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Twilight sat up against the wall, facing the bars across the cell from her. After the boys took their weapons from them, they’d brought them all here to the Canterlot jail. Well... everypony except for the guards. She overheard them say they were going to a “special” place. She was gripped by fear, knowing that they probably meant taking them elsewhere and murdering them. However, there was nothing she could do.

The jail they’d been brought to had been empty when they arrived. It was likely that Princess Celestia or Luna had ordered guards to release the former prisoner ponies, but the guards themselves might have had something to do with it. Either way, Twilight knew it probably wasn't the bitchass boys they'd been dealing with.

They’d all been split up when the boys brought them here, so Twilight sat alone in this small cell, far from the others. It was dimly lit from a small, barred window up high on the back wall. The only thing she could see was the empty cell across the small hallway from her.

This temporary solitude gave her time to think, which only worried her more. She assumed they hadn’t found D’mitry, given the fact that Jack grew an angry expression when one of his boys returned from the gate and whispered in his ears. They must have found the boys she and the others murdered at the gate. She hoped they wouldn’t find D’mitry later on.

She struggled with her thoughts, wondering if the others were alright, and what would be done to them all now. Jack was useless in telling them what their plans were, as Pete was supposedly still missing. She wished that D’mitry had killed him back at the gate, but it wasn’t meant to be. These fuckers were resilient.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a shadow appeared on the hallway floor. She heard footsteps on the concrete jail floor until the tall boy who’d patted her down before came into view. She backed up further against the back wall as he grabbed one of the bars, peered in, and smiled.

“Relax, purple pony. I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, I’m about half an hour early.”

“Half an hour early… for what?” she asked.

He pulled a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and jiggled them outside the cell. Before she could comment, he stuck one in the cell door's lock and slid it open.

“You’re… letting me out?”

He chuckled. “Don’t be ridiculous. Stand up.”

She slowly stood up as he made his way inside the cell and slid the door shut behind him. He then wrapped his arm through one of the openings between the bars and locked himself in as well. After that, he cautiously pulled the keys back inside and set them back in his pocket before turning back to her.

“What are you doing?”

The boy smiled again, which intimidated her. He pulled the lower part of his jacket aside to reveal a concealed holster, which held some kind of pistol.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I suggest the easy way. The hard way will cause you loads more grief and unnecessary trouble.”

She raised one eyebrow, wondering what he wanted… until he unzipped his pants.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Damn straight. Now turn around.”

She froze, realizing that this motherfucker was about to rape her. This is not something she had expected in the slightest, given how the other humans reacted to them. She glared up at the asshole, who stepped forward after pulling out his cock. She was further disgruntled when she realized it was a lot smaller than D’mitry’s.

“I said turn around. Don’t make this hard on yourself. Hell, you might enjoy this too, bitch.”

Doubtful.

There was nothing she could do, though. Screaming for help probably wouldn't garner anything. Bucking him while he was busy trying to insert his tiny member in her might work... but then what? He would probably reach for his pistol, and with it tucked against his side, it would prove difficult for her to snag it off of him with her hooves vs. his hands.

She slowly and nervously turned around, glancing around the cell for anything that could possibly help her in this situation. Realizing there wasn't, she grew worried and shed a single tear. Maybe it’d be alright... maybe she wouldn’t even feel it. She really hoped she wouldn’t as she heard him move up behind her.

“That’s right, ya little mare bitch. You’re gonna take this human cock now. And after that, you’re gonna blow this human cock of mine too. It’s only fair… you’re gonna serve me after I serve y-”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!

A ringing sound echoed throughout the cell, as if someone had struck the bars behind them with someth-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG!

She froze, too nervous to turn and see who was there. She heard a familiar voice chuckle before calling out.

One that brought her a sudden wave of relief.

“Ding dong,” D’mitry called.

Twilight’s heart sped up as she looked over her shoulder at the boy. He was still facing her, a new look of terror filling his face as he held his little member with one hand. D’mitry was behind the bars, pointing a gun through them at the back of the boy’s head. He also had a hatchet hanging down in his other hand. He called out again.

"Lemme see those nasty fucking hands of yours, bitchboy. Don't think about testing my aim, either. Even if I miss, you're gonna wish your skull had been hit."

She smiled as the boy gazed down at her, releasing his cock and nervously tucking it back into his jeans. He then started slowly raising his hands... but... he only raised his right one to his waist, until he started reaching for-

“D’mitry!” she cried, quickly rushing forward and ramming her horn into the boy's abdomen.

After she'd dropped him to the ground, he immediately started digging into his holster. Twilight knew she could only temporarily prevent him from pulling his pistol out, so she opted to instead dig into his jacket pocket and pull out the set of keys while he was busy. The boy caught on, and as she raised her hoof to toss them to D'mitry, he shot one of his arms up to throw off her toss.

The keys slid across the floor, but they didn't quite make it past the bars. All she could do was hope D'mitry could reach them as she was forced to step a hoof on the boy's other hand, which was actively pulling out the pistol. She stomped so hard on it that he actually lost grip, causing the pistol to slide off his body, coming to a rest by his side.

This small victory didn't last long, as the boy fought to reach over and grab it. Twilight held both of her hooves firmly over his wrists in a frantic attempt to prevent him from moving them. Despite her weight, he began winning. She could hold him in this position for now, but she could not keep him from reaching out to grab it for long. As she fought, she heard the keys jingle.

D’mitry had gotten them.

Hearing that gave her some motivation to hold out just a bit longer. She pressed her hooves down as hard as she could until she heard the cell door aggressively slide open. Not even a few seconds later, D’mitry jumped on the boy as well. He quickly reached his hand over the boy to grab his dropped pistol.

Twilight figured he would grab it and take control, but that didn't seem to be in his plan. He instead grabbed the boy's pistol and violently flung it across the room. Right afterwards, a rage-induced D'mitry threw fists at the boy's face. Twilight backed up to avoid getting swiped, moving her hooves to hold down the boy's lower half.

After a couple fierce swings, D’mitry stopped. The boy wasn't fighting back anymore, instead attempting to shield his head from the sudden attack. After placing a knee on the boy's chest, D'mitry glared up at her.

“Back up,” he hissed.

Startled, she started slowly backing off the boy. While she was a princess, with probably more power than she should have, the look in D'mitry's eyes scared her to the point where she didn't even want to speak out. She quietly backed away a few more steps.

Once she was off, he wasted no time in grabbing the dazed boy by the armpits and dragging him to the bars of the cell. Twilight watched him pull a pair of hoofcuffs out of the boy's back pockets. Hoofcuffs were generally a bit larger than the human handcuffs she'd helped bring in with the other princesses... you know... for D'mitry's bad ass. Therefore, D'mitry's first attempt to cuff the boy's hand to the bars failed.

"Wait!" the boy cried.

"SHUT IT," D'mitry hissed.

D'mitry then took the boy's left arm and folded his forearm back to touch his shoulder. The boy squealed from the awkward position it had been put in, just for D'mitry to use the thicker hoofcuffs to cuff his wrist to his shoulder. The tighter D'mitry cuffed it, the more the boy cried. Although Twilight didn't quite remember the flexibility of average humans off the top of her head, she could see that his arm was not supposed to bend like that.

With one end of the cuffs clamping the boy's arm in it's painful looking position, D'mitry took the other end and cuffed it tightly around two adjacent bars, which allowed the cuffs to stay up, behind the boy's neck. The boy squirmed, tears falling from his face, but he was locked in good now.

Meanwhile, D'mitry slowly came to a stand.

“L-...listen,” the boy stuttered, “p-please, man, I didn’t mean any har-”

D’mitry lifted a leg and forcefully kicked him in the stomach, causing him to squeal more.

“Shut the fuck up. You’ll have plenty of time for soul-searching in a second.”

Twilight looked on, waiting to see what he was about to do. She sat up in the middle of the cell, but was still too frightened to speak up.

D’mitry then pulled out the hatchet, which he'd set in his belt loop. With the blade shimmering in his hand, he kneeled beside the boy. The boy's eyes filled with terror as D'mitry raised the blade between them. Even though he had one hand free, he did not dare raise it.

D’mitry leaned in close to the boy, the hatchet’s blade covering all but their eyes as he stared into the boy’s soul. She then heard him whisper.

“I was gonna kill you. But... that would be doing you a favor. Sending you back to Earth, no strings attached? Nah. You need to serve some kinda punishment. I wouldn’t want you thinkin’ this typa behavior is acceptable, after all.”

“W-w...what?? I-...P-please! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ve just been struggling lately!”

D’mitry chuckled. “We all have, shitface, thanks to your little friends out there. But do you see us raping anybody? Hmm… doesn’t appear so. I mean, is this really how y’all are? First you come to our home and wreck havoc for no fucking reason, then you have the audacity to rape and pillage as well? Or… is it just… you?”

D’mitry backed up a tad and swiveled the hatchet, softly tapping the blade against the boy’s forehead. The boy flinched, crossing his eyes to look at the hatchet, petrified.

“N-no! It… I… yea, no… yes. No. No, it’s just… it-"

“Shhhhhhh. It's okay. We’ll serve your trial now.”

“W-w...what?”

“It’s only fair.”

D'mitry smiled maniacally as he reached down and grabbed the boy's free arm with his left hand. After grabbing hold of his forearm to prevent him from pulling it back, he pressed down to keep it locked in place. In return, the boy started flailing in place.

“NO! WAIT!!”

Twilight wanted to speak out, but she was still too afraid. D'mitry smiled wickedly as he eyed the boy and whispered, “If you can’t keep your hands off of others..."

He leaned in even closer.

"...then I'll do it for you."

D’mitry backed off and raised the hatchet over his shoulder.

“NOOOOOOO!”

CHOP!

The hatchet swung down quickly, connecting with the boy’s wrist. He screamed out, squirming frantically as he remained locked in place by his other cuffed arm. The hatchet hadn’t cut all the way through the boy’s skin, so he continued trying to pull his arm away. D’mitry held it in place as he ripped out the hatchet again. Blood flew out from the deep gash, covering his forearms and the nearby floor. He raised the hatchet.

CHOP!

Another swing cut through the boy’s bone. However, his hand still appeared to be dangling, connected by mere strings of flesh as D’mitry ripped the hatchet out again. The boy continued squealing in pain, unable to get away. D’mitry raised the hatchet.

CHOP!

Twilight could see the hatchet cut clean through this time. D’mitry released his hand from the boy’s forearm, causing the boy to quickly pull it back. Blood sprayed out from the end of it, covering his clothes and the floor, where the dismembered hand sat in place. The boy’s cries fell silent as he gasped for air, inebriated with pain. As the boy clutched his bleeding forearm against his stomach, D’mitry stood up and sheathed his bloody hatchet.

Twilight thought he was done there. However, he pulled out his pistol and kneeled down again. The boy glanced up, his eyes wide with shock, as D’mitry raised the gun below his chin.

“N-no, please! Don’t!”

“Ha,” D’mitry mocked, “I’d think you would want that option, given it’s pretty much a 'get out of jail free’ card. Don’t be ridiculous, though.”

D’mitry lowered the gun until it was aiming down... at the boy’s unzipped crotch. The boy’s eyes widened.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Blow this, bitch.”

BANG!

A shot flew out from the barrel of D’mitry’s gun and travelled through the open zipper. What returned out of it was an explosion of blood, coating the boy's crotch like some wicked fountain.

For part of a second, the boy screeched. He then immediately fell silent. His mouth was held open in a wide gasp, but no sound emitted as the boy stared blankly at D'mitry. His face froze until he slowly slunk back against the bars, his eyes shutting just as slow.

He’d passed out.

Twilight sat still, slowly shifting her gaze from the now unconscious rapist to D’mitry. She wanted to say something, but she was lost for words. D’mitry holstered his pistol and stood still as well. For a good minute, he kneeled there, looking at his victim.

“D...’mitry?” she finally called.

He shook his head before looking over at her. The rage had vanished from his face, and as he stared back at her, his blank expression grew to happiness. Instead of speaking, he stood up, ran toward her, and dove on her, smothering her in the tightest hug she’d ever gotten from him. She squeezed back, despite his clumsy attack causing her to fall back, laid out on the floor.

He finally pushed himself up with his bloody arms. His smile beamed down.

“I am so fucking happy to see you, Twi. I was terrified that I’d never be able to again.”

"I... y-"

She was immensely happy as well, but she was still surprised. She took a deep breath.

"You psycho!"

"Haha, sorry Twi. Actually... no... I'm not. He deserved that. Nobody's gonna treat my friends like that... especially not these fuckass humans. MotherFUCKERS!"

She could tell D'mitry was starting to boil with rage again as he spoke. He craned his head to look at the boy over his shoulders. Still underneath him, she raised a hoof to his cheek and pulled back until he was facing her again.

"It's okay, D'mitry. You got him. Thank you."

She couldn't resist the urge to lean her head forward to give him a quick kiss. This helped his rage settle pretty quick. He warily smiled down at her before backing off so she could sit up as well.

“I'm happy to see you, too," she continued, "but how? How did you know I was here?”

“I didn’t. Trixie brought me here.”

“Trixie?”

“Yeah. She was being escorted right outside that room y’all left me in. I shot the boys dead, saved her, and told her what happened before I passed out. She had a hunch we should come here.”

“Oh... wow…”

“Damn straight. That is one smart mare. You got some competition, Twi.”

“Oh shut up! There’s always been competition between her and me—I know. Still, I’m glad she thought to come here. Where is she?”

“She’s in the other cell block. That’s where the others are, right? We stuck up the boy out front and made him tell us where y’all were at before merc’in him.”

“Merc’in?”

“Killed him. I sliced his throat open.”

“Sheesh.”

“Oh yeah. Pretty groovy. Anyway, I think she’s in block B? She told me to get you and meet her outside of block C though.”

“Okay.”

They hugged one more time before D’mitry grabbed the boy's gun he'd flung across the room. He took the keys and used them to lock the passed-out boy inside. He then tossed the keys in the locked cell across from hers, but honestly, it probably didn't matter much. She doubted that boy would live very long with a blown-off penis.

With that settled, she followed him through the jail until they made their way outside, where Celestia’s sun beamed down on them. D’mitry scanned their surroundings, keeping his gun held out in front of him in case more boys showed themselves. However, the only creatures outside were Trixie and the others.

Trixie, Dash, Spike, and Nurse Snowheart.

Dash quickly rushed up to them, followed by a trailing Spike. She made her way to D’mitry, of course and-

No, wait...

She thought she was rushing up to hug D’mitry, but Dash collided with her in a violent hug.

“Oh thank Celestia! I’m so glad both of you are okay!!”

Surprised, Twi hugged her back before letting her go to give D’mitry one as well. Spike followed with his own, much less energetic hug. Regardless, she squeezed him back, hoping to shed some of her hope on the suicidal bastard. D'mitry then spent a good minute hugging Snow, thanking her over and over for healing him. After another minute of rekindling, they all eyed each other.

“Where the hell are the guards?” D'mitry asked.

Everypony cringed.

“D… we think… we think they murdered them.”

“You think? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Twilight took a minute to explain the situation to him, which caused his newly happy expression to morph into frustration. He rubbed his temple as he gazed between them all.

“Fuck. Alright. Well… what’s the move?” he said, looking back at her.

Twilight took a deep breath. “Let’s get to the castle…”