Author's Note

See those gore and death tags? Those are for here. Proceed with caution on the 2nd and 3rd section of this chapter

Communion with the Divine

Celestia woke up. Gone was the leather of the yurt she had just been so cowardly betrayed in. She was lying on a paved road in the middle of the street. She got up and dusted herself off. Her eyes tried to adjust. She was in a city. It resembled Canterlot to almost an uncanny degree, but the buildings were off. Different somehow, but she couldn't really place it. Then there was also the fact that the city was filled with Caribou, not ponies. The bucks however weren't wearing the leather rags they wore in Dainn's clan nor did the cows walk around naked. All the colors of the rainbow were proudly displayed in a way that Celestia found rather tacky. And this was saying something considering she had seen Rarity's work.

"Where... Where am I?" she said, almost by instinct.

"Vesont, the city of the old ones. Of the sinners."

Celestia rubbed her eyes. She had to be seeing things. The golden statue she had seen on the field was floating besides her. Its two heads, one male and one female, were talking in one male voice that echoed through Celestia's ears. She reached out and touched it, only to find out it felt just as solid as the crown she had on her head.

"Why am I here?"

"Because you need to learn a lesson. Every last one of your subjects' lives depends on them."

"What lesson?"

"Silence, mare. Listen and watch."

A crowd had gathered around them. Not one of the Caribou seemed to notice them. They were before a platform. A Caribou cow climbed on stage wearing a crown not too different to the one Celestia was wearing.

"My loyal subjects!" she began.

"All hail Queen Hemma! All hail Queen Hemma!" the crowd cried out in unison.

The false queen, Celestia knew. But she had no idea how she did know.

"We at last are free from superstitions. No longer will we live under the yoke of this two faced tyrant!"

The crowd cheered. The cow held out a statue not too dissimilar from the one floating besides Celestia. Besides her, an orange flame appeared. She held into the flames until it started melting. Its eyes melted first. It was crying. And yet the cow was untouched by the heat.

"They thought they didn't need me. That the things they had learned would protect them. That the rules I make for cows and bucks were unfair. Just like you do, Celestia."

The crowd cheered loudly as the last bits of molten gold dripped into the flames. And just like that, everything around Celestia faded into darkness.

"Down with the false queen!" a muscular stag cried on another stage.

"Who's that?" Celestia asked.

"Url the Blessed. The first Khagan." the golden statue answered.

Celestia found herself surrounded by another crowd, this time in a cave. The bucks' colorful clothes were covered in ashes. Holes were burned into them. The cows were fully naked. Everyone was covered in burns. Some on their bodies. Some on their faces. Some had lost limbs. Others eyes. Celestia shivered.

"Down with the false queen!" the crowd chanted back.

Hemma was dragged on stage. Whip marks covered her body, besides the burns everyone else had. She was glaring angrily.

"Do not listen to this madman, my subjects! Do not let his ravings turn you away from the progress we made!"

"What progress? Charred bones cover the world above! Death and fire, that's all your progress brought!"

Tears filled Hemma's eyes. Url lowered his pants and revealed he was fully erect despite his surroundings. He forced himself into Hemma as the bucks cheered him on and her crying turned into sobbing. A few of the cows cheered as well. Some of the bucks started lowering their own pants, and shoving their cocks into the nearest cow with little ceremony, not caring how disfigured they were or how unwilling. Celestia couldn't breathe. She needed to get out here. She ran. Up the stairs. She somehow knew that was the way out.

She pushed open a heavy metal door. She was back in the city she was before, but only rubble and charred bones remained. The fire. The Great Fire was still there. She could see its flames dancing on the sculls. She looked at her arms. Her skin was shredding by the heat. Yet she could feel no pain, even as her flesh fell of and she saw her bones.

Celestia woke up and gasped for air. She was back in her throne room on her seat of power. She sighed in relief. The poison, the city, the rape, the fire. All of that was just a bad dream. She was safe. And then she realized she was alone. She got up from her seat and started looking for her sister.

"Luna? Luna? Where did you go? Luuuna! Come on, this isn't funny."

She walked out to her balcony and started shaking. Before her were her subjects, but all of them burned to the point they were corpses. She could see bones showing through their burns. She could see how sooth, ash and chunks of meat were falling from them. All spoke in one voice.

"Why didn't you submit? Why did you let this happen to us? Are your crown and throne, your wings and horn really that precious?"

"No, I protected your freedom. I protected the mares of Equestria. I protected Harmony."

"Did you really?" Luna asked.

Her left arm was missing. Burned off. Her right eye was dangling from her socket. A flame danced on her back. Celestia ran. She curled up in a ball before her throne and started sobbing.

"This is the path you've chosen, Celestia." a somber voice explained.

Celestia looked up. The two headed statue had returned.

"No... NO! Please! I can change. I'll do anything! Just give me another chance!"

"Do so in time, Celestia. My patience is not endless."

And everything faded once again.

Celestia woke up once again. She was in a purple pet bed. Her favorite color. She knew Dainn wouldn't forged that. A bright smile appeared on the face. Her crown was taken from her and melted, her wings were plucked and her horn was gone. Yet she only felt relief when she remembered.

She looked around to find out where she had been left this time. Bunk beds surrounded her. She was in the barracks of her... no, Dainn's royal guard. She then opened her legs and looked down. She was soaking. She smiled. There was no better way to start a day given to her so graciously by the Two Faced God. She closed her eyes and gently started rubbing her clit. She was in no rush. The yoke of rule was no longer on her.

The doors slammed open. The guards returned to their barracks. She immediately jumped up like a puppy that just saw her owner.

"Hello, "Princess"."

"Hello, boys. Had a hard day? Come take it out on me."

Glee filled Celestia as the stallions surrounded her. Of course Dainn would set up a treat like that. She was so grateful. When she was in charge, she had many times fantasized about doing something like this, but she had never worked up the courage. One of the guards removed his belt and tightened it around her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment and delighted in how she could barely breathe.

"Back off. Your captain gets to go first."

Shining Armor. Once, she would have chastised herself for fantasizing about him. Now, instead she turned around and presented herself to him. Every step he took closer made her shiver in anticipation. When he finally arrived, he grabbed the belt and gave it another pull, cutting off Celestia's air flow fully for a moment. He then pushed into her all the way in one go. Oh, how she needed this. She once again closed her eyes and enjoyed her rutting.

A slap made her open them again however. Three guards were standing before her, presenting their members to Celestia. She immediately grabbed the ones by her sides with her hands and started sucking on the one in the middle like the cheapest, sleaziest callpony in all of Canterlot. Her soft pet bed made for poor support and Shining Armor was really going to town on her, so time and time again she accidentally fell down all the way onto the middle guard's cock. She felt like a total ditz everytime that happened. But it all lasted so short. Soon, her slit was contracting and Shining Armor and the three guards were moaning. Milk and cum flowed over her face.

She was in the field with the statue and the white fluids. Instead of into a fire, they were flowing onto her face. She was reborn. She happily collapsed on the grass under the stars.

She woke up in a yurt. She felt around and was disappointed to find out that her horn and wings were untouched. Dainn sat besides her. She needed his cock in her throat. She needed those horrid appendages taken care of. As she tried to pull down his leather pants, he stopped her.

"Listen closely. You will return to your kingdom and rule. You will wear clothes, raise the sun and do everything else that's expected of you. But first you will sent for Discord. Tell him that there's a prophecy about him in the grasslands and to find me. Then you will talk. You will tell your subjects what you saw. And you will change things. Slowly, but surely, so that your subjects are guided to the right path. And one day I will take your throne from you, remove your horn, and pluck your wings. You just need to be patient."

Celestia gave Dainn a sad look, but understood. He knew best. Of course he did. When she nodded, Dainn let Celestia get her well earned prize.