Title: Return of happening part 1 Author: Riskquestria Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/n96WF6Vi First Edit: Saturday 24th of August 2013 02:02:40 AM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 24th of August 2013 02:02:40 AM CDT Day things STILL aren't looking up for Spitfire in riskquestria   >You are spitfire >things are starting to look better >Your empire is a young one, but not to be underestimated >You don't remember what you did to anger Discord, but if he wants a challenge then he can have one >Apparently some other nations are tired of Discord's shit too, rallying together to put an end to him >You made a brilliant tactical move today, pounding through Discords forces, across the island, and right into his home turf >There was nothing that was going to stop you from winning THIS game >"PRINCESS CHOP" wait, what? >BLAM >the last thing you remember seeing was Celestia standing over you >"Like that Discord? Did I do it right" >Ominous Laughter surrounds you as you fade out of consciousness >Darkness   >As consciousness slowly comes to you, you can't help but feel deja vu. >Have you been here before? >Before you can think on it some more, the lights flash on and it all starts to fall together >In front of you is Celestia, a sad look on her face C...Celestia?  Are you here to liberate me again? >The look on her darkens, you swear you see a tear in her eye >"I'm afraid there is no liberation for you today" W....what do you mean? >As you say this, the door swings open, in stepping no other than Discord himself Celestia please you have to end this now! >"Im sorry spitfire, but the gears are already in motion Swear to god celestia, I will find a way to take revenge on you if its the last thing i do! >As she walks out of the room, you lay a curse on her name, swearing that your vengence would be swift and unending >"Well now spitty, where were we?" >With a snap of his fingers, one discord becomes 5 and a look of despair crosses your face >"This is going to be fun..."   4 HOURS LATER >you are Discord >and you are daresay, getting bored of this mare >The >rape was fine for a while, but its just more of the same >The never ending anal bead chain was fun for a bit too, but like most things, gets old. >Your favorite part was turning her into a little car that you could steer with your dick. >You even had her grow a dick and fuck herself! and yet, all good things must come to an end >"Alright Spits, its been fun, but I have a war to wage >As you finish speaking you draw a large hammer from behind your back, raising it with the intent to put spitfire out of her misery >She whimpers in fear, for a moment, before accepting her demise. >When out of nowhere- >BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM >the door is torn off its hinges as fire explodes down the hallways   >You are now Spitfire >You have accepted death, maybe now you can finally be set free >As discord readies himself to end you forever, a huge explosion rips through the facility >Almost knocked off his feet, Discord stumbles to the side giving you a clear view of the doorway >In a blur, none other than Rainbow Dash flies through the door, gun in hand >As quickly as RD had come in, Discord snaps his fingers, teleporting out of the room >"I'll get you, you bastard" >She flies back out of the room, leaving you to your miserable fate. >You are stuck there for a while, still bound in the center of the room >The building shakes a few times, signs of war being brought to the outside >After a while the lights flicker out, and the emergency lights flash on >There are no lights in your room, but some manages to creep in from the hallway >Will you be forgotten? >Is anyone coming to help you? >Are they doing to bomb this whole building, burying you to never be seen again? >You start to cry to yourself again, already having given up hope... >"Is anyone still here?" >That voice... your weakened mind tries to recall whose it is >"Hello? PLEASE still be here" >The man was close, you could hear him talking to himself >"oh god, Rainbow said she saw some orange mare back here when chasing Discord" >Was he looking for you >You try to yell out, but little sound comes from behind your gags >"Spitfire... SPITFIRE WHERE ARE YOU?" >As he shouts, he almost walks by without looking inside >He double takes as he sees your beaten form >"Spitfire.. oh my god, thank god you are still alive" >You would recognize that face anywhere >Even behind all that battle rattle, even with the gask mask muffling his voice, you could still recognize him anywhere >Ponybro >As he starts undoing your bonds, the stress of the situation finally catches up to you, forcing you into a deep slumber   >You are now Ponybro >After rescuing Spitfire, you brought her back to your capital to recuperate >You talked with the doctors and the psychiatrists >They said that you were mentally unfit to keep leading, that no nation would be able to rise to your banner again >The physical damage was extensive... but she would make a full recovery >You wish you could spend more time with her, but the war is never ending, Celestia's forces pushing in with a surprise attack from the south had all your attention focused on saving your people. >When you did manage to spend time with her, she had changed. >Lost were the fire in her eyes, the determination to keep fighting >Its as if she had lost the battle, lost the will to continue >You couldn't stand seeing her like this >It almost broke you on the inside when she started calling you master >Sure it was kinky in the bedroom, but then it started coming out in regular conversations >You couldn't take her to diplomatic meetings anymore, in fear that she would say something to make people think you a slave owner >One day things took a turn even worse >She had taken up a habit of asking you to punish her >Its almost like she was mentally subverting herself to you or anyone else >The doctors didn't know what to say, they had never seen anything like this before >the only thing they could say is they were thankful that Discord had been killed before he could do this to anyone else. >You started refusing to punish her, telling her to be more assertive >She said she had brought shame and unhappiness to her, pleading and eventually begging to be punished >You refused and went to bed without continuing the conversation >When you awoke that morning, your bed was empty >You went into the kitchen and almost threw up >On the floor laid Spitfire, kitchen knife in hand >She had taken the knife and mutilated her own wings >A note on the ground said it all >"If master wont punish me, he must want me to punish myself"   >You had rushed her to the hospital, she had lost a lot of blood >The doctors couldn't save her wings, and she had fallen into a coma they feared she wouldn't wake up from >On the inside you were torn to pieces, but on the outside you had to show strength >Enemies were at your borders and you had no time to grieve, you had to be strong >It came as a shock to you when the Doctors gave you that fatefull call >Spitfire had taken a turn for the worse, something about a blood clot, and it was suspected she didn't have long >You rushed back to the hospital, intent on seeing her one last time >As you went in the room, there she was >Laying as peacefully as she had when you last saw her >You saw the heart monitor, beeping slower and slower >slower and slower...... >Tears formed, you got your dress uniform wet >Why did this have to happen, why did she have to be this way >As the heart monitor let out one final beep, it flatlined, alarming the personel to the situation >She wouldn't make it back >With one last regretful look, you turned and left, intent on getting revenge on those that did this to both her and you.