El Equesterismo

Chapters

The Bad Time
The Past
The Gossips

The Bad Time

“Oh, youth! Still dreaming until now. You ask Spain for equal rights, but what you gain are chains. You aspire to become Spaniards not realizing that you're killing your own identity. What will become of your future? A nation without identity and freedom? All your traits are borrowed including your defects! You shall perish even before your death comes!”

— Crisostomo Ibarra or Simoun to Basilio in Chapter 7 of El Filibusterismo by José Rizal

El Equesterismo
Chapter 1: The Bad Time

Once upon a time, in a magical land of Equestria, there were two regal winged unicorn sisters who had ruled over the land for a thousand years in harmony. Born from the deities of time and space who control and govern the universe together, Chronos and Galactica, the two princesses were given great celestial powers to raise either the sun or the moon. For their abilities, they were named after their magical powers. The elder sister who can raise the sun for the day was named Celestia, while the younger one who raises the moon for the night was named Luna.

A thousand years ago, using the most powerful magical force in all of ponykind, the Elements of Harmony, Equestria was freed by the two armed princesses from Discord who once reined the nation in an eternal state of chaos and disharmony and sealed him forever into stone. From that moment on, Celestia and Luna ruled Equestria in harmony.

However, things only became worse. The princesses, in their hubris, casted an immorality spell in accident and the whole planet fell into a state of a huge, continuous orgy. Therefore, harmony was badly dissolved in Equestria and affected the system of peace once present in the world. And from that moment, to maintain their eternal beauty and youth, the princesses prepare rituals to sacrifice virgin mares, even if it means bringing disharmony and injustice to their nation.

To hide their true lustful nature, orgies were kept hidden from the eyes of the public world and Princesses Celestia and Luna set out rules on morale called the “Code of Celestia”, with a certain list of religious commandments the ponies wish to follow for the building of moral behavior in Equestria. The Equestrian monarchy have placed a nasty conspiracy, that the Princesses were responsible for such immoral libertine behavior that was hidden and made series of orgies and rapes that affect the potential of the victimized ponies.

A thousand years later, the nephew of Celestia and Luna, Prince Blueblood have begun his sexual genocide upon the ponies in Canterlot as a libertine, slowly making the citizen ponies realize the true nature of the Equestrian monarchy and succumbing them into fear as Blueblood continued his damned quest.

He began when he denied access to the dressmaker’s family. Therefore, Blueblood was forced to, by bringing sexual harassment upon the family. Blueblood was being pleasure by the eldest daughter, while the mother and younger daughter were eating themselves out. Afterwards, the prince raped the youngest mare horribly and without mercy. Later, the father of the fashionista accused for murder was found guilty and executed afterwards. After which, the mares of the family were deceased due to the effects of the poison from the wine they drank, and their bodies were fed to the palace dogs. Blueblood was like an ugly fiend who longs for power that doesn’t even relate to morale values. He kept the fashionista’s dress as one of his treasure.

Next, Blueblood took out the heretic, who was once Celestia’s student and now claimed studies of irreligious science and spoke words of blasphemy against Celestia, to be raped horribly by him and the captain of the guard, who was the heretic’s brother. All of her works of blasphemy were burned and the fire surrounded the defenseless heretic in the town square, who died due to loss of blood before the fire consumed her and a ton of ponies released urine on her without killing the fire. Realizing of his greatest mistake and thinking he could not live alone, the captain committed suicide by jumping off a castle building. Blueblood removed the heretic’s unicorn horn and it was added to his collection.

The gypsy was the next victim of Blueblood. She was, in fact, a happy mare, until she was raped by a royal guard before the spoiled prince accused her as an evil witch, took sexual action against her. What was worse is that she was pregnant, carrying a foal which could have been born as a consequence of her rape. After the witch was raped, Blueblood let out tons of water in her wagon. Unable to breathe, she and the foal she was carrying in her womb were both killed in drowning. He took out a lock from her mane, which actually smelled pleasantly, and it became one of Blueblood’s valuable treasures.

The distillers, who were siblings to each other, were selling ciders in various areas in Equestria and have been under great business, until they were accused by the same prince. The distillers have been commiting incest rapes amongst themselves caused by their eldest brother who was drugged and poor old stallions came into place and raped the three siblings. The youngest mare was murdered by several rapes and terrible loss of blood. The elder mare was killed next by a special plague casted by a zebra necromancer and lastly, the stallion, the eldest of the siblings, was put to death by the same deadly plague. Blueblood added a barrel of cider that the dead family once had as part of his collection.

During the Blue Moon Saturnalia, Prince Blueblood declared the 120 Days of Blueblood and sent forth orphans, both fillies and colts, to be subjects of the horrible event. Among those orphans were Diamond Tiara, daughter of her stepfather Filthy Rich who was a libertine friend of Blueblood; Silver Spoon, Scootaloo, Truffle Shuffle, Featherweight and Pipsqueak. They were trained to have sex with libertines by being molested by libertines Fancy Pants, Fleur-de-lis, Filthy Rich and Prince Blueblood, just to be prepared for the climax of the event.

To make matters worse, a nun from the Church of the Holy Sisters broke in to Blueblood’s room, and gave him sexual pleasure for the prince to be distracted until she tried to kill him but failed. She was captured by Blueblood and was sent to the guillotine to be executed for attempted assassination of Prince Blueblood. Before she was put to death, the nun was raped by Soarin’, the new captain of the guard who replaced to former who killed himself, and a hunchback. After her head was taken off, the prince took away her dagger, the weapon used in a failed attempt to kill him, and it became another of his precious treasures.

By the end of the 120 Days, the orphans were ascended to the royal room, and in that terrible moment, they were badly molested by the libertines. And as the Princesses joined the orgy, things around grew worse. Blood flowed from the poor children’s cunts and as a consequence to the worst orgy of their lives, they had their spirits and hopes broken and months later they lost their will and ability to speak coherently. Celestia and Luna had finally shown off their aggressive nature, and therefore, Blueblood was nearing his ascension to the throne, as the Blue Moon Saturnalia ended. As a secret to achieving eternal life, to become king, the prince must find the mare of his life in order for both of Blueblood and his wife to finally gain eternal life.

The Prince sent out a royal proclamation to find a perfect mare for him who loves and desires pleasure from rape and torture, before his birthday. Blueblood sent out mares to be proven worthy as his wife, and when they fail or try to escape from the bratty prince, they get horribly raped by royal guards and imprisoned. Unexpectedly, Prince Blueblood spotted the mare of his life, who was a groundskeeper, born mute, therefore unable to speak, and loving towards nature. He fell in love with her and so was she. They decided to get married. The union between the two ponies began as Blueblood and his mare both drank a holy cup which contains the blood of the virgins the Holy Sisters sacrificed. As they drank and married each other, eternal life was gained in them. At that moment, Prince Blueblood became King Blueblood. All the power in Equestria was now on his hooves and ushered an era of unending orgy of rape and torture amongst all of ponykind in the once-harmonious but now-doomed Equestria.

Morale and virginity were slowly decreasing all across Equestria by the coming years. Blueblood was given the absolute power to rule all over the ponykind, and since then, nopony ever thought of defiance, resistance and betrayal against the new supreme king of Equestria. King Blueblood was pleased of watching hideous orgies of rapes and tortures with some followed by deaths and murders. However, his wife, the groundskeeper who was now Queen, was not. She was very ashamed and guilty for marrying a stallion whom she thought was kind but in fact, he was a snob and a sexual harraser, even towards his own wife. She never knew that even his own wife was a victim to Blueblood’s countless rapes.

Midnight after the wedding, inside Blueblood’s royal bedroom, Blueblood, the new King, had his new wife, the groundskeeper now called the Queen prepared for him, as he ordered her awhile ago to wear panties to cover her crotch so that she can be prepared for King Blueblood. The lights are out, darkening the room, and the only thing that brightens the room is a single lighted candle on a table beside the bed.

As Blueblood slowly walked closely to his wife, the groundskeeper felt scared and moved back a bit with every step she took.

Finally, she climbed onto her husband’s bed and lied on her back. Although she was a pegasus, the groundskeeper could hardly fly and escape from Blueblood. Besides, the ropes tied up her wings very well. She couldn’t get through the doors since they were locked.

As the groundskeeper was backing off on Blueblood’s bed, he climbed up the bed and his face was staring directly at his wife’s soaking marehood covered by her panties she was ordered to wear.

She was trapped by King Blueblood. The groundskeeper was feeling the heat building up inside her through her clit, as Blueblood sniffed at her pleasant marehood, which pleased the sadistic stallion. It smelled like the most pleasant flower a pony could smell. The King’s member began to stiffen, erect and enlarge.

Blueblood used long licks around his wife’s labia lips as he slowly strip and remove the panties from the groundskeeper with his hooves and not magic.

The groundskeeper’s pleasure was starting to build up and intensify as her husband was teasing her around the neighboring areas of her vagina with his playing tongue. She was gasping and sweating with bliss.

He finally took off the panties off her and tossed it to the other of the darkened room with his unicorn magic.

“Be quiet, mare!” Blueblood ordered as he saw the groundskeeper’s face with tears forming her eyes due to the fear of losing her virginity. He doesn’t ever care if she loses her virginity, because she was about to submit herself to Blueblood. She tried to protest, but she was a mute mare and cannot speak, therefore, giving the King a mutual advantage.

“Don’t worry,” he continued as his face was close to his wife’s soaking vagina, smelling it, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Blueblood stuck out his tongue from his mouth super-close to his wife’s clit. His tongue was prepared to enter inside the groundskeeper’s genital.

The King was ready and the groundskeeper looked at Blueblood. He started pleasuring her with a very long and slow lick on her hot soaking marehood. The groundskeeper’s eyes became wide in shock in that moment. She began gasping in pleasure to the cunnilingus.

He continued licking her labia slowly and with every lick, it became slightly faster. Vaginal fluids were flowing out of her clit. The mare was so horny at that moment, she felt like she deserved it from Blueblood. Despite her slight immobility, the groundskeeper attempted to thrust her backside into the stallion’s face. He thought that her marehood was more delicious than any tasty fruit a pony ever tasted and was happy to have a meal of herself.

After continuous licks lapping up some more of her liquid, Blueblood opened his mouth and began sucking the mare’s clit.

While sucking it, his tongue was flicking on it. The groundskeeper felt very amazing with the cunnilingus Blueblood was performing at her, at the same time, completely ashamed. He stopped sucking and opened his mouth wide but his tongue was still flicking against her clit.

Blueblood went back to licking her marehood, but this time, a bit harder. After hard licks, he buried his tongue inside the vaginal walls. The groundskeeper gasped heavily in excitement as sweat was flowing out of her body.

As sexual pleasure in her was reaching its peak, Blueblood was sensing his wife was very close to reaching her climax as she gasped heavier and heavier. He immediately moved his tongue away from the groundskeeper’s pussy, thus, denying her orgasm.

She was disappointed that she was given a great sexy simulation on her beautiful clit and yet, her orgasm was denied. She enjoyed that very much and yet it was wasted just for nothing.

“I’m not done with you,” Blueblood snickered, “I’ve got more.”

He crept up towards the lying mare and was on top on her. The two ponies were doing the missionary position.

Blueblood’s dick was fully erected and ready to enter inside the groundskeeper’s sex organ.

His hot throbbing member was pointed very close at his wife’s marehood. The collision and conjoining of two sexes was drawing very near.

As Blueblood’s penis was rubbing the groundskeeper’s vagina, she closed her eyes in fear and tears flowed freely from her closed eyes. She wanted to scream if only she can speak. However, he drew his lips and touched hers’. That kiss was lustful and distracted his wife from being concerned badly.

While Blueblood was kissing and distracting his wife very deeply in the lips, his member entered and penetrated hard inside her marehood. Her eyes widened as she felt the pain from her penetrated pussy and broke the kiss. She opened her mouth and let out an inaudible scream. She felt completely ashamed as she felt that the dick of her husband was too big, and it entered her sexy pussy, making it very painful for her.

The stallion Blueblood, however, was in a state of bliss. Every whimper from the defiled mare brought his member intense amounts of pleasure, her tears made him pulsate, the blood from her torn hymn drove him into a frenzy of hard fucking that was so hard that the groundskeeper's nether region started to bruise and ache.

The libertine King was licking and teasing her sweat-covered body while penetrating her. It made the groundskeeper want to squeal in excitement but she couldn’t.

He was having a bit of trouble getting his dick in and out due to the mare's tightness. She was one of the sexiest, most beautiful and tightest mares he had ever defiled. She was so tight he felt like his dick was being constricted by her vaginal walls. It felt amazing.

Blueblood sensed once again that she was about to cum as he heard that heavy inaudible but breathy gasps coming out her mouth. But this time, he let her approach to her climax.

Her cunt seeped sex juices from the stimulation from the unwanted pleasure, making the stallion's dick slide in and out seamlessly, even with her tightness. Blueblood smiled a sadistic smile as he felt a sudden rush of wetness come from his wife's cunt. The groundskeeper felt like she was more of his sex slave than his wife.

He pumped in very hard, harder than the previous thrusts and placed his hooves on his wife’s face. Her mouth was slightly open and he licked her tongue lustfully. It was followed by another deep sloppy kiss with two tongues licking each other inside their two conjoined mouths.

King Blueblood smiled sexily at the groundskeeper. He had broken her and he loved it. Her orgasm had loosened up her pussy a little and allowed him to go even faster and soon found himself on the verge of orgasm.

“Ooooh, I love you, my honey!” said Blueblood between gasps of bliss, “I’m getting close! I’m about to cum!”

He was really getting close as his pleasure was reaching its zenith and he was about to go to his climax. His wife merely let opened her mouth and widened her eyes as she felt her husband shoot his hot, sticky load into her moist vagina.

That was the last straw for the groundskeeper. She broke down sobbing as she felt the semen flood into her abused pussy. She covered her face with her hooves and started bawling. After one last rough thrust shortly after his orgasm, Blueblood pulled his member out of his wife’s severely torn marehood.

“Now, I’m through here,” he finished as he climbed out of the bed, blew off the fire in the candle and walked to the doors, opening them as his dick began to shrink, “Anyway, I’m going to the showers to clean myself. Don’t worry. You will sleep beside me in that bed. Good night, my love.”

Blueblood smiled sadistically and left the room, closing the doors with magic, to take a bath in the shower room.

Meanwhile, inside the dark bedroom, the groundskeeper just laid there in Blueblood’s cum-soaked bed, crying, with the cum Blueblood just ejaculated earlier flowed off from her cunt. After this she really did believe she was a bad pony. She believed she was because she trusted a tyrant whom she thought at first as a handsome and generous prince. She just laid there crying all night.

She finally had enough. It would have been better if she never married Blueblood, but it already happened. She knew that the world was such a cruel place to live right now and not worth living for. She thought she doesn’t have anything left to live for. And that was why, the Queen decided to end her own life.

Blueblood and the other ponies of Equestria mourned for the loss of his wife, who had just become Queen in a few days and then committed suicide afterwards. However, after lamenting for a day, Blueblood just turned his eyes and mind off the dead mare and regretted nothing. For the entire time, Blueblood wanted to marry a mare who appreciates his activities, so that he can gain eternal life and total power and dictatorship over Equestria, who were now his. He foolishly tricked his own wife and used her as a tool to become a cruel dictator.

Until that day, nopony ever knew about the true nature and maliciousness of the Equestria monarchy that acted nastier through the years passing. There was not a rebellion in the pony nation of Equestria, and nopony foolish dared to defy the absolute authority of Blueblood’s kingship.

Until finally, there was one stallion who would try to end it all.

For him, his country has a social cancer that should be exposed to all Equestrians. And to that end, he intended to record his nation’s condition faithfully, without prejudice. He would lift the shroud that covers the evil, sacrificing everything to truth… even vanity itself. For as a citizen who pities the victims of oppression, he was conscious of his own defects and weaknesses. This “magical” yet impure land of Equestria contained certain secrets and revelations, so scandalous that nopony dared to know about or reveal them. He has attempted to what others refused to undertake. He tried to correct the eternal slander which for over a millennium has been attributed and contributed to Equestria.

Desiring the ponies’ common welfare and searching for the best cure, that stallion had done what the ancients did with their sick. They lay on the castle steps so that anypony who comes to pray might offer them as remedy. He has unmasked the hypocrisy which under the libertines in guise of those loyal to religion and royalty have impoverished, raped and brutalized everypony, both mare and stallion. He has distinguished true religion from false beliefs and those who exploit the Holy Word and serve the fellowship of the Holy Sisters that made the oppressed and commoner Equestrians believe in their lies which had put the pagan religion of Princesses Celestia and Luna to complete shame.

Outside the castles of Canterlot, in the town square, escorted by a group of royal guards, a pegasus mare with golden coat, black-and-gray mane and tail and a compass rose as her cutie mark, and four royal guards treating her ultimately brutally, were marching to the center of the town square for the explorer mare to be publicly humiliated.

The first royal guard was a unicorn using his pulsating member to penetrate her roughly in her marehood and his dildo with his unicorn magic to thrust deep inside her tight asshole. The second was a pegasus making the treasure hunter mare suckle his dick deep within her throat. The third was another unicorn whipping the poor mare and thus, bleeding her body in the process. The fourth was an earth pony, using a rope that tightly tied up to the mare’s wrapped hooves to pull the mare forward forcefully.

“You stole a treasure from the King! You should be punished!” the whipping guard shouted.

By the time she was captured by the guard, she was stripped off her clothes, lost her hat and began to be sexually violated by royal guards to be punished for that “theft”.

A group of stallions shouted out loud for the mare to be raped so badly she could die. A few mares cheered for that merciless act, but most of the mares cried for mercy and spare the life of the mare. But the guards were too busy to hear the mournings and cries of the mares who were having for the defiled explorer mare.

She was continuing to be whipped and raped, both anally and vaginally. Cum was filling both the mouth and cunt of the poor violated mare. Blood was flowing from both her anus and pussy. She couldn’t breathe due to being gagged by the penis she was forced to suck and taste at. The explorer mare was greatly embarrassed and humiliated. She fell down to the ground and tears began to flow from her eyes because of the extreme sadness she wallowed in. Her body was dirty, ragged and bleeding. Her mane was messy and she couldn’t escape since one of her wings was damaged long ago in one of her adventures, thus she can’t fly. The mare can’t take it anymore, not wanting another second of being harassed by the brutal royal guards simultaneously.

He had lifted the curtain to show the truth about Equestria’s oppressive and tyrannical government, disclosing to its fellowponies their defects, their vices; their culpable and cowardly indifferences resulted in their own misery.

In his conquests, he tried to correct the harmful accusations and destructions against fellow Equestrians. He brought out in the open the sad state of his own motherland, all their grievances and frustrations.

His name is Revolt Strike.

He is a dark-blue unicorn stallion, with black mane and tail, and a sickle crossed with a lightning bolt as his cutie mark. A cutie mark resembles one’s special talent, if not destiny. His resembles his anger towards the libertines and his ambitions to strike and cause an uprising in Equestria.

He has set the eyes and persona of those who were disgusted by the tyrannical reign of Blueblood and the Equestrian libertine monarchy. For this, he has said that all the ponies must be one if chaos was to end in Equestria and they can live in peace. He asked for reforms to change the order in his country but he failed. And because of unexpected circumstances and malicious happenings he witnessed with his naked eye, he was forced to assume another identity.

Revolt Strike assumed the disguise of another pony, under the name “the Philosopony”, a wise philosopher working and praising the Princesses with his absolute loyalty. He has the same coat color, but he has longer mane, thicker beard, sharper horn and red iris on his eyes. He wears blue-tinted glasses and a black uniform with pants on his hindlegs to completely cover his cutie mark and hide his true form. He has pretended to work with the libertines, but in fact, he secretly was against them and constructing a plan that would end the injustice in his abused nation once and for all.

Author's Note

My first clopfic/rapefic is here! Man, that was hard work. But that was worth it! I made it all by myself. Plus, this introduces the main character of the story at the end of the chapter. I will look forward to publishing more chapters and I hope you enjoy the first chapter of "El Equesterismo".

By the way, here is Revolt Strike, my OC and the main character in this story:

and his disguise, the Philosopony:

— The King of Kings

The Past

“What son would not be enraged? Is this how the Church shows compassion? You deserve to die!”

— Crisostomo Ibarra to Father Damaso in Chapter 34 of Noli Me Tángere by José Rizal

El Equesterismo
Chapter 2: The Past

The Antlertic Ocean, 230 m from Equestria's nearest shore, July 5, 1006.

Early in the evening, in a high-class luxury ship going home from Amareica back to Equestria after a month-long vacation to celebrate the 4th of July, the national holiday for the United States of Amareica, Fancy Pants and Fleur-de-lis approached to King Blueblood who was beside his other libertine friends Filthy Rich and the Philosopony, at the deck of the ship.

The unicorn stallion gave the King a report, “Good morning, to all of you. Our ship’s machine is only running half a pace.”

The whole group was almost worried about the issues on the ship’s slow speed due to slight problems in its engines and machines. They actually don’t have time to fix those problems for they have to go back immediately just as the sun sets.

“Your Majesty, why don’t we just hurry up?” Fleur questioned.

“If we go faster, we will go through those fields, Mr. Fancy Pants and Mrs. Fleur-de-lis,” the King answered.

“Even if this may happen,” replied Fancy Pants, “there’s no good lake in this land! We can’t go there, because it would be slightly far from Canterlot.”

“The solution is very easy,” the Philosopony responded, “and I don’t know why nopony thought of this. Open a newly-filled river on the canal, and shut down the former River Neighle.”

“However, Sir Phil,” Filthy Rich protested, “Where will you get the exact funds to pay for the workers?”

“There’s no need, Filthy Rich,” the dark-blue unicorn answered, “for the future workers are all in prison.”

“Not enough prison space!” said King Blueblood,shaking his head in rejection.

“If so, then hire the civilian workers, filly or mare, colt or stallion!” Phil suggested.

“That would only cause trouble!” the King protested.

“Trouble?!” the Philosopony chuckled and laughed maniacally as he shook his head as he were to take Blueblood’s sayings as false, “Was the mighty city of Babullonia ever under a rebellion? Were the Amareicans successful in the revolution against the colonists from Great Britten 230 years ago?”

“But you’re not facing the Babullonians nor the Amareicans right now,” Blueblood contradicted, “And Equestria was not under a rebellion even in the times the virgin mares were raped and sacrificed for the preservation of their princesses, my aunts’ beauty and immortality; if not for the libetines’ pleasure for…”

“Those times are now far over,” the dark-blue unicorn mocked, “This nation will never again rebel, whether they are forced to lose their virginities or impose higher taxes than before and relinquish their lands to you.”

He left the group of libertines and went back inside the ship below the deck.

As he returned inside, the whole libertine group gave a suspicious glare at the Philosopony, who just gave strong statements which are questionably off the way Blueblood and the others wanted.

Inside the ship, in the hallways where many high-class rich ponies were walking in at the bottom of the ship’s deck, a pegasus stallion with brown-and-caramel Mohawk mane, white coat and an eagle as his cutie mark was talking with a pegasus mare with bright-yellow mane, gray coat and bubbles as her cutie mark on a bench the two pegasi were sitting at.

The stallion was a speed demon and has the ability to fly “higher than an eagle”, as shown in his cutie mark’s symbolization. The mare’s eyes were also crossed and improperly arranged accordingly since she was born having a disability in her eyes. In contrast of ponies thinking of her as a fool because of her eyes and voice, they were actually fooled since in fact, she was a smart pony who was intelligent and secretly studied a lot. Both the ponies grew to be best friends and lived in the same town of Cloudsdale, a city standing in the skies.

King Blueblood who just left the deck outside, approached inside the ship’s hallway to the two pegasi and said to the stallion, “Oh, it’s you, Stealth Eagle.”

The pegasi responded and stood up from their bench.

“Oh, what can I serve you, Your Majesty?” the pegasus stallion said with full respect.

“How’s the Academy of Sexual Education going?” the unicorn king asked.

Stealth Eagle was at King Blueblood’s side and has interests in sex. With Stealth knowing that sexual education is the future of Equestria under the tyrannical reign of the libertine snob Blueblood, he along with his best friend, Derpy Hooves, established the Academy of Sexual Education in the town of Ponyville which is just near Canterlot and it was built so that everypony learning there as its students can learn everything about sex, intellectually and physically.

“With all due respect, sir, it’s fine,” Stealth Eagle answered, “All the teachers there are ready to be doing their first day, and all the materials for that school are ready to be packed there.”

However, Blueblood replied to the pegasus stallion, “For me, that won’t go on, because Spoiled Brat disagreed.”

“Spoiled Brat, the cruelest libertine landlady in Ponyville?” Stealth asked in surprise, and the king nodded instead of saying just yes.

“But we gifted her youngest brother, Filthy Rich, with 50 kilos of diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds and 24-carat gold imported from Malacca during his birthday two months ago,” Derpy protested, “He even promised he would assist us. Why would Spoiled Brat disagree on our school’s establishment? I just don’t know what went wrong.”

“Where will you even get the money for it?” King Blueblood questioned.

“Each one of us will have contributions,” the cross-eyed mare replied, “and the rich landlord Golden Rod from Vanhoover will present the equipments for our school to us.”

“If so, then that’s good,” the drop-dead gorgeous unicorn said, “I hope your plan succeeds. Well, I will leave you two now. I have to go up.”

King Blueblood walked through Stealth Eagle and his best friend, Derpy, and left towards the deck upstairs, as Phil, levitating a bottle of wine while drinking it, walked past the King on the same stairs to the hallway.

As the Philosopony entered the halls below the deck, he approached to the two pegasisitting on the same bench, chattering and giggling at each other like good ‘ol friends. Phil noticed them and said, “You two seem to be having fun. Can I join with you?”

“Of course, why not, Sir Phil?” the white stallion replied.

“Who is she? Who is that mentally-disabled mare?” the Philosopony asked, “Did she just blow in from ‘Stupid Town’?”

“Derpy Hooves here is not mentally disabled!” Stealth Eagle answered back, standing up from his bench, “Don’t think she’s a fool because of her eyes!”

“Okay, Derpy Hooves, can you tell me what 1+1 is?” Phil questioned to the gray pegasus as his horn glowed with a red aura and he used magic to project the numbers “1+1”.

“It’s simple! That’s two!” Derpy answered happily.

“Hmph…” the Philosopony scoffed to himself, “I thought she is so stupid and retarded to answer a simple…”

“I’ll let you know,” Derpy continued to speak, “that the square root of 546 is 23.3666428909.”

“She is correct!” a pony popped out of nowhere, startling the three ponies, and retreated back as if he never showed up.

“Okay,” the philosopher said, “I’ve seen enough of your stu—”

“Let me also remind you,” Derpy said, “that the value of pi is equal to 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102701938521105559644622948954930381964428810975665933446128475648233786783165271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273724587006606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360011330530548820466521384146951941511609433057270365759591953092186117381932611793105118548074462379962749567351885752724891227938183011949129833673362440656643086021394946395224737...”

Finally, Derpy grew tired of saying so too many digits in the value of pi and panted for breath for a minute. “Actually, pi is impossible to measure since the line of a circle under pi has actually no edge and completely not straight, and therefore, the value of pi is infinite and studies limited it to only a measure of 3.14,” she finished with a huge smile.

The Philosopony became silent, feeling both surprised and pissed off from the cross-eyed pegasus. Stealth Eagle raised his eyebrow up in confusion. What’s worse, everypony was staring at Derpy because she said the value of pi unexpectedly in 447 digits.They were confused why a “mentally-handicapped” mare could even say the value of pi almost completely. She’s called Derpy not because she’s stupid, but clumsy and awkward and yet, she accidentally said the near-whole value of pi in front of everypony in the ship.

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” Stealth spoke.

“Not until four,” she replied, as everypony except Stealth Eagle and the Philosopony.

Phil slammed his hoof on his head in frustration and defeat for thinking that Derpy was stupid but for real, she was not. He doesn’t want to accept the fact that Derpy Hooves was secretly intelligent, because he doesn’t want a competition to his being wise. “Let me say this that I’m the smartest pony in Equestria,and you are the stupidest pony of all! I can say the value of pi up to a million digits! Everypony can say it up to a thousand!” he boasted.

“WE CAN’T!!!” all the ponies except Derpy shouted in unison and response.

To everypony around, he ordered, “Leave.” Then, all the ponies except the Philosopony, Stealth Eagle and Derpy walked away.

“Well then, let’s have a toast first in drinking wine!” the unicorn said with a forced smile, although anger was built inside him for being fooled and pranked by the gray pegasus’ eyes.

“Thank you, Sir,” said Stealth Eagle, “But we don’t drink wine.”

“Don’t drink wine?” the annoyed Philosopony said, “Well, Fancy Pants said that too much drinking of water is bad for you. And if you don’t want wine, you can have a bottle of urine if you want.”

“Also, say this to Fancy Pants that if he drinks water would be better for all,” the white pegasus said.

“We, the ponies of Equestria, know,” Derpy stood up and spoke in defiance, “that we are called water, and you, libertines, are called fire. I’ll let you know that unlike alcohol that can strengthen fire, water can kill fire. And everypony will know, when the water is filled with rage, it will expand into a flood that can kill and destroy existence!”

“Is that it?!” sneered the angry philosopher slightly impressed, “When will that mystery ever happen?!”

“It’s not a mystery,” replied Derpy, “but the laws of nature!”

“Forgive us, Sir Philosopony,” said Stealth Eagle, “we will now leave. The uncle of my friend here is waiting for us there at the rear. Thank you for this short discussion.”

“You’re welcome,” Phil said and hissed at the pegasus stallion, “Dream, Stealth Eagle, just keep on dreaming.” As he finished, he walked away past them, still drinking wine on his way, and the two pegasi friends sat down once more on the bench.

“You spoke very tough to Sir Phil, in contrast that he usually speaks tough… for a wise pony,” Stealth and Derpy chuckled afterwards.

“That stallion looks evil,” Derpy said to her best friend, “I’m almost scared!”

“He’s not evil,” Stealth protested, “The Philosopony is called the ‘wisest pony in Equestria’. He is the best friend of our king Blueblood.”

“Is that so?” Derpy asked, as she nodded her head, slightly unimpressed.

Meanwhile, back in the deck of the ship, the whole libertine group was watching the fields on the bay still a little far of the ship’s distance.

“Your Majesty, sorry to interrupt your good time,” said Jigoku, an orange unicorn stallion living in Neighpon with red mane-and-tail and a flame as his cutie mark, in his Japanese accent, “But that river kind of reminds me of somepony who died back there.”

The King raised his eyebrow in surprise as Jigoku continued, “Do you remember where part of the river did a pony die named… Bolt? Recolt? Or is it Revolt?”

“Revolt!” Filthy Rich said in realization, “Revolt Strike, Blueblood!”

“Very well,” Fancy Pants scoffed, “Where was that Revolt Strike if I could remember?”

“Before I could tell you where Revolt Strike was,” Blueblood spoke, “I could tell you who Revolt Strike was.”

“Then, who was he?” asked Jigoku.

“A subversive, a protester, a propagandist, a disgrace and an enemy to me and my nation,” King Blueblood answered, “He was the one responsible for poisoning my perfect world. He was the uncle of the heretic, whose blasphemies are the most unholy of my aunts’ religion.”

“The heretic? You mean the unicorn who was burnt alive?” Fancy Pants questioned.

“Yes,” Blueblood continued, “He was a super smart stallion whose intelligence was close to a god’s. He was one of the highest-level unicorns, if not, the highest-level non-royal unicorn known in Equestria.”

“Highest-level unicorns?” Fleur wondered.

“Unicorns who are very great in magic and can cast rare and powerful spells such as the age spell, duplication spell, genderbend spell, and a-pony-can-play-ten-instruments spell,” replied Blueblood to his friends, “Revolt Strike was like no other and extraordinarily different to all other intelligent ponies. It all began five years ago…”

Five years ago…

Canterlot, April 24, 1001.

Several days after the death of the Queen of Equestria, Revolt Strike, the dark-blue unicorn stallion, rushed to a house in Canterlot and hurriedly ran upstairs. Days ago, he heard that his young sister and her husband would be in great danger, but he doesn’t know what danger was that.

Once he reached the bedroom of the house, Revolt opened it with his unicorn magic and he saw nopony in the room. It was just a dark, empty bedroom. He feared that he might have been too late. He feared that something might’ve or would happen to them.

“Am I too late?” he wondered.

Canterlot Dungeon, Underground Canterlot.

King Blueblood, escorted by two royal guards, walked downstairs and entered the underground part of Canterlot where there are dungeons and prison cells, where his prisoners and slaves were imprisoned.

He approached to a cell in the corner of the hallway, where there were two unicorns caged inside. One was a mare, with white coat, violet-and-white mane and tail, and three purple stars as her cutie mark. Another was a stallion with blue coat, midnight-blue mane and tail, and a crescent and star as his cutie mark. The mare was weeping and the stallion was comforting her. They could barely eat or sleep for days in their dungeon and became ragged and dirty in appearance.

The ponies were a couple and became parents to the late heretic and the former captain of the guard. Not only that, the unicorn mare was the young sister of Revolt Strike, and therefore, making Revolt Strike the uncle of the monk.

The King leaned his head close on the prison bars and glared at the two ponies. As the two unicorns saw Blueblood’s face, the stallion stared back in anger and the mare held on to the bars with her hooves, pleading to Blueblood.

“Please, no more!” she whimpered, “I can’t stand another day or night in this filthy cage! Please, we want to go home!”

King Blueblood listened to the mare’s pleas, but he gave a negative reply, “If you don’t want to be in this cage, then you should never have raised your daughter to become super smart and a heretic who was against us. But then, you raised two immoral creatures. A heretic and a captain who raped his own sister.”

“They were not immoral!” the mare cried.

“Really?” Blueblood frowned, “And besides, it was the captain’s fault why he committed an act of incest on his sister and why he committed suicide.”

“It’s not his fault!” the stallion yelled back in anger, “It was YOUR fault! You made my son rape my daughter! That was wrong and you know it.”

Blueblood just laughed maniacally and continued speaking, “If it’s not his fault, it’s still not my fault; I was just doing what I want to do. It’s your daughter’s fault. If her mind was never poisoned by excess knowledge, your children would have been spared.”

“You monster!” the mare wept, “You disrespected my family! MY CHILDREN!”

“Well, then,” smiled the King, “answer me. Is it true that you were raising your daughter as a spawn of Discord to turn her against us and deceive the ponies of Equestria for them to turn away from their original religious beliefs? If it’s true, then are you really disciples of the devil? What abomination told you to do this? The Order of Discord, the group of shamans working for the lords of Tartarus? Do you have enough money to give your daughter good education? OR IS IT A WORK OF A SECRET SECULAR ORGANIZATION?!”

“Lies! Full of lies!” the mare shouted and wept aloud. King Blueblood frowned and backed away from the cell a little at that moment, since calling the Great King a liar or any form of insult and disrespect is a mortal sin and a crime punishable by death.

“Why would we sell our souls to the devil?!” the stallion cried as he went between his poor wife, sobbing on the floor, and Blueblood, “We don’t have enough money to bring my daughter to a good school. We struggled for our daughter to study and everyday, we prayed to Princess Celestia to give her good education and a bright future. Then, the Princess was so noble and fair, she allowed my daughter to study for her!”

“Very well,” Blueblood said to the two weak unicorns and spat on the floor, “Since I’ve heard enough from you, I’ll ask you again. Once I release you, what would be the first thing you want to have by the time you are free?”

The mare cried in glee as she heard that the Godking was going to release them, “You will release us?! Oh, thank Celestia, how can we ever thank you? I want to eat and drink. I’m so hungry and thirsty!”

“Hungry and thirsty?” King Blueblood smiled wickedly and opened the cells with his dungeon keys, “Alright, I will lead to you to a great buffet that will fill your hunger and quench your thirst.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” the white mare hugged Blueblood with all her joy now that she and her husband were free.

But, Blueblood shoved the dirty mare away from his clean body, saying, “Ugh! Get away from me, you filthy peasant! I suggest that you take a shower before touching me, and after you eat and drink.”

“Lead us to that buffet,” the stallion said, “I can’t spend another second in this dungeon!”

“I’m sure you won’t,” Blueblood huffed in a calm voice, “Follow me.”

As the King started to walk out of the dungeon, the unicorn couple began following him all way upstairs to the field of serene blue skies and clean fresh air. As they entered to that field, they were finally able to see the beautiful skies that surround the world’s atmosphere and breathe the fresh air flowing in the four corners of the world.

The three ponies entered Canterlot Castle and went to the dining room, where there is nopony in sight, and where it was quiet.

From what the couple saw, the table in the room has nothing but two cups of transparent liquid with a hint of yellow.

“What is this? Where’s the food?” the mare asked as she sat on a chair and picked up a cup of liquid with her weak magic.

“You will know soon enough, and you will serve our royal food anytime now,” Blueblood answered, “In a meantime, drink the cup and your thirst will disappear. And if you want to drink more, we can refill it.”

“Thanks,” she responded as she and her husband got their cups and drank them.

Reacting to the taste, the couple spat together in disgust, and stuck their tongues out, saying, “Uggh!” They let go of their magic, thus, making the cups fall to the table.

“Your Majesty,” the stallion complained, “I know that you would give a good buffet to us. You even said that our thirst would be gone as we drink those cups. But, do you call that quenching thirst?! Giving us a cup of urine that tastes awfully bad?! Our thirst just got worse!”

“Fool,” Blueblood scolded, “How dare you speak to me, the King of Kings, like that! With no respect!”

As Blueblood heard a loud marching coming from the doors, he calmly spoke, “Ah, it’s about time.”

Just as he said that, the doors were opened and a group of ten royal guards marched inside the dining room, including a unicorn mare with light-pink mane, magenta coat and a magic wand as her cutie mark, and a pegasus stallion wearing a white laboratory gown, with black mane, green coat and an Erlenmeyer flask as his cutie mark.

The King walked forward to the two ponies and greeted them.

“Charmcaster,” King Blueblood greeted.

“Give us your orders, Your Majesty,” the mage bowed in respect.

“Professor Utonium,” said Blueblood to the pegasus.

“At your service,” the doctor greeted back.

“What do you call us for?” asked Charmcaster.

“Well, I’m in a middle of some ‘serious’ business,” the snobby unicorn answered, “and I was thinking that I need a few ponies who would help me do just the job.”

“Alright, then what are your orders?” Professor Utonium interrogated.

“Guards,” Blueblood ordered the ten royal guards, “Piss at them.”

The ten stallion guards formed an arc around and behind the ragged parents of the monk. They directed their penises and targeted on them.

As they were ready, the royal guards unleashed their urine on the two unicorns. They were hit by the peeing of the guards and reacted disgustingly by both the stench and the taste.

Not being able to handle it any longer, they stumbled from their chairs and made their bodies fall to the ground. The helpless unicorn mare and stallion continued to lie on the floor as the urine from the guards shot towards them.

As the peeing cease, the guards back away as the merciless King Blueblood stepped forward to the dirty unicorns lying on the floor, surrounded by a sufficient amount of piss. Their heads were hung down and they lied on their stomachs. The urine has flowed and merged on their coats, making the unicorn couple filthy for anypony dare to smell.

Blueblood raised the mare’s head up with his hoof to make her look into his eyes, and said sadistically, “How does it feel to be drowning in your own water?”

“You monster…” the white mare weakly responded.

Blueblood walked away from her, completely ignoring her. He stopped and turned his head on the poor unicorn, smiling evilly and saying, “It seems it’s time for you have your meal.”

The weak mare’s eyes widened in shock and fear as she knew what the king meant.

King Blueblood ordered Charmcaster, “Cast a hypnosis spell and an erection spell on her husband. I want that blue stallion to deflower the white unicorn.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied positively as she approached to the blue unicorn stallion lying on the ground, weak and filthy.

“Look into my eyes,” Charmcaster said but the stallion’s head did not rise.

“I said… look into my eyes!” she demanded as she used her magic to forcefully raise his head and direct his eyes towards Charmcaster’s.

Charmcaster did cast hypnosis on the stallion’s eyes. Therefore, the blue unicorn’s eyes became swirly and he was drooling while lying down.

“Stand up,” the magenta unicorn commanded and the hypnotized stallion did stand up.

“Very good,” she was slightly impressed.

“Now hold still,” said Charmcaster sinisterly as she casted the erection spell on the pony. As a result of that, his dick, coated in magenta aura, was beginning to erect and slowly sprout to its huge size. After a while, the hypnotized unicorn’s member became erect and fully hardened.

Blueblood then ordered the blue stallion, “You… rut her.” And the stallion nodded.

As the white unicorn mare heard that, she became shrouded in fear. She stood up and tried to run away. But as she stood up, Charmcaster created a magic bondage on the poor mare’s hooves, rendering her unable to escape.

“Uh-uh-uh,” the magenta mare huffed as she used her magic to spread the white pony’s legs and raise her tail, to expose her marehood.

The mare was stuck. She can’t run away. And now, her husband hypnotized and under Blueblood’s control, was walking towards her behind her.

She gritted her teeth in fear as she saw her husband behind her and his precum rubbing her slit. The mare began to tear up and wail, “NO, PLEASE! NO, I’M BEGGING YOU! DON’T! DON’T DO THIS ME!”

But the stallion was hypnotized and could not hear her cries and pleas. The white unicorn was still a virgin and didn’t want to deserve this. The only thing he can hear is Blueblood’s orders.

With the stallion awaiting Blueblood’s order, finally, the King gave one word, “Enter.”

The blue unicorn stallion followed and began pushing his erect member through the vagina of the white mare. She cried out in pain and agony feeling from her marehood as she could not believe that her own lovelife would do that horrible thing to his own wife and rob her virginity.

The tears from her eyes immediately flowed down from her face. The mare wailed and screamed at the top of her lungs. Such unimaginable pain and agony, she has to suffer greatly, though she cannot bear with it for another second longer.

She thought that that deed was too far from terrible. But for King Blueblood, who was sitting and watching the rape while rubbing his dick with hoof, that sort of manner was quite worth it.

Once Blueblood was already fully erect, he approached to the abused white unicorn and said darkly to her, “I promised you would have your meal. And I fulfilled it.”

Noticing the King’s dark smile, the mare’s mouth opened in shock. This made Blueblood enter his member inside the throat of the mother of the monk.

Though the unicorn’s precum was too big for her to suck at in her throat, she was forced to. Her mouth was ruined, tasting the huge dick of the sadistic king. She tried to pull away, but Charmcaster used her magic to force the white mare’s head to remain on its position while she was performing fellatio.

Professor Utonium pulled out a ball of spikes from his saddlebag and approached to the mare. The pegasus placed the spiny ball and penetrated it at the white unicorn's anus. She tried to scream in pain caused in her ass, but she couldn't.

The unicorn mare felt completely helpless and embarrassed. Her vagina was being badly and painfully assaulted by her hypnotized husband, the professor was giving unbearable pain on her asshole using his spiky ball, and she was sucking the cock of King Blueblood.

After for a while, Blueblood’s burning sensation inside him reached its climax and with all his efforts, he reached his orgasm, releasing white fluids from his penis inside the unicorn’s throat. She was forced to swallow the load of cum unleashed inside her abused mouth. The mare choked and coughed in response.

However, it was quickly followed by her husband’s release of semen from his member inside her womb. The white mare’s eyes breathed heavily and widened her eyes, feeling the blue unicorn’s cum fill inside her.

As the hypnotized stallion pulled out his member from her vagina and Utonium removed the ball off her anus, the white unicorn mare, helpless and broken, collapsed to the floor and covered her tear-filled raggy face with her hooves, bawling. Her husband's cum with a slight mixture of her blood flowed out of her torn marehood. Just as his orgasm subsided, the hypnosis in him lost effect. The stallion recovered control and suddenly got dizzy. He too fell on the ground and lost consciousness.

Blueblood spat his evil laugh on the severely-weakened couple. He walked to the raped mare and whispered at her, “You seemed to have been in pain.”

“Did I overdo it?” he said sarcastically, “Don’t worry, because your pain is not yet over.”

That made the mare cry even more. She was lost in words to protest. Annoyed, King Blueblood smacked her face with his right hoof very hard.

“Charmcaster, I can't deal with these ponies. They’re idiots!” complained Blueblood.

“Let me light that slutty bitch out!” Charmcaster yelled as she was about to charge her horn for her laser attack at the mare whose mouth and pussy was filled with cum, but Blueblood stopped her.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, Charmcaster,” he said calmly, “It’s better if we do something permanent to them instead of giving them a quick death.”

Turning to the Professor, the King ordered, “Professor, you know what to do.”

Utonium nodded as he opened his saddlebag on his side. He carried sharp tools for a death-carrying surgery. The blue unicorn stallion woke up in time to experience the surgery.

“Charmcaster, if there is anypony related to either both of them,” said Blueblood to the magenta unicorn, “invite them to a dinner in the castle.”

“But the bondage…” she tried to protest.

“I’ll be handling the magic bondages,” replied Blueblood, as he used his magic to make the two dirty unicorns lie on their backs and cast magic bondages on them, and Charmcaster nodded and left the dining room.

He cut and slowly removed the sex organs of the parents of the heretic, making both of them scream and cry in infernal pain. That created a large scarry opening on each of them, with massive amount of blood flowing in them.

Professor Utonium carried out a syringe from his bag with green-liquid poison on it. He injected on the spots where their organs were cut out. The poison from the injection was now flowing in the couple’s bodies.

“Now, their fate is determined,” Blueblood laughed sadistically, as he witnessed the slow and painful deaths of the unicorn couple.

Canterlot Castle, Canterlot, the next day.

Fancy Pants was having a luxurious buffet inside Canterlot Castle with Fleur, Charmcaster, his friends and especially Revolt Strike and an earth pony mare with curly orange mane-and-tail, yellow coat and carrots as her cutie mark. She had been Revolt Strike’s marefriend not long ago and developed a strong relationship with the dark-blue unicorn.

Fancy Pants was laughing mockingly with all the others in the room, except Revolt Strike and his marefriend who both frowned in worry and concern about what happened the last day. However, Fancy Pants’ laughter was the loudest and as if to take the situation to be laughed at like a joke. Revolt Strike knew that laughing on the death of an innocent pony or two is a heavy unforgivable insult.

Knowing he couldn’t take it any longer, Revolt gritted his teeth in anger, stood up from his chair, ran to the libertine unicorn, held him in the neck tight with his left hoof and grabbed a knife with his magic, pointing it to everypony. This shocked all the ponies having dinner which was interrupted.

“STAY AWAY OR YOU’LL GET HURT!!!” Revolt Strike yelled and pointed the knife at Fancy Pants’ neck.

“This filthy libertine strongly resembles the governing tyranny in this country,” cried the dark-blue unicorn, “and that tyranny was created by King Blueblood, the pony who brought terror in our lands. Back when he was a prince, he has ruined and defiled my beautiful niece. Blueblood broke both her dreams and life and inadvertently caused her brother, my nephew, to commit suicide.”

“And what was next?” Revolt Strike whined, reminding of the horrible happening he had witnessed with his very own eyes, “He slandered my family’s good name! He took away the parents of my niece who were my sister and her husband. Blueblood used every incorrect influence to have my innocent sister and brother-in-law raped so bad! Soon after, they were put to death by having their sex organs slowly removed alive from their flesh!”

His marefriend looked deeply concerned at Revolt Strike as he continued, choking in the verge of tears forming in his saddened and furious eyes, “As if that wasn’t still enough, he ordered their bodies thrown in the river! Why would a pony not be enraged over the loss of an entire family?”

Tears were also beginning to form in the eyes of Revolt Strike’s marefriend. To Fancy Pants, the angry unicorn in despair spoke, “Is this how royalty shows compassion? You, libertine scum, make me sick! You deserved something you and that Blueblood should have long ago! YOU DESERVED TO DIE!!!!!”

Revolt Strike raised his knife in the air and he was about to stab Fancy Pants in the neck.

However, Revolt’s marefriend interrupted, “Revolt Strike, NO!!!”

Revolt Strike stopped and looked at the mare’s saddened face soaked with tears. For the mare, even if Fancy Pants was a cruel bastard, he still has the right to live. She pleaded for mercy and she couldn’t take anymore pressure and tension on what was happening.

“Have pity on him,” she sobbed.

To know that his marefriend was right, Revolt left no choice but to choose not to kill him. He looked around the dining room, at the knife and at Fancy Pants. He let go of the white unicorn and dropped the knife on the floor in defeat. Revolt Strike stormed away from the room, sobbing in loss and frustration. Fancy Pants gasped for breath in relief on his chair.

Author's Note

I am not quite skilled in writing stories or making rapefics, but if there is something wrong with my fic or a mistake that I forgot to correct at, please notify me.

Another OC is introduced as another main character for this dark tale. He is Stealth Eagle and here is his image below of what he looks like.

The Gossips

“Our liberty will not be secured at the sword's point... We must secure it by making ourselves worthy of it. And when the people reaches that height, God will provide a weapon, the idols will be shattered, tyranny will crumble like a house of cards, and liberty will shine out like the first dawn.”

― José Rizal

El Equesterismo
Chapter 3: The Gossips

It has been a month since Revolt Strike witnessed the brutal rape-murder of his young sister and her husband, the parents of the heretic who too suffered the same cruel fate as theirs and of the former captain who committed an act of suicide, realizing he can’t live on his own. Through the dark-blue unicorn’s own eyes, rage flowed in the veins of Revolt Strike, and saw how cruel Equestria is during the reign of the regal winged unicorn sisters, who raped and killed countless virgins during their reign to preserve their natural beauty.

Having enough of such sexual genocide, Revolt Strike rose into action and began to make secret protest speeches and anti-monarchist propaganda movements all over the corners of Equestria, reaching from Ponyville to Cloudsdale, from Las Pegasus to Baltimare and even in Manehattan and Stalliongrad, all the towns except in Canterlot.

He wrote speeches of his anger and frustration against the libertine government, their brutal tyrannical King Blueblood and the endless and numerous times of sexually harassing the virginities of untouched ponies and put the ends to their lives afterwards. Every town, Revolt Strike gathered civilian ponies, mostly, virgin mares, in a secret meeting, and spoke aloud those speeches as some of the ponies too began to realize their sufferings because of such damned libertines who hunger for pleasure from sex.

Revolt Strike also has a talent in literature, writing books about the oppression happening in Equestria for over 1,000 years ever since the overthrow of Discord. He has made several novels involving the horrors of sex and the negative effects of the debauchery of the Equestrian government and their longing for sex and ripping off several virginities, such as “Bechdel’s Law”, “Xenophilia”, “Stuck”, “Private Show”, “Tales of Cabesang” and “How to Steal Centuries”. His greatest masterpiece of them all was a novel called, “Princess Molestia,” where it is about the princess of the sun portrayed as the goddess of sex who exactly described the personality of the real Princess Celestia, who has an ideal along with her sister Luna to rape and kill whoever tries to ruin their eternal beauty kept ever since they were born from their parents, the two deities of time and space.

Though those anti-Blueblood meetings were secretly held in several cities, some ponies who were on the side of the tyrant king managed to look through and spread what Revolt Strike has spread all over the country.

For two years, Revolt Strike was very wise with intelligence, yet he lacked total respect to the kingdom, writing fifteen novels about the oppression of sex. Many officials commented those pieces of literature created by Revolt Strike were against the reign of the two princesses of Equestria and the nation’s supreme ruler.

Inside the Canterlot Cathedral just beside the main castle where the king resides, a priest from the Archdiocese of Canterlot was leading, composing and practicing an entire choir of stallions and mares match-pitching to make a powerful holy music to tone in the divine grace of the Holy Sisters they pray and adore greatly.

An Equestrian guard rushed and approached to the friar and gave him a copy of the latest newspapers published by the Foal Free Press for the priest to read.

The priest was reading while composing the whole choir; “‘Revolt Strike, a threat to ponydom: He has written many grotesque pieces of literature, with all the vile sexual actions there to feature.’”

“How insolent of Revolt Strike!” the guard told him, “Doesn’t he know that commoner ponies are nothing compared to us, the powerful ones, are tools for our sex toys and subjects to rape because they’re horses and illiterate beasts?”

“I’m terrified,” the guard continued, “He’s very dangerous. He fears nothing. We must be very careful.”

While the choir was singing, a stallion coughed, creating a disturbance and causing the other ponies of the group to laugh. However, he made the ponies sing again while the guard was showing the newsprint to the choir who were singing at the same time.

Sunday morning, inside a cathedral in Fillydelphia, a priest with orange mane and yellow coat wearing a religious robe representing Celestia’s regal power, holding a copy of Revolt Strike’s novel “The Fire in Her Eyes”, told to his fellow ponies in his homily.

“Does Tartarus exist… or not?” the priest asked rhetorically.

“For the wicked ones, the world of Tartarus is finally here!!!” he screamed ragefully and angrily tossed the book directly to the crowd in frustration upon hearing the news and gossips about Revolt Strike, shocking everypony in the church by the book throw.

“The fire will consume you in the afterlife!” proclaimed the priest, making gestures, “So, fear now, and return to your holy side!”

Later in the evening, inside the Ponyville City Hall, a centurion, accompanied by twenty other royal guards stormed upstairs and spotted the Mayor who was drinking with two other guests who are two pegasi, twins both with sky blue mane and pale blue coat.

“Ms. Mayor…” the centurion called.

“Lieutenant, good evening,” the mayor welcomed, “how are you doing?”

“We have a search warrant,” replied the lieutenant.

However, she stood up and gave a stupid reply, “Well, why don’t you just… uh… have some ginger tea?”

The mayor raised her voice to call her maid, “Miss! Give them some ginger tea for them to drink. The lieutenant is here…”

“We don’t have time!” the centurion growled and pushed the mayor aside, “Search her office!”

“Inside the cabinet! On that table! Inside the shelves!”

“Lieutenant, wait! What are you doing?! Lieutenant! What on Equestria are you…? Wait! Lieutenant! Just…! Lieutenant!”

The centurion and all the other royal guards were looking for something and searching all across the room. The mayor tried to convince or stop them, but to no avail. Papers were scattered all over the room.

“What is the meaning of all this?” the mayor asked seriously to the lieutenant who gave a stern look at him.

A pegasus royal guard gave to the lieutenant a book. As the centurion looked at the cover the book, he saw that the mayor actually has a copy of the novel “Princess Molestia” which was published three months after it was entirely written and finished by Revolt Strike.

“Arrest her!” he ordered, “Arrest them all!”

The royal guards approached to the mayor, placing chains around her, so tight so that she could not escape. The guards placed ropes around the twin pegasi to wrap their wings, so that they could not fly and defy them.

“What am I arrested for?” the mayor asked.

“For illegal assembly and possession of this book,” answered the centurion.

“When has it become illegal to chat with friends?” the mayor chattered, “And what’s wrong with that book? I suggest you read it, so you’ll find yourself in it. And after you read that, share it with the likes of you so that all of you can know the truth of what your libertine debauchery government is doing to this worthless abused nation called Equestria!!!”

“You can confiscate and burn all the books and works that we have,” the chained mayor continued, “However, the truth that the book says is embedded in and will open the eyes, hearts and minds of all those who read it! You’ll never take that away.”

“Take them away!” the lieutenant commanded.

The guards obeyed and dragged the mayor and the pegasi away, outside of the city hall.

In a school called University of Baltimare, a group of students, who were on the side of Revolt Strike who spread word across the whole country, were chattering and shouting outside of the school, holding thicket signs and posters of campaigns against Blueblood and supporting the indigo unicorn.

“Comrades, our time has come!” a stallion protester with a megaphone cried, “We can longer allow those libertines with obtuse minds to commit more sexual injustices!”

“DOWN WITH THE LIBERTINES!” the mob chanted, “DOWN WITH BLUEBLOOD! DOWN WITH CELESTIA! DOWN WITH LUNA!”

“Let us unite and demand the freedom of Master Revolt Strike!” yelled the protester.

“JUSTICE FOR REVOLT STRIKE!” the students shouted, “LONG LIVE REVOLT STRIKE!”

“Revolt Strike has been one of the greatest defenders of literature,” the protester shouted to his fellow students, “of freedom and of self-determination! Now it’s our turn to defend his ideas!”

Meanwhile, in Canterlot, in Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, inside are students and a serious stallion teacher. One of those students is a unicorn with red-and-yellow mane, yellowish orange coat and a red-and-yellow sun flare as her cutie mark. She goes by the name Sunset Shimmer. Ever since Celestia’s former top student became a heretic and was against her, Sunset Shimmer took her place as Celestia’s most faithful student.

Right now, during the class hours, a teacher who teaches sex education was teaching them about the sexual reproductive organs and their functions and benefits to ponies.

“The testicles and vagina are reproductive organs of stallions and mares respectively,” the teacher instructed, pointing his stick to the illustration of the parts of the penis and vagina, “They are important to us because they are said to represent sex. They are also subject to sexual activities such as…”

“Any moron can answer the question,” he hissed pointing his stick to everypony in the room, who refused to answer because either they don’t know or are too lazy to answer.

Sunset Shimmer managed to answer the question, while writing down her lectures with her quill and scroll.

“Cunnilingus, fellatio, sixty-nine…”

“Good,” the teacher responded.

“Caprico, please stand here,” he called to the white-maned blue unicorn, “Come on, don’t be shy. Just a presentation.” Caprico stood up and approached to the teacher, standing in front of all the students.

“You!” shouted the teacher pointing to a unicorn mare with violet mane and pink coat, showing a completely opposite side of his tone of voice compared to when he’s calling a stallion, “Over here! Stop being a slack! Hurry up and get over here or I’ll penetrate you hard!” She nervously stood up and went beside Caprico.

“Now, what can you say about the disparity between their sexes?” asked the teacher to the sitting students.

“Does this virgin have less sexual interaction compared to Caprico’s?” he asked again.The stallions in the class began to chuckle, seeing Caprico’s sexual organ erecting after looking at the pink mare’s embarrassing yet attractive looks.

“Meaning we, stallions, are superior to mares!” boasted Caprico.

All the stallions began laughing at that case, including the teacher. The mare opened her mouth to speak, but she was interrupted as Caprico entered his erect penis onto the mare’s throat. The mare was gagged and left no choice but to suck the cock of the blue unicorn that was deep inside the unicorn mare’s mouth. The laughter from the stallions and the teacher became hard.

The pink mare’s slurping and sucking became rougher, as Caprico felt a sensuable yet powerful pleasure flowing in his body. Caprico humped his waist onto the mare’s face, letting his dick penetrate her mouth. Caprico used his magic to carry a dildo from the teacher’s table and direct it to the mare’s virgin pussy. As the tip of the dildo touched her marehood, the mare looked back and her eyes widened in shock.

Using his unicorn magic, the sex toy forcefully entered deep into the mare’s cunt and the stallions in class laughed harder. The mare tried to scream but her mouth was muffled from sucking Caprico’s stallionhood. The dildo thrusted repeatedly inside the mare’s pussy and with every thrust, it grew harder and faster. Her humiliation was Caprico’s gain.

As he was nearing his climax, he used his unicorn magic to make the dildo thrust way faster and the mare felt more embarrassed because she was forced to performing fellatio with Caprico and her marehood was badly penetrated. His gasps for ecstasy and his nearing to his rough orgasm made Caprico put his hoof on the mare’s head, forcing to her to let his member go very deep into her throat.

Caprico and the mare finally came and his orgasm burst right inside the mare’s mouth, filling her throat and lips with cum, while using the dildo to block the mare’s cumming. As his orgasm finished, the stallion unicorn pulled the dildo to make way for the pink unicorn to produce such exploding orgasm as he made her turn around, and thrust his semi-erect member to the mare’s vagina rapidly.

To intensify pleasures unexpectedly, Caprico came again, prolonging his orgasm. Both Caprico and the mare collapsed to floor after the cruel stallion’s orgasm ended. The mare, feeling awful for having her virginity broken, coughed loudly and gasped for air. The stallions laughed loudly at the mare, saying tauntful words, “Feel ashamed of yourself! That’s what you mares get! You are a fucking slut! Burn in Tartarus with your worthless pussy!”

Feeling completely ashamed, tears freely flowed on the mare’s face and the humiliated unicorn broke down and ran away from class, crying after being forced to give Caprico pleasure, and leaving a small trail of cum dripping from her broken pussy.

The other mares in the classroom felt totally sorry for the unicorn. Sunset Shimmer gave an angry look to the insulting stallions in class and especially to the teacher who was laughing too. She then grinned as if she was going to scheme something against somestallion.

“Excellent proof! I could give you a 100 for that,” cried the teacher, breathing after his loud laughs, “Well, aside from that, what else?”

“Professor…” Sunset raised her hoof, responded and stood up, as the teacher turned his head to the amber pony, who was about to say something.

“If sex were the only reason why stallions become superior to mares, then why are the rulers of Equestria before King Blueblood are mares instead of stallions?” she asked irrevantly with questionable mockery, making the teacher’s smile turn into a frown.

The mares finally had their turn to laugh hard and they did. Caprico, who recently had raped the pink mare, gave a stern look at Sunset Shimmer.

“Impertinent!” the teacher growled.

“GET OUT OF THIS CLASS!!!!!” he roared at the top of his lungs.

The entire class, both mares and stallions, were laughing at her.

Sunset Shimmer just arrogantly smiled and on her scroll, was actually drawing an out-of-style portrait of the side-view of the teacher’s face, with his nose bleeding and his hoof holding a cigarette. Beside the drawing of the face is a skull of a pony which was drawn only one-eighth of the teacher’s face. At the upper part of the scroll, the words “A Stupid Teacher” were written in script.

In the streets of Stalliongrad, a group of ponies were chanting and rallying outside, repeatedly shouting, “LONG LIVE REVOLT STRIKE! DOWN WITH BLUEBLOOD! LIBERTY!!!”

Revolt Strike, wearing a large black robe to cover himself from public and not to be exposed by those possibly loyal to Blueblood, was slowly walking towards the rallyponies.

Guards came into the scene and approached to the protesters. One of the guards pushed Revolt Strike out of the way, making him tumble and fall down.

The guards were beginning to clobber some of the rallyists and beat up the protesters. Many of the protesters shouted the word, “LIBERTY!!!” to show their hatred and grudge on the oppressing king of Equestria.

Revolt was shivering as he saw some protesters getting beaten up with most of them managed to run away and get out the scene shouting their cries and chants against tyranny and oppression. The ponies were all running aimlessly everywhere, shouting the very same word. Their noises have shrouded the whole atmosphere in Stalliongrad.

Left no choice, Revolt also decided to shout, “Liberty!”

When a guard near him heard him, he approached to the cloaked pony, not knowing he was Revolt Strike in hiding. The dark-blue unicorn acted all innocent and pretended to be silent to all what was happening to get out of the act from the guard who caught him saying that. The guard left, finding him innocent.

As soon after the guard left him, Revolt Strike joined in chanting the word, “LIBERTY!” along with the other protesting and rallying ponies and with his pride and will of freedom, raised his hoof up high.

Back in Celestia’s school in Canterlot, Sunset was packing her things inside her locker in the hallway.

Two stallions, talking to each other, walked past Sunset Shimmer, as the mare looked at them strangely and heard the things what they said.

“I heard that some mare commited suicide,” one stallion said.

“At the school?” asked the other one.

“Actually, it’s outside,” replied the first

“How?” the second questioned.

“Hanging,” answered the first.

Sunset Shimmer’s eyes widened in shock, she closed her locker and ran quickly outside the school. As she went outside, she saw a couple of mares, mares and all mares, watching a mare’s body hanging outside the corridor.

She went closer and gasped as she saw that the body is of the mare who was publicly raped in front of class earlier. Her neck was strangled and constricted by one end of a rope. The other end is tied at a branch of a tree, planted near the school walls. Her body was swinging slowly by the rope connecting both the suicidal mare and tree.

The pink mare hanged herself to oblivion because of her sexual humiliation that was the worst moment of her life. To be subject to rape during class with even the teacher not bothering the conflict, insulted by stallions and have her virginity crushed made her feel like a worthless slut with no way of significantly living in this sexually-damned world dominated by libertine scums. That was why she committed suicide by hanging herself.

A mare with glossy-silver mane and light-blue coat was in front of the hanging body, sobbing uncontrollably as if she had lost somepony important to her.

Sunset Shimmer became shocked and used her magic to untie the ropes that hung the mare’s dead body and it fell down to the ground. The light-blue mare laid her arms on the mare’s body and placed her head on her arms, crying.

“Why?! My beautiful sister!” she cried, choking back on her tears, “Why did you leave me?! Why did you have to go like this!?”

“Diamond Star,” Sunset Shimmer was trying to comfort the crying mare, “It’s not your fault.”

“It’s MY fault!” she sobbed and shouted back, “I could’ve protected her! She didn’t do anything wrong! She’s young! She’s my younger sister… MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!!! I wished it was me who was raped.”

“You can’t blame yourself of what happened,” the amber pony convinced, “If there is anypony to blame, blame those bastard stallions. They’re the ones acting all high and mighty on us, mares.”

“When she was alive,” Diamond Star quietly whimpered, “her body shined like a star. Her eyes were like amethysts that twinkle in the night sky. Now that’s she gone, what is she like now?!”

Diamond Star slowly walked to the rope used for her young sister’s suicide and grabbed it, saying, “Without my sister, there is no reason left for me live.”

All the mares gasped as if Diamond was about to commit suicide the same way her sister did. Sunset ran quickly to the suicidal mare with her rope already placed around her neck.

“Put that down!” the amber unicorn yelled.

“Go away!” she shouted back.

“You can’t do that, Diamond Star!” Sunset Shimmer told her, “You still have a reason to live. And you must find that reason.”

“I don’t think I have reason,” Diamond Star replied, “Why? Because I can’t find it, or is it I’m now just a useless mare with no sister or a reason to live.”

Sunset used her magic to remove the rope from the quietly-crying mare’s neck, saying, “Look, none of your tears or doings will bring your sister back to life. It’s over. Her death was decided and determined, and you can’t do that because I don’t want to. Everypony doesn’t want to!”

Turning to all the desperate and saddened mares around, she said, “Listen, mares! Everything of this has gone far enough! The stallions have abused us mares with their erect members and each of those moments was bad. But this is the worst of them all. A worthless stallion raped Diamond Star’s sister and because of this, she ended her own life. But that won’t stop us to become vulnerable! Those stallions must be proven that they have dealt with the wrong mares!”

“That’s easy for you to say!” a mare protested, “You are Princess Celestia’s most faithful student, yet, you never experience sex.”

“And besides,” another mare said, “Don’t you think what we’re doing will cause only trouble?”

“In what way?” asked Sunset.

“The stallions in this school will think that we, mares, are challenging them.”

The ponies gasped and murmured in response to the statement. But Sunset Shimmer raised her hoof and the mares became silent.

“Listen,” Sunset spoke, “Just because the stallions hit us, doesn’t mean we have to hit them back. Revenge is never the answer. So our means must be very peaceful.”

“Sunset is right,” a mare responded.

The amber unicorn continued, “We’re simply a group, helping each other through this friendship.”

Suddenly, a stallion’s voice roared from the other side, angrily saying, “DONKEYS!!”

Sunset turned her head around to see a group of angry stallions walking towards the group of mares.

Diamond Star, upon seeing them, tearfully yells, “THOSE BASTARDS!”

“Leave them alone!” Sunset convinced her.

The stallions mocked with grudge at the mares, saying, “Donkeys! Rotten! Assholes!”

Then, Caprico, who raped Diamond Star’s sister earlier, shouted, “Idiots!” and threw a rock at Sunset Shimmer. It hit Sunset’s head and she groaned in pain.

Because of that, the two groups clashed. The mares and stallions were fighting against one another.

Then, two male teachers arrived outside to the scene of the fight, probably heard the sounds of quarreling and hoof-fighting.

“What’s going on?!” the teachers went in and got involved too in the fight, “Stop that…! Stop it!”

The mares were bringing their hoofists on the stallions, either student or teacher, as the horrible fight continues. The big brawling disturbs the entire school, which it brought more disturbed students and teachers there, with some of them joining the fight.

Author's Note

Sorry if I posted this very late, because I have very important issues to discuss before this. Anyway, here is Chapter 3 of El Equesterismo, the sequel to the most infamous story in FIMFiction: 120 Days of Blueblood. Enjoy.