Hellbound: The Lament Configuration

Twilight had (finally) had enough.  It was time to put her hoof down and make Princess Celestia listen to reason.  Celestia’s so-called quote-on-quote “extra-curricular friendship lessons” had gone on for far too long.  (Hell, they had spiraled out of control from the very beginning.)  Twilight stormed up the castle tower stairs to the Sun Princess's private chambers.  (A guard had told Twilight the Solar Princess was in there instead of the throne room for some reason.)  When she finally reached the top, Twilight took a few minutes to compose herself.  (And, of course, prepare herself for the speech she had planned for her out-of control mentor.)  Twilight made her way to Celestia's bedroom door, but it opened up right before she could even knock.  Before Twilight could even blink in surprise, Celestia herself was in fact standing right there (in plain sight) in front of Twilight.

The regal Daymare blinked upon seeing Twilight.  Then she smiled and said, “Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student, you’re already here?  Thank you for coming all the way here.  Why?  Because I have a brand new, Honors-level, private extra-curricular lesson about the magic of friendship that I just really need to teach somepony.  I've been dying to share this discovery of mine with a pony like...well, now that I think about it...actually a pony just like you, Twilight!  In fact, it could even be said that I've made this one just exactly for *you*, and you alone!”

The last thing Twilight saw before she blacked out after Celestia—no, not Princess Celestia, Princess Molestia—cast the spell on her was the sex-crazed tyrant’s deranged smile.

***  ***  ***  ***  ***  ***  ***

“Of course!  At long last…I see clearly,” Twilight whispered to herself.  “There is no…reasoning…when it comes to that…MARE, there is only one thing for my ‘Smexy Mistress Molly’—all I need is at least two months to find a certain…artifact, and a week to prepare (and send) a… ‘gift’ for HER.”

Everything was finally ready.  Every single aspect and variable had been taken into account and prepared for.  Twilight, now disguised, put on a tattered cloak and teleported to her destination.  She looked at the sight before her and muttered, “A private nightclub full of partygoers, a beautiful evening....  Time to give the place a fresh coat of red paint.”

Chuckling to herself, Twilight strode into the building.

Molestia was bored.  She had done abso-fucking-lutely everything kinky under her sun.  Now she couldn’t get off enough off any fetish whatsoever anymore.  Even this club had lost its…sense of…“enticement”.  Molestia stopped her musing when she realized that she was being watched by an oddly clean-looking vagrant.  Before the Alicorn Princess could think of how to punish the vagrant for her espionage, the vagrant suddenly started walking to where the Solar Princess was sitting.

The vagrant reached into the ragged mess of a cloak that she wore, and, from the depths of her filthy apparel, took out an intricate puzzle box.  The Derelict-vagrant leaned forward and softly asked, “What is your pleasure, Sol Invictus?”

***  ***  ***  ***  ***  ***  ***

Molestia sat on her bed, staring at the reflective surface of the intricate puzzle box that she now held in her hooves.  The Derelict had told her that by solving it, she would ascend to the highest plane of sensation.

Molestia secretly cast a lie-detection spell as the Derelict spoke.  “This,” she said while pointing at the puzzle box, “Is Lemerchand’s box.  Anypony who solves it will taste the ultimate pleasure beyond all limits.  Because when it is opened, the Cenobites of the Order of the Gash are summoned.  They are the all-time greatest explorers of the furthest regions of experience.”

Molestia couldn’t remember how many bits she had offered up to buy “Lemerchand’s box” from the Derelict, but, however, the Derelict had refused to receive any payment, or to even have any sort of purchase, whatsoever.  Instead, to Molestia’s surprise, she had simply given the puzzle box to the Solar Alicorn.

“The box is yours, Daystar.”  The Derelict told her.  “It has always been yours.”

***  ***  ***  ***  ***  ***  ***

Molestia gritted her teeth in frustration as she worked her very hardest to solve Lemerchand’s box.  She was about to stop and take a break, but then she noticed that she had successfully loosened a corner.  That was when Molestia also realized that a beautiful, albeit currently incomplete, melody was playing….

“Almost finished…and…there.  Done!”  Molestia mumbled to herself as she finally completed the puzzle.  Feelings of utter bliss washed over her as the tolling of a bell was heard.  The lights in Molestia’s room turned red and blinded her for a few seconds.  When her vision returned, Molestia discovered that her bedroom had metamorphosed into a demonic, shadowy, medieval dungeon torture chamber.

Then, what could’ve only been the Cenobites appeared, stepping out of the shadows.  Molestia gasped in horror at the sight of them.  With the sole exception of the entity that can only be described as a living corona of blinding white light, it was painfully obvious that all of them were once those hairless, monkey-like creatures!  What was the name of those creatures’ species again?  Oh yes, humans!  The Cenobites all used to be human!  But their bodies had been modified to the point of being physically sexless, with only a pre-programmed sense of either masculinity or femininity remaining.

They all wore skin-tight leather outfits that resembled religious cassocks, were bald, had pale white skin and soulless black eyes, and each bore various unique mutilated visages that were all held in place by hooks, (barbed) wires, chains, and other metallic implements.  However, the Cenobites clearly possessed some strange kind of structure, geometry, symmetry, and cleanliness to their horrific forms.  These demons were beings of order!

The Cenobites indifferently regarded Molestia for ten seconds.  That was when they had summoned the razor-edged, rusted chains that currently dug into her flesh.  Strung up like a fish, Molestia struggled against the still tightening chains that were now pulling her flesh taut, but her increasingly feeble attempts were futile.  The very last thing that the diarch of the day knew of the material plane of Equestria was her first taste of the truest, unrivaled form of absolute agony and eternal torment in all of the entire megaverse.

THE END?