A Thousand Son in Equestria, part 21 (A New Day Dawns)

>You groan as consciousness slowly returns.
>What the fuck HAPPENED?
>You remember Twilight casting some spell on you, and bright light, and then....nothing.
>You take stock of your surroundings quickly, struggling to process what's going on.
>You're in the library, still. Everything seems a bit.....larger, than you remember.
>You struggle to move, and dizziness keeps you in place.
>As your balance returns, you feel the wood of the library floor pressing against you. You must have collapsed.
>The second you move, you hear a rustling from among the books, and you spot a purple blur as Twilight moves in close to you.
>"Anon!? Anon, you're alive! It worked it worked it worked! I knew it would...."
>She trails off, and then she stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time.
>Is she....drooling?
"Twilight, what in Tzeentch's name did you d-"
>You stop, because you had held out your arm to rebuke her.
>And the end of your armor-clad limb does not possess a hand.
>Or fingers.
>A smooth, flat hoof greets your vision, and you feel yourself growing faint.


>You stare at your new appendage in mounting horror, making hoarse sounds from the back of your throat as you struggle to comprehend what the fuck your purple friend did to you.
>Meanwhile, said friend is eyeing you up and down, biting her lower lip when her eyes reach "down."
>"Wow......I do good work."
>That snaps you out of your panic attack, and you glare up at Twilight, struggling to rise again.
"Twilight, I don't know what in the Warp you thought you were doing, but you need to reverse this. Now. This isn't funny, Twilight."
>You get halfway upright before stumbling. You have no experience with four limbs.
>Twilight, meanwhile, starts to ramble, still staring at you in a horrifying way.
>"Well, Anon, Celestia sent me a letter about your...erm, intimacy problems with Princess Luna, and asked for me to try this spell on you!"
>You are going to kill that marshmellow colored Princess.
>Just as soon as you figure out how to stand.
>Twilight keeps speaking, her voice slowing down.
>"But I mean, Anon, maybe it wasn't a problem of body type. Maybe Luna just....wasn't the right mare for you."
>You freeze, and glance up at Twilight.
>Her eyes are half-lidded.
>"It looks like you're having a bit of trouble adjusting to that new body~. Why don't we....study it together?"
>NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
>You scrabble around on the floor, desperate to get up, and your mind concetrates, focusing the Warp...
>Before your thoughts are blasted apart by Twilight as she leans close and licks your....
>You have a horn?


>That actually feels kind of....
>FUCK NO HORSE BRAIN, LEAVE THE XENOS FUCKING TO THE NOISE MARINES.
>That does feel incredibly fucking great, though.
>You concentrate as best you can in this alien body, and surge to your...hooves, knocking Twilight back while you struggle to stay standing.
>She's still giving you that creepy stare.
>"Oh Anon! I didn't know you liked it so....rough! Mmmm~, Luna was right about you...."
>What the fuck is wrong with her?
>You open your mouth to ask that very question when she rushes at you, compromising your newfound stability by locking her hooves on your armored shoulders.
>Oh god she's trying to kiss you.
>You frantically back away, struggling to do anything, to cast anything, with this worthless horse body.
"Twilight...Twilight stop. This isn't right, not all. Turn me back, this instant!"
>She ignores you, and you feel her nibble on your ear.
>That tears it.
>You set your freaky horse legs running, knocking the still lust-dazed Twilight aside as you try to get some distance from the mare.
>Unfortunately, you have not yet mastered the art of walking like a pony, and your hooves tangle in themselves, sending you skidding and tumbling....
>Right off of the library balcony.


"FUCKING XEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOS!"
>You shout in pure frustration as your cursed form tumbles through the air.
>You hear a soft 'eep' as you fly off the balcony, but you're too busy being pissed to notice it.
>Hell, as a pony, could you even survive this?
>At this point, you don't care. It'd be better than staying in their with Twilight Rapist.
>Your still-armored form slams into the ground, and you grunt in surprise.
>That didn't hurt at all!
>But you had formed a size-able dent in the ground.
>Well whatever the fuck she did, you're still Astartes.
>Horse-startes, whatever.
>You look up from where you fell, and you spot Twilight looking down at you, drooling and twitchy.
>"Anon? Oh Anon, you're alright! I'll be right down!"
>The mare turns from the balcony....
>Right into a pair of waiting hooves, who strike her in the head with a stone until she blacks out.
>None of which you notice, because you're busy panicking and trying to dig yourself out of this miniature crater with your useless hooves.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK. TZEENTCH, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!?"
>"Oh...oh my. Are you alright, Mister?"
>You turn around, and spot Fluttershy.
>This is the worst Hell.


>She's got a bag slung over her...backside? What do you even call the back part of a pony?
>You struggle to right yourself as she gets closer, and you notice her wings are kind of....stiff.
>"Sir, sir do you need a hand? Why are you digging a hole next to Twilight's hou-"
>You interrupt her, struggling to thrash some of the dirt off of your armor.
"Fluttershy! Fluttershy, it's me! You have to help me. Twilight's gone insane. She hit me with some kind of spell and turned me into a xe-into one of you. Help me stand up."
>"A-Anon?"
>*poomf*
>Her wings are as stiff and straight as a ship's mast. Hell, you think they might be...pulsing?
>Fucking pony xenos.
>She's giving you a similar stare to Twilight, and you snort in annoyance before waving a hoof in front of her face.
>She snaps out of it, shaking her head vigorously and unsuccessfully trying to force her wings back down.
>"Yes...o-of course I'll help you, Anon. C'mere."
>She trots over, pulling at your shoulder with her mouth until you stand wobbly on your four new legs.
>Holy Tzeentch, she smells GREAT!
>Shut it, horse brain.


>Okay, you can do this.
>You've killed thousands upon thousands of xenos, loyalists, and humans in the name of the Dark Gods.
>You are lord and master to A town of cultists on the Planet of Sorcerers.
>You saved Applebloom from Khorne himself.
>You can do this.
>You look down, and put all of your focus and concentration on putting one foot in front of the other.
>And ignoring the smell that's coming from Fluttershy.
>She, for lack of a better term, flutters about you constantly, trying to make sure you're safe and don't 'hurt yourself.'
>Which gives her an excuse to touch you constantly.
>And try to shove what you're sure is chloroform under your nose.
>Thankfully, you're a....Horsestartes...so that doesn't do much but make you dizzy.
>Dizzier.
"Fluttershy."
>She eeps.
"Stop trying to drug me. This is serious. I need you to lead me back to my house. I need to get in touch with Trixie."
>"S-s-sure Anon, but I wasn't trying to-"
>You give her an exasperated glance, and she falls silent.
>You feel a little bad, and you try to reach out and give her a reassuring pat, but trip and fall on your face again.
>When you get out of this, you are going to choke Celestia to death.


>After much tripping, unsubtle groping attempts, and more frustration, you are standing outside of your house.
>You're getting used to this, a bit, at least.
>You havn't fallen on your face in the last ten minutes.
>You lift a hoof to knock on the door, steadying yourself with your other hoof to keep from collapsing.
>You feel an impact on your rear as you knock on the door, and you turn a burning glare on Fluttershy, who is looking away, giving a terrible attempt at a nonchalant whistle.
>You feel your ears go flat in anger, and that angers you even more. Your fucking head won't even listen to you!
"Fl-"
>"Trixie is coming, be patient!"
>You back down as the door opens, and you see Trixie step out, her grocery back still slung over her cape.
>She sees Fluttershy first, and greets her cordially, if not warmly.
>"Oh, hello Fluttershy. If you're looking for Anon, he hasn't gotten home yet since our pra-"
>She stops talking as she looks at you. The blue unicorn's jaw drops, and you see one of her eyes twitch.
>Then she gets an expression you've decided you hate seeing more than anything else on this world.
>"Well, well, well. Who's the hunk, Fluttershy?"


>The blue unicorn sidles closer to you, and you catch a whiff of a different smell from her.
>She's giving you what you THINK is a seductive smile.
>Nope, this shit isn't happening again, mutant xenos brain.
"Trixie."
>Trixie blinks, astonished. Apparently she can recognize your voice, even if it's gone up an octave or two.
>"A....Anon? Is that.....what the BUCK happened to you? You were gone for two hours, tops! Did you just randomly decide to SWITCH SPECIES!?"
>Her eyes give your body the run down again, and she gets a sly look on her face.
>"....Not that Trixie's complaining."
>You are not amused, and your facial expression makes that clear enough.
"Twilight Sparkle went crazy. She turned me into....well this. I can barely even USE my sorcery with this thing on my forehead. Can you fix it?"
>Trixie's already nodding her head in the negative.
>"Trixie's not familiar enough with Twilight Sparkle's magic to try. I could just make it worse. You might end up stuck that way."
>Fluttershy speaks up.
>"That...that wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
>The glare you shoot her could melt steel.
>You don't bother answering, marching in to get your helmet, which has apparently been transformed to fit your face.
>You struggle to get it on, speaking halfway through the vox as you do.
"Okay...staying this way is not an option. Twilight's too busy trying to molest me to listen to reason...any bright ideas."
>You feel a slap on your....you don't even know, and you sigh.
>Fluttershy's voice speaks up as your helm seals itself on your neck and your vision returns.
>"Maybe Rarity could help you? If...you really want to go back, that is."


>Trixie speaks up from behind you, and you're pretty sure you know which one of them slapped you.
>"Good idea, Fluttershy. Rarity's known Sparkle longer, she might recognize her magic."
>You turn and glare at Trixie through your new horse-shaped helmet.
>She stares back at you blankly, before getting it.
>"Oh...OH. Don't be upset about that, Anon. If that flank's going away Trixie's going to at least give it a little touch first. You should be proud. You're bucki-"
"Stop."
>You turn around, and march out the door.
>As if this day couldn't get any worse, you're pretty sure your apprentice is going to be Slaaneshi when she chooses a patron.
>If you weren't FILLED WITH UNENDING RAGE, you'd be disappoint.
>Instead, you slowly make your way to Rarity's, Fluttershy and Trixie in tow.
>Their eyes don't leave your backside the entire time.

>You don't even bother raising a hoof when you reach Rarity's door, instead banging your head against her front door until she opens it.
>"Coming darling, coming. Pinkie I swear, one of these days, you'll have to use your hoo-ANON!?"
>She stares at you in complete shock, jaw dropping at the sight of you.
>You're more than okay with this. At least there wasn't anymore of that rape look.
>Which strikes you as strange. After all, wasn't Rarity one of ones behind the "custom" pits around your house?
>"Oh dear, Anonymous! What happened to you! Your beautiful hands, and your body!"
"Rarity, I need your help. Twilight Sparkle's turned me into a....a pony, and I can't change back. Trixie and Fluttershy think you might be able to help, since you're the only unicorn who's close friends with her."
>Rarity's face grows deadly serious.
>"Oh it. Is. On. Come with me, darling, I have some friends who can help."
>Without another word, she trots out the door, and you sigh in relief as you follow her.
>You'll have your body back soon!


>Rarity trots through Ponyville, deflecting any of your questions as she leads you, Fluttershy, and Trixie deeper and deeper into Ponyville.
>They're still staring at your backside, and Trixie keeps whispering things to Fluttershy, who is 'eep'ing constantly.
>Her wings have not gone down in the past hour, and you feel the absurd urge to cut them off.
>Keep calm, Anon.
>Keep calm, and kill Celestia.
>Eventually, Rarity leads the three of you into a clearing near the Everfree Forest, where you spot ponies trotting and flying about, some of them hauling heavy stones and tiny gemstones, like the ones Rarity uses in her clothing.
>Ahead of you, in the direction Rarity is heading, you spot a massive arch, like a.....a circular gateway, standing under the forest.
>A platform sits under the gateway, made of white stone with strange black markings.
>Alarm bells go off in your head, but you're too pissed off and mentally exhausted to recognize the warnings.
>Standing on the platform, scrutinizing the archway with a yellow eye, is a pony you recognize.
>Lyra the Unicorn.


>The green mare smiles as she spots the four of you approaching, but you can tell immediately the smile is forced.
>There's something...off about the whole situation, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
>It's that bag around her neck....something about it.
>"Oh, hey Rarity! You're a bit, erm, early....what the hay happened to Anonymous?"
>Rarity waves a hoof dismissively.
>"That's why we're here, darling. Twilight put some sort of curse on our dear friend here, and I've come to see if the Hand can grant his, uh, hands back."
>Wait, what?
>The Hand?
"What are you..."
>Rarity interrupts you, still speaking to Lyra.
>"Will this...complicate matters, my Seer?"
>Those alarm bells are alarm bombs right now.
>You turn and cast a desperate glance at Trixe, and she takes your meaning as the both of you gather the Warp.
>Well Trixie does.
>You try and fail, your body betraying you again.
>Lyra hasn't noticed.
>"Not at all, Rarity. We can still have the Ceremony, just as promised. We just have to fix Anon's little problem, first."
>Suddenly, you hear a thud, and Trixie collapses, a rock levitating up from her head.
>As you turn and look, several heavy stones slam into your cranium, and you feel your weakened physiology failing as you slide into unconsciousness.
>The last thing you hear is Fluttershy yelling in terror.


>You struggle to wake yourself, cursing your pony body for being weak enough to fall unconscious in the first place.
>The first thing you see is Rarity, attired in a strange, alien garb.
>She kicks her hoof back and forth, shyly, as you come to.
>She looks.....different. Some fey look about her face, that you can't quite put a name to.
>"I'm....terribly sorry about this, Anonymous. Really, it was just barbaric of me to strike you with that stone, but Lyra was sure you'd never come around of your own free will."
>You move to get closer to her, but recoil in shock as your body slams into some kind of invisible field.
"Rarity, what the hell are you doin-"
>"Advancing all ponykind, darling! Lyra's in touch with something, something wonderful! A creature who promises us enlightenment and knowledge. All we have to do is pave a way for him. And we need you to do it!"
"So you're willing to sacrifice my life, just for"
>"Heavens no, Anonymous! That would be barbaric! We just need...some of your...erm...sorcery, I think Trixie called it. You'll be fine! And it'll even turn you back into your real shape!"
>You doubt this.
>You hear Lyra's voice from somewhere behind you.
>"Put Twilight Sparkle into position!"
>You turn your head as you see the purple mare dumped onto a runic circle, still unconscious.
>Glancing down, you spot the same strange circle of runes at your feet....
>Wait.
>You recognize these runes.
>They are written in the Eldar tongue.


"You glance up, desperately, as Rarity trots away from you to join the growing cloud of ponies underneath Lyra's little stage.
>The green unicorn clears her throat, before speaking to the cultists.
>"Friends, countrymares, followers of the sacred Paths, lend me your ears! We have done the impossible, today! We have captured the Red Monster, and the Faithful Student, just as the Hand demanded! We have finished the Gate!"
>Their are loud applause as the ponies stamp in approval.
>"I know that many of us have done things that we would...that we would never have done otherwise, but it is all in service to a higher cause! For tonight, we make ready to free the Hand, and welcome him as he leads us into a new age of wonder and glory!"
>Lyra levitates the bag off of her neck, and empties the contents into a large rune circle between you and Twilight.
>It's that fucking xenos' fucking hand.
>The same hand you cut off.
>Anger fills you, and you try to shout at the ponies, begging for them to stop.
"You don't know what you're doing, you fools! Do you even know what you are ready to release!?"
>They ignore you, and Lyra begins to lead them in a chant.
>You feel the warp shift around you, even with your dulled senses, and you watch Twilight stir from her unconsciousness.
>Then you feel agony unlike any you have ever known.
>Your talent, your power, your sorcery, is ripped from your body and mind as quickly as you can replenish it.
>You scream in agony as your body and armor warp and shift into your natural shape.
>You can only howl in pain as the circle beneath you tears your power from you to fuel it's spell.
>You hear Twilight's scream of agony rise to join your own.
>And the cultists continue to chant.


>A ghostly chuckling fills your mind in your ears, and you glance up at the sky, terror breaking through your agony.
>Night comes early to Equestria, the sun dropping from the sky as the moon suddenly comes into focus.
>You watch as thousands of small sparks, red and purple, swarm around a dark imprint on the moon's surface before vanishing, taking the strange imprint with them.
>The air shimmers and crackles in the rune circle next to you, and you struggle to turn your eyes on it even as it sucks away at your power and your life.
>The crackling air burns with white heat, light coalescing into something....
>There is a shudder in the Warp, a great disturbance that sends even the Earth Pony cultists into a disturbed muttering.
>The light grows, twists, and solidifies.
>Until the Eldar Farseer stands in the circle, arms raised in triumph as he laughs his defiance at the night sky.
>"At last, I am free again. I return to walk upon the land of beasts and daemon-lovers."
>Cold blue lightning arcs over his form as he stands their, laughing, in the blue rune circle.
>You roar in soundless anger and horror as you watch your foe return to the living world.
>You can't do anything. You're too we-
>Your screaming stops as you sense two warp presences flare into awareness from Canterlot Castle.

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>You struggle against the pain as the Farseer floats over the glowing rune-circle, his remaining hand outstretched.
>The cultists ponies bow to him, even Rarity, though you catch an expression of horror on her altered face.
"You're dead, you stupid alien bastard!"
>The Farseer turns his disdainful eyes on you, his helmet leaving no expression as he glances your way.
>"I think not, Mon'keigh. I have foreseen all possible outcomes. I have calculated and predicted your actions. While you struggle to understand what I will wreak upon this world, I have already won."
"The Princesses will kill you, this time! Even if I can't escape this cage, they'll tear you apart!"
>You can sense his smile.
>I think not."
>He lifts a hand towards you, while his stump points at Twilight.
>You feel the power tearing free of your bodies flow into the Farseer, and his eyes crackle a brilliant blue-white.
>What is that fool doing? Will he turn your powers again-
>"COME FORTH, MY KIN! THE WAY IS OPEN!"
>There is a burst of soundless fury as energy works it's way into the space in the arch before you.
>Lightning, born of psyker power and fury, strikes the ground, tearing up dirt, as a howling psychic wind tears through the air.
>Brilliant blue energy lights up the massive stone arch.
>And the first Eldar Guardian steps forward onto Equestrian soil.


>Horror clenches your hearts in an icy grip as you watch the alien leave the Webway portal.
>And it only grows worse as more follow it.
>Eldar Guardians, clad in black armor, march out of the giant stone arch, each clutching a shuriken rifle in their palms.
>Great Wraithlords, massive constructs of wraithbone powered by the souls of the Eldar dead, stride forth onto the land, ignoring the shivering ponies.
>The regimented guardians march in two streams past the Farseer as he holds the Gate open.
>More Eldar come.
>Banshees, clad in the black of the Farseer's craftworld, stream from the portal, accompanied by great anti-gravity Prism-craft.
>Warp spiders, crouched low, stride from the portal, led by an Exarch of their kind, a female.
>And lastly, a warrior, tall and regal, great metal wings projecting from his armored shoulders.
>An Autarch.
>The Eldar, as one, clench one fist to their chest in deference to the Farseer, and the Autarch and the Exarch walk to him, side by side, before embracing him.
>The Warp Spider Exarch speaks first, hugging the Farseer even as he holds the Gate open.
>"You have done it, my brother. You have pierced the Veil and delivered us paradise."
>"THIS PARADISE ISN'T YOURS TO TAKE!"
>The Eldar stiffen in surprise, before glancing up at a furious Celestia, glowing with all the might and fury of the Sun itself.
>The Farseer only laughs.

>Celestia growls at his defiance.
>"Farseer, are you such a foal that you have forgotten what I did to you last time? That you would transgress like this......torture my student, capture Anonymous, release more of your misbegotten kind onto MY world.....and my ponies..."
>Luna is silent, a floating shadow of death at her sister's side.
>She glances at a few of the cultists, specifically Rarity, who cringe at her presence.
>"You've...you've changed them...what have you done, Farseer? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
>She screams her anger, diving at the Farseer, who does not even move.
>His eyes flare with psyker power, and you watch as the runes around Twilight Sparkle flare out.
>And you watch as Twilight Sparkle stumbles forward into Celestia's path, pulling the Princess up short.
>"Twilight, wha-"
>Twilight slaps her mentor with a hoof, tears running down her face.
>"Princess! I'm sorry I can't stop! He's in my headhe'sinmyheadithurtsithur-"
>She chokes up suddenly as Farseer removes her ability to speak.
>As a cruel afterthought, he tosses her a small alien knife, which the purple pony grabs in her telekinesis and immediately holds to her own throat.
>Celestia freezes.
>"That's enough, dear Twilight Sparkle. Your mentor, I believe, understands."
>Celestia is as shocked and as sad as you have ever seen her.
>"I...I do. Please...do what you want to me...but don't hurt Twilight...I couldn't-"
>"Quiet yourself, beast."
>She does.
>"What do you want?"
>The alien's eyes turn to you.
>"I want you, first, to banish this filth to the moon."


>Luna's wings snap open, and her eyes glow a fearsome blue, before she roars at the Farseer.
>"NEVER! WE WILL NOT BOW TO YOU, ALIEN! WE HAVE RULED THIS LAND FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, WE WILL NO-"
>The Farseer interrupts her.
>"I have searched for a way here since it's creation. I know more about this world then you could ever know in hundreds of my lifetimes. Now silence your beastly tongue."
>Luna screams in anger, and advances on the Farseer, before Celestia's wing stops her advance.
>Luna glances at Celestia in shock.
>"Sister, we cannot send him away! Not Anonymous, not the one who has defended us, the one who has fought for us, the one I l-"
>Celestia cuts her sister off.
>"I...I don't want to either, Luna....but Twilight...my student...I can't just...she's my-"
"Do it."
>Everyone, the Autarch, the Farseer, the cult-ponies, the Princesses, they all look at you.
"I said do it. I will not let my friends die in my place. Do it."
>The Farseer is laughing, the skinny bastard, and tears run down Luna's face.
>Celestia's could be carved of stone.
>"Anon, I ca-"
"I SAID DO IT! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?"
>Celestia's horn flares, and she shuts her eyes as Luna weeps.
>Light envelops you, and you have enough time to pray to your God before you know nothing but dust, and darkness, and rock.

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>Luna weeps over the faded black spot where you once stood.
>She knows all too well what you are about to face.
>The Warp Spider Exarch snorts in disgust, before speaking up, her feminine voice laden with disdain.
>"Look at these creatures, brother. How they weep for a mon'keigh. Truly, the Old Ones were deluded when they created them."
>Luna snaps up, rage in her eyes, but the Farseer simply nods his head at Twilight, and the fight goes out of her.
>Celestia has eyes only for her Twilight. For her Faithful Student.
>"There. There, it's done...now please...my s-"
>"No."
>"What, but I-"
>"Did what I commanded, which is all you will be doing from now on."
>The Farseer gestures with his stump, and a great pressure forms on Luna and Celestia's backs.
>The Princess bow under the weight, gasping.
>"Now, kneel. Kneel, or watch as your "faithful student" tears apart her own jugular."
>The Princess fall to their knees, bowing their heads, as Celestia weeps for her student, and Luna weeps for the one she loved.
>The Farseer strides over to the kneeling Princesses, raising his voice and casting it out with his mind.
>All of Equestria would know his will, tonight.
>"Hear me, beasts. Take heed of the word of your betters. Your rulers kneel at my feet."
>"The Age of the Alicorn is ended, ponies."
>"THE AGE OF THE ELDAR HAS BEGUN!"
>Lightning tears across the sky, and the assembled Eldar host cheer as one.


EPILOGUE:


>This isn't right.
>None of this was going the way it was supposed to be.
>The way Lyra had promised it would be!
>Rarity quietly trotted over to where she had stashed Trixie, doing her best to look nonchalant as the Eldar marched their way into Ponyville, and towards Equestria proper.
>She could feel their quick psychic talks with each other, and she struggled to resist their commands as the changes Farseer had wrought on her form took hold.
>She makes her way to Trixie's unconscious body, nudging the mare awake with her nose.
>She's trembling now, as the Eldar's influence grows greater and greater, commanding their cultists to spread the Word of the Farseer.
>Trixie slowly awakes, jumping at Rarity's sudden appearance until a marshmellow hoof jams itself into her mouth.
>"Shhh. I don't...have a lot...of time....Anonymous is trapped....you need to go....get out of here....save him...we were wrong...so wrong."
>Rarity winces and gasps as the Eldar commands rise to a crescendo in her altered mind.
>Trixie only nods, giving Rarity a quick nuzzle before she teleports away, drawing on Anonymous' brief teachings.
>Another puff of displaced air appears at Rarity's side, a low feminine chuckle accompanying it.
>"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A beast that doesn't yet know it's place?"


>A delicate hand traces it's way down Rarity's trembling cheek.
>The blade protruding from the wrist-weapon of that hand curves close to her eye.
>The Warp Spider Exarch steps into view.
>"Fairly strong-willed, for an animal. Even with the alterations, you still resist. All so that you can...give. Such generosity."
>She chuckles.
>"How humbling. You have even given a gift to me, noble beast."
>Rarity struggles past the order slamming into her mind to give out a questioning grunt.
>"Why, you have given me something to hunt, my dear!"
>The Exarch laughs, before the Warp draws it's shadows around her, and she vanishes in pursuit of Trixie.
>Rarity stays there, struggling to disobey and help Trixie, before the conditioning in her mind overrides her desires.
>She goes back to join the other cultists.