“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.