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>”So today’s the day huh?”
“Indeed it is dear Sophie. Tragic turn of events.”
>You stand by as the train enters the station.
>It’ll be nice to have Fluttershy around again. She has that certain peace about her that you care for so.
>It’s a shame that she got arrested for the whole phoenix thing, but her crimes were true, and so her punishment shall be.
>You were pleasantly surprised when Twilight said she’d be serving her sentence here in Ponyville rather than some cell in Canterlot.
>The doors finally screech open as several royal guards pour out from within.
>Fluttershy is brought out as well, still bound and blindfolded from her capture.
>”Serves her right. No good deed goes unpunished.”
“Come now Sophie, not all good things must turn sour. Besides, she was your favorite anyways correct?”
>She scoffs at you as the guards escort her into the town square.
>”Hear ye! Hear ye! Citizens of Ponyville!”
>You move to the front of the crowd, hoping to be one of the first to greet her.
>”Let it be heard that the p0ny known as Fluttershy, is hereby charged with a five day sentence…”
>”That isn’t so bad. Five days for stealing Celestia’s phoenix? That’s child’s play.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to listen.”
>Two guards come forth carrying a billboard and a sign post, planting them into the ground.
>”To be judged by her fellows.”
>They strike the posts into the ground
>”To be punished as a mare.”
>Fluttershy gasps as they pull her towards her post, locking steel plates to her legs.
>”An example for her crimes…”
>They lock her in place and set up the sign, a large red ‘five’ painted onto it.
>”May she serve to show the pain caused by her deviance.”
>The billboard swings up, its bright red letters catching your eye.
>“Stallions welcome.”
>The crowd silences as the guards finish their preparations.
>They wrap up her tail and tie it the rope to the back of her bridle, exposing the poor girl.
>”This… this is so wrong.”
>You watch dumbfounded as they proceed, plugging Fluttershy’s ears and fastening the blindfold, the occasional drip falling for it.
>You’ve done some things… terrible things, but this? This is too far.
>”Don’t be shy now. It is the order of the princess.”
>What sort of Princess would do this to her subject?
>Mr.Davenport, the guy who sold you your couch, steps forward timidly.
>”That’s the spirit sir, go right ahead.”
>”Anon you have to do something. This isn’t natural.”
>”It doesn’t get any more natural than this,” says a stallion to her left.
>She punches him square in the nose, knocking him out with a single punch.
>You’re still watching in horror as he proceeds.
>He mounts her, easing into her slowly.
>He seems to hesitate, attempting to pull out.
>”It’s just a little extra. The boys and I got bored on the ride over.”
>Those bastards…
>Davenport gives into his instincts, and begins to furiously rut her for all he’s worth.
>Fluttershy barely manages to squeal as she’s being violated, her tears running down her blindfold.
>You ball your hand into a fist, anger rocking to your very core.
“Enough is enough.”
>You stomp out from the crowd and up to Fluttershy. A guard moves in front of you, his coy grin making you want to vomit.
>”Whoa there, you gotta wait your turn now.”
“Out of my way.”
>He follows you as you try to move around him, “So it’s like that huh? We figured there’d be one hero. Fellas?”
>A hoof strikes the back of your knees, forcing you down to the earth.
>”Defying royal law is an offence punishable by death, but I’m feeling a bit generous today.”
>He pushes you backwards towards the crowd, laughing at your expense.
>”Run on home, before I make you join her.”
>The guards drag you back to the crowd just as Davenport finishes inside of her, leaving a trail of his seed behind.
>Sophie helps you to your feet, “Keep your boyfriend out of trouble if you know what’s good for him.”
>The guards leave, “That was it? You could have taken them.”
”And I would be sentenced to death. No, this needs a more delicate approach.”
>She smiles, “I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Keep watch and make note of every p0ny that… goes. Meet you when night falls at the house.”
>You take your leave, using the event as a distraction to break into Town Hall.
>You find the list you’re looking for and head home, preparing yourself for the night ahead.
>You take out your trusty blade, sharpening it in your living room, the noise soothing.
>But still, you find no rest. The thought of what Fluttershy is going through haunts you, creating a thirst for blood you haven’t felt in ages.
>Chrysalis steps back into the living room, breaking your concentration.
“Do you have the list?”
>”Six in total. When do we start?”
>You run your hand across the blade, strapping it to your belt.
“Now.”
>You delve into the darkness, following the darkened streets until you come upon the address on the list.
>”Who’s house is this?”
“Davenport’s. Care to say hello?”
>”I sure would.”
>You pick the lock to his house, sneaking in without a hitch.
“Davenpooooort. You home?”
>You shut the door, the stallion stumbling out of his bedroom.
>”Wha-“
>You pounce, driving your knife into his chest, muffling his scream with your hand.
“How does it feeeel? Does it hurt?! This is how Fluttershy felt you sick fuck!”
>You twist the knife, earning another pained squeal from him.
“I hope your minute in heaven was worth it, because I’m going to send you to hell!”
>Over the course of an hour you do substantial damage to him, breaking his ribs and legs, feeding him his own entrails, carving Fluttershy’s name into his flesh. You know, the usual.
>Chrysalis went as far as shoving a table stump up his rectum, to lighten the mood she said.
>You savored the pleasure of the kill, as well as feeling just in your actions, the two rarely felt at the same time.
>”What should we do with him?” She asks staring at his mutilated corpse.
“Leave him at his doorstep, for all to see.”
>With your help she drags him onto his porch, leaving a pool of blood and feces in your wake.
>You lay him on his side where one could visibly read Fluttershy’s name in his flesh.
>”That felt… good.”
“And now you understand why I do it.”
>”So… back home then?”
“No, my dear Chrysalis,” you say holding up your list, “We have only just begun.”
>End of Day 1.
>The next day starts with an uproar, p0nies screaming and hollering throughout the town.
>”Guess they didn’t appreciate your handiwork.”
“Art is what you make of it, I just happened to make six pieces of it.”
>She snuggles into your chest, though you’re in no mood.
>Fluttershy is the only one on your mind right now, who knows how many have used her before you woke.
>You move into Town Square, six tallies etch into Fluttershy’s bum.
>On one hand that’s disgraceful, on the other, it shows that you haven’t missed anything.
>The local guards are still trying to find the killer, but to no avail it seems.
>They can into rape, but not murder. Fucking Equestria.
>It’s your turn to watch over Fluttershy, Chrysalis taking the day to rest.
>You expected that the stallions had learned from their predecessors.
>But there you are thinking again.
>A few of the larger stallions aren’t shaken by your late-night feat, taking Fluttershy as their own.
>Each thrust is a minute of torture, every slap is a tooth torn from their maw.
>You grimace as the treatment goes on, taking note of their identity.
>They better enjoy their last night amongst the living.
>As the final stallion finishes, you approach the stall calmly, carrying your bag with you.
>As expected, the guard blocks your path, that fucking smile still on his face.
>”Come to join in or try your luck?”
>You shake your head, showing him your bag.
“I thought she could use some food and water, she looks like she hasn’t been fed for days.”
>He sees what you mean, “Nop0ny wants to rut a corpse, go ahead and make it quick.”
>Thinking with his dick again. It’s going to get him killed, but not now. You’ll let the fear sink in first.
>You move beside Fluttershy, freeing her mouth.
>She instinctively closes, thinking you to be just another needy stallion.
>You run your hand through her mane, placing the flask upon her lips.
“It’s going to be alright Fluttershy. I’m here.”
>It was hard to hear her before, and now it’s next to impossible.
>You pull out some bread and let her nibble upon it.
“Don’t speak, just rest.”
>She does as you ask, taking your offering without hesitation.
>You don’t know what it is, but her vulnerability seems to soften you.
“Fluttershy,” you say in a hushed voice as not to be overheard, “This will end soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.”
>You can’t see it, but you can tell she’s pleading you with her eyes.
“These bastards will pay for what they’ve done. They will suffer no matter the cost.”
>You embrace the yellow Pegasus, feeling her tears grace your back.
“They won’t live to see the sun.”
>Night falls, and with it, the perpetrators.
>Should they scream, you mute them.
>Should they resist, you drive harder.
>Should they beg for mercy, you cut all the deeper.
>Nop0ny makes Fluttershy cry. Nop0ny.
>End of Day 2.
>”Anyp0ny! Mares, Stallions, Fillies, Colts! Come forth!”
>The guard has been screaming all morning.
>”Somebody’s not a happy camper. Looks like your plan worked.”
“Of course it worked. The power of fear overcomes all.”
>The guard frenzies about, trying to have someone exact punishment onto Fluttershy.
>The others finish cleaning her out as per instruction.
>You’d spare them, though not with the knowledge that they each used her in the past.
>”Private, I order you to take her!”
>He tries to refute, caring for little more than his own hide, but is unable to combat his superior.
>He reluctantly mounts her, timidly going about the deed.
>”Get into it son, what are you queer?”
>He’s barely able to keep up his chub, let alone properly take her.
>The guardsmen knocks off the private, “You want something done right…”
>He pounds into Fluttershy, her screams intensified tenfold.
>It takes all your will not to kill him right then and there, but Sophie holds you back.
>”Tonight,” she says, “You’ll get him back tonight.”
>And you’ll enjoy every minute of it. That bastard is going to pay.
>You approach once more, the guard blocking you.
>”One time. Just do it.”
“I’ll die before I forcefully take her. Now excuse me…”
>You push past him, and kneel next to her.
“It’s me again. You doing alright?”
>”No speaking with the prisoner.”
>You stand up, cracking your knuckles.
“And who’s going to stop me?”
>He whistles, “That’s the last straw boy, fellas!”
>You smile, his fellow guards standing down.
“Smart move.”
>You hit him square in the nose, knocking him on his ass.
>He wipes away the stream of blood leaking from his nose.
>”You- I’m an officer of the law!”
“And I’m the aspect of justice. Why don’t you run along before I put some force into the next one.”
>You kneel back down to Fluttershy, undoing her gag.
>”You’re going to pay for this! Celestia will not stand for your disrespect.”
>You look at him, your stare cold as ice.
“Fuck Celestia.”
>The guards gasp, backing away nonetheless, back to their barracks in the inn.
>You stay with Fluttershy for several hours, night falling as you attend to her.
>Chrysalis places her hand on your shoulder.
>”It’s time.”
>You nod, looking back to Fluttershy.
“No one is going to hurt you anymore. You have my word.”
>You leave the gag off, Chrysalis taking point to the inn.
>You kick open the door, not even trying to be subtle anymore.
>You punch the first guard in the throat, snapping his neck before he can say a word.
“Did you miss me?”
>Chrysalis saps a trio of their energy, stealing the very life from their bodies.
>”Your tears are delicious.”
>You slice open the last guard’s throat, spraying his blood throughout the room.
>The head guard steps out of his office, Chrysalis knocking him out with a single wave of her hand.
>You wanted to have the privilege of that for yourself.
>”What? At least he’s not dead.”
“You have a point there.”
>You begin to cut into the p0nys’s hides, only beginning your work.
>He finally comes to, bound tight against his chair.
“It’s about time you joined us again. Your friends were so anxious to meet you.”
>You move out of the way, revealing the corpses of his friends behind you.
>Blood drips from their skinned bodies as they dangle from the buildings roof.
>”Doesn’t he like what we did to them?”
“Art is what you make of it right? Everyone seemed to love the six we made the first night, but we only have five here.”
>You look to the guard, frozen in shock, similar to how you looked.
>You brandish your knife, grinning as you run its tip across his chin.
“Let’s make it six.”
>End of Day 3.
>The sun rises on the fourth day, ponies slowly beginning to emerge from their dwelling.
>You and Chrysalis stayed with Fluttershy the whole night, comforting the wounded p0ny.
>Nop0ny is allowed to scream today.
>You hold onto the guard’s royal helmet, blood still coated upon it.
>”Anon?”
>Twilight is the first to confront you.
“Something the matter?”
>She points to your clothing.
>They’re still dripping with blood.
“Oh. How about that. Think Rarity will clean it up?”
>You and Chrysalis laugh together, the crowd silent.
>”What is wrong with you?”
“Me? So many things by your book. Get it, BOOK?” You laugh again, tearing up in joy.
>”Where are the guards?”
“Good question, judging by the sun and the moon… deep in the bowels of Tartarus, I murdered them.”
>”Only half,” Chrysalis corrects.
“Ah yes, thank you Chrysalis.”
>”Chrysalis? She’s-“
“No time for that, I have an important task for you today. Go… fetch Spike for me...”
>End of Day 4.
>You went ahead and freed Fluttershy ahead of schedule, sending her off to Zecora’s hut for some herbal remedy.
>Nobody wants a bastard child, and you’re not letting her go through with that.
>Instead you sit and wait, counting down the minutes.
>A shadow falls upon you, a smile growing across your face.
>”You have gone quite far enough Anon!” she shouts from above.
“Celestia, what an honor this is.”
>She lands, eyes furrowed, “Don’t give me that. You defied my rule, and slew my guards in cold blood.”
“It was quite warm if I recall, but yes, the rest is true.”
>”It has been centuries since the last time I had to slay a subject, but you aren’t really even one of mine…”
“Are you going to talk me to death Celestia, or are we going to fight?”
>She picks you up, your arms flailing around, resistance futile.
>”You are an abomination, and will be dealt with as such.”
“I don’t think so, right Anon?”
>You step to her right, driving your knife under her horn.
“Correct as usual my dear.”
>You snap off her horn, crushing it beneath you.
>”You…”
>She collapses, falling unconscious just after Chrysalis warped back to normal.
>”Next time, you’re the bait.”
“Whatever you say.”
>Several hours pass, quite the crowd forming to view your handiwork.
>Fluttershy stands beside you, still recovering from her ordeal.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
>She nods, stepping forward. She’s progressed a lot since you last spoke, taking what you said to heart.
>”Hear ye! Hear ye! Citizens of Ponyville!”
>It’s so weird hearing her yell, but welcoming at the same time.
>”Let it be known, that on this day the mighty Princess Celestia is no more.”
>You heave on the rope.
>”Her judgment false…”
>You lock the manacles.
>”Her will gone…”
>You take your place at her side, Chrysalis beside her.
>”May she serve to show the result of her lies.”
>You stroke her mane, kicking the trembling Celestia in the rear.
>”Stallions welcome.”

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>”So today’s the day huh?”
“Indeed it is dear Sophie. Tragic turn of events.”
>You stand by as the train enters the station.
>It’ll be nice to have Fluttershy around again. She has that certain peace about her that you care for so.
>It’s a shame that she got arrested for the whole phoenix thing, but her crimes were true, and so her punishment shall be.
>You were pleasantly surprised when Twilight said she’d be serving her sentence here in Ponyville rather than some cell in Canterlot.
>The doors finally screech open as several royal guards pour out from within.
>Fluttershy is brought out as well, still bound and blindfolded from her capture.

>”Serves her right. No good deed goes unpunished.”
“Come now Sophie, not all good things must turn sour. Besides, she was your favorite anyways correct?”
>She scoffs at you as the guards escort her into the town square.
>”Hear ye! Hear ye! Citizens of Ponyville!”
>You move to the front of the crowd, hoping to be one of the first to greet her.
>”Let it be heard that the p0ny known as Fluttershy, is hereby charged with a five day sentence…”
>”That isn’t so bad. Five days for stealing Celestia’s phoenix? That’s child’s play.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to listen.”

>Two guards come forth carrying a billboard and a sign post, planting them into the ground.
>”To be judged by her fellows.”
>They strike the posts into the ground
>”To be punished as a mare.”
>Fluttershy gasps as they pull her towards her post, locking steel plates to her legs.
>”An example for her crimes…”
>They lock her in place and set up the sign, a large red ‘five’ painted onto it.
>”May she serve to show the pain caused by her deviance.”
>The billboard swings up, its bright red letters catching your eye.
>“Stallions welcome.”

>The crowd silences as the guards finish their preparations.
>They wrap up her tail and tie it the rope to the back of her bridle, exposing the poor girl.
>”This… this is so wrong.”
>You watch dumbfounded as they proceed, plugging Fluttershy’s ears and fastening the blindfold, the occasional drip falling for it.
>You’ve done some things… terrible things, but this? This is too far.
>”Don’t be shy now. It is the order of the princess.”
>What sort of Princess would do this to her subject?
>Mr.Davenport, the guy who sold you your couch, steps forward timidly.
>”That’s the spirit sir, go right ahead.”

>”Anon you have to do something. This isn’t natural.”
>”It doesn’t get any more natural than this,” says a stallion to her left.
>She punches him square in the nose, knocking him out with a single punch.
>You’re still watching in horror as he proceeds.
>He mounts her, easing into her slowly.
>He seems to hesitate, attempting to pull out.
>”It’s just a little extra. The boys and I got bored on the ride over.”
>Those bastards…
>Davenport gives into his instincts, and begins to furiously rut her for all he’s worth.
>Fluttershy barely manages to squeal as she’s being violated, her tears running down her blindfold.

>You ball your hand into a fist, anger rocking to your very core.
“Enough is enough.”
>You stomp out from the crowd and up to Fluttershy. A guard moves in front of you, his coy grin making you want to vomit.
>”Whoa there, you gotta wait your turn now.”
“Out of my way.”
>He follows you as you try to move around him, “So it’s like that huh? We figured there’d be one hero. Fellas?”
>A hoof strikes the back of your knees, forcing you down to the earth.
>”Defying royal law is an offence punishable by death, but I’m feeling a bit generous today.”

>He pushes you backwards towards the crowd, laughing at your expense.
>”Run on home, before I make you join her.”
>The guards drag you back to the crowd just as Davenport finishes inside of her, leaving a trail of his seed behind.
>Sophie helps you to your feet, “Keep your boyfriend out of trouble if you know what’s good for him.”
>The guards leave, “That was it? You could have taken them.”
”And I would be sentenced to death. No, this needs a more delicate approach.”
>She smiles, “I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Keep watch and make note of every p0ny that… goes. Meet you when night falls at the house.”

>You take your leave, using the event as a distraction to break into Town Hall.
>You find the list you’re looking for and head home, preparing yourself for the night ahead.
>You take out your trusty blade, sharpening it in your living room, the noise soothing.
>But still, you find no rest. The thought of what Fluttershy is going through haunts you, creating a thirst for blood you haven’t felt in ages.
>Chrysalis steps back into the living room, breaking your concentration.
“Do you have the list?”
>”Six in total. When do we start?”
>You run your hand across the blade, strapping it to your belt.
“Now.”

>You delve into the darkness, following the darkened streets until you come upon the address on the list.
>”Who’s house is this?”
“Davenport’s. Care to say hello?”
>”I sure would.”
>You pick the lock to his house, sneaking in without a hitch.
“Davenpooooort. You home?”
>You shut the door, the stallion stumbling out of his bedroom.
>”Wha-“

>You pounce, driving your knife into his chest, muffling his scream with your hand.
“How does it feeeel? Does it hurt?! This is how Fluttershy felt you sick fuck!”
>You twist the knife, earning another pained squeal from him.
“I hope your minute in heaven was worth it, because I’m going to send you to hell!”
>Over the course of an hour you do substantial damage to him, breaking his ribs and legs, feeding him his own entrails, carving Fluttershy’s name into his flesh. You know, the usual.
>Chrysalis went as far as shoving a table stump up his rectum, to lighten the mood she said.
>You savored the pleasure of the kill, as well as feeling just in your actions, the two rarely felt at the same time.
>”What should we do with him?” She asks staring at his mutilated corpse.
“Leave him at his doorstep, for all to see.”

>With your help she drags him onto his porch, leaving a pool of blood and feces in your wake.
>You lay him on his side where one could visibly read Fluttershy’s name in his flesh.
>”That felt… good.”
“And now you understand why I do it.”
>”So… back home then?”
“No, my dear Chrysalis,” you say holding up your list, “We have only just begun.”
>End of Day 1.

>The next day starts with an uproar, p0nies screaming and hollering throughout the town.
>”Guess they didn’t appreciate your handiwork.”
“Art is what you make of it, I just happened to make six pieces of it.”
>She snuggles into your chest, though you’re in no mood.
>Fluttershy is the only one on your mind right now, who knows how many have used her before you woke.
>You move into Town Square, six tallies etch into Fluttershy’s bum.
>On one hand that’s disgraceful, on the other, it shows that you haven’t missed anything.
>The local guards are still trying to find the killer, but to no avail it seems.
>They can into rape, but not murder. Fucking Equestria.

>It’s your turn to watch over Fluttershy, Chrysalis taking the day to rest.
>You expected that the stallions had learned from their predecessors.
>But there you are thinking again.
>A few of the larger stallions aren’t shaken by your late-night feat, taking Fluttershy as their own.
>Each thrust is a minute of torture, every slap is a tooth torn from their maw.
>You grimace as the treatment goes on, taking note of their identity.
>They better enjoy their last night amongst the living.
>As the final stallion finishes, you approach the stall calmly, carrying your bag with you.
>As expected, the guard blocks your path, that fucking smile still on his face.

>”Come to join in or try your luck?”
>You shake your head, showing him your bag.
“I thought she could use some food and water, she looks like she hasn’t been fed for days.”
>He sees what you mean, “Nop0ny wants to rut a corpse, go ahead and make it quick.”
>Thinking with his dick again. It’s going to get him killed, but not now. You’ll let the fear sink in first.
>You move beside Fluttershy, freeing her mouth.
>She instinctively closes, thinking you to be just another needy stallion.
>You run your hand through her mane, placing the flask upon her lips.
“It’s going to be alright Fluttershy. I’m here.”

>It was hard to hear her before, and now it’s next to impossible.
>You pull out some bread and let her nibble upon it.
“Don’t speak, just rest.”
>She does as you ask, taking your offering without hesitation.
>You don’t know what it is, but her vulnerability seems to soften you.
“Fluttershy,” you say in a hushed voice as not to be overheard, “This will end soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.”
>You can’t see it, but you can tell she’s pleading you with her eyes.
“These bastards will pay for what they’ve done. They will suffer no matter the cost.”
>You embrace the yellow Pegasus, feeling her tears grace your back.
“They won’t live to see the sun.”

>Night falls, and with it, the perpetrators.
>Should they scream, you mute them.
>Should they resist, you drive harder.
>Should they beg for mercy, you cut all the deeper.
>Nop0ny makes Fluttershy cry. Nop0ny.
>End of Day 2.

>”Anyp0ny! Mares, Stallions, Fillies, Colts! Come forth!”
>The guard has been screaming all morning.
>”Somebody’s not a happy camper. Looks like your plan worked.”
“Of course it worked. The power of fear overcomes all.”
>The guard frenzies about, trying to have someone exact punishment onto Fluttershy.
>The others finish cleaning her out as per instruction.
>You’d spare them, though not with the knowledge that they each used her in the past.
>”Private, I order you to take her!”
>He tries to refute, caring for little more than his own hide, but is unable to combat his superior.

>He reluctantly mounts her, timidly going about the deed.
>”Get into it son, what are you queer?”
>He’s barely able to keep up his chub, let alone properly take her.
>The guardsmen knocks off the private, “You want something done right…”
>He pounds into Fluttershy, her screams intensified tenfold.
>It takes all your will not to kill him right then and there, but Sophie holds you back.
>”Tonight,” she says, “You’ll get him back tonight.”
>And you’ll enjoy every minute of it. That bastard is going to pay.

>You approach once more, the guard blocking you.
>”One time. Just do it.”
“I’ll die before I forcefully take her. Now excuse me…”
>You push past him, and kneel next to her.
“It’s me again. You doing alright?”
>”No speaking with the prisoner.”
>You stand up, cracking your knuckles.
“And who’s going to stop me?”
>He whistles, “That’s the last straw boy, fellas!”
>You smile, his fellow guards standing down.
“Smart move.”

>You hit him square in the nose, knocking him on his ass.
>He wipes away the stream of blood leaking from his nose.
>”You- I’m an officer of the law!”
“And I’m the aspect of justice. Why don’t you run along before I put some force into the next one.”
>You kneel back down to Fluttershy, undoing her gag.
>”You’re going to pay for this! Celestia will not stand for your disrespect.”
>You look at him, your stare cold as ice.
“Fuck Celestia.”
>The guards gasp, backing away nonetheless, back to their barracks in the inn.

>You stay with Fluttershy for several hours, night falling as you attend to her.
>Chrysalis places her hand on your shoulder.
>”It’s time.”
>You nod, looking back to Fluttershy.
“No one is going to hurt you anymore. You have my word.”
>You leave the gag off, Chrysalis taking point to the inn.
>You kick open the door, not even trying to be subtle anymore.
>You punch the first guard in the throat, snapping his neck before he can say a word.
“Did you miss me?”

>Chrysalis saps a trio of their energy, stealing the very life from their bodies.
>”Your tears are delicious.”
>You slice open the last guard’s throat, spraying his blood throughout the room.
>The head guard steps out of his office, Chrysalis knocking him out with a single wave of her hand.
>You wanted to have the privilege of that for yourself.
>”What? At least he’s not dead.”
“You have a point there.”
>You begin to cut into the p0nys’s hides, only beginning your work.

>He finally comes to, bound tight against his chair.
“It’s about time you joined us again. Your friends were so anxious to meet you.”
>You move out of the way, revealing the corpses of his friends behind you.
>Blood drips from their skinned bodies as they dangle from the buildings roof.
>”Doesn’t he like what we did to them?”
“Art is what you make of it right? Everyone seemed to love the six we made the first night, but we only have five here.”
>You look to the guard, frozen in shock, similar to how you looked.
>You brandish your knife, grinning as you run its tip across his chin.
“Let’s make it six.”
>End of Day 3.

>The sun rises on the fourth day, ponies slowly beginning to emerge from their dwelling.
>You and Chrysalis stayed with Fluttershy the whole night, comforting the wounded p0ny.
>Nop0ny is allowed to scream today.
>You hold onto the guard’s royal helmet, blood still coated upon it.
>”Anon?”
>Twilight is the first to confront you.
“Something the matter?”
>She points to your clothing.
>They’re still dripping with blood.
“Oh. How about that. Think Rarity will clean it up?”

>You and Chrysalis laugh together, the crowd silent.
>”What is wrong with you?”
“Me? So many things by your book. Get it, BOOK?” You laugh again, tearing up in joy.
>”Where are the guards?”
“Good question, judging by the sun and the moon… deep in the bowels of Tartarus, I murdered them.”
>”Only half,” Chrysalis corrects.
“Ah yes, thank you Chrysalis.”
>”Chrysalis? She’s-“
“No time for that, I have an important task for you today. Go… fetch Spike for me...”
>End of Day 4.

>You went ahead and freed Fluttershy ahead of schedule, sending her off to Zecora’s hut for some herbal remedy.
>Nobody wants a bastard child, and you’re not letting her go through with that.
>Instead you sit and wait, counting down the minutes.
>A shadow falls upon you, a smile growing across your face.
>”You have gone quite far enough Anon!” she shouts from above.
“Celestia, what an honor this is.”
>She lands, eyes furrowed, “Don’t give me that. You defied my rule, and slew my guards in cold blood.”
“It was quite warm if I recall, but yes, the rest is true.”
>”It has been centuries since the last time I had to slay a subject, but you aren’t really even one of mine…”

“Are you going to talk me to death Celestia, or are we going to fight?”
>She picks you up, your arms flailing around, resistance futile.
>”You are an abomination, and will be dealt with as such.”
“I don’t think so, right Anon?”
>You step to her right, driving your knife under her horn.
“Correct as usual my dear.”
>You snap off her horn, crushing it beneath you.
>”You…”
>She collapses, falling unconscious just after Chrysalis warped back to normal.
>”Next time, you’re the bait.”
“Whatever you say.”

>Several hours pass, quite the crowd forming to view your handiwork.
>Fluttershy stands beside you, still recovering from her ordeal.
“Would you like to do the honors?”
>She nods, stepping forward. She’s progressed a lot since you last spoke, taking what you said to heart.
>”Hear ye! Hear ye! Citizens of Ponyville!”
>It’s so weird hearing her yell, but welcoming at the same time.
>”Let it be known, that on this day the mighty Princess Celestia is no more.”

>You heave on the rope.
>”Her judgment false…”
>You lock the manacles.
>”Her will gone…”
>You take your place at her side, Chrysalis beside her.
>”May she serve to show the result of her lies.”
>You stroke her mane, kicking the trembling Celestia in the rear.
>”Stallions welcome.”

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