A Fitting End

by FeralFox

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Princess Celestia, Crossover
Length: 3186

WARNING; Reader Discretion is advised. The Vile Molestia meets a fitting end.

WARNING: Reader Discretion is advised. The Elements of Harmony have failed to purify Molestia, the wretched creature that was once Equestia's beloved ruler. With life carrying on in depression for the ponies of her kingdom, Khorne the Blood God sees fit to cast judgement upon her for her unpunished crimes.

Published 2012-02-14 06:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-14 06:54:02 UTC

A Fitting End

”A Fitting End”
by FeralFox

DISCLAIMER: You have read the description, you saw the “Dark” and “gore” tags, this is your final warning. This story contains scenes of graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised. Read on at your own risk.

Author's Note: This story is a request by an anonymous reader. This story, for all intents and purposes, is for him, but if you also enjoy it, good, if not, oh well. I'd appreciate it if you kept your comments about how you don't like these kinds of stories to yourselves, because if you hated them so much, why on Earth did you read it? Without further ado, let the story begin.

It had been two weeks since that fateful day. Two weeks since the horrid creature that is Molestia crawled out from within the depths of the once great leader of Equestia. Two weeks since the failed attempts by her subjects to return her to her former self. The Elements of Harmony had little effect on the wretched beast as she had created them herself, and thus, knew exactly how to deflect their purifying blast. During those weeks, the kingdom fell to pieces. No longer supporting a creed of love and tolerance, now there was only lust and depravity. There were several more attempts at reclaiming the Princess that they knew was still there, but none were powerful enough to match the Sun Goddess, even in large groups. Morale among those that still sought to rebel and reclaim their proper ruler fell terribly low, to the point of near exhaustion. Many of the leaders of the rebellion, such as the mane 6, were quickly captured and forced into the vulgar heathen’s harem, kept in a dungeon of sorts, deep within Canterlot Castle's walls, far from help of any kind. Any who committed a crime were subject to the Princess' vile and twisted fantasies. Fear quickly spread throughout the kingdom. As much as they abhorred their new ruler, the Royal Guard could do nothing but obey her horrible commands, for they were threatened with similar treatment.

The Sun rose from the horizon, giving the day its start. Although, the Sun no longer showered the lands with the warm glorious light as it had for centuries past. Now, the light it radiated carried with it a sickening feeling that seemed to further the depressive state of the citizens of the kingdom. The normal cheery hustle and bustle of Ponyville, for instance, was reduced to a somber shuffle. The happy greetings and smiling faces were replaced with unsure side-long glances and tired scowls tandem with sad, fearful eyes. They were all too afraid of doing wrong in the warped eyes of their malevolent ruler. Patrols of guards roamed the skies and roads by order of the Princess to search for any wrong-doers. Even the simple act of love-making had been outlawed by the corrupted creature. She wanted all of that kind of attention for herself. Any couple caught in coitus would be forced to continue before her for her amusement. It would be an insulting understatement to say that the ponies of her kingdom were unhappy.

As she finished with her duties raising the sun to begin the horrid day, she ventured down into the catacombs of her keep, where there was a single chamber reinforced with iron banded doors – the harem. She ordered the two guards that stood watch over the chamber door to unlock the several mechanical locks that covered the main enchanted lock. With the cover plate removed, Molestia slid her horn into the slot and forced magic through the door, unlocking it with a heavy 'chunk'. The door opened and she walked in arrogantly, swaying her hips as she cantered through the center of the large, open chamber. On the far left side of the room was a large mattress that sat on the floor, covered with pillows of all sorts. On the extremely large mattress lay Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Both Twilight and Rarity's horns had an enchanted band around the base, nullifying all magic and preventing anypony but the Princess herself from removing the previously banned accessories. Rainbow and Fluttershy's wings were bound to their sides with normal silk sashes, but any who dared to release them without the horrid Princess' express consent would be put through a gauntlet of punishments. Pinkie's hair was flat and lifeless, as were her now dull blue eyes as she stared blankly a thousand yards past the wall, neither reacting nor moving an inch as her wretched captor sauntered past. Molestia stopped at the foot of the expansive bed and the group backed up to the wall and whimpered, Applejack having to drag the catatonic Pinkie from her place. She turned to the frightened group with a malicious sneer stretching her wicked lips across her face. She stepped up on the bed and crawled towards the huddled ponies on her knees, sliding across the satin sheets like the venomous demon that she had become. She looked across the terrified faces of the mane 6 and stopped at Rainbow Dash, who was still trying her best to keep up a visage of bravery in front of her friends. The horrible Princess licked her lips and leaned in towards the technicolor mare with an evil grin.

“Oh, my, don't you look heroic, standing brave in the face of your ruler. Maybe I should knock you down a few pegs with some pegs of my own.” The vile mare chuckled as Rainbow's eyes went wide and welled up with tears. The pegasus cowered back down into the huddle of her friends, quiet sobs escaping her mouth against her will. The unholy alicorn chuckled to herself and backed up off the bed and continued walking through the room. She stopped and looked back to her other selections; cantering over to Cheerilee, who was dressed in a schoolfilly uniform. Her mane was normally kept in a ponytail, but she had taken the tie out to ease some of the pressure from her head. Molestia drew a playful scowl and drew closer to the schoolmare.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I thought I had ordered you to keep your mane to look just as the tail on your rump.” She said as she ran her gaze across the uncomfortable pony's figure. “My, my, you've been a bad little filly, haven't you?” Cheerilee was shaking her head franticly, her eyes wide with fear. She searched through the pillows frantically and pulled out the band, shaking as she put her mane back into a ponytail.

“I'm sorry, mistress.” She begged. “I-It must have fallen out, I didn't mean to.” The horrid ruler snickered.

“I just might have to punish you, won't I?” The fuchsia mare desperately hid behind some of the pillows that lay across the bed she rested on. The terrible Princess levitated the pillows off of the shaking pony's face and brought a ruler under her chin, forcing her to make eye contact. Cheerilee's eyes shook and welled until she burst out crying, scared out of her wits. Molestia dropped the ruler and left the sobbing mare with a pestilent grin on her face. She walked menacingly over to Golden Harvest, more commonly known as Carrot Top for her orange mane and tail, and the three carrots that adorned her flank. The Princess gave the produce proprietor a look that made her uneasy. Her spiteful gaze swept up and down the cringing pony and stopped to rest on her flanks. She grabbed a carrot from the table of food that lay at the far end of the chamber and gave it a not so subtle lick across its entirety.

“Mmm....I love carrots, don't you?” She said in what could have been mistaken as a civilized tone. The orange-maned pony slowly nodded. “These carrots are especially delicious” She ended with a sensual tone. “Perhaps you'd like to...experience them for yourself?” The shaken mare looked uneasily at the possessed alicorn. She looked to her crazed, manic eyes and followed them to where their gazed rested – her backside. Stricken with panic, the carrot farmer grabbed one of the large cushions and covered her lower half with it, shaking her head frantically. Molestia laughed and took a large bite out of the floating produce. She then sauntered over to her sister, Luna, who had been chained to the wall by her hind leg, forced to wear the same band and sash as the others. Luna shot daggers at her corrupt sister, not making a single sound as she approached.

“Oh, my dear, sweet sister, Luna. How I love my sweet...sweet....tasty sister.” She cooed. Luna didn't so much as flinch at the sentiment. Molestia leaned in and licked her sister from her neck, along the underside of her jaw, and off her chin. Luna remained stone-faced as her sister violated her face. Molestia stared into the fiery midnight blue of the Night Goddess' eyes before she herself frowned, unamused at the lack of a response from her sister.

She walked back to the center of the room and looked at all of her poor captives, her greedy eyes hungrily scanning each individually for her next victim amongst the numerous other ponies that she decided were 'worthy' of her personal harem.

Somewhere in the parallel dimension known as the Immaterium, the incarnation of hatred and rage itself began to stir in his brass throne, high atop a mountain of skulls, lost in a cast ocean of thick, crimson blood. The Blood God, Khorne, felt a shift in the balance in some far off universe. He could sense the taint of his rival Slaanesh seeping into a world in which it did not belong. Outraged, he decided to take matters into his own, massive hands. "Kharn, the Betrayer!" The Terrible God thundered, “Come forth, my champion!” In an instant, the terrifying leader of the World-eater legion himself was torn from the world he had previously occupied and thrust into the presence of his master. Kharn rose up and kneeled in respect upon being summoned. “MY LORD, WHAT IS YOUR WILL?” He shouted, over the rumbling of distant thunder and crashing tidal waves of blood.

"Go forth unto this world and purge it of the Dark Prince’s taint!" He ordered. The champion bowed to his living God, “YES, MY LORD!”, and in a flash of pestilent red light, left for the unsuspecting world of Equestria.

Princess Molestia has about to choose her first play-thing when she suddenly heard a strange noise, followed by the terrified screams of the two guards that stood watch at the door. She turned to the door to see a large, curved, toothed blade slice through the top of the door. All of the ponies in the room gasped save their horrid captor. After a second, the blade began to grunt and roar with strange revving sounds as the teeth of the blade began to move along the edge, cycling around back again. Now that the serrated edge was moving to its own accord, the blade began to chew easily through the reinforced wooden door. With a line cut the length of the door, it was smashed in twain, the two halves flying into the room, landing on the rugged floor with a muffled slam. Standing in the doorway was the lower half of a gigantic warrior, clad in massive, blood-stained brass armor. He crouched through the doorway and revealed himself. The colossus' armor was adorned with many skulls of various types. Atop the monstrous shoulders of the warrior there sat a massive helmet of similar composition. From the top of the helmet rose two broad, tall horns. The eye-slits of the helmet glowed with an unearthly tinted yellow light.

All of the ponies had huddled to the far corners of the room, as far away from the behemoth as possible. The Princess scowled and glared at the menacing figure. “What is the meaning of this?!” She shouted indignantly. The gargantuan warrior directed his attention to the pewter alicorn in the center of the room.

"CHAOS HAS COME TO JUDGE YOU, MORTAL!" The beast shouted. Molestia scoffed.

“Who dares judge me in my kingdom?!” She spat.

"SPEAK NOT OF YOUR DOMINION, BUT OF YOUR DEFIANCE TO THE LORD OF BLOOD!" The warrior bellowed. A look of rage overtook Molestia's crooked features.

“I shall defy all that I please, for I bow to no other!” She contested.

"INSOLENT HERETIC! YOUR SKULL SHALL MAKE AN EXCELLENT TROPHY! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!" The warrior cried in a frenzied blood-lust.

“You dare challenge me?! You shall pay for your acts!” The twisted princess responded. The berserker charged Molestia with his daemon-toothed chainaxe, Gorechild, scraping against the solid stone ceiling. Molestia's horn glowed with a green aura as a cloud of pure oxygen formed in front of him. Just as he brought the axe down, she ignited the ball of condensed gas, creating an explosion with the contained fury of the Sun, sending the weapon across the room, imbedding it into the stone wall. The warrior let out an enraged cry as he closed his fists, exposing the razor sharp teeth that lined the knuckles of his bloody gauntlets. Kharn charged the alicorn again, swinging at her head with his left fist. The princess evaded the swipe, only to be smashed in the head from a right hook. Dazed, she flared her wings and thrust herself backwards as her horn began to glow again. The furious beast charged at her, every stomp thundering through the expansive room.

Just before he reached his target, another explosion erupted at his face, stopping his charge dead and sending him reeling back. As the smoke cleared, his helmet showed the futility of the attack, as only a scorch mark was left. The fiendish glow of his eyes intensified as he gave another crazed battle cry. As he continued his charge as her horn glowed once more with the green aura. In a flash of light, Molestia teleported away, just behind the rampaging beast. Kharn stopped and looked about for his target when she unleashed a powerful kick to his back. The kick was glancing as his massive armor deflected most, if not all force from the strategically placed attack. The giant spun around, keeping his arm straight, and clubbed Molestia in the side of the head with the back of his fist. She stumbled sideways, the edge of her vision darkening before the berserker brought his spiked fist to her exposed side, rending a chunk of fur and flesh from her muscle. She let out a scream as the crimson liquid gushed from the gaping wound in her side, staining the pewter white fur that surrounded it. With a thrust of her wings, she distanced herself from the mighty foe. Her horn glowed again in tandem with the hole in her side. The skin stretched itself closed and new fur grew instantly, healing the wound in an instant.

The massive beast charged her once more, but this time feigned his left punch, causing her to evade right, directly into his other fist. The colossal impact spun the princess around, metaphorical stars in her eyes. As Molestia tried to regain her senses, she flapped her majestic wings, attempting to fall back. With a light punch to the shoulder, Kharn stunned his opponent long enough to grab hold of her left wing. He gripped the base of the feathery appendage, and with his clawed fist still in her shoulder, tore the wing from its joint. Molestia let out a terrible shriek as blood spurted from the flailing stub. She stumbled away, mind clouded from the agonizing pain in her back. She spun and stumbled and desperately flapped her remaining wing, trying to keep distance. Her horn shone brightly as she tried to create another fireball, but the light faded slowly as the searing pain of her dismembered wing broke her concentration, along with her spell.

She galloped away and tried to heal her wing when the warrior sprinted at her, and with one large bound, brought his massive leg in a sweeping motion, connecting with her left flank, shattering her hip and both hind legs. She screamed out in pain as she collapsed to the ground, her horn desperately trying to repair her injuries. Her head spun with shock as her thoughts were lost to the immense pain she was enduring from all sides. With his left hand, Kharn grasped the corrupt Princess' wing and crushed the bones in his grasp while dragging his right fist down across her side, leaving 3 gruesome, crimson trails along her left flank, thick red blood cascading unto the ground from the fresh wounds. She kicked pitifully as her horn channeled every ounce of magic she had left into a healing spell. Kharn took note of the repeated aura and grasped her muzzle with his right hand, and her horn in his left. With ease, he snapped the spiraling bone from her skull. Molestia screamed at the height of all possible agony as the most sensitive part of her body was torn off. She flailed miserably on the ground beneath the raging leviathan, before seeing a large shadow cast itself over her. She wailed in misery for moments on end, twitching and spasming from the intense pain until shock set in. She looked up at the monstrous worrier with eyes dilated from fear.

“P-please, I surrender! I-I repent! Spare…me, I-I beg of you!” She cried out desperately.

"NO MERCY FOR THE ENEMIES OF THE BLOOD GOD!” The murderous beast shouted. With that he lifted up his massive foot and brought it over the mutilated Princess. Her eye went wide as she screamed from the very depths of her soul. Kharn brought his foot down on the alicorn's skull, smashing it into a gory mess. The mutilated corpse of the Princess twitched several times before settling down in cold death, a large pool of crimson fluid spreading from around the body. The crowds of ponies looked on in abject-horror at the gruesome sight. He walked over to where Gorechild had been sunken into the stone wall and pulled it out with little effort, before turning to the huddled mass of ponies.

"Flee now, fools! For such is the fate of all who defy the will of Khorne!" The crowd of ponies trembled in fear as he spoke. After a moment, a sickening red light shimmered around the warrior, turning into a kind of bloody mist. In an instant, the towering colossus vanished, leaving behind nothing more than a scorch mark where he once stood.

Nopony dared move from the grasp of the other, still dazed by the horrendous scene that took place before them. Several of them burst into uncontrollable fits of crying, while others merely shuddered in disbelief.

Postnote: I may add an epilogue if requested. This was just a short one-shot for one whose name shall remain undisclosed, not a full-on story. I hope you enjoyed.

-FeralFox