Author's Notes:

For those who'd spent the last fortnight and a half dwelling in and, of course on this story so far, aside from large word count and other errors, let's start off by apologizing for not taking the matter seriously enough to consider myself committed to the whole plot; nevertheless, I'll take the time to remedy the problems long enough to finish it on a high note and perhaps give it another go so until then I have one thing to say to y'all: see ya in the morning.

Anyways, this chapter will be considered a proper finish to Day and Night Two as well, returning to the set pattern, a difficult task to accomplish given the time that had been lost in doing so and the fact that it was created all by myself but rest assured: it'll be made up for it soon enough later but until then, this chapter will be surprising since a special guest is going to be meeting up our fateful protagonist in the chapter below; but, it will only be the beginning here as we all go on and float onward there.

Anyways, here is the disclaimer before --- you know what? Fk it; you've made it this far so there's no use in me repeating what I'd said before in the disclaimers, especially after what y'all had gone through.

At this moment, there sat upon a couch a stallion known as Big Mac and alongside him were three mares with collars around their necks, one of whom was none other than Cheerilee herself. They all sat in the living room trying to make up their minds about what to do with the evening; out of the three surrounding him, one of them wore a black collar: a green eyed ginger with a trio of carrots upon her yellow flanks. The last of the collared triumvirate also had green eyes, a lighter shade than the black collared one; of course, these differences didn’t stop at there: the former possessed a brighter coat with a rose with buds matching her mane and tail found upon the flanks.

They stared out into a television set when sounds of knocking became heard instantaneously, causing their ears to be standing on endwise within less of a second.

“Ah will be right there in a jiff...!” Big Mac replied loudly, getting up from his seat.

The purple mare turned to face the red stallion and asked calmly, “who could it be at this hour; is it one of the patrols...?”

“Ah don’t know but Ah hope it’s not them; Ah think they’ve done enough search parties for the night...” he had answered while walking away from her, “besides, these two should've been back by now already; what could be taking them so long to return...?”

“Beats me as far as I know; all this news coverage on yesterday’s games and today’s battle made me wish I could watch my favorite game show...” another feminine voice interjected belonging to a red collar redhead rather than Cheerilee.

Walking past the hallway, Big Mac made his way for the brown door and opened it to find another group of mares up at the mat: Applejack, Pinkie, and Rainbow standing about; this prompted him to say, “what a tail of a story, we were wondering where you gals had been…”

“Yeah, sorry about the delay: we didn’t want to attract too much attention after what’s been happening; Ah hope it didn’t cause any problems…” the orange mare said to the red stallion as she gulped, “if it’s not too much trouble, we brought a friend along with us; Ah am sure you'd already known about her before the whole mess and she needs our help.”

“Ah don't mind, but Ah am worried about this; anyways, let’s hurry on inside right now…” he spoke quickly as his dear sister and her two friends finally entered inside the domicile all at once.

After the cyan pegasus had stepped off of the mat, Big Mac closed the very door right behind them and joined up with the other mares without even a moment’s worth of hesitation; now, all of the equines were now deep within the confines of the house. Needless to say, Applejack, Pinkie, and Rainbow were about to make contact with many others.

The red stallion guided the three into the living room where Cheerilee and the others resided in; afterwards, the redhead asked, “so then, what’s the next step now…?”

“What do you mean by that?!” the cyan pegasus had loudly snarled at once already, “I would've expected that question to come from Applejack but not from a red collar traitor like yourself…!”

“Rainbow, I–––” the pink pony sputtered before being blocked off by an orange arm within seconds, belonging to the head shaking owner.

The redhead mare rolled her green eyes and said, “and what’s that supposed to mean already; aren’t you a black collar...? I mean ever since the royal sisters failed, it wasn’t like we had much of a choice on what we did either way: half the people I knew of tried to escape from them and were never seen or heard from every again. The ones that got caught were given a choice in the matter: stay black or go red; I even seen others like Yearling and Harshwhinny become purple despite not taking up the red collar so I did. Yes, I’ll admit that I'd felt dirty and unsettling when I did so, especially with all the other mares giving me, Daisy, and Lily all these dirty looks then and there but I felt liberated after letting the twenty first stallion go on and fuck me rotten. Besides, it even helped that I'd eventually ended up with Big Mac, of all people no less as my master; I guess these caribou were right about one thing: living red has more rewards than being black but the least I'd hoped was him fucking me. What I truly can’t seem to fathom is how in Equestria has a mare such as yourself not taken up such an opportunity: you would've seen more people, eaten better foods other than just drinking some guy’s cum, or even worn a short skirt to go along with that trashy scrapheap you’re wearing every other day. With Applejack and Topper here, I can at least try to understand them but what does your resistance mean anything to you if you’re going to get beat up again?”

“You want to know what it means, especially to me; why don’t I fucking tell you right now?” Rainbow slowly laughed before stopping suddenly, leaving the whole living room to fall silent, “ever since I was a little filly, I’ve always looked up to Wonderbolts; they were my heroes and this was long before I'd become the Element of Loyalty. Every single one of them, especially the current generation, had made me wanted to be like them; in fact, ever since that competition, I'd figured out what I wished to do with my own life. They had traits which represented what they'd been to Princess Celestia ever since Nightmare Moon’s banishment: loyal, dedicated, honorable; even so, I'd ended up gaining them to earn such a stronger friendship with others. Yet, despite all of that, I started to regret not being just more than that: harder, better, faster, stronger, but most of all serious, all of which that’s been taunting me since I got caught; and, you want to know what’s worse? While I simply got sucked, fucked, and forced to jerk off in the past with that damned collar day in and day out, there were others here that'd gone and gave up to these fuckheads, some had even lost their minds in the process; as a matter of fact, I don’t even want to describe what became of them. As far as I can see, I’m now wearing scraps of what they call the new uniform for cadets like myself for some other random douchebag to get me off; yes, I’m wearing a black collar but at least I haven’t given up on myself yet. Because of this, I swore to myself ever since night one that as long as this thing is still on my neck, I wouldn't surrender to any one of the likes of these bastards one way or another, especially with people like you begging for more cocks from them; so tell me something here: what in the fucking Tartarus have you done lately other than parading around in that red collar like some ideal showpiece of theirs?!”

Aside from the television set and the cyan pegasus’ huffing coinciding about within the distance, the entire living room had fallen silent in due time no less as the band of seven stood about. Within moments, Pinkie started to feel her eyes becoming moisturized in an instant as she looked away, barely paying attention to the others’ presence before walking away. Out of all the others that watched before their eyes, only Applejack herself took notice of the pink pony’s current state of affairs already as Rainbow gotten into a shouting match with the redhead at once.

“Pinkie, are you okay; what’s wrong…?” the orange mare asked as tears fell from Pinkie’s eyes.

Wiping them away, the pink pony sniffled about and started to answer clearly but only timidly, “it’s those things that Rose and Dashie are saying back there… they really hurt me a lot…”

“Ah had a hunch that it would happen sooner or later: unlike us, these black collars have a habit of frowning upon red collars after the whole thing when out of control; it happens all the time…” Applejack said calmly, placing a hand over Pinkie’s shoulder slowly but carefully no less, “although, Ah wouldn’t pay any mind at all now that you’re back safe and sound, sugarcube…”

“Yeah, but at what cost…?” the pink pony sighed sadly as she snorted softly and slowly.

Ignoring the shuffling of feet and slapping, the orange mare looked at her friend blankly and asked, “what in the world do mean by that, Pinkie?”

“You’ve seen the way Dashie had acted towards me earlier, Applejack: she'd said things about the stuff that people like me had done when the caribou came around…” Pinkie answered to Applejack trembling as yelling from the nearby room increased only slightly, “I mean, just listen to them Applejack: the way they’re going at it reminds me of myself and the voices I've been hearing; even worse, it’s all so true. Aside from what I'd done to you earlier, I did even other things as well: I whored myself out for a long line of cocks, I helped the Cakes turn their bakery into a whorehouse, I also participated into turning a few into purples and reds, even you. I even nearly became one of them sometime ago, always having sex with everything and everyone while acting like a spokesmare for Dainn; as a matter of fact, even I’m starting to remember helping one of the Wonderbolts train her into an ideal pet. These aren't the things that a friend should be doing to one another, no matter the circumstances; heck, what am I saying? I ended up killing a few of my masters and got taken away from the two; I guess I deserve this for being such an uncontrollable attack monster for the caribou and a monsters to my kind. During the day, I hear nothing but screaming and crying as I let them use and abuse me all with a smile on our faces but at night it’s different: all I get are these horrible nightmares of another me, calling me out as a damned cheerleader who gave up and making me cry. I bet that when this nightmare is over, I should just let Dashie fucking kill me already; after all, the old Equestria would be better off without traitors like me lurking about thanks to what I had done.”

“Now, don’t be too hard on yourself, sugarcube; can’t you see that it’s Dainn and his goons doing all this and that to your mind…?” the orange mare spoke, shaking the pink one about a bit.

Pinkie saw into Applejack’s green eyes but didn’t look into them or any part of the latter’s body and muttered as the shouting continued, “I know that, it’s just that despite being able to become the Element of Laughter, I never thought of myself or any of us friends as weaklings, not even Princess Celestia or Luna mind you; and now, I must ask: is any of it worth saving…?”

“Well, Pinkie, Ah don't even know the answer to the question; although, Ah will admit just one thing: any friend of mine who ends up dying here will be the one that Ah can never get back from the likes of him…” the orange mare said, placing a finger under the chin and raising it up to get the friend’s attention, “as much as Ah can’t settle with their regime, neither would Ah settle with this at all; besides, Rainbow could come around soon enough.”

“But what can I do to rid myself of my guilt, let alone restore our friendships, Applejack?” Pinkie asked Applejack wearily as the turmoil began to subside within only seconds.

Soon, the pink pony was held into a light embrace by her orange friend’s arms and heard her calmly, “just try not to die, sugarcube; we were a symbol of harmony to Equestria in the past and our survival can show that we can become that symbol once again.”

“Hey girls, would you come back into the living room please…?” the purple mare exclaimed, prompting the other two to return to the place of origin, “the evening news is about to start in a few seconds…!”

“What’s going on, Big Mac…?” Applejack asked him as the two walked back inside; at this point, Rainbow sported a fresh new scar underneath the eye whereas the redhead had a large handprint upon the face.

A blue brunette unicorn stallion with a moustache appears upon the television screen, grips a small amount of paper and starts to speak, “good evening, gentlemen; I’m Widescreen Range and this is the evening news: at the top of the hour, the search for the fleeing cunts from this year’s whore games continues on. Since this afternoon, about a hundred more slaves had been captured by the forces of the regional guard; however, many more are still on the run and have yet to be found. Personnel have stated that the captured runners will be retrained and reassigned to prevent future escape attempts from their new masters following tomorrow’s lottery drawings. In addition, to help stop any potential acts of domestic terrorism, a curfew has been issued for all of Canterlot and Ponyville until further: residents are advised to remain in their homes and keep their property locked up as well from nine to six. Anyone found wandering about may be subjected to a random search and seizure by night patrols; in the event of any noncompliance, the offender will be detained by the local authorities until morning. As before, citizens of Equestria are advised to be brave and not neglect their civic responsibilities to either the crown and/or country: if you see a lost pet of any color, please contact the authorities as soon as possible; failure to do so can result in loss of citizenship and confiscation of private property. The safety and security of this land is of utmost importance; please be advised to look out for any suspected rebel factions and send out information to the guards at once.”

“Humph, why am I not surprised?” Rose huffed at the cyan pegasus in a instant, “now we’re going to be in a lot of trouble come tomorrow morning…!”

“Roseluck, please shut up right now; besides, it’s time that we go and get some sleep already…!” Big Mac interjected loudly, keeping the two angered mares away from each other all at once.

Rainbow clenched her fists and put them both down as she said, “fine by me…”

“Ah am going to help him set up the beds, Pinkie…” the orange pony said to the pink one as the three mares nearby walked off after the red stallion, “wanna sleep in mah room tonight…?”

“No thanks, I’ll sleep in the living room again; anyways, give the blanket to Dashie…” Pinkie yawned, removing the comforter off the body and placing it unto Applejack's hands before climbing into a nearby cot.

The cyan pegasus stopped and glared at the pink pony before finding a blanket wrapped over the shoulders by their orange friend, “there are some things that I’ll never be able to understand about her; besides, I thought that mares weren't allowed to sleep with the covers.”

"Not in public of course; everything happening in closed doors is a whole another story if you get mah drift…" Applejack answered Rainbow, "at this rate, Ah am expected to leave the house tomorrow morning so Ah will need mah strength…"

"Where are you going…?" the cyan pegasus asked the orange mare.

Turning away, Applejack said to Rainbow, "there's a black collar pet show in Appleloosa; Ah betting that with all the commotion about the games gone wrong, they'll still be hosting them soon enough anyway."

"Are you going to be okay, Applejack; won't you get hurt over there…?" the cyan pegasus inquired about, beads of sweat forming, "what if they start asking about what had happened earlier, with the flames and all…?"

"Don't worry about it, Rainbow; mah brother will handle the talking if it comes to that since they'll regard me as honest to a fault…" the orange pony answered.

Applejack started to walked away from Rainbow who said, "how…?"

"Simple, Ah will tell him what happened as soon as Ah wake up tomorrow; besides, they're probably going to be looking for you so you'll stay inside…" the orange mare explained, "Ah feel that after tomorrow we won't be staying here much longer thanks to all this madness…"

"That's not saying much…" the cyan pegasus yawned as she turned off the television set.

Applejack replied, "anyways, you're welcome to sleep in mah room tonight…"

"Thanks, Applejack; I appreciate the thought…" Rainbow sighed before looking over at Pinkie with a grimace, "besides, I don't think I can last the night sleeping in the same room as Pinkie…"

"Ah understand; just please don't be too hard on her in the future…" the orange mare spoke slowly to the cyan pegasus.

Taking in one more look at the pink pony, Rainbow returned her gaze onto Applejack and replied, "I'll try, for you of course…"

The orange mare hugged the cyan pegasus and said with a smile, "and that's all which should be important at this time…"