A Helping Hoof P8

>The elaborate red carpet masks your boots subtle thud as you make your way down the hallways to the throne room.
>You keep glancing over at Fluttershy, who has no choice but to keep close to the rest of you.
>But she keeps avoiding your glance.
>”Hon, you need to relax.” Applejack insists, trying to calm you with a gentle smile.
>You laugh weakly.
>Rarity’s tail keeps traipsing up your thigh and you’ve long become tired of brushing it aside.
>Your dick is already mildly confused as it is.
>So we didn’t die guys. The experiment was a success.
>Yes, we didn’t die, but we’re also basically limping.
>Small price to pay for vanilla butthole, guys.
>Amen.
>So do we have a plan?
>Well, don’t cry, and definitely do not rely on Rarity to help.
>That’s a good plan.
>Nice huddle guys.
>”Anon, darling, are you quite alright?”
>The other 6 are stopped and staring at you.
“Uh, yes? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
>”You just kinda spaced out, Anon. Your eyes went all loosey goosey!” Pinkie exclaims, as her eyes roll around in circles.
>You’re fairly sure your eyes cannot do that.
“Well why are we stopped?”
>”You stopped, Anon. We thought there was something wrong. Rarity even tried to kiss you and you didn’t flinch.” Twilight says, ending the last bit with a smirk.
>You look down at Rarity and she licks her lips.
>Blood does not need to rush to the penis right now, body.
>SAYS YOU
“Sorry, I was just thinking and I got sidetracked by my thoughts. Let’s hurry this up?”
>They all nod and continue forth. You can actually see the throne room doors not too far ahead of you.
>You swallow hard and follow them into room slowly.
>”Now Anon don’t you worry, I’ll be right here by your side, I promise.” Rarity quips, as you notice the hand you have rested on her now jittering like a droplet of water on a hot frying pan.
“Still gonna worry, Rar, but thank you.”
>She takes another swig of her wine bottle and smiles at you.
“Really, even in the palace?” you whisper, as the others seemingly didn’t catch her.
>”Would you waste a perfectly good bottle of 7 year old merlot?” She replies smugly.
>You really want to argue that, but you assume that means it’s expensive.
>Rarity has expensive tastes after all.
>Except for you.
>You slump a little at the thought as the sunlight from the vast stained glass windows blinds you barely.
>You have arrived in the throne room.
>The Princess is upon her throne, her multi hued mane cascading in an unearthly wind, her pristine coat and jewelry shine in the fleeting sunlight.
>As your party approaches you catch their glances immediately.
>The mane 6 all kneel in reverence to their goddess, something you’re not real keen on doing yourself.
>However, your brace has just shifted without you expecting it.
>You stumble slightly and fall to the ground on top of Rarity.
>Celestia simply giggles.
>”Rise my little ponies. It is always a joy to see you gathered before me, especially in these peaceful times,” Celestia starts, her voice echoing powerfully through the antechamber.
>Rarity climbs from underneath you, giving you a dirty look.
“Sorry.” You whisper, your body nearly failing to stand for some reason, your knees buckling and shaking as if they cannot withstand your weight.
>”Anonymous, are you well?” Celestia asks, her violet eyes showing subtle signs of worry.
“Y..yes your highness I’m…”
>”Just Celestia is fine, Anonymous, please. This is not a formal affair after all. I would like to think we have all grown accustomed to your presence enough to consider one another friendly.”
>You attempt to rise to your feet but slump and fall to a knee.
>”Anon, what’s wrong?”
>Twilight rises, turning to ask you.
>Shit.
>Well you can’t straight up tell her that you’re weak because you fucked Rarity SO HARD in the cabin next to her.
“I’m not…feeling 100 percent I guess. Sorry.”
>Twilight cocks her head strangely.
>”I guess the charge isn’t permanent, or something.”
>”Twilight, if I may…”
>Celestia rises to her full height and slowly trots toward you, her face a mask of curious worry.
>The other ponies simply watch in wonder as their Princess’ horn shines golden for a moment.
>And then you recognize the faint bubble around her.
>And now it’s around you.
>Oh wait hold on this is weird.
“Celestia what are…”
>That was all you could make out before she completes the spell.
>You’re blinded by a flash of light, your entire body tingling with a faint warmness, sending goosebumps down your leg…
>…and then you fall to the ground with a thud.
>You shake your head, and brace yourself against the ground with an arm.
>Nope. Still wibbly wobbly.
>”Hm. How interesting. Twilight, if you would?”
>You look to her.
>She looks to you.
>”Princess…what’s going on? Why didn’t that work?”
>”It doesn’t work when I do it either, Sparkley.” Rarity quips, slinging back another swig from her bottle .
>How are they not noticing that?
>”I believe that we have much to discuss about Anon and his predicament. For now, I think he needs to be able to stand, at the very least.”
>She nods her head at Twilight.
>”Uh, alright. Hold on Anon, I gotcha.”
>You brace for impact.
>WAIT A SECOND THIS HAS NEVER BEEN DONE WHILE YOU’VE BEEN ALIVE
“Wai-“
>Some good that did.
>Twilight completes the spell, the violet bubble surrounding you, and then collapsing in on you.
>You close your eyes and wince heavily, groaning in pain.
>Oh hey you remember this feeling.
>Like a thousand tiny needles pricking into your skin.
>Except now they’re entering your skin.
>Your body is absorbing them?
>Or it seems to be trying to.
>You writhe on the ground for a bit.
>Rarity rushes to your side, and the pain dies down a bit.
>”Anon! Anon! Twilight stop you’re hurting him!”
>”Rarity, I’m not doing anything!”
>This must be what being electrocuted feels like, if cartoons taught you anything.
>Well, you’re not smoking.
>You open your eyes, and see Rarity’s face merely inches from yours.
>She’s been crying? Damn already, Rarity?
>”Oh thank…er…,” she nods at Celestia, “that you’re fine. I was worried sick!”
“Rarity I’m fine I think. Just…that hurt a lot and I wasn’t expecting it.”
>You rise to your feet, and watch as Celestia gives Twilight some of her energy.
>”Thanks Twilight. Sorry about all of that, Celestia. I guess Twi didn’t give you the whole story.”
>”I am both excited and curious as to the tales that you have to tell me, Anonymous. Firstly, however, there seems to be a sort of schism between the Elements.”
>She returns to her throne and breathes out sharply.
>”Kindness, Generosity, please come forth.”
>Fluttershy hangs her head and walks toward the Princesses slowly.
>Rarity nuzzles into your arm and gives you a wink.
>”I won’t be long, sweetie,” she whispers, before struggling to her feet and lazing happily to the spot aside from Fluttershy.
>You see Rarity send a sneer to Fluttershy, who thinks the floor is far more interesting than Rarity.
>Celestia frowns, and Rarity looks away, not wanting to meet the Princess’ gaze.
>”Kindness, is there something that you need to get off your chest to Generosity before we can begin this discussion proper?”
>She simply shakes her head no, still not lifting her head.
>Rarity stares intently at Fluttershy, looking for some kind of sign.
>”So then Generosity, can we cease the animosity for the moment and act like adults?”
>”Very well, your high-Celestia. I believe I can be civil for a moment.”
>Celestia smiles.
>”And Rarity, if you’d mind not imbibing liquor in my presence…?”
>Rarity awkwardly giggles and chucks the wine bottle to the side with a crash.
>Celestia shakes her head, laughing softly.
>Rarity comes back to your side and you ruffle her now frizzy mane with your hand. She smiles up and you and makes a kissy face.
>You grin yourself shaking your head back at her, mouthing ‘later’.
>Her tail swishes a little faster and the two of you turn back to the Princess.
>This bloody mare makes you happy even if she’s crazy.
>”I have gathered you all to discuss events that have occurred during this year’s estrus cycle.” Celestia begins, her voice echoing through the long antechamber.
>”Twilight Sparkle was tasked initially to keep an eye on Anonymous, as his arrival into Equestria was met with mixed feelings. I see now that he has made quite a few friends in the short amount of time, and perhaps I may have judged him poorly.”
>You see Twilight blush at the praise, and you sort of slump when you hear that she’s been spying on you.
>You don’t even want to start thinking on what that could entail.
>”I received a letter from Twilight Sparkle on the events that occurred last night and this morning. She seemed to be purposely brief in the matter, and that is most unlike my loyal subject.”
>Celestia glowers at Twilight playfully, who shirks slightly.
>”Calm yourself, Twilight. Anonymous, if you would step forth.”
>You freeze in place and turn to the other four with a look of awkward terror.
>Rarity catches you off guard and pushes you toward the Princess.
>Celestia simply smiles.
>You approach the Princess and…wow she is a lot taller than you initially remember.
>She is sat upon her throne, but even then you could tell she was easily just a smidge shorter than yourself.
>Hey, that’s tall for a pony.
>Her alabaster white skin sparkled in the sunlight, the gold and violet of her jewelry glimmering as if extensively polished.
>Wow.
>”Anonymous, it is a pleasure to see that you have accustomed yourself so warmly to my land. I am glad to hear that the relationship between you and my little ponies is met with nothing but a positive reaction.”
>Uh.
>”Twilight Sparkle wrote in the letter that you were found dead in Sugarcube Corner, following some sort of party marking the end of Estrus. Yet here you stand. If you would, please enlighten me with your own words as to what happened last night.”
>You take a deep breath, and close your eyes.
“Princess, I’m afraid I might have to go back a bit further if you want the big picture.”
>You tell the tale of your first day at the Spa, the events with Fluttershy’s first rape. You spare no detail, including the plans of blackmail.
>”…Anonymous…I will not comment on this matter but I do hope it has some relevance. I set you up at the Spa at Rarity’s behest. This was not my intended outcome by any means.”
>You see her shoot a wary glare toward Fluttershy, who hides into her pink mane, taking a few steps back.
>”Please continue, Anonymous.”
>The second event that you recall to her is of Rarity, and her reaction to the events. You also mention that the two of you are an item.
>She cocks her head to the side, clearly a little puzzled.
>”Anonymous…you do realize that Generosity is not of your own species, yes?”
 “Yes, Celestia, I’ve sort of come to terms with my loneliness. I figured I’d rather have someone special, even if it means I can’t have a family or anything like that. Life’s too short, you know?”
>She nods solemnly.
>”Though I have lived for over a thousand years I can still remember each and every one of my past relationships, Anonymous. I would not trade those experiences for anything. I am glad that the two of you have found happiness in each other.”
>The Princess has had relationships? Well of course she has, but…I wonder…
>”So then, that is the cause of the schism between Generosity and Kindness. Petty rivalry. Though, I have an inkling that perhaps the notion that they were both in season might have egged them on a little.”
>You shake your head in agreement.
“I believe there’s a lot going on between the both of them, on the inside. I know they used to be the best of friends. I can’t help but feel a little guilty now.”
>”Please continue, Anonymous.”
>You notice the six behind you being awkwardly quiet.
>Wait are you in personal audience with the Princess or something?
>Wow you guess you are.
>Next you mention the second meeting with Fluttershy at the Spa, and how she seemingly gave up her pursuit of you, only after trying to blackmail you yet again.
>Princess Celestia sighs deeply, shaking her head in disappointment.
>”Anonymous, I would like to apologize on my pony’s behalf. Had I known that your mere presence would set these events in motion, I would have sent you with the other stallions during Estrus. I had faith that they would not seek another species but it seems I was wrong.”
“Celestia, it’s fine. I mean, no it’s not, but I’ve tried to move past it. Humans go through a similar process that drives them just as crazy. I can only imagine the chaos that would ensue if you hadn’t exiled the rest of the males.”
>”Anon, you would not like to witness that. Trust me.”
>She motions you to come closer to her.
>You give her an awkward glance and take a couple steps forward.
>”It was like winter during the summer, Anonymous.”
>Your face recoils in disgusted shock.
>She shakes her head knowingly, her eyes wide.
“Uh…thanks for telling me anyway Princess. Good god that…can I forget that, please?”
>”I am afraid not, Anonymous. You must share my pain.”
>The two of you share a little laugh.
>That was the single most spaghetti filled moment you’ve ever seen.
>Did the Princess just make a dirty joke to you?
>”So what happened then, Anonymous?”
>You take a few steps back and attempt to compose yourself.
>This part was the most important.
>With a deep breath, you begin your retelling of the night of the party, making sure to tell her of Fluttershy’s words to you. You also mention the blacking out and the rape.
>Celestia blinks rapidly.
>”…Anonymous…surely you jest?”
>She seems to think on this a moment.
“I’m afraid not, Celestia. You can do a mind-read on me or whatever if you still think I’m lying.”
>”I…this is a very serious matter, Anonymous. You have accused an Element of Harmony of murder-death-kill. Something of that…matter…has not been seen in the entire millennia in which I have ruled.”
“I…I am aware. I…what does that mean. That is to say I mean I don’t understand the laws of this world and…”
>She cuts you off, raising a hoof.
>You guess that means ‘stop’.
>”Anonymous, is there anything else that I need to know before we start this discussion?”
“Uh…well I guess not, but I really don’t know what’s going to happen.”
>”For the first time in a long time Anonymous, I do not think I do either.”
>That…that’s really unsettling actually.
>She’s been alive for 1000 years and you’re making her second guess herself?
>Goddamn what a day.
>”You may return to the others, Anonymous.”
>You flash her a weak and awkward smile and turn to the other ponies.
>They’re all in various stages of sitting down.
>You didn’t think you took that long, did you?
>Twilight and the rest of them smile as you return, and you just sort of shrug.
>You go to look at Rarity and…she’s passed out.
>Lovely.
>You walk over to her and try to rustle her awake as the Princess begins once more.
>”Anonymous has spoke of an interesting series of events that have occurred in these past few days. I am inclined to believe him, however, the events that which he speaks of are of a matter most harrowing.”
>You look to see the others reactions as Rarity simply snores on.
>Pinkie looks a little solemn, Fluttershy is still sort of avoiding eye contact with the princess, Twilights giving her a blank stare, Rainbow seems to be nervously pawing at the ground and looking around. Applejack seems to be looking at you and Rarity.
>You catch her glance and make a motion of taking a drink, then you clasp your hands together as a pillow and lay your head on them. You end the pantomime with a shrug.
>She winks and laughs silently to herself.
>Oh good, she got it.
>”To sum it up, Anonymous has been put through quite the ordeal during the week of Estrus. He has accused the Element of Kindness of not only blackmail and rape, but of murder-death-kill. I will discuss the magical anomaly after we have concluded this matter first and foremost.”
>And instantly eight eyes are upon you, the room aloud with gasps of shock.
>”Whaddya’ mean Anon? Fluttershy wouldn’t dare hurt ya!” Applejack insists, her voice hinting with a tinge of anger.
>”Well…Anon I mean I know that you said Fluttershy did some bad stuff to you…but isn’t this a bit much? I just hope you know what you’re doing. For Fluttershy’s sake,” Twilight says, her voice a worried whisper.
>”Anon…don’t worry, okay? I mean, it’s not like they’re going to lock Fluttershy up or anything.” Pinkie exclaims, noticing the worry lines quickly drawing on your face.
>Fluttershy’s ears have drooped and you can see tears in her eyes as she hides in her mane.
>Rainbow trots to your side.
>”Anon…I’m gonna try and help you out here, okay, but you have to understand. Fluttershy is still my friend, regardless of what you say she did.”
“Yeah…I got that Rainbow. Thanks I guess.”
>Rainbow trots away.
>”Anonymous, since you are unfamiliar with our laws, I would like to explain a few things.”
>Celestia starts, approaching the 7 of you.
>”The allegation of rape is considered minor, since stallions are removed from the area to prevent this. Most ponies are too eager to initiate sexual contact. We shall consider you as part of the stallion group next season, if you wish. Had this occurred outside of estrus, perhaps I could admonish Fluttershy. I am sorry, Anonymous.”
>You throw back your head, closing your eyes in frustration.
“Alright, fine. Whatever. I really didn’t want anything to happen to her anyway, you know.”
>This is just fucking great.
>”I’m sorry Anon, I know it hurt you. Maybe Fluttershy will apologize.” Twilight pipes up, a faint smile adorning her face.
>You’re not quite in the mood for smiling.
>Fluttershy sees nothing wrong with this, she won’t apologize.
>Hell, she’ll probably keep trying to get at you, too.
>Great.
“Yeah, maybe.”
>You shake your head and look down to the snoozing marshmallow.
“Hey Twilight, you think you could wake her up?”
>She puts a hoof to her chin.
>”Hm, yeah, I think so.”
>She shines her horn briefly and a spark of purple energy zaps into Rarity’s horn.
>Rarity jumps up on all fours.
>”What! What is it! What happened!”
>She looks shocked, her pupils tiny in fear.
“Rar, it’s fine, you passed out.”
>”Oh. Well then. What did I miss?”
>You shake your head at her.
“Not much, she told the rest of them what you already know. The rape means nothing because it was during estrus. I guess she’s about to get to the murder bit.”
>”That brings up the second allegation, of murder. Anonymous has described the situation, as I understand it, of occurring at the end of the party of which you all attended. While the rest of you were resting…”
>You snicker. Maybe you should have mentioned the salt.
>”We weren’t resting, Celestia.”
>Rarity pipes up, her face blank and eyelashes flashing dramatically.
>You see the rest of the mane 6 go tense, aside from Fluttershy.
>”Rarity what are you doing!” Pinkie whispers angrily.
>She ignores the rest of them.
>”Oh? Then what happened, Rarity?” Celestia asks, cocking her head to the side curiously.
>Rarity approaches the princess, looking to Fluttershy briefly.
>”Fluttershy provided the rest of us with a measure of Salt. In our relish, we took caution to the wind and had a sampling of it.”
>Now it seems to be Celestia’s turn to look shocked.
>She looks to Twilight, mouth agape.
>”I…I can…” Twilight hangs her head, and the rest follow suit.
>Finally, Fluttershy approaches the princess.
>”Your Highness, I’d like to raise an…um…objection to this.”
>”I beg your pardon, Fluttershy?”
>”I was never at the party. And…and I wouldn’t have salt anyway. Where would I even get that from?”
“Uh, but we all saw you there, Fluttershy. You can ask every single one of us.”
>”Yeah sugarcube, you were there all right.”
>She shakes her head.
>”Oh no, I was certainly not. I was going to attend the party as per Pinkie’s invitation, but I figured I should probably stay away from Anon. I was still in Estrus and…I didn’t want…um…anything to happen.”
>You can’t believe your ears here.
“That’s bullshit, Fluttershy!”
>You take a few steps toward her, your blood pressure rising in rage.
“We all saw you. I even tried to fucking apologize to you! Then you drugged the rest of them, stabbed me with something, raped me, and…I guess I died from the poison or whatever.”
>”Anonymous, if you would please calm down. I would like to keep this situation civil.” Celestia interrupts, stepping in between the two of you.
>”There seems to be some sort of disagreement. Fluttershy, you say you did not attend the party, correct?”
>She nods, looking to the rest of the ponies, but remaining stoic.
>”And the rest of you, you all state that Fluttershy was indeed at the party?”
>”Yes, your highness. She was most definitely there.” Twilight adds.
>”I see. Well then, Fluttershy, I would like to use a memory spell on you. Are you ready?”
>”I…yes Celestia.”
>Oh this is gonna be rich. She’ll get caught in her own lie.
>Perfect.
>Celestia approaches Fluttershy, who you can see is visibly shaking.
>You have all right to be nervous, you liar.
>The alicorn princess’ magical medium glows yellow, and is pointed to Fluttershys forehead.
>Celestia’s eyes turn all white, and Fluttershy closes hers.
>This seems to pain her.
>A silent moment passes, the 6 of you staring at the event before you.
>You wonder if this was how it was then she used that spell on you.
>You can’t seem to recall.
>Celestia pulls her horn from Fluttershy, who takes a step back.
>”It does seem that Fluttershy is telling the truth. She was not in attendance to the party last night.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
>Celestia looks to you.
>”Anon, please calm down.” Twilight pleads, grabbing your shirt.
”No! I will not calm down. I’m tired of calming down. I’m tired of this bullshit of people not fucking believing me!”
>You ball your fists as the blood pumps through you.
>You approach Fluttershy.
“I know you’re lying. We all know you’re lying. Why the fuck are you doing this? Was murdering me not enough for you? You want to ruin my life now?”
>Fluttershy shies back into a heap.
>”Anon…I…”
“No, you shut the hell up Fluttershy.”
>Suddenly you are lifted off of the ground.
>”Anonymous. You will calm your temper or I will be forced to do it for you.”
>She glares at you through lidded eyes.
“Celestia, this goddamn liar will tell you anything to escape justice. Just fucking look at her!
>”Guards, please escort the human to the dungeon. I will not have my subjects slandered like this.”
“Oh that’s real fucking rich. Of course you’d believe-“
>You are now Mute Anon.
>Apparently.
>She silenced you somehow, your mouth refusing to open.
>”I had thought that this would be a peaceful hearing, Anonymous, but it is clear that you just seem to hold a grudge against Fluttershy.”
>”Celestia that’s not…”
>Rarity trots a step forward, in attempt to defend you.
>”Generosity, if you would please stay out of this. I can already tell that Anonymous has influenced you beyond the norm.”
>Now it seems to be Rarity’s turn to get mad.
>You’re still suspended in front of the princess as the two argue.
>You make an effort to writhe a bit in her magical grasp, but to no avail, of course.
>”I beg your pardon Celestia, but I love that stupid human. He has not ‘influenced’ me in any way.”
>Celestia seems to stare at Rarity.
>”Generosity, I would like to ask you to stand down. I am not sure how the others have not noticed, but this human has corrupted you. You have showed up in my court smelling of sex and musk. You look like Tartarus warmed over. You cannot even stop drinking alcohol even in my presence.”
>You see the tears form in Rarity’s eyes, her deity’s words striking into her heart like a dagger.
>She isn’t talking to her like that.
>You lash out with a balled fist.
>Fuck this, you’re going to go down fighting.
>Your long arms are clearly in reach of landing a fist to her face, but your arm stops mid-swing.
>You didn’t think she’d let you anyway.
>You see Celestia look to you.
>”You see what this creature tries to do?” Celestia says mockingly.
>Rarity’s tears fall to the ground and you writhe uselessly.
>Her whole body slumps a little, and she turns to the rest of the ponies behind her.
>”Aren’t you even going to try and help him? What’s wrong with you ponies! He was your friend, how can you just stand there!”
>Rainbow Dash seems to take a step forward, and is the first to speak.
>”Rarity…we…didn’t want to say anything but…the Princess is right. You don’t seem yourself at all.”
>”I…uh…hate to say this sugarcube but…ya been acting a bit funny since you and Anon been together. I don’t remember ya ever hittin the drink that hard.”
>Twilight nods.
>”I wanted to say something but the two of you seemed happy together. I…I’m sorry Rarity.”
>Pinkie is in tears as well.
>”I don’t want you to go Anon…”
>She finally looks to Fluttershy.
>”You were my friend, Fluttershy. You did all of this. I hope you’re happy.”
>Rarity slumps to the ground, burying her face in tears.
>You feel hot liquid streaming down your own face.
>Some friends.
>You reach out for Rarity as Celestia drops you, the two burly pegasi arriving from behind you.
>They grab you by the arm and drag you towards the door.
>They drag you beside Rarity, and you reach out futilely.
>Your fingers graze her flank barely.
>She turns to you, and tries to grab you.
>Celestia stops her with a wall of magic.
>”Generosity, do not make me detain you as well.”
>”Anon!” She calls out to you in anguish.
>You wish you could yell to her.
>Something.
>Anything.
>You pass the others, looking to them with angry pleading eyes.
>They refused to help you.
>Fluttershy is in tears.
>You swear she whispers something to you as you pass her, but you’re not paying attention.
>Stupid shy pony.
>The others react similarly, avoiding your gaze.
>Twilight apologizes to you, but it means nothing to you.
>Rainbow seems to be taking this the hardest.
>”I’m sorry Anon…really…I wish I could help I…I’m just…”
>You shake your head at her.
>You hope she understands.
>You slump your head.
>You can’t handle this shit any more.
>The guards drag you to an elevator.
>You don’t stop to question how they have an elevator here.
>You’ve been defeated.
>You have nothing, any more.
>And you can’t even talk.
>The elevator starts with a creak.
>Oh it’s powered by rope.
>That’s safe.
>You look to the guards.
>One is colored dark brown, with similar colored hair under his helmet. His cutie mark seems to be a sword.
>How do ponies use swords?
>The other is a stark white Pegasus with a curly yellow mane that seems to be trying to escape its confinement.
>His cutie mark is…Rarity?
>What in the hell?
>You look to him, but he seems to be ignoring your presence.
>”Hey Disc?”
>”What is it Rar?”
>His name is ‘Rar’ too? What is he, Rarity’s long lost twin?
>No purple hair though. And he isn’t a unicorn.
>That’d be weird.
>”What in the world is this thing?”
>”I don’t know Rar, we’re just supposed to escort him to the dungeons.”
>Rar looks down to you and you lock eyes.
>”He seems sad. I wonder what happened?”
>”Damnit Raritan quit trying to connect to the prisoners. You remember what happened last time?”
>”Hey, you’re the one that decided to take an emergency shower for whatever reason.”
>He hangs his head.
>”I got something stuck in my mane alright? We’ve been over this.”
>”Under your helmet. Right.”
>He snickers.
>Well at least they’re having fun.
>You feel your blood pressure returning to normal, your breaths returning to normal.
>The elevator stops with a jolt.
>”Bottom floor, come on Rar, maybe we can go grab dinner or something before all the good places close.”
>”I’m really craving some Macaroni and Cheese.”
>You realize you could probably overpower two ponies easily.
>What’d be the point though.
>At least Celestia didn’t do anything to you when you threw a punch at her.
>Well that sort of sealed the deal of you not being welcome.
>You just tried to punch a goddess.
>The guards pick you back up, but you stand instead.
>They look at you as if you’re about to hurt them, and you throw your hands up.
>You hope that’s unanimous for “I give up”.
>”I think he’s friendly, Disc.”
>”You say that, but he’s like three feet taller than us. And if he was friendly, why is he being locked up?”
>Raritan shrugs.
>”Well, come on you. You’re in trouble for whatever reason.”
>He nudges you with a hoof to follow, and Raritan stands behind you.
>The three of you walk down the dimly lit corridor.
>”So what’d you do?” Raritan asks plainly. His voice is high pitched and singsongy. He’s probably Rarity’s cousin or something.
>”Rar, Tia hit him with a silence spell, he can’t talk.” Disc replies as you turn a corner.
>The room ahead of you seems to be the jailhouse.
>You can tell by all of the iron bars.
>”Oh. Right. Well why doesn’t he have a pen and paper with him if he’s mute?”
>Disc shrugs.
>The three of you make your way into the room, and Disc unlocks the jailhouse door.
>Raritan gently pushes you into the cell and locks it.
>”Sorry mate, I don’t know what you did but…it’ll get better.”
>He flashes you a smile and walks off.
>Disc sits off to the side, reading the paper.
>”Hey Disc, I’ma go do some important guard related things. You got this?”
>”Yeah whatever, Rar, you never do guard related things.”
>He laughs horsely and Raritan exits.
>The cell is sparse, of course.
>There’s a pony high bench, a little bucket in the corner and a small rug on the floor.
>…even Earth had a toilet.
>Wonder how long this spell lasts.
>”Hey prisoner, I appreciate you not struggling.”
>Disc calls to you.
>You approach the door and look at him.
>”I know from your height and weight that you could have easily thrown us off or worse. I could have fought back but Raritan isn’t really that…he’s pretty useless in a fight.”
>You laugh inwardly.
>”Best he can do is probably whine them to death, or bore them by talking about himself for hours.”
>He laughs, and you return to the little bench.
>It’s an awkward sit, your knees nearly coming up to your chest.
>You think of Rarity, your only comfort in this damnable world.
>You didn’t belong here, and that much was certain, now.
>You loved her, but…what does it matter.
>None of your friends approved of your relationship.
>Even the damn Princess looked down on you.
>Fuck this gay Ear-Equestria.
>You sit in the cell, a small window the only source of sunlight, though the sun seems to be setting.
>You never got to have lunch with Rarity.
>Now you’re not even sure what’s going to happen.
>If you’ll ever even get to see her.
>…you didn’t even get to explain yourself.
>Goddamnit you were an idiot.
>Why’d you have to fly off the handle like that?
>You throw your head into your hands, rubbing your eyes.
>Well.
>This is a rather shitty situation.
>And you can’t even talk.
>You look at the rug and suppose it’s for sleep.
>You figure they’ll sentence you or something later.
>Think they’ll kill you?
>Well you’re already dead, but you don’t have any idea what’d happen if they cut off your head or something.
>You cringe.
>That’s not something you really want to find out.
>You make your way to the little rug and drag it to the wall.
>It will serve as a blanket.
>You sit down, trying to find a comfortable position against the cold, stone wall.
>You don’t.
>You try laying down and it sort of helps.
>You idly trace with your finger the little cutie mark of Rarity on your shirt.
>She’d find a way to help you out.
>After several hours of just laying there, listening to Disc and Raritan’s inane conversations, you finally manage to pass out.
>You wake in the middle of the night to sounds outside your cell.
>There’s no light, and your eyes are ill adjusted.
>Shit you still can’t talk either.
>They’re footsteps, alright.
>A pony.
>No, two of them.
>Maybe the guards are here to...why didn’t they light a torch?
>They would've lit a torch if it was the guards.
>You lay still on the rug, panic gripping you slightly.
>A lantern is lit, and you see the figures barely.
>Two ponies, garbed like the other two were.
>”You. Stand up. Back against the wall.” A voice calls from one of them. It sounds raspy and horse, like someone who’d smoked all of their life.
>You comply, still groggy.
>You didn’t want any more trouble than you’d already caused.
>The door to the cell swings open.
>The guard holding the lantern is a dark grey. You can’t really make out much else.
>The two ponies enter the cell.
>”Turn around.”
>Uh…okay.
>One of them approaches your back, and pulls your hands together with a hoof.
>Oh you’re being arrested now.
>You don’t struggle but it all seems odd to you. You were already in jail.
>”You’re to be exiled. The Princess does not deem you fit for her land.”
>You’d like to ask why, but all you can do is make mumbly noises.
>Exiled?
>Isn’t that a bit harsh?
>You try and compare their laws to those of the old medieval times.
>Yeah, this seems suitably harsh.
>They tie your wrists together with a length of coarse rope.
>You wriggle your hands.
>Too tight, of course.
>You make a little grunt at them but they don’t seem to mind.
>The guard grabs the knot of ties and pulls you from the wall roughly.
>You stumble a bit and get your bearings.
>”Follow us, and don’t try anything funny.” The other guard says, sounding like a woman who’s also smoked too much, her voice raspy and harsh to listen to.
>You could try and break out.
>Where would you go, though?
>You’ve only ever known this little town.
>And if you went back to Rarity surely the others would find you and turn you in or something.
>…maybe this is a new beginning for…your new beginning.
>Shit that’s horrible, self.
>You don’t have much of a choice as they lead you down the dark corridor.
>You didn’t feel very rested, either.
>Probably stress getting to you.
>At least you’re not as weak as you were earlier though.
>Twilight was good for something.
>Oh god wait, if you’re exiled, how are you going to get a charge up?
>Or whatever.
>Panic sets in slightly.
>They decide to take you up the stairs this time.
>It’s a bit awkward, as the steps were made for ponies.
>You stumble a bit, the faint lantern definitely not helping you too much.
>You eventually reach the top after a few shoves.
>These guards didn’t seem to really want to be nice.
>Wonder what happened to Disc and Raritan.
>You enter the throne room and it is empty, of course.
>A cool air breezes through the room, fluttering the curtains.
>Fluttering.
>Hah.
>Fucking Fluttershy.
>The guardsponies lead you out of the castle swiftly.
>They don’t speak to you.
>As the three of you step outside you meet up with another cloaked pony.
>You see a wisp of white hair curling under the brim of its hood.
>”This is the prisoner. You have your orders.” The male-smoker-guard says, pushing you toward the other pony.
>It takes off its hood, revealing a dark blue coat and a long curling mane of white.
>And she’s a unicorn.
>”I trust that the bits will be in the dead drop, as I requested?”
>Her voice sings of someone with a rather large ego.
>You just look at her incredulously.
>”Of course. Now on with it.”
>”I will cast my spell when I am good and ready, you plebian. Firstly, I think I should reverse his silence.”
>She shines her horn, a sparkling pink.
>Funny you can notice that even in the dim moonlight.
>Your lips part, your mouth opening with a gasp.
>You cough a bit, getting your bearings.
>”Prisoner, you’ve been ordered for exile for your crimes. If we see your face around Canterlot or Ponyville again, we will not hesitate to use force to remove you.”
”Where am I going, then?”
>”I was not privy to the location.”
>Well, that’s shitty.
>Actually they could have said anywhere and it wouldn’t really help you any.
>You’ve no idea where you are in this strange world anyway.
>”Are you ready, trickster?”
>”For the last time, I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, not ‘trickster’.
>”Whatever, just cast the darned spell.”
>”Hold on tight, tall one. This will not be pleasant.”
>What else is new.
>You grit your teeth.
>She shines her horn once more and your vision goes white.
>Your feel a distortion all around your body, like you’re entering a vacuum from one side, and in a wind tunnel from the other side.
>It is not pleasant.
>You let out a yell as your matter is ripped apart.
>In an instant that feels like an hour, you wake in the middle of a field.
>This is familiar.
>But the tingling feeling in the air around you is not.
>The sunlight burns into your eyes as you take a look at your surroundings.
>Wait, sunlight?
>What the hell?
>Did the spell really take that long?
>Well, no one found you.
>Shit this means you’re not…
>Fuck.
>You’ve been exiled.
>Absolutely wonderful.
>You throw your fist to the ground in frustration.
>Well, lets go find ANOTHER new life.
>You grumble slightly and rise to your feet.
>I wonder if Rarity misses me already.
>Probably.
>You look down at her little cutie mark on your shirt and force a smile.
>You’d see her again some day, that’s for sure.
>…if she doesn’t drink herself to death.
>You struggle a little laugh.
>You pick direction randomly.
>Toward the trees? Fine, sounds good to you.
>You make a slow stride toward them.
>You are met with a path that skirts the sides of the trees.
>Well that’s wonderful.
>You decide to follow the path, why not.
>Maybe you’ll meet another…group of ponies that’ll…
>Accept you.
>You sigh.
>This is some pretty shitty luck.
>You walk slowly.
>You’re not in the hurry to get anywhere.
>You continue down the dusty trail.
>You spy a couple birds flitting about the trees.
>You pay little attention to them as you drag your feet through the dirt.
>They say you really shouldn’t beat yourself up when things go wrong.
>But at this point, you really didn’t have a lot of choice.
>This was all Fluttershy’s fault, yeah.
>But as far as you know, she’s a million miles away.
>If you hadn’t of lost your cool, maybe Celestia would have read your mind too.
>Then everyone would see that she was lying.
>…what in the world would she gain from lying?
>Well, not being labeled a murderer, for one.
>Your thought process is suddenly broken by a curious noise.
>A bird? No it sounds different.
>It seems to be coming from the woods to the left of you.
>You change course and head towards the noise.
>Sure enough it gets louder, and you can make out what it is.
>It’s someone singing.
>You can’t make out the words, but it sounds like a feminine voice.
>Well that makes sense, there seemed to be a lot more women than men in Equestria.
>You make your ways through the trees, not making any effort of stealth as the branches and leaves crunch underfoot.
>As the singing grows louder, you hear another faint noise.
>Running water.
>A stream, perhaps?
>You follow the noise.
>It’s a girl singing that’s for sure.
>She’s not singing any words though, just ‘laa’s and ‘na’s.
>It’s…it’s pretty beautiful actually.
>Finally you push aside a bush and find yourself on the edge of a pool of water.
>And then you spy the source of the singing.
>Which then stops almost immediately.
>Two eyes instantly lock with yours.
>Human eyes.