Return of happening part 1

Day things STILL aren't looking up for Spitfire in riskquestria

>You are spitfire
>things are starting to look better
>Your empire is a young one, but not to be underestimated
>You don't remember what you did to anger Discord, but if he wants a challenge then he can have one
>Apparently some other nations are tired of Discord's shit too, rallying together to put an end to him
>You made a brilliant tactical move today, pounding through Discords forces, across the island, and right into his home turf
>There was nothing that was going to stop you from winning THIS game
>"PRINCESS CHOP"
wait, what?
>BLAM
>the last thing you remember seeing was Celestia standing over you
>"Like that Discord? Did I do it right"
>Ominous Laughter surrounds you as you fade out of consciousness
>Darkness

>As consciousness slowly comes to you, you can't help but feel deja vu.
>Have you been here before?
>Before you can think on it some more, the lights flash on and it all starts to fall together
>In front of you is Celestia, a sad look on her face
C...Celestia?  Are you here to liberate me again?
>The look on her darkens, you swear you see a tear in her eye
>"I'm afraid there is no liberation for you today"
W....what do you mean?
>As you say this, the door swings open, in stepping no other than Discord himself
Celestia please you have to end this now!
>"Im sorry spitfire, but the gears are already in motion
Swear to god celestia, I will find a way to take revenge on you if its the last thing i do!
>As she walks out of the room, you lay a curse on her name, swearing that your vengence would be swift and unending
>"Well now spitty, where were we?"
>With a snap of his fingers, one discord becomes 5 and a look of despair crosses your face
>"This is going to be fun..."

4 HOURS LATER
>you are Discord
>and you are daresay, getting bored of this mare
>The >rape was fine for a while, but its just more of the same
>The never ending anal bead chain was fun for a bit too, but like most things, gets old.
>Your favorite part was turning her into a little car that you could steer with your dick.
>You even had her grow a dick and fuck herself! and yet, all good things must come to an end
>"Alright Spits, its been fun, but I have a war to wage
>As you finish speaking you draw a large hammer from behind your back, raising it with the intent to put spitfire out of her misery
>She whimpers in fear, for a moment, before accepting her demise.
>When out of nowhere-
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
>the door is torn off its hinges as fire explodes down the hallways

>You are now Spitfire
>You have accepted death, maybe now you can finally be set free
>As discord readies himself to end you forever, a huge explosion rips through the facility
>Almost knocked off his feet, Discord stumbles to the side giving you a clear view of the doorway
>In a blur, none other than Rainbow Dash flies through the door, gun in hand
>As quickly as RD had come in, Discord snaps his fingers, teleporting out of the room
>"I'll get you, you bastard"
>She flies back out of the room, leaving you to your miserable fate.
>You are stuck there for a while, still bound in the center of the room
>The building shakes a few times, signs of war being brought to the outside
>After a while the lights flicker out, and the emergency lights flash on
>There are no lights in your room, but some manages to creep in from the hallway
>Will you be forgotten?
>Is anyone coming to help you?
>Are they doing to bomb this whole building, burying you to never be seen again?
>You start to cry to yourself again, already having given up hope...
>"Is anyone still here?"
>That voice... your weakened mind tries to recall whose it is
>"Hello? PLEASE still be here"
>The man was close, you could hear him talking to himself
>"oh god, Rainbow said she saw some orange mare back here when chasing Discord"
>Was he looking for you
>You try to yell out, but little sound comes from behind your gags
>"Spitfire... SPITFIRE WHERE ARE YOU?"
>As he shouts, he almost walks by without looking inside
>He double takes as he sees your beaten form
>"Spitfire.. oh my god, thank god you are still alive"
>You would recognize that face anywhere
>Even behind all that battle rattle, even with the gask mask muffling his voice, you could still recognize him anywhere
>Ponybro
>As he starts undoing your bonds, the stress of the situation finally catches up to you, forcing you into a deep slumber

>You are now Ponybro
>After rescuing Spitfire, you brought her back to your capital to recuperate
>You talked with the doctors and the psychiatrists
>They said that you were mentally unfit to keep leading, that no nation would be able to rise to your banner again
>The physical damage was extensive... but she would make a full recovery
>You wish you could spend more time with her, but the war is never ending, Celestia's forces pushing in with a surprise attack from the south had all your attention focused on saving your people.
>When you did manage to spend time with her, she had changed.
>Lost were the fire in her eyes, the determination to keep fighting
>Its as if she had lost the battle, lost the will to continue
>You couldn't stand seeing her like this
>It almost broke you on the inside when she started calling you master
>Sure it was kinky in the bedroom, but then it started coming out in regular conversations
>You couldn't take her to diplomatic meetings anymore, in fear that she would say something to make people think you a slave owner
>One day things took a turn even worse
>She had taken up a habit of asking you to punish her
>Its almost like she was mentally subverting herself to you or anyone else
>The doctors didn't know what to say, they had never seen anything like this before
>the only thing they could say is they were thankful that Discord had been killed before he could do this to anyone else.
>You started refusing to punish her, telling her to be more assertive
>She said she had brought shame and unhappiness to her, pleading and eventually begging to be punished
>You refused and went to bed without continuing the conversation
>When you awoke that morning, your bed was empty
>You went into the kitchen and almost threw up
>On the floor laid Spitfire, kitchen knife in hand
>She had taken the knife and mutilated her own wings
>A note on the ground said it all
>"If master wont punish me, he must want me to punish myself"

>You had rushed her to the hospital, she had lost a lot of blood
>The doctors couldn't save her wings, and she had fallen into a coma they feared she wouldn't wake up from
>On the inside you were torn to pieces, but on the outside you had to show strength
>Enemies were at your borders and you had no time to grieve, you had to be strong
>It came as a shock to you when the Doctors gave you that fatefull call
>Spitfire had taken a turn for the worse, something about a blood clot, and it was suspected she didn't have long
>You rushed back to the hospital, intent on seeing her one last time
>As you went in the room, there she was
>Laying as peacefully as she had when you last saw her
>You saw the heart monitor, beeping slower and slower
>slower and slower......
>Tears formed, you got your dress uniform wet
>Why did this have to happen, why did she have to be this way
>As the heart monitor let out one final beep, it flatlined, alarming the personel to the situation
>She wouldn't make it back
>With one last regretful look, you turned and left, intent on getting revenge on those that did this to both her and you.