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DAY 6
 
>But when you open your eyes, it isn't Celestia that's looking at you.
>It's a pair of light cerulean blue eyes covered in puffy pink hair.
>It's Pinkie Pie.
>And...
>You blink away the cloudy remnants of your nights sleep.
>This doesn't look like a dream world.
>Somehow you lucked out.
>She must have been too busy with Gilda to oversee your dream state.
>You breathe deeply, inhaling Pinkie's sweet scent.
>The vibration of which causes her to stir.
"Oh master. You're awake. Did you *yawn* sleep... well..."
>Her eyes flutter back downward.
>But she still manages to scoot herself closer to you as she does so.
>As her thighs press against you, you can feel...
>Oh wow she's wet.
>You give her a little shake, not really caring to exude the energy to spank her for falling back asleep.
"Oh master. You're awake. Did you *yawn* sleep... well..."
>Unfortunately, you won't allot her the same privilege a second time.
>Reaching down, you position your hand over her firm rear.
>But as it hovers, you can't help but harden at the thought of her punishment.
>And a better idea comes to light.
>You shift her weight slightly to the side and reach down touching her marehood.
>Sopping wet.
>You can coat the entirety of your finger just by running it along the puffy outside.
>The sensation causes her to stir once more.
"Oh master. You're awake. Did you *yawn* sleep... Oh woweee!."
>You dick slips easily inside.
>And the farther you push inside her, the closer your two bodies come.
>When you're hilted all the way, you lean down and whisper into her ear.
"If you make a peep, I stop. Understood?"
>She blinks the sleep out of her eyes and starts to protest.
>Only to stop when she feels you pulling out.
>You feel her hooves on your back desperately trying pushing you back inside.
"Are you going to be a good girl then?"
>She nods hastily.
>And quietly.
"Good girl. You can talk again when I cum."
>You grab her back and push your two bodies together once again.
>Her mouth opens against your bare chest but no words comes out.
>So you begin to slowly shake your hips back and forth.
>The slickness coats you well and you're met with absolutely no resistance as you do so.
>You let out an embellished moan.
>Normally you'd just let it come naturally, but since you're talking for two - you might need to play it up a bit.
"That's perfect Pinkie. Just like that. Your pussy is amazing."
>You laugh.
"Pinkie's perfect pussy."
>It's obvious she desperately wants to say something, but amazingly she keeps her composure.
>Instead she croons her neck downward and begins to lap at your chest with her tongue.
>Her warm tongue travels as far down as her neck will allow and then back up, veering to the right slightly.
>She rounds it off where she first began and then does the entire thing over again.
>After her third round, it finally dawns on you what she's doing.
>She drawing a heart on your chest with her tongue.
>Interesting way to communicate, but allowable.
>You told her she couldn't speak, nothing was mentioned about writing,
>Clever girl.
>In response, you simultaneously reward her creativity by speeding up,
>And punish her obstinance by paddling her rump with your hand.
>Though to be honest it seems that it isn't really that much of a punishment.
>With each slap of your hand, her pussy tightens and she increases her already fervent pace.
>Until she can't keep up any longer and concedes defeat, encircling her hooves behind your back and clinging on for dear life.
>On every thrust you let out a grunt of pleasure.
>While normally not the most vocal person during sex, the sadistic pleasure of partaking in something you're denying Pinkie more than makes up for the expended effort.
>You honestly didn't expect as big a thrill as you're getting from this.
>Maybe it's just something about the way Pinkie looks.
>Always on the verge of a scream she's never allowed to vocalize.
>A moan always hanging out on the edge of her lips.
>And still nothing.
>It must be driving her absolutely mad.
>Just like the thought of denying her such pleasure is driving you absolutely mad.
>Until you can't take it anymore and let out a massive stream of cum into her quivering pussy.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!"
>Pinkie lets out a blood curdling wail of ecstasy.
>Before finally collapsing into a puddle of pink fur on top of you.
>You just laugh.
"How was it Pinkie?"
>She doesn't respond, having to take a minute to catch her breathe.
>But when she does...
"It... was... AMAZING! It's ALWAYS amazing with you master!"
>You ruffle her mane.
>"Good to hear... Literally. I think the entire castle heard."
>Her already pink cheeks go three shades pinker at that.
"It's just after holding it in for so long... I'm not sure what came over me."
"Probably what came in you I imagine."
>Speaking of...
>You pull out your half flaccid rod and small dribble of semen comes with it.
>Pinkie's blush darkens an extra shade as she lift herself up and peaks at her crotch.
>It cute seeing her blush. You almost didn't think she had any inhibitions at all.
>Reaching down, she gingerly touches her privates and catches the semen as it drips.
>With a coy look in your direction, she brings the load to her nose and sniffs.
>Before sticking out her tongue at lapping it up.
>When she sees your pleased look, she repeats the process until her once dirty pussy is spotless.
>You pull her into a final embrace before stepping onto the cold marble floor.
>Sending a visible shiver runs down your spine.
>Pinkie gives a concerned look from the bed.
"Something wrong master?"
>You just shake your head.
"No. It's just a bit chilly is all. Nothing a pair of clothes won't fix. We don't all have fur you know."
>She smiles and nods her head.
>Grabbing the blanked with her teeth, she rolls herself into a ball and stares at you as you get dressed.
>After completing your morning 'getting ready' ritual, you return to find her deep in thought.
>You give her a nudge.
"Something on your mind?"
>With the serenity broken, she shakes her head of whatever thought she was holding and pushes her head into the hand you nudged her with.
"No. I'm sure it's nothing master. Thank you for an awesome night and a even awesome-er morning."
>Your skeptical about her answer, but you don't care enough to pry.
>So you leave her be.
>After a quick exchange of saliva, you allow her use of your room while you go begin your day.
>Right as you leave, you peak back one last time to see her visibly shiver and wrap the blanket tighter around her form.
"Hm..."
>The door shuts with a clang.
>And you make your way to...
>To where?
>Shit. There's a 100 different things that need your attention.
>You've obligated yourself to so many different things, it'll be damn near impossible to get to them all today.
>...
>You can't even remember them all!
>Oh wow.
>Well, this is the exact moment a competent non-pet maid / assistant would come in handy now isn't it?
>So that's exactly who you set off to find.
>You open the door to Pinkie's room to find Octavia sitting on the bed staring at her hooves.
>A tiny bit of surprise shows on her face when she looks up to see you standing in the doorway.
>But she recovers quickly, jumping off the bed to give a respectful bow and placing herself at your disposal.
>The thought briefly crosses your mind to ask if something was wrong, but for some reason it just doesn't come out.
>Instead you selfishly explain your need for organization.
>And place that need on her shoulders.
"O-Of course master. We can make an itinerary right now if it pleases you."
>You sigh as the momentary panic leaves your body.
>An itinerary. That's perfect.
"Yeah. I think that's just what I need Octavia."
>You grab the only chair in the room and seat yourself across from the bed, motioning for her to have a seat.
"Alright. Lets see. How about we start at the bottom and work our way up?"
>She nods.
"Fluttershy is fully broken. Nothing on the table for her currently. Visitation only."
>You ignore the blink of unknown emotion.
"Pinkie Pie too. But she just fully gave in today so I want to do something special with her real soon. Make a note of that."
>She pulls out a notepad from her dress and begins to write.
"Lets see. Rainbow Dash and Applejack. Neither have fully submitted but both are close. I've recently assigned Applejack to Rainbow's care so I need to check up on how that's going."
>More scribbling.
"And I promised to move them in together... at some point."
>You bite your cheek in thought.
"Rarity is having a bit of trouble adjusting> My fault I'm afraid. I haven't been able to give her as much time as the others. By the way are the suits done?"
>Octavia continues to write for a few more seconds before realizing she's being talked too.
"Ah... Yes master The seamstress said she'd have them done by this morning. I had planned to pick them up a bit later... But I can pick them up immediately if that is your wish!"
>You wave a dismissive hand.
"Soon. Really, whenever is fine. As long as I have them for the walk we take into town."
>You nod at the notepad.
"That's Rarities activity by the way. I think it's time she shows her new self off to the town."
>Octavia nods and begins her furious scribbling once more.
"The remaining pet is Twilight Sparkle. Completely unbroken. She failed her test and has to take a makeup. And we desperately need some one on one corruption time."
>Octavia looks up.
"Corruption time master?"
>You laugh.
"Wow that sounds evil. I just meant I need some one on one time with her to show her that her beloved Celestia isn't as pure as she believes and that I would be a more suitable mentor."
>Octavia blinks, nods, and goes back to writing.
"You know Celestia actually sold her out? I gave her a choice between servicing her guards, a tentacle monster, or her student and she actually chose Twilight."
>Octavia makes a weird face but doesn't look. She just continues to write.
"Well anyway. Speaking of Celestia, she should get an honorable mention somewhere on there. I have training with her every night in my dreams."
>Octavia writes something, then marks through, and tries again, only to scratch that out as well.
"Master, can you clarify Celestia? I'm afraid I don't understand."
"Ah... I suppose it is a bit complicated if you don't have previous knowledge of it. With Celestia being an Alicorn, her training is having to take place somewhere a little weird."
"In... your dreams?"
>You nod.
"Apparently due to how magic affects me, I can be a God in my dreams. Even to Nightmare Moon. Go figure."
>She takes a second to digest the information and then turns back to her notepad.
"Also make a note that Celestia still has a choice to make between losing her horn, Twilight's horn, or 20 random townsponies horns. It's an ultimatum I gave to see if she was truly altruistic. I was kind of cheeky with my wording saying she has until morning. But morning is a bit subjective right now."
>You wink.
>But Octavia doesn't notice, too engrossed in her notepad to look up.
"Now lets see. Oh... We have you to deal with too don't we?"
>That breaks her concentration.
"Me master?"
"Yes. I have the second half of your wish to grant remember? The maids have been dealt with and now it's the guard's turn."
>She makes a tiny note in the margin.
"My wish..."
"Yes. I'm pretty sure the maids have learned their lesson, but do tell if they act out in some way."
>A sincere smile graces her lips.
>But disappears just as quick.
>She immediately throws herself back into her note taking.
"What else... I want to see Gilda at some point. Make a note of that. And the maid too."
>She nods in time with each stroke of her pen.
"As a standing order, never let me forget to check up on a pone that's underwent... punishment under my direct involvement. I refuse to be that type of person."
>Never mind that there are five 'mares' being used as latrines somewhere in the castle.
"Alright. That just leaves Nightmare Moon."
>Octavia shifts slightly at the name.
"Obviously, if she gives a direct order it'll first. But I was thinking of setting some time aside just for her."
>Her eyes widen.
"You... are going to try to make time for the Empress...?"
>You laugh.
"I was just thinking of doing something special for her is all. It's a half baked idea right now, so don't read too much into it. She just reached out yesterday and I thought it was my turn to do the same."
>The note she makes about that one is quite lengthy...
>When she's done, she looks up expectantly.
"I think we're done Octavia. Good job. I won't say I've remembered everything, but I dare to think I've made quite a dent."
>You breathe in.
>And let out a shuddering breathe.
"Wow. I feel much better now that I have a semi coherent plan."
>Octavia makes a final note and looks up.
"But master... you did not tell me which of these you actually wanted to do first."
>Oh.
>Whoops
"Well, I suppose that might be helpful now wouldn't it?"
>You click your tongue and think for a minute.
"Alright. Twilight first. She's dangerously undisciplined. And that needs to be rectified. Now."
"Very well master."
>She makes a small note.
Afterwards, Rarity. Have her dressed in her outfit and waiting for me. But don't tell her anything. That privilege belongs to me alone."
>Another small note.
"Annnd... Well that's it for now. We'll see how this pans out and make any further plans accordingly."
>Patting your leg in satisfaction, you stand.
"Good talk Octavia. Very good. I don't know why, but talking to you always seems to get things sorted out in my head."
>It's true too. There's just something about saying things aloud that allows you to categorize your thoughts.
>You outlined all your tasks, got a schedule figured out, made appointments for all your pets.
>And Nightmare Moon
>And Celestia...
>Disclosing in the process, the state secret that the one pone capable of stopping Nightmare Moon (and by extension - you) isn't locked away in some ethereal prison, but held up in the castle.
>And she isn't fully trained yet. Or at all. In the slightest.
>Huh...
" *Ahem* That being said, Octavia. While in my servitude you may become... privy to some rather private information. I cannot stress how important it is that it remains private, understood?"
>You can't read her expression.
>But she nods.
"That isn't good enough Octavia. I need to hear you say it."
>Her mouth forms a little 'O'
>And she lowers her head into a humble bow before speaking.
"I am loyal to the crown master. I am loyal to the empress. I am loyal to you. I understand the punishment for disobedience and... it is not something I ever wish to experience."
>You have to hand it to her, she does give a convincing speech.
>And fortunately her word is all you have, so you just have to trust her.
>After all, she's never let you down before.
>So it'll have to do.
>Just ignore that foreboding feeling...
>You turn and leave the bowing mare.
>When you reach the door, the door handle is left untouched for a few brief moments.
>Without looking back, you speak.
"You can do well here Octavia. Don't fuck it up."
>The door slams behind you as you exit.
>From here there are two options.
>You can wallow in what ifs and maybes.
>Or not. Simple as that.
>...
>Meh, wallowing just isn't fun.
>You laugh at nothing in particular and head to Twilight's room.
>Donning your best shit eating grin, you sling the door open.
"Oh, fuc-"
>You sling yourself down just in time to avoid a very pointy looking object whizzing directly at your head.
"Die!"
>Rolling to your right, another object is denied entry into your soft, supple flesh.
"DIE!-DIE!-DIE!-DIE!-DIE!"
>No thank you. You would very much like to avoid doing that...
>But still, the pointy objects are trying their ponty best.
>Still, tempting as it is to let them impale you, you decide to try and not die.
>That is until you slip up.
>It was inevitable really.
>An agile man, you are not. It's really amazing you made it as long as you did.
>From the very first tuck and roll, you knew were fucked...
>What you didn't expect was how time seemed to slow in your final moments.
>All it took was one trip and you landed flat on your back.
>Watching in horror as a sharpened wooden stick flew straight at your chest.
>Sad. You don't even have anything profound to say.
>Your last thought being that the sharp wooden object looks an awful lot like the leg to the table...
>Thump...
>The makeshift spear hits your chest and immediately looses all momentum, falling harmlessly in your lap.
"Hah..."
>If time slow down before, it positively freezes as you extend your arm to pick up the offensive projectile.
>Rolling it in your fingers a few times, you look up to see Twilight staring in disbelief.
>Before three more pieces lift themselves into the air and launch at you.
>Only to join their brother, lying docile on the ground.
"No..."
>Twilight recoils in disbeleif.
"No. Please. No..."
"Hah."
>You smile.
"Hah!"
>And throw the piece of wood in no particular direction.
"Hahaha~!"
>Standing, you dust yourself off just in time to greet two guards and Octavia rushing into the room.
"Sir! We heard a commotion. Sir! Is everything alright? Sir!"
>You fold your hands behind your head, look to the ceiling, and let loose deep, throaty laughter.
>Somewhere you can hear a pone repeating the word 'No,' over and over to herself.
>But the jubilation of being alive overtakes all other feelings at the moment.
>Quick as it comes, it goes just as fast.
>And you feel adrenaline leaving your system and your body settling down.
>Till your sober enough address your audience.
"Thank you for coming so quick, just a bit of a game is all. Nothing to worry about."
>While Octavia smartly keeps quiet, the guards...not as bright.
>They anxiously look around the room.
" Sir! ... A... a game? Sir?"
"That's what I said. Now leave us be."
>They look at the wooden spokes, then at each, and finally back then back to you.
"S-Sir! Are you being threatened!? We can protect you if you are! Just blink twice for yes!"
>You blink once.
"I said it's a game and I meant it. Leave. Now."
>They practically stumble over themselves trying to follow you command.
>Shame really. What if you had been in trouble... It really should take more than just a firm voice for them to leave.
>Octavia surveys the scene once more before giving a slight bow and taking her leave as well.
>When the door closes, you turn to Twilight.
"Valiant effort Twilight, I'll give you that. You were a miserable failure and will be punished accordingly, but valiant effort nonetheless."
>Her hooves collapse under her and she stares dead eyed a the lifeless makeshift spears.
"It was so perfect... So perfect. It was supposed to work... Why didn't it work...? Magic doesn't affect you, but what about the laws of essence."
>She blinks and looks at you.
"What ARE you!?"
>You laugh.
"I'm your master Twilight."
>She breaks down.
>Utterly and completely.
>Tears stream from her face as she she loses all sense of self, wallowing in pure grief.
>You shut the door slowly and walk to her, putting your hands on her mane.
>Slowly, you begin to rub her back as a mother would a crying child.
>It's meant to be comforting.
>It isn't.
>She recoils at the touch and a scream echoes in sync with her cries of misery.
"Don't TOUCH me! Don't you DARE touch me ever again!"
>One by one the shredded pieces of furniture begin to radiate with a purple glow.
"Never again! Never *sob* again!"
>Until the entire room is alight.
>And things begin to spin.
>Round and round.
>Round and round.
>Round and... fuck this is dizzying.
>Every now and then an odd or end makes contact with your being only to harmlessly bounce to the side.
>When the bed is added to the fray, you decide you've had quite enough.
"Bad girl."
>Twilight immediately drops to the floor, convulsing in pain.
>Punishment collars.
>How the Hell did you forget she was wearing a punishment collar?
>Twice now this has happened.
>Twice!
>What is it about being in a life or death situation that makes you so fucking stupid?
>You inwardly groan as objects begin to fall around you.
>The bed comes first, landing far away from either of you with a loud THUNK.
>As the other objects follow, you calmly make your way over to the now retching Twilight.
>Until something hits you.
>Hard.
>Stars dance in front of your vision as you stumble, frantically looking for the perpetrator.
>But all that catches your eye is a book, Pone Playtime: Beginners Basics.
>Huh.Odd.
>There's nopone else around and Twilight certainly wasn't the cause.
>The only logical conclusion is it must have dropped onto your head when things were falling.
>...
>Oh.
>You bend down to pick up the heavy book, ignoring the ever growing sounds of gurgling asphyxiation.
>Absentmindedly, you rub the knot on the top of your head.
>Oh shit.
>Frantically you look at Twilight.
>But she seems to be in too much pain to have taken notice.
>You throw the book to the side and call off the collar.
>With a final twitch, Twilight's body acclimates back to a position of non-torment.
>Fortunately the psychological effect still lingers, prompting Twilight to curl into tight ball and cry into her hooves.
>You rub the knot again.
>And thank your lucky fucking Gods that Twilight did not see what just transpired.
>You honestly don't know the full ramifications just yet, but you know it isn't good.
>Just one more thing to add to your list of ever growing worries.
>Sigh.
>Bending over, you pick Twilight up and carefully shuttle over to the bed.
>That thankfully landed upright.
>And strangely enough with all its pillows and sheets perfectly in tact.
>Pone magic is weird.
>It seems its all proving a bit too much for poor Twilight's resolve as she no longer puts up a fight, instead choosing to remain docile in your lap as you pet her like a dog.
>Gently you run you fingers through her mane, massaging the flesh underneath as you glide downward.
"Shh Twilight, it'll be alright."
>Will it though?
>You mean... she did just try to murder you.
>Actually murder you.
>Now, she did fail miserably but the intent stands.
>And she may try again.
>Fuck what if she tries again?
"What am I going to do with you Twilight? You're really not making this easy on me."
>Her tears are beginning to soak through your shirt, but otherwise makes no signal that she hears you.
"And God help us both if Nightmare Moon finds out what you did."
>Still nothing.
"And what about your friends huh? You do know I am the only one keeping them alive right now right? What do you think will happen to them when I'm gone?"
>She shudders.
>So she is listening.
"Oh, so now you start to think about the consequences. That's right Twilight, your actions don't affect just you. They have long reaching ramifications to your friends."
>She's actually clinging to you now.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."
>You shift your hand and grab one of her ears, rolling the velvety material between your fingers gently.
>She shivers at the unwelcome touch.
"Hm? Don't like that? Well you're free to try and stop me anytime you wish."
>...
"That's what I thought."
>You rub harder.
"Are you finally begining understand Twilight?"
>Growing bored, you move your fingers downward, trailing the crevices of her body.
"Do you finally see that this is your life now? That you can't escape? How there is nothing you can do."
>Slipping your hand underneath, you rub her belly.
"I have you. I have your so called 'friends' (who are here because of you)."
"I have the fucking sun Goddess, Twilight. I have everything."
>Slowly, ever so slowly, your hand caresses its way to her thigh.
"And you? What do you have?"
>The skin there is very supple.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
>Without warning, you slip a finger inside her causing her to clinch in instant panic.
>She's still a virgin and without her being wet, it's actually quite difficult to probe around.
>But you make do.
"nooo..."
>How she does it with hooves you'll never know, but somehow Twilight grips your shirt.
"No? And what will you do about it Twilight? What CAN you do about it?"
>She begins to shake her head.
"Nooo. Nonono..."
>You swat her rump with your hand.
"Be quiet and accept it already!"
"NO! NONONO!"
>Round two is a go as objects begin to levitate once more.
>You sigh.
"Bad girl.
"Hrrrk..."
>And just like that, things fall right back into place as Twilight spasms in your lap.
>Briefly you register her pussy twitching around your finger.
>Something you'll have remember for later...
>When you call the collar off, she returns once more to her docile state.
>Or so you thought.
>But her eyes are still defiant, tear filled as they may be.
"Do you still hold out hope Twilight? Am I really going to have to go through this with you every few minutes?"
>She sniffs.
"Yes. Until I'm free or dead I will never give in. After what you did to me last..."
>You interrupt her.
"After what I did last time? That's what got you so upset!?" Twilight, you've gotten off easy so far!"
>You slip your finger out from her pussy and wrap your hands around her frame, turning her around to meet you fully.
"I can do so much worse than that Twilight. That was absolutely nothing."
>Her lip curls.
"Nothing!? You raped me!"
"I've raped TONS of pones! Who cares? And a forced blowjob is hardly rape."
>Her horn starts to glow again, but you gesture symbolically at your neck.
"Lets keep this civil now."
>She gets the message and stops.
>Regardless of her words, she is learning.
"You're disgusting. Why do you do this! Why!? What did we ever do to you?"
>You laugh.
"Well actually, you attacked me first remember?"
>She opens her mouth to talk, but no words come out.
>Closing the gaping hole, she pauses briefly before trying again.
>Only to have that attempt fail as well.
>After a few more times, she manages to form a thought.
"I... what?"
>Half a thought anyway.
"It's exactly as I said. You attacked me first. I had no idea what was happening and you all just assumed I was bad. Hell, Nightmare Moon was the one who actually saved me from you guys."
>It is true... Kind of.
"You're... You're lying."
>You roll your eyes.
"Why would I lie? What possible motive do I have to lie? Lying is just a tool to gain leverage, and pet... right now I have that."
"But... But... That's still no excuse! Don't you dare say that excuses you!"
>You shrug.
"I didn't and I won't. It is what it is Twilight. I'm not saying it excuses my actions, just that things could be very different right now had you not tried to kill me the moment we met."
>She shakes her head from side to side, refusing to process the new information.
>While probably not the best idea to offer such information freely, you can't help but keep the line of talk open.
"Whether you choose to believe me or not, the truth is Twilight: I'm only doing this because it's what Nightmare Moon expects of me."
"And she made it very clear what would happen if I didn't live up to those expectations."
>Twilight stops shaking her head and looks at you wide eyed.
>Giving you her complete and undivided attention.
"My every action is odious. I know this. I accept this. But I do it. I do it to survive."
"I do it because I was placed into a position, by you, where I have to if I want to keep living. And you know what?"
>She blinks.
"I find I don't hate it. In fact I quite enjoy it. I still find it odious, but amusing too."
"There's a permanent magnet stuck to my moral compass and I find it spinning out of control. I can't tell what's what anymore."
>You boop her lightly on the nose.
"And I have you to thank."
>Immediately her eyes begin to water.
>No words, but none are needed. Her face says it all.
>'I did this. I'm really am to blame.'
"Now. Now. Twilight. None of that. Like I said. It is what it is."
>Patting her on the head, you signal the finality of the talk.
"We need to discuss what to do about the little incident of you trying to kill me."
>Fear grips her eyes, the pain from the collar still fresh in her memory.
"The thing is: I don't like the thought of being murdered. And I need to know that it won't happen again."
>You clutch Twilight in your arms and slide from the bed to the floor, letting her down easy when you're stable.
>She just curls into a ball and trembles, staring up at you.
>All sense of defiance now gone.
"I'm going to be harsh, but it'll be over before you know it. I promise."
>You can work with the way she's cowering. Actually, the entire situation can be worked to your advantage right now. A show of power followed by a show of leniency will do wonders for your image.
>As you move to get in place however, the door bursts open.
>Black magic wafts in grabbing Twilight and slinging her to the opposite side of the room, pinning her limbs against the wall.
"Beast!? Beast! Are you alright? We heard talk of this one attacking you!"
>She looks you over and sighs with relief
"You're okay. This is good."
>The relief doesn't linger long as she turns her sights on the destroyed room.
>Sniffing the air, her lips form a snarl.
"We smell magic. You let her use magic?"
>Oh.
>This... doesn't seem good.
>Twilight yells in pain as Nightmare's magic crushes her further into the wall.
"Ogre. We must have the meaning of this."
>Those fucking guards, you are going to kill them.
"GRAAAH!"
>Later! You'll kill them later. Right now you need to think of something to tell Nightmare Moon.
>Before she quite literally crushes Twilight to death.
>Smelling the room once more, Nightmare Moon turns to fully look at you.
>Disappointment mars her face.
"Well... It's just... I was-"
>Your words come out in an undignified stutter.
"We give thee one task. One task above all else and you have let us down."
>No anger... just pure disappointment.
"AAAaa~uggh"
>Twilight screams in agony as she's ever so slowly pushed further and further against the hard surface.
"Nightmare Moon just let me explain..."
"This one and her friends possess the elements. It is only by sheer luck that we managed to beat them once. We may not survive a second encounter. They cannot get free."
>You inwardly groan.
>So then how about not declaring it in front of their leader?
>Nightmare Moon sighs.
"We had hoped to keep the vessels for the elements alive in case we had use for them in the future. But we see now how foolish that was."
>Oh this is definitely not good.
"Twilight Sparkle. For crimes against the crown we hereby sentence you to dea-"
"Nightmare! Stop! We talked about this! Would you just let me explain before you start randomly killing my slaves?"
>She turns back to you and raises an eyebrow.
>Well... you have her attention.
>Now you just need an explanation.
>Yup.
>That would really be good right about now.
>Any moment now.
>Fucking shit.
>Well, here goes nothing.
>Literally.
"Twilight is... is..."
>Fuck it.
>There is only one way to keep Twilight alive right now.
"Twilight Sparkle is fully trained. She will do whatever I ask, whenever I ask it. I was simply having her test a few things."
>God, you just really hope you don't regret this.
>Nightmare Moon looks from you, to Twilight, and then back to you.
"You were... testing?"
>You nod.
"That's right. I was testing her magic. On me actually. I wanted to find out more about how it affects me. And what better way than doing it live?"
>You can hear the sound of shallow breathes returning in the background as Nightmare Moon lets up ever so slightly on Twilight.
"A test... So it is really true? You have gotten it to submit to the crown? Celestia's number 1 student is willing to subjugate herself fully?"
>You glance at Twilight.
>It's only been a couple of days.
>It isn't like you've failed completely yet. This shit takes time.
>She did try to kill you... but that was just a minor set back.
>The point is, you cannot expect full submission in such a short amount of time.
>But you can hardly complain about fairness now can you?
"Yes, she has fully submitted."
>The dark cloud holding Twilight's limbs drags her off the wall and places her carefully on the bed.
>Where she twitches strangely and struggles to take a breathe.
"Perhaps we were a bit... overzelous then. Time and time again you have shown your use to us. We are just wary of a time when..."
>She snorts.
"Anyway, next time, come to us if you wish to experiment. Our days are quite boring. We could use the distraction."
>You've noticed.
>Briefly you wonder, what her day to day runnings entail.
>Obviously, she must doing something right as the kingdom hasn't caught fire.
>It's just... you haven't really seen her DO anything.
>She mentioned a council. Maybe they deal with the day to day precedings?
>Or perhaps Nightmare Moon's hand reaches farther than you've figured.
>Hell, maybe she's just really good at multitasking.
"*C-cough*"
>Twilight seems to have caught her breathe and is beginning to orient herself upright.
>You put the thoughts about Nightmare Moon aside.
>You have enough on your plate to deal with politics right now.
>But later.
>Definitely later.
>Twilight lets out a gasp of pain when her body turns upright.
>Clutching at her chest, she can't help but drop back down to her side.
>Nightmare Moon views her curiously.
"We may have cracked a rib or two. Such a shame. We were hoping for a demonstration of submission, but we shall hold off."
>Never before has cracked ribs been such a blessing.
"Fortunately you have provided us excellent healing material in the form of that insolent maid. We shall have something whipped up quickly."
"When she's fully healed, you can show her off to us and let us see for ourselves how well she behaves."
>Oh.
>Great.
>And did she say she was going to use the maid?
>A grotesque picture of the mare being gradually cut up and used for parts fills your mind.
>And you shudder.
>You really hope you didn't just exchange one life for another.
>Shoving the thought from your mind, you address Nightmare Moon.
>Saying the only thing you can.
"I look forward to showing her off."
>She smiles a toothy smile.
"Marvelous! Simply marvelous."
>A sparkly cloud covers the whole room and before you know it, everything is fixed nicely.
>Even the table and bed are back to their original position.
>With Twilight still clutching painfully at her chest on top it.
>Nightmare Moon scans the room once more and gives a satisfied nod of her head.
"Unfortunately we must take our leave. We actually just ran out of a very important meeting with the neighboring empire on our refusal to raise the sun. We feel if we stay away too long, they may feel slighted."
>You inwardly groan.
>Of course she did.
"Don't let me keep you then. Good luck."
>Her smile turns into a bit more sinister.
"Thank you. But we needn't luck when we have power."
>Turning on a hoof, she takes her leave.
>Before she closes the door, she gives you one more look.
>You just wish you could make out what it's meant to signify.
>It's something halfway between a tender smile and a snarl.
>Honestly, you just don't think you'll understand her...
>Sighing, you move to Twilight's side and gently part the hooves she's using to clutch her chest.
>The limbs separate easily with a bit of firm coercing.
>It looks fine, but you don't exactly know what to look for.
>There isn't a bone sticking out. So that's good.
"How does it feel?"
>She moves her hooves back to her center and curls slightly into a ball.
"It... It hurts. The inside of my chest really hurts."
>You rub her head sympathetically.
>And note with a bit of consideration that she doesn't recoil from the touch.
>Tears hang in the corner of her eyes as she stares despairingly at you.
"I know. Nightmare Moon can... get carried away sometimes. I did try to warn you. Believe it or not I do want to protect you."
>She doesn't say anything.
"How about we say the attempted murders cancel each other out? Sound fair."
>She sniffs and tightens the distance between her hooves and her chest.
>Is the pressure really helping? You would think it would only add to the pain.
>Maybe the mental comfort just outweighs the physical pain.
"P-Please. Can't you just let us go? You heard her, she fears us. If you release us maybe we can fight her."
>Damn you Nightmare Moon. You need to watch what you say.
>Now what are you supposed to do?
>You rub your temples.
"There's that damn compass going screwy again."
>With obvious effort, she strains to reach a pleasing hoof out towards you.
"It doesn't have to be this way. I can fix this. I can fix -"
>A feeling of deja vu hits and you angrily interrupt her.
"And if you can't? If you fail?"
>Your eyes narrow.
"You couldn't even kill me Twilight. And I don't have semi-omnipotent powers. How can you hope to stop Nightmare Moon?"
"The line between ability and capability is very thin. And you, Twilight, are on the wrong side of it."
>Her hoof retracts.
>And for a moment all she can do is stare at you, sadness etched onto her features.
>She closes her eyes.
"No. I can't believe that. I won't. Good will prevail. Good always prevails."
>You growl in frustration.
"Why!? Who says? Where is this all-divine being that's keeping tabs on the pones of the world, striking down the ones that get too uppity?"
"Because I know where Celestia is, and from her confinement I can tell you with absolute certainty that she won't be doing shit."
>Twilight raises her head and looks you in the eye.
"Even without Celestia, good will prevail."
>You're beginning to lose your temper now.
"How!? How do you know? What are you basing this information on?"
>And that is a very dangerous thing.
"Because I know..."
>For you've learned one very important thing while staying here.
"..."
>Silence falls between you.
"..."
>And that is your temper scares even you.
"So this is how it's going to be Twilight? After I lied to the most powerful creature in the world, jeopardizing her favor and my safety to protect you, you still refuse to cooperate?"
>She nods.
"It is. And please understand. I am very, very grateful that you did that. Not only because you saved me, but because now.... now you have to help me."
>White hot anger fills your being.
>This is what you get. This is your justice for trying to be the hero.
>Out of the million different possibilities your future could have took, now lay only two.
>You can refuse to help Twilight Sparkle, and she will reveal the truth to Nightmare Moon in a foolish hope to force your hand.
>She will be executed and it will come to light that you will have done the one sin you could ever possibly commit.
>You will have betrayed Nightmare Moon.
>And she will take it a betrayal, of that you have no doubt.
>Had you told the truth, she would have been disappointed, but in time she would have forgiven you.
>The relationship would have altered and surely she would have no longer doted on you quite as heavily.
>But you would have retained status in the castle.
>You would have still been her beast, scaring the little ponies of the world and indulging in your vices.
>But then you ruined it by trying to be the good guy.
>By trying to save one of your pets from the wrath she brought down upon herself.
>And now you can refuse and risk certain destruction or... or you can go against the one being that... actually understands these damn dark thoughts that plague your mind now..
>The one being that has actually taken and risen you up against all others and given you everything.
>Everything.
>And while the first path ends only in destruction, this path branches.
>Twilight will lose and everything ultimately circles back towards destruction.
>Or...
>Or Twilight Spark will win and you will be forced to face Princess Celestia's wrath.
>Even if you're the one to help free her, you do not think she will be lenient.
>In fact you know she won't, because she's promised as such.
>The ultimate being of kindness and love has rejected your plea for absolution once.
>Regardless of the good you do now, she will reject you again.
>Her punishment will be swift and harsh.
>And that's it. All paths lying in wait ahead of you end in misfortune.
>All thanks to one weak moment of kindness.
>Well you know what?
>Fuck that.
>Fuck everything about that.
>No more kindness for Twilight Sparkle. No more chances.
>You had hoped to corrupt her, make her your pupil but now you see just how foolish that was.
>The others had been easy.
>Little effort had been espunged, and they had fallen fast.
>Only now do you see this, being too caught up in the moment to fully realize it before.
>But now you see everything was a bit too... uncomplicated.
>There could be a dozen explanations.
>Maybe ponies are just naturally submissive, eager to return to their rightful role.
>Maybe they're innocent, never knowing true violence and brutality and as such fall easily to it.
>Maybe you just got lucky.
>But whatever the case, while the others broke on their first attempt - three times you have approached Twilight's room and three times you have failed.
>And she's made a mockery of you and your craft each and every time.
>Now with crystal clear reasoning, you understand why.
>She isn't a normal pone.
>She can't be broken like the others.
>You can't go into her room and expect her to immediately fall because you show a bit of force or manipulation.
>For whatever reason, Twilight Sparkle is special.
>But in her defiance, she has given you an opportunity.
>You are going to do something you haven't truly done since you've got here.
>You are going to indulge your anger.
>The white hot burning inside your chest begging for release will finally get it's wish with this pone.
>And finally she will understand.
>Finally she will see that there is no such thing as good.
>Finally... Twilight Sparkle will break.
>For the first time since you arrived you notice true fear in Twilight's eyes.
>Not despair. Not grief. Not mild dread.
>But true, horrified terror.
>And you realize you are smiling.
>An angry, brutalized version of a smile.
>But a smile nonetheless.
>Standing without saying a word, you leave the room.
>In the background Twilight calls after you.
"Please let me save us. Let me save you! Please, I know you're planning something. Don't do it! I beg you!"
>You pay her no mind.
>The heavy door shuts behind you and you shudder.
>Anger has never felt... like this.
>It's always been a hot, anxious apprehension.
>Filling you with dread of what's to come. Fear of what you can do now that you have the power to do it.
>But this is something else.
>This anger is cold and patient. It knows it will have its way shortly and thus doesn't assert itself.
>The feeling is... frightening in its own right. But welcome.
>Fighting was becoming tiresome anyway.
>On your way to set your plan in motion you pass by the room Octavia was last stationed in.
>And for some reason you stop.
>You stop just to stare at the closed door.
>Twilight Sparkle was a failure, but inside is a pone who understands.
>A little lamb who follows obediently.
>Unlike the other 6, she was merely thrust into this life by happenstance.
>But she learned quickly and used her education to better her role under your strict tutelage.
>You have more faith in her than you think ever will of Twilight Sparkle.
>And though this had not been part of your original plan, you find yourself opening the door to her room.
>And curiously find that she's still there.
>Already assumed in the position of a respectful bow, even before your frame has made its way through the door.
>Perfection. She knows to rush to her place because... frankly who else would be entering this room?
>You beam with pride.
>The gaze causing Octavia to shift nervously.
"M-Master. Is... Is something the matter?"
>You shake your head.
>Rise and follow me Octavia. We have business to attend to."
>She nods and quickly makes her way over to you.
>You give her a look over once, bend down and straighten the bow on her dress (that was already perfect) and lead the way out of the room.
>Silently she follows.
>She follows you to Rarity's room, watching with curiosity as you leash her and lead her out like a dog.
>All the while Rarity trying to make herself as small as she can, obviously humiliated and frightened beyond words.
>She watches as you go to your room and gather just a few tools.
>Both of you ignoring the gasps coming from Rarity as she sees which ones you take.
>She watches and follows as you carry them to Twilight's room.
>And she watches as Twilight takes in the sight before, understanding finally taking hold.
"No... Oh Celestia no. Please, anything but this."
>You remain silent as you tie rarity to the table, causing the poor mare to practically collapse into a ball of fear.
>Carefully, you lay out your tools.
>One by one you separate them on the table, organizing them to your liking.
>All the while taking your sweet time and getting drunk off the incoming despair.
>When you're finally finished, you pick up the first tool.
>But you don't start. Not yet.
>You turn to Octavia.
"Octavia. I want you to watch this. I want you sear this moment into your mind forever. I am a cruel man, but I can be kind."
"I try to be kind. I will have my way, but I refuse to step needlessly on the backs of others as I do so."
"The others, they gave in easily, Their hurt was limited. They were spared. But today, I was kind and in return my gift was thrown back in face."
"Twilight Sparkle will learn her lesson here today. I can be kind, but I want to be cruel."
>You turn to Rarity.
"And you..."
"I had such a lovely night planned for us, pet. I was finally going to elevate you to something more than the dirt under my feet."
"I had the finest dress maker in all of Equestria sew the outfits from your designs. We were going to walk into the town wearing them."
"You would have been mortified I'm sure, but then you would have seen. You would have seen how the others will look at you. You would have seen their admiration and envy."
"Because even my lowest slave will be higher than the highest pone out there. You would have the loveliest night of your life."
>Pausing, you try to make out the mix of emotions crossing her face.
>It's impossible, so you just continue on.
"And when we returned to the castle I would have used you, my pet. Degraded you. Reminded you of your place beneath me."
"But doubtlessly, you would have remembered. You would have remembered the envy in every pone's eyes as I showed you off and gave you everything they can't have."
"Tonight you would have gotten everything. And I as well."
>The white rage is boiling again.
"And all of this - All of it was squandered because one dumb mare who thinks she has all the answers couldn't accept my generosity."
>Your cold gaze sends Rarity into another fit of shaking.
"But you would know about generosity wouldn't you Rarity?"
>To your surprise, she nods.
"My pet I won't apologize for what I'm about to do to you, but know that it is not my wish. I don't think my wish will come to be now."
"So I ask that you accept my cruelty to you because it is my final kindness to Twilight. Because it is the only way she will learn and the only way I have of keeping her safe."
"I cannot do this to her because she will too stubborn to understand it's meaning. And so I must use her friends."
"I must make her see that it is not herself that she jeopardize, but you as well. And all of her friends."
"And when I am done, you will be hurting. But you will have served a greater purpose because Twilight will know... And she will finally understand... and she will finally be safe."
>Your voice trails off.
>The air in the room is heavy.
>Damnit. That's right. Even after all this you still want to protect her.
>So much for your bullshit earlier.
>You just wish she really does understand after this.
>Because this is your last option.
>Your last resort.
>And if you fail...
>If you fail, then it will truly mean the end of one of your pets.
>Because you will end her, before she can end you.
>With a heavy sigh, you begin.
>All during your speech, Twilight had been silent.
>But now, now she's screaming.
>Even though it must bring her terrible pain to do so.
"No! It isn't too -augh- late. Stop! Don't! -Grah- Please!"
>She tries to move, but the pain in her chest quells any hope of that.
"Anything but this!"
>It isn't the first time she's encountered her friend being punished.
>After all she was there when you had to discipline Applejack and Rainbow Dash when they first attacked you.
>It seems like ages ago now...
>But back then all you had were words and your cock.
>Today you bring extras.
>And Twilight's gaze hasn't left the table that holds them and Rarity since you arrived.
"Octavia, restrain Twilight for me. Her ribs are broken, not by me mind you, so be careful."
"She isn't much of a threat right now. So I really just want you to make sure she doesn't hurt herself trying to save her friend."
>For the first time in a very very long time, you see Octavia's resolve waiver.
>And you suddenly have a small understanding of how Nightmare Moon must have felt when she thought you disappointed her."
>Fortunately it doesn't last too long. For whatever divine beings took residence on her shoulder, the demon must have won.
>She silently obeys and moves over to Twilight, grabbing her limbs and pinning them carefully against her own.
"Please do not move Miss Twilight. You may have magic, but I am still an Earth pone and you cannot hope to break free of my strength."
>You smile.
>She's loyal after all. Exactly what Twilight should be.
>Exactly what Twilight isn't.
>In your giddiness you almost, but not quite, miss that that she whispers something into her ear.
>The smile becomes a frown. You'll have to ask her about that later.
>But right now...
>You twirl your first item around in your hand.
>Something simple to start with.
>But the simplest items can hurt the worst, can't they?
>Time to test that theory.
>You crack the paddle over Rarity's behind eliciting a deep and shrill scream.
>The first wail of the night does little to sate your deep hunger.
>So you hit her again.
>And again.
>And again until the raps on her backside become a jaunting melody mixing with white mare's cries.
>Then she begins to beg.
"Please! Please stop master, it hurts! It hurts! I haven't done anything wrong. I learned my lesson that first night. Please! Oh - Goddess please!"
>You ignore her and continue your assault.
>To her credit she did manage to last several minutes before breaking down to plead with you.
>Briefly you wonder what took her this long.
>Did she accept your explanation? Or was she just merely too afraid?"
>Either way it doesn't matter now.
>All that matters is that harmonizing melody.
>Whap. Scream. Whap. Scream. Scream. Scream. Whap!"
>People really underestimate the amount of pain a paddle can bring.
>Because they give up too soon, you think.
>The firm piece of wood doesn't get a chance to shine until several, several dozen licks in, when the hind quarters have turned red and raw.
>Rarity's openly sobbing now too adding to your theory's credibility.
>She didn't cry this much when you used your fists.
>A particularly hard wrap pushed her over the edge.
"I WAS A GOOD GIRL! PLEASE STOP! *SOB* "
>And to her surprise you do.
>Reaching down you tenderly touch the hyper-sensitive area eliciting a violent shiver.
>Heat radiates off the spot like a fireplace in the middle of winter.
>Her once pure white fur, shining bright red, but with deep undertones of purple and yellow.
>She was right, she has been a good girl.
>This is unfair to her.
>But she isn't the one being punished.
>You take a second to glance at Twilight Sparkle to see tears pouring out of her eyes.
>Despair running deep into the wrinkles of her brow as she openly sobs.
>On her backside remains Octavia, stoic and solemn betraying no emotion.
>But dutifully doing what you've asked of her.
>Whether she takes any pleasure in it, you cannot guess.
>All to suddenly you become aware of Rarity chanting something under her breathe.
>You lean in to hear.
"Thank you. Thank you master. Thank you. Thank you master."
>Oh the poor dear thinks this is it.
>She's supposed to be bright. Maybe the pain is dulling her mind.
>Either way she gets the message when she sees you lay the paddle down and grab your next toy.
"Nooo~ No, Let it be over. I just want it to be over."
>Too bad pet. It isn't going to be not for a very long time.
>You take the large stone cock and place it at her hole.
>Though for being so big and made of rock, it seems to be surprisingly lightweight.
>Placing it at her entrance you give no hesitation before you slam the phallic inside of her.
>Her screams before are nothing compared to what they are now.
>Blood trickles down from her violated hole onto the table.
>All the while she continues to beg.
"It's too big! It's too big! Take it out! It's too biiig!"
>And she's right again. It is too big. But she accepts it anyway.
>You feel no sympathy for the mare as you continue to violate her.
>Anger and vindication driving every other emotion out of your body.
>And if you were to feel the slightest bit of guilt at being so harsh with a mare that hasn't earned your anger, what of it?
>After all you aren't punishing her.
>You're punishing...
>You steal a another glance at Twilight.
>Octavia has repositioned them so that two hooves hold her legs, one hoof holds her arms... and the other holds her head.
>Straight at you.
>She must have tried to look away.
>Turning back to your work you begin to force the cock rock...
>Ha.
>As far deep into Rarity as you can possibly make it go.
>Turns out that's pretty far.
>But the effort must be causing tremendous pain, because once again it feels like Rarity's voice has increased in volume.
>You doubt she can go many decibels higher.
>But you try anyway.
>Pulling the device out, you leave just tip inside her wounded hole.
>Before you shove it back inside as roughly as you can.
>You do this many times until Rarity's screams reach their precipice and begin to descend, growing fainter and fainter with every thrust.
>When all that's left are horse, sobbing whimpers, you pull it out and shove the soiled cock aside.
>Whimpers are boring. You want to hear her scream again.
>You retrieve your third item from the table and make sure to show it Rarity before it sees use.
>Her eyes grow wide.
"Please no! *Sob* Please! Please anything but that! It's all I have left! You promised on the first night. You promised! You said if I was good you wouldn't... you wouldn't..."
>She breaks down once again.
>You sadly shake your head.
>This is the way it must be.
>You spin the branding iron around in your hands, showing off the cold metal design that will sear its way into her flesh, forever ruining her beauty.
>Through sobs, Rarity's panicked eyes still manage to trace the slow spin of the device.
>Ignoring Rarity for a moment, you turn to show Twilight the object in your hand.
"Twilight, when you heat the tip of this I will stop. Not until then."
>If she's heard you, she doesn't show it.
>But you know she has.
>And so you lay the branding iron carefully to the side, but still in full view of Twilight Sparkle.
>A monument to her choice.
>It says: You are letting this happen. You can choose to stop this at any moment and you haven't.
>So it remains, unmoving and untouched.
>All the while you retrieve your fourth toy from the pile.
>This one is going to hurt you're afraid.
>Unfortunately for Rarity, what was happening before was just a warmup to get her ready.
>Now the real fun begins.
>And for once you will finally give release to that damned nagging feeling of umbrage and anger.
>At Rarity's expense.
>Before you begin however, you grab one final item from the table.
>A ball gag with which to mute your small pet.
>Because while her screams are just so very beautiful... you fear they are going to be put into overdrive.
>And you are nothing if not pragmatic.
>And so you begin.
>And God does it feel RIGHT.
>How long have you denied this feeling?
>Too long you're afraid.
>Why? What harm does it do?
>After all, Rarity is your pet and her body is yours to do with as you please.
>And this pleases you.
>It pleases you so very much to bring the pure white mare into the throes of absolute torment.
>Every scream that can be heard past the muffle of the gag brings another shiver of pleasure down your spine.
>Every thrash against her binds brings giddy anticipation of the next blow.
>Because this is who you are. You aren't good. You aren't the hero.
>You're a sadist, devouring those given to him through power he doesn't even truly possess.
>And loving every minute of it.
>You love her screams.
>You love her cries.
>You love the hopeless look in her eyes as she looks wildly at you for mercy.
>Mercy that won't come...
>Mercy that... somewhere inside you want to give.
>But you can't. Because you've willingly lost yourself in the moment and are in ecstasy.
>You knew the ramifications of giving in and you just didn't fucking care.
>All that matters right now is you, your pet, and your fun.
>Somewhere, in a distant place from your mind you can hear terrified please for you to stop.
>Briefly you register that they must belong to Twilight.
>But when you glance at the branding iron and see it still cold, you continue your assault.
>Her muffled cries really are just too wonderful, you see.
 >And they've grown so... erratic over time.
>So much pain behind them, so much absolution in them.
>So much release.
>Again you hear pleas for you to stop.
>Again you look at the iron.
>Still cold, so no. You will not stop.
>And... You don't think you're going to stop even when she does heat the object.
>Not until you are finally satisfied.
>Until...
>A shaky hoof places itself on the small of your back and you are instantly brought back to reality.
>Weird how such a simple touch has that effect.
>Even weirder that the simple touch happened at all.
>You force yourself fully back to Earth, suddenly all to aware of just how... beaten Rarity looks right now.
>And then you remember.
>A hoof made contact.
>Twilight...
>She must have gotten free.
>If she can overcome Octavia, broken ribs, and her deep despair.
>Then... she might just be able to pull something.
>Stupid! You should have done more to restrain her!
>In the slightest bit of panic, you turn.
>But what greets you is not Twilight, but Octavia.
>She stands with tears in her eyes, her hoof still outstretched.
"Please master. Please stop. Use me instead if you wish. But please... please stop. I... I do not think she can take much more."
>You...
>What?
>You turn to look at Rarity again and see that you've... made quite the mess of her.
>Shit... How did you get that far?
>And as you stare another question hits.
>How DID you get that far?
>Why didn't Twilight stop you? Why didn't she heat the iron? Why didn't she give in?
>Your eyes scan the bed to see Twilight curled into a ball of fluff, her hooves over her ears.
>Her body is wracked with sobs.
>And the full realization hits you.
>She... she didn't give in. And you don't think she ever will.
>You've failed.
"She didn't heat the iron," you speak barely above a whisper.
>It's just enough for Octavia to hear.
"I... I don't think she was going to master. She was going to let Miss Rarity... She was going to let... She was..."
>She can't finish her thoughts.
>So many firsts today.
>You're brain is having trouble comprehending them all.
>And another one just hits you.
>Octavia risked everything to plead for Rarity's life.
>And...
>And you don't don't know how you feel about that.
>Sweat has taken up residence on your brow.
>When did it get there?
>Probably pushed out by the pulsating veins in your temples, you suppose.
>After all, your heart is beating 5 times a second.
>And each contraction says the same thing.
>You failed.
>Again.
>And the worst part is you don't even know why you've failed.
>It should have worked.
>There is no reason it should not have worked.
>Why didn't it work!?
>You look at Rarity.
>And anger rises in your gut at the sight.
>It's Twilight's fault this happened to her.
>She looks horrible, her once pure white fur showing markings of abuse gone too far.
>Her bright red ass no longer even stands out.
>It's disgusting. And you don't want to look any more.
>So your gaze finds its way Octavia.
>And find something odd.
>The anger dissipates with the tears in her eyes.
>Unfortunately the feeling that takes its place can't exactly be described as remorse.
>It's more of a... cold rationality.
>Part of you wants to be mad at Octavia for her audacity.
>It wants to punish her.
>But there's a much more logical part that concedes a simple point:
>If such a loyal minion dared to interrupt you... maybe you needed to be interrupted.
>Just like what happened with you and Nightmare Moon.
>You mean...
>Fuck. It LITERALLY just happened yesterday.
>What the Hell is wrong with you? Weren't you just chastising her for this exact same thing?
>How can you punish Octavia for doing exactly what you did?
>Why... did you do what you did?
>You look at Rarity once again.
>Some part of you expects her wounds to just melt away like an illusion.
>They don't.
>So you just sigh, suddenly feeling very tired.
"Octavia, take Rarity to the healing station. Give her anything she wants within reason"
"Then when they are done, have her delivered to my chambers. Lay down soft bedding below mine. I want to envy the floor, understood?"
>Octavia nods profusely, but doesn't speak
>Even as she shakes her head, you take particular notice that the tears never fully fall
>With a swiftness you didn't know she possessed, Octavia makes her way to the table and cuts the bindings that tie Rarity down.
>Gathering her onto her back, she carries her from the room.
>Right as she reaches the door, you call out.
"We'll discuss your interruption later... understood?"
>At first it seems like Octavia is about to say something, but you must have been mistaken.
>She merely shifts the weight on her back and nods silently, exiting the room in grace.
>Well as graceful as a frilly maid with a fully grown mare on her back can.
>When the door closes, you walk to the table and shove all the toys off in a weird show of anger you no longer feel.
>Then you simply grab the chair and position it in front of Twilight's bed.
>And you stare.
>For the longest time, you don't say anything.
>You just watch her sob.
>Minutes pass.
>Then an hour.
>Then two.
>But still you watch.
>You should be using the time to think, to plan.
>And yet for some reason, you just don't.
>You're tired of scheming for the moment.
>You're just very... tired.
>So you watch instead.
>You watch as Twilight cries for the friend she nearly lost, even though it was her fault.
>But gradually, ever so gradually, her tears begin to dry up.
>Until all that remains is a dry, shuddering whimper.
>And that's when you talk.
"She could have died."
>You don't expect Twilight to answer.
>Yet she does.
>...
>Even now she can't stop being unpredictable.
"I know..."
>Sigh.
"Why didn't you stop me?"
>...
"Because I didn't need too..."
>...
"Somepone needed too. I lost control twilight. If Octavia hadn't done your job, she would have died."
>...
"No... She was never going to die... Good does not die. Harmony does not die. We... will not die."
>...
"That's bullshit and you know it Twilight. I was going to kill her."
>...
>...
>...
"But you didn't..."
>But you didn't.
>You want to scream the phrase.
>Hurl them at her and use them as weapons, finally bludgeoning some sense into her.
"No, I didn't Twilight. Because a pone far braver than you decided to stop me."
>She peaks out between her hooves.
"Octavia is a good pone... And her stopping you was no accident..."
>There really is no reasoning with her.
>Oh Twilight. Why isn't there any reasoning with her?
>For the first time since you came here, your eyes water.
"I don't want to kill you Twilight."
>She places both hooves down now.
"You don't have too. You can still help me. You can save Equestria. You can save everypone."
>But you just shake your head.
"No... I can't."
>And here it is.
>The choice.
>With two roads diverging in a yellow woods, you're sorry that you cannot travel both.
>For you know not which leads to which, but one leads to destruction and one to growth.
>You have to make a decision.
"I don't want to kill you Twilight."
>You repeat.
"But you're... you're leaving me no choice."
>Oddly, her demeanor doesn't change.
"Then do what you must. If you are truly that type of being, then we have nothing more to discuss..."
>You stand and move to the corner of the room where the stuff you knocked off the table fell.
>Five things.
>You brought five things with you. Four toys... and one ornate sword that hasn't been used for anything but play acting until this point.
>Picking it up, you return to Twilight.
"Please. Please reconsider. It doesn't have to be this way. It doesn't have to end like this."
>She doesn't flinch.
"Yes... it does.
>Total destruction, end her before she can end you.
>Four times now.
>Four times you've entered her room, and four times you've failed.
>You've been bested.
>This isn't about pride anymore. It's about survival.
>Twilight scoots her body down and sticks out her neck.
"If I can ask one more favor? Make it quick... I don't want to die in fear..."
>You nod and bring the ornate blade over your head.
>Two roads diverged in a yellow woods and you're sorry that you cannot travel both...
>You bring the blade down fast.
>And toss it to the side with a beastly scream.
>The irony of which is not lost on you.
"I can't do it! I'm a fucking monster and I still can't do it."
>You grab your throbbing head.
"I've done so many bad things. But I can't do this.
>Despite whatever pain she must feel while she does it, she reaches a hoof out and touches your leg.
"I knew it. You are good. You're just confused right now. That's all... master."
>No.
>No!
>Do not start calling you that.
>Why does she never make any sense!
>She's somehow found a way to make losing confusing.
>Who does that!?
>You give her an angry glare.
"That's... that's what you like right? You like being called master? I can call you that if you want. I had a lot of time to think as I cried. And... And..."
>She takes in a shaky breathe.
"And I can give it to you if you want, if you choose to help. I'll be yours. Forever. I'll bind myself magically to you."
>Anger fades into confusion.
"Some of your words reached me... in a small way. Good will prevail, I know this. But I've failed four times to make you see the light. And... I don't think I can. You're too confused."
>Her hoof begins to caress your leg.
"But... But I can work with confused. I know that now. You want a... a... - you want a slave...? I can be that."
>She tries to sound confident, but it's very distinguishable as just an act.
>If there's at least one thing you can do, its read fear.
>And Twilight Sparkle is terrified right now.
"I'll do... anything for you. Anything at all. I'll obey your every whim, your every wish."
>She tries and fails to hide a shudder.
"All I ask in return is that you help me restore what is right..."
>Without ever stopping the caress, she looks into your eyes.
>Honestly... you don't know how to respond.
>So you just say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Is this a trick?"
>She just shakes her head
"No... master. No trick. I give you my word. There exists a spell, one of extreme power that only the bearer may cast"
>Her hoof begins to tremble
"All pones posses it. Even Earth and Pegasus. Because it is not made through magic, but through their will."
>Ever so slowly her eyes water.
"Not many know of it, because the princesses banned written documentation. It is meant to be a show of love, but... but they feared the corruption it could bring as well."
>A tear falls and she looks away.
"But I know and I offer this to you in return for your help. It can never be undone and I can never be free. I will be yours... forever."
>Finally, as final show of pain her hoof retracts and she hugs it to her chest.
>The new offer hits you like brick to the head.
>This... goes beyond absolution.
>And you know in your heart, there will never be a better deal.
"And... what of your friends?"
>Twilight turns around after having seemingly steadied herself.
>She looks at you defiantly.
"They go free."
>Well. You were honestly just covering bases, you kind of expected that.
>But the next question, this is the one you really want to know the answer too.
"What about my crimes? What will become of me?"
>Twilight resolve melts once more.
"I... I don't know. Princess Celestia's wrath is legendary. But whatever happens, I'll help you. I'll help you escape and I'll stay by your side."
"And if we do ever get caught,.. I will endure her punishment with you."
>Your body all but falls into the chair.
>Odd, for some reason your muscles just stopped listening.
"That... That is a very interesting proposal Twilight. But how do I know you're going to make good on it once... IF, IF I take it."
>Her horn glows and after a few moments the light contorts itself into a band that encircles itself around her hood, spinning slowly.
"I, Twilight Sparkle do hereby swear an oath. If together we can bring about the fall of Nightmare Moon, I will perform the Binding Will ritual with you."
>The white band glows bright for a moment, then turns crimson red and stops all movement, locking into place.
>She holds her hoof out for you to see.
>Without really thinking, you reach out to touch it.
>The moment you do, the red ring glows once more and light snakes forth, leaching onto your skin and encircling your wrist.
>It acts almost animalistically, like it's trying to find a comfortable spot to rest.
>But it can never seem to find one.
>Giving up, it settles into a random position and locks into place.
>You just stare at the piece.
"Don't touch it. It's a promise band. Even the youngest of fillies know about them. It's a strong form of promise magic. It isn't quite adequate enough for..."
>She sniffs and shakes a bit.
"For eternal servitude, since it can be be broken by strong outside magic. But it'll do for this."
>Even though she told you not too, you can't help but reach down to feel the band on your wrist.
>Just like Celestia's chains, you find it pliable and soft, as if it could be broken with the slightest tug.
"The magic lies in mine. Yours is just a receiver. But take it to anypone you trust and they should be able to read the promise inscribed into it. Then you'll know I'm telling the truth."
>You quickly take your hand off the band, worried you might brush it wrong and break it by accident.
>Instead, you look at Twilight.
>She's smiling sadly.
"I really mean it master. I finally understand what I have to do to. That's what being an element means, sacrifice. I have to sacrifice everything just like Celestia does. And I do so gladly if it will save everypone."
>Sacrifice like Celestia... right.
>If only you could show her the selfish nature of her leader when she's trying to be so altruistic.
>It would ruin her.
>Absolutely ruin her.
>You look down at the band around your wrist again.
>Though she's doing a good job at that all by herself.
>You...
>Just need to think for a moment.
"Twilight, I'm going to... go for a second. Stay out of trouble while I'm gone and if Nightmare Moon comes, I want you to at least -pretend- that you're submissive, alright?
>She nods.
"Master... Before you go. I want you to know that I know in my heart we're making the right choice. I did what I had to. You will too. You'll see..."
>Her legs flatten beneath her like jelly and she takes the opportunity to curl into a ball slightly.
"Come back soon... please. We'll save Equestria together and then... then we can begin our new life together."
>You just nod and leave the room.
>In the hallway you can't help but stare at the band around your wrist.
>Can it be true?
>It has to be, right?
>If Twilight knows it's a simple matter of checking the legitimacy, then she wouldn't haven bothered to try and fool you.
>So it has to be true.
>Of course, you'll check it just to be sure but still...
>What an interesting offering.
>She's giving you the chance to be the hero AND retain villainous spoils.
>What an interesting, interesting offer.
>...
>And had she made it just the tiniest bit earlier, you might have even taken her up on it.
>Maybe if Nightmare Moon had been just a little less incorporating.
>Maybe if you could have the buffet instead of just one apple...
>But Twilight wasn't, Nightmare Moon isn't, and you can't.
>See, you lied earlier when you said you spent 3 hours thinking of absolutely nothing but Twilight crying.
>You had to fill the time with something.
>The unceasing silence and boredom screamed for it.
>So you thought about Nightmare Moon.
>You thought about all she has done for you, all she has given.
>And how this one long streak of failure was the result of the simple act of lying to her.
>Allowing a pet to be murdered is still unacceptable, but you should not have to lie to stop it.
>You should have stood your ground, told her to stop, and explained the situation.
>Nightmare Moon is reasonable...
>Probably.
>And she's open to seeing reason...
>Probably.
>So before you can even begin to correct your failure, you have to start with the biggest of all.
>You have to tell Nightmare Moon the truth.
>And you're sure she'll forgive you.
>Probably
>Unfortunately all courage drops out of your body as soon as you reach her door.
>And what's worse is the feeling reveals just how complacent you've grown around her.
>Only adding to the building pit in your stomach.
>It isn't exactly guilt or remorse, but rather a sense of loss.
>There was safety in having her favor.
>Now you get to tell her that you took advantage of that.
>And you just know she's going to look at it like a betrayal.
>...
>Are you out of your fucking mind doing this?
>She is going to murder you.
>You look down at the bracelet clinging onto your skin for dear life.
>Every now and then it seems to dissipate slightly, only to snake its way back into position and reform itself anew.
>Twilight doesn't know you were thinking of betraying her.
>You could still take her up on her offer.
>The odds of her taking down Nightmare Moon has got to be better than what you're up against right now...
>Right?
>And that'll leave you with one pone slave, which is good enough...
>Right?
>Sigh.
>No. Not right.
>That'll never be enough for you and you know it.
>Sorry Twilight.
>The courage you were seekign finally finds you.
>So if you're going to do this, you have to do it now.
>While you have a momentary surge of courage.
>You sling open the door and burst in the room.
"My empress. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have -"
>Oh...
>She has company.
>Nightmare Moon never has company.
>This must be the emissary from the other land...
>Shit!
>Mistake after mistake after mistake today.
>What the Hell is wrong you?
>How did you get so focused on this that you forgot what Nightmare Moon explicitly stated she would be doing.
>And now you have two of the most regal, and frankly cruelest looking beings you've ever seen staring at you curiously.
>Well, you certainly can't back out now.
" - completed the finishing touches on the..."
>On the...
>The...
>The WHAT!?
"The device. My princess."
>You inwardly groan.
>That was honestly the best you could do?
>Nightmare Moon cocks her to the side for a long - long moment before deciding to play along.
"Excellent beast. We thank you for your one of a kind contribution to our empire."
>Or hell, maybe she really does think there's a device.
>You honestly don't know.
>She lets her gaze linger on you for a few seconds before before turning back to her guest.
"Chrysalis, we would apologize for the interruption, but let us be honest. We are done here, are we not? We shall not raise the sun, no matter how much you threaten."
>She stands and bears her teeth.
"And if you make good on those threats to attack us, you will be obliterated. This we promise."
>You've never heard such a degrading tone come from such a regal voice, before.
>Chrysalis' wings begin to buzz as she stands as well, matching Nightmare Moon's intimidating stance.
"Then you're right false princess. We are done here. And the hive won't forget this. This WE promise."
>Though, here's the odd part.
>Her demeanor and tone certainly projects a threatening aura.
>But, is it your imagination or does she keep stealing glances at you?
>Not angry glances either.
>And when she leaves in a huff, was it an accident that she brushes against you firmly?
>You aren't given much time to think on it though.
>Right when the door closes, Nightmare Moon addresses you angrily.
"Beast! We give thou a lot of mobility in our castle. But we were in talks! Your device could not wait three minutes more!?"
>You nervously run your fingers through your hair.
>Great, you made her mad.
>This is going swimmingly already.
>Mistake after mistake after mistake...
"My princess, there is something I have to tell you that could not wait another minute."
>You bend down to one knee.
"I'm sorry, there is no device. I just didn't want you to look foolish in front of your guest. The truth is something a lot worse."
>You keep your head bowed submissively.
>Just as you would expect from your pets.
>So you can't see how she's taking it.
>When she doesn't respond, you keep going.
"Empress Moon, please forgive me. I have... committed a grave sin against you. One of which I have great remorse. And it needs to be righted before I can even think straight."
>Seriously, your body is sweating now.
>Why is this the only thing you can think about?
"I never meant to betray you, but I understand if you take it that way."
>You keep your eyes directly on the floor.
>Watching the perfect marble floor, making sure it doesn't just get up and run away.
>It doesn't.
>When Nightmare Moon still doesn't respond, you figure she wants you to keep going.
"You asked me if Twilight Sparkle was fully trained and I said yes. That was a lie. The magic she used on me, wasn't me testing her powers, it was her trying to kill me. I haven't broken her yet."
>Silence still.
>Just don't look up...
>If you're going to die, you'd rather not see it coming.
"I explained once that I do not see death as an acceptable end. All pones can be broken. I truly believe this. Some just require a little more time than others. Twilight would have broken eventually. This I am sure. It will require time, but it will happen."
>Still silence...?
>You're almost out of things to say.
"But the way I went about making that known was wrong. I do not lie. I take command of my wants and I make them known. That is -"
>She interrupts.
"That is what separates you from the common filth of the world."
>You look up.
>She's smiling.
>It's a toothy, almost evil smile.
>But it's a smile.
"Oh our little monster, you do keep surprising us."
>Smiling is good right? Smiling doesn't mean a horrific death.
"We knew you would tell us the truth eventually, but we never would have expected you to do it this soon."
>Ah...
"You knew...?"
>She laughs.
"Of course we knew. We know everything that goes on in our castle."
"The maids, the guards, Octavia, your pets, why... right now a nurse thinks she's getting away with stealing medical supplies. She shall be punished shortly."
>You... kind of gawk for a moment.
"Then... why did you let me? Why not call me on it the moment I did it?"
>She whips her tail back and forth as she walks over to you.
"You are ever the clever one. We figured you had your reasons."
>She pokes the bracelet you're wearing with her snout.
>The bracelet... you've completely forgotten about it up until this point.
"For instance: this. It is new is it not? If you betray us, Twilight has vowed to marry you?"
>You begin to speak but stop mid syllable.
>Marry?
"For the life of us, we cannot understand why you would have her make such a promise. But you must have your reasons. We trust that it'll bear fruit in time."
>Still stuck on that marriage part.
"So we merely figured we would give you a few days to see why thou lied to us. We never expected you to show such guilt over it..."
"Though we are flattered... more than we wish you to know."
>Married!?
"Nightmare Moon, sorry to interrupt. Can you go back to the part where Twilight promised to marry me?"
>She cocks a head.
"That's what the bracelet promises. If you bring about my fall, then Twilight Sparkle will perform the Binding Will ritual with you."
>You bob your head up and down.
"Yeah... Yeah. That's what happened alright. But... Ha. Sorry. This isn't really all that important to the plan, but can you explain the binding will ritual in depth for me?"
>She shrugs.
"It's an archaic form of marriage proposal. It's all symbolic of course. Marriage cannot exist with pain and submission and all that."
"Very romantic, but it can be dangerous at times. It's why we had it outlawed."
>It's official.
>Twilight is going to be even lower than Rarity.
>Honestly, you don't even know HOW to make that happen
>Oh but by God, you're sure you'll find a way.
"Thank You empress. That was very informative."
>She backs away from the band and stands tall.
"Of course. We are knowledgeable on many subjects after all. And we are always happy to share this information with you."
>You nod.
>Silence once again falls over the two of you as you've exhausted everything that there is to say on the subject.
>You rub your neck looking for something to break the awkwardness.
>Fortunately there's a multitude of things available for that purpose now that you aren't having to grovel at her feet for forgiveness.
>Still, you pick one that should be safe enough.
>Making a formal apology for interrupting her discussion with Chrysalis.
>After all, it did seem to upset her earlier.
"And... about barging in here on your talks. I honestly don't know what came over me. I've been very out of sorts today. I really don't understand. I've done... several things so far that just aren't me. Well, they are... but they're not."
>Nightmare Moon laughs almost nervously.
"Ha~ About that, beast. We weren't all that truthful earlier, we're afraid. We did try to be understanding. Honestly, we did. But your lies did upset us just a bit..."
>Is... Is she blushing?
"We may have inadvertently cast a small spell on you in retaliation."
>She...
>Wait, what?
"You... What kind of spell... No. How. How first. I'm immune to magic. Or I'm supposed to be."
>You look down at the band of magic on your wrist, ever struggling to keep itself in place.
>A cloud of wisp erupts from Nightmare Moon's mane and envelops your being.
>Tickling you all over.
>Making a point you supose.
"We keep telling you beast. You aren't immune. Merely like oil and water. You can brush up against each other with ease, it's the mixing that won't do."
>When the cloud vanishes, so too has the redness of her cheeks.
"We were very limited in our arsenal. But we aren't completely helpless. Power is nothing unless you have the knowledge to wield it."
>She sounds almost proud again.
>You however feel as though one of very few great pillars supporting you has been knocked down.
"So... What type of spell?"
>That damn toothy smile again.
"It was nothing grand. We merely... amplified what you may have felt. We hoped for guilt But anger or regret worked too."
>You feel your knees begin to wobble.
>Goodbye pillar. You will be missed.
"And what was so different about this particularly spell that allowed it to affect me."
>Nightmare Moon gives a small 'Hm.'
"Well, we find it rather difficult to explain to someone not versed in magic. So perhaps the best way is to just simply say: Things that affect you directly will never affect you. It is only through indirect touches that you be affected."
>That..
>Makes no sense.
>How the Hell is amplifying emotions indirect?
>And when you vocalize this question - a bit more respectfully of course - All Nightmare Moon can do is sigh.
"Monster. We do not think we will explain this to suit your knowledge of magics. So let us just say this: That is about as powerful as any magic will get on you. And it took an Alicorn to do it."
>You nod.
>Nothing else you can do.
>You just have to accept her word that-
>It suddenly springs on.
>She's the reason you lost control with Rarity!
>A glare takes root on your face, before you can stop it.
"I nearly killed a pet because of this! Two of them actually! And Twilight training is ruined. Who knows how long it'll take to fix!"
>For the first ever, Nightmare Moon recoils from your words.
>It's also the first time you have ever raised your voice.
>Something deep deep down inside you cursing you like a madman, but the flash anger is too great.
>And then...
>It isn't.
>Steadying herself, Nightmare Moon looks you over with remorse.
"Let us begin by removing that awful spell. We never meant for this to happen. So do please forgive us."
>Somehow, and you really aren't sure how, you feel a direct shift in power.
>You are now the one standing in judgement with cold eyes.
>And Nightmare Moon is the one apologizing.
>Out of all the different outcomes, this is not one you you would have predicted.
"We know we shouldn't have. But the lie -"
>You interrupt.
"Was stupid, but done to serve a bigger need at the time."
>She nods.
>"We know. We... did feel bad about it later. It kind of just... happened as we were leaving."
>Her ears seem to fall flatter and flatter.
"We sent your maid to keep an eye on you..."
>Octavia...
>You really need to have a small talk with her.
>Just how much was her following Nightmare Moon's orders and how much was her own initiative, you wonder.
>That can wait, though.
>Right now:
"If you felt so bad, why not just come back and remove the spell?"
>Her ears shoot straight back up and she reinflates her body to its original position.
"We are much to proud for that!"
>She does however, give a small pout.
"But... we are sorry."
>You rub your temple, trying to force away a headache.
>Too many twists and turns today.
>Way way too many twists and turns.
"Princess. We both made a rash mistake. Forgive me for lying and I'll forgive you for this."
>She nods.
"We agree beast. It was a silly mistake on both of ours parts."
>You let out a chuckle.
>What a fucking day.
>Eying the chair Chrysalis was using, you raise an eybrow.
"Nightmare Moon. It just now occurs to me, that we haven't really been able to talk."
>You gesture to the other seat.
"If you aren't busy. I would really enjoy getting to know you a little better."
>Her eyes instantly light up and she can't suppress a smile.
"That would be okay... we suppose."
>And she all but skips over to the chair.
"What would thou like to know?"
>You want to chuckle at the display, but decide against it.
>So the two of you end up spending several hours talking about nothing in particular.
>And oddly enough, you find she's actually pretty decent company.
>When you bid her goodnight, you even notice a hint of sadness on her face.
>It makes you glad to know that your leaving caused it.
>...
>Well, you are who you are after all.
"Goodnight Empress Moon. I'm glad we got talk."
>She nods.
"And you as well beast. Do you wish us to send you to our sister this night?"
>You shake your head.
"No. I have to make amends to one of my pets tonight."
 
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