Author's Note

Ah, you've made to the final chapter of Fireflower's fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before, a Mature one no less on the grounds this chapter deals with heavy subject matters proven to be unsuitable for those ––– you know what? Fk it; you've made it this far so there's no use in me repeating what I'd said before in the regarding the stuff I had y'all read since wintertime.

That being said, I want to say thanks again for putting up with my story this year, especially if you been reading the prequels as well since years ago: I honestly wished that I could have done this sooner, let alone finish it; of course, this chapter was the hardest because I was expecting to keep it short like the others but the length was ironically necessary to send a clear message not too different from another infamous fanfic involving sentient animals.

One last thing before I sign off, I want to let y'all know since I've gone back to writing a certain character, I had to rely on some media for some inspiration, especially since this will be about Flash but don't fret: it'll all be over soon enough, even if you happen to like him all the same; besides, this ending will be very special and with good reason no less.

Leafgreen

In some form and fashion whatsoever, it was as if the hope sprung eternally from underground, seeming to be overwhelmed with enthusiastic inspiration. The heavens were riddled with golden experience, free of clouds and moisture yet brimmed with air on the g string, before the gavottes, bourrées, and gigas. Below them were the trees and leaves shooting up from the brilliant green as its crimson fruits already bloomed alongside the fine flowers in the valley. The gentle breezes were carrying off so much pleasant aromas one could assume some exquisite establishment within proximity, the radii notwithstanding. The dirt road was found to be guiding its way to a town filled to the brim with buildings made of straw and hay, as well as the sticks and stones themselves. In the middle of the land and the sky, birds and bees flew about: some soared higher than others; a few were fast as lightning, and one marrying a lone fly.

In the wake of the order and peace, one identity in particular was filled to the brim with dear life as a sudden gasp cut throughout the atmosphere. A bright man’s sapphire orbs matching his hairstyle finally started to emerge from the eyelids as he began to look at the very surroundings alone. Numerous pieces of gilded metals were found donned over himself, every fiber of itself had made up a full set of armor to provide protection.

“What the – Sweet Apple Acres, what am I doing here of all places; as a matter of fact, how did I even get here…?” the metal man asked, already dazed and confused.

It wasn’t long until he’d started to take a stand, directing his gaze at the aptly named homestead and its abundant trees surrounding the barn. The encamping white fences around the premises had served as the borders to the opened field, far away from the armored man’s position. Overhead was a little orange house in amongst some tree branches, smaller than the big red barn his sapphire eyes had borne witness to earlier. Here the man had noticed a set of interlocking ladders painted in yellow and green, the latter half mere yards away from a freshly cut stump.

Almost immediately, the sapphire orbs were sat on the smaller structure, prompting him to climb up there; of course, the sudden venture was easy due to the armor already dragging onto its owner’s body compactly: as a matter of fact, each step that he took upon the ligneous stairwell wasn’t without the creaking about. In spite of the growing idiosyncratic difficulty spike, however, the armored man made it to the doorway up in front of him: although he was granted a better view of the very farmland, his mind and heart were still guiding him towards the little house on the prairie higher up in the treetop itself and its own contents therein.

As soon as he’d opened the door, he couldn’t believe what had been seen despite his functional blue eyes: unlike the homestead at large, the whole place was a wreck. Despite the smaller dimensions, it was enormous enough to host such an abundance of furniture and equipment, all of which left strewn about in reckless abandonment. The walls themselves were a better story and even then, the neatness they had all possessed was undermined by pictures of a lonely redheaded girl with circles around. Much of the floor was riddled with metal casings and bags of black powder alongside some rifles and handguns with molded wood and rusted alloys being codominant. A lone green lantern was hanging from a ceiling, already not in use due to the daylights saving time from beyond the very horizons of dawn zero in and of themselves.

The armored man was quickly greeted with the pained wispy rasp gurgling nearby him, “Apple Bloom…”

Lying amongst the very sea of debris was a lone white girl, arms and legs already splayed out yet within close proximity of one another. She wore an unkempt set of elongated tresses matching not only the apples hanging from the trees but also the puddle of blood too. The redheaded girl had worn a complexion though free of imperfections underlined by black shadowy patches underneath the lids. Despite the messy attire, she was covered by a brown overcoat which did enough to overlay her apricot blouse and purple skirt as well.

“Who is she, what is she, where did she come from, and how long was she staying there…?” he’d asked, edging carefully towards the supine redhead with no weapons of his own to defend himself, “what is the meaning of this…?”

“Apple… Bloom… jutht pleathe… forgive me…” she’d wheezed again, this time with the life and liberty evaporating from her trembling lips.

The armored man was now looking over the redhead’s body to find a hole in her chest and hot pink eyes barren too; this made his lips quiver before weeping, “truly, this is a cruel and fucked up world; what a pain: a little girl is dead.”

“Not quite…” a voice was heard, piercing his ears; the source itself was even more surprising than he could handle: it’d belonged to her, now devoid of lamentations for both the quick and the dead.

Needless to say, the dead redhead jerked upward and began crawling up towards the armored man afore her with the cavity inside her clothes still bleeding out; he was speechless yet found the remaining time to gulp, “holy crapola…!”

“Flath… do you… like me…?” she’d whispered painlessly while taking a stand at once, causing the eponymous denizen to feel his skin undergo a cold snap underneath the metal, “do you like me…?”

“Ahh…!” the armored man yelp as he slipped and fell onto the floor with a loud thud, his head nearby the door.

Just as the instinct to escape started to kick in, he’d felt his left leg being grabbed onto without any resistance whatsoever; the sensation was courtesy of the redheaded girl whom mewed, “pleathe, take me ath your trophy… Hurry… hurry: make love to me, Flath; I want you tho fucking bad…!”

“NEVER…!” the aforementioned individual cried, kicking her in the face directly with his right leg, “LEAVE ME ALONE!!”

“Aw, what’s the matter, soldier boy: you don’t like little girls who make you feel so good…?” another feminine voice had cooed, this time bearing more life and lucidity compared to the redheaded youth in question.

Climbing down the stairs, the armored man was greeted with the sight of a tall woman appearing at the younger counterpart’s side all so easily. A triumvirate of tresses was split into purple, pink, and gold curls already past the wearer’s neck as they’d been already held in place by a veil. Like the redheaded youth, the woman was brightly skinned and bore some amethyst orbs over her smile, except it was free of damage overall. Unlike the younger correspondent, this tenant was clothed to the height of elegant fashion in a flowing white dress with some gold accents. In addition, the woman wore jewelry reminiscent of the armor he had donned except they were sparkling about; even a crystal heart was there.

Flash was lying agape at the sight of another female, sputtering about, “C–C–Cadance, but that’s not even possible; everyone in this whole nation, including myself, thinks you’re–––”

“Dead…?” the titular target tittered about as she’d trudged towards the armored man tirelessly, “not quite, though it seems to me we’re not the only ones removed from the world of the living; of course, there were those who had tasted its sting, like this little girl before yourself: whoever thought all it’d take to turn her into a killer is to see some friend’s sister raped before their eyes? Come to think of it, the shame of being dishonored and left to die at the hands of those whom were supposed to be standing between the Crown and complete anarchy was just too much at all; even, Twist–a–loo understood this far too well since she was the one who stood there and watched the Bearer of Honesty moan like a dirty whore after they’d ravaged her again and again. Now that we’re on the subject, you were the only soldier stunning and brave enough to stop her killing spree from going out of hand; of course, you didn’t really stop her, but rather had tried to save her the very second she’d shot herself through the heart out of fear: the fear of being turned into another common fucktoy to be used and abused by anyone inside and outside the military.”

“But I’m nothing like these bastards; I was young and caring…!” he’d spat out with such indignation.

This caused the tall woman in white to laugh, “yet even you were too slow to stop her from killing herself and your men have themselves to blame as she is, even you…”

“What the fuck does that have to do with me?!” Flash shot back without warning, finding the time and strength to regain his position afore the very females, “I may be a virgin but even I believed in a woman’s right to dignity; besides, this girl’s way too young for my tastes, let alone anyone’s…!”

“Ah, but you’d yearned for some other pining heart, the one you’d felt so sorry for the most compared to that bleeding hearts baby: it’s a shame that the Princess’ faithful student thought of me as her sitter, especially since she found herself burned alive back in the countryside; I almost felt sorry for her…” Cadance chuckled capriciously.

The armored man had noticed the redheaded youth casting aside her overcoat with her fingertips unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing; averting his gaze, she’d moaned illustriously, “you know, I wath going to conthidering athking out at leatht one boy in my clath to be my thpecial thomeone but thothe dayth are over thankth to people like you, Flath–In–The–Pan Thentry. I came over to return thomething to my betht friend Apple Bloom before thethe bathtardth came by and did thethe awful thingth to them: their commander killed Granny Thmith and took her away while three bullieth kicked their dog, beaten and raped Applejack like the wath nothing to them but thome thlave…! Ever thince that day, I had nightmares of what they did to them and thought about what they could’ve been doing to Apple Bloom, like what happened to her thithter Applejack; I even thaw mythelf naked at a junkyard with a purple collar around my neck playing with a thex toy thoved up my rectum like I wathn’t even worth hot thit on a butterthcotch banana thplit thundae!”

“What those that have to do with anything?!” he’d exclaimed, hearing the clothes falling onto the floorboards beneath their feet as all that was left were some frilly pink undergarments clinging to its owner’s body, “I knew nothing about what they did to the farmers at all; do not pin this onto me…!”

“You were the one that had the thtoneth to confront me the day you’d figured out where I wath hiding out: they were nice and happy living by themthelveth but you didn’t conthider the pothibility that tholdierth would do thethe thingth to them; I may have thed their blood ath well ath the enemy too but whatever happened to wath on you ath well!” Twist had spat out a tooth.

Flash was speechless for a moment, staring at the scantily clad redhead with disgust and sorrow as the older woman started to speak again, “I suppose that it has gone on long enough, even longer than I had ever planned: when I’d came to this land, it was so I can gather all the love in it for myself and my army. I would’ve been able to take over this blasted Crown and Country if it weren’t for that damned bomber, Mercury Promenade, ruining the whole wedding: if only if he hadn’t gone and killed himself, at least I would’ve been able to ring his pretty little neck in Tartarus; oddly enough, I’ve not been able to find him here, at least not yet. As for you, it would’ve been nice of you to join us since you were helping these bastards ruin your precious homeland with all the sex, drugs, and violence being thrown around like dead paperweights; even I’d have preferred doing battle against Twilight Sparkle if it weren’t for her showing all these burn scars all over her body from the library being burnt down to the ground. Oh well, at least letting her be broken by those she and her precious friends had dared to trust was a better consolation prize I can leave the world with: besides, with her too broken to notice the difference between me and the real princess, even her friends wouldn’t have been able to worry about her getting too overprotective of her precious big brother Shining Armor himself. Of course, I have some very special friends of mine you would love to meet before we do away with your sorry corpse altogether: one my spies have been able to mimic your precious crush so you won’t have to die a virgin, unlike Twist–a–loo; the other seemed to remind me of that apple farmer except she seemed to be of a different color. Either way, you could say that we’re more than overjoyed to welcome you to our special hell…”

“That I can agree more…!” yet another maidenly giggle made its way through, causing the armored man to look over and be greeted with a pink cloud of mist sprayed into his face: it was starting to eat away the metal he'd wore but left him unharmed for the most part, “besides, you look even cuter without that bulky mess of plating and chainmail anyway.”

“Twilight…?” he’d cried, now in the altogether.

Standing before were two more women whom were also devoid of clothing whatsoever, both alike in fair dignity even if they didn’t express it. The commonalities between the latest additions were rather simplistic to a fault: long hair, cold eyes, voluptuous bodies, and concupiscent faces. In spite of their uniform goals, even they’d possessed their own differences between one another, something Flash was firmly aware of so to speak.

As such, these particular women were entering the house the lonely man was inside, much to Cadance’s delight as well as the redhead’s arousal. For starters, their tresses ran past the nape of the necklines: Twilight was also tricolor – purple, pink, and blue; the other was only a frizzy ginger. Secondly, their skins were already possessing anomalies: the dark skinned woman had patches of white; the lighter counterpart donned black swirls. Third of all, while both invaders had worn green outlines around their irises, Twilight bore some purple eyes whereas the ginger donned turquoise.

The dark skinned woman replied to Flash, cooing about like a stripy carrier pigeon, “oh looky here, it’s seems that nothing can be helped about the military being filled to the brim with fuckheads getting into fights with civilians rather than some enemies. It’s even shameful that you had went to all this trouble to follow in their footsteps, only to fail so miserably; apparently, it seems that our lady and mistress Queen Chrysalis has gained some more followers willing to fight and die on her very behalf, wouldn’t you agree, missus Buttercup…?”

“Oh, quiet you: Buttercup is what husband calls me, but you can call me Pear Butter; besides, I can’t wait to drain the bastard that fucked up my family’s farm and my kids…!” the lighter skinned woman introduced herself, snickering about before kissing Twilight on the lips without a care, “I just so happened to be carrying a very special concoction for the occasion. Back when I was married to him, I was able to make myself a love drug by mixing some mad honey with some Zap Apple jam: managed to get his dick up and running for three hours straight. Of course, I’m going to keep it short and sweet just for you, enough for your dick to turn red like Bright Mac’s hair so fast, you’ll be pissing blood even after you kark it from the suck and fuck the three of us are going to do to you.”

“The three of us…?” the lonely man sputtered as the dark skinned woman was given a multicolored flask.

The tricolored woman in white elaborated, “my children, of course: Pear Butter, Peppermint Twist–a–loo, and especially Twilight Sparkle; I, on the other hand, will pleasure myself to you being ravaged by their appetites until your body aches and then, I’ll be able to finish you off, sexually and violent, possibly at the same time too.”

“You monster, you won’t get away with this, not at all…!” he’d spat out as the three females transformed before his eyes: Buttercup stuck out her long tongue, Twist grew some bosoms, and Twilight unsheathed a prepuce; this made Cadance’s smile grow wider while looking at him, “how the–––”

“A foursome with only a man and three hot women is a lose–lose for all parties since unlike the reverse where a woman is given gratification by three men with their penises, one woman is forced to sit out…” the dark skinned individual answered Flash, resting her left hand onto the newly formed shaft, “however, with me bearing both genders, we’re gonna having a great time.”

“Twilight–––” the lone man blurted out before the eponymous nude silenced him with a kiss, already kneeling down with both of their faces mutually inverted as their tongues touched tips; the former was nauseated by the fact that not only the latter drew first saliva but also thanks to the nudity, another yard was now growing in full view of the other females before themselves.

The dark skinned individual was lost in the ecstasy before snapping back to reality thanks to a light kick to the fundament delivered by the angry ginger snarling about, “get your hindquarters into position, princess; there’s still two of us who want a turn with the failure knight anyway: I know my daughter’s friend wants that dick in her rear now that she’s of age for a boyfriend. Besides, it’s not like all women were against some backdoor action now and then: I had Bright Mac plant his junk into my trunk when we were young and in love; sure, it'd hurt like Tartarus initially but with a little lube, it was smooth sailing from hereon out.”

“Leth talking, more fucking…!” the redheaded tenant snapped as he’d turned over and let loose an assortment of lukewarm hues over the floorboards and clutter after Twilight broke away; this did little to stop eyeing the tumescent prepuce anyway, “I’d figured if Thnipth and Thnailth thtopped chathing after that uppity bitch Trixie, at least they’d have gotten a chance with me…! Of courthe, fatty had to go and get himthelf into a thanitarium while thlendy ended up being a bottom bitch rent boy to be beaten and raped by thomebody tho I gueth you’ll do for now, Flathy Flath…!”

“Hey, what are you ––– alck!” was all that Flash peeped as the dark skinned individual now lain behind himself, her hands around his shaft as her very own was pressed into the nearby prat; the former’s eyelids widen with shock into the blue while the latter narrowed both with lust from the purple.

Before the lone man could scream again, he was being suffocated by Buttercup’s dripping sheath between her legs after Twilight aligned his face towards the ceiling; afterwards, Twist sat over the yard within the waistline with a loud moan, facing the older woman with hot pink eyes already leering over the expanded bust.

The fact that he was completely stripped of armor, movement, and speech by the three unclothed women was an unyielding source of elation for the loner in white who laughed uproariously at his predicament, “just relax, besides, these three know what they’re doing: this body of hers hasn’t been able to consummate the union with their homeland’s champion, Shining Armor. The fact that I’ve managed to let three troubled girls have it their way with you first isn’t much of a concern for the likes of me: as a matter of fact, even I’m welcoming them to partake in indulging a treat of their own choosing; after all, this is what any princess, even one so new and inexperienced like her precious little Cadance, would have allowed, am I right, Flash Sentry…?”

“Why is this happening; what did I ever do to do deserve this: was simply joining the military enough for them ravage me?!” the aforementioned victim ruminated tearfully as they’d explored him without a care for his needs and wants whatsoever, “a normal man would’ve hypothetically enjoyed having a harem at his side, but I’m not, especially with Twilight penetrating me. It’s no use… this is the end: I’m going to die; I’m finished… Twilight, Twist, I suppose you’re giving me what I deserved; it’s only fitting… It’s like what Cadance said; my kind drove this country into ruination: Pear lost her family’s farm and her kids, Twist was driven to kill herself to escape being turned into slaves like that farmer’s daughters, and Twilight watched her home in the countryside be burned to the ground with her inside it… Perhaps, maybe wherever they send me afterwards, at least they won’t follow me; besides, these women are only acting this way cause of people like me: I may not have raped anyone, pillaged a village, or even burned a book so bad to read it would kill people, but I followed after their wrongdoers nonetheless… Guess it means the end is near for me anyway: my body is about to shut down; alright then, this is it, Flash Sentry… I must go… goodbye Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Granny Plasma: I pray that you live long and prosper; as for Twilight, I guess I’ll atone in the next life…”

“The deed is done…” Cadance moaned as the lone man was now drenched from head to toe in fluids of all colors and textures, courtesy of the nude triumvirate whom transformed before his very presence alongside the likes of her too.

The woman in white was engulfed by an aura of toxic jade, enveloping herself into the sparkling fire and electricity much too soon. The otherwise well–kept tricolored tresses Cadance wore were now a darkly translucent teal dyeing all the diaphanous strands. Her skin even turned darker, more so than the androgynous individual with the intestinal accents of aquamarine glycosaminoglycan. Cadance no longer wore the amethysts around her eyes but rather the emeralds splashing around with such accompanying precision. Even so, the floral veil and white dress combo was no more as so was the wearer’s identity; she, too was currently in the altogether.

He was able to notice the Cadance afore himself was a not too distant stardust memory, already bearing a more dense cleavage, petite navel, and wide hips within those curves of his; needless to say, she moaned with triumphant satisfaction, “ahh, it feels great to be the queen again; no more playing pretend princess with the food for my subjects, let alone being chaste and modesty.”

“What the – but how did you–––” Flash sputtered about at the newly denuded woman before exclaiming, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THE REAL CADANCE?!”

“It shouldn’t be of any concern to you my little rudie, but since you were brave enough to ask, I’ll tell you: before Celestia or Luna had been able to notice, I was able to take her place and feed off her would–be husband’s love for her and I would’ve gotten away with taking over the city if it weren’t for that meddling dreamer…!” the imposter answered the helpless man immediately.

The other individuals laughed at him as he’d thought to himself, “so the real Cadance has been missing the whole time…?”

“It shouldn’t matter to you anyway, little boy; after all, as far as anyone’s concerned, she’s already dead as we speak, just like you and me, Queen Chrysalis…” the dark woman laughed as she sat upon Flash’s still tumescent prepuce, guiding her fork to align itself with him, “besides, I think we’ll be destined to do this forever and forever, even after you want to give up. Don’t fret, my little peon… down here, I’m the sex bomb you’ll be around to lose your virginity to for all eternity: all those men and women I’d sucked and fucked in my lifetime were nothing compared to virgins like you, Flash; of course, seeing that my servant Twist stole it away from you, it’s a misnomer but it’ll keep coming back good as new, albeit worse.”

“Hng…!” the peachy man grunted exhaustively as she’d started bouncing up and down his shaft without a care in the whole wide world, struggling to escape but to no avail whatsoever so to speak.

The carnation solution wrapped around his yard made for easy access into Chrysalis’ loose and bloody flowerbed, making his restraint pointless. The woman’s warmth as she'd pivoted Flash’s waistline caused him to pulsate and harden about when his hands been guided toward her bosoms. The lone man was in pain, both physically and psychologically, as Chrysalis was having the time of her life or rather lack thereof according to her. With each thrust increasing in speed, he was too exhausted to resist, let alone keep up with the dark woman whom drooled about with such bliss. Flash dealt a few more crushing blows to her sheath before she’d piddled away onto him without any kind of warning; nevertheless, she persisted. Soon enough, the lone man shot into Chrysalis’ wet fork, creating a solution that was thin and colorful like some orange with the juice and pulp.

The dark woman was panting about as her mouth grew some fangs and sure enough, she whispered lowly into his ears, “now then…”

“Uagh…!” Flash cried before finding some teeth sinking below into his neckline, no doubt her handiwork as she’d drunk away: sure enough, the life and color he’d wore within himself was soon starting to fade away with him still at her mercy due to the time; soon, the former became an emaciated anorexic husk as the latter had gulped, “you… won’t… get… away… with… this… Chrysalis…!”

“I already have, darling…!” the titular tyrant tittered triumphantly, separating the drained man's head with her green fingernails immediately as his neck and stub now bled profusely, despite having been made short work of herself so earlier.