“Move! Move! Move!”

“Clear Left!”

“Clear Right!”

“Clear to target, Move!”

There was a shuffling of hoofsteps as four all-white royal guards advanced through the halls of the hive, quickly and with purpose.

“Breach on three. One,”

Four heavy thuds resonated against the wall next to the doors.

“Two”

The sound of magical energy crackled to life as the two leading unicorns lit their horns.

“Three, Breach! Breach! Breach!”

The doors flew open, all three occupants of the room knocked to the ground from the blast.

You reached for your chest instinctively, trying to figure out why it was so difficult to breathe all of the sudden. Nothing seemed wrong, other than the fact that you were all of the sudden on the ground and your ears, god did your ears hurt. To one side of you, there was a brief green flash. To the other side you caught a glimpse of four distinct figures, white with what seemed like gold barding covering them.

“We have visual. Restrain and exfil. Priority target is the human.”

Restrain? What the fuck was going on. You looked around more suspiciously, the four royal guards coming in to focus. What were royal guards doing in the Changeling hive.

You felt something hit you, like a splash of water but somehow more annoying. You shook it off, trying to convince your legs to cooperate and get you back on your feet.

“Shit, it’s not working! Hit him again.”

You felt a more painful sting as you rolled onto your hands and knees. What in the world was happening? Why the fuck were you being attacked. Shit! You were being attacked. Alright, reaction mode.

“Sir, he’s not going down, what do we do?”

You slowly got to your feet, turning around to survey the room and figure out a plan of action. Four guards clustered near the door, no easy way through them. No way out behind you either, just a Changeling crumpled on the ground. Wait- only one? Shit, one of them must have gotten free. Which one was left? It could have been Em, you had to do something.

“Who has less than lethal?”

“I do sir. Ready to fire.”

“Knock him the fuck out.”

You felt a numbing sensation spread across your back before it too seemed to just melt away. Man this was really fucking annoying. You wheeled on the source of the attack, staring down a youthful looking stallion with a fire that could melt steel. He wavered slightly as your gaze locked on to him.

“Hit him again!”

The stallion you were watching lit his horn and hit you with that same blast. Except this time you were fucking done with his shit. His spell hit you directly in the chest but you were already in motion. You grabbed him by the horn, forcing his head back and putting him a bit off balance, bringing your other fist around to hammer the side of his face repeatedly.

“Captain, he's attacking Sunbolt, what do we do?”

“I know exactly what we do,” the Captain said, something familiar about his voice even though you had never heard it before. No, he was that guard, and as soon as you realized it, you saw where he was looking. “What do you say, human? Round two? I won’t miss this time.”

“No,” you whispered, the fight draining from you as you unclenched your now bloodied fist and let go with your other hand. The unicorn you were holding slumped down, maybe lifelessly, maybe just passed out.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. “Stand still and this will all be over before you know it.”

“No I-” you tried. Except your familiar adversary had already leapt at you, somehow knocking you over despite his smaller stature and lighter weight. As he tried to pin you down, losing ground to your comparative strength, suddenly you felt your arms and legs bound together, looking at them only to find that rope held them together. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“I don’t think so,” he snarled, “You’ll be coming with us this time.”

You felt a hoof clock you in much the same way you had been beating on that other stallion. You could feel the consciousness fading from you as you started to pass out.

“Alright boys, let’s head home. I’ve got priority target. Lance, cover triage and exfil for Sunbolt. And Spire, bring that abomination back with you.”

“I wondered when you’d wake up,” a strangely familiar maternal voice called out. “They tell me you were quite combative back there.”

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight before you. Why didn’t you recognize that voice, you definitely knew who it belonged to.

“That came as no surprise to me, not after your earlier escape. That’s why I sent my best guards to bring you back.”

“C-Celestia?” you grumbled, coming further to your senses. The room was cold, dark, and candlelight to either side of you appeared to be the only thing bringing any light to the windowless space. You assessed your current position, realizing that you were bound with chains to the wall of wherever this was.

“That’s me,” she smiled. You were having trouble making sense of her tone, she sounded happy, almost exuberant, but there was an anger in her voice too. An anger directed at you.

“What are you-” you started, straining against your restraints, “Let me go!”

“Oh that’s not going to be part of the plan,” she laughed, “No, I won’t be letting you out of here anytime soon. You’re a dangerous, vile creature, and I’d sooner die than let you see the light of my sun again.”

“What the fuck!” you yelled, trying to come to grips with a lifetime of dungeon imprisonment.

“What the fuck indeed,” she spat, “You conceal a Changeling in our midst, you assault my guards, you assault me, and you further collaborate with the enemy upon your escape. You’re lucky I don’t have you beheaded.”

“Beheaded? Holy shit, aren’t you guys supposed to be fucking sunshine and rainbows? Since when did beheading become a fun family past time?”

“I do what is required to defend my kingdom. You may not see the danger you’ve brought, but your actions already stand to cost countless lives.”

“You’re a fucking coward,” you snap, “You lock up everything that scares you. You locked up your sister for a thousand years because you couldn’t control her. You’re locking me up because I’m unpredictable.”

“Quiet, beast,” she growled, drawing closer to you in anger.

“And most of all, you locked up your own fucking heart because you’re terrified of what would happen if you showed compassion.”

“You shut your mouth, you know nothing!”

“I know everything. I know it because I did the same in my world. I could either be rational or emotional, and emotions only hurt me. I know exactly what that looks like.”

“We’re nothing alike. You’re a disgusting, sex-crazed creature content to sew discord wherever you can.”

“And you’re a heartless, soulless bitch. Welcome to the fucking party.”

“I can’t fucking stand you. How are you so damned annoying?”

“Years of practice and an enormous dick.”

“I wish I could just end you right now.”

“Then fucking kill me! Get it over with!”

“I can’t do that quite yet,” she chuckled, her tone dark and foreboding, “I have plans for you.”

“Torture then? You really are as cruel as I said.”

“No, you have a lesson to learn.”

“A lesson? What lesson?”

“Today you’re going to learn about love. Because I’ll drain you of all the love she never could.”

“You’ll what?”

“You heard me right. I’m going to fuck you until you forget her and the only name you can think about is mine.”

“I’ll never let you!

“You don’t really have much of a choice. I’ve got you right where I want you, loverboy.”

“Then-” you paused, “I- I’ll never get hard for you! ”

“Oh sure you will,” she hummed, turning to face away from you, her flanks on display, tail swishing back and forth to give you brief glimpses of what was between her legs.

You felt that familiar tingle, the heated warmth of blood rushing to your groin. Except every beat of your heart, every rush of new blood destined to stiffen your length, it carried a stinging stab of guilt, of disappointment, of weakness. Despite everything you told yourself, whatever loyalty you claimed you had, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting hard. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what it would be like.

“So predictable,” she laughed, lifting her tail to the side and giving you an uninterrupted view of her - was she wet? Fuck, you wish the fact that she wanted this was not so damn sexy.

“This isn’t…” you denied, wishing you could cover your growing shame with your hands.

“Oh isn’t it? The creature that could get hard for anything, suddenly embarrassed by it? I wonder what could have changed?”

“Stop. I don’t want to fuck you.”

“Huh, that’s right isn’t it?” Celestia wondered, “I don’t need to be able to sense emotions to know something is different between you and that Changeling.”

“I love her! Which is why I’d never-”

“You love a lie, which is why you can’t help yourself from getting hard for me, you pathetic little thing. You can’t even look away from my perfect ass, can you?”

“Stop it! This is rape!”

“Oh, didn’t you get hard, though? Soon enough you’ll be thrusting that dick deep inside me, and I promise it will be tenfold better than anything you’ve ever had before. I know you’ll enjoy it. Just like you did with Luna, and Twilight, and whatever else you’ve fucked by now. It’s a long list, isn’t it? You don’t have a single shred of loyalty in you to that thing.”

“You wouldn’t even know! You’re as incapable of love as you claim they are. She’s the most true, honest creature I’ve met since I’ve gotten here, and I owe her my loyalty. I promised her my love.”

“Well then wouldn’t it be such a shame if she had to watch while you fucked me?” Celestia hinted, “She’s such a fragile thing, defiling herself with the false hope of true love. Something like this, it just might destroy her. I don’t think she could bear to see how much you’d enjoy it.”

“Celestia, this isn’t okay! Stop!”

“Why don’t we give her a front row seat?”

“No, stop!” you cried. Those two words were all the control you had left over your life, and they would get you nowhere.

“Guards!” she yelled, “Bring her in!”

And then there she was, walked in with chains binding her four hooves together, a bit and harness on her head, and a metal band around the bottom of her horn.

“Metamora!” you screamed, “Don’t watch!”

“Make her watch.” Celestia demanded. One of the guards pulled at the reins of the harness and Metamora snapped to attention, snarling weakly against the bit.

“Em, no… I’m so sorry. I don’t want this. I-”

You felt yourself brush against the steaming flank of the sun princess, the pleasure you felt gnawing at you, a reminder that you were weak, that no matter how much you loved Metamora, you were destined to fail her now.

“Oh, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this,” she sighed, repositioning yourself so your meat stood at attention a hairs breadth from her perfect pony princess pussy.

“Em, you know I don’t want this. You know I only love you.”

“Anon,” she whined, tears in her eyes, “What’s happening?”

Somehow this all seemed to come full circle, a grand display of how you always managed to ruin everything that mattered to you. Except in this case you were entirely powerless, forced to face that dark void of hate and self-loathing inside of you.

Hello darkness, my old friend. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Author's Note

This chapter. Wew, this chapter. I've been saving this one for a while. A lot of you were bewildered by my characterization of Celestia in earlier chapters, but it was all part of a bigger plan.

You see, everything has the capability for evil given the right circumstances. Luna certainly did, that's how Nightmare Moon took hold of her. The Changelings do, that's how they can cope with the deadly consequences of their need to survive.

And Celestia, she too has evil inside of her. It just took this awful, vulgar creature to bring it out in her. To show her just how lonely and isolating her worldview is. To remind her of needs unfilled, to show her that she can take what she desires.

Evil, evil is within all of us.