Title: Homonculus Fillyanon and the Collar Author: AMedicalKrabbyPatty Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/5mpXk0Xn First Edit: Saturday 7th of November 2015 02:17:56 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Saturday 7th of November 2015 02:19:13 AM CDT prompt? >i had an idea >>The homonculi are beaten >>All but two destroyed >>Greed fled for parts unknown, to seek his fortune, he wont be seen again >>Then there was one left >>Wrath >>After being completely torn apart and beaten down anon/wrath is took to the dungeons >>instead of killing him, they decide that a homonculus is a rare find and that the small one is too valuable an asset to just destroy. >>they equip anon with a collar that influences his actions and can cause great pain if he disobeys or fights it. >>they send him to serve under (insert hors name here) >>they want to see if a homonculus can be tamed. >>Especially a feral one like anon. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------     >You sat in silence, your gaze glued to the floor. >You were... >Empty. >"So how about it?" >The pristine marble floors of the castle were well kept. >Enough so that you could make out a vague reflection of the moon princess as she circles you. >"No more witty remarks? No insults?" >You say nothing. >"You aren't going to try to kill me? We are alone you know." >She was lying of course. >The were at least ten night guards lurking in the shadows behind the grand pillars from what you could smell. >But you just didn't find it in you right now so it mattered not in the first place. >Emboldened by your silence, the blue alicorn kneels down in front of you and bares her neck to you. >"Nothing? Interesting..." >Luna delivers an unforgiving kick that send you across the room and into the wall. >You don't get up and just lie there as you landed. >If you were actually a filly, you'd be dead. >You weren't so it was merely painful. >Not as much as the blasted collar, however. >The pain ebbs away with arcing red energy as your body heals itself. >You were so done with pain. >You've had enough. >Luna lands next to you with a flutter of her wings. >You hear trot up to you then feel the pressure of a hoof on your head. >She chuckles and lightly presses. >"You know I held that damned seductress down just like this when I ripped those pesky stones right out of her chest. And oh how she begged me not to do it. Would you do that to if I did the same thing to you?" she mused. >She what? >"I felt you tense up, Anon." >You really didn't like it when she used that name. >It made you have... flashes. >You remembered things and it made your head hurt. >The last time she did that you showed this insufferable princess her large intestines before the collar became to much to bare. >The only one you ever let call you that was... Lust. >She was one of the only ponies in this world to be kind to you. >Well... aside from Greed who could occasionally not be an absolute cunt. >God how you missed her. >You missed all of them. >Sure most of them were jackasses. >Especially Pride. >But they were the closest things you had to family. >And now they were all dead. >All of them killed by the mare with a hoof against your skull. >You sniff. >"Are you going to cry?" >You don't. >But you were close. >She removes her hoof and resumes pacing. >"How about it, hm? Where is all the fire? That burning conviction?..." Luna trails off and stops in front of you. >She magicks your jaw, forcing you to look at her. >"The Wrath." >You see your reflection in her eyes. >You were disgusting. >Weak. >All because of the damn collar. >"Answer the question, Anon. Where did the Wrath go?" >You stay silent and the collar starts to burn. >"Now now, I know the whorse taught you plenty while your little group were in hiding. You've spoken to me before and you will do so now. Where did it go?" >You were tired of pain. >So tired... >Your voice comes out scratchy and weak due to lack of use. "I-I don't know..." you answer finally >You let out a sigh as the pain stops immediately. >Princess Luna lets your head go and starts low laugh which grows as she starts to do a little dance to celebrate her victory. >"I did it! I actually did it! All these years and dear sister, I was right the whole time!" >She continued to gloat leaving you to lie there. >You hated her. >Really and truly. >You wished her to die. >If you had the chance to kill her you would >But there wasn't that burning rage inside anymore. >That was extinguished somehow by the agony induced by the collar. >There may be more to it than that but it hardly mattered. >She took away your family. >She took away your freedom. >She took away what little sense of dignity you had. >She took you away from... you. >You had nothing. >Not even yourself anymore. >So what did that make you if you weren't Wrath?