Chapters In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
"Artyom, think about what you're doing..."
He looks over to me.
"You're raping an innocent pony, and for what? A temporary reprieve? Is this really what you want to do?"
His eyes glide down to the pony before him, who's still trembling immensely.
"The sole mention of rape got her crying and shaking uncontrollably. What you're planning on doing will scar her for life, and possibly give her a burden she's not ready for. It doesn't have to be like this, Artyom.
Let her go."
He nods lightly. "You're right..." He then rises to his feet, continuously staring down at Twilight with a deep sorrow in his face only a man guided the right way could express. "I should never have even considered this..." He glances at me. "I'm sorry... Daniel.. I'm sorry, Twilight..."
I pat him on the back, smiling. "You're alright, Artyom.."
He drifts his focus to the FMG-9 on the floor. He picks it up, collapses it, and walks slowly to the driver's side of the van.
Allow.
Take.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-1 - Question: Irrelevant (3)
"So," I prepare to ask a distracting question. "Tonight's sky seems pretty clear."
"Not now."
I glance at Artyom, an eyebrow raised.
No passerby looks within, let alone pass. It is the middle of the night, after all. With that, I glance at the two a multitude of times. Artyom does his thing with Twilight, trusting I keep each and every onlooker he's unaware of away from the alleyway.
Artyom finishes after some five minutes. An agonising five minutes at that. Whether it was my guilty conscience in play, or the arousal playing with my psyche, I'm just glad he's stopped.
"Your turn," he says, outstretching a hand in request of the suppressed Glock in my hands.
Accept.
Refuse.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-1-(1, 2, 3) - Accept (1)
"Alright..." I give him the Glock, and he adopts a similar guarding position as I, aiming towards the end of the alleyway.
I look down at Twilight, my erection already eager for her body. I crouch behind her and unravel my erection, springing right out, and then firmly grasp her haunches. She squeals again... quite cute, when I cause it.
With no further hesitation, I penetrate her sore, cum-soaked labia. The warmth of her cervix alone is enough to send shrill ecstasy up my spine.
"Truly a life-changing opportunity. I've never felt a pussy this nice."
He chuckles. "Enjoy yourself, but don't take forever."
"Right." I then proceed to thrust forward and backward, every one providing an amazing new jolt of pleasure as her cervix wraps tightly around my penis. Unable to control myself, I thrust harder and faster, her pillow-soft haunches cushioning each impact. Already I begin to near climax, which is disappointing at first.
I force her rear as close as possible against my crotch as I ejaculate into her. The surge of intense pleasure has me clutching her unnecessarily tightly. Amidst the light thrusting, she cums aswell, causing her to blush vibrantly and moan violently.
I pant heavily. "Wow..."
"Finished?"
"Y-Yeah..." I exhale.
"Get in the van."
The directive already in my head, I stand up and limp to the passenger side of the van, waiting aside the door for my penis to soften entirely before attempting to return it into my pants. Whilst I wait, I turn to the back, noticing Artyom lifting Twilight up into the back. He closes the doors, then gets in through the driver's side. With my penis entirely flaccid, I put it back in, zip up my pants, and enter the van through my side.
"To be honest," Artyom utters lowly, "I didn't think you'd do it..."
"Like you said," I reply, "it's a lifetime opportunity... Obviously I'd sieze it.. You know me, Artyom.."
"Hah, yeah... Get some rest, why don't you. Your eyes are drooping."
"Th-They are..?" I yawn. "Oh... Figures.." I lay my head back against the seat, almost immediately passing out.
Ending 5: Opportunist
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-1-2 - Refuse (2)
"I'm fine..."
He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
He shrugs, then puts Twilight back into the van. "Get in." He closes the doors, picks up his FMG-9 and walks to the driver's side of the van. I walk to the passenger's side and get in along with Artyom. Without much hesitation, he drives us out of the alleyway whilst I idly stare out the window.
"Hey," he says, "Daniel... Cheer up, why don't you. We have a pony. A fucking pony. It's like our dreams come true."
"...I never looked forward to raping one.."
"..."
"Then you say we're going to keep her?" I sigh. "I need time, Artyom... The fact that Twilight even exists in this world is a lot to take in..."
"Don't worry, Daniel. I've got a budget plan to afford her residence with us. I'm also contacting a friend of mine - Nikolai - to be the mare's overwatch, to make sure she doesn't escape."
"..."
"I believe we seized a great opportunity, Daniel. Take it as that, and things will be much easier for the three of us."
Ending 4 - Loyalist
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2(-2) - Kill (1)
I grit my teeth and growl under my breath. I clench both guns more tightly, causing them to shiver. This is no excuse for rape. I trusted him. I looked up to him, and he looked up to me. And here he is, half-erect penis exposed with the intention of thrusting it in Twilight for a reprieve of lust buildup. I thought I knew him. Now I see who he truly is. I can't trust him. Not after this. Not ever again. As a matter of fact, he doesn't deserve to live.
I shoot him in the head with the Glock, the supersonic ammunition effortlessly cracking his head wide open in an instant. Blood, brain matter, and bone fragments decorate the pavement behind him, whilst the area under the gaping wound pools the blood leaking from it. His erection swiftly collapses immediately thereafter.
He's dead. Artyom is dead. By my hand. I suppose he'll receive due punishment in the pits of Hell.
I let the guns weigh my arms down as I exhale. Both guns slip out of my hands to make way for a folded liner lock knife, which I take from within my boot. I then flip it open and begin cutting Twilight's bondage, starting with the hoof binds. "I'm so, so sorry, Twilight. I don't know what's gotten into him." She remains mostly still as I cut the fabric in two, allowing me to finish before she moves. After the hoof binds come the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. With almost every restrictive item stripped from her, she gets up and removes the gag herself. I step back and fold my knife.
She turns around and looks up at me. "I..."
I kneel before her to get within earshot of her lowly utterances.
Tears begin to pool and stream downward along her cheeks. "I-I really can't thank you enough for stopping him.." She takes a deep breath as she wipes away the tears. She then jumps to me and gives me a hug, which I swiftly return.
She ends it herself after a brief few seconds, steps back, and gets another good look at me before walking off.
"Goodbye, then," I utter lowly.
She stops immediately, turning her head slightly. "Goodbye." She then resumes her path elsewhere. Where specifically is beyond me.
Ending 3: Watchdog
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2 - Insult (2)
I step closer. "That doesn't give you the right to rape, you sack of shit, nor does it grant my permission!"
"Okay, okay!" he exclaims. "Just settle down..."
Kill.
Arrest.
Release.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2 - Forgive (3)
"Y'know what, Artyom? I feel the same as you, but that doesn't make me want to rape ponies. I forgive you... for now. I'm not gonna let you get anywhere near Twilight until I know I can trust you. So go."
Nodding to my act of mercy, he hurriedly gets up, conceals his flaccidity, and limps away.
Once I confirm he's well gone, I drop the guns on the floor, pull out a folded liner lock knife from within my boot, and begin cutting Twilight's bondage. "Hold still. I'll be just a moment." Expectantly, she remains entirely still as I cut away her bondage, starting with the hoof binds. After that, I cut the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. She rises to four hooves and removes the gag herself.
She looks up at me. "Th-Thank you so much for stopping him... I can't even begin to imagine how I could ever fully repay you..."
"A 'thank you' is enough, really."
"Do you want to come to my house? After this, I'm sure they'd like to know who stopped it."
Deny.
Accept.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-1 - Deny (1)
"I'm sorry, Twilight, but I have my own problems to deal with. Not only am I alone, but without a partner, I'm just about screwed. I'd rather be my own burden than yours."
"Then come live with me. Please, you don't have to do this."
"Twilight, just listen to me, okay? I'm a criminal. Not because I killed Artyom, but because I was once his partner in crime. We would commit crime on a daily basis - deal drugs, assassinate priority targets, steal, you name it. It's what kept the two of us alive for years now. I may have saved you from rape, but that doesn't excuse my history."
"Nopony needs to know of your history. You could start over."
"It's too late for that. I'm having trouble just evading the police, and if I stay in one place for too long, I'm done for."
"Just-"
"GO, TWILIGHT."
She steps back, a hoof raised. Surprise reflects from her expression, only to transform into sorrow.
"I'm neither your problem, nor am I yours to lose... Leave... Return to your family, or whomever..."
Hesitant, she trots out of the alleyway, glancing back at me once more. I wave her goodbye, she waves back, and then returns to her path home.
Ending 3: Watchdog
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-1 - Accept (2)
"Alright, Twilight."
"Great," she chimes, smiling. She then makes her way to the driver side of the van.
"You drive?"
"Well, yeah. Who says I can't?"
"Says most realistic people."
"They have a thing or two to learn, then."
I chuckle. Now that I think about it, I suppose unicorns are just as able to drive as a human being. I can't say the same for pegasi or earth ponies. I pick up the FMG-9, collapse it, holster my Glock 19, and then make my way to the passenger side of the van. I peek into the window to see Twilight getting herself situated with the controls. Amused, I get in the van and throw the FMG-9 inbetween the two seats.
"He had the keys on him," mutters Twilight, "didn't he...?"
I look at the keyhole on the side of the wheel. The key's still in there. "Artyom never removed it."
Confused, she focuses on the keyhole, only to facehoof herself. "Right..." She starts up the van. "I'm sorry. It's been a rough night, you know?"
"I understand."
The wheel glows with a purple aura, easily identified as Twilight's levitational spell acting upon the wheel. With that, she slowly backs up out of the alleyway and drives. Every now and then, she glances over at me. "Artyom? So he's Russian?"
I hum in agreement.
"...As grateful as I am that you stopped him... I'm sorry it had to come down to killing him.."
I look over at her. "It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.. I didn't necessarily need to kill him.. But I was so disgusted, so... disturbed that he'd have the guts to... to even try.."
She meets my eyes for two seconds. "I'll keep the murder a secret... if you'd like.. ...It's the least I can do for you."
"Frankly, it's only a matter of time before the police find his corpse. If you're asking whether or not I want to confess? Hell no. I'd sooner bend my knee to Satan himself than authority.."
"That's quite the brave statement."
"You flatter me." I yawn, still lacking the essential rest I need. "I'm gonna hit the hay for a bit..."
"Go ahead, but we'll be arriving at my parents' house shortly."
"How shortly?"
"Several minutes."
"Hmph.." Despite the short travel time from here to Twilight's parents' residence, I sieze the chance to get as much rest as I can. My sleepy head back against the seat again, it doesn't take me long to fall unconscious.
Ending 2: Turncoat
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-2 - Arrest (2)
"I can't let you leave," I say. "Not until you face justice for this."
"ЧТО?"
"You shut the fuck up... I have enough evidence to turn you in for this, and I'm not letting you go without punishment."
"Daniel, you can't be serious!"
"You think I'm playing? I'll prove you wrong, then. GET THE FUCK OVER HERE."
Raising his hands, he lifts himself from the cold, damp pavement and approaches me slowly.
"Stop." He obeys. "Now strafe to the left." He does so, still cautious. After several steps, I stop him with a gesture. "Stay right there. I swear, if you even turn, your torso is Swiss cheese." Dropping the FMG-9, I reach for a folded liner lock knife in my boot, unfold it, and put the edge on Twilight's hoof binds. "Twilight, I need you to listen, okay...? We're going to call authorities, but I need your help... Can I trust you...?" She hums in acknowledgement. "Alright... There's a phone in my back pocket... I need you to grab it and call 911, whilst I make sure Artyom doesn't go anywhere..." I then cut each individual piece of her binds, starting with the hoof binds. After that comes the wing binds.
"I can't believe you'd do this," grumbles Artyom.
"The feeling's mutual, Artyom."
"Hey, we could have-"
" 'We could have' nothing..." I cut the blindfold. "I'd rather put my own life at stake than let you rape a pony." Twilight stands up and removes the gag herself.
"Ёбанный в рот..."
I hold the knife backwards and support my right hand with my left. "I can hear you."
He snarls. "Перейти ебать себя."
"What's he saying," Twilight asks meekly.
"Vulgar things, Twilight. It's best that I don't translate them."
"Ah..." She then lifts my trench coat, grabs my phone, and works on calling 911.
"You know what I'm saying," states Artyom.
"I do," I reply, "but I'd rather not translate for Twilight. She-"
"Go fuck yourself. That was one."
"Uh huh..."
"As expected..." mutters Twilight. She then holds the phone infront of her, putting the call on speaker. "Hello?"
"9-1-1," responds a muffled female voice. "What's your emergency?"
"Hi, uhm... A rapist - by the name Artyom - attempted to rape me. I'm here with him, along with his renegade, whom I have to thank for preventing it."
"Name and address?"
"Twilight Sparkle. We're in an alleyway along, uh..." She looks at me. "Where are we?"
"We're in an alleyway along Oakland Road, near the intersection with Hibernia Road. There's a flashlight set up pointing towards the street, so your patrols can't miss us."
"...Law enforcement is on their way. Hold still."
"Thank you," praises Twilight before ending the call. "I'll set up the flashlight."
"Go ahead, then."
She picks up the FMG-9, collapses it, turns on the flashlight, and sets it down with the cone of light directed out into the street. "And now we wait."
"Yep..."
Some two to three minutes pass, with Twilight and me staring down Artyom. He made no sudden moves or attempted anything. He's completely docile. I know he's planning something. But what?
The police arrive - two of them in one car, both with Glocks of their own drawn.
"Drop the weapons," one shouts.
I glance down at Twilight. "C'mon..." Locking my eyes and my Glock's sights on Artyom, I pace towards the police, should he try anything. Once at an appropriate distance, I holster my gun, fold my pocket knife and return aforementioned knife to my boot.
"Detain him," says the other one. "I got your back."
Fuck...
I glare at the approaching law enforcement, only to notice him approaching Artyom instead of me. Relief overwhelms my mind, both with Artyom being detained, and the officer passing me by. He must understand that I'm the turncoat.
Soon as Artyom's in handcuffs, the defending officer holsters his Glock and takes out a notepad whilst approaching me. A pencil slipped within the coil finds its way into his hand and against the notepad. "Name and birthdate?"
"Daniel. 23 November, 1998."
Writing down the info in record time, he flips the page just a second after I finish stating the information. "Give me the gist of it. What happened?"
"In summary," I proceed, "Artyom kidnapped poor Twilight here and tried to rape her. Luckily, I was there to stop him... and as you saw, I was holding him at gunpoint. Shot him once in the leg to incapacitate him with a jolt of pain, furthermore making disarming him easier."
"You shot him?"
"Yes, sir. He had a gun himself, so..."
"Where is it?"
"It's that thing on the floor there."
He turns to the FMG-9, its tactical light illuminating the end of the alleyway and the cruiser, combating the flashing red-and-blue lights for a place on the pavement and both brick walls. "That's a gun?" he asks with apparent skepticism, pointing his pencil at it.
"A Magpul FMG-9, sir. It stands for Folding Machine Gun, compatible with Glock magazines and chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum. It's meant for conceal carry... which seems to have worked, if I'm completely honest."
He chuckles. "I gotta keep up with the weapon industry."
"I second that."
"...Alright.." He pockets the notepad. "The next time you catch a criminal... well, you know what to do."
"Yes, sir."
"Good evening, Daniel." He glances at Twilight. "Twilight."
"Likewise, officer," she replies.
The officer nods and makes his way to the cruiser, Artyom locked in the back of the car, staring me down as if to say 'This isn't over.' A scowl upon him, he continues to glare until the cruiser pulls away.
"What a night," sighs Twilight.
"Oh yeah..."
"Hey, uhm... Do you mind stopping by my house? I'm sure that once I explain to them what happened, they'd like to know you were there."
Deny.
Accept.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-2-2 - Deny (1)
"Yeah, uhm... I think I'll just get back to my life."
"In and out," urges Twilight. "I promise."
"Twilight, I'm really not in the mood.. I just want to get some sleep.."
"You can sleep at my home. Just... Please."
"Twi, I really don't want to start bickering... I'm tired, I arrested a close friend... Just leave me be.."
Flattening her ears to your persistent rejection of her invitation, she rotates slowly and paces out of the alleyway, glancing at you near the end before disappearing from sight.
The fatigue beginning to take its toll on my alertness, I sigh in slight frustration.
Ending 3: Watchdog
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-2-2 - Accept (2)
"Okay.. Thanks."
"No problem," she chimes whilst approaching the driver's side of the van.
"You drive?"
"Well, yeah. Who says I can't?"
"Says most realistic people."
"They have a thing or two to learn, then."
I chuckle. Now that I think about it, I suppose unicorns are just as able to drive as a human being. I can't say the same for pegasi or earth ponies. I pick up the FMG-9, collapse it, holster my Glock 19, and then make my way to the passenger side of the van. I peek into the window to see Twilight getting herself situated with the controls. Amused, I get in the van and throw the FMG-9 inbetween the two seats.
"He had the keys on him," mutters Twilight, "didn't he...?"
I look at the keyhole on the side of the wheel. The key's still in there. "Artyom never removed it."
Confused, she focuses on the keyhole, only to facehoof herself. "Right..." She starts up the van. "I'm sorry. It's been a rough night, you know?"
"I understand."
The wheel glows with a purple aura, easily identified as Twilight's levitational spell acting upon the wheel. With that, she slowly backs up out of the alleyway and drives. Every now and then, she glances over at me. "Artyom? So, he's Russian?"
I hum in agreement. I follow up with yawn, as I still lack the essential rest I need. "I'm gonna hit the hay for a bit..."
"Go ahead, but we'll be arriving at my parents' house shortly."
"How shortly?"
"Several minutes."
"Hmph.." Despite the short travel time from here to Twilight's parents' residence, I sieze the chance to get as much rest as I can. My sleepy head back against the seat again, it doesn't take me long to fall unconscious.
Ending 2: Turncoat
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-3 - Deny (1)
"Sorry, Twilight, but I have my own problems to deal with. Catching Artyom would be one."
"Catch him?"
"Twilight, just hear me out on this, okay? I'm a criminal. I'm his partner in crime. We commit crime on a daily basis - deal drugs, assassinate priority targets, steal, you name it. It's what kept the two of us alive for years now. I may have saved you from rape, but... given the circumstances, you could take care of yourself. Trial and error, and such. Besides, I'm too used to this lifestyle to give it up so easily."
"You don't need to do this, Daniel."
"That's for me to decide, not you."
"B-But-"
"Twilight, please, just go. I'm neither your problem, nor am I yours to lose."
She steps back, a hoof raised. The words hitting her like a ton of brick, surprise reflects from her expression, only to transform into sorrow.
"My lifestyle is not your choice to make. Leave, okay? Return to your family, or whomever."
Hesitant, she trots out of the alleyway, glancing back at me once more. I wave her goodbye, she waves back, and then returns to her path home.
Ending 3: Watchdog
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Ignoring the gun in his hand, I extract a liner lock knife from my boot and begin cutting Twilight's bondage, starting with the hoof binds. She remains perfectly still, allowing me to finish cutting her loose. After the hoof binds come the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. She gets up on all fours and removes the gag herself.
I fold the knife. "I'm sorry about him." She glances at me. "He, uh... He becomes desperate at times..."
She nods lightly. "Th-Thank you... I can't stress enough how grateful I am that you stopped him..."
"One 'thank you' is enough, really. I'm just glad I was here to stop him. You deserve better."
She blushes.
Artyom opens the door. "Hey, ask her if she needs a ride."
Twilight, refusing to turn to Artyom, shakes her head at me.
"She says no," I reply to him.
He nods. "C'mon, Daniel."
"I'll be right there." He closes the door.
I stand up, maintaining eye contact with Twilight. "Daniel?" she mutters.
I raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing, just..."
"It's a pretty generic name, I know.."
"It's fine, really."
"...Well, I gotta get going."
"Right.. Goodbye, and... I hope we cross paths sometime in the future."
"Yeah, I'd probably be dead before that happens..."
"Uh... Why?"
"We're criminals, basically. Survived for years on that lifestyle."
"..."
"Surprised? Can't say I wasn't expecting it."
"Yeah... I am..."
A banging comes from the front of the vehicle whilst Artyom screams something along the lines of "C'MON!"
"I really gotta get going now." I walk over to the right side of the van.
Twilight tails me. "Just... Stay safe... Okay? Save your history, this world needs people like you." She sighs. "At least try to change your lifestyle. Go to the café down by Middleton Avenue and ask for a 'Lunar Shade.' He can help you."
My hand on the door handle, I glance at Twilight, curious of the direction she's pointing me to. "Lunar Shade, eh? Well, I suppose it's worth a shot."
"Good luck." She teleports away, leaving behind several stray particles of her magic that soon fade into nonexistence, and a thunderous zap-esque sound that echoes throughout the alleyway.
"Hmm... 'Lunar Shade'... Why does that sound familiar?"
Ending 1: Vigilante
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Reacting swiftly, I take the gun from him and step back. He glares back at me. "Give me my gun..."
"Artyom, I know what you're thinking, and I can't let you do that."
He walks towards me. "I'm not thinking anything.. Give me my gun.."
I continue stepping back. "You're lying, Artyom. I can see it in your reaction."
"Сын сука..."
"I heard that."
"C'mon, why would I do that...? Hell, if I actually considered, it would be if you told me after I raped her.. So give me the gun.."
Return.
Refuse.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-3-2 - Return (1)
"S-Sorry..." I put the gun in his awaiting grasp, which firmly latches onto the carry handle. Artyom continuously glares at me for the next couple seconds, then turns away and gets in the van through the driver's seat.
I kneel behind Twilight, extract a liner lock knife from my boot and begin cutting her bondage, starting with the hoof binds. She remains perfectly still, allowing me to finish cutting her loose. After the hoof binds come the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. She gets up on all fours and removes the gag herself.
I fold the knife. "I'm sorry about him." - She turns to me. - "He, uh... He becomes desperate at times..."
She nods lightly. "Th-Thank you... I can't stress enough how grateful I am that you stopped him..."
"One 'thank you' is enough, really. I'm just glad I was here to stop him. You deserve better."
She blushes.
Artyom opens the door. "Hey, ask her if she needs a ride."
Twilight, refusing to turn to Artyom, shakes her head at me.
"She says no," I reply to him.
He nods. "C'mon, Daniel."
"I'll be right there." He closes the door. I stand up, maintaining eye contact with Twilight.
"Daniel?" she mutters.
I raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing, just..."
"It's a pretty generic name, I know.."
"It's fine, really."
"...Well, I gotta get going."
"Right.. Goodbye, and... I hope we cross paths sometime in the future."
"Yeah, I'd probably be dead before that happens..."
"Uh... Why?"
"We're criminals, basically. Survived for years on that lifestyle."
"..."
"Surprised? Can't say I wasn't expecting it."
"Yeah... I am..."
A banging comes from the front of the vehicle whilst Artyom screams something along the lines of "C'MON!"
"I really gotta get going now." I walk over to the right side of the van.
Twilight tails me. "Just... Stay safe... Okay? Save your history, this world needs people like you." She sighs. "At least try to change your lifestyle. Go to the café down by Middleton Avenue and ask for a 'Lunar Shade.' He can help you."
My hand on the door handle, I glance at Twilight, curious of the direction she's pointing me to. "Lunar Shade, eh? Well, I suppose it's worth a shot."
"Good luck." She teleports away, leaving behind several stray particles of her magic that soon fade into nonexistence, and a thunderous zap-esque sound that echoes throughout the alleyway.
"Hmm... 'Lunar Shade'... Why does that sound familiar?"
Ending 1: Vigilante
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-3-2 - Refuse (2)
"Sorry, Artyom.. I'm not giving it back.. Not just yet.."
Infuriated, Artyom balls his hands into a fist, almost lunging forward to punch me. Surprisingly, he turns right around and gets in the van.
Emitting a sigh of relief, I crouch near Twilight, drop the gun, extract a liner lock knife from my boot and begin cutting Twilight's bondage. Starting with the hoof binds, she remains perfectly still almost at once, allowing me to finish cutting her loose before moving. After the hoof binds come the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. She gets up on all fours and removes the gag herself.
I fold the knife. "I'm sorry about him." She glances at me. "He, uh... He's unpredictable sometimes..."
She nods lightly. "Th-Thank you... I can't stress enough how grateful I am that you stopped him..."
"One 'thank you' is enough, really. I'm just glad I was here to stop him. You deserve better."
She blushes.
Artyom opens the door. "C'mon, Daniel."
"I'll be right there." He closes the door.
I stand up, maintaining eye contact with Twilight. "Daniel?" she mutters.
I raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing, just..."
"It's a pretty generic name, I know.."
"It's fine, really."
"...Well, do you need a ride to anywhere?"
"No, I'll... I'll make it on my own."
"Yeah, okay..."
"Farewell... Daniel. I do hope we cross paths in the future."
I cross my arms. "I'll probably be dead before that happens..."
"Uh... Why?"
"We're criminals, basically. Survived for years on that lifestyle."
"..."
"Surprised? Can't say I wasn't expecting it."
"Yeah... I am..."
A banging comes from the front of the vehicle whilst Artyom screams something along the lines of "C'MON!"
"I really gotta get going now." I walk over to the right side of the van.
Twilight tails me. "Just... Stay safe... Okay? Save your history, this world needs people like you." She sighs. "At least try to change your lifestyle. Go to the café down by Middleton Avenue and ask for a 'Lunar Shade.' He can help you."
My hand on the door handle, I glance at Twilight, curious of the direction she's pointing me to. "Lunar Shade, eh? Well, I suppose it's worth a shot."
"Good luck." She teleports away, leaving behind several stray particles of her magic that soon fade into nonexistence, and a thunderous zap-esque sound that echoes throughout the alleyway.
"Hmm... 'Lunar Shade'... Why does that sound familiar?"
Ending 2: Turncoat
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Reluctant, I nod him the okay to go for it. I then put down the FMG-9, crouch, and aim down the alleyway with my Glock.
Immediately, Artyom penetrates Twilight, triggering yet another protesting scream from her. I glance momentarily as those two get it on, wondering what will happen to her once this is over and done with.
Ignore.
Question: Relevant.
Question: Irrelevant.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
I tightly grip the guns, furious by his cold-hearted decision. Under no circumstance was I gonna stand there and let Twilight get raped. She deserved better!
"Get away from her, you fucking son of a bitch! " I shoot him in the thigh, triggering a scream from him, and kick him in the chest with my boot's steel-toe. He falls to the ground and crawls back, grunting in pain as he stares at me in dismay. I aim both guns at him.
"Nnngh.. What are you-"
"You think I'm just gonna turn a blind eye on this shit!? What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
He holds out a hand. "Тихо, тихо! It doesn't have to be like this... I admit, I was wrong to try to rape her.. But I haven't clopped in a while, you know, and I'm..." He stops to think of an effective way to persuade himself out of this situation.
Kill.
Insult.
Forgive.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-1 - Ignore (1)
Shaking off the thought, I return my focus to the alleyway, trying my damnedest to ignore the subtle, arousing sound of sexual intercourse.
No passerby looks within, let alone pass. It is the middle of the night, after all. With that, I glance at the two a multitude of times. Artyom does his thing with Twilight, trusting I keep each and every onlooker he's unaware of away from the alleyway.
Artyom finishes after some five minutes. An agonising five minutes at that. Whether it was my guilty conscience in play, or the arousal playing with my psyche, I'm just glad he's stopped.
"Your turn," he says, outstretching a hand in request of the suppressed Glock in my hands.
Accept.
Refuse.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
(Start Here) Episode 1 - Crisis
My slumber rudely disrupted, my cell phone rings more than within earshot. I feel for the phone's general location, blindly answer it and put it on speaker. God, I just want to get this fucker off my back - I haven't slept for days.
"Hello...?" I say weakly, unmoving from atop my bed.
"Daniel!" exclaims a slightly distorted, yet familiar Russian voice. "You'll never believe what I just found!"
"Artyom," I groan, "what the Hell?"
"I'm parked outside your door. C'mon, Daniel!"
"I'm going, goddamnit!" I rise to a sitting position and open my eyes, then they drift to the iPhone 4S resting atop an oak nightstand. next to a tattered mattress. "I need a second, alright?"
"Don't take too long," he replies before ending the call, triggering a luminosity from my iPhone screen. Shining too brightly for comfort, I half-close my eyes and shield the light with a hand. I push the power button with the same hand, shutting off the screen. I then pick up the iPhone and drop it inside a pocket within my dark brown trench coat, temporarily revealing a wrinkled, tarnished, white V-neck and denim jeans of similar condition, the latter of which covers the back portion of my steel-toe boots Artyom swiped from a construction worker he killed.
I rise from the bed. Due to the rapid change of posture, I wobble a slight bit. I then make my way to the door of the small room bathed in the blueish moonlight glow. I stop at the door and look about. I was on the lookout for something, something I felt was essential. My eyes skimmed over a handgun on the nightstand, only to snap right back on them.
Almost forgot my gun again.
I walk hurriedly to retrieve the gun. My suppressed Glock 19. Fully loaded, last I recall. I eject the magazine and count how many bullets remain through the holes in the back.
Fourteen bullets remaining. Doesn't help that this is my only magazine with any ammo - my other three are dry. I'm gonna need more ammo very soon.
I put it in a holster concealed by my trench coat. Then I finally make my way through the door, make a sharp right in the hallway, and through the door before me.
Past the front door, I'm greeted with a wonderfully dark and silent urban landscape, disrupted by an active van infront of me with two cones of light emitting from the front, piercing the darkness. The driver, no doubt Artyom himself, turns to me and waves me over. I swiftly comply, running around the front and jumping into the passenger seat.
"What is it, Artyom? What'd you find?"
Donning a similar set of clothing as me, he practically bounces in his seat. "It's a surprise. You just wait, though! This will be life-changing!" He throws the van into Drive and GASP! He drives.
On the wrong side of the road, might I add. He doesn't seem to care, for there are no cars out at this hour, but I care about not being pulled over by authorities who just might pass by. Luckily, he soon passes onto the right lane of a two-way street.
Still sleepy from the sudden awakening, I decide to rest my head against the seat and close my eyes.
The van stops, pulling my head forward and simultaneously waking me up from a peaceful slumber. Again. I rub my eyes and yawn as I look about, swiftly noticing we're in an alleyway. Seemingly still eager about his discovery, Artyom jumps out of the van and runs leftward. I do the same, except I run rightward.
He unravels his own gun - an FMG-9, most definitely loaded aswell - turns on the tactical light and puts a hand on the handle of the van's back doors. "Are you ready?"
I nod. He then opens the doors and aims inside. It puzzles me why would he be so excited about a discovery, only to risk shooting it. Nonetheless, I step back, draw my Glock 19, and aim before he opens the other door.
Once he does, his tactical light shines upon a purple unicorn tightly bound, blindfolded, gagged, magically suppressed, and trembling in absolute fear. I immediately recognise her as Twilight Sparkle, from the one show called My Little Pony Generation Four: Friendship is Magic. I almost couldn't believe it. Twilight Sparkle herself, in the flesh. Just seeing her once again gives me flashbacks of when I used to sit down, relax, and watch that show. God, I miss those days.
Artyom holds his FMG-9 infront of me, knocking me out of my trance. "Hold this for a sec."
Reluctant, I take the FMG-9 with my left hand and aim it at Twilight. He then grabs Twilight by the torso with both hands, forcing a muffled squeal out of her.
"Look at her. I found her on the street not too long ago. I really got the jump on her!" He cackles at his feat.
I lean in closer to get a good look at her. She continues to tremble, and it seems that tears have mottled her blindfold and slipped down her cheeks. "What're we gonna do with her?"
"We're going to rape her."
Though suppressed and unintelligible, Twilight nonetheless makes it clear that she's against this - as if it wasn't clear enough in the first place - with a scream and resumes sobbing. I look up at Artyom, shocked, amongst other things. "What!?"
"That's right." He closes both doors, puts her down, and crouches behind her. "Now, I need you to look out for any passersby." He unzips his pants, unraveling his raging, 5-inch erection. "We can't have witnesses."
Bewildered by his intended course of action, I stand there. Unresponsive. Unmoving. Time seems to have done the same.
It's true, this is the opportunity of a lifetime... but is it right to take it up?
Defend.
Shoot.
Protest.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-1 - Question: Relevant (2)
"So," I mutter. "Artyom... What're we going to do with her, once we're finished?"
"Keep her," he replies inbetween sexual moans.
Twilight, within a mix of mutual pleasure and unquestionable fear of impregnation, groans through the gag whilst simultaneously sobbing.
"Keep her? Why?"
"Why do you think? Nnngh... It's not every day you come across - Haah.. - a pony..."
"We're barely surviving on our own, and now we have to look after a pony? No offense to Her Majesty, but that's a burden we can't handle."
"What did - Ah... - What did you call her?"
"...Her Majesty.." He stifles a chuckle, which I hesitantly dismiss. "She's a sovereign, you know.. The least we can do is-"
"Yeah yeah," he intercepts. "Keep guarding whilst I finish up with-" He chuckles openly. " 'Her Majesty'."
Scowling, I return my attention to the alleyway.
No passerby looks within, let alone pass. It is the middle of the night, after all. With that, I glance at the two a multitude of times. Artyom does his thing with Twilight, trusting I keep each and every onlooker he's unaware of away from the alleyway.
Artyom finishes after some five minutes. An agonising five minutes at that. Whether it was my guilty conscience in play, or the arousal playing with my psyche, I'm just glad he's stopped.
"Your turn," he says, outstretching a hand in request of the suppressed Glock in my hands.
Accept.
Refuse.
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-1-(1, 3) - Refuse (2)
"No, I'm... I'm good..."
He raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
He shrugs, then puts Twilight back into the van. "Get in." He closes the doors, picks up his FMG-9 and walks to the driver's side of the van. I walk to the passenger's side and get in along with Artyom. Without much hesitation, he drives us out of the alleyway whilst I idly stare out the window.
"Hey," he says, "Daniel... Cheer up, why don't you. We have a pony. A fucking pony. It's like our dreams come true."
"...I never looked forward to raping one.."
"..."
I sigh. "I need time, Artyom... The fact that Twilight even exists in this world is a lot to take in..."
"Right. Anyway, I've been thinking of keeping her."
I glare at Artyom.
"Don't worry, Daniel. I've got a budget plan to afford her residence with us. I'm also contacting a friend of mine - Nikolai - to be the mare's overwatch, to make sure she doesn't escape."
"..."
"I believe we seized a great opportunity, Daniel. Take it as that, and things will be much easier for the three of us."
Ending 4 - Loyalist
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-2 - Release (3)
"Y'know what, Artyom? I feel the same as you, but that doesn't make me want to rape ponies. I'd sooner fracture my dick humping a wall than even consider raping a pony. I'm not gonna let you get anywhere near Twilight until I know I can trust you. So go, before I change my mind about letting you go."
Acknowledging my act of mercy, he hurriedly gets up, conceals his flaccidity, and limps away.
Once I confirm he's well gone, I drop the guns on the floor, pull out a folded liner lock knife from within my boot, and begin cutting Twilight's bondage. "Hold still. I'll be just a moment." Expectantly, she remains entirely still as I cut away her bondage, starting with the hoof binds. After that, I cut the wing binds, then the blindfold, and finally the magic suppressor. She rises to four hooves and removes the gag herself.
She looks up at me. "Th-Thank you so much for stopping him... I can't even begin to imagine how I could ever fully repay you..."
"A 'thank you' is enough, really."
"I... I hope we cross paths in the future."
I smile. "Me, too."
Smiling back, she teleports away.
"...Me, too.."
Ending 2: Turncoat
In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis
Decision 1-2-3 - Accept (2)
"Alright, Twilight."
"Great," she chimes, smiling. She then makes her way to the driver side of the van.
"You drive?"
"Well, yeah. Who says I can't?"
"Says most realistic people."
"They have a thing or two to learn, then."
I chuckle. Now that I think about it, I suppose unicorns are just as able to drive as a human being. I can't say the same for pegasi or earth ponies. I pick up the FMG-9, collapse it, holster my Glock 19, and then make my way to the passenger side of the van. I peek into the window to see Twilight getting herself situated with the controls. Amused, I get in the van and throw the FMG-9 inbetween the two seats.
"He had the keys on him," mutters Twilight, "didn't he...?"
I look at the keyhole on the side of the wheel. The key's still in there. "Artyom never removed it."
Confused, she focuses on the keyhole, only to facehoof herself. "Right..." She starts up the van. "I'm sorry. It's been a rough night, you know?"
"I understand."
The wheel glows with a purple aura, easily identified as Twilight's levitational spell acting upon the wheel. With that, she slowly backs up out of the alleyway and drives. Every now and then, she glances over at me. "Artyom? So, he's Russian?"
I hum in agreement. I follow up with yawn, as I still lack the essential rest I need. "I'm gonna hit the hay for a bit..."
"Go ahead, but we'll be arriving at my parents' house shortly."
"How shortly?"
"Several minutes."
"Hmph.." Despite the short travel time from here to Twilight's parents' residence, I sieze the chance to get as much rest as I can. My sleepy head back against the seat again, it doesn't take me long to fall unconscious.
Ending 2: Turncoat
