Sorry Buttons

>You might have been captured by a dragon and slow cooked and eaten.
>You might have been caught by those damned diamond dogs and forced into slavery.
>You might have been caught by the royal guard and flogged to death.
>You were the proud leader of the resistance.
>Sworn to bring down the solar tyrant.
>Bring Equestria to a new dawn of freedom.
>There were many horrendous things that could have caught you.
>Many enemies that sought your life.
>You contemplate all the scenarios you could have been captured in.
>Every one of them would be better than what actually happened.
>The force field, the mocking laughs the slaughter of your guard.
>You were caught by the worst of all scenarios, the solar tyrant’s personal secret police unit.
>No, you were captured by the elements themselves.
>And now you are chained in the dungeon with the tyrant’s personal protégé and the pink beast.
>Your front hooves are chained to the ceiling and your hind hooves dangle just above the floor.
>The pink one is hopping around you, “Now why do you want to be a naughty meanie head?”
>”We shall over throw Celestia! Well make that bitch-“
>The purple one looks up from her papers, “”SILENCE!”
>Her eyes glow and it feels like a hot blade is cutting through your guts.
>The pain is indescribable as you let out a whimper.
>You are not sure if you’re bleeding or not.
>The pink one is still hopping, “Meanie pony making plans, making plans, just doodling your little schemes!”
>She stops, a bright smile crosses her face, she looks at you.
>“Why your my little doodle bug.”, her tone is cute, not at all fitting the situation.
>You stammer, “You can’t stop freedom… URP!”
>It feels like a ball is swelling in your throat choking you and dislocating your jaw.
>”I told you to be quiet! Do not speak until I wish it!”
>She starts to walk around you.
>You feel a mouth nestle in your ear and whisper, “I don’t really think my little doodle bug wants to make Twilight mad.”
>You kick back hitting nothing, the pink one disappeared.
>The purple unicorn starts to speak, “Freedom? From what? Who is oppressed!?”
>”You are just upset because you aren’t in charge!”
>You spit, “The taxes! The unreasonable laws! You stifle the ponies!”
>She laughs, “Society has needs that must be paid for, without laws there is mob rules.”
>“And it takes a strong pony to hold society together, and that pony is Princess Celestia!”
>”You are a wanna be, a dangling wanna be whose only purpose is to furnish information!”
>She stares into your eyes, her cold demeanor sends chills down your spine.
>”Oooooooo…” The pink one’s head slowly moves into your view from below, “You have a nice package!”
>She goes down and just as quick her head shoots down from the ceiling, “Wonder how long it will stay attached?”
>You try to head butt her but she disappears again, you have heard she was fast but you had no idea.
>The strain on your hooves is starting to get to you but you struggle on.
>Twilight starts to speak, “Where is your main force!”
>”I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you say through gritted teeth.
>”The main force of your rebel army! The one in White Tail Wood! The one that’s been raiding Ponyville!”
>”The one that has about 2300 soldiers and…. Oh… never mind, guess we already know about that.”
>You try to hide the shock but you know they see through it, how do they know that?
>The pink one comes out of nowhere and starts to hop around you again, “Is my little doodle bug ok? You look like you lost color.”
>”You’re bluffing trying to get me to say something!”
>The purple one smiles, “No, why would I lie, they are probably dead right now from a stampede.”
>”But enough of that, where is your headquarters!”
>”Is it near the oak or willow tree next to the stream!?”
>You look up again.
>”Ohhhhhh… isn’t it so cute how the doodle bug’s face just dropped like he lost all hope.”
>”You… you know nothing… you are just trying-“
>You are cut off by the sound of a distant explosion.
>Twilight smiles, “Looks like Rainbow Dash is right on schedule Pinkie.”
>The purple unicorn goes back to the paper with her quill floating over it.
>She reads down making check marks, “Ok, let’s see… we know that… that… that … and that!”
>”Wow, guess we know everything then.” She looks at you with a sly smile across her face.
>Pinkie appears behind her and looks over her shoulder at the paper and gasps.
>”Oh my!”, she says with a shocked look.
>She then looks toward you with puppy dog eyes, “I guess that makes you a useless doodle bug… doesn’t it…”
>You put on a brave face, “You cannot beat an idea! We will have freedom! The tyrant will be over thrown!”
>You feel hooves rubbing down your sides, “You’ve got a strong body… hope you last a while…”
>You kick at nothing again.
>Twilight turns and opens a door, “Who wants spaghetti?”
>You hear shuffling and happy babbling.
>Through the door runs ten fluffy ponies, you have heard about these things.
>They are useless and weak, a threat to no one. Why would the elements keep them?
>”Oh you all look so happy… too bad I’m not…” Twilight says lowering her head.
>Several fluffies run up and start to hug her legs trying to cheer her up.
>“Dun be saddies mommeh! Fwuffy gif huggies!” “Mommeh gud mommeh! Why mommeh sadddie?”
>Twilight sniffles and looks down at the throng of fluff, “Because I had a big spaghetti dinner ready for you.”
>”I wanted all my little fluffy ponies to eat all the spaghetti they wanted but I can’t now.”
>They gasp and their mouths fall open in shock staring in disbelief at Twilight, “But… why nuu sketti…”
>She looks at you sternly, “Because he stole it and hid it!”
>You struggle uselessly against the chains, “That’s a lie!”
>The fluffies run up to you angrily.
>They are stomping their little hooves and puffing their cheeks, “Nuu! Mommeh nuu wie! Yoo wie!”
>They quickly surround you babbling wanting to know where you hid the spaghetti.
>Pinkie pie appears again with an evil grin staring you down.
>“What a conniving doodle bug! However will these poor things get their spaghetti?”
>Twilight speaks again, “Maybe… maybe the fluffies can convince him to tell where the spaghetti is!”
>”Teww fwuffy where sketti!” They all start to crowd his legs bucking and biting.
>You start to yell, “They are lying! There is no spaghetti!”
>The fluffies all gasp in horror.
>”NUUU! Dey sketti! Whewe meanie pone put sketti!”
>Twilight starts to walk around, “Maybe my little fluffies can convince him to tell you where the spaghetti is.”
>All the fluffies look at her, “How fuffy do dat?”
>You try to plead with them, “Don’t listen to her! She is trying to use you!”
>One turns around and puffs his cheeks stomping, “Mommeh nuu wie to fwuffy!”
>Twilight looks down, “Maybe… “, her face lights up, “maybe you can use the sorry buttons!”
>Your eyes narrow to slits and you hiss, “You monster!”
>The fluffies renew their anger and gather around your feet babbling angrily and shaking their hooves at you.
>”Yoo meanie!”, “Mommeh nuu munsta!”, “Gif owchies!”
>Twilight’s horn glows and a trap door opens and a device covered in buttons rises.
>Twilight looks at the fluffies, “It is OK dears, the mean pony’s word don’t hurt mommy.”
>She frowns, “But the fact he is keeping you from having spaghetti does.”
>”You beast!”
>”Mommy can’t bring herself to give sorries…”
>She points to the array of buttons, “But maybe you fluffies can…”
>A fluffy runs up and presses one of the buttons.
>Before you can react a horse shoe shots from a wall and hits your face.
>Your head rocks back as pain shoots back through your nose.
>You can feel the blood trickling.
>The pink maniac goes cart wheeling by, “Ohhh, doodle bug smashers!”
>Twilight starts to walk away, “Mommy can’t see this… mommy has to leave the room with her friend…”
>The fluffies start yelling at you again, “Yoo make mommeh saddies!”, “Yoo bad pone!”
>You plead again, “There is no spaghetti… the purple one is trying to make you hurt me for her….”
>A spike shots from the floor and stabs into the side of your gut.
>”Meanie pone say bad tings abou’ mommeh! Get sowwy button!”
>They ignore your screams of pain as they start demanding you to talk.
>”Why make mommeh cwy!”, “Whewe sketties!”, “Bad pone!”, “Wet fwuffy pway!”
>”You idiots! There is no spaghetti! How many times do I have to- AHHHHHH!!!”
>A stick swing up from the floor and slaps your back raising an instant welt.
>One of the fluffies start to buck your dangling legs.
>The pain gets to you and you kick.
>You hear a small eep as your hoof slams into something soft.
>”Nuuuu! Meanie pone gif fwen owchies!”
>The fluffy bounces across the floor a few times before coming to rest.
>All the other fluffies run to the fluffy and start to hug him.
>”Huggies make fwen betteh!” “Get up fwen!”
>They nervously stumble around him hugging and trying to get him up.
>When he doesn't respond, all fluffies turn slowly to you with their cheeks puffed.
>One says in a low adorably menacing tone, ”Yoo bad pone!”
>”Guys, I didn't mean too! It’s the elements! They are causing this!”
>They slowly start to move, their puffed cheek almost turning red.
>You try and ignore the pain as you desperately plead, “You are good little guys! Don’t let them make you do bad things!”
>”This is the tyrants fault! Twilight does her bidding! You don’t have to do bad things for them!!!”
>They gather around the device covered in buttons.
>”Sowwy button!” one says as he pushes a random button.
>Magic flames shoot up from the floor burning your dangling hooves.
>You let out a howl of pain and again you hear, “Sowwy button!”
>You are slammed in the back of the head by another horse shoe.
>”Sorry button!”
>A dull stick shoots from your front driving its self just under your breast bone into your belly.
>You involuntarily throw up as your guts are violently shifted.
>”Sowwy button!”
>The magic flames start up again, you hear the skin around your hooves start to sizzle.
>”SOWWY BUTTON!”, “SOWWY BUTTON!”, “SOWWY BUTTON!”
>All fluffies start to push buttons randomly with determination etched on their faces.
>No pony has ever faced the agony you are now experiencing.
>A magical drill comes down from the ceiling and starts to drill through your left elbow.
>Two slabs of stone raise up and slam into your right leg crushing it.
>Your right shackle spins quickly taking your hoof with it, the crunch of your bones giving away fills the room.
>Spikes shoot into your hoof to keep you up.
>Spikes start coming from the walls impaling you in your chest and belly, none so deep to truly injure you, just hurt.
>A stone hammer swing up from the floor shattering your left hip.
>”Yoo make mommeh cwy!”, “Wet! Fwuffy! Pway!”, “Whewe sketties!”, “Wha button do?”, “Fwuffy push wound ting!”, “Sowwy button!”
>Your body is pelted with horse shoes.
>Hooks shoot out from the floor and walls digging into your flesh before being ripped out.
>Razors come out slicing parts of your legs and torso off.
>Rocks start to replace the horse shoes bashing into your body.
>Your left front leg finally snaps and elongates from being hung.
>A glowing magic saw blade raises from the floor and goes just under your chin.
>You try to avoid it but it is useless as you feel it whirl and start to slice into your lower jaw.
>You feel some ribs crack as a stone impacts your side.
>You cough sending sprays of blood as your lower jaw falls off and the saw disappears.
>You futilely try to scream but can no longer make words.
>You lose site in your right eye as a hook rips into it then rips itself back out.
>The door opens up and the purple monster is walking in proudly, “Oh deary dear! He hid it on the other side of the door!”
>She is floating a huge platter with a pile of spaghetti on it behind her.
>All the fluffies stop and look at her, “SKETTIES!”
>They all waddle to her in a disorganized mass.
>Two twaddle to the dead fluffy and bit his fluff dragging him to the spaghetti.
>They force his face into it, “Sketties make fwen betteh!”
>They all start chomping noisily as they eat the marinara covered delicacy.
>Twilight walks over and looks you over, “Oh dear, looks like you will bleed to death slowly from all these wounds.”
>Her horn glows and you feel burns all over your body, “That is unless we cauterize them.”
>A surreal wheeze escapes your throat as you try and moan.
>”Oh no! My doodle bug is broken! Boo hoo hoooo!”
>You feel the pink crazy one lean against your body and start crying.
>She suddenly stops, “Oooooo! But your package is still intact! Yay! My doodle bug isn’t a eunuch!”
>Pinkie Pie starts to hop around happily.
>Your heart sinks even further as the tyrant enters.
>”I came by to see how you doing my most faithful student.”
>Twilight brightens up as she looks at the tyrant, “Oh, Princess Celestia! I was just finishing up.”
>She turns around and her horn glows. You feel the tube force its way down your throat.
>”Don’t worry, we will keep you alive.”
>The white alicorn looks you over, “Well done student. I want him on display in Canterlot this afternoon.”
>One of the fluffies taps the purple unicorn’s leg, “Fwen haf owchies… nuu eat sketties nu pway…”
>Twilight walks over and looks at the dead fluffy as the others try to hug it better.
>Twilight levitates him up and looks him over.
>”I’m sorry my little fluffies, but he has too many owwies. He can’t eat or play anymore.”
>They all start crying at the loss of their friend.
>Suddenly the pink ones face drops in front of yours again.
>”You are a bad doodle bug! You get the worst punishment!”
>”Pinkie Pie! What are you doing!”
>”Oh its ok Princess, Pinkie is just being Pinkie.”
>The crazy bitch is giving you a blow job!
>”MmmMmmrrphhmmMmmm!” Pinkie mutters.
>The tyrant just shakes her head in confusion.
>Twilight puts the dead fluffy in a box to the wails of his friends.
>Despite your pain you are stimulated by the pink earth pony.
>You try to block it but she is too tenacious at giving you oral pleasure.
>You get closer and closer as she works your member.
>You are about to release when she suddenly stops.
>”That is a good package you got there! Tee hee hee!”
>She turns around and starts to walk away, “Its ok, you can finish yourself off later.”
>She then stops and giggles to herself, “Opps! No! You can’t!”
>Celestia smiles, “Ohhhh Pinkie Pie!”
>The shackles on your front hooves let go and you fall to the ground.
>The fluffies stare at you with tears running down their puffed cheeks.
>Celestia looks down, “Its OK, he can’t hurt you now my little helpers.”
>They let out a cute war cry as they charge you.
>They start to buck and pomf you broken body.
>One raises his tail in front of your face, “Huu huu huuuu! Sowwy poopies! Wahhhh!”
>He fills your ruined eye socket with poop.
>This is your existence now.
>To be paraded around and humiliated by the lowest of vermin while having perpetual blue balls.
>Kept alive by magic and feeding tubes.
>A warning to all who would oppose the tyrant.
>”Bad pone!”, “hewt fwen!”, “Fwuffy stiww wan pway!!!”, “”Make mommeh sad!”, “Gif sowwies! Gif owchies!”
>Of all the fucked up things that could have happened to you you got the most fucked up of them all.
>You were captured by the Princess’s elite.
>The ones who think death is not severe enough of a punishment.
>The crying fluffies intensify their attack as you are drug out of the room.
>You were captured by the elements of harmony…