>>LAST TIME
>YOU IS PRISON, BITCH
>SLUTBRA ISN'T HAVING A GOOD TIME
>TRIXIE IS A BITCH
>YOU ABOUT TO DIE, DOG
>SUDDENLY - LUNA!
>SHE NEEDS YOUR ASSISTANCE!
>CELESTIA IS MISSING!
>TWILIGHT IS MISSING!
>PONYVILLLE IS UNDER A SHIELD!
>CRYSTAL EMPIRE UNDER ATTACK FORM A NAMELESS HORROR!
>TRIXIE SAYS 'LOL NO'
>LUNA LEFT AFTER YOU INSULTED HER
>AND NOW
>IT IS MUCH LATER
>"Alright, CUT!" yells Rex the Camera Pony, "That's a wrap!"
>He gets off his front forehooves and magicking the camera out of the way.
>"About bloody time!" yells Lassie, who begins to rut Slutbra furiously, "You have any idea how hard it is to stay hard while you're bloody saying 'Hey, Lass, stop for a minute and let me change postions' or 'Hey, Lass, can you slow down?' or "Hey Lass, can you go nice and deep now'!?"
>Slutbra seems to be beyond tears right now, barely keeping her rump in the air as Lassie pounds her.
>Her eyes look far away, like she isn't all there.
>You turn away, hating yourself and everyone around you.
>Your shoulder is killing you, your leg is killing you, and the gaping hole in your soul is killing you.
>You feel both emotionally and physically drained.
>Trixie, meanwhile, finishes her drink.
>"Ahhh, yes!" she glees, "I can't wait to see what footage we got for 'Sombra gets bucked part 2'!" she bounces onto her hooves, and glares menacingly at Slutbra, "And then we can get more footgae for part 3!"
>Rex makes a strangled groan.
>As Lassie finishes up, grunting as his balls drain in Slutbra's well worn pussy, Bruiser, the grey stallion, Gray and the blue stallion, Plum wander out of Slutbra's cell.
>"Well buck..." says Bruiser, collapsing in front of Trixie, "I had no idea shooting revenge porn movies could be so tiring..."
>Plum is walking with his rear legs apart, staggering noticeable
>"I don't think I'll be able to do anything for a few weeks," he gasps.
>He gingerly rolls onto the ground, legs spread in the air, wincing
>His manhood is visibly raw.
>You can only guess at how much pain Slutbra is in.
>God dammit Anon, you fucked up, you fucked up-
>You suddenly realize that Gray has walked past the other two, and is now entering your cell.
>Oh shit, this can't be good.
>For the most part the stallions and Trixie have been focused on Slutbra, and have only really thrown the occassional taunt at you when you managed summon up enough energy to pathetically yell at them.
>You do recall calling Gray some sort of faggot, but he just ignored you and pounded Slutbra harder.
>You try to move your legs, to get into a suitable kicking position, but just feebly wiggle your legs a little.
>Gray stalks close to you, eyeing you intently.
>He stops in the middle of the cell, and simply lies down on his hooves.
>And he stares at you through narrowed eyes.
>You blink a few times to get the excess tears out, and glare back.
>He looks at you, then to Slutbra.
>Lassie has finished off, and simply rolls onto the floor.
>"Buuuuuck!" he lowly growls, as he uses his forehooves to drag himself out of the cell.
>Slutbra collapses in the other direction, then slowly rolls up in the fetal position.
>Gray frowns slightly, his eyes watching Lassie crawl and curse his way out, then turns back to you.
>"Alright ape," he says, "What's the deal,"
>You stare back at him.
>He continues to lay there, idle, watching.
>You suppose you aught to give him an answer.
"What deal?" you grunt
>He gestures over to Slutbra
>"THAT deal," he asks, "How in Equestria did you end up with THAT as a 'girlfriend'?"
>You roll your head back over to her.
"Twilight did a mind-altering, gender swapping type spell on her when Sombra tried to kill me on the moon as a part of a devious plan to take over the Crystal Empire,"
>Holy hell that took a lot out of you, just saying that.
>It also sounds absurd.
>Only In Fucking Equestria.
>Slutbra looks up at you.
>You smile weakly at her.
>Gray leans in, scrutinizing you
>"And she did that because...?" he questions
"She was aiming at me," you reply, "She thought that if I got turned into a cockslut girl that the Crystal Empire's and Equestria's problems would magically get solved." you state, weakly.
>Slutbra smirks a bit
>"Solved all of mine," she says, lowly.
>Your smile strengthens and you shake you head.
>Gray's eyes are still narrowed in suspicion
>"So, Twilight uses a spell to turn Sombra into a 'cockslut girl', and you instantly fall for her?" he says, sceptical
>You roll your head back to him.
"No." you state, "I admit I was ... angry at Slutbra at the beginning. She DID try and kill me after all, but ... it never really sat right with me that we essentially mind-raped her into being a slave."
>Slutbra tries to scooch over to the bars betwixt your cells, but get's stopped by the chain attached to her collar.
"And, as time went on...I think I was a lot more like her than I first realized, and I was almost in her position...and it ... hurt me to see her like that," you whisper, "I guess I kind of empathized with her, and, well, forgave her," you finish, smiling.
>Gray leans fully into your vision, eyes wide.
>"What." he states.
>You blink.
"I forgave her," you repeat, "I mean, after a few weeks, there wasn't anything left that I could say was bad about her, other than the times she kept tricking me into debasing her in one way or another," you frown slightly, "but still, she's good to me."
>Gray blinks at you.
>"This bitch tried to kill you, and you forgave her." he states, impassive.
>Your eyes meet.
"It's not hard. In my opinion, she already was punished enough. She really isn't Sombra any more, and it's hard to blame the son for the sins of the father,"
>Gray looks over at Slutbra, then back at you.
>"I don't believe you," he states
"Oh? Then tell me, if that were Sombra, would she have obeyed every order you gave her?" you ask, "Or would he have tried to trick you, or in the very least fight back?"
>Gray's eyes focus on you, then he turns to Slutbra, contemplative.
>While he thinks, you see Trixie and Rex looking at a projection of Plum kicking Slutbra in the chest.
>"Again," demands Trixie maliciously
>You wince at a solid kick to Slutbra's belly.
>You see Lassie desperately drinking from some sort of bottle, like a babe from a teat.
>Plum is still in his awkward pose, moaning occassionally in pain.
>Your eyes travel back to Gray, who has turned back to you.
>"Sombra would have done something" he says, slow and thoughtful.
>You sigh.
>Diplomatic Victory!
>Now where the hell was this diplomacy with Moonbutt, Anon!?
>I dunno
>Gray shakes his head.
>"So, Anon." he looks over at Slutbra, "Who do I blame?"
"Blame?" you slur
>"Yes," says Gray, "Sombra was responsible for some unwise business decisions on my behalf," his expression is cold, "Ended up losing my fortune. Luckily Princess Celestia was able to prevent Sombra from getting the mmoney, but...I'll never see a dime of it."
>He fixes a point on the ground
>"I lost a thriving business, putting many of my friends out of work and my family out on the street. Now I'm a Domme in Red Light, and my wife and kids are barely scraping by..."
>He sighs
>"I...guess I need someone to blame."
"You can't blame something for something that doesn't exist," you eloquently state.
>You think.
>Gray looks at you, then turns to Slutbra, thoughtful.
>"You said there isn't much evil in her now..."
>He stands up, expression hardening.
>"...but I still see plenty of Sombra." he finishes, darkly.
>You groan
"Why is it so hard for you ponies to forgive and forget?" you moan
>He turns away from you.
>Then delivers a pretty powerful buck to your injured shoulder.
>You half grunt, half scream as the irritating pain becomes 'something is seriously broken, get to a hospital' pain.
>Fucking ow.
>"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over how you're in the lap of luxury as a Crystal Empire Bucktoy." he states, coldly, "It's easy to forgive when you don't suffer the consequences, you naive Ape."
>You try kick the ground to try and get the pain away.
>Your leg twitches, nothing more.
"Fucking fucking ow!" you state, "Fuck you!"
>"No. Buck you." he trots out.
>Fucking arsehole.
>He kind of has a point though.
>Trixie, Gray and the rest, you guess, are all currently living with the consequences of Sombra's actions.
>You personally aren't that worse off - if anything, things got better because of Sombra.
>But these guys and Trixie, they've been living with this pain, far worse off.
>This guys a prostitute now, for goodness sakes.
>But it still doesn't exactly excuse their actions, just explains it.
>This isn't really Sombra, after all.
>Not to you, anyway.
>Your pretty sure, anyway.
>You hope.
>He trots through the sun light cast on the floor, blocked partially by the bars.
>And as he does, you notice something.
>You have a bad feeling.
"Trixie," you gurgle out
>Trixie doesn't heed you, focused on the footage, licking her lips.
>You inhale deeply, and focus on making noise.
"Trixie!" you manage to yell out.
>Trixie looks up at you, lazily.
"What time is it?"
>Trixie grins
>"Wondering how long it's been?" she sneers, "How long you've been seperated? Since you last touched her?" she grins, "How romantic!"
>She pulls a watch out of her mane.
>"The time, my dear Anon, is 6:25 pm!" she declares
>Yep, this is really bad.
>"Do you feel better, Anon?" she mock pouts, "That was about 8 hours since you woke up!"
"Trixie," you say, worried, "Why hasn't the sun moved in the last 8 hours?"
>Trixie looks at you, quizically
>You motion your head to the long streaks of sunlight on the floor that Gray just walked through.
>They haven't moved since you woke up.
>Gray turns and looks at the spot with sudden wariness.
>Trixie narrows her eyes, and approaches the window, and looks up.
>She blinks.
>"The sun..." she says, quietly.
>As she stands there, stunned, a shadow briefly blocks out the sunlight, accompanied by a buzzing noise, like a giant wasp.
>In the distance you can hear a noise, starting out low, like the roar of cicadas from the window.
>Trixie's eyes widen.
>Gray takes a step back.
>Lassie quickly jumps up and hoists Plum into a standing position, looking at the window.
>Rex has pulled out his camera.
>Bruiser jumps up, horrified.
>"CHANGELINGS!" he shouts, quickly running up the stairs, "I have to warn the rest of the guard!"
>He gets to the door, just as a blue screen blinks into existance.
>He looks at it, stunned, before bashing against it.
>"A magic forcefield..." says Bruiser, "But why?"
>"Because you're not leaving."
>The voice is dark and cold.
>Several more buzzing shadows pass the prison window.
>You all turn to Trixie, who is still looking out the window.
>"But Trixie, I have to warn the guard!" says Bruiser, "I can't, not, I can't let my friends-"
>"No," she says, quietly.
>Lassie struggles up
>"We have to get out of here!" he says, lifting a wincing Plum onto his back.
>"No," repeats Trixie, blankly.
>"Trixie," calls Gray, "There's no point in staying!"
>Trixie turns around, face blank but eyes full of cold fury
>"No." she says, "I am not letting you go, not until Sombra has suffered for her crimes,"
>They all stare blankly at her.
>"Trixie, you have to drop this shield, right now," says Bruiser.
>"Why?" she asks
>"My friends are out there at Canterlot Hospital! They're still crippled from the accident Sombra caused! I can't help them stuck here!"
>"Oh?" she turns to Lassie, "And I suppose you want to go back to the orphanage with Plum and help all your little 'brothers and sisters', hmmm?"
>"Trixie mate," says Lassie, flabbergasted, "what are you-"
>"And I guess you want to go back to your wife and children, Gray?" she continues
>"Trixie," says Gray, serious, "They're out on the streets, out in the open-"
>"Well too bad," she says, her tone menacing, "Too. Bucking. Bad."
>She advances on Plum and Lassie
>"I have not lied, cheated, stolen and swindled my way, to this point, to be stopped." the blue unicorn growls, "I am not abandoning what I came here for - what YOU all came here for."
>She points to Slutbra, still curled up as close as she can to you
>"Her. I did not set all this up for my revenge to be stopped."
>Everyone is silent, while the buzzing outside grows.
>You begin to hear individual flapping of insectoid wings, and the cries and shouts of surprised guards and screaming civilians.
>"Trixie, what are you talking about?" says Bruiser, "Just grab the bitch and-"
>"NO." she shrieks, "NO." there's tears in her eyes, "I don't have anything to go out there for. Anything!" she stalks into the cell, "All I have is THIS!"
>She stomps on Slutbra's broken leg, repeatedly, getting all sorts of grotesque sounds out of it.
>Slutbra is screaming and crying.
>You tense against the bonds and cringe.
>Trixie stops, and turns around.
>"That's ALL I have. That's it. Now," she grabs Bruiser in her telekenesis.
>Bruiser is dragged kicking and screaming back down the stairs and into the cell.
>Gray quickly looks around the room.
>"You're insane!" cries Lazzie
>He dumps Plum on the ground, and leaps at Trixie.
>Trixie flicks him out of the air with her magic without a second thought.
>"No!" cries Plum, crawling over to Lassie's dazed form.
>Bruiser is dragged into the room, just as a camera smacks Trixie in the head.
>It doesn't faze her.
>She looks up and grabs Rex by the mane and smacks him into the ground, before grrrrrrinding him along it before her feet.
>Gray grunts in frustration, and quickly dances into the room.
>He dodges and weaves, as if Trixie was spewing magical lasers.
>Trixie rolls her eyes, then simply bludgeons Gray with Bruiser several times, until they're a heap on the floor.
>"Now," she says, calmly walking over to the cell doors, "We're going to stay here,"
>She closes the doors
>"and we're going to make Sombra suffer,"
>She locks the cell
>"and we're not going to have any complaints,"
>She tosses the key.
>"And that is final,"
>She turns, the buzzing deafening.
>And starts.
>Slutbra is propped on Lassie's prone form.
>Plum is holding Slutbra's head, pointing her horn at Trixie.
>The cap that was on it rolls on the ground nearby.
>"Get bucked," he says, before working Slutbra's tail.
>She grunts, shooting magic at Trixie
>Trixie teleports out of the way.
>Plum follows Trixie around the room, using Slutbra like a turret.
>But after a few spurts Slutbra's grunts and moans grow weary and quiet, the spurts of magic weakening.
>Trixie sees her chance, appears in front of Plum, and smartly bonks him in the face with her hoof.
>She stands over Lassie, Plum and Slutbra, breathing heavily.
>You were transfixed, horrified.
>Trixie glares at Slutbra as Slutbra struggles to escape from Plum's groaning bulk.
>"You know what?" she says
>You begin to see something barbed emerge from Trixie's horn as she revs her magic, forming a thread.
>"You're not suffering enough,"
>The barbed thread begins whipping out, tearing Plum out of the way.
>He screams sharply, before rolling on the ground grabbing his stomach, groaning and rolling in pain.
>Slutbra rolls away, just as the thread strikes down onto Lassie.
>Lassie starts awake, before screaming as well.
>Slutbra quickly tries to crawl away, but her mangled leg is slowing her down.
>Trixie drags the thread out of Lassie, silencing him, and casually flicks it around Slutbra's broken leg.
>Slutbra screams, eyes wide.
>The thread seems to dig and worm it's way into Slutbra's leg.
>Slutbra's scream intensifies, her eyes clenching, tears streaming down her face.
>Trixie however, is laughing.
>"NOW THIS" she screams, manic, "IS EQUESTRIAN JUSTICE!"
>She throws her head back, laughing.
>A green glob smacks her on the face from behind.
>The impact is so hard that it throws her bodily into the corner of the cell.
>Several more green goops smack into Trixie's form, covering her in a pile of disgusting green slime.
>The barbed thread ceases to exist, although Slutbra continues to scream.
>You turn and oh that's a lot of changelings.
>A changeling tests the cell door, then simply steps back.
>Several blasts of green energy busts the lock, and they pour into the cell.
>A larger one casually trots into your cell.
>You try to do something, anything, but all you can do is feebly move your legs.
>"Which one, boss?" titters on of the changelings from the cell.
>Several changelings hold up a sobbing Slutbra and a dazed Gray.
>"The one on the left," he points, before turning to you.
>"Anonymous, you have to come with us," he clicks at you.
>You blink
"Waht." you choke out.
>"You are coming with us," he chatters, zapping the bonds on your wrists.
>You arms fall to the ground, and you quickly grab your shoulder at it blooms into pain.
"Fuck!" you grunt.
>'Can you walk?" he chitters, scrutinizing you
>You continue to clutch your arm, eyes scrunched.
"Probably not," you grind you.
>"Alright, we got it," you hear one of the changelings say.
>"This one's not moving," you hear the larger one grunt before you.
>You open your eyes, seeing Slutbra draped over a changeling's back, just as two of the bugponies quickly seize you.
>"Watch his shoulder," says the larger one, "And his leg,"
>The two changelings tenderly lift you up.
>You meanwhile are confused.
>Why the hell are these guys being so nice for?
>Aren't they invading Canterlot?
>What's going on!?
>You're lifted out of the cell, following the larger boss changeling.
>You soon meet the changeling carrying Slutbra.
>"What about the others?" says one of the many changelings.
>"I couldn't care less" states the boss changeling, "We'll get a watch down here-"
>The pile of green goop in the corner of the cell hardens, then cracks.
>Black chitinous heads quickly turn, just as the hardened goop shatters explosively.
>Trixie is standing there, shaking with furious rage.
>"BUCK OFF!" she howls , throwing magic around indescriminate and wild.
>The changelings get zapped or tossed into walls by Trixie's wrath.
>The boss quickly magics up a shield.
>"Quick, move!" he yells towards you and Slutbra, "Take them to the Queen!"
>You're dragged up the stairs, Slutbra whimpering ahead of you on the back of a changeling.
>"NO!" you hear Trixie give an earpiercing shriek.
>There's a strong ZAP and the changeling holding Slutbra smacks into the wall with a sickening crunch.
>Slutbra slumps off where the changeling was, and tumbles towards you.
>"GET HER!" you hear the boss screech, the sound of magic lasers and green gloops increasing in volume and intensity.
>All you can see is Slutbra roll towards you down the stairs.
>You reach your hand out.
>You see her shocked, pained face as she rolls over, her hoof coming around towards you.
>You feel some energy spring forth from somewhere, you fingers buzzing with energy.
>Slutbra's eyes seem to dilate as her hoof comes close to your hand.
>You touch.
>Time freezes abruptly.
>Something travels from you to her, and from her to you.
>You feel suddenly energized.
>You feel Slutbra's pain, her agony, her shame.
>You feel your rage, your sadness, your impotence, but most importantly your love flows between you.
>Her eyes are glowing, as she crystallizes.
>From the look of your hand, you too have crystalized.
>You both smile at each other.
>Your other hand whips out and meets hers.
>You feel like you're falling into her, as she falls into you.
>Your crystalline bodies shimmer into light, then merge.
>You're complete.
>You're Whole.
>You look around, your shimmering brilliance illuminating the dark place you're in.
>You see several empty voids, chittering to each other in fea and awe.
>You see some fleshy, grotesque, sweaty bodies, full of life and fear and hate, five quiet, one dancing gaily, attempting to strike at you.
>The pitiful strikes bounce off the Light of your Souls.
>You hate this place.
>So you move on.
>You zip outside the room through a gap in the stone with several metal poles imbedded, out into Arael's Light.
>All around you, you hear the clicking voids and the twitching flesh, dancing at and around each other.
>You rise above it all.
>You want to go home.
>You want to return from whence you came, to where those you love reside.
>You rise up further, and see in the distance shimmering light like yours.
>But you also see.
>You see it.
>Rage incarnate.
>Hate.
>Anger.
>And on the wind you hear the mournful cry of the Crystal.
>Your heart sinks like a stone.
>Like a lightning bolt you soar across the sky, and in a zap you behold your Self.
>Or what's left of it.
>The Crystal Palace remains, protected by a pink shield.
>The rest of Empire is a smoking, shattered ruin.
>You hear the death knell of broken crystal, of shattered dreams.
>You see broken bodies of crystal and ponies scattered, like children's toys thrown about and broken by an enraged toddler.
>A thousand thousand screaming voices, in pain, anguish and mourning blast into you.
>You're heart breaks.
>You were foolish to leave your Self.
>Foolish to try and change things for Anonymous.
>Foolish to try and save Slutbra.
>You have a weird sense of being two seperate people simultaneously.
>You tear your eyes away from the destruction to look at it's cause.
>It's huge.
>It stands on two long legs, and claws at the shield with a long left arm.
>Where it's right arm should be is a stump.
>The body is small in relation to the limbs, giving the creature an unnatural proportion.
>It's skin is a strange, matt black, born from the flesh of the Infernal, its very substance is disconcerting and wrong.
>It's face is a terrible visage, with a snarling mouth, full of blocky teeth, as if all the teeth in the mouth for each jaw were fused together.
>It's eyes shine with a fey, orange brilliance, promising nothing but destruction.
>It stops it's assault on the shield, and looks at you.
>Recognition springs from an ancient memory, not one of your own.
>The Anchor of Loss.
>It sees you and screams in hate and fury.
>The blast of emotion is palpable and horrifying, striking you in a deeply primordial way.
>It jumps up, like a strange, long-limbed monkey.
>In a flash you zip around him, bouncing around the baleful glare of the Light of his Soul as he tries to ensnare you.
>But while you are small, you are faster.
>You dance around the Anchor, heading into the Crystal.
>You travel through it, into it, along it, and find yourself floating before another fleshy, writhing body.
>But this one is familiar.
>Something cracks, and you're both in the realm of the real, on the Royal Balconey, looking over the ruins of Crystal Empire.
>...
>What the fucking fuck was that!?
>You can't begin to describe the disorientation you're feeling right now.
>You FEEL Slutbra, amazed at her body being whole, and smile, and grab ahold of that to centre yourself.
>You also feel absolutely heartbroken.
>All that death, all that misery...
>You want to Heal it so badly...
>An exhausted Cadence, eyes shadowed and hair frazzled, looks up at you, and jumps.
>"Anon!? Slutbra!?" she boggles, "What, when-"
>You rush forward and wrap Cadence in a hug.
"I'm so, so sorry," you cry into her shoulder.
>Cadence remains stock still, then hugs you back, weary.
>"No, it's okay, it's alright..." she soothes
"But I-"
>"Later," she says, sternly.
>"Anonymous!" you hear, and you turn, and you catch the Shining.
>You feel his glee and happiness and love for you, and you bathe in it.
>"I'm so glad to see you!" he yells, laughing softly.
"I'm glad to see you too!" you reply, hugging him back.
>"Oh, we needed you so, so badly!" cries Shining, nuzzling your neck.
>"Yes we have, Anonymous."
>You turn around, trying to pinpoint the source.
>You see injured ponies, all standing up, cheering you.
>"He's back!"
>"He's returned!"
>"We're saved!"
>"We're sorry!"
>They mob you, sad, lonely, tired and broken.
>You heal their Imperfections and assure them as much as you're able to while looking about for the source.
"Who is-"
>"It is us, the Whole."
>The voice no longer screams at you, sounding more like...well, yourself when you have internal monologues.
"This is weird." you say, the ponies ignoring you.
>"You're telling us - we're now talking to ourself as a seperate entity." says the Whole, directly into your head, strangely conversationally, "Which is weird. But enough talk, Anon, we haven't much time"
>There's a sudden impact, drawing you back into the world of the real.
>Cadence grits her teeth.
>"I don't know how long I can hold the shield," she groans.
>"It's okay Honey, we can use Love Magic to repel him now," says Shining, soothingly stroking Cadence's back.
>"Yeah...That won't work," says the Whole.
"Why won't it work?" you call out
>"All the 'Love Magic' will do is limit the Light of the Anchor's Soul." says the Whole, "...or what you might know as a 'magical shield'. It will not destroy nor repel him, if anything it will enrage him."
"So then, how do we kill it?"
>You remember a memory that is yours and not yours.
>You came to the Place of Becoming, where you would become one with Perfection.
>You hovered over the Place, your Divine Geometry slowly drilling down through the Sky, slowly entering the Place.
>The Place had sent forth it's Guardians, but you swatted them down with your thunder.
>But as you drilled down, the Place tantalyzingly close, the Guardian's unleashed the Mountain That Spoke.
>It struck you, it's lightning matching yours in strength and brutality.
>You turned, feeling yourself alter and distort, opening and contracting, focusing yourself.
>You replied, and struck at the Mountain with all your Might.
>You blink, suddenly back in the present.
"What the fuck was that." you state, the mob receding at your curse.
>"What was what?" asks Shining, concerned.
>"It is how you beat the Anchor." claims the Whole, "After all, if it worked for him long ago, it will work for us."
>You look at Shining, then Cadence, then Slutbra.
>And you understand.
"Okay....I think I know how we take him down," you state, "Cadence, I'm going to need you to hit that with Love Magic."
>"But you just said-" begins Shining
"I said it won't kill him, merely weaken him."
>"But I fear I don't have enough strength," says Cadence, sadly.
>You walk up to her and hug her.
>You motion Shining to do the same.
>You FEEL her, the connection happening like second nature.
>You feel her tiredness, and weariness, her sadness at all this destruction.
>You feel your love trickle in alongside Shining's.
>But it feels like a stream adding to a river fighting against the tide of an enraged and angry ocean.
>A fight that Cadence is quickly losing.
>You reach out, and grab Slutbra.
>You then FEEL Slutbra, and her Love.
>You FEEL the Crystal Ponies, and their love for you, and each other.
>They sing to you, and you sing back.
>They rise in chorus in reply, their love for you, for each other coursing into you through song.
>You then unceremoniously dump all the love from the ponies into Cadence.
>Cadence suddenly stands up stock still.
>Her eyes glow.
>With a sudden surge, all the love blasts out in a torrent towards the terrible giant like a torrent of light.
>It grunts and growls, repulsed, it's light struggling against yours.
>It puts it's hand up to block the blast, snarling loudly.
>You then reach out, and feel the crystal.
>You throb, glowing red.
>The crystal cleanly reforms around you, merging, tightening.
>The ponies seem to fall into the crystal, singing and humming.
>The broken crystal of Empire liquifies and slicks back up into the Palace.
>The Palace contorts from a tall shard into something not unlike a flower.
>You contract and expand, the flower seeming to open again, the petals larger.
>You contract and expand, the flower growing larger, with you at the centre, and Cadence and Shining perched atop you, blasting the Anchor, and Slutbra inside you, singing.
>A song of your strength.
>A song of your Might.
>The crystal follows, and you feel your Might grow.
>The giant continues to roar, reaching out for Cadence and Shining's beam, with intent to crush them.
>Not this time.
>This time YOU will destroy IT.
>You feel your Might grow large, threatening to burst.
>And then the choir's song reaches a loud, high pitched wailing screech.
>And you unleash the Thunder.
>One second the Anchor is whole.
>The next the land is bathed in light, and the Anchor is missing it's other arm.
>A second later and the Anchor is missing it's head.
>The Anchor freezes, shuddering.
>The next second a line has been carved cleanly down the middle of the Anchor.
>The Anchor twitches horribly.
>You hear a whisper on the wind, of remorse, of anguish, of despair, of a single name for which the entire world would be destroyed.
>The Anchor drips, then spurges, then liquifies-
>And explodes in a mighty blast.
>The blast bounces off the Light of your Soul, and you sigh, relieved.
>You unfold yourself, setting yourself back down, reforming yourself.
>You contract and expand, feeling strange and uneasy.
>You blink, finding yourself on the Royal Balconey.
>Cadence is gasping and huffing, slumped on your back.
>Shining is under your left arm, huffing and puffing.
>Slutbra is singing joyfully, her hooves dancing like crazy underr your arm.
>And you're fucking buggered.
>"We...that was..." Shining gasps between breaths, "That was awesome," he finalizes.
>You drop to your knees, Shining landing on his hooves, Slutbra quickly slipping out from under your arm, and dancing around you.
>You go to all fours, darkness ebbing into the sides of your vision, something tugging deep inside you.
>"Anon?" you hear someone call, as you fall into the floor.
>"ANONYMOUS!" it calls louder, but distant.
>You groggily attempt to figure out where you are, feeling small and simultaneously large.
>"Welcome Home, Anonymous" you hear, from all around and within yourself, "And this time, you're NOT leaving,"
>Can't argue with that, you say, slipping into a wonderous, blissful sleep.