A few months later, you stand on a hilltop watching Canterlot burn to the ground. You purse your lips as you consider your life decisions. To be honest, this outcome seemed inevitable, and you’re not sure you could have done anything to avoid it.

The buzzing of wings signals the arrival of queen Chrysalis to the hilltop, and she trots up beside you. “Thanks a bunch, love,” she mocks, kissing you on the cheek. “Now, go get in the chariot and let me take you to be imprisoned in the labor camp.”

With little hearts in your eyes, you stumble over to the chariot blindly. “C-can I have another kiss on the way?” you ask.

Chrysalis cups your muzzle in her hooves. “You can have as many kisses as you want, my traitorous little sugarbug.”

‘GOOD’ (?) ENDING