Thousands of years ago, before the emergence of alicorns, lived a tribe of Aztec ponies a remote jungle in Mexicolt in what would later be the nation of Equestria. They believed in the idea of gods that governed various aspects of life and the idea of sacrifices to appease these gods. They built temples and shrines to honor and worship their deities, which were still being discovered in present day Equestria. Within this tribe lived a unicorn mare, born into poverty and forced to live day by day as a whore just to put food in her plate.

Whenever the chance presented itself she studied and learned as much as she could, hoping for a chance to one day show that she was capable of more. It wasn’t until one fateful encounter that her life would forever change…

Lyra had just finished washing herself off in the lake just outside the city. After finishing with her third and final client for the day, she wanted nothing more than to clean herself and go home. Home, for her, was nothing more than a meager wooden hut with a straw bed. She wished to one day own a feather bed, but with the money she made, she could only afford food. Even as a whore, one's status and worth were determined by the size of one’s breasts and she was nearly flat-chested. She had learned a few basic spells with her horn, but none in the city would give her the time of day much less the chance to prove her worth.

She sighed and donned her thong, a skirt that reached her ankles and a length of cloth to cover her chest and began her trek through the city. It was night time. Activity could still be found around the city if one searched hard enough, but none that would welcome her. She walked along the dirt path to her hut at the other end of the city, a journey that took her an hour. She relished the sight of her hut at the end of a long day. Ready to collapse on her bed, she couldn’t help but overhear the sounds of voices. In particular one voice that piqued her interest…

“Keep that stuff from banging together. Gotta stay quiet. We don’t want to wake anypony up. If anyone finds out what we’re up to, we’ll be killed.”

Lyra took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. Tossing her skirt insider her hut first, she started to head quietly in the direction of the voice. Something shady was amidst and if she could find out what and report it, this could mean good things for her. She found two stallions walking towards the recent temple built on the edge of the city. One of them was carrying a leather bag, doing his best to keep it’s contents from moving around too much. As they got closer to the temple, she noticed two more of them waiting at the entrance. She recognized them as the stallions in charge of its construction. Fortunately there was still plenty of tall grass around the temple she was able to use to stay close and remain hidden.

“Hurry up. Get everything inside. We’re nearly done.”

“Are you sure this will work? If this doesn’t and they find out…”

“Silence. Of course it will work. We have gone over everything. There is no way this will fail. You must have faith.”

“You are right. I am sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Tomorrow night, we will be free of this city. Under our new god, we shall be born anew, as kings of this world! Now hurry. Deliver the items to our brother inside so we can finish preparations.”

She watched the two stallions disappeared into the temple. She waited a moment before leaving her hiding spot and carefully approaching the temple entrance. Her heart was beating fast as she stared at the steps leading deep into the earth. She began her slow descent. She could hear the sounds of activity down below and a stallion giving orders. As she approached the bottom, she had the quick realization that she was walking into a sacred monument in nothing but a thong and a piece of cloth tied around her chest. This was not going to win her any favors with the divine, she thought before shrugging the thought away. She had to keep her eyes on the possible prize. As she made it down the steps she could hear more voices. She snuck through the temple halls, following the sounds of voices and eventually came across a room where the workers had gathered. The door to the room looked like it was part of the wall around it. She assumed it must have been built by them in secret. She took a peek inside. There were four of them standing beside what she recognized as a sacrificial altar. One of the workers Lyra assumed to be the leader of the group was carrying an ornate dagger.

“My brothers!” He announced, “Tonight is a night of celebration! Tomorrow we shed our lives as simple ponies and by the might of our one true god, we will be reborn as kings! We will hold powers greater than any mortal being! We will be immortal! And by our hands, this city will bow to us!” The other cheered and raised goblets of wine in celebration.

Lyra had heard enough. She carefully tiptoed away from the door and jogged back towards the temple entrance. Just as she cleared turned the first corner, she heard a scream coming from the room.

“Someone is here! Get him!”

Lyra broke into a sprint. As far she knew, they hadn’t actually seen her. The stallions chased the intruder the temple, only ever getting glimpses of the intruder’s shadow as they hightailed it to safety. Making it safely to the stairway, she bolted up and once outside the temple she dashed straight into the city, disappearing into the streets. She thought it would be wise not to return home tonight. She hid inside a large mound of hay left out in the market. The passage of time was lost on her until eventually, once she figured it had been long enough and she was safe, she exited the haystack and fell asleep against it.

Lyra awoke to the sounds of roosters crowing. She rose to her feet, shaking off the fatigue of last nights events and her poor sleeping conditions and calmly set a course for her hut. She unfortunately had no formal wear, but her skirt would be better than approaching the city’s ruler in a thong. Once she had her skirt, she headed straight for the emperor’s palace. As luck would have it, she found him just outside, returning from some form of business. She called out to him, not daring to get too close to him and set off his guards. The emperor didn’t seem too pleased by Lyra’s presence.

“Your highness, I’m sorry to bother you like this but I have urgent news. Last night I discovered four of our own conspiring against the city. They were worshipping some false god and planning to perform some kind of rit-”

“Planning to perform a ritual for their heathen god to gain his favor and untold power, yes?” The emperor interrupted. Lyra noticed his guards were now flanking her.

“Y-yes, your highness. They were i-”

The emperor raised his hand. “Enough. Tie her up. Tonight, we will sacrifice this lowly, lying whore. Until then, I don’t want to to see her face.”

Lyra panicked as the guards seized her by the arms. “W-wait! I’m telling the truth!”

The emperor averted his gaze. “I have already been informed of your treachery last night. He told me you would be coming. You intended to slander the good name of four of our most loyal citizens. You dared to have these men falsely punished for your own personal gain. A disgusting wench like you does not deserve to live. Strip her of her clothing and lock her up somewhere until tonight.”

“Wait! No! He’s lying to you!” She screamed at the emperor as he walked away. One of guards slapped her, sending her to the floor. They silently ripped off the little clothing she had and dragged her into an empty building used to hold court. They bound her arms and tied her to a stone column. Lyra tried again to reason with the guards. Their response was unforgiving punch to the stomach. She was left alone in the courthouse sobbing as she awaited her death sentence.

Hours passed. She could see the sun setting from one of the windows. Her heart stopped as she saw the door open. A stallion in a cloak entered, approached her and threw a large burlap sack on the floor.

“Hurry, if you want to live, get inside the sack.”

Lyra wanted to wipe her eyes, but her current position did not allow her the privilege, “Wh-who are you?”

The stallion in the cloak pulled out a knife, causing Lyra to shake, and began to cut the rope binding her. “I know you are innocent and I know how we can prove it. We must hurry. If you get in the sack I can carry you without raising any suspicions.” He said in a gruff voice.

Lyra wasted no time clambering inside the sack. It was a little strange but she was already as good as dead. She had nothing left to lose.

“Do not move.” The stallion said to her.

Lyra remained as still as she could as the stallion placed the bag over his shoulder and began to haul her out of the courthouse. With no way to tell what was going on, she allowed herself to daydream. After what felt like hours, she was finally brought back to the waking world firm slap on her ass. Lyra couldn’t help but yelp from the sudden assault.

“We’re here” The stallion’s voice called to her, “You can come out now.” As he said this, she felt the stallion lower her gently to the floor and opened it. She was greeted by torch light as she crawled out of the sack, forcing her to squint until her eyes adjusted.

“Found you.”

Lyra opened her eyes. Standing in front of her were the four stallions all wearing tan ceremonial robes. She screamed and scrambled away only to immediately hit a wall. Her heart started racing even more as she realized she was in the temple, trapped in the room with them.

“You saved us the effort finding a sacrifice. You gave us quite a scare last night you little bitch.” The leader said as his cohorts picked her up by the arms. Lyra tried to escape but an underfed woman was no match for them. “You should rejoice. You will help us ascend tonight. Tonight! We too, shall become gods!” She continued her feeble struggles as her naked body was hoisted and placed on to the altar. The fourth stallion pulled some rope from a bag in the corner of the room and began tying her legs to the altar. The two stallions kept their grip on her arms, holding them out to the sides. Lyra screamed and begged as loud as she could. Their leader grabbed her muzzle and held it shut.

“I found this altar while we built this temple. I deciphered the message upon it and discovered it’s true power.” He gestured to the walls around them, “I even copied the writings and drawings on the altar on the walls of this secret chamber. You see, our gods are false! There is but one god. He must have created this altar for the one who would discover it. This ritual demands that the blood of a pony be sacrificed. Once sated, we will be granted powers one could only dream of!” He removed a stone mask from his robe and lowered it to her face. Her screams and sobbing continued, now muffled by the mask being held firm to her face. The leader gestured for the fourth to hold it still.

He moved to the side of the altar, removed an ornate dagger and gripped it with both hands.“Now! We sacrifice this whore in your name, o god! Accept this blood and bestow upon us your blessing!” The leader raised the dagger up, let out a loud shout and plunged the blade into her stomach. Lyra’s eyes shot open, her mouth opening as wide as it could to scream, but no noise escaped her lips. She barely clung to life, her breathing becoming shaky. She could feel the blood pouring out of her wound. She could feel it pooling all over the altar. The leader released his grip on the dagger, leaving it in her stomach and placed a hand on the blood pooling up around the dagger.

Lyra suddenly felt a multitude sharp spikes erupt from the altar beneath her, piercing her body all over. She couldn’t scream. She wanted to voice her pain so badly, but the sound never came and yet, at the same time, she started to feel something else as the spikes penetrated her from the altar. She was starting to feel… fine… The pain was… fading… She felt an indescribable euphoria filling every inch of her being. It was like the feeling of adrenaline coursing through one’s veins during a hunt, but a thousand times stronger. She was suddenly feeling more amazing than she had ever felt in her entire life. The spikes in the altar slowly retracted.

“And with this, we cast away our humanity!” He slapped his hand upon the mask, sliding his hand down it, smearing it in blood. Sharp bone-like spikes suddenly erupted out from inside the mask, wrapping around Lyra’s head and piercing into her flesh. The stallions were ecstatic as the mare violently spasmed for a moment and then ceased to move. They watched in anticipation as the stone mask’s spikes retracted back into the mask as quickly as they erupted. They released their grip on the motionless mare and allowed the stone mask to fall to the floor. The room went silent as the group looked proudly upon the bloody mare, the look of absolute fear and pain etched upon her face.

The silence started to get a little awkward after a few minutes passed and the adrenaline left their system. “D-did it work” Asked one of the ponies.

The room went silent again. One of the stallion picked up the stone mask, examining it for a moment before dropping the device as his eye picked up on something. He stared at the mare’s body for a minute, the others ponies slowly noticing his concern. “Di…did her finger just move?”

Their leader shook his head. “It is impossible, she is dead.”

“A-AH! I-I THINK I JUST SAW ANOTHER ONE TWITCH!”

The leader growled in frustration. “If the whore were alive, then she would react if I were to slap her!” He slapped her across the face. Her head limply obeyed his hand. “See? The whore is dead!”

He walked towards the door muttering to himself. “Was I wrong? Was I to use the stone mask first?”

A female voice faintly spoke out to him. “...no…”

The leader’s eyes shot wide open.

“...you were right about that at least…”

The ponies around the altar all faced the mare.

“...I think you misread the writing on the altar though...you don’t get untold power by sacrificing another…”

The ponies back up against the walls of the small room as the mare suddenly started to move. Her face no longer wore the gruesome expression of death. She raised her head, looking at the leader with a mix of shock and elation.

“You get the power by being pierced by the altar.”

“P-Pierced...b-by the altar!?” The leader stuttered out. It would seem he was unaware of the altar’s ability to pierce its victims like the mask. “H-HOLD HER DOWN!” He ordered as he quickly tried to figure out their situation and rectify it. The two stallions grabbed her arms and held them firmly to her sides again. The leader move forward, ripped the dagger from her stomach and pierced her throat. The mare did not flinch or show any signs of pain. Her eyes slowly drifted down to the blade’s handle sticking out of her adam’s apple.

She looked over to her right at the terrified stallion holding her arm. She began to lift it up. It was as if he had the physical prowess of a piece of paper. The stallion’s grip seemed to have no effect on her as she effortlessly brought her right hand to the dagger. Gripping it firmly, she wrenched the dagger from her throat. She sat up, casually bringing her left arm to to the side of the altar, unhindered by the other stallion attempting to hold her down. She looked at herself in shock. She was just as amazed as the others at her super equine feats. She curiously eyed the dagger in her hand. She looked back at the stallion to her right, causing him to quake with fear. She gripped the edge of the dagger and gave her wrist a quick flick, launching the dagger into his right wrist and pinning deep in the stone behind him.

The pony’s pained screams filled the room. Lyra started to smile. Having suffered a lifetime as a worthless nobody with nothing to their name, she was suddenly turned into a veritable goddess by the literary screw up of four ponies who were much more well off than her. She was about to hop off the altar, but remembered her bound feet. She smiled and simply spread her legs. The newfound power in her body allowed her to break through them like a knife through butter.

The leader screamed and bolted out the door. Once outside, he removed two torches above the door. The door moved by itself, suddenly closing shut once more.

“N-NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! SCAR! ZEAL SCAR, OPEN THE DOOR! LET US OUT!” The fourth stallion screamed.

Lyra daintily hopped off the altar and turned back to face it. “Now, let’s just keep this between me and me.” She happily remarked. She raised her fists and slammed down on the altar, shattering it into pieces, “Sorry, I don’t really feel like sharing.”

The ponies not pinned to the wall ran to the door, trying as hard as they could to push the door open. Lyra was feeling way too good to worry about the locked door. All she could think of was testing her newfound abilities...testing...and eating… She felt oddly empty inside and her body already knew how to sate this hunger. She walked over and grabbed one of the stallions by the door and lifted him up into the air. She started repeatedly lifting and lowering the stallion as though he were a barbell.

“Oh my gods! You weigh practically nothing!” She placed her right hand square on his back and released her grip on his legs, lifting again with one hand. “What am I saying… You’re not light… I’m just too strong!” She lifted a few more times then tossed him up slightly and caught him by the leg and shoulder. She began slowly pulling on them both. The stallion squirmed with his free limbs, trying to shake free. He could feel his insides being pulled to their limits. He cried out, spraying out a little bit of blood from his mouth as he did so. She suddenly stopped her pulling and lowered him down a little. “Wait, I have a better idea. Let’s try it like this!” She wrapped her hands around his legs and shoulders and started pressing his stomach against her chest, using it as leverage to snap him in half.

The pony cried out in agony. Lyra’s iron grip and unyielding chest were quickly making progress. His screaming became more and more strained until he was longer able to draw the breath to scream anymore. Lyra decided to finish him off, giving just the little bit of extra pressure needed to break his body in half. But she did not stop. She kept going and going until she completely ripped the flesh and tore his body in two, blood bursting out of his open halves. She raised the two halves over her head and bathed in the blood and organs that rained down. Her body absorbed the blood and entrails covering her coat, changing her red dyed fur back to it’s normal minty green color.

“This feels so amazing!” She dropped both halves of the stallion to the floor, knelt down to the ground and started pulling out more of his organs. She pulled out his heart and forcibly shoved it into her mouth, swallowing it whole. She pulled out his lungs and rubbed them in circles over her nipples, revelling in the feeling and the taste of the blood dripping off them. Grinning maniacally, she shoved them against her small A-cup breasts, and watched them steadily sink into the flesh and digest. She took a moment to calm herself down. She still had two more ponies left to experiment with and an entire city to play with once she done.

She left the remains of her first victim on the ground and rose to her feet. She approached the other stallion huddled against the door. He had watched the whole thing. He was quaking in fear, knowing there was nowhere to run. Knowing he was as good as dead.

“What should we try out next? Hm?”

The terrified pony only whimpered in response.

“Oh, good idea! Let’s see find out just how flexible my body is now.” She turned her head to the right slightly as she raised her right arm up for both to see. She bent her hand back. The sounds of bones cracking and breaking could be heard as her hand continued to bend beyond normal limits and folded up against her arm. She kept going, straightening her arm out and bending back from the elbow up. Bones broke and Lyra once again showed no signs of pain as the lower half of her arm continued to fold back against the rest of her arm. She reached up with her hand and rested it on the back of her shoulder. Impressed and amused by this display, she giggled to herself. “That’s fun, but let’s try something a bit more creative.”

Lyra fixed her right arm and held it up in front of the both of them again. Her hand started to spin slowly to the right, while her arm followed suit and started to violently jut out at random points, breaking the bones within. The sounds of bones breaking was making the stallion cringe and curl his fingers and toes up. Her arm had spun to the point where it was now as thick as a roll of toilet paper. She grinned sadistically, “Now, open wide.”

The stallion gasped for a brief second, wondering what she meant. This was quickly answered for him as Lyra shoved her arm into the pony’s mouth up to her shoulder. She raised her other arm, repeating the process of winding it up but much quicker this time and shoved it in his mouth. “Your body belongs to me now!” Her head started caving in and violently twisting left and right as she started breaking her skull. Her body was also in the process of breaking itself. She finished preparing in a few seconds and shoved her head into this open mouth. She pushed him against the door, leapt up and dove down his throat. With the stallion propped against the door, she was able to easily force his head up and let her body and gravity do their job. Her torso spun and contorted to fit the size of his stretched throat and push through. Her legs started the process of breaking and contorting once they were up to bat.

The stallion tried to grab and pull the mare out but she was forcing herself in too fast. He wasn’t able to establish any grip on her. Lyra’s right leg was the last to go. The stallion collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. He frantically placed his hands all over his body as he finally came to grips with the fact that the mare was now inside him. Against his will the stallion suddenly jumped to his feet. He started walking to the other side of the room. He tried to fight against the mare, but he only succeeded in slowing her progress. The stallion awkwardly lumbered across the room while his friend watched, still pinned to the wall at the wrist. He turned and lumbered back towards the debris of the altar. Kneeling down shakily, he was forced to pick up a piece of the stone and throw it at the other stallion’s hand, causing him immense pain and renewing his screams.

“I-I’m sorryyy! I c-can’t c-control it!” He yelled as he removed his cloak and and ripped off his vest, revealing his admirable body that reflecting his daily work in stone masonry and construction. He slammed his hands together underneath his pecs, gripping tight, and started flexing. “I-I don’t know wh-why! B-but I s-suddenly feel great! I-I d-don’t understand!” His muscles flexed and bulged, his abs stretched taut. “I-I c-can’t st-stooooop!” He struggled to say. His flexing was quickly becoming more and more intense. His muscles bulging more and more than they were used to. His body started to balloon slightly. “C-c-caaaaaan’t-”

His body was stretched way beyond their limits and finally exploded. Blood, viscera, bone, muscle and brain matter burst out, splattering everywhere. Lyra was standing where he once stood, arms out behind her, her head and body arched back and her left knee lifted up against her hip as she balanced this herself in this pose on just her toes. She gently lowered her left leg and straightened herself up, looking down at her arms and chest.

“I wonder. If I can stretch and break my body, then maybe…” She took a deep breath. As if on command, her breasts began growing larger. Her A-cups grew to B-cups, C-cups, D-dups. Lyra started fondling her breasts as they grew larger. She finally had the cup size she had envied in other mares for so long. Her fingers dug into the soft, supple flesh of her tits as they finally settled on their new size. “Perfect.”

She looked up at the last remaining pony in the room. She gave him a sultry look. She continued with her bodily alterations, slimming down her waist and enlarging her hips to give herself the hourglass figure that males seemed to love so much. She pushed her waist in with her hands and tugged at her hips to give the stallion the illusion that she was shaping her body with her bare hands like clay. With her new body shape, she slowly sauntered towards him, resting her hands on her hips and swaying them from side to side with each step. With the distance closed, she cupped his chin and gave him a short kiss on the lips. “Like what you see?”

His head gave a shaky nod. Lyra tossed his cloak to the floor, pressed up against him and kissed him again, savoring the moment this time. The stallion didn’t seem to get as much satisfaction from the kiss. His attention was still focused on his impaled wrist and the intense fear he was in after having witnessed her murder his fellow ponies. She raised her free right hand and grabbed the dagger’s handle. Breaking the kiss, she grabbed his shoulder and leaned into his ear and whispered, “Brace yourself…”

In one smooth motion, she yanked the dagger out of the wall and out of his wrist. The pony screamed again. He clutched his bloody wrist and looked the murderous mare in the eye. “P-puh-please! Please don’t k-kill me! The mare smirked and gestured towards the closed door.

“You are free to go. I was just on my way out anyway. Feel free to follow.”

“Th-thank you! Th-thank you!” He nodded furiously. With the mare practically sandwiching him against the wall, he sidled to the side. He dared not risk trying to push or touch her in any way. Unfortunately, he didn’t get far at all. He felt something tug at his chest. He tried to pull away, but whatever was holding him was firmly affixed to him. He slowly lowered his eyes, afraid to see she had done to him. He didn’t when it happened or how he didn’t feel anything, but her nipples had embedded themselves inside his chest. He yanked himself away hoping to break free. Her tits stretched out a little and quickly pulled back towards her body, tugging his body back with them.

“What’s wrong. Can’t get enough of me, huh?” She grinned as he tried a few more times to pull away only to be met with the same response. She laughed and turned towards the door, forcing the stallion move with her. She placed her hands on her hips, “Well then, the door is always there if you want to leave. But since you’re here…”

Her tits expanded out slowly and quickly flattened up against her chest, jostling the stallion’s body back and forth. Her tits continued this motion in a slow rhythm. As this happened, the stallion began to feel strange. He was feeling weaker as the pumping of her boobs continued. It was like his energy was fading. He eventually realized what she was doing. Her nipples were sucking the blood out of his body! Her breasts were pumping it into her through her nipples!

“N-no! P-please!” He begged. Her sadistic smile only grew larger as she sped up the pumping of her breasts. His blood was draining at a frightening pace, but there was something more now. He cried out in fear of what was going to happen to him now. Her breasts suddenly stopped as he heaved and struggled for breath. Something beside the violent jostling of his chest and blood loss was making it difficult. He stared at the mammaries holding him hostage, babbling incoherently as they started to balloon slightly in size.

“Oh… Looks like I accidentally pulled in a bit more than I intended... “ She giggled a little, “Looks like your heart and liver managed to get stuck in my boobs. Give me a minute to fix that. The powerless stallion could only look down in abject horror. He could see her breasts and feel the nipples lodged in his chest expanding to accommodate the organs. He could feel his heart and liver pressing up against his chest as nightmarish vacuum of her nipples fought to consume them. Her mammaries very slowly pressed against her chest one more time. He knew this was where it ended. He could feel the organs slowly leaving him. He didn’t know how he was even alive for this. He felt torso lift every so slightly off the ground as her heaving bosom slowly swallowed his heart and liver, savoring every inch as they slid through. He could not scream. As much as he tried, this had quickly become impossible for him. His mouth simply hung open. Her breasts had completely flattened against her chest, his now pressing firmly against hers. He could no longer feel his own heart.

“What a gentlecolt. So kind of you to stay here with me and feed me. You shouldn’t have. But if you insist, I’m certainly not one to waste such a delicious meal.” Lyra smiled as the stallion went limp on her. He breasts pushed back out, shoving the stallion forward and releasing her nipples from his chest. He fell to the floor like a ragdoll. Small trickles of blood pooled up in the thumbsized holes where her nipples had pierced. Lyra once against groped at her breasts, admiring their even larger size. She had already grown to like them and decided to keep her new G-cup breasts. Going even further, she moved them up. As far as she was concerned, she was a goddess now. Her breasts no longer sagged down to her chest but pushed straight out of her chest, seemingly exempt from the laws of gravity.

She looked over at the door that supposedly sealed inside. She laughed at the idea that a measly door could contain her now. She kicked the door down with little to no effort. Looking back at the destruction she had wrought, she thought it would at least be courteous to clean up. She took a minute go back and finish devouring the leftovers of her snack. She grabbed the corpses one by one and pushed them inside her stomach where they were quickly digested, bone and all. She grabbed the stone mask that had pierced her head and examined it closely, smearing some blood on it and observing the stone spikes burst out and curl around the outside where there wearer’s head would be. She could tell deep down inside that it hadn’t fully done what it set out to do. It had not pierced her skull. She needed to improve the mask. She looked around the room, finally taking in the scenery and the writing the leader had copied from the altar.

Drawings and text revealed to her that the mask was not complete. Not for somepony like her at least. It needed more. She needed to combine it with a special stone. A special kind of flawless red stone, known as an Aja, that would be able to amplify the sun’s ray and give the mask the power necessary to complete it’s task, transforming her into the ultimate being. She also learned of a critical aspect of her new body. Sunlight was the only thing that could do her in. The writings warned her of a special technique known to few could harness the energy of the sun and potentially destroy her. She kept all of this in mind and proceeded to destroy the writings and murals. No one needed to know of her weaknesses. With the stone mask and new information in mind, she set out for the city. She had plenty of ponies she needed to see. Ponies who had once wronged her. She would bring them to their knees and bask in their terror as they begged her for mercy.

Author's Note

Am I actually surprised people are liking my terrible writing and all the happy fun murder that's goin' on. This was meant to be a lot of pure clop with kind of a story kind of maybe. Somehow, I a lot of story. I not expect do that. I ended up breaking this backstory up into two parts because hot damn, this was about to hit the 6K word mark. At the time of publishing this, it is 6AM and I'm going to bed now goodnight.