Ever wonder what kind of crazy ideas goes on in an author's head while he's writing? Well, here are a few examples!
These are deleted scenes and sections from the main story 'The Games We are Forced to Play'. If you have not read the main story yet, please go here.
Hello everyone! My name is Kablam Pony and welcome to the part of the show where I let you see some of the crazy tangents that occur in my mind while writing.
ADD is a wonderful thing and sometimes during the writing process, it shoots off into the sunset following a shiny object it saw on the ground before coming to a screeching halt to look back and realize that it wrecked three buildings, turned over half a dozen cars, and knocked down thirteen pedestrians (four of them being old ladies); then leaves me to make the long trek back to find where I left off.
Forewarning right now! This will not be a PG-13 section suitable for younger audiences! There will be extreme violence, gore, sexual themes, and possibly anything else my mind can think up of.
He looked over his shoulder to see the sky blue Pegasus loading up her back legs, grinning all the while. But her grin held a more sinister look to it. Her eyes were gleaming in the dark with ill intent; almost to the point of murderous desire.
Rainbow Dash bucked him hard in the rear sending him off the bell tower. But Rainbow had bucked too hard and Connor was heading face first towards the ground. He fumbled with trying to open his wings and he managed to get them to unfurl. But his wings snapped back behind him, too weak to hold the air rushing past him.
He flailed his forelegs in front of him trying to get some favorable orientation for the landing, but only made it worse by rotating more onto his back.
There was a sickening crunch and a thud as Connor hit the ground. He laid there sprawled on his back looking up at the bell tower, unable to feel his body. He didn't know it at the time, but the fall had broken his back and left him paralyzed from the neck down. He could still breathe and live, but there was no way he could move or really get any help from where he was.
Back at the top of the tower, he could see Rainbow Dash peer down at his broken body. He could hear talking at the top, but it was too far away to make any of it out. He heard someone shout, “SHUT UP!!” and then call out to someone near by. Maybe it was someone who could help? Maybe they were nice and could get twilight to come to the rescue.
~~~
Back at the top of the bell tower, Rainbow Dash peered over the edge to see the results of actions. She stared coldly at the blue body splattered on the grassy knoll below her. She could spot minute movements of a chest rising and falling. Her victim was still alive.
“Well? Is it done?” Fluttershy stepped out from the shadows inside the bell tower as Rainbow looked back at her approaching.
“Almost. He's still alive down there, but it doesn't look like he can move. Nopony can get up and walk away after landing on their back from this distance.”
“Gooood,” Fluttershy cooed with a small maniacal laugh, “Good, that will teach him from insulting us ever again.”
“SHUT UP!!” Rainbow spat, “The only reason you're still here is because you're useful at disposing bodies!”
Fluttershy growled dangerously at Rainbow who returned the death glare.
“Well? Aren't you going to go down there and finish the job?”
Rainbow glanced back to the edge and where the body of Connor still lie.
“No,” Rainbow smirked, “I'm going to let Pinkamena do that.”
She turned back to the edge of the tower and called out to the tree line near them.
“Alright Pinkamena! Your turn!”
Pinkie, or rather Pinkamena, walked out into the open air and in view of the tower. Her eyes were crazed and her hair flat like wet spaghetti.
“Is it finally time?! Do I finally get to take my revenge on that worthless chicken of a pony?!” her voice cackled at the prospect of getting back at the blue Pegasus in front of her.
“Yeah, whatever. Just make it quick! You got five minutes to finish the job and then we have to get rid of the body!” Rainbow snarled before returning to the shadows of the bell tower.
Pinkamena giggled with hysteria. She could now take out her frustration on the pony who dared insult her.
“I'll teach him... I’ll teach him! I’ll teach him not to call me names! I’ll show him what a real addict is like!!”
~~~
Connor laid there trying to move his limbs, but nothing happened from his commands. He breathed ragged short breaths from the fall. Sharp pains stabbed at his lungs and he theorized a couple of broken ribs poking him in his lungs.
He could hear hoof steps approaching down and slightly to his right. Slowly, a pink mare with long straight hair and crazed eyes filled his vision.
“So you think I’m an addict, huh?” the mare reached into her mane and pulled out a large, razor sharp knife ready to be used and cut into something, “I'll show what it means to be an addict! I'll show you!!”
She raised the knife high above his head and slammed the blade into his gut. It was a weird sensation. His mind expected the pain and Connor prepared himself to scream in agony, but it never came. The pink, crack-head mare continued to stab him repeatedly in his gut and it finally dawned on him that he must have broken his back when he landed, severing his spinal cord to the rest of his body. He could still breathe and his heart still pumped blood somehow, but he couldn't feel anything below his neck line.
Blood splattered on the ground and on his face as this murderous mare started pulling out his intestines out like a child trying to get the stuffing out of his present on Christmas day. He laid there listening to the repeated squelchy thuds of the knife digging into him and the crazed murderous laughter of his killer bathing in his blood.
A voice called out from above, “Times up! Kill him now and lets get out of here!”
The pink mare glanced up at the commanding voice then back down at Connor, staring him directly in the eyes.
“Too bad, I was going to carve out your chest cavity and watch your heart slowly stop beating...”
She raised the bloodied knife to Connor's throat and his eyes flooded with terror and tears. Connor knew death was inevitable. It was one guarantee in life that any being could count on. He just never expected that his life would end here in some strange world filled with fucking, murder crazed ponies. He wished that he could at least see his own world first before he died. He wanted to see his family, have one last ride on his motorcycle, at least bang one girl in his life!
But the cold blooded killer above him laughed at the fear and sadness pouring out of his eyes as the cold blade cut slowly into his throat. This time he did feel pain. The blade slashed its way through skin, muscle, veins and airways. It was agonizingly painful, both physically and metaphorically, waiting for the blade to cut all the way through his neck. Blood filled his air passage way and he gagged and coughed as his blood slowly filled his throat and lungs.
Connor wanted to cry. He wanted curl up into a ball and have someone, anyone, comfort him. He would even have settled for twilight to be there when he finally passed over to the other side. He just didn't want his death to be slow or painful, or both. Or he wanted someone to be there and comfort him if it was. He just didn't want to be alone.
But there was no one there for him. The only thing there was a hysterical pink pony with a knife drawn fully across his neck and blood pooling below both of them. There were no friends to be had here; only sorrow and crushing loneliness. By now, his anger should have taken over to hide the pain of sadness; but he didn't feel angry. He didn't want to feel angry. He just wanted a kind soul there for him.
As his lungs slowly filled with his own blood, Connor slowly suffocated from lack of oxygen. His mind felt blurry and hazy from both lack of oxygen and blood. Connor knew there was no saving him now; he had lost too much blood and his lungs were swimming in his blood. He could almost feel the blood drain from his brain.
The last thought he had was wishing twilight to be there. At least someone in this despicable world cared about him. Shrieks of evil laughter filled his ears as he finally lost consciousness on his grassy death bed.
Connor died that day in a world filled with secrets; tucked away and out of sight of the public eye. Secrets that held murder, torture, sadistic pleasures, and other unspeakable crimes against sapient beings that happened on a daily basis. He just happened to be one of the unlucky souls to be lost to that bottomless, black sea.
Connor felt his eye twitch a little and he stopped to scrub at it to make it stop. Eventually, he got it to stop but in his moment of pause he noticed a door slightly ajar off to his left. His curiosity peaked, he walked over to it to investigate.
“Connor?” Twilight called to him wondering what he saw but he was lost in his own world, too focused on the strange door. The door itself was already hard to spot if it weren't for it already being ajar and the door handle that simply blended too well into the wall.
Connor slowed his pace as he approached the door in question, trepidation and anxiety filling his being. What was behind this odd door? He slowly reached a hoof out to grab the door handle and he slowly pulled it farther open just enough to peer through.
Inside he could barely see anything because it was so dark. But he could make the distinct shape of giant pistons moving up and down in a hypnotic pattern. The pistons hissed steam every time they retracted back up before slamming down on a conveyor belt below. Chains rattled somewhere off in the distance and Connor spotted a row of coat hooks with lab coats splattered with something that looked like fresh blood.
The smell that hit Connor in the face was nauseating and made him want to gag. It was a smell that he had never smelled before, but his mind could only describe it as death and burning flesh. Connor's mind reeled at the possibility that this world could be hiding something so horrid as burning corpses and yet keep up such a light hearted exterior.
Connor recoiled back a step from the shock of what could be hidden behind this door, but his drive to discover the truth made him want to push forward. The door suddenly slammed closed and locked itself tight with a heavy click. Connor jumped in surprised and looked around to find the cause of the door slamming closed. Rainbow was quietly hovering overhead holding the near invisible door closed and giving him a serious look.
“Rainbow... what the hay is in there?!!” Connor shouted pointing frantically at the door.
“What is what in there?? I have no idea what you are talking about...” Rainbow responded in almost a robotic tone, still giving that serious look that was making Connor start to worry.
“Rainbow Dash, what is behind that door? What did I see? What did I smell?? It smelt like... burning flesh and death,” Connor was looking scared and worried as he looked to his flight instructor for answers.
But she gave no answers, “You saw nothing, Connor. Lets go back and join the rest of our friends.” her answers were not natural, like they were forced or she was trying to force Connor to forget what he witnessed.
“Like buck I’m leaving without getting some answers! What is in there?!”
“Connor, for your own safety,” Rainbow moved up next beside him and put a hoof around him, “Please, forget what you saw. It's something that I don't want you to know because once you find out about it ponies start to disappear; and it usually starts with those closest to you.”
She glanced over their shoulders and Connor followed her gaze. The pegasi workers in the room were all staring at them with hard, serious expressions; waiting for the next move to be made. Connor understood just how deep this secret went, and Rainbow Ddash was trying to protect him from making a possibly fatal mistake.
He turned back to look at the door in front of him. It molded so perfectly to the wall that there were barely any signs of a door there; no hinges sticking out, no frame, no seems showing an outline of the door. The only thing there that gave any signs of a door being there was the door handle.
“I guess it was just my imagination,” Connor said in an overly loud voice.
“Right! I told you, it was just a trick of the light! Now lets go before I stick your head in the purple pool! Ha ha!” Rainbow kept her hoof around Connor as she half escorted him out of the room. Connor felt extremely uneasy with Rainbow saying that last part as it felt more of a threat than it did a joke.
He kept his head facing forward as Rainbow lead him out, but his eyes were watching the rainbow workers carefully. They all seem to nod in agreement and deemed Connor not a breach in security and secrecy. Connor never imagined himself coming so close to government secret; but now that he brushed up against one, he wanted to keep as far away from it as possible for now until he had plans made to expose the dark secret and still get out alive without killing the rest of his current caretakers.
For now, he would just play it safe and let things be.
Twilight’s eye twitched slightly when she heard Pinkie Pie say she was going to ‘Throw’ a few names at her.
“Sure,” she said, “Go ahead and throw them.”
“Okaaay,” pinkie said warily, “But I must warn you, it may hurt a little bit.”
“Huh?” Twilight cocked her head to the side in confusion.
“Okay: what do you think about, ‘Magical Mystery Magicians’?!”
Pinkie pulled out a white object that looked like the block lettering of the name, ‘Magical Mystery Magicians’ in physical form. However, the next thing Pinkie Pie did was take the caption of ‘Magical Mystery Magicians’ and reel back like she was about to swing a baseball bat.
Twilight’s ears folded back, her eyes widened, and her face fell in terror as she slowly realized what was about to happen. Pinkie untwisted her body and swung the makeshift bat as hard as she could at Twilight.
There was a loud SMACK as Twilight was hit across the head. She rocketed towards the wall behind her with her mane and face flapping behind her as the wind pushed her facial features back. There was a sickening CRASH as Twilight’s head went through the wall and stuck out the other side with her eyes rolling around in their sockets. She shook her head a little to regain some sensibility and realized her head was now stuck in the wall with ponies laughing at the oddity of a princess in such a predicament.
Twilight blushed and propped her hooves against the wall behind her head and pushed. Her head popped loose and she tumbled backwards a little before landing on her butt holding her head again while her eyes rolled around some more.
“Uuuhh, Pinkie,” Twilight said dizzily, “What are the other names you wanted to try? Maybe you could try a different way of showing me.”
“Sorry Twilight, but you wanted to know them. Now, what do you think about, ‘Musical Cake Parade’!”
Pinkie pulled out another white caption from behind her and this time swung at the back of Twilight’s head, sending Twilight towards another wall; only this time she bounced off the wall and floor before coming back at Pinkie with her face smudged back again from the wind force.
Pinkie repeatedly pulled name after name out from behind her asking Twilight what she thought about that name before moving onto the next one.
Pinkie would yell, “WHAT ABOUT ‘GONE WITH THE WIND’, ‘FRISBEE CHAMPIONS’, ‘BALLOON BOMBARDMENT’, ‘ULTIMATE MUFFIN EATER’!!!!!”
Pinkie would swing and throw the names at Twilight who would bounce off the names from impact only to ricochet back off the wall, ceiling, or floor as Pinkie Pie batted Twilight back and forth like a pinball.
After a few more names by Pinkie, she bellowed, “WHAT ABOUT, ‘‘ULTIMATE HARD-CORE BATTLE ROYALE’!!!!!!!!!” With her final name, she raised it high above her head and slammed it down on top of Twilight with all her might. Twilight was crushed into the floor boards below her as Pinkie held her last caption. She waited a moment, then lifted to see the condition of Twilight underneath.
Underneath was a crater about a foot and a half deep with wood boards and splinters pointing up into the air. Twilight laid in the center of the crater with a drunken smile (missing a few teeth) and a stupid, wall-eyed expression on her face as she was knocked senseless and could only imagine a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on a rainbow.
She giggled quietly to herself and shakily said, “Look mommy! A pretty unicorn!”
Pinkie stared uncertainly at the results of sharing her ideas again, “Maybe I went a little too hard on Twilight…”
“Pinkie Pie!!” Pinkie cringed as the voice of the shop owners drifted down from upstairs, “Did you share your game idea names again?! We told you to stop doing that!!”
Pinkie cringed again, “Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Cake! I promise I’ll fix it!!”
“You better!” called the owners again, “I don’t want to have to make another insurance claim for ‘An accident’!!!”
“Yes Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie turned back to her friend who was now trying to touch the pretty, pink, fluffy unicorn, “Come on Twilight; let’s get you out of here.”
Twilight froze and her eye twitched as she fought back the urge to yell in frustration. Instead of wasting her frustration on yelling, Twilight was going to take her frustration out in a more constructive way.
“Dolls, you say?” Twilight said with a slight waver in her voice.
“Yes! These dolls I have been working on for such a long time. I hope you like them; they are very important to the game I’m making!” Fluttershy grinned excitedly as Twilight picked up one of the dolls she had set down on the table.
Twilight turned the doll over in her magic inspecting every detail on it; or, it looked like Twilight was inspecting the doll as her mind was filling up with other, darker thoughts.
“So, do you like them?” Fluttershy was almost bouncing in her seat in anticipation.
“Like them?” Twilight held up the doll in front of Fluttershy’s face before she ripped the doll in half before her devastated eyes, “I love them!” Twilight spoke with a crazed tone drawing Fluttershy’s tear filled eyes to hers. Fluttershy saw a darkened Twilight raise from her seat to cast a dark shadow over the room as all the curtains were drawn shut and the only source of light were the slow burning candles that were somehow lit in the room. The front door shut with a heavy, daunting, thud with a soft click of a lock turning.
Twilight was tired of ponies asking her for help on their games. It was always the same, damn question from every, single, fucking pony: “Princess Twilight! What do you think about my game?” “Princess Twilight! What do you think I should change to make my game better?” “Princess Twilight! Is my game good enough?” “Princess Twilight! Am I good enough? Do you think I should die? Do you think it should be a horribly painful, gruesome, terrifying death?”
“Yes,” Twilight said out loud, “I think it should be.”
She grabbed the tea set sitting on the table and smashed it against Fluttershy’s head. The set shattered on impact cutting Fluttershy’s face and almost knocking her out. She crumpled to the ground without making a sound. She laid there unsure what was happening, but she felt her body lift into the air by magic, suspended in front of Twilight like a doll on strings.
“I like dolls,” she cooed with a murderous tone in her voice, “let’s play!”
Twilight maneuvered Fluttershy’s body like a marionette puppet across the floor, giggling and cackling to herself and speaking in a low tone to herself.
“Oh Miss Butterfly, you are so pretty right now. I love how the red oozes down the side of your face. Oh!” she brought Fluttershy back and hung her in front of herself, “Oh, Miss Butterfly, you’ve gained some weight. Have you been eating too much lately? Here, why don’t we make your stomach a little bit smaller so you won’t be as hungry.”
Fluttershy’s eyes flashed open in terror as she watched Twilight levitate a dull table knife in front of her and bring it closer to her flesh.
“Please, Twilight! Stop! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you! just please, whatever you do, please don’t hurt me anymore!!!” Fluttershy screamed and cried for Twilight to stop, but her cries fell on deaf ears as the dull blade began to cut into her flesh.
Fluttershy screamed in pain and squirmed in her magical restraints, but the fighting only made the pain worse as the knife wiggled and twisted in the wound. Twilight was laughing manically as she cut farther and farther into the yellow pony’s flesh. Blood was pooling in the tea cups and on the table below as the horrifically, improper surgery took place in Fluttershy’s own cottage.
Screams of pain and suffering could be heard outside, but nopony was close enough to hear them. The cottage was too secluded from the world to have enough visitors pass by to take notice.
~~~
The sun began to set on the cottage, but the screams of pain had ended long before the sun ever touched the horizon. Inside the dark house sat a purple pony happily humming to herself as she methodically sewed up the hole in her new ‘Doll’. Beside her sat a small portion of what could have been a stomach; or maybe it was part of a liver?
Twilight finished tying the last stitch in her new toy with her magic before dropping the body with an unceremonious thud on the floor. Twilight stood up and stretched out her back before looking over her work. Fluttershy’s body lay below her sprawled out with three stitch lines across her belly. Blood was soaked into the fur coat and the wood works below. Her body lay lifeless on the ground as the loss of blood from her ‘Surgery’ slowly killed her over the course of the operation.
Twilight smiled to herself at a job well done and stood up to leave the corpse to rot in the house for who knew how long.
He stopped in front of the door, knocked twice and waited. His eye twitched a little as he heard a loud sniffing noise come from the other side of the door.
“Come in!” Connor did a double take from the voice he heard. The voice sounded like it was of African dialect from his world, but it sounded off like the nose being plugged or something. He slowly pushed open the door and peered inside the home.
He was greeted by an array of strange masks and bottles filled with various liquids, powders, and ingredients. A large cauldron sat in the middle of the home and was steaming with some kind of concoction inside of it. On a table nearby sat a zebra mare with a brown bag opened next to her and several white lines of some kind of white powder in front of her.
“Who are you?!" the zebra shouted, "I've never seen you before! What ever you plan on taking, I can assure you that it will be you're unmaking!"
"Uuuuhhh," Connor stuttered, "I was just told by Twilight and Spike that I could see you about getting some supplies for my game that I’m making."
"Oh," the zebra realized, "If you would please excuse my fickle mind, you caught me in a bit of a bind. I was expecting an enemy to come by, instead of a friendly to arrive."
“I kind of got that,” Connor jokingly chided, “Uum, do you want me to come back at a later time or...” he half moved towards the door wondering if he should leave.
“No, no,” the zebra sniffed a couple of times and wiped its muzzle with a hoof before smiling, “Please come in! Why don't you join me in what is about to begin.”
“And what is that?” Connor asked as he stepped closer to the zebra.
She spread her forearms before the table, “Come, and find out.”
Connor looked between the table with several white powder lines laid out and the strange zebra who was developing a strange twitch in one of her eyes. He juggled his decision between staying and finding out what this strange zebra could be talking about and simply leaving to find a different pony to get help from.
“Fuck it,” he thought, “Let's do it.”
He sat down on the other side of the table from the zebra and she smiled.
“Now, let your mind be free. Let it settle into the most relaxed form it can be.”
Connor took a deep breath, closed his eyes and relaxed. He calmed his mind and slowed his thought process as slow as it could be while still focusing on the zebra.
“Now, inhale and exhale. Inhale, and exhale. When you are ready, bow forward and breathe in the nectar in front of you.”
Connor opened his eyes and looked down at the white line that was moved closer to him. Now was the last time to back out and leave, but he was committed with his action and pressed forward. He bent forward and breathed in through his nose as he drew his muzzle across the table and the powder in front of him.
He finished sniffing and raised his head to the look at the ceiling. He coughed a little and waited for something to happen. Slowly, his vision began to shift between being super focused and viewing every possible detail in absolute clarity and blurring everything in view into obscurity. Then, strange bubbles began forming in his vision. Not like actual bubbles, but like different parts of the room began to warp into patterns that formed circles making one think there were bubbles.
Connor lifted his hoof to poke one of these bubbles. He reached out and it popped with an explosion of colors of all shades. The room was drenched with these new colors and Connor's surroundings melted away into this strange, smeared, multicolored dimension. He turned his head in all directions looking at everything around him. He stopped when he heard some sweet laughter in the distance. He turned to the sound and spotted a couple of ponies playing around. He couldn’t tell if they were young or old, mare or stallion, or beautiful or ugly; but he approached anyways.
As he got closer, the ponies took form. They looked to be roughly around the same size as Connor, give or take a few inches. Most of their faces remained blurry to Connor but he could tell that they were all smiling. One of them turned and said something to invite him in and Connor jumped at the opportunity to have some fun.
They jumped and played and chased each other around like they were all kids again. They all laughed and giggled and yelled at each other in good fun. Finally, Connor was wearing out and he slowed his pace to a walk. The ponies around him stopped their playing and faced him confused as to why he was stopping.
“I’m getting tired guys. Want to play something else?” he asked.
“Play something else?” one of them finally spoke.
“But we want to play with you! We like playing with you!” another whined.
“So do I, but I’m getting tired. So maybe we could play a different game!” he offered optimistically.
“Another game?” a third pony asked, “Okay, we can play a different game.” All three ponies smiled a sharp, toothy smile setting Connor on edge.
“Uuh, what kind of game do you want to play?” he nervously asked the ponies as they slowly approached him like an angry pack of wolves.
“It’s called, ‘Chase the blue pony’!” the lead pony leapt forward at him, but simultaneously transformed into a large purple dragon (but didn’t look like Spike) that looked like it wanted to eat him.
Connor tried to back pedal away from this large beast, but fell off a ledge that appeared behind him. He free falled into a black abyss below him and he rotated over to face the endless bottom. His equilibrium changed and told him he was no longer falling down, but flying forward into the black sky.
He looked behind him and saw a swarm of fleshing eating bats chasing after him. Connor panicked and tried to fly faster. He willed himself to out run the swarm behind him, but he could still hear their little wing beats behind him. He went faster and faster until a giant brick wall sprung up out of nowhere covered in large, deadly spikes.
Connor gritted his teeth as he struggled to stop his momentum. But he was going too fast and the wall was too large to avoid. He impacted the wall with heavy splat, but he was still conscious. He looked around and spotted his mangled body impaled in several places. The bats finally caught up to him and squeaked in delight as they began feasting on his torn flesh.
Connor started hyperventilating as he listened to the bats slowly devour his body. A single bat flew before him, but had the head of one of the previous ponies from earlier. It smiled that toothy smile before speaking again.
“Are you enjoying our game? I am! I’m having a lot of fun right now! Let’s keep playing!”
The pony smiled again before it opened its jaw wide filled with sharp shark teeth and bit down on Connor’s face puncturing his eyes. He let loose a blood curdling scream of terror as his face was slowly eaten away, bit by bit, by the fleshing eating bats.
~~~
Zecora watched as her new arrival twitched a little on the ground of her hut with some foam slowly flowing out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back into his sockets. she hummed in fascination as she watched and listen to this pony laugh like a school filly, run around her hut like he was being chased, flounder around on the ground while flapping his wings in an attempt to fly, and finally yell about how a giant purple dragon and flesh eating bat pony things were trying to eat him.
She frowned again as she studied the body before her, “Hmm, the first time is always the worst. But I’m sure he will return in a few terms. Oh, hello there little one! Are you here for some more fun?” she spoke to invisible entity only she was able to see as the drug on the table finally took effect with her.
Zecora smiled and hummed a sweet tune to herself from her homeland as she continued about her day. The visions and figments of imagination came to life in her mind and she played around with them throughout the day before sniffing another line of her special powder to continue the pleasant trip.
Little did she know, Connor’s heart slowly thudded to a stop as he apparently overdosed on whatever drug the zebra shaman had given him. His body laid there motionless and untouched while the zebra continued about her day until she finally came done from her high to realize that Connor was dead.
He took a steadying breath and let it out as he prepared for his last final goal in the conversation. His eye twitched a little and he scrunched his eyes shut to fight back the fear.
He turned to face the princess with all his might ready to spill this dark secret he had been hold back this entire evening; a dark and passionate secret.
“I think I love you.”
That quickly caught the attention of the princess. Her eyes flashed wide in surprise and she gawked at Connor below her.
“Wha-”
“Ever since I first came here, I’ve been thinking about what happened in the portal room,” he cut the Princess off before he could lose his nerve, “And I remember what I said about you and when I did that whole walk-around you. Even though I was pissed off and ready to beat the shit out of someone, I can still remember how you looked at every angle. After I left the castle and started living in Ponyville you kept coming to the front of my mind and, I just started liking seeing you at that angle. Your long legs, tall figure, perfect wings, your larger than life stature, and large, round, perfect curves…”
He trailed off waiting for a response from the ruling Princess, but she seemed far too stunned to respond yet so Connor continued.
“It started off small by just appreciating how you looked and then, it started, growing and growing into wanting to fuck the living shit out of you. I couldn’t hold myself back and I had to find ways to ‘Relieve’ my stress but it kept coming back.”
“You; love me?” Celestia repeated.
“Yes!” Connor answered with desperate desire in his eyes.
“And, you want to mate with me; is that correct?” she still gave him a bewildered and questioning look.
He nodded furiously at her question praying that she would be the angel to relieve him of his terrible pain.
“How long have you been suffering from this ‘Stress’ you have developed?”
“About four weeks now and I have tried everything I can to make it go away.”
She glanced away from his burning gaze a blush slowly developing on her cheeks. He waited in agony hoping that her response would be some form of ‘Yes’. She let a slight moan escape through her nose and she shifted uncomfortably like some deeply, buried desire was slowly returning to her.
“I… suppose we could find some way to ‘Help’ you. Perhaps tonight as well,” she bit her lip and gave a longing stare at him.
Connor’s eyes lit up like stars as his suffering was going to come to an end. He wanted to kiss her right there on the floor and maybe do a little bit more.
“So does that mean you wanna, uh, fuck?” he asked blatantly.
“I, I suppose we could do that right now. Maybe after the party we could- aah!” she yelped in surprise as Connor literally tackled her to the floor.
And then they banged.
Right there; on the floor; at the top of the stair case; in the middle of the party.
Everypony in the ball room stopped and stared up at Princess Celestia as her moans and screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room. The sound of flesh slapping heavily punctured the air like a chisel as a slow, methodical, electronic love song was played from the speaker system at the end of the ball room.
Her moaning grew more intense as Connor pounded to the beat of the bass and started nibbling down on her wings and feathers in foreplay. Drool started dripping from Celestia mouth and her horn began to glow with magical energy. With a final scream from her throat, she released the magic from her horn and teleported herself and Connor to her private bedroom just as he fired his first load into her.
They made wild passion for the rest of that night together in her personal bed. The two went as many rounds as they could trying every different position they could think of and trying every kind of place where Connor could relieve himself in. this cycle repeated itself several times for the next three days until the Princess finally decided that she wanted to have Connor stay by her side in loving marriage because of how much raw love and caring passion he showed to her as other ponies were only interested in her status as princess.
That week, there was a grand royal wedding held for the both of them. Ponies from all over Equestria came to see who was being betrothed to the ruler of the Equestria and the sun and to be surprised to see who it was.
After the vows were said and the lovers kissed, Connor and Celestia spent many evenings and well into the night mating with as much passion as the two could make together.
Several years later, Princess Celestia and Connor had several, healthy children of sons and daughters; all of them growing up to be wonderful leaders across the nation sending the world into another golden age of peace and prosperity. Celestia and Connor lived long and fulfilling lives together and the peaceful family lived happily ever after.
She shrugged and felt her eye twitch little from sleep. Twilight scrubbed at her eye for a second as she waited at the door. But in her moment of pause, she heard another sound coming from the next door down the hall; the door that led into the room Spike and Rarity taken.
It started off quiet like a whisper on the wind, but steady grew louder and louder until everyone in the hallway.
“Oh, OH! Oh Spike, that feels wonderful! Oh my, that is marvelous!”
Everypony’s face flushed with embarrassment while Twilight’s face seemed to burn with ashamed anger. Just what did Spike think he was doing to cause such a racket?
“SpiiiIIIIIIKE!!” Twilight growled.
There was no way she was going to let her dragon do something so stupid that it could ruin both his and Rarity's life while he was still a baby dragon; a BABY dragon for crying out loud!
Fire filled Twilight's vision as she stomped up the door that led to Rarity and Spike. She reared back kicked the door open with some assistance from her magic to make as big as scene as possible without kicking the door off its hinges.
She stormed into the room searching for her purple and green target. She scanned left and right until her vision locked onto a purple mass that could have been Spike. The yells of shock and surprise were faint voices compared to the roar of anger whooshing around in her head. She flared her wings angrily and reached out with her magic to grasp the purple object. When she got a good grasp of it, she yanked it from its place on the bed and held it upside down in front of her death glare.
“Whoa! Twilight, what are you doing?!” Spike shouted in surprise.
“Just what do you think you are doing!?” Twilight yelled back.
“Twilight, calm down! We think you might be over reacting just a bit!” Applejack and Pinkie Pie tried to curb Twilight's anger.
“You two stay out of this!” Twilight snapped back without looking over her shoulder. She wanted to make sure that Spike did not leave her sight.
“It’s not what you think, Twilight; honest!” he pleaded, “I was just giving Rarity a massage!”
“A likely story!” Twilight scoffed harshly, “Why else would Rarity be making such noises like that?!”
“Twilight, darling! Just what in Equestria do you think you are doing?!” Rarity finally screamed.
Twilight took a moment to glance around her dragon to see what state Rarity was in. Rarity looked perfectly fine with not a single hair in her mane out of place. The bed and bed sheets were in perfect condition with barely a wrinkle in them with Rarity on top of them. She sat there with her forearms crossed and a dirty glare pointed in Twilight's direction.
Twilight paused in her angry torment to analyze Rarity's reaction. It wasn't the ashamed or embarrassed reaction that she was expecting. Her anger turned to confusion as she darted back and forth between looking at Spike and Rarity.
“You mean he really was just giving you a massage, Rarity?” the fashionista nodded, “Then, you weren’t doing anything... you know...?”
“I have no idea what you are going on about, dear,” Rarity huffed, “But I do not take kindly to being barged in on my room and so rudely interrupting my relaxation period and preparing for tomorrow's events.”
Oh, umm...” Twilight gently put Spike back down on the ground with an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your... uh, I’ll just be leaving now, hehe!”
Rarity gave another humph as Twilight shut the door and returned to occupying the hallway. She let go sad groan as Applejack and Pinkie Pie stared at her confused.
“Now what in tarnation was all that about, Twilight?” Applejack inquired.
“Oh, nothing; I was just a little quick to, jumping to conclusions, that’s all,” Twilight tried to pretend that her previous outburst was reasonable.
“Oh Twilight, you are such a goof! What was actually happening is that you thought your Spike and Rarity were actually having s-” Pinkie was cut off when Twilight forcefully stuffed her hoof in Pinkie's mouth.
“No I didn’t! I was just remembering what I read in a book once and comparing to what I heard and how the two things kind of matched and...Hoooooh,” Twilight groaned again, “Can we please just go to bed now?”
Pinkie Pie nodded with Twilight's hoof still in her mouth while Applejack just raised an eyebrow again knowing what Pinkie Pie was about to say before Twilight jumped in and stopped her. Twilight pleaded with her eyes with Applejack to drop the matter. Applejack just snickered, finally unable to maintain her mask of neutrality.
Twilight groaned again as Applejack and Pinkie Pie returned to their room snickering all the way. Applejack and Pinkie Pie were never going to let Twilight live this down.
Connor held his eye contact with Patch for a few more seconds with only a single eye twitch before turning around to leave him and the paramedics behind. He was done dealing with this douche bag. he scoffed at himself; why did he throw away that hat and try acting like the bigger man? He should have kept the damn thing for himself and kicked dirt in his face. Whatever; it’s over now and he had better things to do.
“Hey!!”
Connor paused and peered over his shoulder at the one who was calling to him. Sour Patch was picking himself off the floor and growling like a butt-hurt kid who just got his ass kicked and wanted revenge.
“Yeah? What do you want?” Connor furrowed his brow.
“That match was bullshit an’ you know it! You went outside ‘f bounds so you should’ve been disqualified on the spot! Plus, you almost killed me with that dumbass stunt back there with almost flying into a cliff!”
“You’re just mad that you got your ass handed to you and can’t handle the fact that I’m better than you.” Connor turned back to leave him in the dust. “See you later, fucker!”
Sour Patch shook with the fury of being beaten down for so long, he wouldn't stand to take another second of it! He ground his teeth and spat, “I challenge you to a duel!”
Connor froze in place. “A duel, you say?” he glanced over his shoulder again and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
“Yeah! A duel!” Sour Patch practically screamed, “Old Appleloosan style! Two six-shooters, ten paces, loser gets pied!”
“Pied?” Connor thought. Never mind that; this was a man’s challenge right now and he had to accept it. And besides, he was getting another opportunity to rid this world of some stupid; or at least humiliate it even more!
“Alright,” Connor turned around and faced his nemesis, “I accept.”
Sour Patch gave a devilish grin. This city boy had no idea what he was getting into. He was one of the best shots in town; no way was he going to lose this! Sour Patch was going to put a bullet between this kid’s eyes! He pulled out a bandolier of rounds with two pie revolvers attached to the hips from behind his back and slung it around his waist. Connor cocked an eyebrow, but let it go as he knew where to get his own set of pistols.
“Hey Pinkie! I need to borrow your set of pie revolvers!”
“Sure thing!” Pinkie, along with the rest of the gang who were standing off to the side, pulled out a black and red bandolier with its own set of matching six shooters in their holsters. She tossed it to Connor who caught it without even looking and slung it around his waist. Pinkie was bouncing with anticipation while the rest of the group was looking confused.
“What are we all doing here?” Twilight asked.
“Weren’t we all just in the stands just a moment ago?” Applejack added.
“Don’t worry about it~!” Pinkie sang as she stuffed her face with popcorn.
Sour Patch and Connor glared at each other, already their ten paces apart, waiting for one to make the first move. Their hooves twitched and scratched nervously at the ground as the silent argument for dominance raged between each other’s glare. Connor swallowed the saliva in his mouth not breaking eye contact from Sour Patch. Sour Patch tipped his brim of his hat forward until he could only see Connor at the top of his glare. The air was tense with the grim reaper pony slowly circling overhead hoping to claim a life today.
“Almost ready…” Connor mused.
“Any minute…” Sour Patch sweated.
There was just a moment of pause between the two and then…
“NOW!” “NOW!”
Quick as lightning, the two gun duelers drew their revolvers and opened fired! Dust kicked up from the blasts of their barrels as almost a dozen shots went off! There was a scream from the bystanders on the ground and cries of terror and horror from the spectators still on the cliff edges. A murmur of anxiety and fear swept through the crowds as they all waited for the dust to settle and see who the victor was in today’s death battle.
They waited a second, then ten; finally, a breeze blew by scattering the dust to the wind to reveal the bodies. Screams and yells of outcry (along with a few fainting ponies) erupted from everypony as the dust revealed Connor still standing, leaning to one angle, and both of his guns drawn while Sour Patch laid on his back peppered with pie splatter marks.
Connor glared over his gunsights letting the smoke trail upwards from his barrels for a few more seconds before he righted himself and holstered his six shooters. He touched the brow of his new cowboy hat resting on his head and tipped it down over his eyes. He looked up, though, when he heard coughing from the dead body about ten paces from him. Connor walked over to the body of Sour Patch who was now sitting up with even more dirt covering his face and pie marks covering his chest.
“Uuughh,” he groaned wiping the pie from his chest to reveal a perfectly healthy torso. He glanced up again at Connor for the second time. But instead of having a look of hate and resentment, his eyes held defeat and acceptance. Another silent conversation passed between the two fighters at a million miles per second as the two understood what had to happen next.
“Sorry partner,” Connor said with his new country drawl.
He pulled out on of his revolvers and emptied the cylinder of spent pie rounds and pulled out a single metal round and loaded it into the camber. The cylinder gave a soft click and a whirl as he prepared the final shot of the day.
Sour Patch stared up at the pistol being loaded with his death sentence and sighed. Rules were rules after all and the grim reaper pony had to claim at least one life from every duel. The pistol was finally loaded and he stared up into the barrel of his executioner. The soft ratcheting sound of the hammer being pulled back on the gun told him of his final moments in this world.
“Sorry partner,” Connor said again, “But you lose.”
Before he heard the final bang, Sour Patch whispered out, “I know.”
