Banished From Equestria
Creating the Universe
By Pascal
"It wasn't even Trixie's fault!" Trixie protested. "She tricked me! I didn't know what she was doing!"
"Already the hoof pointing begins. I am disappointed," Celestia said, looking down at two ponies who lay in chains before Her. They stood on Trixie's stage, which would give the crowd an excellent view of Her perfect justice.
Sweetie Belle cried and called for Rarity, while Trixie was trying her best to shift the blame onto the little filly.
"Stop!" a mare yelled.
The crowd parted as Rarity sprinted toward the stage, pursued by Celestia's Imperial guards. They tackled her to the ground and quickly cuffed her.
"Wait, let her come up here," Twilight Sparkle barked.
Rarity was yanked roughly into the air by Twilight's telekinetic grip and levitated onto the stage.
"Do you defy our Lady's infallible justice, wicked sinner?" Twilight asked.
"Please don't kill my sister!" Rarity pleaded. "She's only a child! She thought it was just a harmless prank!"
"Hey! What about Trixie? Trixie is a victim of circumstance!" Trixie yelled, but nobody paid her any mind.
"Fear not, my little ponies. I shall not kill the little filly, nor the entertainer," Celestia said. "For I am infinitely good."
"Oh, thank you, Celestia!" Rarity cried. "You are truly splendid and merciful, oh-"
"Therefore," Celestia continued, interrupting Rarity's praise. "Any act against my holy person is an act of infinite evil. Justice dictates that killing them would not be a sufficient punishment. They must be made to suffer forever."
Celestia's horn glowed, and a magical portal opened in the air. A horrible smell emanated from it, and the ponies could see a hazy, featureless landscape of brown muck that stretched into the horizon
"I was going to make a world of pure fire to burn them forever," Celestia said. "But then I decided that fire is too good for them. They don't deserve to spend an eternity with something so powerful and beautiful. Therefore, I have created a whole dimension which is nothing but bodily waste where they shall live, immortal, for the rest of eternity."
"Celestia, please! She's just a filly!" Rarity begged.
"Justice is blind, little pony," Celestia replied smoothly. "An evil act has been committed, and there must be a punishment."
"Then punish me in her place, oh great Goddess, I beg you!" Rarity cried, prostrating herself before the divine princess.
"No," Celestia answered. "Your task shall be to tell all your friends about what happens to those depraved sinners who seek to defy my holy perfection."
"No! Please! I'm sorry! It was just a joke!" Sweetie Belle howled as she and Trixie were levitated toward the portal.
"Celestia's devine justice is perfect!" Twilight Sparkle announced. "Remember this day well, wicked sinners, and be thankful that She, in Her infinite benevolence, has not decided to destroy your village, for Celestia shall not be mocked, and if your devotion to Her should ever wane, you may someday find yourself in their place!"
***
Sweetie Belle stumbled and collapsed into the swamp. Her legs were thin and emaciated from starvation, but her belly was bloated with worms. Ticks and maggots crawled through what was left of her mane, and her eyes were almost swollen shut from infection. Most of her fur had fallen away long ago, exposing her pink hide, which was covered in open sores that weeped sickly yellow pus.
"N-no!" Trixie choked. "You have to keep moving! There has to be some way out! There . . . there has to…"
Trixie was overcome by a coughing fit. She hacked up a gigantic glob of black phlegm filled with parasites onto the swampy ground.
Neither of them were recognizable as ponies anymore. The days of trudging through the filthy swamp had turned them into wretched masses of sickness. Each day they degenerated more and more as parasites and bacteria multiplied in their bodies, but there was no release. They had tried to take their own lives in every way they could think of, but their efforts were no more effective than the diseases that would have killed normal ponies long ago. They were immortal.
Sweetie Belle cried feebly as she lay in the muck.
"Even if there was a way out, we wouldn't be able to see it. I give up. Just leave me here."
"I don't want to be alone!" Trixie begged, nudging the little filly forward with her snout, which had been mercifully plugged with mucous by the sickness.
Sweetie Belle didn't move. She just lay in the puddle of filth.
Trixie slumped down beside her, holding the little filly close to her chest.
"She'll come back for us," Trixie said, stroking Sweetie Belle's head. "She won't leave us here forever. She'll come back."
Trixie started describing how this was nothing more than a prison sentence, and that Celestia would eventually return to set them free. She talked for hours, and the story changed constantly. First, it was Celestia releasing them, then it was about the Equestrians rising up to overthrow their wicked Goddess.
After a few days, Sweetie Belle joined in. They made stories of ponies living far away in an imaginary world. At first it was simple. There was Star Song the bard, and her best friend Dazzle the magician, who lived in the quaint little town of Ponyville with their friends. They chatted, had tea, made friends, got married, had children, grew old, and finally were laid to rest. Then, there were the stories of their children, and their children's children, and there were the stories of other ponies. Some were tragic, and some comical. Some exciting, and some quiet. Some focussed on the movements of great empires, while others were about the personal struggles of single ponies.
Towering fungus trees grew around Trixie and Sweetie Belle as they told their stories to each other, but they were lost in their fantasies and forgot the world around them.
The stories grew more elaborate as time went on. They began to tell tales of daring heroes and wicked tyrants. There was Forthright, mighty knight of Canterlot, and his lover, Dream Weaver the legendary sorceress.
The Ancient Ones, cruel, fallen kings from forgotten times, rose from their cold tombs to rule the world once more. Forthright and Dream Weaver embarked on many quests, meeting friends and outwitting enemies at every turn, facing great peril but always thwarting the Ancient Ones' evil schemes.
They were heroes, exalted by millions, loved by all.
"Trixie, I love you," Sweetie Belle mumbled, breaking fantasy for the first time in eons.
"I love you too, Sweetie Belle," Trixie replied.
"Do not stop, great ones," said a third voice.
Trixie and Sweetie Belle jumped. They pried their infected eyes opened and looked blearily around them.
They were surrounded by a ring of large, pony-sized worms, which lay expectantly, staring at them with reverent eyes.
"Who are you?" Trixie croaked.
"We are your students, wise Princess Trixie," answered the worm who had spoken. "I am the mayor of Wormville. We come every day to bask in the glory of your visions."
"How long have you been doing this?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"I have listened to you for my whole life," the worm answered. "My tribe has lived around you for generations, protecting you from the violent barbarians and beasts of the swamp, for you gave life to us, and gifted us with the secrets of language."
"They must have evolved from the parasites in our intestines," Sweetie Belle said in awe. "We must have been here for millions of years!"
"Why are we here?" Trixie asked.
"I don't remember," Sweetie confessed. "It's been so long."
"We apologize for interrupting your meditation, Princesses," the mayor of Wormville said, humbly backing away. "We hope you will forgive us for breaking your eternal meditations and still bless us before the battle."
"Battle? What battle?" Trixie asked.
"Chief Bloodshed, lord of the swamp barbarians, has sent emissaries to our village. They have told us to surrender and become their slaves, or they will destroy us once and for all."
Trixie and Sweetie Belle exchanged a quick glance.
"I think I know why we're here, Trixie."
***
Chief Bloodshed was a worm of considerable size. He rode up to the gates of the village on a gigantic swamp beetle the size of a house, which towered over the worms, and was followed by twenty of his most fearsome warriors.
"I have offered to grant you mercy and let you serve me, but you have foolishly chosen to defy me!" he roared. "My generosity has reached its end! I will kill you all and cook your eggs for a feast!"
Trixie, Sweetie Belle, and the mayor crouched behind a barrel, observing the attackers.
"All is lost!" cried the mayor. "The giant beetle is a beast of unstoppable destruction! We cannot hope to defeat the barbarians! They will kill us all!"
"Trixie, this is just like that time when Forthright and Dream Weaver were attacked by that giant alligator," Sweetie whispered.
"Yes, I remember," Trixie replied. "Let's do what they did. Don't worry, worms. We have a plan."
Sweetie and Trixie lurched their diseased bodies out of cover and faced down the barbarian king.
"This viliage is under the protection of the Great and Powerful Trixie and Sweetie Belle, who is also Great and Powerful! Leave if you value your worthless hide, savage!" Trixie shouted.
"So these are the so called 'goddesses' of the village!" Bloodshed sneered. "You don't look like much to me!"
"If you doubt our powers, Chief Bloodshed, then we shall demonstrate them to you. We shall fight your beast!" Sweetie replied.
Bloodshed laughed.
"Very well then! Let all see the might of my giant beetle!"
Bloodshed urged his mount forward, and with one giant bite, it swallowed Trixie and Sweetie Belle whole.
"Ha!" Bloodshed shouted. "Where are your Princesses now? They have fallen, just like the rest of your pitiful viliage will!"
Once inside the beast, Trixie and Sweetie Belle began stabbing it ruthlessly with their horns.
The beetle roared with pain and fell, sending Chief Bloodshed flying. He landed ungracefully in a pool of mud as Trixie and Sweetie strode triumphantly from the beetle's mouth.
"We're immortal," they announced. "Still want to fight?"
Bloodshed and his men fled screaming into the swampy forest.
***
The swamp barbarians were soon conquered, and Trixie and Sweetie Belle's empire grew quickly.
They deposed the wicked Spider Lords from their thrones, and freed thousands of slaves that had toiled in their nightmarish labyrinths. They lead a party of brave worms to slay the great centipede of Death Mountain which had terrorized the roly-poly bugs of the valley for generations. They ended the centuries-long war between the wasps and the flies of the East, negotiating a peace that would last forever. All flocked to the Princesses' banner, and soon the whole world was united under them. There followed a golden age of peace and prosperity for all living things.
After years of study and experimentation, Trixie learned to harness the power of the sun, and used its warmth to bless the world's agriculture with unheard of bounty, and Sweetie created the moon and stars to bring wonder and beauty to the night.
"Trixie," Princess Sweetie Belle said one sunny day in the gorgeous capital city of Cancerlot. "I've been wracking my brain, and I can't seem to remember where we came from. Do you remember?"
"I think we've always been here, Sweetie," Princess Trixie replied. "We are goddesses, after all. Obviously we created the universe."
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This...
Fuck, my brain cannot even find right words to describe this. Using such simple setting to show the incredible concept.
I applaud you, this is the best fanfiction on this godforsaken site.
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I was going to write some poopy diaper fetish foalcon with Nyx to troll everyone, but I decided on this instead, since I'd never tried to write anything without buckets of blood and semen in it.
Even though this is kind of similar to one of my other stories, I still thought this was good.
1580499 Seriously? As much as I liked your other stories, especially Immaculate Sin, this is on completely different level. I am not sure it this was what you were aiming for at the beginning, but...
Hell, i really like it. Shows a incredibly interesting approach to godhood, actually makes me think of one of my many theories, where there could be infinite gods that were created by even higher gods, and so on... A kind of layered universe.
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I've always been a fan of taking things to their extreme, such as stories where the characters travel to the end of the universe, live for billions of years, etc.
This story was sort of inspired by Mormonism, where if you're good and white enough, you get to be the god of your own planet after you die and have sex with hundreds of wives, which sounds a lot better than the conventional Christian heaven, at least to me. I pity the poor bastards who'll have to live on Planet Romney, though.
1580587 Do you get a random planed distributed by some form of higher existence?
Also, if you are god of a world, at least in its envinroment, you are omnipotent. You could get rid of any Romneys and transform them into hot tanned chicks in bikinis.
(but then again, I am not sure how would you feel during the massive orgy with the knowledge that you are essentially fucking late Romneys)
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I'm not as well read on Mormonism as I am on other religions, but I assume it would probably be against the rules to turn people into sexy chicks because Mormons are supposed to only have sex with conservatively dressed underage girls.
(Ok, since this is a teen-rated story, and all, let me point out that this comment is just a joke. I don't really think that all Mormons are pedophiles.)
1580628 A few a-little-more-clever guys could get together and overwrite the god to allow them to screw with whoever they want.
Can you bang a god? Is there a fetish for that?
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Theophillia? It'd probably all be immaculate, so it doesn't sound like much fun. Unless you're talking about Aphrodite.
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Mmm. Look at that tiny spot of T-rated side-boob. That could be shown on television!
1580684 Greece is probably all over it.
I would call this T-sized boob.
Also, it appears we are forgetting someone.
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Ah, yes. The pony butt-ass. I was forgetting.
Also, just a out of curiosity, have you clopped to any of my stories? I'd honestly like to know if you have.
1580716 I have to admit I clopped to MLS and was getting aroused few times during reading damn ponies.
But then again, I cannot be considered as a reliable source of statistics.
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A lot of people would be creeped out by that kind of thing, but for some reason I think it's kind of awesome that I've inspired that.
1580754 I consider fiction such as "Cheerilee's Garden" far more stimulating than normal vanilla clopfics.
I do not even remember last time I actually fapped to something that could be considered "normal" in porn standards.
1580766
That's why we love you, Zel.
devotion to Her.
Other than that, I liked it. It was a nice example of infinite recursion.
Plus, the idea that everything comes from shit and goes back to it.
1580766
You need to do a blog post or something about the things you consider arousing. It would be most interesting.
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Thanks for the catch, Fiddle!
1580766
Yes, you should. I would so read that.
1580941 This is actually pretty good idea. I shall spend next week preparing the list.
Is it me, or does that blue pony look like it has it's sex face on?
I kind of like this. It's quite sick in its descriptions, but not to the point where I think the author is doing it for laughs. It's bizarre and disturbing, but also intriguing. Thumbs up from me.
Holy fuck this was magnificent, you don't do things by half do you Pascal?
1584062 This has to become featured, one way or another. And I am going to fucking make this happen.
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Wow, I'm glad you guys are liking this so much. It warms my cold, black, atheist heart. I'm kind of surprised, actually. I actually thought the idea was a bit cliche, maybe because I think about these kinds of scenarios so often.
I think I got kind of screwed for exposure, since it went online at around 2 am and quickly passed by, I didn't give it an image (thought I'd have more time to cook one up), and it's not a video game crossover with human on horse bestiality action featuring Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.
That's not really what I'm worried about, though. It was fun to write, and a few people got a kick out of it.
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I certainly did.
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Replace Nyx with Scootaloo and you have my fanfic. Also sorry bout that, I've wrote 6000 words of filly torture and scat, but I've fallen to procrastination once more. Expect it finished once it reaches around 8,000-11,000.
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Ironically, they way you write scat is a perfect metaphor for constipation.
1584112 A lack of image could indeed have been the reason behind the lack of hits, I myself immediately skip any story that does not have a cover myself. I am such a shitty reader.
Also, I have been meaning to ask you, what do you make these
abominationsdrawings in? I am quite interested.1584143
First, I draw everything out on paper, then I scan it (or just take a picture with my phone, since I'm lazy) and put it into an older version of photoshop, since buying the newest one is some obscenely expensive price like $3000.
I make separate layers for all the shapes, so it's easier to edit what I want or fix mistakes. I like to paint with a brush at around 10-20% opacity, and build up tones with several strokes. It's pretty fun.
For some reason, I really enjoy making ugly things. I don't know why. When I see something that's really ugly, I start giggling uncontrollably. Maybe it's the same reason I like all those fics about rape and torture. They're so stupid, terrible, and offensive that the sheer wrongness makes me laugh.
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Why not just draw it normally with tablet directly on PC?
Also, SAI is better and almost free... Well, completely free if you use less mainstream medium //dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/Trixie_lolface_1.png
Or download GIMP. I have Photoshop CS6 myself and cannot do anything in it, except for some fucking around.
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Don't have a tablet, and I just kind of like having the paper in my hand. I'll probably get a tablet eventually, but they aren't so useful that I just have to get one.
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...
I can barely draw, and yet I bought it, you can even get a decent one for about 30$.
Not to mention paper lacks the great and powerful Ctrl+Z.
Pascal, that was fantastic. I don't want to know how you came up with the idea, but it's decidedly brilliant. BRILLIANT.
I mean, I understand it's for the TCC's Mindfuckery, but... wow. It's positively grotesque yet endearingly beautiful - it defies and redefines a poetic renaissance that I'd never thought existed.
All you bugs astonish me.
One thing: The cover art does not disappoint //dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/Sweetie_Belle_lolface.png
This is... this is...
Trixie and Sweetie Belle, Unicorn goddesses. That's just.... weird.
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wait, you paint these on paper? I could have sworn they'd be digital.
vat?
Pascal, you magnificent bastard.
It all makes sense now.
After reading this and (somehow) making sense of it, I just have one question.
What the buck did they do? It obviously involved Celestia, but she certainly didn't seem to be hurt. I want to know what happened!
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They blasphemed Her holiness! Sinners deserve no mercy!
This story was written for a contest in a group where the prompt was "unfinished stories." Basically, we had to write a story but leave out the beginning, the middle, or the end. What really happened is best left to your imagination. The following is the original idea I was working with, but I don't consider it "cannon" with the story.
The story begins with Sweetie Belle encountering Spike outside the library. Twilight had kicked him out for giggling to loudly. When Sweetie asks him what's so funny, he shows her a book he found while cleaning: It's a book of "Copromancy," which is poo magic. Reading it, Sweetie Belle learns forbidden rituals to make people shit themselves. I think you can probably see where this is going.
It just so happens that the Princess is in town observing one of Trixie's magic shows. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle runs onstage and cast her spell. Celestia's ass explodes like a brown volcano, spraying shit everywhere. This makes Her very upset.
If eternal damnation for a little filly seems a bit excessive for a messy, but ultimately harmless prank, remember that in the context of this story, Celestia is more of a goddess than the loving monarch/sorceress/thing of the show, and therefor is more concerned with being endlessly worshipped and torturing those who anger Her than with caring for Her people, so an eternity of shit and only lashing out at one innocent bystander is actually pretty merciful by Her standards.
Well, I'm not going to lie: The opening was pretty hard to read the way it played fast and loose with the characters and then just jumped into the realm of the disgusting for no obvious reason.
But the ending was good and raised some interesting questions about the nature of the pony sisters.
The intro needs to be more descriptive In what place the ponies are in. The rest of the story is ok.
That was fucked up.... But wowww... But fucked up, and a tinge melancholic. You get a moustache.
Wow.
I WANT TO SEE CELESTIA GET HER JUST DESSERTS !!!!!! I WANT THEM TO RETURN ONE DAY, AND EXACT A TERRIBLE VENGENCE ON TROLLESTIA !!!!! SHE DESERVES IT TO INFINITY !!!!!
This was very imaginative to say the least. I wonder if trollestia will be surprised if she ever visits to see how they are getting on. They can banish her in return, to an even more horrible existence than theirs'. Vengence can be sweet !!!
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Well, they did end up as supreme goddesses of their own planet, so perhaps it was all worth it. Then again, they might someday become . . . uh . . . Trollxie and Sweetroll? Then banish one of their buggy ponies, and the cycle can begin all over again. Maybe that's where Chrysalis came from. Makes you wonder.
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Even better, what if Sweetie Belle is Chrysalis, I have my suspicions that the crown on her head is made of enoki mushrooms.
Oh my god, I've been trying to find this story for literally years! I read it around the time I first signed up on FIMFiction, and then I could never find it again, and I was so sad because it's amazing. Thank you, Pascal, for making this. Thank you so much.
There is a special level of hell for people like you for writing this. But there's worse for people like me who loved it.
Yup. We're doomed.
C a n c e r l o t
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