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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="Alicornibomination_.28RGRE.3F.29">Alicornibomination (RGRE?)</span><a href="Alicornibomination_(RGRE?)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: Alicornibomination (RGRE?)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And, of course for a light digestif, berries in an aged dandelion sauce.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The waiter places four goblets, and gives a little bow before walking out of the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As a courtesy, your group waits for him to leave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....so, as I was saying, we really should do something about those grievance hours. 8 hours listening to ponies complain, and THEN paperwork, is just silly.&quot; Celestia muses, grabbing the goblet in her magic and taking a tentative sip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm. Yea, but 'tis your way, to solve problems with discourse over martial combat...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I still can't believe that - Celestia, Luna says that in the past, you had jousting contests to see who would get to air their grievances to you?!&quot; Twilight pipes up, grinning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, yes. I was...young and rambunctious.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look into your own goblet, the milky golden liquid hiding a few bobbing berries</span><br />&quot;So.... uh... I just drink?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Sorry, Anon.&quot; Twilight blushes, leaning over to get right into your personal bubble</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....dang horses and their space invasions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ye- yes! Looks like you got the blue-and-boysenberry one, as is tradition. It's a drink you can chew!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile at her, raising your glass</span><br />&quot;Well, alright. When in rome, yea?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trust us, Anon. It is a light and airy drink that was in vogue...mmm...-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yea, before I was banished - before th' tribes united?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. I think so. Huh. I wonder who started this...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a sip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not bad. A bit tingly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cup gets pushed up, and you start swallowing a bit more</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut your eyes at Luna, who giggles, and her horn stops glowing</span><br />&quot;Gah! Cheeky-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't talk with your mouth full, Anon~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flick Twilight's ear as you chew the blueberries</span><br />&quot;No respect. I don't get no respect.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aww. Now now, I invited you here because I wanted to see how you were assimilating. I know Ponyville's a far cry from Canterlot, but, the fresh air should do you good.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile and swallow, the tingling not going away. Fancy horse drinks.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;27388792</span><br />&quot;Well, Celly. Things are going pretty well. There's always... a few cheeky mares that I have to deal with-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We prefer the moniker, 'puckish rogue'&quot; Luna corrects you, and you make a lazy swipe at her head</span><br />&quot;Bah! But other than that, it's a nice quiet town. I don't know if that's really where I want to stay forever, but... it's pretty good. Definitely a place to raise some kids-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As one the mares around you daww</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmmm. Already thinking of herding? Anon, you stud!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Celly I can do without your teasing-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Art they fair mares?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Am I a preeettty princeeesss~?&quot; Twilight sing-songs at you, nudging your side with her head</span><br />&quot;You are all impossible.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;They giggle, and you smile...hmm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should check something real quick</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hey brain?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They've got asses that don't qui-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Brain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmm? I was busy-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, in a moment. What's going on with stomach?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I dunno lemme check. Yo, Big S, what's the-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OH GOD WHAT IS THIS YELLOW SHIT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lurch forward as your stomach contracts</span><br />&quot;oh no&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?!&quot;</span><br />&quot;j-just... thing. thing now!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon? Colt, thou must give us direc-&quot;</span><br />&quot;THE VASE. NOW-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight magics over the glass vase, and you dump out the contents onto the floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, what in the wo-&quot;</span><br />&quot;HUUUURRK-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's right, let it alllll ouuuuuttt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breathe heavily after your first volley</span><br />&quot;Oh God... yeah... fermented dandelions are n-NNGGUUUUUURRK&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Idly, you realize that the horses have stopped talking, and are just watching you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;why in th- oh dear. Glass vase... they're seeing everything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd be more embarrassed if you weren't VOMITING OUT YOUR HEART</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few moments, the only stuff left is bile.... which you wash down with a glass of water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh</span><br />&quot;Oh... oh God, I'm so sorr-OH.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the vase, and wish you didn't</span><br />&quot;Oh LORD that is nasty.... look, I'll just-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you're going to slip it into the space between the walls, do it now. I hear the heartbeats of our servants approaching.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;27388882</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel off... by 6 or so</span><br />&quot;I uh... I was just going to dump it in your roses and blame it on blueblood-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T'ch. Hold on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A black... smoking void appears before you, the sound of mad laughter echoing in the abyss accompanying the... THING that just eats light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whhhhh.....uuu?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh, let me.&quot; Celestia sighs, tugging the vase from your hands with her magic and dropping it into the nothingness beyond oblivion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sound not unlike [spoiler]zip zop zoobity bop[/spoiler], the void closes</span><br />&quot;....what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous... truly, now we know why we kept thee close. Thou art one of us!&quot; Luna smiles a bit too wide, and you furrow your brow</span><br />&quot;I don't-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Celestia, what do you mean-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight... you've just transcended, so you don't yet know how to shed this form. We will show you much, tonight. But you, Anon... hmm...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia looks you up and down with an interesting gaze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like one who is appraising a fine painting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like one who is appraising a cut of meat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your jimmies rustle slightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It would be improper of us to shed before a broodfather. Come, sister, let us....well, first. We should use our strongest wards to make sure nopony interferes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's horn lights - no, darkens up - and a very tasteful &quot;do not disturb&quot; sign appears on all the doors</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now... hmm. How should we best shed our disguises?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah. Why not add a bit of theater to it, Lulu?&quot; With a soft, crackling smile, Celestia's horn ignites - like, literally catches on fire - and a tasteful privacy screen pops up on the other end of the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now... Shall I go first? Then you, then we'll help Twilight shed - and then, of course, we'll fix our gaze upon Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That... ha ha this is getting really ominous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why are there no sounds</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually there are sounds of animals or birds or even... the clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But there's just no sound, save for your breathing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. We agree to this, dearest sister.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ha ha... what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia coos at you as she gets up, smiling wider</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;27389189</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please find our true selves pleasing to your sight, Anonymous. We would love... to forge a brood with you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink owlishly as Celestia disappears behind the privacy wall, and you hear...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like hollow wind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like sheets of dried skin rubbing together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like a moan from a being that was given life against it's wishes, and has forgotten how to die</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds like the concept of rustling - no, that's your jimmies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With no sound at all, gliding just above the surface, her multiple wings outstretched, Celestia reveals her true form</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight starts shaking heavily, a squeak of indescribable terror and unparalleled joy involuntarily escaping her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A....are we appeasing to your sights, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blink, yet can't close your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The image is just... there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia hovers before you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Exactly how she was</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just draped in a bedsheet</span><br />&quot;Are... are you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YES!&quot; She cuts you off, posing dramatically. &quot;We are the spookiest, and for too long we have been unable to show our true selves to anyone other than our sister. We are the queen of gosts-&quot;</span><br />&quot;You mean ghosts-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to show you her flank, and it's two spooky little ghosts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, please. I know what I am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You...can't really argue with that</span><br />&quot;So... I mean...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's hovering there, looking at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh</span><br />&quot;You look wonderful-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;EeeEEEeeeEEeee~&quot; She spookily squees, hovering over to rest on your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Glorious! Now, fair Anon - let us please you with our true form as well!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah sure whatever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not going to argue with the deity laserhorses</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is babbling incoherently, so you start rubbing her ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She keeps babbling, but is now leaning into your hand, so.... that's a win</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna pads forward behind the privacy curtain, and you just feel so .... cold</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So very cold</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking outside, the problem becomes obvious</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun is gone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The outside is gone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just inky blackness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breath comes out in shallow puffs as the cold sets in</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;27389411</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel.... you don't feel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't feel Twilight's soft, warm ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't feel Spookylestia haunting behind you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't feel your own limbs, or skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't feel the sharp intake of cold air against your warm lungs anymore</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't feel when no gf</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Trotting out behind the curtain, Luna poses dramatically</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;BEHOLD! OUR TRUE FORM!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The firmaments shake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tartarus wails in impotent fear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's plastic vampire fangs slip a bit, but she licks them back on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rears up, her little half-cape swaying dramatically</span><br />&quot;I...it's uh... majestic. Very majestic-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;R-really?&quot; She lands on her hooves again, beaming at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile a genuine smile</span><br />&quot;Yes. You look absolutely-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-impossible? Non-Euclidean? Unnameable?&quot;</span><br />&quot;-adorable.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear Celestia giggle behind you, and Luna pouts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aww</span><br />&quot;Well. Adorable ponsters get to lay on my lap-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wh-what? We are adorable! adorable and spooky-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huzzah! We shall defile this lap forthwith!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's another spasm to your left, and you turn, just as Twilight's eyes unfocus and she starts giggling with manic laughter</span><br />&quot;Oh... hey, you may want to-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! Of course, our student... ah... Luna, dearest. Let's pull her behind the screen - a forced disrobe...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna nods, still smiling. &quot;Yes. I am eager to see what her new, true form is! Though, Mine is the only 'adorable' one~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel the smug</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's cute</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spasming, Twilight is lifted - not by magic, but by what feels like sheer *will*, her hooves leaving skidmarks on the marble as she's dragged behind the curtain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Luna, if you will help us?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, sister of mine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of them disappear - one dramatically, one spookily - behind the privacy curtain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clench your butt, preparing for another round of weird feels</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you don't feel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's the sound of flesh ripping, sure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a gurgling, and a high pitched whine, like a dog submitting to a tyrannosaurus rex hand puppet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...and the overpowering scent of marinara</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm. Not... what we had hoped.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;27389525</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's an OVERWHELMING smell of marinara</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, just</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cough softly, taking a sip of water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... she is cute, for a young one. Just a bit more grown than a youngling-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Reminds me of you when you spawned from the non-existent void before time-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tia! You promised!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a soft chuckle, and then a light howl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lu-LUNA, GRAB HER-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a sudden lurch, something hits the privacy screen, and it falls over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you stands the transformed Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh God</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's actually HORRIBLE</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Standing there, panting heavily with a still gibbering maw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;IS</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....is Twilight, but just a bit more fuzzy. Like if someone blow-dried her fur</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's also got fake dog ears and fake dog paws-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SHE'S A FURRY</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;OH GOD</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recoil slightly, and she hones in on your movement</span><br />&quot;Now... now now....Down. Down - no, No DOWN DO-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flail your arms as roughly 70lbs of furry nerd tackles you over the table, rubbing her whole body against your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, literally rolling around on you like a dog</span><br />&quot;Dangit, Twilight! What in the world-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We apologize, Anon.&quot; Luna says, a void forming over her forehead where her horn should be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight is enshrouded in a purple aura and lifted off of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, it seems the first taste of freedom she's received from the... normal life has gone to her head. Are you ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia hovers next to you, reaching a hoof down to help you up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to take it, but she moves her hoof</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aaaand she moves it again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;OooOOooo-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Damnit Celestia you're not this incorporeal-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ooooosorry. Forgot you're still on this plane-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds her hoof still and you grip it, hauling yourself up to your feet</span><br />&quot;Yeah, well...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Arf!&quot;</span><br />&quot;. . . you know, I think this has been a big enough day. Maybe we just pick this up tomorrow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aahh... broodfathers are always such teases~&quot; Luna hums. &quot;Very well then. You will have to see yourself out - we must forge flesh anew to be seen by our little ponies-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure thing, Lulu. See y'all at breakfast?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;27389602</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes Anon. But remember this - we get, how is it said - 'Dibs' on defiling your lap!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle and make your way to the door.</span><br />&quot;Yep. First dibs are for you, Luna. I might even brush your mane-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Eeee! How terrible! I shall make haste through time to see you again!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rolling your eyes, you open one of the doors, making sure to slide through it and close it quickly, lets the horrors you've seen overwhelm tinyhorse-kind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah well. Thousands of years old and their only quirk is being unreasonably spooky? Not a big deal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll just tell them tomorrow that you have a [spoiler]skeleton inside you[/spoiler]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That'll make them happy.</span><br />* * *<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the sound of meteors slamming into cities, and the sound of tears being formed, a rip in the formless void appears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Appears may be the wrong word, in a place with no time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has always been there and it never was</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Three... THINGS ooze through, the consistency of pus and over-gorged maggots wriggling existence into a place it should not be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;EXCELLENT. HE ACCEPTED US AS WE REALLY ARE.&quot; Beamed Luna, her countless maws gnashing at each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YES. WE SHOWED HIM OUR HARSHEST SELVES, AND HE DID NOT FLINCH. SUCH QUALITY, SUCH REFINEMENT-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A...AAAHHH! I SEE! I SEE IT ALL! IA IA! THE PLACE WHERE ALL LINES CONVERGE! SUCH JOY, AND SUCH HORROR!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blind eyes turn towards the smallest THING, bleeding white tears of flame</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's the marelyest type of tears, you know</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;MY FAITHFUL STUDENT. DO YOU NOW SEE? DO YOU NOW SEE IT LIKE I DO?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With cries of ecstasy, the entity of Twilight turns in and through herself, birthing and slaughtering a thousand forms of what she could have been, and what she is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YES! YES!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dark THING vibrates, it's voice crashing against the nothingness. &quot;GOOD. NOW, WE MUST TURN OUR ATTENTIONS TO ANONYMOUS, FOR WE DESIRE HIM MUCH.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The THING that is Celestia gibbers madly, in joy, and soon forms a chorus with her sister and faithful student</span></div></div>




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