Anon in Tartarus Prison 3

>You are a unicorn from Ponyville named Twilight Sparkle.
>A human has appeared in Equestria, a strange anomaly you suspect is from another universe.
>And you have been researching the myths and legends of humans since you returned from your volunteer time at Tartarus.
>After searching through 14 different dusty tomes, 3 of them from Canterlot’s library on emergency request, you find an answer.
>A human had come to this world 3000 years ago. He donned a coat of steel, a sword covered in blood, and a decorative shield.
>He killed several of the Night Guard, assuming them to be enemies.
>Under Luna’s command, he was ambushed, captured, and sentenced to court after a short trial.
>It is the only known case of the death penalty in Equestria, as he was feared to be a bane to all of ponykind.

>You’re really worried about this, and you need to confirm the details.
“Spike, are you there?”
>You hear trotting from behind you, and you turn too see who else is here.
>It’s Fluttershy, with her rabbit Angel sitting adorably on her head.
“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in. Is Spike around?”
>She speaks in her usual gentle voice.
>”O-oh, he asked me to tell you that he’s going to be at the boutique this afternoon. I met him on his way over.”
“Hmm… What it be too much trouble to ask if you’d let him know that I’m headed to Canterlot and likely won’t be back until tomorrow?”
>She cocks her head a bit.
>”What’s the occasion, Twilight?”
“I’ve got a legal case to figure out. It’d take long to explain and I need to hurry and pack before the last train departs.”
>”Oh, that’s okay. Have a safe and enjoyable trip up there.” She politely makes her way out the door with the sounds of a rabbit crunching carrots on her head.
>You return the books from the podium to the shelf with your magic, then make your way upstairs.

>……
>You’re an encumbered purple horse with a saddlebag of one night’s commodities.
>You’ll need to book a hotel, so you can talk with the recently rehabilitated Princess of Moon.
>You step off the train onto the platform and smile at the railway timekeeper as you make your way to the pearly white streets of Canterlot.
>The scenery still leaves you in wonder, and though you’re a geek, you appreciate the fashion of all the ponies here.
>By the time you’ve made it to the steps of your hotel, you’re exhausted from both the train ride and the uphill walk up the streets.
>You make your way to the desk, but notice a familiar face on the room and talk her instead.
“Coco Pommel?”
>She gasps excitedly. “Twilight? What are you doing here in Canterlot?”
“I’m here on business with the Royal Sisters. What about you?”

>She gives a wide and sweet smile.
>”That’s amazing, I’d love to meet Celestia. I got booked with a commission for Sapphire Shores for one of her performances.”
“Fashioning a dress for one of the most fabulous performers in Equestria? I’m jealous too!”
>You and Coco both giggle.
“Well, I should pay for my room and rest for a bit, the train ride here wore me out.”
>”Okay~! Take care.”
>The pony hums as she makes her out the glass doors.
>And you walk up the counter and pay for your room.
>”Room 213, enjoy your stay!” The curly haired old mare giddily replies.
>You magically take the key and put it in your mouth.
>And you walk up the carpeted stairs to your room.
>You find yourself already crashed on your bed with the saddlebag callously on the floor next to it.
“Hahhhh… I’m so sleepy. Time for a nap...”

>……
>You’re Twilight Sparkle, an accountant from Canterlot.
>This weeks earnings report has just been finished, stamped, and filed.
>You lean back in your comfy chair and sigh pleasantly.
“All in a day’s work.”
>The assistant of the department chief finds your cubicle.
>”Twilight, the boss would like to speak to you in her office.”
“Oh, I’ll be right over.”
>You get up from your seat, magically put your desk into order before leaving, and grab your business satchel.
>You find yourself at the chief’s door and give a knock.
>”Thou may enter.”
>You turn the handle and see Luna in a black business suit.
“I heard you were coming. Have a seat, Twilight Sparkle.”
>You obediently sit in the seat opposite her desk.

>The stern Luna in her fitting attire speaks.
>”The human. I believe you know of him, correct?”
“Huh, wait...”
>You put your hoof to your head and think past your foggy mind.
“Oh! This is a dream. I totally thought I was an accountant.”
>Luna laughs modestly. “Such is a common thing in the dream world. I thought it best to speak to you in your dreams tonight.”
”How did you know that I came to Canterlot? And about the human no less?”
>”We knew thou would come when you had heard the rumors of the human in Ponyville. I expected thou to read about it and come to me when ready.”
>You blush and laugh nervously.
“Am I that predictable?”
>”That you are, Twilight. But we find it in the pleasant amusement.”
>She gives a genuine grin. But then begins speaking with a serious expression.
>”I’m greatly concerned about this human. I do not think even Tartarus can keep him secure.”

“I’m not worried. The human is really nice. He came by the library and gave me a hug.”
>Her scowl turns to astonishment.
>”W-what didst thou say? The human is capable of affection? This is nothing like the other...”
>She goes quiet before she finishes the last statement.
“If I may, the human seemed genuinely interested in learning about the other creatures here. He requested a bestiary. The only thing I’m concerned about is him being friends with Discord.”
>Luna breaks into a cold sweat.
>”This could be worse than thine expectations. I must convene with thine sister at once.”
“Luna it’s okay! He can’t be that bad.”
>”We request that thou refrain from further interaction with the human until we discern his intentions. Until then, be safe Twilight Sparkle.”
“Luna wait~!”
>Before you can reach out to her, you’re whisked away by a whirlwind of paper and broken scenery.
>You wake up covered in sweat.
>And fear that something bad could happen to Anon.

>You’re Anon.
>And you’re holding a sweet, pink succubus who is weak in your arms.
>She’s giving you the most innocent, vulnerable, blushing stare.
>You almost feel weak looking at her.
>You take her in your arms without a word and peck her on the lips once.
>She closes her eyes and submits to your desires.
>You didn’t think it’d be this way, you thought she’d be the dominant one.
>And you’re fine with it either way.
>You kiss her again, but taste her tongue in this one.
>Her saliva is sweet, and reminiscent of strawberry tea.
>You can sense her fear of you being destroyed by her, and you continue to stroke her mane as you french her delicately.
>She breaks the kiss first and looks deeply into your eyes.
>”Anon, you’re throbbing down there.”
>You lightly giggle.
“And you are stiff. Relax, Love.”
>You gently stroke your parted fingers down her body to her flank.
>She shudders from the unique sensation that only you can give to her.
>And she slightly moans as you run a finger around her quivering haunches to her lower belly.

>She tenses up as you reach her slit, soaked beyond belief.
>You can feel her clitoris twitching wildly, but you can’t see it from this angle, so you assume it’s winking.
>You’re exceedingly aware of how immoral this act is in your own world, but it’s so powerfully arousing.
>Your fingers slowly feel the outside of her small vagina.
>It’s thicker than a human female, but very similar.
>She gasps as you find her vaginal opening and stick in two fingers.
>It’s tight, but it slides in with little resistance, the godly and warm sensation turning you on even more.
>Further, you can smell the sweet scent of her pheromones leaking from her moist crevice.
>”Anon, stick it in already! You’re teasing me too much.”

>You got so lost in your own sensations that you forgot about hers.
>She fusses but she can’t even look angry at you anymore.
>You pull down your trousers and point your erection at her hole without much movement and  push her onto it.
>”Ahhh” She moans loudly with excitement, as if renewing her vitality at once.
>Unexpectedly she bounces up and down, tongue haphazardly lolling out, with an incredibly orgasmic expression.
>”Hah… Hah… So thick...”
>You can’t contain your arousal either and thrust upward using your legs.
>Her ‘Ah’ becomes ‘Oh’, and you’re getting off from just her lewd face.
>”Are you going... to cum soon, Anon?” She barely utters in between slaps of your cock.
“No way, it’s going to take more than that.
>She says “What?!” But you cut her off by flipping around and fucking her in missionary.
>You have a lot more leverage, so you fuck her a lot harder than before.
>Her moans turns into shouts, and her eyes have nearly rolled to the back of her head.
>It must be stimulation like she’s never experienced before, as she’s drooling and almost unconscious with pleasure.
>”Anon… Please… Slow down… OHHH!”
>You thrust deeper than ever before, hitting what must be her womb.
>You’re about to cum, so you’re going to enjoy this as much as possibly. You take your tongue in hers…
>And pump hard against that deep spot.
>Her muffled screams and the whites of her eyes are the last thing you see…
>...Before you break the kiss and cum into her with the force of a geyser.
>She screams in orgasm, squirting all over your cock
>and passing out.

>……
>After an excessively long orgasm, you fall over to the side, and exhaust your breath as if you were holding it in.
”W-whoa… I didn’t think she’d pass out. Horsepussy must be sensitive.”
>You look at her, and find her tongue is still hanging out, and her vagina leaking copious amounts of semen.
>It’s been 3 weeks since you last fapped, and you are by no means disappointed.
>There’s no way she didn’t become pregnant from that episode.
>”HEY! W-what’s going in here?”
“Aaah!”
>You pull up your elastic pants at lightning speed and look at the door.
>Two guards are looking at you and Lovestruck with a mixture of fear and something else.
“How long have you been there?”
>”Do you not remember the guard who’s posted outside the door at all times.”
>At all times.
>Those words ring in your head, making you feel really stupid.
“Hahaha… Um… How loud were we?”
>”Do you really want to know?”
>You shudder, but nod your head in fear.
>”I’m pretty sure anyone in the cavern, even in the great chamber, could have heard that scream.”

>You look at Ebola with terrible guilt, but you can’t help but laugh at yourself at fucking her until she passed out.
>She hasn’t woke up either.
>You look back at the guards with a guilty smile.
“This uh… Isn’t a problem, is it?”
>The guards laugh heartily at your expense.
>”Nah, it’s legal to have sex publicly, as long as it’s consensual.” The left one says.
>”Yeah, don’t be surprised if you find Ronnie and Hyde bucking either, they’re a pair of messed up rutters.” Says the right one.
>You’re a bit frustrated how all the guards look the same.
“What’s a rutter?”
>”It’s an equestrian slang term for someone who indulges in too much intercourse.”
>”Anyway, is she okay?”
>You hear her breathing, so she’s fine. You nod at the guards and they leave and shut the door, murmuring as the chat out of earshot.
>You’re not really bothered by being caught, but you are kind of worried you overdid it with Lovestruck.

>As you finish your thought, she groans awake and looks at you in a daze.
>”How in Celestia’s haunches did you make me cum that hard...”
“I’m pretty experienced, you know.”
>”That wasn’t even experienced. That was godly. No stallion I’ve ever heard of has lasted more than two minutes.”
“What about other creatures?”
>”…Ten at most?”
“That’s nothing. I’ve gone 30 minutes at a time or more.”
>She audibly gulps.
>”Anon, umm… you’re serious about this right? I am so glad you’re alive...”
“I never go back on my word. And I never once thought I was in danger. I love you Ebola.”
>”I-I-I love you too.” She says blushing and cover her face with her tail.
>You have to tell her, though you know she’s going to be completely mad about it.
”Um… Love, you screamed so loud that everyone within half a mile probably heard.”
>”WHAAAAAT!?”

>……
>You’re still Anon.
>It’s been about 15 hours since you fiercely impregnated your cellmate, and had a nice dinner.
>Discord made a delicious stew for everyone. You wondered why and how it tasted like beef.
>And after a couple hours of talking and snuggling with your Waifu, you fell asleep.
>But something doesn’t seem right.
>You’re aware that you’re in a dream, but it seems like you have more self-awareness than usual.
>You are walking through a dilapidated castle hallway, small and large tattered banners with the symbols of the sun and moon hang everywhere.
>You come to a spiral staircase and see where it leads out of curiosity.
>There are glass murals that gleam in the moonlight.
>They appear historical, as it details of epic scenes. One shows a white alicorn levitating 6 irregular-shaped gems, firing a beam of light at a dark blue alicorn.
>Another shows a lavender unicorn and five others that come together to defeat… Discord?
And that’s Twilight too!
>It leaves you dumbfounded, and your mind swirling with questions.
>But a voice booms from above, clearing your hazy mind.
>”THOU SHALT COME TO THE ROOF AND FACE ME, HUMAN!”
>Startling as it is, you can’t help the feeling that a worse fate is imminent if you disobey.
>You proceed up the spiraling stairs, and exit through the wooden, cellar door atop.
>The tall, threatening alicorn the size of Celestia scowls at you with vicious anger, hovering a small distance from you.

“Princess Luna was it? Why are you so angry?”
>She laughs ironically to her enemy.
>”You are the greatest threat to Equestria. You cannot be allowed to live.”
>You face her with an equally threatening laugh and a smirk.
“Out of all the ponies here, you seem to have the guts to do it. But why are you intent on killing me of all things?”
>She cautiously lands 20 feet from you. And begins speaking darkly over the gentle, cold breeze.
>”Humans do not belong here. Your kind is the most violent we’ve ever faced in Equestria.”
>”A human donning armor and a sword came here and slayed some of the kindest beasts and ponies in this land.”
>”I brought together a band of the fiercest warriors and we fought him to the death. I lost 15 comrades that day. I performed funeral rites alone.”
>Her story weighs heavy on your heart.
>And you could see how it mentally affected her in her eyes.
“I… I can’t even imagine what that must feel like. Luna, please. We don’t need to fight.”
>”SILENCE. You shall be tested in this dream. When I pierce your heart, you will not die, but you will wake up. And when you do, prepare yourself for an even greater death.”
>If that’s the case…
“Then it appears I can’t dissuade you, and I’ll have to say the same to you. LET’S GO!”

>You dart forward with the fastest hustle you’ve ever had in your life.
>The dream goddess does not expect you to go for the first punch, you might get her…
>BAM! You strike her muzzle so hard she… flies?
>She hits the opposite tower and falls onto the cannon platform below.
>With that, you remember, that you’re in a dream. You can be a hell of a lot stronger here.
>You run to the edge and leap-of-faith.
>And you don’t even crumple on the landing below. The ground merely cracks from the falling pressure.
>With renewed confidence, you run quickly for a finishing sucker punch.
>But she’s already up before you reach her.
>”DON’T THINK THAT THOU HAST FINISHED ME!”
>Several gleaming swords of light appear behind her, pointing at me.
>FWEE! The blades launch at you one by one. You dodge the first two but the third hones in.
>No choice but to drop and roll on the edge of the roof.
>You’re cornered now, however. What can you do to block or dodge the next sword?
“Don’t think you’ve got me either!”
>You conjure a grappling hook on a rope and drop off, hooking the spike with your falling weight.

>You swing back, then forward down the line. And break through stained glass onto the floor below with a roll.
>You feel like some sort of trained agent from some action thriller.
>It’s a throne room, with large double-doors ahead. Enormous pillars lining both sides of the great hall.
>You run down the stairs past the throne, then look up to see where you fell through.
>The angry, dark horse gracefully flies through a hole in the ceiling, and lands in front of one of the thrones.
>”I’m impressed you’ve gotten this far. Not even the other human could have put up this much resistance.”
>Something about that ticks you off.
“Don’t compare me to the other humans. I’m not the smartest, and I’m not even the strongest. But I promise you that I have more nerve than anyone else.”
>You conjure up the one thing that she’ll never be able to predict or fight against.
>You point the .44 magnum revolver straight at her chest.
>”HAHAHAHA! What do you think that tiny thing is going to do?”
>You look at her with daggers in your eyes.
“…… I’m going to wake you up.”

>You’re the Princess of the moon.
>And you had the most dreadful meditation of your life.
>It felt as though you woke up with a knife in your chest.
>How could the human win? You’re the ruler of the night! The lordess of dreams!
>This is the biggest threat to Equestria of all time, he can’t be allowed to win!
>You quickly teleport from your bed chamber to the throne room.
“Dear sister! It’s a disaster!”
>She, elegantly as always, looks at you with an mixture of grace and endearment.
>”Whatever is the matter, dearest sister?”
“GUARDS! Leave the room at once, this is a private matter. I thank you.”
>The guards obediently make their exit. And with the sound of the thunk of the doors, you begin addressing your sister.
>”The human. Do you remember a thousand years ago, when I had to carry out my worst duty as a princess?”
>Princess Celestia comes down from her throne, and embraces her softly.
>”Yes. It was a terrible day for both of us. Especially you, my love.”
>You move her away, and look into her eyes with faint tears that you wished not to let her see.
“I fear this one is more dangerous. This one possesses a stronger will. Mental strength that’s superior to even my own.”
>”Luna, he’s in Tartarus now. He can’t do anything to harm anyone else if his magic is weakened and there are guards to protect the inmates and himself.”
“SISTER, HE KILLED ME IN THE LAND OF DREAMS! IN MY OWN DOMAIN!”
>You falls into tears with that shout. Celestia kisses you sweetly on the cheek and embraces you once more.

>”Sister. I understand. Do not be afraid.”
>”We must prepare. Tartarus dramatically weakens us, and if we’re to confront the human, we’ll need our best guards.”
>Celestia says so with a mixture of compassion and seriousness.
“Us? Don’t tell me we’re both going to...”
>”Sister, I could never forgive myself if I left you to suffer alone again.”
“But this kingdom needs you! If we both lose our lives, Equestria would fall!”
>”The human cannot overpower us both. I shall send a letter to Cadence immediately. If I shall fall, I’ve no choice but to leave her in charge of both kingdoms.”
>She’d go so far? She’d be willing to sacrifice her role as a Princess so that you would not fight alone?
>”This is but one human. He doesn’t have weapons, he himself isn’t a decorated warrior. There is no chance of a win for him. He shall surrender.”
>Your sister gives you a gaze that instills so much courage. You felt weak and afraid, but again, your sister has mended your broken spirit.
“Then we shall prepare. We shall be the front line, and prevent any more suffering to come to guards, their families, and the rest of Equestria!”

>You woke up, sweaty. And covered in mare juice.
>Holy shit, you fucked a horse again, Anon.
>Well, that’s not what you should be thinking about.
>You just threatened the night deity of Equestria.
>She declared war upon you, and there might not be much time left.
>Ebola Lovestruck moans in her sleep next to you, but she’s out like a light.
>You get up and walk out of the cave room quietly, and make sure the door doesn’t creak to much as you leave.
>You greet the guard who looks half dazed outside the door with a smile and a wave.
>He straightens up out of sleepiness, and addresses you formally.
>”Good morning, inmate.”
“Good morning. I’ve had a question I’ve been dying to ask. Why do you all look so similar?”
>He laughs and gives a pleasant response.
>“That’s a question I usually get asked by children. When you put on the armor, it changes your appearance to keep your identity safe. Being a guard can be intimidating to some folks, so we like to keep our jobs and our home lives very separate.”
“That’s nice. Does the armor do anything else cool?”
>”Well, it’s got a little stone on the front that somehow deflects magical energy. I don’t know how it works.”
“Oh, interesting. Well, I’ll let you get back to your job, sir.”
>”Thanks for the conversation inmate, you’re a lot friendlier than I thought.”
“Don’t mention it, officer. I’m off to breakfast.”

>You go over the information in your head, as you make your way to the dining room.
>The guard armor could prove useful. You could probably steal one for your partner to help her escape, but you don’t think it’d work on your body.
>Can you get any allies in this escape?
“Maybe Hyde and Ronnie could help me out...”
>You mumble to yourself as you sit at the bar once again.
>”Hyde and Ronnie, huh?” You hear two chipper, playful familiar voices in unison.
“Oh! Speak of... I don’t think I’ve seen you two in here before.”
>”Nah, you probably come in too early. We always end up coming in here late.”
>They look at each other in the eyes and chuckle to themselves.
>You can probably guess what they’re doing in their cell in the morning.
“Discord, how are you today?”
>”Ugh, /sluggish/. I couldn’t have had a worse night of sleep.”
“That’s odd. You’re the last person I’d figure would have sleep problems.”
>”I was up ALL NIGHT watching an action thriller. You wouldn’t believe who was in it.”
“Who?”
>All sound stops. Everything in the room goes still. Discord leaves your sight before you can react. And you hear the voice from behind you.
>”It was none other than you, my dear friend.”
>You turn around to see him chuckling. You are highly unsettled by the unnatural room.
>”I can’t maintain a time-stop here for very long. I imagine you have questions, but I have only a few minutes.”
“Err, is there a reason why you’re doing this?”
>”When I said action thriller, I meant your fight with the lunar princess.”
“Y-you saw that? How? I didn’t see you the whole time. Nor did Luna... Or did she?”
>”No doubt it was difficult keeping myself hidden from her, but she couldn’t notice since you had her attention the whole time.”
>This off-color personality is scaring you, the eerie state of the room is only adding to it.
“Are you going to hurt me for what I did? I know that was extreme… But I really acted in self-defense. I didn’t want to hurt her.”
>He laughs, sounding both evil and amused.
>”HAHAHAHA! Now now, I’m by no means upset about this, nor should you feel apologetic. I merely wish to be the observer~.”

>Discord continues.
>”I chose to live here in this prison. The company here is more exquisite than anyone else in the world.”
“I find that rather ironic. Even in the short amount of time I’ve spent in this world, I think I agree. Why are should these people be here, anyway?”
>He chuckles amusedly.
>”You’re asking the wrong questions. The clock’s ticking. Should you not be asking how you could beat the Princesses? No doubt you’ll be facing the two of them together, they’re practically inseparable now!”
>Gosh, he’s right. Discord could be the key to your victory in this bleak situation.
>You don’t even have much time to prepare for a battle, so there’s no way you can beat them head-on.
“Is there a way I can make them submit without harming either one of them?”
>”Hahahaha! You continue to surprise me, Anon. It’d be easier to simply defeat them. Perhaps you can. Have you heard about the giant dragon that’s hidden in this cave?
“Why is there a dragon in this cave? And why would they house such a dragon in this prison?!”
>”Tsk tsk. Wrong questions, Anon~!”
>You consider your mistake.
“Okay then, how do I find the dragon, and how can I get it to scare away the princesses?”

>”That’s Better! Good question.”
>The dragonequus answers delightedly.
>”Take the large tunnel straight ahead from the great chamber. To the right will be two more tunnels, take the one that looks like it could house a dragon.”
>”He’s a big fellow, but if you treat with dignity of a king, he shall hear you out. That is all I can tell you.”
>He disappears from the rear of the bar and back into the kitchen like nothing happened.
>You swivel back around, and try to act like it didn’t happen.
“Discord, could you make me some eggs and toast?”
>”Coming right up~!”
>He serves you perfectly seasoned eggs and buttery toast while you sit in contemplative silence.

>”Anon, you were saying?”
>You almost forgot about the two lovebirds sitting next to you.
“Uh… Oh, I was going to ask… Would you like to do me a dangerous favor?”
>They visibly shudder with delight. Ronnie blushes as though sexually excited by the idea.
>Hyde speaks first.
>”What kinda favor are we talkin’ about here?”
“You guys aren’t big fans of the Princess are you?”
>They’re the only ones at the bar, only they and Discord could hear, but you’re hush-hush anyway.
>”Not at all~!” Ronnie fusses quietly.
>”I agree, them Princesses can’t seem to keep order without shoving someone in a closet somewheres.” Clyde grits his teeth saying.
“So, we’re in agreement. Truth is, they’re coming for me. I suspect it will be by tonight.”
>They’re left in fear and wonder.
>”W-wow, Anon, you’re something else.” He responds.
“I’m not going to kill them, but I do want them to them to submit to my demands or be scared away.”
>”What do you need our help with, dear?” Ronnie asks.
“I’m going to need your help to draw as many guards away into the great chamber as possible.”

>”How do you suspect we do that, Anon?”
>You think hard on this as you finish off the rest of your toast, handing the plate off to Discord who cleans it immediately.
“I say… You draw them into a sort of game.”
>”A game, huh? Well, that shouldn’t be hard. We’re the best card players in Equestria!” Clyde confidently boasts.
>You think about luring the guards in for a game, but that’s not going to work.
“Too weak. That won’t gather enough guards, either. You need… To challenge them to a fight.”
>”A-a fight? Against the guards? You’re crazy!”
“Nah, where I’m from, we duke it out for fun. You got to taunt some guards, get them riled up. Make them think if they don’t fight you, they’ll lose their pride.
>”We could probably do that!” Ronnie chipperly replies.
“Ronnie, I know I’m asking a lot. Are you sure you want to be involved, too?”
>”If you’re trying to be a gentlecolt, I appreciate it. But I’ve faced /much/ more dangerous things.”
“Okay then. Our operation begins during the night guardshift.”

>……
>It’s been 10 hours since you, the Princess of the Moon, awoke violently from your meditation with a despairing mission.
>You and your sister have finally arrived at Ponyville by carriage. You’re greeted by Twilight Sparkle and her five friends.
>She bears a grim expression, and her friends are also unhappy.
>”I got your letter, Princess Luna. Do you really have to go this far? He’s not dangerous!”
>Your strength will not cause you to waiver, even before the kind friend that saved you twice.
“I understand you are afraid, Twilight Sparkle. But as my role as a Princess, I cannot allow such a threat to Equestria. Even if you are my friend.”
>She looks into your eyes with, pity, guilt, and tears. You don’t know how to feel, but you can’t stop now.
>You trot on.

>Your dusty hooves reach the entrance of Tartarus after a long march about the edge of the Everfree forest.
>The sun has been lowered to glowing level, just above and below the horizon.
>It’s been a long time since you’ve looked upon this asylum for the wicked and dastardly.
>The two front guards run over to you.
>”Princess Luna! It’s not safe to go in. Two griffins instigated a fight with the guards. Most of went to disarm them, but…
“You think me or my sister cannot defend ourselves against the talons of these foals? Do not insult me.”
>You word it with far more irritation than you intended.
>”I-I am extremely sorry, p-please...”
>He and the other guard stand aside, so you can pass.
“I apologize for my rudeness, honorable guard. You may rest. I shall leave the Night Guards to your post.”
>Two bat-winged guards in dark armor with moon-crests decend before the two of them.
>With a bow, the white guards enter the cave to head to their barracks.
>A shriek ensues as soon as they leave your sight.
>”BY THE GODS! WHO LET HIM LOOSE?!”

>It’s time, Anon.
>You and Ebola are ready to skip town. It wasn’t easy to get her to cooperate with you on this, she’s a lot kinder to pony folk then you thought.
>You listen outside the door for anyone else, but no sounds echo in the hallway.
>Opening the door quietly, and before he looks your way, you wrap your forearm around his neck and cover his mouth.
>You choke him as safely as you can, dragging him inside and shutting the door.
“Quickly, let’s get that on you.”
>You and her unlatch it together, making it twice as fast. When you’ve successfully removed it from him, you place it onto Lovestruck.
>At the same time, Ebola turns into a masculine guard pony, and the other reverts into a mottled brown pony with a white mane.
>It captivates you for a moment, but you’ve got to shake it off.
“Love, let’s get you strapped in. You’re going to escort me to the front of the cave and then we’re going to have to run. Follow me once we get to the tunnel.”
>”I understand, Anon. Do we really have to do this? This is really scary. These are the Princesses we are talking about.”
>You get on your knees and embrace her.
“We’re going to win, I promise. And nobody is going to get seriously hurt.”
>”I-if you say so. It’s too late to stop now, anyway.”
>She kisses your cheek, and with that, you leave the cell, closing it behind.

>You notice Ronnie and Hyde trash talking the guards as you reach the entrance to the clearing of the Great Chamber.
>You wait a moment to see if all goes as planned. There is a large circle around them both, they’re pretty good. You can’t hear them from here, but…
>Before you know it, Ronnie throws a sucker punch to the closest guard. Fight is on!”
>You walk quickly around the rim, trying not to get noticed. They’re really good at fighting though.
>You observe what you can of the fight as you walk. Ronnie tosses a guard into a group of them. Hyde uppercuts another.
>They’re obviously used to this, for some reason.
>Before you know it, you’ve reached the long tunnel leading to the entrance.
>Though the guards are dangerously close, they are too pre-occupied with the tavern-brawling duo.
>You hurry away through the passage, silently thanking them from the bottom of your heart.

>Lovestruck stops and tugs at your prison scrubs.
>”Anon, I’m worried about this. What if Celestia beats us there?”
>You bend down and kiss her nose.
“No worries. See that stone there?”
>You point to the turquoise star on her uniform.
“The guard told me that it deflects magic. You’ll be safe with that on.”
>She chuckles.
>”That was pretty stupid of him to let that slip so easily.”
>You can’t help but laugh about it too.
“C’mon Love, we need to hurry.”
>You and your pink pony wife make haste.
>The quiet run there is more boring than you expected. It’s ambiently lighted by various luminescent crystals about the size of ponies.
>No different than the hall near the cell.
>But before long, you see orange, glowing light at the end of the tunnel.
>And two figures appear just as you reach the rounded, open space before the exit.
>It’s Celestia and Luna, looking intensely at you and the guard that is your lover.

>There is a heavy silence that lasts about 5 seconds.
>Luna breaks it first.
>”Thank you, honorable guard. You have saved us the trouble of finding the human ourselves.”
>You step forward, provoking a gasp from Lovestruck. She appears to not know whether to stop you or speak out.
“Celestia, you didn’t give me a choice when you imprisoned me here out of pettiness. And Luna, you attacked me, unprovoked.”
>”SILENCE, FOAL. You are a threat to Equestria, that much is sure now. It matters not the pretense of your insolence!”
>By now, you slowly edged yourself to the tunnel entrance where you’re supposed to go.
>And you turn on your heel and dash with great speed.
>You hear the enraged dark princess shout after you.
>”Guards, follow him! He cannot be allowed to escape!”
>Things are turning out in your favor, Lovestruck must be the closest guard, and the other stamping hooves seem distant.
>POP!
>Both princesses have teleported ahead of you, with sharp, glowering eyes.
>You smirk as you only pick up speed and launch in with your shoulder.
>As close together as they are, you burst through them, making them plummet to their sides with hard slams.
>You look behind you as you keep running, and see the lone guard running far behind, and the princesses look angrily your direction.
>Celestia’s horn glows and fires a beam you way.
>It’s going to hit! No avoiding it!
>PING! The beam is directed upward as it strikes Ebola’s armor.
>She smirks and takes off the helm, revealing her true colors, both literally and figuratively as well.
>She continues running, following as close as she can. The princesses leave your sight as the cave turns.

>You are getting tired, as you and Love been running 5 minutes.
>You figure that the princesses aren’t teleporting to you on account that they’re afraid or too weak.
>None too soon, you’ve reached an enormous opening, glowing with skylights on gold and valuables.
>In front of it is a thing you’ve only seen in fantasy films and video games.
>It’s a dragon, at the size you’d expect. It towers over you with its immensity.
>It opens one eye and arises to greet you with great presence.
>”WHO AWAKENS THE MIGHTY KRUHKAN?!”
>The heavy, deep voice rumbles the cave.
>As a show of humility you drop to one knee, hoping Discord’s advice doesn’t get you eaten alive. Ebola does the same, shivering with a tears of fear.
“I-I ask for your help.”
>You moves his head toward you, responding to your voice. It’s very menacing, and you can’t help but shake in instinctual fear.
>”What could you possibly ask of me, hairless ape?”
“I need your strength, to make the princesses cower and flee.”
>”Why do you seek a dragon for this task? I see no benefit to me.”

>You ponder this deeply for a moment, and rise your head.
“Because I could set you free of this prison.”
>The beast laughs heartily, and the ground shakes in response.
>”Interesting. I’ve longed for the day these shackles tether me no longer. Very well, human, I accept.”
“You know what I am?”
>”The dragons once associated with a tribe of humans, long ago. They were cut down, attempting to slay our kind without reason.”
>You think on the humans in your realm and begin to sympathize with the dragon.
>He sounds a lot friendlier than he looks.
“That’s awful. But I suppose they got what they deserved.”
>”You say some intriguing things, human. We’ll explore that later, however. It appears your rulers have appeared.”
>You turn around and insult them condescendingly to their faces.
“They don’t rule me, and they’ll regret having whisked away all the kind folks who live here.”
>They scowl, but remain quiet.
>They look half beaten already to your surprise, but their scrapes aren’t bleeding. Healing magic?
>Kruhkan gets up, causing a mess of gold to rain to clatter and ring.
>”Princess Celestia, Luna, it’s been a /very/ long time.”
>He says with a more confrontational demeanor.
>They’re visibly shaken as he looks deeply at them.
“Anon here is my friend. I don’t think you’d want to die idly in cinders.”
>He gives a toothy smile to the opposing two.
>”D-Damn thee! Sister, let’s go!”
>With a quick flash of light, they disappear before anything could go down.

>You turn around with the biggest relief sigh you’ve had in your life.
>Lovestruck falls on her butt, in shock.
“Kruhkan, I can’t thank you enough.”
>”This was not simply in good faith, you must uphold your end of the deal.”
>He doesn’t look angry however, which is equally relieving.
“How can I help you out?”
>He responds by turning slightly to reveal the large chains etched with strange patterns fettered to his hind legs.
>”These drain me of my physical strength. If they are removed, I can break through the skylight.”
>You walk over to his legs, to observe the shackles closer.
>Now in front of them, you can see that these are intricately made, and not rusted at all. Nor are the chains.
>The patterns glow in light blue, but there is a hole for a large key in a circular break in the lines.
“Do you have an idea where the key can be found?”
>The great dragon groans, shutting his eyes and considering your words.
>”I fought Celestia many years ago. Bound I woke, leading me to believe she made the shackles. The infernal princess didn’t have the nerve to destroy me.”
>You touch the shackles out of curiosity, and draw your hand back immediately when you feel the surge of exhaustion hit immediately.
>”Human, that is not wise.”
>You laugh tiredly.
“Too late for that. I’m going to… sleep.”
>You barely notice Love running to you before passing out on a nearby pile of gold coins.