Heeeere, kitty, kitty~.
>the raging manticore, whose mouth is drooling over itself with what could only be wagered to be at least a gallon of saliva, gives a low snarl
>apparently it doesn’t enjoy being mocked with its long-distance cousin, the house cat
Hey, uh, Twilight, if you can fire up that light spell any further, I totally would appreciate it.
>Twi: “I’m trying my best, here! It’s like the darkness is eating my magic!”
Gah! Octavia, status?
>Oct: “Let the world be humbled in the beauty of my musical magic!”
Pardon?
>the violin is out, and before you realize it she calls forth the song of the woods;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-an-TzQgNv0
>you suddenly notice that playing such an enthusiastic song loudly in this evil forest is a terrible idea, yet she ventures on, her bow thrashing as she pours her soul into it
>you suddenly feel as if the forest itself is responding to this song, a curse slowly lifted as the ominous presence of an unknown entity wanders off
>it appears to be pissing the manticore off beyond reason, however, and with an anguished roar it charges at you head on
Activate.
>the flames rush out of the wielded blade in a force never seen before, sparks flying and cackling about as your resolution holds you firm
Creature, you stand in my way of the thing I treasure most; either step aside, or prepare to die.
>the potion has worn off long ago, but it’s obvious that his reply wasn’t friendly, considering the point that it’s a raging roar piercing through the song
>it swings around, its scorpion tail swinging to the side at you for an easy shot
>it apparently didn’t value it much, as you cleave it into two with a crude upward strike
>the extra limb sliced aside, it roars in a second fury, turning around clawing your blade away before swiping into your chest
>you hear a very drawn out note of music as the claw anchors in, unable to penetrate through but rather be snagged into the mesh of your overcoat
>it raises the other claw, ready to tear through your face, as it tries to give some facial gesture of victory
>Twi: “Anon!”
>Oct: “Taaaaake THIS!”
-----
>it was dead before it realized it, the glowing bow clearing through the claw effortlessly as it catches it in the teeth
>the scent of singed mane nauseates you, although in some respects it should have been more revolting when the part where the manticore’s head is sliced into two, leaving the skull’s fluid and the remains of the foul creature to collapse over you
Ugh, get this fucker off of me!
>Manticore: *death rattle*
Fuck you, get off of me, eck!
>the sword, resting in the dirt, is the only source of light for a moment as the corpse is lifted via magic and flung aside, Twilight hovering (not literally) over you, having limped over from her spot
>Twi: “I got ya.”
>making to your feet, the lights from Twilight’s horn presses on you once again as you pull out the remains of the claws, the nails themselves stuck in your overcoat
>you suddenly begin coughing violently, the weight of the manticore nearly crushing your already bruised ribcage
>you collapse on a knee, sudden fatigue taking you from the series of being battered
>your body is nearly at its limit, and you know it; it’s also obvious that they recognize it, with the way you’re acting
>you realize blood is coming out of your mouth, wiping it off as the two mares watch you in an anxious dread
>Twi: “You’re not going to make it at this rate, Anon, if you keep pressing yourself like this.”
Shut... ugh…
>they both catch you as you fall face forward, although Twilight is barely holding her own
>taking a moment to regain your senses, your focus shifts hazily about as your head spins
>what… is even going on…?
>you feel it, untold internal injuries you cannot treat here, gathering with each event
>what the fuck compels you to do this for this one mare
>how can the power of love make you go such lengths, even towards your death?
>steadily gaining posture yet again, you douse the sword and sheath it, wiping the trace amounts of body fluids that fucking cat thing was kind enough to leave on you
>putting Twilight on your shoulders once again, she gives numerous complaints of your health before she gives up
>Oct: “Did you notice how much brighter the light is, though? Ever since I played that song.”
>Twi: “Yeah, you’re right! Not much further, Anon, you can do it!”
>you spit some blood on the ground in response, trudging forward as you reach your destination
-----
>meanwhile, over at the temple of the elements, two creatures in question are in population of the dilapidated building
>one being a well bounded Pinkie, who’s barely hanging on the rope of life at the moment, and is carefully roped against the central pillar,
>and one Princess Luna, standing before the pink mare with a crazed look more potent than any weapon she could possess
>Luna: “Ah, how wonderful the night is upon our mystical mane, don’t you agree?”
>she prods Pinkie in response, trying to get the beaten pony to talk
>Pinkie: “Shove off, your highness. Why am I here?”
>well, Luna wanted a reply, so she got one
>Luna: “It appears that my supposed ‘ally’ didn’t manage to finish the plan she offered to accomplish so flawlessly, so I’m here to help speed up the process.”
>Luna picks up a small piece of debris with her magic, ogling it thoughtlessly
>Pinkie: “Plan? What pl-AUGH!”
>the aforementioned debris is slung into Pinkie’s chest, the rope doing her little mercy as it slams into her
>Luna: “Quiet, welp. You, like those other five, have been long too faithful to my naïve sister. This Anon character has done more harm than good, killing off the faithful that I worked so desperately to convince of my power.”
>the rock, still held pressed against Pinkie by magic, is finally let go with a nod of Luna’s horn
>Luna: “I will soon resume my rightful place as ruler of Equestria, and *I* will be the one to banish my sister this time! But first, I must rid of this foul creature that has been nothing but a thorn in my side.”
>Pinkie: “You’re… going to kill Anon?”
>her responses are withered, laced with dismay; her body, knowingly like Anon’s, have been put to the limit
>the corrupted Princess giggles with glee at arriving at such an opportune moment, after catching word of Queen Chrysalis’s fall and the human’s venture into the forest, escorted by two measly ponies
>Luna: “You are nothing but bait, little one. I pity the pony that associates herself with that wretched Anon! But alas, I do truly feel sorry to have used somep0ny so innocent to lure the trash in.”
>it’s this time that Pinkie giggles, her lungs giving her the extra effort to laugh
>Pinkie: “Hehehahaha! You’re so funny, Princess!”
>Luna: “And why is that, inferior commoner?”
>Pinkie’s grin goes from playful to one that put a chill in Luna’s heart
>Pinkie: “You think Anon was the one who tortured that whiny prince to death~? Noooope!”
>if it is even possible, Luna’s eyes darkened with an unfathomable hatred, a shadow of spite overcasting her face
>Luna: “Do go on.”
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>you’re trailing the path like a starved dog with rabies, a slanted look in your eyes that tells tales upon tales of desperation
>you’re half walking, half running at this point, doing whatever your body will permit you as you embark on the final stretch
Twilight… tch… give me an estimate…
>Twi: “The bridge is right there, look!”
>the three of you see the silhouette of a gloomy looking bridge, looking ready to break down along with your hopes
>as you approach it, you realize that you’re far too late to make that claim;
>the bridge is beyond gone, having been blown into two somehow
>Oct: “What, WHAT?!”
>you hate bridges now, which creates a paradox with your despising of the lack of said bridges
Why? WHY?!
>whoooooa
>your mind doesn’t even have a moment to understand what happens as the world goes unbelievably dark, save the…
>you can see sky now, amongst the trees
>Twilight’s light flickers back on as you see what happened, Octavia looking about in just as much confusion
>you’re suddenly on the other side of the bridge, the depths below foreboding in various ways
>Twi: “Anon, I just teleported us, hurry!”
I’m on it, ugh!
>there goes your right calf, giving out from the abuse
Damn it, fuck-fuck-fuck!
>Twilight is flung over your shoulders and lands unceremoniously on her back, the grass cushioning the fall
>Oct: “Anon, what’s wrong with your leg?”
I don’t know, but I… ugh!
>you pull out your sword, once again flaming away, and using it as a cane hobble your way forward
>you begin sweating profusely as you pick on Twilight, groaning as she’s lifted
>Twi: “Anon, you need medical help, just wait here for Celestia to arrive while we go get Pinkie!”
Tch, I can’t do that! It’s right there, I just need to-tch, GUUUH!
>there goes your other leg, it appears they’re both on strike now
>Twilight actually manages to be graceful in her landing this time, although cringes with the twisted hoof
>Twi: “Wait here, I’m begging you. We’ll be right back.”
>as you watch Octavia and Twilight charge ahead into the temple of sorts, you growl ominously, resolution blinding you to the bitter end
Pinkie… Pie…!
-----
>the most prestigious Princess Luna was busy slapping Pinkie about after hearing quite a gruesome tale of her ventures when Twilight and Octavia came in
>Twi: “Princess Luna?!
>Oct: “I can’t believe it.”
>Luna: “What?! It was YOU two that went with him?! I… I should have known. Where is the human?”
>Twi: “That’s none of your business! What you’re doing to Pinkie Pie and Anon is wrong!”
>Pinkie: “It’s just Pinkie!”
>stubborn to the end, as always
>Luna: “Ahahahaha, so I’ve been found out. None of you will survive my wrath tonight, for I have become the strongest I have in YEARS!”
>her cackle is illuminated by a full moon, as ebony energy envelops her
>Twi: “Princess, don’t do this, it’s not worth it!”
>she tries to go forward in some physical attempt to persuade Luna, but she’s promptly stopped by Octavia
>Oct: “Stop, it’s too late for begging. We need to stop her, before she loses control.”
>Twi: “But, we only have two of the six that stopped her before, how are we to defeat her?!”
>Octavia’s grin is threefold at this statement, the violin out at full display
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exl5W4PLcew
>Oct: “By force.”
>she swings the bow forward, her hooves working a ferocity that could pierce the souls of any who would hear it
>Twi: “Octavia… what…?”
>Oct: “O’ Princess Celestia, protect me. Twilight, get READY!”
>and that’s when it happened; Octavia showed her passion evolving into its finest form
>and no one doubted her skill after that moment
-----
>Pinkie, trying her best to wiggle out of her binds as the now transformed Nightmare Moon is in her most dubious form, her eyes striking terror forth
>but, she could only marvel at this most enviable aura…
>to be met by this serenade of… such beauty, and authority!
>NMM: “What, what is this foul and pitiable creature doing with that horrid instrument!”
>Octavia’s eyes are intensely focused, darting about as she thinks dozens of measures ahead
>visions of herself form around in a band of sorts, sound based clones forming with different stringed instruments to give the full effect the song
>fazing in and out of existence they play, as not just the strings, but the entire instruments themselves gain a shining hue, lighting up the entire foundation
>Oct: “Twilight, use… use this song to fight!”
>runes from the power of music emblazon around the ground, the melody cracking the bricks as she and her squadron scorches the might of her greatest masterpiece yet
>her beloved cello in one position;
>a double bass tanking it in the back;
>the agile and deadly viola grinding in stories of passion untold;
>and herself with the violin, her hair glowing white and her eyes gaining a dangerous red hue
>Twilight, caught in this awe-inspiring aura, is suddenly invigorated and placed vertical, her once exhausted state evaporating as she regains strength to fight once more
>even Nightmare Moon is unnerved by the sight
>Twi: “This, this is…!”
>Oct: “The song of the heroes! Nightmare Moon, your fate has been sealed!”
>the light previously from the violin and bow swiftly joins Octavia’s entire body, a luminescent creature with a determination to unleash a harmony this world has never seen
>her song’s doppelgangers take position over her, continuing the song with a majestic wrath of the goddesses themselves
>NMM: “You think a song and a doubtful unicorn can defeat me?! Ahahahaaa!”
>Nightmare Moon was smart enough to cut the laughter short and move as the group of musical warriors shred through the very foundation of time itself, carving a path through where Nightmare Moon stood just a moment before
>the genuine Octavia jumps and swings her entire body around, the bow unleashing a vicious vertical wave that shreds the floor as it hones in on Nightmare Moon
>NMM: “Wha, WHAT?!”
>the dark villain dodges to the side just in time, the beam slicing through the pillar into pieces
>Octavia, still soaring through her song, unleashes all levels of hell with her super pony form, the other three of her adding to the sacred artillery as it explodes across the ruins
>NMM: “Pwah, you think that is going to beat me!”
>Pinkie: “You’re dodging it, aren’t you!”
>the first beam, having missed its target, tore precisely where it was truly aimed; right through Pinkie’s ropes, freeing her at last
>Pinkie, slipping through the waves of energy with ease, brandishes an intimidating looking frying pan, and has her target on lock down
>Twilight joining in and firing rocks and other worthwhile spells, Nightmare Moon realizes that she may have just met her match
>NMM: “Vile welps, how dare you think you can defeat me!”
>weaving through the wild fury of Octavia’s ire, she strikes at the true musician with a fell swoop of her hoof
>Octavia  and her group travels at the speed of fucking sound, bricks collapsing and pillars destroying themselves as she relocates each of her selves through different parts of the room, shooting waves and lashes of energy in vivid motions
>Twilight is taking the crushed wreckage and firing it like missiles at the royal traitor, who is using her own magic to deflect it
>what Pinkie has been eating must’ve been giving her some incredible front hooves strength, because she’s leaving craters swinging at Nightmare Moon
>Octavia is going double time now, knowing full well she’s not going to be able to keep it up at this rate; she waited for a moment like this, and she’s finally unleashing her true power, traveling at supersonic speeds with bow swinging
>only Nightmare Moon at her finest was able to lace through these simultaneous attacks, a slight sweat working her hidden brow
>Oct: “Tch… gotta… hurry… hit her…”
-----  
>meanwhile, grieving over your uselessness and crippled state, you suck it up and crawl through the dirt after sticking yourself with a nice thing of morphine
>sword in hand, you make distance little by little with your elbows
Pinkie… Pinkie!
>your mind is easing slowly in and out of consciousness, your body ready to give itself in to whatever supernatural forces has ready for it
>that is, until you hear the music echoing
>it’s… frightening, yet beautiful; how it urges you to step forward
>Anacondius: “MORTAL, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT OF TRIUMPH.”
An… Anacondius, Destroyer of Marehoods?!
>looks like the morphine is working, either that or you’ve become seriously delirious
>Anacondius: “LISTEN, HUMBLE CREATURE. THE ONE YOU SEEK, YOU LOVE; SHE IS THERE, WAITING FOR YOU TO RESCUE HER! YOU HEAR THAT SONG? LET IT CALL THEE FORWARD!”
I, I know, but I can’t use these useless things, I think they’re spraine-
>Anacondius: “FOOL! BEHOLD MY POWER!”
>you don’t know what happened at this point; considering the music has inspired you to do something great and the morphine is making you more loose than Monica Lewinski’s vagina, you suddenly feel as if your legs no longer have any grievances to address
-----
>meanwhile, after reading the statement, Fillydelphian would like to state that previous sentence does not make sense
> He is wrong.
-----
>perhaps in some divine prank, your penis gathered enough energy to sacrifice itself to restore your leg’s capability, resulting in a major boner killer
>nonetheless, you thank the old god below for helping you out, and you launch yourself up the wall of the temple
-----
>minutes later, the temple’s floors were beyond any state of repair, the scene terrible to behold;
>try as the three might, they could not land anything nary a scratch on the almighty Nightmare Moon
>even Octavia groups’ waves could only repel her, with little chance of defeating her unless the energy actually hits her
>Octavia, finally out of the strength she had left to give her greatest moment, collapses from exhaustion, her clones fading off in a conglomerate of notes
>Twilight and Pinkie immediately join to the floor as they lose the burst of invigoration that was previously coursing through them
>the evil princess transformed laughs with horrifying delight, the sight of fallen foes fueling her bloated ego
>NMM: “Pathetic fools, thinking any of you had a chance!”
>she lifts Twilight into the air and slams her into Octavia, sending the two of them aside in a daze before she turns her focus onto Pinkie, the mare of the hour
>NMM: “Now, the first to perish before I find Anon will be you, pink lover mare. If what you said was true, then I should enjoy tearing off each of your limbs.”
>Pinkie: “Tch… Anon…!”
>she’s being lifted into the air by Nightmare, Twilight trying her best to get to her hooves
>Twi: “Don’t… stop…”
>NMM: “A foolish fool who foolishly believes the foolishly foolish tales of another foolish fool is but foolish. Fare thee well, pathetic-“
OBJECTION!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7JFgZ-MTWM
>[Note that this is random music that higher forces played as the following scene occurred. This is not explainable.]
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>in a leap of crazed faith, the flaming great sword swinging before you, you have successfully launched yourself from the top of the temple through the wrecked ceiling, the moon at your back as you make some sort of banzai-ing motion downwards upon your foe
>Nightmare Moon turns just in time, an infinitely strengthened magical barrier forming to fend off your exaggerated blow
>NMM: “Useless… human…!”
DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY PINKIE!
>Pinkie: “Ahaha, your ‘Pinkie’~!”
>you let the obelisk swing out from your sleeve, waiting for a moment like this as it spikes into the shield
>the artifact voids it, a shockwave emitted as it penetrates through and shatters the barrier, releasing Pinkie as well
>realizing just soon enough, Nightmare Moon slides out of harm’s way as your sword finishes its fiery rampage
>alas, her speed is not enough to escape your vengeance entirely as the tip of your blade cracks into her night helmet, the armor saving her from death but not without a scar as it trails across her cheek
>her screams echo through the hall as a stream of blood trails across the floor
>NMM: “You… YOU… YOU TOUCHED ME, FILTHY CRETIN!”
>she tries to lift you in some hopes of splitting you in two, but the obelisk in your offhand is visibly refuting such things from happening
>you love this thing now, never EVER let it go
>or Pinkie, don’t let her go either
>Pinkie, Twilight, and even Octavia take your side, ready to take on this moonlit usurper
>NMM: “Not even YOU will stop me from taking over as the rightful ruler… HUMAN…!”
You honestly think you can take your sister’s throne, and beat three of her royal agents, AND win against a Pinkie Pie with a frying pan?
>Pinkie: “Uhhh huh~!”
>NMM: “Bwuh, ugh!”
>the bloody mess going on the side of her face is really getting her into a foul temper
>she’s swaying to and fro, stumbling as she gives a maniacal laugh, howling in some sort of insanity
>NMM: “Ehe. EHEAH. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHAHHHHHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”
>Oct: “What… the…?”
>Twi: “She’s possessed!”
She’s insane!
>Pinkie: “She’s not my kind of princess!”
-----
>she spends an entire fucking minute laughing; you counted the seconds after a while you waited
>you suddenly feel tired as the levels of adrenaline drop, kneeling down in fatigue as Pinkie gets next to you
>you stab the sword into the ground, sweeping her into your arms
I still can’t believe, … thank Nayru you’re alive, I love you so much.
>Pinkie: “I love you too, Anon~!”
>the weight of the constant worry that’s been haunting you for hours has been lifted, only to be placed down in the form of exhaustion, multiple injuries stacking up against you
>broken rigcage, legs are all sorts of fucked up
>you think you might have added a punctured lung with that last leap
>you cough painfully, blood gathering at your lips
>yeah, something’s fucked up inside of ya, that bleeding part can’t be that good
>you begin weeping, the pain throbbing through the medication, and you hold Pinkie as close as you can
>Pinkie: “I was scared, Anon… I thought you didn’t come to save me when I saw them come to help free me.”
My legs stopped working for a second, so my third one have them a jumpstart. I would never have stopped searching for you, and now I have you in my arms again… I was so scared too… of losing you…
>you realize what you’ve been wanting so badly, and she’s right there
>Pinkie is safe
>and you kiss her with as much passion as you can harness from your lips, anguish slipping away and replaced soon by feelings of elation
> Nothing matters, as long as you have her by your side.
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>like you said, full minute of Nightmare Moon giving an obscenely long laughter
>in this time, the four of you tossed together some sort of battle plan as you get into position
>NMM: “Ahaaaaah… you honestly think you can defeat me?!”
Nope!
>her arrogant face drops at the random change of pace as you walk towards her with a sword over your shoulder and the obelisk at the ready
>Pinkie gets behind Twilight in an interesting position, grabbing a hold of Twilight’s tail suggestively
>Octavia tries her best to ignore this as she works her bow back up into cutting order
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_Avkh8Gu9A
>sounds… classy and overplayed, but it’ll work
>giving some sort of tremendous effort to lift it with just one hand, you swing it fiercely in her direction, forcing her to teleport further back
>you nearly lose your shit as magical bolts fly past you when you realize that Pinkie turned Twilight into a magical heavy machine gun
>Twi: “Hey, it works!”
>Pinkie: “It does~!”
>Octavia is giving halfhearted swings that continue the onslaught; although not as powerful as before, one line is enough to split debris into half
>Nightmare Moon spins about like it’s nothing as the room slowly grows brighter from above
Guys, stop. It’s over; our job… tch… is done.
>and down you go, landing on your pelvis, and finally your back
>there’s no chance in hell you’re going to get up after this fall, your body is shutting down before you realize it
>Twi: “Anon!”
>Pinkie: “ANON!”
>Oct: “Hold on, help is coming!”
>Nightmare Moon, her armor battered and her body beaten from being sent around the room, stands tall and ready to continue
>NMM: “You poor things, you’re ready for your deaths so soon?”
No, it’s over. You’ve lost.
>NMM: “Lost? LOST?! I’ve won every-“
>and then she sees it, morning shining through
>she backs away even further as her sister, Princess Celestia, marches into the hall of the Elements alongside dozens of soldiers
>NMM: “Big sis! You, I-!”
>Celestia: “So, this is what you’ve become. I’m disappointed, little sister.”
>oh, oh ho ho; if you think Luna is going to turn sheepish and pathetic under her sister’s glare, you are dead wrong
>she glares right back in some sort of concerted and indignant manner, seething at the sight of her sibling pitying her
>NMM: “I hate you, you wretched and naïve mare! I’ve spent YEARS alone, learning the true nature of things. You’ve grown too soft, sister; and soon it’s my turn to banish you.”
>she laughs in the purest form of malice as you begin to black out, as she disappears in the blackest puffs of smoke
>your eyes lose focus for the final time, unable to see or feel anything
>at the very least, you think you have Pinkie in your arms
I’m going for a nap, Pinkie. Night…
>Pinkie: “Twilight, Princess, do something!”
>Celestia: “He’ll be fine once we get a team of healers on him and some bedrest… you all look like you … use some…”
>Twi: “Please hurry… Anon… killed… …”
>Oct(?): “… …”
>…
>and that’s when you probably died, likely not
>that’d ruin the fun of the story, after all; most likely just an arc end
>maybe, you fuckers won’t ever know unless this story continues
>the end