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// Purity First 
// Story: Princess Celestia's New Creed 
// by S. K. RyDer 
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“Today’s the day!” Pinkie Pie was, as usual, singing to herself. After all, this was the day that the two sisters were to put aside their differences, and be as one again.
“OH! The Equinox! The Equinox! No more sister-sister Paradox! They’ll be friends again, they’ll love each other again! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH--”
“Ready to go Pinkamena?” The earth pony turned, seeing Skorpeon right outside SugarCube Corner’s door.
“Gimme a second Skor!” She said, pulling a pink satchel onto her hips. “I still need a few more things for the road!”
Skorpeon nodded, going beyond her range of vision. Pinkie Pie looked at her pink cannon that shot the party equipment from it. She shook her head. Too bulky this trip. She WOULD just use her hammer space emulator, but not today.
“Wait up guys!” Pinkie Pie dove out the door, bouncing to the sides of her friends.
“Typical Pinkie.” The violet Unicorn muttered, trying to restrain herself from going into “Pinkie Mode”.
“Y’all hear about these here new law thingies they’re gonna be talkin’ about?” Apple Jack’s little sister was riding on the elder’s back, “There should be a law against Cutie Marks not shown’ up!”
“Hold yer fillies,” Apple Jack chuckled, “’member what we keep tellin’ ya; it’ll come in due 
tahm.”
Applebloom made a sound similar to a tuba, resting her face on her hooves.
“I don’t know about you,” Rarity sighed, “But I think it will be an absolute DREAM to return to Canterlot. The fine dining, the entourage, Fancy Pants.”
“The Blue Bloods.” Skorpeon snorted, “Never did like those people.”
“But Skorpeon, you said you came from Britain?”
“I’m of British decent.” He corrected, bouncing the cyan satchel on his shoulder, “I’m British until my maternal grandmother. I grew up in Canada.”
“And how posh are they?” The tiny white Unicorn piped up, “Really posh, or not so much?”
“Think of it this way: Canada has people slaughtering pigs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all meals in-between.” He chuckled, “Not saying they’re bad, though.”
“Dad, come on.” Miles, though you couldn’t see behind the goggles he wore, rolled his eyes, “Just because Fluttershy’s not around…”
“What?” Skorpeon looked at his son, “Can’t say anything about Bacon?”
“Personally, I think it’s barbaric.” Miles said, brushing his bangs form his goggles.
“Yeah, now you do when you’re in love with Equestria’s most timid pony.”
“And proud of it, pops.” Miles said, breaking away from the group to head to a small house by the edge of a forest.
Skorpeon led the rest to his cabin, he still had two things to grab:
“Dashie? Scoots?” He opened the door, looking for his Marefriend and student.
“In here!” A voice called from the far bedroom, to which Skorpeon followed.
“You two ready?” Skorpeon asked, cracking the door open a moment later. 
“Yeah, give us just one more sec.” Rainbow Dash had tied her hair back in a small ponytail, weaving a few flowers into her rainbow-colored mane. 
The orange Pegasus at her hooves yelped as Rainbow Dash’s brush clipped her scalp.
“There. Let’s go.” Rainbow Dash tossed the brush over her shoulder, helping Scootaloo up off the bed. 
Skorpeon held the door open, placing his paw on Dash’s shoulder as the three walked back outside. 
“Shall we go now?” Miles asked, yellow Pegasus and white rabbit in tow, “I think the Eclipse will happen before we even leave now.”
“Whatev’s little man.” Skorpeon chuckled, slinging another satchel onto his silver shoulder. 
“Alright, we have all thirteen of us, we’ve got our equipment, so let’s go!” Twilight, Spike, Rarity, and Sweetie Belle took the lead, Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, Fluttershy, Angel, Skorpeon, and Miles behind them, with the three Earth Ponies behind. 
“So, what are these new creeds we were told about going to be, do you think?” Rainbow Dash asked after a moment of silence as the foxes and ponies walked the path to Canterlot.
Skorpeon, Pinkie Pie and Apple Jack looked at each other, “Uh, there’s one on, um…” Pinkie Pie tried to think of something, “Inflagration, was it called?”
“Ugh, never mind.” Rainbow Dash climbed onto Skorpeon’s back, wrapping her wings around his body, “Just wake me when we get there.” Skorpeon chuckled, successfully stopping the memories that were trying to shove their way through.
They walked the good thirty-seven miles to Canterlot just before Luna’s moon rose. The Equinox was the next day, allowing Twilight and Spike to go to her old library-house to grab a few things for the Princesses. 
The rest of the ponies made their way to the Shining Hooves Hotel to get their room claimed. Twilight and Spike had to accept Celestia’s help to get room there. Almost all of Equestria was attending the first Equinox in a thousand years, naturally making all the hotels’ managers break out the “No Vacancy” signs for the first time in Celestia know how long. 
Skorpeon, donning his “Skorpony” disguise, trotted to the counter, “Room for thirteen, reserved for Twilight Sparkle and Company?”
The deskcolt looked at Skorpeon, “And is Miss Sparkle present?”
Skorpony shook his head, “She’s off doing business, here.” He pulled  a piece of parchment from Rainbow Dash’s satchel, placing it on the desk. 
The deskcolt levitated it in his aura, reading what it said. He muttered something about tubas, then handed Skorpony three keys.
“Your rooms are on the fifth floor, fifteen through seventeen.” The deskcolt waved a hoof, as if to get Skorpony away as quick as possible.
“Hookay.” Skorpony led the way to the fifth floor, opening the three doors they were assigned to. 
They were quite similar, the couches were positioned in the very center of the room, the drapes were open almost perfectly half-way, the suede-colored carpet looked as if it was replaced after every use. 
“Oah.” Rarity sighed, entranced by the noble sight. “How marvelous.”
Apple Jack rolled her eyes, “Now Rarity, jus because we’re stayin’ in Silver Hooves, don’t mean that we’re--”
She was cut off as AppleBloom and Scootaloo dove right over her, the Crusaders bolting straight for the large bed. 
Rarity was horrified as the three fillies rumpled the way the sheets were perfectly folded on the bed, turning it into a massive mess. 
“Girls!” She hollered, trying to get them under control. “GIRLS!”
Skorpeon and Miles suppressed a laugh, claiming the room as far away from the Crusaders.
AppleJack and Pinkie Pie took the center room, settling right into the comfort of the feather-filled beds. 
It had been a long day of walking; a good ten hours. Skorpeon laid Rainbow Dash onto the bed against the wall, brushing her mane from her eyes. He looked at how beautiful the young Pegasus slept, comparable to Mei Ling.
“Hey Dad.” Miles was looking out the window, “What’s that?”
Skorpeon looked at what Miles was pointing at; “Canterlot Castle. That’s where Celestia lives.”
“Typical.” Miles said, closing the curtains, “The leader lives in an Ivory Tower. I should have figured.”
“Fitting for her tyrannical leadership these days.” Skorpeon growled in RyDeresse.
“You okay dad?”
“No. Not really.” Skorpeon sat on the edge of the bed, waving his wand over Dash’s ears, “Princess Celestia wants to lay some new laws down, as well as modify others. A few I understand. One I hate with a deep, loathing passion.”
“And we’re Conversing, why?” Miles asked, unlatching his goggles.
“We’re Conversing, because of one of her new creeds. I’ve been going to the conferences and tried hard to appease to the court against this.”
Miles cocked his head, “Something wrong with it?”
Skorpeon nodded, “I am legally gagged until after the Equinox tomorrow. But I will say this; what Celestia wants to do will shatter the rights that DisQord actually placed for them.”
Miles nodded, eyes half open. The door opened, showing Fluttershy, Spike, and Twilight. 
“Hey Miles.” Fluttershy walked to the silver fox.
“Have fun Shy?” Miles placed an arm around her as she jumped up on the bed next to her fox. 
“Oh yes. Twilight introduced me to the caretaker there. He’s quite charming for a Unicorn.”
Miles nodded, placing his cheek on her mane. 
Skorpeon failed to suppress a smile; Miles and Fluttershy were actually a pretty good picture together. 
“We’ll leave you four to your room.” Twilight backed out, almost slamming the door as she dove for the room across the hall.
Skorpeon looked at Miles and Fluttershy, “Maybe we should get to sleep.” Skorpeon said, “When’s the Equinox?”
“Seven, I think.” Fluttershy said, “It’s at seven?”
Skorpeon muttered something, burying his face in his paws. He laid down next to Rainbow Dash, trying to not think about the impending failure he could experience in a few hours’ time.


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The six ponies, three fillies, two foxes, lone dragon, and Angel, were sitting on the rooftop almost directly behind the podium where Princess Celestia would give her creeds. 
They were talking between themselves, save for Skorpeon. He was brooding over the conference a mere ten minutes prior.
I failed. he told Moony, I failed the conference.
You tried your best Skor. she was being sympathetic. Why couldn’t Celestia either. But you know my sister. Someone tries to disagree with her, and she’ll send them to the moon for a millennium.
And they say DisQord was the tyrant.
The two’s link was broken when the fanfare went off. Skorpeon clenched his fist, trying not to pounce just yet. 
“Pegasisters!” Princess Luna was using the Canterlot Voice so they could all hear, “Bronies! Welcome, to the first Equinox in a thousand years!”
“A thousand years of disagreements!” Princess Celestia took her turn, “A thousand years of the past. For the first time since Nightmare Moon’s reign, we will stand united! Ready sister?”
The two Alicorns took their positions, horns glowing their respective violet and azure. 
The moon rose behind Princess Celestia, casting a white glow on the spectators. Luna flew above Celestia, the sun rising along with her. The two sisters rose as one, the sun positioned itself behind the moon as the two sisters mirrored their responsibilities for that one moment. 
After a moment, the Alicorns let go, the moon falling back to its position.
“There are a few creeds and laws that are to be placed, though.” Princess Luna shot a dirty look at her sister.
“Here we go.” Skorpeon threw the cloak on, placed the hood over his eyes, then took off over the rooftops. He positioned himself right behind Celestia, giving his wrist an experimental flick.


“…And finally!” Celestia took over again, Skorpeon’s rage not allowing him to hear what she was saying.
Luna shook her head, “Of which I do not agree with sister.” She said. That was the word. Skorpeon flicked his right arm, grabbed the wire, and slid.
“AHKEYAAHHHH!” He flicked his left arm, positioning it to hit Celestia right between her shoulder blades. 
Skorpeon was within blade’s reach when it happened; Celestia was knocked out of the way as a burly guard knocked her to the ground. 
The guard screamed as the blade sunk into his chest. Skorpeon cursed as Celestia’s hoof connected with his head.

Skorpeon shook his head, that wouldn’t work. He flicked his right wrist, “You win this round Celestia.” He slowly walked back to the ponies.
“Apple Jack, Pinkie Pie. I’m sorry. I tried.”
The two Earth ponies hung their head as Princess Celestia’s words hit them.
“Earth Pony Segregation will be RECOMMENDED. Actually, after today, Earth Ponies will be considered Low-Life. Starting today, anypony who manages to capture an Earth Pony will be rewarded.”
There was an outcry as Ponies protested to this news.
“What?” Twilight shrieked, “They can’t get away with this!”
“Twilight, Celestia herself passed the creed. There’s nothing we can do.”
Skorpeon looked at Apple Jack and Pinkie Pie. “I tried my best. Their minds wouldn’t be changed.”
The Royal Guards were rounding up the various ponies in the audience, seeing the Earth Ponies captured like the Twi’lek were back on Coruscant.
Skorpeon sighed, throwing his Invisibility cloak over the two earth ponies on the roof. The Bearers, Crusaders, and Miles dove off the roof, leaving Skorpeon alone to try an combat the guards rounding up the Earth Ponies that were too slow to—
“VYNIL!!” He heard a familiar voice call, his instincts kicked in.
He dove off the roof, using the device hidden in his right sleeve to catapult himself over a Royal Guard. He ran to where a pale white Unicorn was protecting a grey Earth Pony. 
“Leave her alone!” the Electric blue hair was shaking, tears forming in her blood-red eyes, “What did we do?!”
“You guys weren’t born with wings or Magic!” Skorpeon leapt over one guard, planting a kick to the other. “Come on!” He grabbed Octavia, slinging her onto his back. The three ran through the chaos.
“RyDer!” Skorpeon made the mistake of turning around; Princess Celestia was aiming a blue orb of energy at him. Before he could do anything, a guard grabbed Skorpeon’s arms, the other taking Octavia from his back.
“Vinyl!” She tried to fight the magic encasing  her, fear for both her life and the life of her unborn foal showing in her eyes.
“Octavia!”  Her horn glowed, and a small hole formed in Celestia’s magic. Skorpeon saw a fluid motion from the corner of his eye, the sound of hoof striking horn, and Vinyl Scratch crying out in pain as her horn clattered to the ground. 
Skorpeon’s vision clouded over with rage, “Force.” He muttered, “PUSH!” Celestia was knocked to the ground as the energy hit her, Skorpeon diving on top of her. 
“Guards!” She cried, trying to get the fox off of her. 
Skorpeon looked into the blue eyes of Celestia, “You aren’t getting away with this as long as I’m alive.” Skorpeon growled, flicking his left wrist. 
“GUARDS!!” She shrieked. Skorpeon slapped her.
“SHUT UP!” Skorpeon brought his paw back, ready to attack. He felt something hit the back of his head. 
Skorpeon hit the ground with a pronounced thud, blood pooling under his head. 
“Let’s go.” Celestia panted, “Leave him. He can’t do anything.”
The three guards followed Celestia, levitating the crying Earth Pony between them. 


Skorpeon groaned; the back of his head was pressed under a building. 
“…tried to save her, but the guards wouldn’t allow it.” He heard somepony sobbing.
He opened his eyes, trying to make sense of what happened. 
“Spike.” He heard Twilight speak up.
He sat up, causing the DJ to jump into the roof, “Sorry Vinyl.”
Twilight looked at Skorpeon, “Spike, take a letter.” 
He heard Spike mutter something, pulling a quill and paper towards himself, “Shoot.”

 Dear Princess Celestia,
Due to this new “creed” you are laying out, I must say that I cannot support you.
You are taking the rights and liberties of Earth Ponies all over Equestria away as if
they were nothing more than typical animal straight from the Everfree Forest. 
You are taking the rights of ponies away from them. 
Half the friends I made in Ponyville are Earth ponies, and you’ve been sweeping
them away as if the fact they were born without wings or magic is a bad thing.
I have to say, I do not want to continue under the tutelage of a leader who’s taking
my friends from me.

Twilight Sparkle. 

Everyone looked at Twilight, who had tears streaming in her eyes. 
“She’s enslaving Earth Ponies,” she whispered, “I don’t want to look up to somepony that’s that cruel.”
Spike sent the letter off, then walked over to Twilight. “It’ll be okay Twi. I’m pretty sure that she won’t care about Pinkie and Apple Jack.”
Suddenly, there was a loud crash next door, followed by some screaming.
“Apple Jack!” Twilight rushed out the door, only to be impeded by a Guard.
“This hall is off limits to unauthorized--” his sentence was cut off as there was another crash: Skorpeon slamming his way through the wall.
“LEAVE THEM THE BUCK ALONE!” Skorpeon roared. He flicked his wrist, slamming his paw on a guard’s chest. 
The guard roared in pain as Skorpeon thrust his paw towards the ground, the Unicorn collapsing in a pool of blood.
Another guard ensnared Skorpeon in a green aura as two other grabbed Pinkie Pie and Apple Jack.
“Let us go!” Pinkie Pie tried to break the energy holding her t-posed in the air, “We are the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony!”
“Let me go!” Apple Jack managed to free her left forelock, planting it right in the unsuspecting guard’s crotch. The guard crumpled, dropping Skorpeon and Applejack. Together the two knocked the third to the floor, Skorpeon recognized him;
“This is for Vincenza.” He pulled his knife from its sheath and swung it right into the base of his horn.
The guard roared as he felt the horn break off, and then felt something connect with his chest.
“Girls!” Skorpeon sensed more coming, “Over here!” He grabbed Pinkie Pie around the wait, grabbed Apple Jack’s hoof, “Rainbow Dash! Hiert dehn sengza!”
He spun, Apple Jack and Pinkie Pie in tow through the rubber tube. They landed in Skorpeon’s cabin with a wood-creaking thud. The three of them were breathing heavily. 
He heard a small discharge of air as Rainbow Dash teleported with everypony else.
“Everyone alright?” he called, “We got them all?”
“Everyone’s here dad.” Miles was still holding Fluttershy on his back, daring anyone to get close.
Apple Bloom was shaking, “Where—where are the guards?”
Skorpeon looked at her, “Hopefully, nowhere near here.” 
The ponies visually relaxed, but they still moved with great caution; as if any moment, there would be the great white flash of a Unicorn teleporting, and the skirmish would begin again.
Skorpeon finally looked at what he was clutching in his paw; the unicorn’s horn. 
Guess I don’t need to worry about Hermoine getting me some for a while now. he thought grimly.
“Skorpeon?” He turned to the young Jockey, “Is there any way to--”
“There is one.” He slipped the Guard’s horn in his pocket, “Let me see.” He took her horn from her, realigning it to the shattered stump. There were bits missing. The bits that were probably strewn on the Canterlot streets by now. 
“Vulnera Maxima” he whispered. The horn reattached itself, then the missing patches healed over.
“You may still have you Magic, you may not. The only other time I—Ah fuck.”
Skorpeon’s gaze had wandered from Vinyl Scratch’s horn to the window. He saw a patch of white fur and a glimmer of gold.
“They’re here.” He sensed them coming up fast. Too fast to hide Pinkie Pie or Apple Jack.
He swung his whole arm, knocking the ponies from his couch, then the couch slammed against the door. He swung again, and the couch landed with a resounding CRASH!
Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, AppleBloom, and Rarity picked themselves off the floor, appalled by the sudden change of Skorpeon’s mood.
“Skorpeon RyDer!” They heard Princess Celestia’s voice resonating from the very walls. “Open the door and hand the Dirt Ponies over!”
Skorpeon looked out through his bangs, his eyes glowing black, “And that’s actually Celestia. There’s nothing pointing away from an imposter like AyJay’s. FUCK YOU CELESTIA!”
He pulled a black-and-yellow device from his cloak, pulling a chain four times. The devices started crying like an angry bee as he positioned himself behind the door.
“Girls: Hide.” He jumped, planting a fist into the ceiling and hoisting himself up-side-down on the ceiling.
He growled, the hood of his cloak coming over his eyes. He held the chainsaw at the ready. The ponies ran into Mile’s workshop.
The couch became encased in a blue glow, then rose a fraction of an inch.
Skorpeon narrowed his eye, waiting for somepony to show their head.
The couch flew across the room, knocking a nice hole in the wall. Skorpeon tensed, releasing his grip on the ceiling a fraction.
A guard kicked the door down, levitating a t-shaped piece of metal. He was wearing a black uniform. 
Skorpeon let him pass. Celestia followed. Skorpeon let go, kicking the Chainsaw back to life;
“Armstrong McGyver Farnsworth!” He brought the roaring machine into Celestia’s back, almost savoring the blood that hit him as the weapon ripped the Sun Princess inside out. 
He felt Celestia’s breathing stop. He heard her heart stop beating as the blood ran clear.
“Adios Mother Fu--” His taunt was cut off as he felt another beam of magic ensnare him.
“You failed RyDer.” The real princess barged her way in, her eyes narrowed into small slits. “You think I’m going to just waltz right into someone’s house that I know has the capabilities of killing? No. That’s why I gave her a potion to make her look like me. Look, look, its wearing off!”
Skorpeon was forced to watch as the dead Alicorn shimmered, the illusion wearing off. 
The white fur turned purple, waving mane shrinking into a small pink one. The horn and Wings vanished, revealing three smiling flowers on her flank.
Skorpeon bared his teeth, his animal instincts kicking in. He barked at Celestia, tyring to fight her magic.
“You can’t touch me. Now, where are the Dirt Ponies?” She looked right at the steel door that marked Miles’ workshop. Without warning, she sent a ball of energy towards it. 
There was a massive crash and a yell of pain as the steel door fell inwards. Celestia and her lone guard walked in, releasing their hold on Skorpeon. 
Skorpeon dove right for the pony that was laying on the floor. There was shock forever frozen on her face. Skorpeon Stared, trying to find her soul. He cursed Celestia. He killed an innocent pony. 
“Force!” Skorpeon jumped up at Celestia’s voice, running right for her. “PUSH!”
Celestia spun; an invisible barrier encased her, the energy going right around her. Another moment later and Skorpeon was caught in her magic again.
She looked at Skorpeon, her magenta eyes glowing, “You, RyDer, are committing treason to the crown of Equestria. I would lock you up for the rest of time, but I do owe you for saving Luna’s life.”
Skorpeon glared at the Sun Princess, “Then forget about you ‘Purity First’ crap. Earth Ponies are just  as useful as either Pegasi and Unicorns. As I said this morning, as I said weeks ago.”
Celestia glared right back at him, “I was meaning that you will not be jailed. Yet.” 
She levitated the three Earth Ponies, struggling against their bonds. She made it halfway to the door before Apple Jack got her right hoof loose. She knocked her beloved Stetson off her head, catching it in her mouth.
“Skorpeon!” She said as best she could, She flung the hat across the room, ringing it neatly on Skorpeon’s head, “Always remember us! NEVER FORGET!”
There was a flash of light that left a small cloud of dust. Skorpeon fell to the ground, Apple Jack’s hat following.
He stayed in that position a moment, on his paws and knees. It had been almost a month since they got the real Apple Jack back. He had promised to protect them. He failed. They were now considered Equestrian Slaves.

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“All rise!” the Unicorn wearing the powdered wig was leading again, “Princess Celestia of the Sun and Princess Luna of the Moon residing.”
Skorpeon stood, mainly for Luna’s respect. These conferences were getting more and more on his nerves with this new 	“Purity First” creed. He was trying his best to sway them. No dice.
“Sit.” Celestia commanded, taking her side of the podium. “This will be the final conference on the creeds and laws for this years’ Equinox.” She said, “First up, Purity First.”
“Which I think is still a bad-as-hay idea.” Skorpeon got right to the point, tapping a small notification on his Pip-Buck, “But, I have one final piece of evidence against it.”
“OBJECTION!” a Jury Colt called, “He’s given enough on the matter, and Her Highness Princess Celestia has already given her say on the matter!”
“Overruled.” Luna said, “Continue Mister RyDer”
Skorpeon grinned, “I think everyone will be more than pleased to welcome four of Equestria’s Fashion Designers.” He pointed to the door, which swung inward. 
Eight Earth Ponies trotted in, the same look of rage on their faces.
The first one, a grey stallion with a snow mane, was practically shooting daggers with every step he took. The second and third, one a bright yellow, the other grey with black mane and lugging a cello case on her back, were still shocked with the face that there were creatures like Skorpeon, so they didn’t exactly hear why he needed their help.
The fourth, a Mare wearing thick glasses that obscured half her face, was on a small podium being carried by the last four Earth Ponies.
“These four Earth Ponies are the most popular in all of Equestria.”
“And what are their names?” The stenographer looked at Skorpeon over her half-rim glasses.
“My name is Hoity Toity.” The grey stallion put emphasis on his name, almost daring them to forget.
“I, dahling, am the Equestria renowned pop-artist. Saphire SHOOOREEEESS!” She sang her name on such a high, which caused  Skorpeon’s ears to ring for a moment.
“My name is Octavia Philharmonica.” She looked at Celestia, “And I still--”
“I am only asking for names!” the stenographer whined, looking at the fourth, who was now stepping down from her podium.
“And I am. Photo Feeneesh!” She put great emphasis on her name, even posing for the court to admire her.
“I like Photo Finish’s approach to life.” Celestia said.
“YOU SHUT UP NOW!” Skorpeon roared, “We didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“Yeah, if you’re going to enslave us,” Hoity Tioty said, lowering his glasses so that he could look at Celestia, “You might as well give us the final hour of respect.”
“To Hay with hour. How about eternity?” Saphire said, glaring right at Celestia, “And here ah thought the eternal naght was going to be horrible.”
Celestia yawned, “I have no time to deal with Dirt Ponies.” She said, “But go on. I doubt you’ll change my mind.”
Skorpeon felt Luna nudge into his mind, What are you playing at Skorpeon?
Just let me work this out. I know I can. “Ponies of the court.” He said, gathering the attention of the many Unicorns and Pegasi surrounding him, “I present four artists, two of music, and two of fashion. All Earth Ponies.”
“The term is ‘Dirt’” the same Unicorn that spoke earlier shipped in. Skorpeon ignored him.
“How many of you are wearing something of Hoity’s or Photo’s?” He looked around at the mass of ponies, about a quarter had their hooves raised. “What about listening to either Saphire’s or Octavia’s music? Come on, I have three albums of Saphire’s myself, and I am not Equestrian.”
A better ratio of ponies raised their hooves this time. “Imagine, if you will, if we WERE to enslave these ponies. There would be no new music, and imagine wearing these.” He waved his wand, transforming everypony’s outfit into the same burlap sack. They all recoiled in horror at the illusion, trying to claw it form their bodies.
Skorpeon waved his wand again, their clothes returning to normal, albeit slightly ruffled. “That is the future of ALL Equestrians if this were to happen.”
Celestia rolled her eyes, “And how many of you are wearing Fancy Pant’s work, or listening to Black Gryph0n’s music? Marey Gaga perchance?"
Skorpeon groaned as everypony present raised their hooves. “Trollestia strikes ay-fucking-gain.” He slapped a paw over his eyes, muttering to himself.
“Before we move on, I have one more piece of evidence.” Skorpeon said, “Thank you, Earth Ponies for your time.”
“And what is it?” Luna herself asked this question. If it was good, her sister couldn’t argue. Granted, every piece of evidence that Skorpeon showed was turned down, but she was still hopeful.
“I don’t think I’ll need him to introduce himself.” Skorpeon said, “I’m pretty sure we all remember him from a few months back.”
“And who is this?” Celestia drawled, “If it’s another Dirt Pony, I will be massively dis-impressed.” 
“Not even a word.” He muttered to himself, then spoke out, “Come on out, big guy.”
The doors opened up, revealing a strange creature. He had the tail of a dragon, the wings of a pat and a Pegasus. He had a lion’s paw and an eagle’s talon for arms, which connected to a furry serpent’s body. He gawked at Celestia with a goat’s face, with a blue horn reminiscent to a ram’s.
“Celestia, it’s been too long.” He chuckled.
“DisQord!” Celestia found her voice again. “How- bu- wha- how- how-”
“Simple. Skorpeon released me.” He pointed a claw at the red fox, “But we have an agreement.”
“I’m listening, even if my sister isn’t.” Luna spoke to the Draconequus with inept interest.
“Luna no!” Celestia looked at DisQord, trying to keep her voice calm, “What- what is the agreement.”
“Skorpeon and I have come to an idea: I am allowed to run free again, if and only if you enslave Earth Ponies. BUT! If you decide to recall this Purity call, then I will gladly limit my powers and not unleash pure chaos. A chocolate raincloud here, then a month later I allow one apple to grow in extreme sizes there.”
Celestia closed her eyes; My crown, or my creed? Crown or Creed? “Deal. ” she sensed a bluff somewhere. She held her hoof out, “Shake on it.”
Skorpeon’s eyes widened. “DAMMIT ALL!” The one thing he didn’t factor in; you can’t shake hands with illusions. Standard principal.
DisQord vanished with a loud POP. Skorpeon sunk to the floor, defeated. 
Celestia, smiling, rose up again, “Next up, Same Sex Marriges.”
Skorpeon stood, shuffling out of the courtroom. He failed.

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Skorpeon looked up when someone called his name. Rainbow Dash was sitting beside him, her crimson eyes watering over, “You alright?”
Skorpeon stood, wiping his eyes. His voice cracked when he spoke, “I tried. I tried my damndest to protect their rights. And I failed. I failed miserably.” He brushed Rainbow Dash’s tail from him, stalking towards the bathroom.
He locked the door, placing his paws on both sides of the sink. He looked at the fox in the mirror. The fox that failed what he had fought so long for. 
Without thinking, Skorpeon brought his right paw against the mirror, “STUPID!” He wanted to hurt that fox that was crying. Trying to get some sense in him. “Stupid! Fucking STUPID!” He slammed his fist on the mirror one last time. He brought both fists against the sink. He cried for a moment longer, then became slowly aware of a red-hot pain in his paw. Skorpeon pulled a piece of glass from it, letting his blood trickle down his arm. 
He sunk to the floor, “Why?” he asked himself, “Why wouldn’t they listen?”
He felt something snap; The Apple Family, Pinkie Pie and the Cakes, The Flower Sisters, and countless others in Equestria were going to be enslaved. No, they were enslaved. 
“NO!” He yelled at himself, “NOOO!” His agony became physical as he felt his fur catch fire. It began at his chest, close to his heart. It spread to every extremity of his body. He tried to beat it off, but it wouldn’t stop. He cried out in pain as the burning spread.
It ended as fast as it began, leaving Skorpeon breathing heavily. 
Did… I… just… He rose slowly, seeing himself in the cracked mirror.
His fur had gone from a blood-red to a marbled black and blue. His hair, once pale white, was now dark blue with a solitary purple stripe. 
The new fox looked back at him, then it hit; He had Mortified again.
“Skorpeon!” He heard Rainbow Dash knocking on the door, “You okay in there?”
Skorpeon unlocked the door, allowing Rainbow Dash to dive into his arms, “I don’t know if I’ll be okay again.” He whispered in 	his ear, “Dark times will be trying for all, Equestrians and RyDers alike.”
Rainbow Dash looked up, noticing his color-change, “What happened?”
Skorpeon sighed, “It’s trying for all of us. I won’t be surprised if Miles Mortifies again.”
Rainbow Dash’s face went from sheer shock to admiration, “Atleast you look twenty percent cooler?” 
Skorpeon shook his head, “and feeling twenty percent shittier.”