Title:           Quietude
Author:          Omnee_Potent
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First Edit:      Monday 5th of January 2015 01:58:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 5th of January 2015 02:02:32 PM CDT

(These were directed at me)
>Your imagination.
>A quiet room.
>No distractions.
>Some soft ambient music. (I used https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pnzd0mB990s)
 
>Day Quietude in Equestria
>You are Anonymous.
>And this morning is a morning unlike any other.
>You've been buying sound-baffling foam from Manehatten for weeks now, and your new room is just about done.
>The basement has been turned into the perfect recording studio.
>If only you had a microphone...
>...
>Oh well, maybe you can just get one of those soundstones from Porchlight Spackle.
>Those can record sound magically, right?
>Ah, wait.
>She's at the spa with Flutterbutt today.
>No chance of seeing her without also seeing the yellow menace.
>Hm...
>Well, you haven't had a day to yourself in a long time, what with Fluttershit storming in every morning.
>And no one's gonna barge in here anyway.
>You hid the entrance beneath your couch.
>There's a secret exit into the bushes behind your house, too.
>Just in case.
>Time to shake hands with the pope.
"Mene mene, tekel u-pharsin."
>Light flares out from the center of the room as the space in front of you rips itself apart.
>His Holiness Francis stands before you, a soft and loving smile on his face.
>"Ah, Anonymous, it is so wonderful to be called here by you."
>His smile widens, and you see tears form in the corners of his eyes.
"Your Holiness, m-may I?"
>"Of course, my son."
>Pope Francis extends his weathered hand towards you.
>You grasp it firmly, feeling the strength of his conviction, but also the boundlessness of his love.
>Tears stream down both your faces.
>This is what it feels like to meet this guy?
>You should've done it sooner.
>The air in the room begins to waver, flowing inward towards His Holiness.
>"Ah, it would seem that my time here is up. Be well, Anonymous."
>All you can do is nod and sob at his words.
>The center of the room grows bright once more, and when it fades, the pope is gone.
>You can feel his love surging through you.
>It's time to bless the ponies of this town.
 
>You exit through the bushes, and take off towards the spa.
>Time to give Fluttershy and Porchlight your love.
>As you approach the spa, you see Purplesmart and Yellowquiet push the doors open.
>Fluttershy quickly notices your presence, and you see clear liquid splash the ground behind her.
"Good afternoon ladies. I've come to let you know something very important."
>You swear you can see hearts in Fluttershy's eyes.
>Twilight is sweating so much her coat has turned glossy.
>Ew.
>Yet you cannot bring yourself to feel repulsed by them.
>The light of the LORD will cleanse their souls.
>You whisper the sacred phrase again.
"Mene mene, tekel u-pharsin."
>And the light of the LORD erupts from the heavens.
>You feel an intense heat, more agonizing than the sun could ever be, and then no more.
>Twilight gasps in awe, and Fluttershy bows reverently.
"This world is unclean."
"It must be purged."
>Spears of light explode from the skies- and are instantly dispelled.
>You hear a snicker.
>An unearthly roars resounds across Equestria, shattering windows, hearts, and eardrums alike.
>A humongous botfly emerges from the ground, and snickers at you.
>"Foolish human, did you not know what effect calling the pope would have?"
>"The barriers between worlds were weakened enough for me to slip through, and now Equestria is mine."
"B-but the LORD will surely-"
>"The 'lord' you speak of is false. It was me the whole time."
>"I am Beelzebub, ruler of the leagues of hell, and you are now mine."
>There is a sudden extreme pain in your head, as though a million minds occupied it simultaneously and were all extinguished together.
 
>Some time later...
 
>Day ??? in Equestria(?)
>You don't know how long this has been going on, but it sure seems like forever.
>You've been balls deep in this pony for something like 6 weeks now.
>She's drowning in pleasure and her own juices.
>Greg, your roommate wasn't so lucky. He had to pleasure Applejack's dog.
>Poor little demon.
>Beelzebub walks up and pats you on the back, like a father to his son.
>You are Anonymous, and today wasn't so bad after all.