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Just (Be)Cause - Chapter 3

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>You drag the grey pony through the dungeon corridors.
>The blood trail has really gone out of control now.
>Damn, someone is going to have a busy day.
>You set the pony over the large stone table.
>Apparently, your aim was a little off.
>You can feel the heavy breathing of the pony.
>It is a stallion, grey coat and white mane.
>His cutie mark was a knife.
>He also wore a fedora.
>Seriously, what the fuck.
>”Water.”
>A pony hands you a bucket of water.
>”Thank you.” You turn to it giving a grateful smile.
>You dump it over.
>The assassin wakes up, screaming.
>You wait till he’s back to his mind, occasionally checking your invisible wrist watch or tapping your foot.
>You sigh once, waiting.
>Once he calms down a bit, you lunged for his neck.
>You slam him to the table repeatedly.
>”Okay, you little blowjob, you’re going to tell me-“
>”ANON!”
>You turn to see Celestia.
>”I got this, honey.” She comes over.
>Oh gee that’s great Celestia but-
>Wait, whut.
>You cringe at the word ‘honey’.
>Whilst your mind processed what was going on, Celestia’s horn begins to glow.
>The pony was shrouded in her magic glow.
>Probably trying to get in his head or something.
>The pony floats up.
>Huh.
>”So what did you mean by-“
>Then it comes crashing down onto the table, and the entire ordeal goes all over again.
>Celestia is shouting questions to the pony.
>She might even kill him.
>”Uhm Celestia-“ You ask.
>Against your Super-ego, you just decide to back away slowly.
>Slowly.
>You join the crowds of servants cowering in the corner.
>The interrogation lasts for several hours.
>By the time she’s done, Celestia’s mane is ruffled, some random strands sticking out.
>She also has a mad look on her face.
>”Uhm, Celestia?”
>”Guess who is on the moon?”
>You retreat to your corner with the scared ponies.
>”I assure you Anonymous, I just lost control back there.”
>”Are you sure?”
>”Well, I try to keep my composure most of the time but-“
>You give a disapproving stare.
>”… Let’s just say there is a reason I was in power for a thousand years.”
>The two of you leave the corridors, following a pair of guards.
>”Did you get a name?”
>”Yes, I extracted it on the first minute.”
>She shoots an evil grin at you.
>You’re not really surprised.
>Celestia’s expression suddenly hardens.
>”The name…”
>She pauses for a while.
>Taking the chance, you ask one more time;
>”So what did you mean by-“
>”Is Luna.”
>Fuuuuuuck.
>You pause.
>”OH, Princess, if you’re going to jest you-“
>You are stopped by her stern glare.
>”Oh, wow.” That’s all you can mutter.
>You soon find yourselves facing the door to Luna’s chambers.
>The two guards nod at each other and kick the door open.
>You can only make out Luna’s bed, some cushions, and an open balcony-
>A single magic bolt strikes the guards and you, knocking the three of you to the ground.
>You are standing right outside of the door, so you’re simply flung out to the wall opposing the door.
>The guards… not much can be same about them.
>Luna reveals herself, laughing heartily at Celestia.
>Celestia looks to you, worried, before turning to her sister, poised.
>You still have no fuck idea on what’s going on.
>You feel for your wrist, at least you’re still armed.
>As if a 5 cm long blade will have anything against magic.
>”Luna, why?”
>”Remember when you told me to be more assertive, sister?”
>Celestia is silent.
>”I’ve decided that I’m sick of your orders, sister.”
>”I want to make my own world.”
>”After all.”
>Luna pauses.
>”Nothing can grow under the great tree.”
>You bite your lip.
>You know those lines.
>*FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHH BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKK*
>Shortly after landing in the middle of a banquet in Canterlot, you’ve been brought to Celestia, everyone unsure what manner of creature you were.
>You still feel for your stomach, searching for that hole you once had.
>You saw two great alicorns on their throne, Celestia and Luna.
>They were keen to know what you were, especially Celestia, thanks to your apparent humorous entry into the banquet.
>You landed on a punch bowl.
>Spaghetti was everywhere.
>Jesus Fuck Christ, Sarah Jessica Parkers everywhere.
>To say you cried like the time your sister dragged you to watch ‘Sex and the City’ is an understatement.
>And good god, these were PASTEL SARAH JESSICA PARKERS
>Oh, how you screamed and ran.
>Next thing you know, you’re being dragged by two armor-clad Sarahs, but the guards didn’t get the reference when you called them such.
>So you called them Steve.
>Fitting, you supposed.
>And then, it all went to hell.
>You met the apparent god-Sarah, who called herself Celestia.
>Oh the laughs you had that day.
>Your side hasn’t recovered till today.
>And your annoying highschooler side won’t stop smirking every time you look back.
>Good times, good times.
>This ‘Celestia’ and a bunch of scholars wanted to know so much about you.
>You taught them how to love.
>And some other obscene things as well.
>Soon enough, you found yourself retreating every time a pony came along.
>For some reason, most of them were females and they were very keen on getting your crotch.
>Something about their mating season, but you figured that’s not related at all.
>Eventually, you were holed up in some tower.
>That’s when you met Luna.
>The lunar princess didn’t seem too keen on socializing, nor your crotch.
>That was good enough for you.
>You quickly friended the pony, letting her do most of the human-related talks while you wrote notes on it.
>One day, Luna inquired you on one aspect of Human Behavior.
>You remember the words perfectly.
>”Good, eve, the ever mighty and handsome Anonymous, may I ask you a question, whilst my magic serves your great human-ness?”
>Okay, you might vaguely remember what happened and ‘vaguely’ isn’t actually a good adjective.
>”Shoot.”
>”Why do humans fight each other?”
>You pause.
>”I guess, it’s because we want to expand.”
>”Go on.” Luna rubs her chin, looking curiously.
>”Humans were always great at forming great civilizations. But we always wanted more. Some didn’t agree with the old ways. So some decided to leave. With or without force.”
>Luna seems taken by this.
>You continue anyway.
>”Sure, there were millions dead, but hey, no pain no gain, right?”
>”Millions?” Luna cocks her head.
>”Oh yeah, definitely. One other thing we humans were good at- breeding.” You smile and shoot finger at her.
>You see Luna’s wings flare up by this statement, but you assumed it was due to a scare.
>”That scary?” You laugh a bit.
>”Yes, indeed, very frightening.” Luna hides her blush.
>”So where was I? Yes- so people broke up, got together, broke again, killed each other, and there was this ‘Hitler’ guy and here we are.”
>”Hitler?”
>”I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
>Luna pauses.
>”But why?”
>”Well, nothing can grow under the great tree.” You give her a smile.
>Wait, did you just flirt?
>And another thing, that was the day you probably made that wrist mechanism. Just a note.
>”Fuuuck.”
>Luna looks over to you, then to her sister.
>”Well, so long sister. And soon- expect company.”
>Luna gives her evil laugh and teleports away.
>Damn, that was another Hitler in the making.
>You slowly rise to the side of Celestia, still shocked.
>”So, I suppose it’s a bad time to ask you why you called me ‘honey’?”

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>You drag the grey pony through the dungeon corridors.
>The blood trail has really gone out of control now.
>Damn, someone is going to have a busy day.
>You set the pony over the large stone table.
>Apparently, your aim was a little off.
>You can feel the heavy breathing of the pony.
>It is a stallion, grey coat and white mane. 
>His cutie mark was a knife.
>He also wore a fedora.

>Seriously, what the fuck.

>”Water.”
>A pony hands you a bucket of water.
>”Thank you.” You turn to it giving a grateful smile.
>You dump it over.

>The assassin wakes up, screaming.
>You wait till he’s back to his mind, occasionally checking your invisible wrist watch or tapping your foot.
>You sigh once, waiting.
>Once he calms down a bit, you lunged for his neck.
>You slam him to the table repeatedly.
>”Okay, you little blowjob, you’re going to tell me-“
>”ANON!”
>You turn to see Celestia.
>”I got this, honey.” She comes over.
>Oh gee that’s great Celestia but-
>Wait, whut.
>You cringe at the word ‘honey’.

>Whilst your mind processed what was going on, Celestia’s horn begins to glow.
>The pony was shrouded in her magic glow.
>Probably trying to get in his head or something.
>The pony floats up.
>Huh.
>”So what did you mean by-“
>Then it comes crashing down onto the table, and the entire ordeal goes all over again.
>Celestia is shouting questions to the pony.
>She might even kill him.
>”Uhm Celestia-“ You ask.
>Against your Super-ego, you just decide to back away slowly.
>Slowly.
>You join the crowds of servants cowering in the corner.

>The interrogation lasts for several hours.
>By the time she’s done, Celestia’s mane is ruffled, some random strands sticking out.
>She also has a mad look on her face.
>”Uhm, Celestia?”
>”Guess who is on the moon?”
>You retreat to your corner with the scared ponies.

>”I assure you Anonymous, I just lost control back there.”
>”Are you sure?”
>”Well, I try to keep my composure most of the time but-“
>You give a disapproving stare.
>”… Let’s just say there is a reason I was in power for a thousand years.”
>The two of you leave the corridors, following a pair of guards.

>”Did you get a name?”
>”Yes, I extracted it on the first minute.”
>She shoots an evil grin at you.
>You’re not really surprised.
>Celestia’s expression suddenly hardens.
>”The name…”
>She pauses for a while.
>Taking the chance, you ask one more time;
>”So what did you mean by-“
>”Is Luna.”

>Fuuuuuuck.
>You pause.
>”OH, Princess, if you’re going to jest you-“
>You are stopped by her stern glare.
>”Oh, wow.” That’s all you can mutter.

>You soon find yourselves facing the door to Luna’s chambers.
>The two guards nod at each other and kick the door open.
>You can only make out Luna’s bed, some cushions, and an open balcony-
>A single magic bolt strikes the guards and you, knocking the three of you to the ground.
>You are standing right outside of the door, so you’re simply flung out to the wall opposing the door.
>The guards… not much can be same about them.
>Luna reveals herself, laughing heartily at Celestia.
>Celestia looks to you, worried, before turning to her sister, poised.
>You still have no fuck idea on what’s going on.
>You feel for your wrist, at least you’re still armed.
>As if a 5 cm long blade will have anything against magic.

>”Luna, why?”
>”Remember when you told me to be more assertive, sister?”
>Celestia is silent.
>”I’ve decided that I’m sick of your orders, sister.”
>”I want to make my own world.”
>”After all.”
>Luna pauses.
>”Nothing can grow under the great tree.”

>You bite your lip.
>You know those lines.

>*FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHH BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKK*

>Shortly after landing in the middle of a banquet in Canterlot, you’ve been brought to Celestia, everyone unsure what manner of creature you were.
>You still feel for your stomach, searching for that hole you once had.
>You saw two great alicorns on their throne, Celestia and Luna.
>They were keen to know what you were, especially Celestia, thanks to your apparent humorous entry into the banquet.
>You landed on a punch bowl.
>Spaghetti was everywhere.

>Jesus Fuck Christ, Sarah Jessica Parkers everywhere.
>To say you cried like the time your sister dragged you to watch ‘Sex and the City’ is an understatement.
>And good god, these were PASTEL SARAH JESSICA PARKERS
>Oh, how you screamed and ran.
>Next thing you know, you’re being dragged by two armor-clad Sarahs, but the guards didn’t get the reference when you called them such.
>So you called them Steve.
>Fitting, you supposed.

>And then, it all went to hell. 
>You met the apparent god-Sarah, who called herself Celestia.
>Oh the laughs you had that day.
>Your side hasn’t recovered till today.
>And your annoying highschooler side won’t stop smirking every time you look back.
>Good times, good times.

>This ‘Celestia’ and a bunch of scholars wanted to know so much about you.
>You taught them how to love.
>And some other obscene things as well.

>Soon enough, you found yourself retreating every time a pony came along.
>For some reason, most of them were females and they were very keen on getting your crotch.
>Something about their mating season, but you figured that’s not related at all.
>Eventually, you were holed up in some tower.
>That’s when you met Luna.

>The lunar princess didn’t seem too keen on socializing, nor your crotch.
>That was good enough for you.
>You quickly friended the pony, letting her do most of the human-related talks while you wrote notes on it.
>One day, Luna inquired you on one aspect of Human Behavior.

>You remember the words perfectly.

>”Good, eve, the ever mighty and handsome Anonymous, may I ask you a question, whilst my magic serves your great human-ness?”

>Okay, you might vaguely remember what happened and ‘vaguely’ isn’t actually a good adjective.

>”Shoot.”
>”Why do humans fight each other?”
>You pause.
>”I guess, it’s because we want to expand.”
>”Go on.” Luna rubs her chin, looking curiously.
>”Humans were always great at forming great civilizations. But we always wanted more. Some didn’t agree with the old ways. So some decided to leave. With or without force.”
>Luna seems taken by this.
>You continue anyway.
>”Sure, there were millions dead, but hey, no pain no gain, right?”
>”Millions?” Luna cocks her head.
>”Oh yeah, definitely. One other thing we humans were good at- breeding.” You smile and shoot finger at her.
>You see Luna’s wings flare up by this statement, but you assumed it was due to a scare.
>”That scary?” You laugh a bit.
>”Yes, indeed, very frightening.” Luna hides her blush.
>”So where was I? Yes- so people broke up, got together, broke again, killed each other, and there was this ‘Hitler’ guy and here we are.”
>”Hitler?”
>”I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
>Luna pauses.
>”But why?”
>”Well, nothing can grow under the great tree.” You give her a smile.

>Wait, did you just flirt?

>And another thing, that was the day you probably made that wrist mechanism. Just a note.

>”Fuuuck.”
>Luna looks over to you, then to her sister.
>”Well, so long sister. And soon- expect company.”
>Luna gives her evil laugh and teleports away.
>Damn, that was another Hitler in the making.
>You slowly rise to the side of Celestia, still shocked.

>”So, I suppose it’s a bad time to ask you why you called me ‘honey’?”

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