like a river and run away...”

“Wait, before any of you go take these: there’s too many vines out into the field and there is no telling what the forest may bring...” The red stallion had spoken up, providing only two belts for them.

Taking upon one of the two, Pinkie inspected the accessory with curiosity and disgust mixed in: the contraption was an amalgamation of a slim chastity belt on one side and a wide artificial appendage on the other; afterwards, she asked, “What is this…?”

“Just wear them already, Pinkie; Ah will explain later on while were walking to the castle…!” Applejack commanded while taking the other and wearing it into her waist while the knocking intensified at once, “We can’t wait any longer…!”

“Ah will take care of him soon enough; in the event he asks about either of you, Ah can tell him that you weren’t there and that you’d been sent off to go round up some stray runaway collars…” Big Mac said to the pink and orange mares respectively before walking off to confront the noise.

Cheerilee watched as both Pinkie and Applejack started to go into the opposite direction where the red stallion gone with a tender wave of the hand and a whisper, “don’t get caught and good luck girls…”

“Okay Cheerilee; goodbye…!” the two responded with equal attention as they departed from the living room altogether now at once, “we’ll be back when it’s safe at night…!”

“I know you will…” the purple mare simply spoke as she sat onto the very floorboards, now solitary as a small set of cards left strewn about not so strenuously than it had been potentially.

It wasn’t long until the pink and orange mares had finally gotten themselves out of the farms and into the forestry; under benign circumstances, this activity would have provided enough solitude to take in the view of the whole thing all around the premises. However, every piece of flora and fauna around the very two proved to be anything other than just that: snarling howls and snapping twigs were a reminder of such changes along with hives and vines; as such, it was best to exercise extreme caution. Despite the unrelenting and overall unfriendly atmosphere that they were currently in, comfort was found dwelling of deep thoughts in a dream drop distance, definitely downplaying the ever present possibility of failure to the lowest common denominator.

Applejack surveyed the woodland area carefully while following Pinkie, taking great measures available to avoid becoming part of it; within due time, the former muttered, “glad that Granny Smith isn’t around to see any of this at all; she would’ve had a heart attack and a stroke in one fellow swoop…”

“You’re telling me; I’m glad that Nana Pinkie isn’t even alive to see any of this…!” the pink mare chirped as she stomped over the grass and dirt beneath them, almost ignoring the brushes nearby her legs, “it’d have been all too soon had they seen any of those tough vines or cute bees...”

“You gotta be kidding me…!” The orange mare muttered in quiet bewilderment as she followed along nonetheless, still wary of the treacherous environment. To say that a lot was going through Applejack’s mind was by far a bit too little to say the very least; after all, it was safe for her to even guess that a lot was also going on outside of it as well too, out many points in time no less: from the yesterday where Pinkie had arrived onto the doorstep, through the trek they were making past the trees, to the meeting with the likes of Adam. One thing was clear to them both: the dawn of a new day had finally begun.

The orange mare took some time looking upon the firmament above ground and took notice of the lacking density that was obscuring the stationary sunlight and the stray clouds; soon enough, there were no longer any more leaves within her line of sight. In place of them however was but a singular bridge where the pink pony was found to be standing next to it motionlessly from the ligneous pathway thereof, materials already being arranged neatly and held up by large bits of strings and vines altogether at once. The only thing that was on the other side of where Pinkie and Applejack was a large collection of stones and slabs taking the shape of a big castle with a variety of mosses and ferns growing throughout the edges. Standing between them and the place all at once were more patches of bushes lined up and about in a series of parallel lines with a break going in between them and around to the point of creating a recognizable pattern. All of this was drenched with the sounds of commotion emanating from beyond the building in which they had made their way across, getting louder and louder with every step of the way towards the newfound location. The crisp calm cool air that travel all around them as winds through their hairs also gave them relief from the locations that they had just left behind only moments before their very discovery.

Pinkie then took a whiff of what she was exposed to and let out a deep sigh from her muzzle, “ahh, it feels great to go out walking again and return to where our own adventures had began; it’s a shame that our friends are not with us, but I have a feeling that we won’t be lonely.”

“Wait, Ah just noticed that your ears are flopping about; looks like we must be wary of the castle doors, am Ah right…?” Applejack said as noticing her friend’s body parts now fluttering about, “or maybe a rainbow’s going to show up; what do you think about it…?”

“Just a little bit of both; oh, look we’re here already…!” the pink pony answered as she had managed to cross the bridge with the orange one following suit; upon making their very way across the dirt path, they couldn’t guess what they had seen: a large crowd of people were now within their sights. The two were well aware of the fact that the gatherers were all completely devoid of some fabric save for a minority whom were fortunate to find something to cover a part of themselves; despite that, all of them had possessed the shameless desperation which was flowing out into this personified sea. One crucial detail that quickly stuck out from all the other obvious ones which they had experienced was how the vast air all around them gained a pungent aroma from some of the members in the audience, causing a pair of hands to cover up their muzzles quickly so as to not end up becoming affected by it.

For what it was worth, Applejack and Pinkie joined the crowd seamlessly the former of the those particularly taking the time to say, “phew, this smell is even worse than the fuck-bucking tournament just around last month...”

“To the people of this troubled soil, I must beg of you all at once: please lend me your ears so that a voice will speak out right now!” an all too familiar voice was heard by the sea of people, the sudden silence within seconds had deaden the rank and file air, “recently, I’ve come to to find that there’s poison in the air clouding the lands you’ve once called your own home; these invaders had taken away what you had been given to nurture what was all around you all and left you within virtually nothing whatsoever! For far too long, this way of life once had has been subverted by a face known already too well, turning such livelihoods into servitude to a cruel usurper who continues to think much less of your own sentience, let alone your own existence to say the least. As a result of these actions that had tormented your nerves, minds, and even your spirits, even the fertile ground beneath us stands out as a victim of his senseless rule; this will not go on any further than it should for it too also cries out for freedom from tyranny! From this day forth, the conqueror that you had all grown accustomed to this mismanagement and exploitation plaguing all of it shall answer for his transgressions along with those who have followed him into creating this nightmare since the very beginning! Those hunger and thirst for freedom and justice, rise from the ashes and strike back all at once; the heartless hind that hampered harmony will not hold out any much further as he done before while I say now: TAKE BACK YOUR HOMES, THE DAYS, AND NIGHTS!”

“I SAY WE KILL THE BASTARD KING DAINN ALREADY…!” one of the member of the audience had quickly shouted, earning a roaring wave of cheers from fellow peers almost instantaneously.

The recent additions that had made their way to merge with the crowd felt themselves drowned out by the noise; suddenly, the pink pony held her hands over the ears and said softly, “I believe that we have found our rainbow, Applejack…!”

“What… Ah can’t hear you over this commotions; can you please say that line again, Pinkie?” the orange mare had yelled as she flinched in response to the overlapping reverberation around.

Pinkie turned to face Applejack and said loudly, “I said ‘I believe that we have found our rainbow, Applejack…!’”

“How can you be sure about it; are you talking about–––” the orange mare started to increase in decibels before her friend tilted her head above the audience’s heads and then sighed, “oh, there she is; Ah can’t believe it: she’s alive already…!”