Charles woke up in the morning, unabated by the vicarious events that had preceded him in the previous night.
His eyes darted around the room, scanning like a hawk for any anomalies.
"What the hell?" he screamed at no one, yet also everyone.
"Shh baby it's okay," a soft voice answered him from the darkness of the night, it's tone sultry and soft.
But Charles was having none of this shit.
"I'm having none of this shit," he said.
He proceeded to get up from the comfortable king size bed, or rather, he attempted to do so...
"That won't do you any good, darling," the voice from the darkness said, to Charles specifically.
It was true. His hands, he quickly discovered, were bound by ropes and chains to the bedposts.
"This seems to be a rather precarious situation to be in, all bound by ropes and chains to the bedposts like this!" he screamed to himself, in a worried fashion.
But suddenly, there was a knock at the door of the house.
"Hello? Charles are you in there? It's me Twilight, I seem to have lost my keys and I can't get in to our house. Can you let me in?"
Charles looked down, and was shocked to find he was wearing, in fact, an absence of pants.
"Oh shit! Wait Twilight I don't have any-"
But it was too late, the door was already wide open and the paltry, pretty, purple mare found herself right in front of him, staring at his muscular half-Spanish half-Estonian form.
"Oh Charles I didn't know your half-Spanish half-Estonian abs were this ripped! I am so sorry I thought I was alone in the house today, I didn't mean to disturb your... peculiar human hobbies or anything."
Charles, however, was having none of her shit.
"I'm having none of your shit, Twi."
He walked up behind her and placed his muscular half-Spanish half-Estonian hands on her sultry hips.
"Charles, please, you know my pony eyes are for your eyes only, but in a month I will be married to another man, one who doesn't speak as weirdly as you do, also you totally have a god complex like seriously and I'm pretty sure you got beaten up in high school cause why else would you want to show up in Equestria in order to freaking take over our government and impose your jack t chick shit like did you really think it was gonna work out after you pulled all that gestapo crap and your delusions of grandeur bullshit??"
But his moves were just 2 smooth.
"Shh baby it's okay," he whispered into her paltry ears which fluttered.
Twilight was excited, yet hesitant, but she couldn't resist him, which I guess technically makes this kinda rapey but not really?
They got down to business and it was super hot and sweaty and hot even though it was difficult cause it was basically bestiality maybe?
But Larry had gotten out of the office early that day and had just gotten into the house when he saw them together, bound by ropes and chains to the bed.
"Charles! How could you do this to my wife you horsefucker??!"
Larry threw a punch at him, but Charles was just 2 fast. They wrestled for what seemed to be years, until at the last moment Charles looked down and saw...
"Blood? Larry what have you done! Your hands are all bloody and red?"
Larry looked at his best friend in the eyes and felt a knot in his throat. The tears were coming, but the pain was unbearable.
Her face in her hoofs, Twilight took Larry by the hand and said, "I... I don't know what to say."
But Larry was sick of this bullshit.
"I am sick of this bullshit!" he screamed at everyone, but really only at himself, "I have been in hiding for too many years... it's true, I did it. I KILLED THE NICE OLD GUY FROM CHAPTER 10 OKAY????"
"HANDS AND OR HOOFS IN THE AIR, THIS IS THE DAMN POLICE!" the damn police said as they burst into the room.
"Charles, the baby, it's your-" but Twilight did not manage to finish her words.
The lovers were cut off by a terrible rain of bullets, that may have destroyed their bodies, but which could never kill... their loev?