”I know it may seem a foreign concept for one such as you, traitor, but try to have a little faith.” Infernus says.

You whirl on him. “I have faith! Who says I don’t have faith? I have plenty of faith! But what good does faith do us with such a horde of xenos coming down on us? My god is blind to my existence and your god rots on his throne on Terra!”

He glares at you. “I cannot speak for Chaos, but the Emperor protects. The xenos will not stand against the might of the Imperium.”

”So, hang on a second, here.” Twilight interrupts.

She points a hoof at Infernus. “So you’re not here to destroy us and you’re going to protect us from these Dark Eldar things?”

”Alright, am I the only one who’s completely lost here?” Rainbow yells in exasperation. “Who’re these guys, what are Dark Eldar, what the hay is this about blowing up Equestria, and what does ANY of this have to do with us?”

Infernus turns to regard her before he answers.

“To be completely honest, none of this has anything to do with you. You’re just in the worst possible place at the worst possible time.”

”And what’re we in the wrong place at the wrong time for?” she presses.

He jerks his head towards you. “Your friend here pissed off some of the most sadistic monsters in the entire galaxy and now there’s a few billion of them on their way here to end everything you have ever known.”

Rainbow Dash just blinks and shrugs. “Alright.”

”This doesn’t startle you in the least?” Infernus asks.

She shrugs again. “Nah, not really. We got crazies runnin’ around every other day trying to destroy Equestria. It’s gotten pretty routine by this point.”

You just look at her. “Oh...?”

Twilight shrugs too. “Yeah, she pretty much hit the nail on the head. Bad guy comes, messes some stuff up, all hope is lost, somep0ny makes a really stirring, heartfelt speech, the bad guy is defeated, we learn an important lesson about friendship, then we have a party. Rinse and repeat a few days later.”

You and the Space Marines just look at her. “You lead an... interesting life.” Infernus remarks.

”Regardless, there are Dark Eldar on this planet and I can guarantee they are unlike anything you have encountered before. We need to organize a defense. Infernus, do you have any men to deploy?”

”Yes.” he confirms. “I’ll can have marines deployed in defense of the town within the day.”

You sigh in relief. Loyalists or not, these Astartes were true brothers. With a detachment of Space Marines guarding the town you’d be able to sleep much more easily.

You extend a hand towards Infernus. “You have my thanks, brother. Your god may be a worthless corpse but you are a true brother.”

With a grin he clasps your wrist in a warrior’s handshake.

“Think nothing of it, brother.”

You turn to the princess. “You see, Celly? I told you not to worry.”

Celestia bristles at the nickname.

“You’re lucky, Anonymous. Very, very lucky. But the coming days will show me how well placed my trust in you was. I’m personally beginning to think I should have just killed you and thrown your corpse back into the Warp when I met you.”

”Awwww, I love you too, Celly!” you say.

She rolls her eyes with an aggravated sigh.

“Well since that’s been taken care of I must return to Canterlot. Do not hesitate to ask for aid should you think it necessary.

Twilight bows to her. “Of course princess. You can count on us!”

With a smile, Celestia takes to the air, heading back to Canterlot. You watch her for a moment before you feel a tap on your thigh. You look down to see Vinyl looking back up at you.

”Vinyl,” you say, kneeling down to speak with her. “Are you alright? You aren’t harmed from the duel, are you?”

She shakes her head. “Nah, but that was the most fun I’ve ever had. We gotta party with those guys again, some time.”

You smile and lightly ruffle her mane.

“Of course, Vinyl.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Pinkie standing off to the side looking at you expectantly.

”And of course I can’t forget about you, Pinkie. The both of you. I could not have succeeded without your help. I am proud to call you my battle-brothers.”

Pinkie giggles. “Silly ‘Nony, we’re girls, we can’t be your brothers!”

Her innocence makes you smile.

“Of course, how foolish of me. My battle-sisters then.”

Pinkie cheers and leaps at you, latching her forelegs around your neck in a tackle hug.

“Yaaaay! Battle-sisters!”

Pinkie casts a glance at Vinyl and a smile crosses her face as she turns back to you.

”Well I’m gonna head back to Sugarcube Corner, I was in the middle of a biiiiiig order when all that cool stuff happened. See ya later, battle-brother!”

She happily bounces off, leaving you with Vinyl.

”So, whatcha wanna do, Anon? Wanna head back to my place and pick up where we left off?” she asks with a wink.

Pointedly ignoring Infernus’s horrified expression, you continue onward.

You grin at her. “As enticing as that sounds I think I should speak more with Infernus about the plans to be made for Ponyville’s defense. In the mean while you should head back home, let Octavia know you’re alright and get some rest. It’s been a trying day.”

”Arlight. Swing by again sometime though.” she says, trotting off towards home.

You turn back to Infernus, who wears an expression of horror.

”You... you... xeno fucker!”

”Corpse worshiper.”

Infernus goes to make another retort but stops himself, throwing his hands up.

“You know what? I ain’t even mad.”

Then he turns three-hundred sixty degrees and moonwalks away, Interstellar and Remixar following suit right behind. Well then, thank Slaanesh that’s over. Time to go do Chaos stuff.

---

You are Vinyl Scratch and sweet Celestia this’s been one hell of a day. Hung out with Anon, saved the world with Anon, you and Anon made some cool new friends. Today has been a good day. Octavia’s probably worried though, you didn’t see her during the face off with the Disco Marines. You finally reach your house and trot on in.

“Taaaaviiiiiii!~” you call.

You hear a light snoring from the living room. Aww, she fell asleep on the couch. The lack of earth-shaking music must have been too much. Oh well, you’re pretty tired too, it’s been a crazy bucking day so you trot up the stairs to your room. You open the door to find your room completely dark. Huh, you didn’t leave the lights off. You never leave the lights off. You flick the lights on and freeze at what you see.

On your bed sits something vaguely similar to whatever Anon is. It’s bipedal like he is, but that’s pretty much where all the similarities end. It’s thin, slender, it’s tall but not anywhere as built as Anon is. Whatever it is it looks female. It’s pretty easy to tell because all it wears are a few strategically placed leather straps. And two of the biggest, most wicked looking blades you’ve ever seen. Slowly the creature stands up and saunters over to you and you slowly back away.

”Well hello there, little pony...” it says in a sultry tone.

”Who... who’re you?” you ask, trembling in fear. Though you ask, you already know what this is. A Dark Eldar.

”My name is Irideth,” she says. “I’m an... acquaintance of your little Space Marine friend. Do you think you could help me find him?”

You bump into the wall and the Eldar keeps coming. She reaches out to you and you scream.

---

You are Anonymous and so help you, the entire galaxy is going to burn. You’d heard a scream ring out through the town that sounded far too similar to Vinyl’s voice for you to be comfortable. When you got near her house, what you saw leaping from the window of Vinyl’s room made your blood freeze. Then it began to boil. That Eldar Wych whore, Irideth. The cunt had even winked at you when she caught your eye.

Twilight, who’d been doing Chaos stuff with you, was terrified.

”Was that a Dark Eldar?”

”Yes.” you growl.

”Sweet Celestia! And that thing has Vinyl! What should we do?”

You crouch.

”Kill.”

Your raptor pack furiously flares to life.

”EVERYTHING.”

You launch yourself into the air following Vinyl’s screams. You give into the bloodlust raging through your veins and activate your Doom Siren and howl your rage at Irideth. There are many that would claim that rage at the levels you’re currently experiencing would be more in Khorne’s realm. You would call those people cunts. Then you would kill all of them. Slaanesh is the Prince of Excess. Excessive anger counts as excess. Khorne’s just pissed because the new guy does his job better than he does.

You see Irideth take Vinyl into the forest near Ponyville and you aim yourself straight at the tree she just passed. You crash into the tree and completely obliterate it. Unfortunately, no Irideth.

”IRIDETH!” you yell, hefting your Blastmaster.

You squeeze the trigger and unleash a beam of sonic devastation into the forest, splintering trees and tearing up great gouts of earth. After the dust clears you catch a glimpse of the Wych as she sprints deeper into the forest. You know she wants you to follow her, probably into some kind of trap. Regrettably fucks.exe has encountered a fatal error and you follow her anyways.

She has Vinyl and Slaanesh himself could not convince you to abandon your friend to those monsters. You will fight. They will die. Slaanesh will feast.

You keep catching glimpses of Irideth, just enough to follow her by, always out of reach. Vinyl has stopped screaming, leaving you worried. You finally emerge into a large clearing to find Irideth waiting for you, a trembling Vinyl gripped by the scruff of her neck.

”So eager to die, Wych?” you ask.

”I do apologize for the display, but it was the best way to ensure your cooperation.” she says with that damned honeyed xeno tongue. “Now, perhaps it’s time for a little fun?”

”No threats against the girl? No ‘give me the stones or she dies’?”

She smiles. “Now where would be the fun in that? We’re just going to do it the fun way, if that’s alright with you.”

That’s good, you liked the fun way. That’s why it was called the fun way. All around the clearing, Eldar warriors and Wyches emerge from the foliage, all aiming various weapons at you. Irideth beckons a warrior over.

“Would you be a dear and hold this for me?” she asks, thrusting Vinyl into the warrior’s arms.

The Wych readies her two blades and falls into a fighting stance.

”Well don’t make me wait all day.” she says, that infuriatingly sultry tone back again.

”Xeno whores first.”

”Well if you insist.”

Almost as soon as the last syllable leaves her lips she’s in your face, blades swinging at your hands. The only thing you can do is drop your Blastmaster and leap back. The blades pass through where your hands had been mere moments before. Alright then. You're a swordsman of moderate skill, but you’re pretty sure you’re good enough to butcher a xeno whore. You grab your chainsword from your belt and ready yourself.

Fast as lightning, she comes at you again. You aim to catch both her blades on your sword, but quicker than you can follow, she changes direction and brings her blades around and under your weapon, slicing at your abdomen and scoring a gash that pierces the ceremite. As the gash registers you hiss in pain, then in ecstasy. Oh yes, this would be so much fun.

Wasting no time you surge forward, aiming a strike at her throat which she parries easily with one blade, then she uses the other blade to score another gash along your arm. The pain serves only to embolden you, the ecstasy resulting from the pain encouraging you. You attack again, again she parries and ripostes, and again she cuts you. You attack again and again and again, hoping to simply overwhelm her with the fury of your blows. Without fail, she parries or dodges your clumsy attacks and rewards each effort with another cut.

Where the pain from so many cuts would sap the strength of another, each cut only energizes you, invigorates you. The pain and ecstasy pushing you to new heights of fervor. Your strikes grow ever more wild and furious, and eventually even her fluid grace isn't enough to keep her from the biting teeth of your chainsword.

You begin to score hits on her, a shoulder, a thigh, a forearm. Not enough to truly injure her, but enough to worry her. You’ve taken far more damage than she has, but to you injury is the opposite of what it should be. And why shouldn’t it be? Pain is but another sensation, and were all sensations not gifts from Slaanesh to be experienced and cherished? After one particularly gruesome gash along her side, she begins to panic.

She catches an overhead strike with both her blades, twists them away from her, then aims a powerful kick to the back of your knee, driving you to the ground while she sprints back to the circle of waiting warriors.

You glance at Vinyl. She looks terrified and you couldn’t blame her. You must look terrible.

”Enough of this!” the Wych says, all pretense gone from her voice. “End him!”

The Wyches and warriors all surge forward at you and you grin. You grab up your Blastmaster from where it fell and tuck it securely under your arm, wielding it one-handed with your chainsword in your other hand. The Eldar close and you alternate between blowing them apart with sonic blasts or tearing them apart with your chainsword. The beauty of the cacophony of the battle is under lied with the screams of Eldar souls being devoured by your master, audible only to you.

You end up using your Blastmaster as a club just as often as not, using it to cave in skulls and crack limbs. For every xeno you slay you incur another wound, further adding to your battle lust.

”YES! STRIKE THIS FORM! WOUND THIS FLESH! BLEED THIS BODY! BE SLAIN IN TURN! LET YOUR ESSENCE CONGEAL WITH SLAANESH!”

You strike down xeno after xeno, but still they come. Neurotoxic rounds from splinter weapons pierce your flesh in a dozen places, but you are Slaaneshi, your already formidable Astartes poison resistance has been further hardened by ten millennia of rampant stim abuse.

But while your mind was currently enjoying an unparalleled high, your body was beginning to fail under the stress of your injuries. With one final brutal dismemberment of a warrior, you fall to your knees, unable to rise despite your desire.

The remaining warriors, still a sizable amount, close in on you. Irideth saunters her way through, blood still weeping from her wounds. But now she’s holding Vinyl again, and you become filled with impotent rage.

”And Feanor wanted to take the whole Kabal against you,” she laughs. “That only cost us, what? A few dozen warriors? I don’t know what he felt so threatened about, humans are so weak, even the ones sworn to She Who Thirsts.”

You struggle to rise, to continue the battle, but your body is exhausted, dozens of wounds marring your form. Irideth merely laughs.

“It’s almost a shame I have to kill you now. I do so wish you could witness all the fun me and your little friend are going to have.”

To accentuate her point she lewdly runs her tongue from Vinyl’s jaw up to her ear and then back down again, pausing to bite her at the base of her neck. Vinyl’s lets out a sound halfway between a pained whine and a pleasured moan. The sound fills you with a fury that would make a Desert Fang baulk. You knew exactly what she meant by ‘fun’. Rape, torture, mutilation, and then, when she had no tears left and begged for death, they would grant it to her. But even then she would not find respite. The monsters would tear her soul apart and devour it, obliterating her utterly. That would not happen. Not to any pony while you lived. Especially not to Vinyl.

”I’m surprised, really.” Irideth taunts. “I thought those sworn to the Soul Thirster were supposed to be the pinnacles of desire. But I guess you just didn’t want it bad enough. That’s why you failed, you know.”

What.

This Eldar, this degenerate, this slut, whore, xeno, this SUB-HUMAN THING thought to lecture you on desire? You are Slaaneshi! The wants and desires of these degenerate whoresons were as those of children compared to yours! Your desires are all-encompassing!

What do they know of wants? Of desires? Of needs? Of lusts? Nothing! They know nothing of true avarice! And watching that Wych whore violate Vinyl, you endeavor to show them the error of their ways.

They seek to take her from you. But she is not theirs to take. Because she is yours. Because you want her. You desire her. You need her. You lust for her. BECAUSE SHE IS YOURS. VINYL SCRATCH IS YOURS AND YOURS ALONE! Everything is.

The ripples of your black lust pulsate through the Warp, roiling the ethereal currents, calling the attention of indescribable Warp horrors. You are no sorcerer, but the Warp does not only answer to the calls of the sorcerous. The Warp is fickle and will answer to any who know how to call. And you know nothing if not how to call. You feel it responding to you, the sweet, maddening corruption of that blasphemous un-reality. It whispers to you, promising you power. But the Warp is made of lies. It will not give you power. No. You have to take it.

The Warp suffuses you, filling you, as you throttle what you want from that realm. The delicious power of pure madness fills you and you cast a baleful gaze upon Irideth.

"You simply do not understand, whore. You think my desire is weak? You think I do not know avarice? You are a fool. All my gaze falls upon belongs to me. All I behold is mine. MINE! This world is mine. These xenos are mine. YOU! ARE! MINE!"

The power of madness fills you and spills out into the world, warping and twisting what it touches, bathing you in a malignant orange light. Irideth and her warriors take an unconscious step backwards at the sight of you. Slowly you speak. An oath uttered by Slaaneshi the galaxy over. A prayer to a god that would never hear you.

"This power is mine, it is my light."

The glow intensifies, spilling from the joints of your armor and pooling around you.

"Be in bright of day or black of night."

The Warp energy begins to crawl across the ground, your body unable to contain so much of the blasphemous energies.

"I lay claim to all that falls within my sight."

Suddenly it surges back within your body and you feel like you will blow apart if you do not release it.

"To take what I want-"

You inhale in both worlds, filling all three of your lungs to capacity with both the sweet, pure air of Equestria and roiling not-air of the Warp.

"THAT! IS! MY! RIGHT!"

You engage your Doom Siren and throw back your head, the Eldar realizing too late what you were doing. You let loose a howl filled with all of your rage, your hate, your fear, your love, your lust, and your sorrow.

The physical sound staggers the xenos, the ethereal sound rent the mind and tore the soul. You howl a sound of pure madness made manifest, a lingering echo of the birth-scream of Slaanesh. It tears the souls of the xenos to pieces, casting them adrift in the Seal of Souls for the Void-predators to consume. Soon the xenos are but soulless husks, devoid of life. But still you screamed.

You can not stop. You will not stop. You do not know how to stop. Soon your lungs are empty of air and your screamed out the pure stuff of the Warp, bathing the area in corrupting orange warp-light. The amps and speakers of your armor blow out one by one as your Warp Scream reaches unsustainable levels. Finally your mouth grille blows apart in a shower of sparks as your Doom Siren fails and your eye lenses shatter outwards. If you don’t stop soon you will disintegrate under the might of your scream.

Suddenly there was a weight on your shoulder and out of the corner of your eye you see Vinyl leaning against you, hooves pressed to her ears. Clearly this was well above her tolerance for sound. She looks at you pleadingly and it’s just barely enough to bring you back to yourself. The scream cuts off and the light disappears and you topple backwards, utterly spent. Vinyl collapses onto your chest as you hit the ground.

”Anon...?” she asks breathlessly after a moment of silence.

”Yes?” you wheeze out.

”That was bucking awesome.”

”I hope you enjoyed it. It won’t be happening again.”

”That’s fine. I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

You chuckle weakly and wrap an arm around Vinyl and the two of you just lay there, giving precisely zero fucks.

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