Confession of a Soul Mage

by SoothingCoffee


Chappie 8

Headache.

Pain, unbelievable pain, as the abusive husband in my head returned from his momentary existential crisis, before he went ‘fuck-it-all’ and invited his friends of gay sparkling vampires to rape his transvestite wife, that is my head, whilst the husband beat the abused wife’s face repeatedly with his ten inch cock, all the while screaming, “How do you like that, you whore?!”

I groaned, grimacing as I cracked open an eye—thank the gods, these ponies had invented curtains— expecting to see a slumbering Time Turner. Instead, there was only a small piece of note whence Time Turner had slept before.

Thanks for the night—TT, it read.

Swinging my legs to the side of the bed, I was suddenly aware of the dryness in my throat as the husband in my head decided to force-feed his ten inch cock, and never ending spurting thick cum into the wife’s throat.

Tiredly, I glanced at the pink nightstand, blinking as I found a glass of—presumably—clean water. I took the glass with my slightly cum caked palm, and gulped it greedily, absently thanking Time Turner’s foresight.

I placed the glass back onto the nightstand, letting out a relieved sigh as I stared blankly at the ceiling.

I just fucked a male horse.

I sighed again, this one in tiredness, raising myself from the cum-covered bed, and walked to the bathroom, undressing myself and took a quick shower.

That done, I used the clean part of my robe to dry myself, before walking back to the room, took my bag, and reached down for Rarity’s gift; a gift, because she didn’t want me to pay for it, nor did she ask me for a favor.

I was pretty sure gifting is done for the purpose of getting a favor, but she didn’t, thus, I suspected that she’s not that savvy, despite being a Unicorn, and by the general rule of this world, a mage.

The guys working in the Research and Development department back in Camelot would probably volunteer in getting tortured by Imperials if they could get their hands on this kind of Unicorn. But then again, the Safety department would probably murder those researchers before they could, in order to prevent another Demi war.

Oh, and raising the ire of a demi-god-immortal ain’t exactly desirable. Unless if they frame it to the Imperial. That would be great!


I ripped apart the gift wrapping. There were three pieces of the set in which I requested to Rarity, stacked upon each other. The first that caught my eyes was the main piece of the set.

It’s a brown sleek long robe with a hoodie hanging on its back as I pulled it up on the air, its long sleeves completely covering my rune-carved arms. A small picture sewed on its right chest, the symbol of the Redfield; a blood stained tree, and red buttons hanging on its front. Nothing really special, really. Well, not yet, anyway.

I put it aside carefully on the nightstand—cum is bad for your clothes—and grabbed the second piece, a pair of, well, brown and slightly red trousers. Again, like the previous piece, it’s nothing really special, as was the next clothing, a simple white T-Shirt, put under the long robe.

But I was going to make them special.

Happy with Rarity’s tailoring skill; I nodded in satisfaction, and don all of them, with a spare boxer I always kept. I moved around it. It was flexible, and light, probably could use a rune to increase its durability.

Now all I need is a dozen of daggers, souls, throwing knives, and a pair of sunglasses.

Putting back into the back of my mind, I slung my bag over my shoulder, and wore my only leather boots, before heading to the door.

And straight into a pissed Nero; glaring at me with her golden iris from the ground, before with an impressive jump, she reached to my face and unleashed her hellish claws onto my poor, poor face.

Stinging claw marks sang in delight as I covered my face with a palm, giving my angry familiar a stare through my fingers. “I’m sorry?”

You better be! She hissed, stomping the floor cutely. You left us alone in the godsdamned party to fuck a stallion. The least you could do is to leave me some catnip!

“What were you doing in there, anyway?” An irritated Ruby chimed in, giving me a nasty stare. Not that she knew she was chiming in, of course.

I shrugged. “Sex,” I answered, grabbing a pissed Nero into a loving cradle as I scratched her calming spot; her soft belly. She squeaked in protest, but I ignored it, and it slowly turned to senseless purring.

According to Nero, after we traded a little part of our souls, she had told me that the experience of belly rubbing was like “Having the ultimate orgasm, without the sexual part… I promise.” The last part was a bit redundant, in my opinion, but it’s a good thing to learn that you could actually non-sexually molest your familiar.

Ruby went cross eyed as I walked downstairs. “Isn’t that something that could only happen to a mare and a stallion? How is sex possible with stallion and a stallion?” Her frown turned constipated as she tried to solve the mystery of ‘gay sex’.

A small part of my mind suggested that telling an old ghost with the mind of twelve years old isn’t a smart idea. I ignored it. Kids had to learn.

I blinked when I reached downstairs. It was clean. Very clean. Spotless, in fact. As if there wasn’t any some sort of a boring party from last night. It was fairly empty, except for the four ponies, three Pegasus and one mad pony, sitting on a table in the corner of the room.

Three of them wore a golden armor, their helmets placed on the table as they listened to the pink devil blabber some shit, all the while drinking something. Weird thing was, all of them had the same coat color of pure white.

Either they’re triplets, or have an enchanted armor—of which I was going to inspect, if I was right—, or a byproduct of inbreeding.

Regardless, I’d suspected they were Celestia’s late escorts to… Canterlot. I confirmed that they were indeed Celestia’s late escorts when they froze after Pinkie pointed a hoof at me, and exclaimed. “Good morning, Psychie!”

A pet name? Great, and what will she do later? Asked me to fuck her raw in her heat? Rape me in public? Kidnap me and forced me to be her mindless sex slave for life? Regardless, she was smiling, as usual, but there’s a dark line under her eyes.

Which led me to guessing that her room was where I had my last night tryst, though she seemed quite happy about it; I guessed that it because I was happy to fill my sex-need, while using her bedroom, which by proxy, made her party good.

What a weird pony.

“You’re from Celestia, right?” I gruffly asked, pulling a chair from another table and sat on it.

One of the guards, a stallion, bristled. “I recommend you infer Princess Celestia with her proper title, ape,” he hissed. The other guard put a calming hand over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” the guard apologized, smiling a tad forced. “Though I do want you to refer our ruler with her proper title, please,”

I waved my hand dismissively; the third guard stayed quiet, though there was a small amount of mirth in his eyes as he watched his compatriots, and Pinkie? She winked at me; subtly pointing at the mug-of-something that I was sure wasn’t there before. I blinked, before shaking my head, taking a sip at the drink, a nice Sakura tea.

I promised myself to solve the mystery that is Pinkie Pie, counting that I was going to visit Ponyville again.

“Let’s introduce ourselves, then,” I offered, faking a friendly smile. “My name’s Psyche.”

“My name’s Sun Strike, though my friends usually calls me SS,” The third one, Sun Strike answered, before nodding two the second one. “That’s Night Wing, ironic, I know, considering what we’re guards of,” he ignored Night Wing’s glare— ah, this one is going to die a gory death, it seems— before turning to the first guard.

He immediately snickered.

The first one—presumably had a bad mother, uncreative mother, or a slutty mother who didn’t plan on having him, and tried to throw him out—grit his teeth, glaring at Sun Strike. “… Sunflower,” he growled out, and being the little bitch with the bitchy name he was, angrily stood up from his stool. “I’ll wait outside.” He stomped to the exit.

I looked down, blinking once again as aside from the half-empty tea, a platter stacked with eggs was now beside it. I turned up to see Pinkie winking at me before walking back to the pantry, where she will play with her little cupcakes.

Night Wing glared at Sun Strike as I put a pleasure-ridden Nero onto the table, she flopped on her belly. Nudging her onto the plate of eggs, I grabbed one piece and bit the white part. “You better watch your mouth, Private Sun!” Night Wing said through his glare.

Sunny scoffed, shooting Nighty an incredulous look. “We’re all still privates, Night. You are, as I am and Sunflower. Heck, let’s face it; we’re all probably going to be privates in our whole lives.”
Nero finally stopped having a non-sexual orgasm and started nibbling the egg on the platter, though not without letting out purrs in between bite.
Ruby, meanwhile, acted like a street orphan bent on the road of world domination after watching other people could eat good food while he couldn’t, because he didn’t understand the importance of a job and that being a beggar is not a job, and that selling your body always works.

Especially when you sell yourself to the should-be-tortured-and-killed groups of old men who like it young, raw, soft, and squealing like a newborn pig.

I took another sip of my tea, before offering to Nero, who licked on it gratefully. “Whole lives, really?” I asked curiously, raising a skeptical brow.

Strike grumpily nodded, glaring at the poor table. “We, the Solar Guards, don’t get to do anything. It doesn’t help when there’s nothing to do in Canterlot except standing still like a statue, and…” He paused, sighing as he looked at me. “Look, it’s not like we don’t like serving under Princess Celestia’s benevolent command, but it’s just… the reason why I—I don’t know about Night Wing— joined the Guards was because I believed I would and could protect Equestria, and Princess Celestia from danger,” At this he scoffed, “but how can we protect something that can protect itself?”

I tilted my head, opening my mouth before closing them again. “What about other places then?”

He blinked, looking surprised. “What?”

“Well, Canterlot is the capital city of Equestria, and not only that, it’s also already protected by two Immortals, which I might add, are overkill.” I cocked my head, raising another skeptical eyebrow. “Aren’t there any place that needs more protecting?”

The two looked at each other, looking complicative, before Night Wing finally said, “Well, there’s Detrot, but—”

“Well then,” I stood up from my chair, taking a last gulp of the tea, and plucked Nero off the table carefully. “You know what to do. Let’s not make the one that could steal my virginal anus and turn me to ashes, to wait, shall we?”

I walked to the door, brushing the shocked and green pair of the golden wearing, whorish, and probably useless, armor. Oh, and Ruby; though she was more disgusted than shocked.

()_()_()

The plains of green grasses sparkled like a gay vampire against the sun, patches of blues and reds signified the plains’ variety. As we flew by those, the view of the capital city of Equestria, Canterlot, came unbidden, which was the same thing I had seen since two hours of flying or so.

“Foal Mountains,” Night Wing, sitting against me, pointed at the mountains beside the landslide-prone Canterlot.

“Why is it called Foal Mountains?” I idly inquired my temporary guide, stroking the head of the napping familiar on my lap.

He pressed a hoof to his chin. “If I remembered right, I think it’s where the Unification takes place, I think. I suppose it fits, as that’s where Equestria was found to begin with. I think.”

“You ‘think’ about the founding of your country?” if the law of Universe was broken, liquid incredulity would’ve spurted out like cum from my throat, covering the offending pony with my cum-vomit.

How could one say ‘I think’ about the founding of your country? That’s almost like saying “I think my mother is a whore” when she’s being raped in front of you by old moldy men while your father is fucking with your mother’s little sister in the background.

“Hey!” he hastily defended, a fierce blush formed on his cheeks. Ugh. “It’s not like the story of how Equestria was found is elaborate to begin with!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

He scrunched his face, looking at me in confusion. “Well what?”

I sighed slowly as my palm covered the entirety of my face, slowly dragging them down to my chin. “What’s the story, Night Wing?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know what that was, but—“

“Just answer the damn question, would you? We’re nearing Canterlot, and I want every information that I could gather, regardless whether or not I could look for them in a story book,”

He huffed, looking at the green plains from the carriage, completely ignoring the snicker coming from Sun Strike. “The story of the three Tribes, it’s called. Long time ago, the three tribes; Earth Ponies, Pegasi, and Unicorns, didn’t live in peace. The Earth Ponies are forced to labor, growing crops because of their innate magic. The Pegasi would live in the clouds and Unicorns in their castles. One winter, the Windigoes, spirits that feed on hatred were attracted by the amount of hatred and animosity caused between the three tribes,” he paused, taking a huge gulp of air before continuing. “Anyway, the disruptive thing about the Windigoes is that, in return of hate, they would cause everything around them to freeze, causing a long stormy winter at the time.

“Said winter caused the crops to freeze and die, while the tree sides’ food stocks diminished every each month. The Pegasi couldn’t do anything to control the weather, and the Unicorns were hopeless as well. After a meeting between the tribes involving about the current crisis, the leaders of the respective tribes decided to go on an expedition with their respective right-hoof stallions, without telling the others of course.”

He glanced at the nearing Canterlot before continuing once again. “Anyway, long story short, the three of the leaders found the same land, the soon-to-be Equestria, and predictably fought over it. More specifically,” he nodded to the Foal Mountains. “In there, and attracting the Windigoes in result. It was only thanks to their assistants, that they decided to work together, in which caused the Windigoes to vanish. Thus how Equestria was founded.” He finished, taking a last huge gulp of air.

I frowned, looking thoughtfully at the mountains. The word bullshit came first to my mind. There’s no way it’s that simple. That’s more of a fairy tale than a real founding. Granted, it was a brief explanation, but still. Was it really that simple?

Camelot was founded by the righteous Pendragon family, through many battles of faith and blood, by Uther Pendragon, who ruled for years to come. He was soon followed by the Victorious Arthur Pendragon, wielder of the Sword of Promised Victory, Excalibur, and with the help of his loyal mage, managed to expand Camelot into one of the largest Kingdom in the West and protected those living within it in Just.

True. If one would to be asked how Camelot was found, it would be still be filled with romances, overly exaggerated events like Lancelot's Betrayal, and whatnot. Still, it would be no further the truth. Lancelot did betray King Arthur by sleeping with his wife, and Merlin was a famous gigolo who had impregnated half of Camelot's capital city, Avalon, with his seeds.

Maybe I was seeing at the wrong picture? Mayhap it was less of a fairy tale, and more of overly dramatized history?

Regardless, I could still smell the lie from miles away. Perhaps it was just me being overly paranoid, but I had no doubt there's a hidden story in the story. And so far, I only three beings alive that would know about the truth.

Discord, Celestia, and Luna.

And like any mystery that came into my view; I would uncover them. Seek the truth. Maybe there's an immortal from that age that knew how it goes. Nonetheless, I needed my curiosity be sated. A mystery was created for the sole purpose to be solved, after all.

Of course, I would’ve to be subtle about it.

Before long, the carriage we were in arrived at Canterlot, soaring past through the marble-carved building and roads. Soon we entered past the Canterlot’s castle, landing with a small bump on the green courtyard. In the corner of my peripheral, I noted a pony standing on the side.

“Well,” Night Wing started, puffing his chest as he stepped out of the carriage. “Welcome to Canterlot, Psyche.”

I rolled my eyes, placing Nero in my cradle; I stepped out of the carriage. “Unless there’s a brothel in the Canterlot, then I won’t feel welcomed,”

Night Wing’s eyes widened as saucers, staring at me with utter befuddlement as his cheeks grew a pair of blushes. “What?”

I sighed, looking at him in pity. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin,” a snicker from the background made me look up, more specifically from Sun Strike. I sighed again, before looking back to Wingy.”How old are you again?”

“I don’t think it’s time to ask inappropriate things from the poor private, Mr. Psyche,”

Turning to the source of the new voice, it was a stallion, a Unicorn with a light gray coat, a slicked coal-black mane, and a brown pair of pupils. He wore a suit, something akin to the male-equivalent of that newly sexy good blooming fetish back in Terra. On both his flanks was a picture of a circular metal tray, with a glass of champagne on it.

“Nonetheless,” he continued, approaching with a certain calmness, and grace. “If you must insist, the largest brothel in the Canterlot is in the Lunar Street, but the most expensive one would be in the Pink Street. Both of them could be in the suburban area of the city, but where are my manners,” he bowed his head slightly. “Hay Due at your service, and I will be working as your guide for your entire stay in Canterlot; pleasure to meet you, Mr. Psyche.”

I blinked, staring at him. How long was it since someone called me with a respectful prefix? I shook my head. “Well then, I suppose we’re going to meet Celestia?”

He nodded. “Very astute of you, Mr. Psyche, but unfortunately she’s quite busy with her Day Court. However, she had told me to bring you to her at once,” he turned to the three guards behind me. “Thank you, gentlestallions for bringing him here,” And back to me. “Please, follow me.”

I shrugged, following him as he led us inside of the castle, and predictably into the hall of boredom, decorated with tapestries, potted plants in the corners, and stained glasses with pictures that looked oddly similar.

“They’re the bearers of the Elements of Harmony,” Hay Due explained after a moment of silence, noticing my staring at the painted glasses. “Each of the six mares represented the six elements of harmony itself: Honesty, Kindness, Laughter, Generosity, Loyalty, and Magic. They had saved Equestria a couple of times,”

He stopped suddenly, and pointed at a particular stained glass. A picture of a dark-blue Alicorn, wearing a pair of regalia with its eyes closed in a circle of purple light. From whence the purple beams came, were six miniatures of a familiar looking ponies.

“That’s the first thing that the Elements did after being blessed with said elements. Cleansed Princess Luna from the Nightmare’s corruption, or I believe it to be a corruption, preventing the corrupted Princess Luna to bring eternal night.”

I raised an intrigued brow at the butler. “You believe it to be a corruption?”

For the first time since our short meeting, he looked slightly uncomfortable, before coughing his hoof. “It’s just simply a simple theory. I believe that the Nightmare itself came from somewhere, and somehow, I believe that it’s not completely rid from this world.”

Not giving anymore explanation about his realistic theory, he stepped in front of another glass. This time, instead of a dark blue alicorn, it’s a chimera.

Well, no. Calling it a chimera would insult the plenty varieties of other sick, disgusting chimeras in the world. Head of a goat, horns of an antler, and twisted unicorn. Serpentine body, paw of a lion, claw of an eagle, wings of a bat and bird. Hoof of a buffalo, and feet of a lizard, with a tail of a dragon.

I’d imagined if I saw the real version of the creature, instead of a simple picture, I would easily take guess of what it represented.

My temporary guide made a face. “This is one is where the bearers sealed Discord, spirit of chaos and disharmony back into his prison stone. This is probably the biggest achievement of the bearers, in my opinion, to seal a spirit of chaos, one that could defeat the Princesses so easily.”

I made a humming voice, stealing a glance at the gray pony. “You seemed oddly knowledgeable for a butler, you know,” I off-handedly commented.

He nodded. “Yes. And I should. You don’t live almost your entire life working in this castle without hearing plenty pieces of information. Regardless, I think we spend enough times as it is.”

Half-surprised that he didn’t deny that he knew too much, I just shrugged, and followed behind him as he walked again, leading me to gods know where.

“This is so cool…” Ruby breathed behind me, startling me slightly. It’s the first time she spoke since this morning. “I never knew the Canterlot’s castle would be this large,” she looked around with wide child-like eyes, floating around like a ghost, passing through walls, before popping out with a giggle and glee.

“Wheeee!”

I shook my head amusedly. “Careful there, Ruby. You don’t want to get lost, now do you?”

“I can’t get lost!” she retorted, ignoring my useless advice as she passed into an oaken door.
Hay Due glanced over his shoulder, looking at me with confusion, before shrugging and turning back to leading to where Celestia is. Instantly, Ruby pulled out from the oaken door. Her face somehow green with sickness as she floated about to my shoulder, shuddering ever so slightly.

I raised a curious eyebrow.

She shuddered again. “I think I understand of Gay sex works.”

I widened my eyes, looking at the brown oaken door Ruby just entered, before snorting and turned to follow Hay Due again. “Good, that means you’re growing, and getting smarter.”

She let out a whimper. “If growing is like this, then I don’t want to grow,”

Ignoring her plea, I looked down to my adorably still napping Nero. “Hey, wake up,” I said, shaking my arms slightly.

In response, she grumbled, and batted my shaking arm. “Shut up, and let me sleep,”

My eye twitched, before I sighed. “You’re getting fat, you know? You’re going to be like that Opal cat from the boutique,”

She twitched, cracking her eyes open and glared at me with the ferocity of a cute eldritch abomination. “Fine,” she grumbled, struggling under my cradle, settling herself up until she was hanging vertically, her head facing Hay Due’s buttcheeks. “I’m awake. Happy?”

I frowned, raising her up until my chin settled on her head. “I was hoping that you would get off, and burn that fat. But I suppose this is fine, as well. Beside, who needs a fit familiar when you could have a fluffier, cute, and more dependable one?”

She nuzzled my face, chuckling as she did so. “But aren’t you that fit familiar, o master?” she cheekily retorted my rhetorical question, earning a snort and soft bop to the head with my chin.

“What do you think is going to happen?” I whispered curiously. I knew what was going to happen, but a part of me, took caution in the air. Besides, it’s good to have others’ opinions on things. That’s the purpose of having a familiar: To keep one from falling to madness, and to keep one from being narrow-minded.

She looked up at me, before shrugging and went back looking at Hay’s cheeks. “I think we’re going to talk with Celestia, and then she would give us a mission or something to prove whether or not we’re not some Imperials traitoric bastards?” She paused, looking at me in confirmation.

I nodded, lifting her up to my shoulder, much to her disappointment. It was the same thing I had said before, whence I encountered the second ruler in my life. Gerald Harandine, an emperor of some tiny unimportant kingdom out in between of Camelot and Imperial.

Promised to hide me from the various hunters of my life, and then hired me—more like threatened me—to do plenty of dirty jobs. In the end, he sold me to the Imperials, and at the same time, Camelot. It’s a good thing I killed his family, beforehand, brothers and sisters as well as his sons and wives.

The only good Imperial conspirator is a dead Imperials conspirator. Granted he’s not dead, but I’m pretty sure I destroyed pretty much the entirety of his life.

“Or maybe she just wants a talk,” Nero added, after a brief moment of feet and hooves pattering the porcelain floor.

“In which, if it’s the case of the former, you will—“

“I will be with you.” Nero cut me off, glaring at me with those impressive golden slits. A hint of hurt crossed them before it was gone.

I sighed, biting my lips as in thought. Truth was, I was fine with taking Nero into the possibly dangerous quest from Celestia, but there were too many random variables in the way. There’s the spirit of chaos on the prowl, probably watching me right now. Then there’s that feeling telling me that taking Nero would be a bad idea and that leaving her alone may as well be a bad idea.

“Fine,” I conceded, sighing as I gave my familiar a small smile.

She blinked, before giving my cheek a lick, and nuzzling my neck. “Thank you,”

Conveniently, it was only moments after we finished our conversation before we arrived at a large wooden double door, a painting of the sun and the moon on each side of the doors, decorated with intrinsic embellishment and carving.

Hay Due turned to me. “We’re here,” he said calmly, before pushing the large door slowly. The door opened, nary with a sound.

The room we were led was apparently something akin to the King’s throne room. Something in which I was hoping I had the chance of visiting once I had the enough money for travel, before the fool poisoned my sister.

The things I would do to just meet the King.

Stained glass adorned across the wall, with few pillars holding the roof, the white marble floor reflecting the room’s checker-painted ceiling. And in the middle of the room was a long red carpet, trailing to the main entry from the throne itself.

There, sitting by her haunches on the excessively large golden throne was the one and only Celestia, a warm smile on her face. A few guards stood on the side, their eyes flicked at me, before returning to their vigilant stance. I assumed that Celestia had told them about me.

Hay Due stepped from my side to the red carpet, and bowed deeply, before returning to his graceful self. “Your Majesty, I’ve escorted your guest,”

She smiled, rising from her throne, and nodded at the butler. “Thank you, Hay Due. You could stay for now, or perhaps you want to visit your sister?”

“Ah,” Hay Due smiled, giving Celestia a quick bow. “I probably should do that. I haven’t even picked her birthday gift. Thank you, your Majesty,”

She shook her head softly. “You’re welcome. I’ll send for you when I need you,”

He nodded, before trotting back to the door to my back. “Best of luck, Mr. Psyche,” he whispered as he passed myself, leaving the room.

I mentally raised my eyebrow. Should I take that as warning that Celestia would do something nefarious to me, or is it just a simple plain ‘Good luck’? Despite myself, I calmly stood to the middle of the room, watching as Celestia looked at the guard beside her.

“Tell the ponies outside. The court is adjourned and you’re all dismissed,” she said; a brief note of relief in her voice. The guards gave the princess a salute before they all walked to the previous back door, while one of them trotted out through.

Once the room was devoid of life but I, Nero, and Celestia—Ruby doesn’t count, since she’s dead—, she turned at me, giving me that smile; the smile that my biological mother would never give me. “Pleased to meet you again, Psyche. I see you’ve put up a new look,”

I waved my arm dismissively. “Yes, yes. I have a couple of guesses why I’m here, but since I don’t want to embarrass myself, so let’s cut to the chase, tear the hymen, burn the core, snap the neck, and all that jazz,”

The tips of her smile twitched ever so slightly in an amused manner. “Are such morbid metaphors a common thing within your kind?”

“Yes. But I’m not here to talk about that, am I?”

She shook her head. “No, of course not, just my own curiosity; can’t get enough information for a race you would possibly erase from the Earth if I found them harmful, right? But, please do follow me; I think it’s better to talk in a more private room,”

I quirked a mental smile as she walked to another exit, leading me to another long boring hallway, a place where people wait and wait until their deaths cometh. A place where the Mad ones gather and laughed as they kill and fuck—literally and figuratively— mortals just with their whims; where if a maid was to be raped, the men would surround her with their cocks standing vigilant as their hands forced the maid to satisfy their wildest of desires as tears of humiliation, pain and revenge poured out of the maid’s windows of soul.

No such things happened, sadly. Then again, I highly doubt there’s much crime happening in Canterlot, considering that the High Ruler of Ponydom is just a few minute walk from your neighborhood, or a few hours if you’re from other cities. The only exception I could think of was the ones faraway from Canterlot.

Soon enough, we stopped in front of a another intricately designed door with Celestia’s ass tattoo shamelessly strapped on the door, shamelessly shoving Celestia’s already large ass to whoever had the chance of being used as her sex relief.

I got the feeling that Hay Due is her sex reliever.

Regardless, Celestia opened her chamber door with a glow of her horn, before we entered into said chamber. Simplistic came first to mind as I observed her room; a few paintings of the sun and moon here and there on the wall, an ornate desk with a stack of papers, and in the middle of it all was an overly large king-sized bed.

“Nice room,” I commented.

She chuckled, walking to the side of her bed. “Thank you,” she sat down on the bed, patting the empty spot beside her invitingly.

I shrugged, sitting on said spot, ignoring the utter awkwardness it created with our close proximities. “So, why am I here, then?” other than confirming Discord’s imprisonment.

She shifted slightly in her bed, her face turned serious like the burning sunlight as she stared at me. “I want you to go to Martrosa,”

“You want to hire me of my service?”

She stood up from her bed, making me question why she was sitting on it from the first place, before turning to face me, her face grim. “Yes. I was planning to go there, solve the problem, so to speak, but I hadn’t had any time. I would have sent my guards,” she grimaced. “But I doubt they would do well. Then you came… well,” she shrugged.

I tilted my head, a twitch on the corner of my mouth. “And what seems to be the problem?”

She sighed tiredly as she shook her head. “I don’t know, but that’s why I’m sending you there. There’s something happening in there, the city suddenly isolated itself from the world. When we tried to send a group of my guards… they were never heard of again,”

I stood up from my bed, straightening my new set of clothes. “And if I accept, what will I get?”

“Ah,” the grim expression of hers cracked a bit into a crooked grin. “A mercenary at heart, aren’t you? Or maybe you’re an assassin? You reminded me of the time of old, where chaos and strife ran rampant. Where my sister and I had to mow through abominations just to survive,” she shook her head slightly, banishing her wandering thought, returning to her serious facade. “Regardless, if you do succeed, I will grant you an Equestrian citizenship, and more riches than you needed,”

I thought around it for a moment. That is, if there’s anything to consider about. If I accept it, then I would probably lose my life in a gory cruel death, or I will gain Celestia’s gratitude, and getting something like that from an immortal is priceless.

Of course, there’s the chance that she would stab my back.

I smiled, more out of habit than something real. “Well then, you’re in luck. That said, can I visit your garden?”

There was a relieved smile on her face, before it was quickly replaced with a curious rising eyebrow. “Oh? Why do you want to go to my garden?”

“I heard it’s one of the most beautiful places in here,” I lied through my teeth. “And since I’m here, why not?”

She chuckled. “Fine, just come here,” she said, and I did so, standing just beside her. Her horn glowed golden, and like my brother’s famous quick-shot, a blinding flash engulfed us.

I staggered to the ground, blinking the tears back as sweet vision returned back. I looked at where I was. I was in a garden, The Canterlot garden to be precise. I turned to the smirking immortal beside me; the son bastard of abusive husband began to follow his father’s footsteps and began hitting my head with his hand.

In the corner of my eyes, I noticed Nero was on the ground, groaning as she tried her best not to puke her breakfast.

I calmed myself, closing my eyes as I stood back onto the ground. Instinctively, I plucked the motion-sick Nero into my cradle. Ruby wasn’t anywhere near me. Opening my eyes, I stared at Celestia. Don’t hit her, don’t slap her. Smile, smile.

I took a deep breath before giving a Frontline quality smile at her. “Please don’t do that again, would you? I’d prefer not to hit you, and turn myself into a pancake,”

The sun immortal in front of me frowned, tilting her head curiously. “Is it really that uncomfortable?”

I nodded, looking away from the immortal, and into the jungle. Where is it? “Yes, yes it is.” Well hello, nurse! I skipped ahead of her, nearing to the statue of—presumably—Discord. His face was the very epitome of an innocent civilian—accidentally, or purposely— killed in the midst of a battlefield.

I touched its body, giving it a small tap with my hand. Hollow. Nothing was in there, no Spirit of Chaos and no Discord. It was either the Elements failed upon sealing Discord, or he had somehow escaped. Regardless, it confirmed my guess and theory.

I let my hand fell back to my side, turning around to meet Celestia’s narrowed gaze. “Now,” I started with perfect fake cheer. “Where’s the nearest brothel, and when will I go?”

Celestia blinked.

()_()_()

Merry Night, it read as I stared at the gigantic sign, plastered across the brothel’s building. Four ponies dressed in what I thought was a provocative outfit danced along the line of the building. They had blinked, and stopped once when they caught sight of me, before continuing back to dancing. The sun was beginning to sink when we arrived here.

Hay Due stood beside me. His face the very epitome of calmness as he stared the dancing whores with utter calm. Ruby floated just above me, staring at the whores with an uneasy look. A random thought crossed my mind, saying that it probably won’t be a bad idea going in with her.

I did the same thing when a random thought told me not to kill someone. I squashed it mercilessly.

Nero just perched on my shoulder, leaning her body onto my head as she stared at the building with sleepy eyes of boredom. “Do you know who’s in charge?” I asked my temporary guide.

He nodded. “Merry Night,” he simply answered my question.

Right. I think I was getting the idea that Equestria isn’t that smart on naming things. That or they’re secretly a mad species of Xenophiles that should be burned to the ground along with its babies, organs and Organs.

I gazed at the sky again. The sun was beginning to sink, and the moon to rise, marking the start of the Night life. I shrugged, looking at the ever so calm Hay Due. “Lead the way,”

He did just that, taking lead as we entered the brothel. We stood in a lobby of some sort, a desk in the middle of the room, and two hallways on the side leading to where the party starts. Prostitutes wearing skimpy outfit strewn about in the lobby, before all of them froze as their eyes caught my presence, and then they looked at the butler beside me before shrugging and went back to their business.

Huh.

“Hay Due!” One of the prostitutes exclaimed, a Thestral if I was correct. A creature of the night, assumed to be one of the few pony sub-species, a species founded and nurtured by the Princess of the Moon, Luna. Said thestral preceded to glomp the fuck out of Hay.

“Day Hue,” he said in reply, his voice muffled by Hue’s strangling glomp.

“Oh! Why are you here? Are you going to visit me? Oh, did you know that it’s okay for a non-blood related siblings to have an intimate relationship? Is that why you’re here?” She squee’d in excitement.

The thestral, Day Hue, was a mare with a blue-gray coat, and a cobalt blue mane, tied in a ponytail. Her bright blue-slit eyes burned in glee—or is it arousal? — As she hugged the living fecal matter of my temporary guide.

I figured when his face was gone from gray to odd blue, it was about time to intervene Day Hue’s odd method of killing her own brother, and proceeded to pull the thestral away from my guide. A part of my mind assumed that if she was accidentally kill her brother, she would probably preserve the body, lock it in the closet and use it for her eternal sex relief.

Hay Due took that moment to take a breath, his face returning back to its original as he gave me a nod of thanks, before turning back to his sister. “My job. Yes, no, yes and no.” He answered, before smiling as he hugged her sister back. “Happy birthday,”

“Hey,” Day Hue giggled embarrassedly, returning the hug, and after a moment, pulled away. “So,” she purred, turning to me with a sultry smile and half-lidded eyes. “How can I help you, Master?”

Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed Ruby blushing and Hay Due slapping his own face. In any other time, I would probably pay her for a night, regardless if she’s my guide’s sister, however... “I want to meet Merry Night?”

She froze. Well, no. All of the literal cocksuckers in the room froze as they all stared at me with that Deer-on-chariot expression. The merry and sexy air in the air turned stiff, like an erected cock, except this time, the cock was targeted into mine anus.

She shifted uncomfortably under my stare. “Uh, do you have any appointment with the boss—“She shook her head lightly. “Actually, never mind. I’ll just bring you there and leave to have a very intimate talk with my brother.”

We followed as she walked to the door behind the desk. The crowd all-over we dispersed back to their work as they prepared for the start of the day. Few naked ones walked back to one of the hallways, probably picking up their designated outfit.

Upon reaching the door, Day leaned down and began whispering a string of inaudible words. I turned to my butler, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged. “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not privy about my sister’s work. Nor is she about mine,” he smiled softly as Day leaned back as the door emitted a clicking sound, like a ticking clockwork. “But I do care about her, regardless of her... occupation and expressive desire of having foals with me.”

I chuckled, patting his head. “I’m sure about that. Big brothers have to take care of their little sisters, and all that, right?”

There was a final click from the door, before it opened by itself, leading into a staircase to what I guessed to be the second level of the brothel. Day let out a sigh of relief, before beckoning us to follow her as she climbed up.

“Anything I should know about Merry Heart?” I asked as we climbed up the stairs, Hay by my side and Hue leading us. “Like what she likes or what are her preferences?”

Day bit the bottom of her lips, looking completely adorable as she did so. “Well, she’s a bit temperamental, brash, and loud, and alcoholic, and has a gambling addiction, and loud, and likes to play with whips, and uh,” she looked over her shoulder, a sheepish expression on her face. “I probably said too much, but she’s still a good pony,”

“Ah,” I wondered if the perpetrator of this business would accept my offer. There’s a possibility of a no. After all, it seemed to me that Equestria wasn’t the kind of country that needs any protections, or someone to do their dirty deeds. “What about your brother, then?”

I heard a sigh beside me as Day smile dreamily. “I love him. He’s not actually my blood-related brother you know?” She closed her eyes as her smile turned into something nostalgic. “We were orphans, you see, and Hay Due was already out of the orphanage when he hit twenty. We were close, and I thought we wouldn’t see each other again. The next day, he went back with a cutie mark and a bag of bits. Next thing I knew, he adopted me,”

“Wouldn’t that mean he’s your father?” I raised my brow in askance. Is there an option to adopt someone as a brother? Equestria law isn’t exactly clear, not that I ever read it anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if having sex in public is an okay. I would abuse said law if it exist.

She made a humming noise. “Technically,” she smirked, glancing at Hay. “But big bro loves it when I call him that. He even insisted on calling him with the Neighponese equivalent of big bro, before I could have his foals.”

Hay rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. “Our age difference isn’t that big,” he answered simply for my question.

Ruby suddenly flew up to my face, floating an inch away from hitting my face. I stopped. Her face gray face flushed in red as her breath paced. “Uhm, Cain? Can I look around the place? You know, I think growing up is alright,”

I opened my mouth, but before I got any say about it, she quickly phased through the walls, shouting a loud ‘Thank you!’ as she did so. I shut my mouth. “Huh. It seems Ruby has found her identity,” I noted, and my familiar snorted softly.

Day looked at me strangely. “Um, who?”

Before I could answer, Hay put a hoof over her shoulder, shaking his as he did so.

Day furrowed her brows, before she simply shrugged and returned to climbing over the stairs. Soon enough, we reached the end of the stairs, a door with a sign hanging on it. “Merry’s office,” it read.

Hesitantly, and with an audible gulp, Day knocked on the door in a way that would make abandoned puppies in the dark alleyways to squeal as a sick-and-should-be-purged man proceeded to serve them as a biological masturbator or as a source of protein for the homeless.

Contrary to popular belief, dog meat is actually good. Tasty even; there’s that unique chewy and soft texture in it. That is if you could bear the scorn, disgust and occasional beatings from your dog-fucking society.

There was a crashing noise from inside, followed by a slurred groan. “Who’s there?” the mare inside questioned, her voice slurred with a lilting accent, reminding me of that small kingdom west of Camelot.

Day cringed, before clearing her throat. “A guest, ma’am,” she answered softly, but loud enough to be heard.

A slapping noise followed by a thump was her response. “Ugh, it’s not Roadie, right? If it’s him tell him to buck off and never come back or I’ll sic your brother on him!”

A look of discomfort crossed said brother’s face, before it was gone as he cleared his throat. “It’s not Roadie, Ms. Night. He’s still in the hospital after last week,”

“And this one is different, wants to talk business with you, ma’am,” Day chimed in, surprisingly uncomfortable for a girl that expressed her want of incest publicly if her fidgeting was any sign.

Silence came from inside, before the door before us were covered in a soft pink aura. “Why don’t you say so? Come on in!” with a click from the door, the wooden entry jarred open, revealing the glory of Merry’s office to my eyes.

The room was a mess.

Bottles and cans of various alcohols strewn about the floor, some of the bottles a shatter by gravity, or thrown as an improvised projectile, and on the green wallpapered walls hung whips of many kinds, from barbed to the one with the tentacle-like shaft.

In the middle of the room was a long desk, a stack of papers on top of it, and a stack of bottles on the side of the desk. Behind said desk was the most comfortable looking armchair ever, with Merry Night sitting on it, almost half her body swallowed by the plush of the armchair.

She was a unicorn with a pink coating, and gray mane. Her flanks were obscured by the armchair, and her pair of cheeks was dominated with red blushes; a bottle of indiscernible alcohol floating by her side, outlined by her pink magical aura.

The scent of vomit and alcohol hit our noses second, and Nero was forced to hop off of my shoulder and ran downstairs. Both ponies looked about to just waste their lunches.

She pointed her pink hoof at me. “Why in Celestia’s name s’there a furless Diamond dog standing in me office?”

I grinned fakefully cheerful, striding to the chair in front of the desk silently relishing in that scent of nostalgia—despair and loneliness— before I sat on said chair. “I’m a human,” I offered my hand to her. “Nice to meet you Merry Night, I’m Psyche, and the two behind me could go away now,”

There was a whooshing behind me, followed by the door closing with a click.

Merry glared at me, rolling her eyes. “Right, Humandy Diamondy. So, what do you want, dog?”

I resisted the urge to smack the mare’s head as I placed may elbows on the desk, ignoring that sticky feeling I felt. “I need a helping ha- hoof for something,”

She raised an eyebrow, leering at me. “Helping hoof? If you want a hoofjob, then you’re asking the wrong mare here, doggy. Then again, I suppose clawjobs aren’t that fun, eh?”

“No, not that kind of helping hoof. I doubt yours are better than the one downstairs,” I denied as I eyed at one particular blue bottle on the corner of the desk. “No. I want information.”

She narrowed her eyes, taking a chug of her floating bottle, before settling it back on the desk. “Information, eh? What kind of information you looking for ‘ere, doggy? I don’t take kindly of helping you slavers’ cunt.”

I blinked. “Slavers?” I tilted my head, an incredulous expression on my face, Diamond dog, a canine themed race with a common tendency of slaving others. For a brief moment, I actually considered whether or not I should pursue Divinity.

I crushed said thought mercilessly.

“Yes, slavers,” she blinked this time. “Wait, you don’t know about that?” then she proceeded to look at me with pity. “I don’t know whether or not I should laugh or get you a free pass with one of my own,”

I sighed. “I’m not a diamond dog,”

“Oh, you poor puppy, there’s no need to deny yourself. I’m sure those cruel dogs can kiss their own asses, and you could just work here,”

I stared at her incredulously before I sighed. “Just look at my face, would you?”

She did. Her eyes narrowed at mine face, the red blushes on her cheeks fading slightly in concentration as she leaned forward. “Oh.” She leaned back on her armchair in realization. “Yeah, you’re not a diamond dog. Too smooth and civilized looking,”

“Good,” I nodded. “Now, does that mean you won’t have any problem in me asking for information, right?”

She licked her lips in thought, before shrugging. “Depends on how far you’re willing to get it. But I suppose you have your own offer?”

I nodded, and as I opened my mouth to confirm her question, I stopped. No, stuck would be a more appropriate word as I couldn’t move my whole body. The air behind Merry distorted and blurred as a woman came into existence.

The same red crimson hair, the same vibrant green eyes, flaring in twisted emotions—amusement, arousal, and attraction— with the same voluptuous body and perfect smooth hands. Psyche, the real name-bearer, the goddess of souls, and technically my main supposed God, along with my other supposed gods.

Slowly, she raised her index finger up to her lips, a cruel smile of various arousal followed by. “Not yet,” she whispered.

Absently, I noted the warm leaking sensation from my ears, nose and mouth, accompanied by the terrified screams of the whore in front of me, followed by an opening slam from the door whence I came from, before I was drowned back into the deepest depth of my mind, wherein I be forced to talk with a certain parasite.

Not for the first time, I cursed the day I took Mr. Richard’s offer for granted.

()_()_()


I opened my eyes, gazing at the area surrounding me with a frown. My same old mindscape. Still, I found my target quick enough, considering that she sat on a red armchair in front of me, a cruel smile on her red delicious lips.

I sat down on a quickly conjured armchair, staring at her eyes with a cold stare. Not quite showing my swelling rage, but enough to send the message.

The goddess in front of me may be able to twist my souls and turn myself into a twisted eldritch abomination bent on killing, destroying, and drinking orphan tears, but I’d stared down worse abominations. I’d insulted Mr. Richard, and I had stared in the depths of madness itself.

Finally, after a long silence of staring, her eyes grew annoyed as she clicked her tongue. “What an insolent serf, incapable of greeting his own mistress,”

“Just what in seventh hells do you want?”

She huffed. “Your mind bore me,” she simply said, looking the forest of books behind me with disdain. “Too much violence, war, and sex and too less art,” she paused, looking thoughtful for a moment before adding, “Well, your sex story is indeed entertaining, but it’d gotten old since yesterday. There’s no passion in it. Only pleasure and a sad addiction that simply needs to rot and die,”

“So I’m here because you’re simply bored.” I deadpanned.

She scoffed. “Well, of course I am. I’m sure tomorrow is going to be fun, no doubt, there will probably be houses burning, but I’m not a patient goddess, and I’m growing bored of your endeavor. Who needs buying information when you can burn it out of them? And I doubt there was any information you need to look at yet,”

“Because a certain sun Immortal will turn me to ashes if I threaten her ponies, and I would rather be prepared.” I replied flatly, my hand reaching up to my face, slowly sliding to my chin. “What now?”

“Well,” she shrugged. “You can wake up now. I think they already moved you to a hospital... no, an infirmary room, it seems,”

I arched my eyebrow. “They?”

“The golden guards, and your little companions,”

I sighed, raising my face to the looming red sky above the forest of glasses with a dry look before closing my eyes. “Fuck you, Psyche.”

And opened my eyes once more.

Two pair of eyes, one golden and another yellow widened as I did so, and immediately, Nero and Ruby proceeded to glomp the life out of me. Ethereal tears stained my robe as Ruby began to weep silently, muttering something about ‘I thought you were gone!’ and, ‘I was scared’ or ‘I don’t want to go back’.

Clearly, Ruby will need a lesson or two in Biology.

“You have a lot to explain, Master,” Nero hissed from my neck, despite her nuzzling said neck.

I winced. “No,” I answered—whispered—. “I won’t.”

“I see.” Nero stayed quiet after that, understanding coursing through our link as she continuously nuzzled my neck softly with a soft purr.

There was a lull of silence as I made a circle motion on the ghost filly’s back, calming her until she stopped weeping, though she was still somehow gripping onto my robe fiercely, making it nigh impossible to pull her away unless I wanted a new robe to request of Rarity.

Slowly, I stood up from my bed. My precious bag of holding placed upon the top of a small table beside my bed, untouched and unsullied. I stripped down my robe, making it pass through Ruby’s phasing body, and pulled my box of my sewing kit, taking a sit on the floor before beginning to work on my robe.

In instant, I noticed that Ruby was still clinging onto my body, despite no ghost-touch robe, and then I realized that I hadn’t enchanted my robe yet.

Huh.

Shrugging that off as convenient, I began to sew over runes and symbols under and over my robe. Runes sewed and intertwined, mixed and piled, over and before. All of them enhancing my robe with protection, and by proxy, me. Stanst was sewed next gar followed by another lines of runes, granting protection from stabby people, before they were intertwined and partied with another arrays of protection runes, further strengthening the protection.

It was therapeutic in a way; gentle motion, crafting a symbol of power, before crafting another beside of it, or on top of it, enhancing the runes’ original purpose or even creating a new usage of said runes.
Briefly, I noted Ruby peeking at my arts in curiosity and awe.

The wonders of Runes, the most underrated, but nonetheless beautiful arts there is in the world. To craft a nigh invisible armor out of a simple robe, creating explosives from a coin of silver or even grant one’s person to cast magic without a focus.

Granted, it’ll leave you sick and dying for weeks, but it was well worth the pain, considering the pain also involves enduring the fear of having your arms explode and the agony of self-mutilation.

A knock from the door disturbed me of my peaceful ritual, almost pricking my finger with the needle. I let out an annoyed sigh. “Who is it?”

A shuffle beyond the door answered my question. “Tis Luna,” the one beyond the door answered with a strange, olden archaic accent. “Can I come to thine room?”

I looked at my robe, an array of runes halfway done, a minor protection against lightning, intertwined with another completed array of runes, protection against fire, before my eyes trailed to another large blank spot in the middle of the robe, wherein the three layers shield will come to play.

I looked back to the door. “No.”

Silence came from the other side of the door, a shuffle, and a trailing hoofsteps through the long hallways of doom.

I went back to my robe. Next will be my trousers. One can’t be too careful, after all.