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Twilight's Treatment Volume 2 - Chapter 12 - The Final Chapter Forever We Are Done!

As Twilight sat in the kitchen of her home/library/tree house in the light of the twilight sky reading the Twilight novels, the sound of the front door creaked open as her useless and horny apprentice finally managed to drag himself back home. She of course hadn't bothered to make dinner herself due to her injuries. Besides, that's what the help was for.

"About time you showed up, what did you fall in a pond on the way back?" Twilight bellowed at the dragonish kid, not even bothering to look up from her fantastic novel.

"What up, bitch." Spike announced as he entered an entire entourage of woman following behind him. "Pimp daddy Spike is in the house! Literally... literally in the house. Right at this moment. See, those lessons from Celestia that no one ever sees me actually study are working." Twilight glanced up at the annoying brat, wondering why exactly he hadn't started making her food yet and saw a group of freeloaders following behind him.

"Spike, I have enough 'research material' for our necromancy project already. You don't have to bring me every single hobo you find on the outskirts of this nameless town we live in." To be fair he'd done a good job of it though, the basement was nearly full.

"These aren't hobos, they're bitches. Can't you tell?" Spike asked motioning to the three women behind him.

"Oh, yeah I guess I can. Hi Rarity." Twilight said dismissively. "Still trying to get in the royal family?"

"Of course!" Rarity said, delighted she could cut to the chase this time. "So which one of you do I have to fuck first to be considered for a room at the palace?"

"Later." Twilight said, pulling out a list and adding a new task to be completed after she went to bed tonight. "Spike who are these other two vagrants you pulled in off the street?"

"Aw c'mon, only one of them doesn't have a house. Give me some credit." Spike whined, as usual. "The shorty is Sweetie Belle. I figured I was tired of beating around her bush and I'd just get in it tonight to add her to the club."

"Wh-why am I here again?" Sweetie asked, more than a little terrified of the events that had transpired to bring her to this point.

"This one here's Damselfly. She's a changeling. You can tell cause she has completely black skin." Spike grabbed the changeling's arm and waved it around to show off the color of her skin, making whistling noises with the holes in her arm. "Seriously, black skin, that's a big deal. Cause no one actually knows what our skin color is. We've never said it. No really, go back and check. We didn't."

"Or our ages." Sweetie Belle said dejectedly. "Do I have my cutie mark by now? Does that apply in this world?" Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes, dropping her book on the table and standing up.

"It's not like it matters anyway." Twilight said out loud. "Everyone's just going to think we're Caucasian, or maybe pastel like that movie made us look like. Except for Zecora, everyone's going to think she's black. Not this kind of black though." Twilight said looking the changeling over. "Damselfly, huh?"

"Got a problem with it, cunt!?" The changeling snapped without warning or prompt for her behavior. "I tell it how it is bitch! I look you over for five minutes and I got it all figured out. Like you bookworm, you wanna fuck your brother. Huge incestuous feelings in that heart."

"Is incest how you become a princess?" Rarity asked desperately and grabbed a hold of her sister. "I can learn to like it, honest!"

"This is terrifying and I want to leave now!" Sweetie protested a bit more loudly. Despite her terror Damselfly was ready with another forced observation that may be true or not.

"This one here has an inferiority complex to her sister and her tits. Also, she's dry humped the fire-breather twice."

"Word." Spike agreed. Twilight threw her hands up in the air and sat back down at the table.

"Fine, you can have all of them, I don't care. It's what everyone wanted to see anyway. A dragon collecting unicorn brides like some kind of cult leader. Enjoy your harem, just make me dinner so I have enough energy to fuck with Rarity later."

"Things are looking up for us!" Rarity said thrilled to her darling little Sweetie Belle.

"There is something very wrong with all of this!" Sweetie cried out. "And I'm pretty sure if I don't get back to my friends soon they're going to replace me in the Scooby Gang with Dinky.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa." Spike said bring a stunning and startling stop to everything. "Whoa. We promised everyone a little something didn't we?"

"Boobs?" Rarity asked.

"Tempting, underage dry-humping?" Sweetie offered.

"Rape?" Damselfly asked... or offered, was hard to tell.

"Incestuous rape?" Twilight offered, directly.

"Nah man, none of that. People want to see something beautiful. Something special with just a single person involved that can take the spotlight, touch their hearts and make them feel the mix of love and desire that this series is known for."

"Oh Spike!" Rarity said as she dropped her sister to the ground like a sack of potatoes and approached her love. "I knew you thought I was special. That I was the only one for you. I'll gladly take the center stage, expose myself to everyone, and let them bask in my beauty." Rarity slowly began to undress to the delight and amusement of at least three people there, but Spike put a stop to that.

"I'm not talking about you! I meant me!" Spike pushed Rarity out of the immediate scene before anything actually attractive could happen here. "The people have spoken and they want a scene of male masturbation. So we're going to give it to them?" Twilight raised a curious eyebrow.

"Like... now?"

"You bet." Spike said sliding his pants and boxers off in one quick motion. Sweetie Belle covered her eyes, Damselfly yawned. "For the people!" Picking up a copy of 5000 hues of Rainbow(dash('s butt))) Spike read from one of the many erotic pages within the book and began to work his crank right there in the middle of the library. His hand moving not for his own enjoyment or for the enjoyment of the women before him, but for the people! One. Two. Three. "Aaaaaand I'm spent." Spike declared, leaving both his pants and a puddle of his victory on the floor. "I'm gonna go take a nap, your all mine now so don't go no where without me!" With the our conquering hero ascended the stairs, missed one on a step, looked really embarassed as the women stared at him in that awkward moment, began climbing again and disappeared into the bedroom for his slumber.

"I'm not cleaning that up." Twilight said flatly. "Now who's cooking dinner?" Thankfully Damselfly had a suggestion.

"We could order pizza and I could eat the delivery boy instead of us paying him."

"You... have just earned your spot as wife number two." Twilight said as she offered a chair to the changeling. "Oh and don't either of you get any ideas, I'm number one." She said to Sweetie Belle and Rarity with a glare.

"Number three is still closer to being a princess than I was before." Rarity accepted somewhat pathetically and joined the other women at the table. Sweetie Belle was currently trying to work the door open but found the lock Spike had put on it was rather effective in keeping her trapped.

"Twilight, Rarity, what's-your-head, I don't really want to be part of a harem." The young girl protested but her sister was there to comfort her.

"Now Sweetie Belle it's best to just accept it and make the most of it, I'm sure all our friends will be part of it before long. Now come sit next to your sister so she can teach you what fellatio is. Twilight, do you have a banana?"

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Back in the capital the Goddess of the Night was staring at the stone prison of the God of Chaos, Discord. She was watching it with the most peculiar expression for a while now. Celestia had eventually come across her sister in this position and found she couldn't help her curiosity. "Luna, I'm sorry to bother you but... what exactly are you looking at?" The other princess didn't take her eyes off the statue, just staring with a confused look on her face.

"Sister, did thou know Discord slumbers while restrained in his enchanted confinement?" Celestia sighed, why couldn't Luna talk normal? She'd been back on Earth for over a year now.

"No, I didn't. Can you see his dreams?" Luna nodded. "And?"

"Verily, they are quite fucked up."

Author's Notes:

Nailed it!