The Grim Congregation
The cloud I stood on was fluffy, white, and completely pristine; in other words, a total opposite to the large field situated within viewing distance. Said field was slightly bleached by this world's unrelenting sun, dead weeds and scrubby brush blemished what should have been verdant meadow. But that would not be so for long. The encroaching magical barrier was close enough to be seen from all sides, slowly crawling over the land and transforming anything it touched into something of pure beauty.
But I and the other ponies were not here to watch the plant-life change; we were all here for the field's animal inhabitants. Humans were crowded together in the center of the grassy valley, huddling against one another in a futile attempt to block out the finality of the situation they were in. The magic of Equestria was, unfortunately, lethal to humans. Almost anything else it touched would immediately be purified and enhanced, but humans were a special case. Their corrupted minds and bodies were incompatible with harmony, meaning that the magical force of it would shred their very essences to nothing more than dust.
A few humans were able to look me directly in the eye. Most of them stared with wide-eyed fear, silently or otherwise begging me to stop the wall. I couldn't, even if I wanted to. A few were misguided enough to look at me with unmasked hatred, blaming me personally for everything that had happened to them. I truly pitied all of the poor creatures. Why couldn't they just accept that I wanted nothing more than to save them? A long lifetime of true happiness awaited any creature that would only go so far as to accept my love.
The humans shivered as a mass, muttering pointless assurances to themselves that everything was just a bad dream, that they only needed to wake up. A few children could be heard crying, bawling that they didn't want to die. My heart went out to them. I felt compassion for the terrified humans, but I was here to ensure that not a single life would be lost. I cleared my pristine throat, readying myself to address the last remaining vestiges of the once nefarious species.
"People of earth," I called to the throng, "Be not afraid, for I bring you a final chance to save yourselves. All you have to do is come to me, and allow yourself to be cleansed of the evil that holds its iron-clad grip on you. I do not wish for any being to suffer, please allow us to help you."
Every eye turned to meet mine. Surely upon seeing my unfettered sincerity, a flock of the remaining humans broke away from the pack to make their way over to my little ponies. A few children left their parents' arms, running to save themselves from the doomed state of their species. Those that were brave enough to see the light were quickly converted, greeted, and shepherded onto Equestrian territory.
The large majority of the humans however, started yelling obscenities and rudeness at my being. They cursed me for my perceived xenophobia, calling out empty threats and gesturing madly. The humans continued this for a while, before all growing silent again. They fell back into their despair, huddling together for safety once again.
"Should we begin the mandatory conversion, your majesty?" questioned a gruff voice from beside me.
I turned my head to look at the pony in question. He was Flighty Feet, an ex-human who had joined the royal guard after his conversion, and quickly risen to prominence in the Equestrian Conversion Bureau. His gray coat and wings bristled in anticipation as I, his liege, considered his words.
"No, Flighty," I answered, "I want to have as many voluntary conversions as possible. We shall wait for a few more minutes."
"Of course, your majesty," Flighty replied, routinely, "By your orders."
The two of us turned back to the depressing collection of people before us, watching their despair in silence. Of course, we felt empathy for them; but this was a necessary unpleasantness, if the humans were to be saved from themselves. A few of the adults began openly weeping with the remaining children, misplaced hopelessness having finally become too much for them. Some humans began banding together. They divided into groups, clasping their hands, bowing their heads, and praying to their gods for salvation. It was all for naught.
Over the course of the next half hour, a dozen more humans gave up. They walked over to the waiting Conversion Officers and allowed themselves to be cleansed. Every human that had seen the light was immediately welcomed to Equestria with open hooves. They were taken away to the reeducation facilities, to be integrated into harmonious society.
I again cleared my royal throat, ready to offer peaceful conversion again, but a voice stopped me. The voice was quiet, quavering, and just barely audible over the din of the other humans. The voice came from a singular source, a young woman stood amidst the others. Just as my alicorn ears had barely noticed her, so too had many humans not noticed. The woman was singing, looking around to her fellows for support. She was so quiet, I could barely hear her words.
The woman sang of imagination, and rejecting religion. She gazed around her, gesturing for the others to sing with her. She gained a few cursory glances from the other humans, but not much more. Her soft voice was barely enough to inspire silence in some of them. Unabated, the woman continued singing.
'No Heaven or Hell? I thought humans cherished their myths,' I mused to myself, now fully intrigued by the unfolding events.
The woman continued on, singing of a world without conflict or war. The humans around her merely ignored her. As I had suspected, none of them seemed the least bit interested in words of peace. Her confidence was waning, her words seeming to fall into gloom. I truly had to congratulate this woman on her morals, but I knew that humans would never be able to accomplish those goals; not without my little ponies' intervention. Just as the woman's voice began to die out, a man stood and joined. The woman shot a look of truest thankfulness to the man, as they worked in synchronous efforts to encourage others to join the song. The duo sang in union.
They sang about peace, and how the ideal was not unreachable. I barely stifled a loud guffaw at the mere concept. Humans were far too chaotic to truly find peace on their own. More voices were beginning to sing, the song was now gaining more support. Ten humans sang in tandem, all encouraging the others to join.
The human chorus sang about the end of greed and famine, and the prevail of unity. At this point, I was beginning to grow annoyed at the human's repeated silliness.
"You can't have peace as you are now. That is why I am here," I thought; but the humans continued in spite of themselves.
Now, nearly half of the congregation sang, their voices echoing through the valley. I heard muttering coming from beside me and looked to see Flighty Feet mouthing along, a blank look of long-forgotten memories covering his face. The humans sang a final reprieve, about the union of humanity, their voices lifting their own downtrodden spirits.
"Live as one... But how, without help?" I had to ask myself.
The song ended, the people all clamoring to embrace one another. They all laughed and cheered, holding each other in friendship. I saw, but I couldn't believe. Harmony was, by nature, opposed to humans. There had to be something else at play here.
The scene was disturbing to me. Offensive, even. To see such a horribly... discordant species crowded together, unified in spite of everything, seemed completely against nature.
I turned to my commander and barked an order, "Flighty Feet! Begin mandatory conversion."
The pegasus newfoal jumped, startled out of a stupor. He looked to me with slightly unsure eyes, but nevertheless saluted.
"Of course, your majesty. By your orders, " the guard stated, as he had been trained to do.
He turned to the other guards, calling out the order. As they all rallied, I was left alone with my thoughts. So lost in them, I was barely even aware of the human's clamoring as the Agents of Conversion closed in on them. Some begged to be spared, others challenged my ponies, some merely stood still and accepted their fate. As the final humans were converted, I felt something. Something long overdue, and far too late.
For the first time since I had begun the cleansing of the humans, I felt a sliver of doubt.
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Good god...WRITE MORE.
I regret thinking that reading this story could have any other result than a downvote.
This story concept is so utterly disgusting that it gives me nausea.
those 18 likes are probably people who like the CB shit
Ummm how is this story bad?
3781959 Wow. That sounds so incredibly insightful now that I've read it.
3782048 Who else could it be?
3782131 A whole story concept dedicated entirely to the hatred of humans and worship of ponies, made by humans.
This sounds like a deeply perverted version of a certain German chancellor/dictator's view on a certain other group.
The thing about TCB is that it requires Celestia and Luna, and indeed, every single canon character, to act so horribly OOC that you might as well make them all original characters and save yourself some time. I have no idea where you guys get "Celestia has a hard-on for Genocide/Rape" from the show.
3782255
Did you read?
I agree with you fully, but it almost sounds like you're lumping me in with TCB fans.
3782163 You would think a story such as this would be used to point out humanities faults. Help us focus on what we must improve on as a species. But sadly this is not the case. It's just illogical and focuses on pony superiority. It's just a bunch of racist fics that, if I had my way, I would ban from this site.
3782270 They just need their own separate tag that is hidden by default. Like the "Maturity" tag.
Btw, I am sorry but I thought you were employing sarcasm in your first comment.
3782305 3782270
Neither of you actually read this story.
3782350 I read this story. The choice of song was well enough, but the result was still the same sickening result as most other stories of this twisted "genre".
Would you people shut the fuck up!
It's a story! A made up story for christ's sake!
Either read it or don't then move on!
3782350 There you are wrong my dear sir. It was horrible and that last line made it all the worse.
Bah! Hope and doubt are just emotions. If you feel that what you did was wrong, chances are, you shouldn't have done it... It just might bite you in the ass in the worst of ways.
"And they'll sing, and they'll sing, and they'll sing sing sing SING!"
The more Tia thought about the humans that sing,
The more Tia thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
3782416
Oh, you magnificent mother fucker! 
3782404
Well, good sir, you missed the point then. It was a satire of the misanthropic TCBs.
You decry them, and then decry me for decrying them.
Your logic is faulty.
3782449 Well killing(Conversion is good as murder if not worse) off the humans really helped show that.
I was hoping you of all people could pull something like this off; even after I saw the like/dislike, I had some hope. But God, this is just...horrible. Not in terms of grammar or something, but what you're writing.
I really don't know what's going on here; this seems like the most Tyrant Celestia worship story I've ever read. Heck, others I've seen at least give the humans a chance, show some way of keeping their culture and lives; this is just killing without any hope whatsoever.
The general amount of misanthropy is incredibly heavy here. Celestia's 'enlightenment' is nothing more than saying 'I won't kill you, just convert you'. Really? Forced conversion is the basic tactic of every Alt-TCB story; saying she's just murdering all the humans is even worse. And the ending, it's still terrible; forcing them to get converted, hell I'd rather die than lose what make me me.
It's only about 1,000 words. Maybe it would've been more interesting if you'd written more on what happened instead of just mentioning everything in passing sentences. Everything's just so short, passive, and focused on this one scene, with little actually in it other than 'Imagine'.
The idea that this Celestia (Who seems worse than most TCB Tias) is completely turned around at this single last instant by hearing this song feels a bit hard to believe. Like really, this is a whole new kind of Celestia. This isn't TCB Celestia; with her killing everyone, it's so much worse. This is less like The Conversion Bureau and more like The Holocaust Bureau.
Adding Imagine was supposed to make everyone feel enlightened, I guess? But Lennon's message of peace through it's lyrics seem horribly out of place; if they're defiant, they should sing a defiant song (though since you're worshiping the ponies basically, I guess any kind of defiance is out of the question). I'm sure normal Tia would love the song, but this one, who's bent on getting rid of all humans via killing or converting, is starkly contrasting to Lennon's view of coexistence and acceptance; to me personally, it's a tad insulting.
I'm not liking this, but I'm not disliking it either; I'm going to put some more thought into it.
3782449
This was supposed to be a satire?
For some reason, that just makes me feel worse. As compared to other satires I've seen...I just don't know what to say. All I know is that I feel as though I have to downvote this one. I'm sorry, but this didn't make me laugh like Colbert's satire or enlighten me like Animal Farm or some other satires. All it did was remind me of some bad Holocaust pictures; I know that wasn't your intention, but that's all I got from it.
Oddly enough, I support Narlepoax. I read the story and liked it
Despite the fact that I still hate you
3782483
It was not meant to be a humans go to war fic. It's a testament of the human spirit, not our fighting prowess.
3782521
Satires don't need to be funny.
3782486
Well, that's the point.
It was first person narrative, told from Tyrantlestia's point of view. Of course it was going to make you ill.
The protagonist was not where the charm of the story was, it was in the humans' reaction to futility, and Tyrantlestia's possible redemption.
Hmm.
I'm not sure what to say. I have a feeling that this might be a satire of misanthropic TCB stories but the problem is that the misanthropic elements are played straighter than a laser level, which makes it hard to tell.
As for Lennon's "Imagine" well, at least it made Xenocidestia doubt her motivations.
In truth, your summary made me think that the remaining Humans would give a "You Suck Speech" to Celestia and the Ponies before committing mass suicide in front of them.
3782590
Thanks. I'll take it as a compliment.
3782615 I wasn't talking about our fighting prowess. What we just read was a horrible genocide. One that Celestia just dragged out so she could have one final laugh in the very end.
3782617
I didn't say they had to be. Colbert/The Simpsons/You Natzy Spy are funny, Animal Farm enlightened me, 1984 scared me, Canterbury Tales/Huckleberry Finn/Dante's Inferno/Dr. Strangelove fascinated me.
What you wrote didn't do any of those.
3782642
I put down that she begins doubting herself.
How did you get a final laugh out of that?
3782652 Whoop de doo. She began doubting herself. For all the good that it did us.
3782641
It was a compliment.
Ok...maybe I don't hate as much as I used to.
....But the hate is still there!
3782659
If you're going to be immature and contrary, I'm going to cut this conversation here.
Okay, what the heck is up with these comments? Are they just on autopilot?
This looks like a (relatively standard) TCB world where (a) Celestia has no control over the barrier, and (b) she's force-converting them as a last resort because otherwise they'll die. She assumes they're being disintegrated because they were evil, but at the end she doubts whether that interpretation is correct.
So it's not a tyrant-Celestia story where she's on a crusade to wipe out humanity, and it's not a misanthropic story like most of the anti-TCB stories where humans are defined by evil, or even one of the stories they call misanthropic because in it ponies are superior.
3782627
Maybe if you bothered to write more than 1,000 words it would've felt more likely.
There are ways of doing these kinds of things. Schindler's List made me sick to my stomach, but I saw how he changed and saved people over the course of the movie and at the end, I felt him to be redeemed. You tried to do something slightly akin to this, shoved down into the minimum words for submission; it's way to complex a story for 1000 words.
This is basically: *Kill/ Convert almost everyone* 'You should give up' *Sing Imagine* 'Hm, nice music. Ok, I won't kill you, I'll just forcibly convert you'.
It's like you tried to redeem Hitler in 5 minutes worth or reading and in the end he says 'Ok, you Jews won't die; but your still going to concentration camps.'
My hatred for Schindler disappeared, my hatred for whatever version of Tia you made for this is strong as ever.
3782664 All I'm saying is that this wasn't as satirical as you are saying it to be. You just left it at "She felt doubt." That tells us nothing and sounds like all she needs is a good night's rest to be back on her hooves.
3782674
Good.
You should hate her. She's evil.
3782681
It's open to your interpretation. All I did was tell a story.
3782163
3782674
i.imgur.com/Nzs3Q8B.jpg
3782659
Thusly, why the story has the tragedy tag, generally tragedy means that the ending is sad or that the good guys don't win, or even that there weren't any good guys to begin with. Going in to a story with a tragedy tag and being surprised that it all ends badly is kind of pointless. Especially in a TCB story that basically states in the summary that humanity loses.
As for the story itself, meh it's too short for me to say much, I get the sentiment you were going for, but I find the whole concept of twisting TCB to make anti-TCB fics to be kind of strange at best, and downright petty and pointless at worst. I use to hate the TCB stories for twisting the canon characters into weird caricatures and the contrived nature of portraying the whole scenario as a good thing with little to no negatives, and being little more than blatant wish fulfillment. Lately I've come to hate the anti-TCB stories more for twisting the canon characters into mockeries of characters that were already parodies of the actual show characters, and basically turning humans into walking action movie cliches that in the worst examples of the genre, actually make me want both sides to lose, or just for the more rational humans and ponies just decide to fuck off to their own planet.
Your story isn't anywhere near that bad, sure it's short, tragic, and ultimately you have to wonder if it ever had any point, but I'll take tragic and introspective over the crap that makes up 99% of anti-TCB fics any day of the week.
3782697 Hitler > tCB Celestia.
3782688
Ok, in your message to 3782681 you said it's open to interpretation and opinion. But you told me I should hate her.
So which is it? Can I read and see as I want, or should I hate her?
I already hate her, many people already hate her; it's like your trying to inform us (once again back to this comparison) why we should hate Hitler, we already do. You just wrote something that felt like you were praising her. If anything, it didn't change my already low view of her; all it did was disappoint me in your story premises.
3782697
Ah, I really shouldn't...
Humans getting wiped out without hope for survival as a race? Only Chatoyance would approve of this sick image.
I didn't think you had an interest in TCB. Or is it more of a one-time thing where you go against the defining trait of TCB Celestia and shows that even she can feel doubt, even with her god complex towards non-ponies?
3782738
Unterganger's Dolfy > all other dictators.
3782751
I have more anti-TCB stories.
More hands-on, more fulfilling.
But, after this one's reception... I'm not sure I want to write them.
3782752 That is?
3782751
..Looks like someone finally got it.
I think the author just wanted to make the readers think.
3782751 Don't you dare utter that name! That waste of all resources that she has ever consumed should not be hinted at without censor.
3782771 Interesting turn of events.
I'm sorry that it wasn't very well received.
3782778 He did. Messages are sadly overshadowed by the general hate for TCB, though.