Title:           Getting to Know All About You: Part 9
Author:          TheOriginalAuteur
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First Edit:      Tuesday 3rd of June 2014 05:53:31 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 3rd of June 2014 05:53:31 AM CDT

>LAST TIME
>THE TRIAL WAS ENTERTAINING!
>TWILIGHT WON THE MAGIC DUEL, BUT LOST THE TRIAL!
>SLUTBRA WAS TAKEN AWAY!
>YOU WERE CAPTURED BY CELESTIA!
>THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE IS UNDER ATTACK!
>TRIXIE WINS!
>YOU DUN FUCKED UP BADLY, SON
>AND NOW
 
>IT IS LATER
>YOU THINK
>The first thing you feel is pain.
>Fucking ow.
>That pain materializes in your left leg, which is throbbing badly, your right shoulder, which has a dull ache, your head, which feels full of painful cobwebs, and your chest, which feels like someone is grinding glass into your lungs with every breath.
>Why the fuck did you have to wake up?
>Voices, low and dark, are discussing something somewhere to the right of you.
>You hear something whimper, and whisper something indeterminate.
>The voices suddenly burst into cackling laughter
>You become aware of a lesser pain in your wrists, which are being held up against something behind you.
>You feel inesplicably drained, more like you're about to go to sleep at the end of a long day, rather than waking up to a new one.
>You try to summon the energy to open your eyes, and it kind of works.
>You're in a cell, you guess.
>The floor is stone, dirty and dark.
>Three walls, front, left and right, comprised of bars fill your vision
>In front of your cell is a set of stairs along the wall, ending in a door high above you.
>Somewhere above and to your left is a window, light shining into the prison, casting long barred shadows on the floor.
>There's a grunt noise and a gasp, and you roll your head to the right.
>There is another cell.
>In front of it is Trixie, lounging on a blue lounge chair, grinning madly at something in the cell next to you.
>There is also a white pony with slick hair, looking through a camera on a tripod into the cell.
>You strain to roll your head either further, to look into the god-damned cell DAMMIT NECK MUSCLES MOVE FASTER.
>There's currently four big stallions.
>Two of them are standing back, yellow and grey coloured, laughing and jeering.
>Two of them are roughly fucking a beautiful grey mare with an amazing mane in the middle of the cell.
>The one in her mouth is being fairly rough, and you see tears roll down her face.
>Her coat is marred by bruises, scratches, cuts and unmentionable muck.
>Your heart breaks.
>The one in her rear is pounding her, pushing his hooves into her back painfully.
>"Yehe, yeah!" yells Trixie, gleefully, "How do you like THAT!" She sips from a glass, "Hey, Bruiser, I want her raw!"
>The black one in the rear says 'Yes, Mistress,", before ploughing harder, his thrusts rocking Slutbra hard.
>Slutbra groans around the cock in her mouth.
>"Ooo yeah, that's the stuff," moans the Blue stallion in her mouth, "She's goooood Mistress Trixie. What sort of limp-dicked pony had this one before us?"
>"Well," smugs Trixie, "Shining Armour of the Crystal Empire..."
>A yellow one on the perimeter whistles, "He must be pretty pissed he lost this one,"
>"...and Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire," she finishes
>"Bruiser stops
>"The Princess of Love? This piece of shit?" he smirks, "Not after we're done with her!"
>He laughs as he starts back up again, Slutbra's eyes clenching shut in pain.
>"And I suppose that ape-thing over..." Trixie's head turns to you, and her eyes widen.
>"Well, well, well, look whose rejoined the realm of the living!" she smirks, "It took you most of the day, but it looks like you're not really dead!"
>Bruiser and Blue continue pounding, while Yellow and Grey turn to you.
>"Do you like your quarters?" she sneers, "I picked them out personally. After all, I thought you'd like to be close to your...girlfriend..."
>Yellow starts, "Girlfriend? Not anymore mate," he says, "We've stretched her out REEEEAL good! Nothing worth fucking!"
>"And we're going to keep. On. STRETCHING!" pounds Bruiser harshly, pushing down on her back to breaking point.
>Slutbra is now sobbing and choking around Blue's dick.
>"I love it when they cry," Blue whispers, smiling.
>You try to yell, to scream, something, but all that happens is a gurgle.
>Every breath is agony, you ragged breaths bringing stabbing pain.
>These fucking ponies.
>These mother fucking ponies.
>"Oh Anonymous, don't be upset, this is justice!" she gestures across the room, "After all, it wasn't difficult to find other ponies that Sombra screwed over!"
>You blink
>Sombra screwed over more than just you and Trixie?
>Is...is this justice?
>Wait let me - FUCK NO.
>Nothin' in Equestria is Just.
>Just bitches and hoes.
>"Do you want me to film that one as well?" says the white pony with the camera, professional
>Trixie smiles
>"Of course! I'm going to want to have a good shot of Anonymous' heart breaking along with Slutbra's...everything." she grins, menacingly.
>Trixie leaps up onto the couch as the camera pans over to you.
>"Jey Anonymous, give us a smile! You're on National Television! I know, I know," she soothes, "You've missed all the action, but, look on the bright side," she gestures to the camera, "We have a recording for your enjoyment!"
>You blearily look at the camera, then your eyes look at Trixie.
>If you had the energy, you would hate her to death right now.
>If hate were needles, you would be a sea of prickly death, bottled within the confines of the land, impotently raging with fury against a mare not ten feet from the edge.
>Her grin deepens
>"Ah, Mistress!"
>You turn and Bruiser is at maximum depth.
>You watch as his hips pulse, his hooves falling off Slutbra's sides and collapsing on her back
>He sighs as Slutbra struggles to keep her head on Blue's cock.
>You swear you see Slutbra's eyes roll under her lids in pleasure.
>You honestly can't blame her, she is a cockslut after all.
>"Shame we have to break you," he says, blowing into her mane, "You'd make an excellent cock slut."
>He dismounts, just as Blue grimaces and thrusts into Slutbra's face, pushing her back.
>Now you can clearly see the collar around her neck, and the chain connecting it to the floor.
>Each thrust pushes her back, until the chain is taught.
>Blue keeps going though, pushing Slutbra's head against the collar
>Slutbra keeps up though, and soon you see her swallowing.
>Blue eventually dismounts, and you see a strange metal cone on Slutbra's horn.
>He sighs, turns around, and delivers a hoof straight into Slutbra's chest
>The chain strains as the impact hits solidly.
>Slutbra collapses, yelling in pain.
>You're visibly shaking, tears welling in your eyes.
>"Yes, it hurts, doesn't it?" you hear Trixie say, "To have something so important to you destroyed one piece at a time?"
>Slutbra rolls aound, crying in pain, before Yellow smacks her across the face.
>"Shut up," he says, cowing Slutbra from screaming agony to pained sobs. He drags her back to the centre of the room.
>"Lift your rump," he says.
>Slutbra shakes her head, sobbing.
>Yellow raises a hoof, and smashes it into a rear leg, emitting a sickening crunch.
>She screams, loudly.
>You close your eyes, cringing, tears streaming down your face, you chest bloody murder.
>You don't want to be here, you don't want to see this, you don't want to be apart of this
>You were trying so hard to avoid this ever happening to Slutbra, so hard, so hard
>"We can either break your legs and string you up, or you can raise that rear of yours," he menaces, darkly
>You hear him step back.
>"Now, raise your rump,"
>You open your eyes, the vision blurred by tears.
>You watch as she shaking lifts herself, her left rear leg twitching, forehooves still on the ground.
>"Now, say 'I want your juicy cock,"
>Before Slutbra can say anything, Trixie interrupts
>"No, no! I have a better idea!" she leans back on the lounge, "Slutbra, say that Lassie's cock is better than Anon's."
>Slutbra is crying softly.
>"Say it!" she gleefully screeches.
>Slutbra turns her eyes to you sadly.
>You look bad, angry, impotent, frustrated and ruined.
>She whimpers, then turns away.
>"L-l...Lassie's cock is better than-"
>"Make me believe it," says Lassie, darkly, smacking Slutbra's wounded leg.
>Slutbra wobbles, but quickly regains balance
>"P-please," she says, softly
>"Please what?" says Lassie
>"Please put your, your, your," she swallows, "big and juicy stallion cock inside me Lassie," she says, sultry, through pained gasps.
>Lassie stands there, considering
>"It's just..." she says seductively, "Anon's is much, much smaller than yours,"
>You can't believe she just said that
>And you can't believe how believable that was.
>Lassie smiles, "Oh yeah?"
>"Yeah, it's soo much BIGGER, and it lasts sooo much LONGER, and it pumps me FULL of nice, hot, stallion spunk," she says, swaying her hips.
>She cringes slightly on the sway.
>Slutbra what are you doing?
>Lassie is grinning, "Must have sucked to be on the recieving end of that tiny monkey prick, eh?"
>Slutbra nods, "It's just so weird and not-at-all nice. It's, it's got these long spikes on it, and smells like dead meat, and it's just TERRIBLE!"
>What.
>"And it's just sooo INFERIOR to yours!" she pants, needily.
>You look at her, and she gives you a slight eye twitch.
>"And I am definitely NOT lying," she huffs, "So, please, just fill me with your GIANT, THICK, PRICK!"
>You sly girl Slutbra
>Lassie, completely oblivious and staring at her rear, smirks.
>He quickly mounts her, putting his weight on Slutbra's hips.
>Slutbra cries out in pain as he breaths in, as if there were a good bouquet of flowers in front of him.
>"Hmmm, good smell that, of a mare in heat," he says airily.
>He begins thrusting hard into her, Slutbra torn between pleasure and pain.
>She settles on pain quickly though as he leans on the side with the wounded leg.
>"Drop me, and I'll break both your legs," he whispers, grinding into her.
>Slutbra cries out, shaking to keep Lassie steady as he plunders her pussy.
>Your breaths are becoming more ragged and shortening, the pain extreme.
>"Damn, this mare is nearly completely loose," states Lassie, increasing his pace, "Probably still a little tight for me, but she's ruined for anyone else now."
>"That's what her ass is for," sighs Bruiser
>"After you've been in it?" says Lassie, turning his head, "It's getting to the point where there ain't a hole on this mare worth fucking,"
>Slutbra clenches her eyes and teeth, gasping and gunrting against Lassie's onslaught.
>You're barely keeping you eyes open right now.
>It feels like you're not getting any air, and you begin to wheeze.
>Lassie doubles his pumping, Slutbra crying openly in pain, grunting and moaning.
>"Hey, look at her!' laughs Blue, "Even when this mare is getting fucked with a broken leg, she's STILL moaning for more!"
>"What did you expect?" says Grey, "She's well trained. Why, even if I did this..." Grey steps in front of Slutbra, grabbing her head and putting his dick in her throat.
>He keeps going until he hilts, and then he just stays there, his hoof on the back of her head.
>"...she'll keep enjoying it, right Lassie?"
>Lassie moans, "Oh Celestia she just tightened up,"
>"Maybe I should do this more often," smirks Grey.
>Slutbra is in distress, her front hooves pawing at the ground, choking around Grey's cock.
>Lassie grimaces, then groans, his hips hilting in Slutbra's.
>You hear the sound of splattering as Lassie's seed leaks out around his dick.
>"I guess this mare has more in her than I thought," he says, mildly surprised.
>He leans on Slutbra heavily, looking into Grey's eyes.
>Grey glares at Lassie
>"What?" says Lassie, casually. He lickes Grey's face.
>Grey remains impassive.
>"Slut, I'm not pulling out until I cum," he states, coldly.
>You hear more than see Slutbra redouble her efforts.
>Grey remains impassive.
>You watch Slutbra's throat swallow, her jay work as her tongue races to pleasure Grey's cock.
>You want to throw up.
>You watch as Grey continues to glare at Lassie, sweat beading on his forehead.
>Lassie continues to smile.
>Slutbra coughs, her eyes watering, before working even harder.
>Grey's face is scrunched up.
>Slutbra is turning blue, her eyes red, as she struggles
>Grey shakes slightly, eyes clenched shut.
>Slutbra slows down, eyes slowly rolling back into her head.
>Grey suddenly shudderes, and you watch his balls draw up into his body as he empties his balss into your Slutbra's throat.
>Slutbra coughs and sputters around the load, cum spurting out around her lips.
>Grey stumbles back off her, breathing heavily.
>Slutbra takes a deep inhale of breath, before alternating between sobbing and breathing.
>Lassie rolls his eyes.
>"You always were a quick trigger," he says, impishly.
>Grey scrunches his face in anger.
>Lassie smirks, then tenses up slightly.
>"Lassie, what are you doing?" asks Blue.
>Lassie sighs, then you hear a dribble of liquid from Slutbra's rear.
>"having a piss, mate," he says, casually.
>You feel drained and sick.
>You want to go over the Trixie, and smack her head into the wall.
>You want to break these Stallions backs and leave them in the desert
>You want to grab that camera and shove it down that camera pony's throat
>And you want to skin Celestia and Luna alive.
>But right now, your sorry ass is stuck to a wall, and your lungs are slowly killing you.
>Black begins to creep into the edges of your vision.
>You cough, violently, your chest aflame.
>Something wet leaks out of the side of your mouth as you cough up something warm and metallic.
>Drool, you presume.
>Slutbra groans and pants, the sound of Lassie dismounting and the splorch splatter of liquid hitting stone.
>There's a gasp.
>"A-anon!"
>"Lick it up, mare," you hear Lassie say, distant, followed by a meaty thwack and a gasp of pain.
>Your head rolls down, your breaths whispers
>Great, now you're going to fucking die in a prison cell, with Shining and Cadence left alone, after that argument you had.
>You didn't want your last talk with them to simply be a major argument
>You don't want them to hurt because of your own stupid folishness.
>Cadence was right, you are too reckless, too naive.
>You should have stayed in the Empire, should have played the long game.
>You could have made a deal maybe, promise not to change the law and get Slutbra back.
>In retrospect, that was what Celestia was probably originally aiming for.
>You're a fucking idiot Anon.
>You feel sorry for also dragging Shining into the argument.
>All he wanted to do was get along, and you know he loves you both dearly.
>You just wanted him to help, to get involved.
>You're going to miss stroking Slutbra's mane
>You're going to miss your Cadence kisses
>You're going to miss your Shining hugs.
>You're going to miss being one with the Crystal Ponies, sharing in their joys and Perfection and Wholeness.
>You're going to miss Framework and his stuffiness, and his nutella-flavoured cock.
>Wait, no you aren't.
>Oh yes you are.
>Dick, shut up, I'm dying here.
>Then can you at LEAST say you liked his cock.
>...
>...
>Fine, I liked his cock. But I'm not going to miss it.
>Baby steps, Anon.
>Great, you're dying and you're arguing with your dick.
>It feels like everything is gone now, the blackness swallowing you.
>And now you're departing, with Shining and Cadence in need of help, in front of Slutbra being raped, in front of Trixie laughing her sorry ass off, in front of Luna...
>...Luna?
>You blink, Luna's visage in front of yours.
>She's looking down at you with deep concentration.
>Her horn is glowing bright, and you feel something cool in your chest.
>The agonizing pain dies away, leaving behind that gnawing, damnable hole in your soul.
>You still feel like you've been woken up in the middle of the night.
>You're still in the cell, you realise
>You look around, and see Slutbra on the ground, curled up into a ball, crying.
>The four stallions, the camerapony and Trixie stand outside your cell, bowing.
>You strain your head back to Luna.
>Luna stops her magic, then turns to Trixie and the rest.
>"Leave us," she commands, "And take that camera-contraption with you,"
>Trixie and the five stallions obey at once, quickly grabbing the camera and booking it up the stairs.
>Luna turns back to you, with that incomprehensible look on her face.
>The look is royally dignified, but at the same time slightly sour.
>She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath.
>She slowly but shakily releases it.
>"Anonymous," she says, "I need your help,"
>What.
"What."
>Luna closes her eyes, breathing deeply.
>"I said, Anonymous, I need your help," she repeats.
>She looks lordly and regal..
>You however, don't really give a fuck.
>You find you have just enough energy to turn your head.
>Slutbra is looking at you, her breath hitching.
"Slutbra, are you okay?" you gurgle.
>She smiles, teary
>"Yes Master," she replies, happily, before cringing.
>Luna clears her throat, "Anonymous, the state of Equestria-"
"Is your leg okay?" you gasp, concerned.
>"Anon-"
>"I...I don't think so," she says, sadly.
>"Anonymous-"
"Slutbra, I'm..." you slur, trailing off, tearful.
>"look here-"
>"It's okay, it wasn't your fault," soothes Slutbra
>You're nearly crying now.
>Your head is suddenly wrenched forward into Luna's face.
>"Now, An-"
"I'm still sorry, Slutbra!" you cry
>"ANONYMOUS-"
>"Don't be!" replies Slutbra, "It was all my-!"
>Luna magics in Slutbra's direction, cutting her into silence.
>You try to move your head, but you can't.
>She turns back to you.
>You stare at her.
>She stares back.
>"Now, Anon-"
"Slutbra, are you ok-"
>"SHUT. UP." yells Luna, her face inches from yours, her spittle splattering your face, rage breaking over that composed face of royal dignity, "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME YOU STUPID APE."
>You raise an eyebrow
"Give me one reason I should," you reply, coldly.
>Luna breathes deeply, and takes a few steps back, glaring at you.
>"If you don't, you'll stay down here. Forever." she replies, "And your precious Slutbra will as well."
"And I suppose I have a guarantee that if I help you I still won't?" you lazily reply.
>Luna stands tall, and regains composure.
>"Ye-"
"Actually I fucking don't," you cut off "because I'm here illegally to begin with you stupid cow!"
>You wanted to shout, but you lack the energy to do so.
"So any guarentee, right off the bat, is worthless. So get fucked."
>Luna is now verrry pissed.
>"That was my sister, not I." she cooly replies
"I don't see you down here correcting her mistake," you reply
>"It would be unwise to cross into the decisions of the Royal We," she states, "It would undermine our authority,"
>You afford her a level stare
"I think breaking your own laws would do that enough," you say, venomously.
>Luna adopts a dignified stance.
>"Our rule is absolute," she says, "Just as applicable to Ourselves as our ponies. And besides, you're needed not only here, but in the Crystal Empire, as well,"
>Yeah, absolute my-
>Wait, you're needed in the Crystal Empire?
"Why?" you boggle
>Luna sighs
>" I fear that Princess Cadence has become...too attached to you," she says, "And as such they cannot use the Crystal Heart to defend themselves,"
>You look at her, stare at her, glare at her.
"From what?" you demand
>Luna shudders.
>She actually SHUDDERS.
>"It's....better if you didn't know" she blanches, "But there are far more important issues, more relevant to possibly all of Equestria,"
>More relevant!?
>They're YOUR ponies for god's sake.
>Sure, they have a nasty habit of using your soul as a doormat and your body as a scratching post, and yes they're combined collective conciousness is a dick, but you still feel responsible for them.
>But you still owe it to them, mostly as a King of the Crystal Empire.
>You remember all those faces you met, all those voices, those songs.
>All those lives that are currently in danger because you fucked up.
>Then again, could you really have done anything?
>You sigh.
>You need more information.
>And you need to heed Cadence's advice.
>Specifically the whoe 'reckless' thing being bad.
>So, let's defy the norm, try some patientce, and...
>Activiate the Art of Diplomacy.
>ALL OF IT.
"What is more relevant?" you indulge ambigiously.
>Luna seems to soften slightly.
>"I understand you're upset, but this really is a grave matter,"
>You don't really believe her, so you just sit and watch.
>When you don't reply she turns to look at the barred window.
>"Celestia is missing," she states, a hint of sadness in her voice, "She went to look for her student last night and has not returned. Additionally," she turns back to you, "I have been unable to contact Twilight Sparkle. When I went to seek her I discovered a shield has been cast over Ponyville. A shield I could not pierce."
>That...actually sounds kind of bad.
>Luna trots over to you.
>"I fear that someone has orchestrated their removal so they could attack Canterlot," she says, gravely, "And I think I know who is carrying it out,"
>She leans in
>"Before your trial we understood that Queen Chrysalis had left her hiding place," she says, "At first we had believed that she had gone to visit relatives in the Deadlands, but now I fear that a changling invasion is imminent,"
>She leans back, regal. Royal.
>"Anonymous...King, Anonymous," she corrects, "The only way open to us, with Ponyville cut off and Celestia missing, is to have Cadence and Shining use their Love Magic to repel the changlings, like last time. And in order to do that, they will need your help."
>She smiles, hopeful..
>"Cadence and Shining....they most likely won't be able to do it without you. So please, Anon," she says softly, "Please help us, and save Canterlot,"
>You consider it for a second.
>Wait, fuck that.
"So what you're saying is that I should let Shining and Cadence abandon the Crystal Empire, disregard the fact that you're a lying cheating mare and help save a place full of ponies who'd rather cheer on and watch me getting illegally imprisoned and my girlfriend tortured?"
>Luna's smile faulters.
>You stare at her, eyes drooping occasionally but quickly snapping open.
>Luna frowns, then her look hardens.
>"I'm sure that we could appeal to something you desire..." she says, looking over at Slutbra, "I'm sure something could be arrange-"
>"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
>Luna quickly twists around.
>At the top of the stairs is Trixie, fuming.
>"Trixie is" she fumes, trotting down the stairs, "Trixie repeats, Trixie is NOT going to give up Sombra,"
>Luna stares at Trixie
>"But-"
>"No buts, Princess," she says, coming to the front of your cell, "She is here, legally, to repay for her crimes, legally, and Trixie did not just go through all this just to lose him again."
>Luna walks over to Trixie, and places a hoof on her shoulder.
>"Lulamoon," she soothes, softly, "I understand that the destruction of your mother's cart was tragic," she leans in, "But the fate of Canterlot, and indeed Equestria, may depend on you granting Sombra freedom."
>Trixie looks up at Luna, shocked.
>"Are you JOKING!?" she screeches, shaking off Luna's hoof.
>Luna recoils back surprised, tripping over her rear hooves.
>"No. No bucking way," the blue unicorn seethes, "That was the last thing Trixie ever had from her. The last thing she ever gave Trixie...you have NO IDEA how much that cart meant to Trixie!"
>That strikes a chord with you.
>You remember when your Gran... departed.
>It was a long illness, which started in her brain.
>It was, traumatic.
>But you found, after her passing, a painting.
>The painting was a watercolour of some flowers, nothing overly special.
>But it was done on an easel in the living room of her villa.
>Back when she was sane.
>That painting, that memory of what she was rather than what she became...
>You treasured that painting.
>And when you lost it in coming to Equestria...
>That hurt.
>You feel a small pang of sympathy for Trix.
>You turn to Slutbra, who is looking down, crying in shame.
>The pang evaporates in an instant.
>Slutbra's just like Gran, except in reverse.
>She went from being....that, and became the nicest, most loyal pony you know.
>You shake your head.
>All of this for a cart.
>"Please, you must put your past behind you!" cries Luna, "To hold onto the past solves nothing, you must learn to move forward!"
>"Trixie can't, Princess!" rages Trixie, "Trixie can't just forget about that cart! Trixie was born in that cart! Trixie was.... I was trained to be the best in that cart! I was MADE by that cart!"
>That cart?
>Something in your lizard brain mumbles something.
>Luna stands back up on all four hooves
>"But you must! Surely you must realise that this solves nothing! Everyone is in danger because of you!" Luna steps forward, "You MUST release Sombra, I demand it!"
>Trixie regards Luna, coldly
>"No. Sombra stays here." she grinds out.
>That cart.
>That phrase bugging you.
>Something said back on the moon...
>"Trixie-"
>"NO." Trixie yells, "If you do so, I can, and I will, under Act 4, article 7 of the Rulings Law, end the Cake Budget."
>Luna stands statue stock still, stunned.
>You can't be-"
>"I am, Princess." says Trixie, voice low.
>Luna is flabbergasted
>"But, but the Kingdom," Luna stammers, "it's-"
>"I don't care," Trixie menaces.
>Silence reigns in the prison.
>It gives you time to think.
>That cart.
>"...dodging my every attempt to destroy that cart..."
>Twilight...
"Er...would it help if I told you that Twilight destroyed your cart?" you venture.
 
>Trixie leans around the stationary Luna, and glares at you.
>"I'd say you were lying," she says.
"I'm not," you slur, "she said on the moon that she was trying to kill me but kept missing, and ended up trashing the cart. She was very frustrated at the time,"
>Trixie humphs at you.
>"You're just saying that so Trixie will release Sombra, aren't you?" she sneers, "Well too bucking bad. She stays."
>Well there goes that route.
"Luna, can't you just, I dunno, imprison Trixie and-"
>"I am not my sister," she says, darkly, "I don't..."
"Even when Equestria is on the line?"
>She turns to you, eyes narrowed, then to Trixie.
>This fucking hypocritical princess.
"Damn, I guess you're the useless sister then," you find yourself uttering.
>Luna freezes.
>It suddenly seems like the air had all the heat sucked out of it.
>Trixie continues to look at Luna, but you can see worry undercut the anger in her eyes.
>Well done Anon, way to go.
>Chalk up another one for diplomacy, you fucking idiot.
>Luna turns to you.
>She glares at you, and she's exhaling loudly through her nostrils.
>"Fine." she says, dangerously calm,
>She storms past Trixie and flies up to the door.
>"I'll fix this MYSELF." she states back at you, "Anonymous, Trixie..." she fumes, "I expected better. Form the both of you."
>She disappears around the corner.
>Trixie watches her leave, then turns around.
"Nice save," she quips, before trotting out of your cell.
>You look over at Slutbra.
>She has some sort of rope around her mouth.
>She looks at you mournfully.
>God dammit Anon.
>You just HAD to piss off possibly the one pony who could have helped you.
>Then again, considering Trixie wasn't budging...
>It was unlikely that you could have gotten Slutbra out.
>And without her, everything would have been for naught.
>But you're worried, though
>Something that makes Luna shudder, the Goddess of the Night actually shudder like a little girl thinking about a spooky haunted mansion, is attacking the Empire.
>And Shining and Cadence need you to protect them? Fight it off?
"I...fucked up everything, haven't I?" you say to Slutbra, softly.
>She shakes her head.
>You look at her.
>This pone.
>Then she tilts her head thoughtfully, then nods slightly.
>Fucking bitch.
>She smirks at your reaction.
>This fucking bitch.
>You love this fucking bitch.
>You hear hooves on the stairs and look up as Trixie returns, subdued, with the stallions and camerapony in tow.
>She sits back down on her couch, and glares at Slutbra.
>"Now boys," she says, cruelly, "Have fun,"
>You tug weakly at your bindings.
>No dice.
>Not that you could summon up the energy to do anything anyway.
>Slutbra simply clenches her eyes, awaiting her fate.
>You fear this is going to be a long day.