Revenge (April Fools Version)
The Badlands, an expanse of arid desert and craggy rock to the south of Equestria that lived up to its name to the fullest. Few creatures were tough, or resourceful, enough to survive in the harsh conditions this blasted landscape presented, but there were still some signs of life. A scraggly, gnarled bush here, a flowering cactus there, and even a small reptile scuttling along the ground could be seen every now and then. Today, however, it was the scene of a battle that had been a millenia in the making.
Two diametrically opposed beings clashed, one dark and terrible, the other bright and stalwart, their titanic struggle shaking the very earth beneath them as they exchanged blows. On one side was Artemis, the tortured, corrupted blade of Nightmare Moon, and on the other was Celestia, the Light Bringer, Guardian of the Day, and Princess of Equestria. Both were determined to win, for their own reasons, whether they be selfish or virtuous; in the end it mattered little. This was a matter of life or death, as Artemis had already made his intentions for Celestia quite clear if he defeated her.
Artemis had grinned broadly, his eyes shining with his madness and a sense of twisted anticipation as they dragged over Celestia’s form in a shamelessly debauched manner. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you~”
The very idea of her sister’s body, male or not, being used against her in such a vile fashion… Celestia felt her stomach clench unpleasantly as she used the haft of her halberd to shove Artemis away from her. Why in Equestria would… of course. Because it would hurt her all the more. This demon, parasite, or whatever he turned out to be, was truly twisted to have thought of such a torture to inflict upon her.
“Where are you looking, Celestia?!” Artemis demanded, giving Celestia a shock as she realized she’d allowed herself to drift for a moment, the man having closed the distance she’d made for herself in a heartbeat thanks to her distraction. As his sword struck her hastily raised halberd, the mad demi-god smirked. “Oh, I know! You were thinking about what’s going to happen when I win, weren’t you~?”
“Of course not,” Celestia growled, hating herself for giving him such an opening, and for having been doing just as he’d guessed. “Why must you be so disgusting?”
“Because you’re just too damn easy,” Artemis replied smugly as she regained her footing. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, how long has it been?” His black blade clashed against the head of her halberd, sparks flying as the pair of combatants tried to outduel each other. “A decade?” Another blow hammered at Celestia’s defenses. “A century?” He sneered at her from over their now locked weapons. “No… no, I’m betting you haven’t even so much as looked at a man ever since you locked us up!”
“Do you ever stop talking?” Celestia felt her arms shake as she pushed back against him, hands sweaty and heart racing as he’d managed to hit the nail on the head. She felt that she didn’t deserve to be happy, not after how she’d driven Luna away, so she’d never even considered it.
“Sorry, princess, but after spending a thousand years with only a sororicidal nutcase to speak with I find myself feeling chatty.” Artemis seemed to lose focus for a moment, before he scowled. “It’s not my fault you’re insane!” He hissed, though he didn’t seem to be talking to Celestia anymore. Dear Faust, was he… was he talking to her sister? Still, his distraction gave her an opening, one she happily exploited by suddenly stepping forward, twisting the haft of her halberd and wrenching his sword to the side. With her foe off balance, blade out of position, and definitely surprised, she lifted her right leg and struck him in the chest with a kick that could have pulverised a boulder made out of granite.
“So where were you just now?” Celestia taunted him, feeling good about her chances for the first time after having gotten the one over on the insane creature. That and the meaty impact of the kick, combined with the satisfying way the air had simply exploded from his lungs as a result, gave her a distinct taste of vindictive pleasure. Seeing him on the ground, holding his likely broken ribs, was just a bonus. “Not feeling some pre-performance anxiety, are we?” Then he did something that surprised her. His pained grimace turned into a smile and he began to laugh as he pushed himself up to his knees. “What’s so funny?”
“This,” he replied simply, horn flaring with his magic and putting Celestia on guard, but instead of an attack, or some other obvious evocation, black chains sprang up from the ground around her, ending in cruel looking manacles. One latched around her left wrist before she could react, tugging her off balance. Her halberd hit the ground as her right wrist was captured next, pulling her arms out to either side. She struggled against the bindings, her own horn flashing with gold light as she prepared to use her magic to cut herself free, only for a third chain to latch onto her throat. She choked as it squeezed close, her concentration faltering and allowing the conjured devices to drag her down to her knees, even as Artemis got to his feet. “Like I said; too damn easy.”
“R-release me,” Celestia demanded, though her voice came out in a strained rasp, rather than an angry shout. “You basta—” She’d been trying to use magic again, but Artemis was on her before she could so much as catch her breath, one gauntlet-clad hand grasping her by base of her horn, the other shoving a band of icy cold iron down around its length. She felt her magic sputter out like a candle caught in a sudden gale, and she went cold inside as she realized just what he’d put on her. “A magic suppressor? H-how did—?”
“What did you think we were doing for the last thousand years, Celly?” Artemis asked her, tone having lost its cruelly playful edge, instead sounding… heated, and angry. “Reflecting on our crimes?” Using her horn as a lever, he forced her to look up at her. “Like I committed any in the first place!” She flinched as he used his free hand to grip her jaw painfully tight, to the point he was almost cracking the bone. “No, no, we prepared for this moment, when we finally beat you and had you at our mercy.” She tried to struggle, but his grip only tightened as he loomed over her menacingly. She looked into his eyes, so like her sister’s, and saw no mercy within them. He hated her, in a way not even Nightmare Moon had before she’d been forced to banish her, and now she was going to suffer whatever sick retribution he had in store for her.
“I’ve dreamed about this, you know,” he informed her, voice almost a whisper now as he leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart. “About all the things I’d do once I finally had you at my mercy.” He licked her cheek where he’d cut her earlier, causing her to flinch back, only to groan as he held her in place. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to just cut your pretty little head off right now… but no. No, revenge is something to be savored.” His grip loosened, and the hand that had been gripping her horn now petted her now dirty and disheveled mane almost tenderly. “I have a thousand years worth of pain to share with you, Celly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of making you suffer just like you made me.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Celestia had to ask, confusion lacing with the fear budding inside of her. “I never did anything to—” His hands were suddenly around her throat, lifting her bodily off the ground and holding her there, the chains that bound her lengthening to allow him to do so.
“You took my life, you ignorant whore!” He roared at her while choking her mercilessly, the manacle around her neck crumpling under his grip. “You locked me up with an megalomaniacal, wannabe dictator that—” He suddenly dropped her and grasped at his helmeted head, growling as if in pain. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! You know what you are, Nightmare!” Celestia gagged and grasped at manacle that was now cutting off her ability to breathe. “Now, where was I?” Artemis suddenly shook off his bout of… whatever in Tartarus that outburst had been, reaching down and snapping off the binding from her neck with a flick of his wrist, allowing her to get some air back into her lungs. “Oh, yes, that’s right.” He leered down at her. “Revenge.”
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One moment they had been in the Badlands, the next they were in the old castle, the dungeons to be more specific. Artemis had used his magic to bring them there, having planned on doing so from the start, given the way the room they were currently in was laid out. The cell, specifically the one where prisoners were once held for questioning, had been cleaned recently, and the equipment replaced. Celestia found her eyes drawn in particular to a wrack of what could only be torture implements, shivering in the grasp of her captor’s magic despite herself.
“Don’t worry, your highness,” Artemis assured her as he levitated her over to nearest wall, bolting her chains into the stone securely as he continued to speak. “We’ll get to those later.” He removed his helmet, setting it on the nearby table, which held… other things. She didn’t let herself look at them longer than a moment, cheeks gaining a dusting of pink as she realized what they were despite that fact. Instead she focused on the man now standing before her, steadily removing his armor, and gave him her best glare. Sadly he didn’t seem all that intimidated. “You know, if you play your cards right, princess, you might actually enjoy some of what I have planned for you.” His eyes roamed over her again, the princess in question fighting the urge to squirm as she saw the obvious hunger in his lecherous gaze.
“Never,” she spat in disgust. “Do what you want, but I won’t give you that satisfaction, monster!”
“Monster?” Artemis seemed to mull over the word as he set down his gauntlets next, followed by his breastplate. “Really?” His chain coat was next to join the growing pile. “Well, maybe, but I’m not the only one in the room.” He tilted his head, as if listening to something else again, and shrugged. “That’s enough of that, though. I’ve been patient for long enough, and so has my simply delightful host.” And he was suddenly just in her face, nose to nose, his wings blocking out the light from the torches behind him. “God, it makes me sick.” He caressed the cheek he had licked earlier, Celestia pulling her head back as much as she could given her back was to the wall. “Beaten, bloodied, dress in tatters, and covered in dirt, yet somehow you’re still absolutely fucking gorgeous.” She gave him the look she felt that last sentence deserved.
“Flattery won’t—mmnph?!” He was kissing her! Oh, Faust, he was kissing her! One hand on her throat, the other braced on the stone wall next to her head, Artemis kissed her like he was trying to eat her, bruising her lips and tongue forcefully plundering the inside of her mouth, hot and rough as it subdued her own. He tasted like steel and the coppery tang of blood, making her want to pull away, but with him pinning her in place she couldn’t do much more than struggle against her bindings, eyes squeezed shut as she waited for him to tire of this. After what felt like an eternity he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a moment as he chuckled darkly.
“God, the look on your face,” he just about purred, a supreme air of satisfaction hanging about him as she glared at him spitefully. “So angry, so… defiant.” He closed his eyes briefly, letting out a sound that made her stomach clench. “I wonder if you’ll taste just as good—OOPH!” She’d just kneed him in the gut, causing him to stagger back, doubled over, and wheezing for breath. She followed it up with a kick that sent him to the floor, even drawing blood as the force of it split his lower lip wide open.
“Damned bastard!” She hissed, feeling utterly repulsed by him. “I won’t just let you toy with me like this!” He said nothing as he pushed himself to his feet once more, hair hanging about his face as he stood there for a moment. “What? Afraid to approach your prisoner?” He stood there, quietly, long enough that his lip healed and she began to grow nervous. What was he planning now? Then she saw his hands, closed tightly into fists and clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white. Was he restraining himself? She remembered him saying how much he wanted to kill her… could she use this? Only if she wanted him to snap and end it, but that might be preferable under the circumstances. “Well?!” His quiet moments were more unsettling then his loud, angry ones, she decided.
“Sorry, your highness,” he growled through clenched teeth, straightening so the shadows no longer hid his face. Oh, yes, he was very angry. “Your sister had to talk me out of ripping your guts out, that’s all.” He raised his right hand, expression settling into one so cold ice would look warm by comparison. “Forgive me, by the way.” The sound of stone splitting heralded the emergence of another pair of chains, these ones binding her ankles. “I should’ve made sure you were properly restrained before starting our little game.” He then stepped forward and gripped the front of her already damaged dress. “That and you’re wearing far too much clothing for my tastes. It’s time I fixed that.” He ripped the cloth from her body with little effort, the sound of it tearing filling the room as he tossed the scraps away carelessly.
“I’m going to make you pay for this,” Celestia promised him, shame causing her cheeks to flush scarlet as she stood almost naked before him now. “But if you stop now, I promise—”
“What? That you’ll show me leniency?” Artemis scoffed at the idea, one hand reaching out to her chest, pulling down her bra to fully expose her breasts. “No, I don’t think so.” He squeezed the left one in his large, rough hand, causing her to wince in discomfort. “So soft and warm… and your heart is beating so fast.” He seemed to be savoring her reaction, squeezing tighter, so it bordered on pain, before easing off enough that it was simply uncomfortable. “I know it’s too much to hope that you’ll beg for forgiveness, but the fact you’re afraid is just making this even better for me.”
“You’re disgusting,” Celestia informed him, wishing she could pull away from him as he began to massage her breasts with both hands now, with the intent to inflict pleasure upon her now, if his less harsh methods were anything to go be. “You’re also wasting your time. I won’t—” She found something gagging her, one of the items from the nearby table having levitated over while she’d been distracted, a ball gag that was now firmly strapped in place. “Mmmph!”
“Much better,” Artemis said cheerfully, taking pleasure in her frustration it seemed. “You can talk tough all you like, but the body reacts despite our wishes.” Something dark was in the depths of his eyes then, something that made her shiver. Like he knew what he was talking about. “Resist if you want, but it won’t matter in the end.” He moved on to teasing her nipples, stiff from the chill of her cell, rubbing them between his fingers like he knew what he was doing. The implications of all this were horrifying on a completely different level, one she didn’t even want to contemplate. “You’ll see what I mean soon enough.” He leaned over her breasts, latching onto the right nipple with his mouth and assaulting it with lips, tongue, and even, lightly, his teeth.
Celestia clenched her fists and closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from his actions, but he was right. Her body was reacting, so long deprived as it was, and Artemis was, if nothing else, talented in provoking said reactions. She hated her body for giving him this satisfaction, but she could at least hold something back, her voice kept in check even as her skin flushed with burgeoning arousal.
“That’s a good girl,” Artemis purred against her breast, giving her nipples a playful flick with his fingers. “But I think it’s time I had some fun of my own.” Celestia was pulled down to her knees by the chains, Artemis removing his codpiece as she realized what he intended for her to do. “Now, now, don’t look at me like that.” He grinned like a feral animal, his armor now out of the way, and his slacks untied. She found herself nose to tip with his erection, hard and even leaking some of his pre. “You brought this on yourself~”
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“Applejack!” The voice of her little sister calling to her broke the young farmhand’s focus, the embarrassed teen snapping her laptop shut just as the door to her bedroom flew open. Said little sister, Apple Bloom, was giving her an odd look. No surprise, given how her older sibling was sitting cross-legged on her bed in nothing but panties and a t-shirt, in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday no less. “Land sakes, sis, y’all been in here over half the day!” She noted the closed laptop. “What’cha doin’, anyhow?”
“None of yer business, Apple Bloom,” AJ replied grumpily, having just gotten to the juicy bits of her story when her sister decided to just barge in on her like that. “And what have Ah told ya about comin’ inta mah room like that?”
“Not to,” Apple Bloom replied moodily, pouting a bit due to her curiosity being stamped down like that. “But Granny wanted me ta tell ya that supper’s gonna be ready soon!”
“And y’all are perfectly capable of knockin’, ain’t ya?” AJ’s query got a reluctant nod from the girl. “Ah should hope so. Now git, and tell Granny I’ll be down in a minute.” Apple Bloom let out a huff and left, though thankfully she shut the door behind her, allowing her older sister to get back to her story. “Now, where was Ah? Oh yeah~” She began typing again, cheeks red and giggling like the naughty school girl she was.
Author's Note
I had the inspiration to take part in April Fools Day. I hope you're not too disappointed 
Author's Note
Here it is, the full version of my April Fools post. I hope you enjoy the read, because it was strangely fun to write 
Revenge
The Badlands, an expanse of arid desert and craggy rock to the south of Equestria that lived up to its name to the fullest. Few creatures were tough, or resourceful, enough to survive in the harsh conditions this blasted landscape presented, but there were still some signs of life. A scraggly, gnarled bush here, a flowering cactus there, and even a small reptile scuttling along the ground could be seen every now and then. Today, however, it was the scene of a battle that had been a millenia in the making.
Two diametrically opposed beings clashed, one dark and terrible, the other bright and stalwart, their titanic struggle shaking the very earth beneath them as they exchanged blows. On one side was Artemis, the tortured, corrupted blade of Nightmare Moon, and on the other was Celestia, the Light Bringer, Guardian of the Day, and Princess of Equestria. Both were determined to win, for their own reasons, whether they be selfish or virtuous; in the end it mattered little. This was a matter of life or death, as Artemis had already made his intentions for Celestia quite clear if he defeated her.
Artemis had grinned broadly, his eyes shining with his madness and a sense of twisted anticipation as they dragged over Celestia’s form in a shamelessly debauched manner. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you~”
The very idea of her sister’s body, male or not, being used against her in such a vile fashion… Celestia felt her stomach clench unpleasantly as she used the haft of her halberd to shove Artemis away from her. Why in Equestria would… of course. Because it would hurt her all the more. This demon, parasite, or whatever he turned out to be, was truly twisted to have thought of such a torture to inflict upon her.
“Where are you looking, Celestia?!” Artemis demanded, giving Celestia a shock as she realized she’d allowed herself to drift for a moment, the man having closed the distance she’d made for herself in a heartbeat thanks to her distraction. As his sword struck her hastily raised halberd, the mad demigod smirked. “Oh, I know! You were thinking about what’s going to happen when I win, weren’t you~?”
“Of course not,” Celestia growled, hating herself for giving him such an opening, and for having been doing just as he’d guessed. “Why must you be so disgusting?”
“Because you’re just too damn easy,” Artemis replied smugly as she regained her footing. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, how long has it been?” His black blade clashed against the head of her halberd, sparks flying as the pair of combatants tried to outduel each other. “A decade?” Another blow hammered at Celestia’s defenses. “A century?” He sneered at her from over their now locked weapons. “No… no, I’m betting you haven’t even so much as looked at a man ever since you locked us up!”
“Do you ever stop talking?” Celestia felt her arms shake as she pushed back against him, hands sweaty and heart racing as he’d managed to hit the nail on the head. She felt that she didn’t deserve to be happy, not after how she’d driven Luna away, so she’d never even considered it.
“Sorry, princess, but after spending a thousand years with only a sororicidal nutcase to speak with I find myself feeling chatty.” Artemis seemed to lose focus for a moment, before he scowled. “It’s not my fault you’re insane!” He hissed, though he didn’t seem to be talking to Celestia anymore. Dear Faust, was he… was he talking to her sister? Still, his distraction gave her an opening, one she happily exploited by suddenly stepping forward, twisting the haft of her halberd and wrenching his sword to the side. With her foe off balance, blade out of position, and definitely surprised, she lifted her right leg and struck him in the chest with a kick that could have pulverised a boulder made out of granite.
“So where were you just now?” Celestia taunted him, feeling good about her chances for the first time after having gotten one over on the insane creature. That and the meaty impact of the kick, combined with the satisfying way the air had simply exploded from his lungs as a result, gave her a distinct taste of vindictive pleasure. Seeing him on the ground, holding his likely broken ribs, was just a bonus. “Not feeling some pre-performance anxiety, are we?” Then he did something that surprised her. His pained grimace turned into a smile and he began to laugh as he pushed himself up to his knees. “What’s so funny?”
“This,” he replied simply, horn flaring with his magic and putting Celestia on guard, but instead of an attack, or some other obvious evocation, black chains sprang up from the ground around her, ending in cruel looking manacles. One latched around her left wrist before she could react, tugging her off balance. Her halberd hit the ground as her right wrist was captured next, pulling her arms out to either side. She struggled against the bindings, her own horn flashing with gold light as she prepared to use her magic to cut herself free, only for a third chain to latch onto her throat. She choked as it squeezed close, her concentration faltering and allowing the conjured devices to drag her down to her knees, even as Artemis got to his feet. “Like I said; too damn easy.”
“R-release me,” Celestia demanded, though her voice came out in a strained rasp, rather than an angry shout. “You basta—” She’d been trying to use magic again, but Artemis was on her before she could so much as catch her breath, one gauntlet-clad hand grasping her by base of her horn, the other shoving a band of icy cold iron down around its length. She felt her magic sputter out like a candle caught in a sudden gale, and she went cold inside as she realized just what he’d put on her. “A magic suppressor? H-how did—?”
“What did you think we were doing for the last thousand years, Tia?” Artemis asked her, tone having lost its cruelly playful edge, instead sounding… heated, and angry. “Reflecting on our crimes?” Using her horn as a lever, he forced her to look up at her. “Like I committed any in the first place!” She flinched as he used his free hand to grip her jaw painfully tight, to the point he was almost cracking the bone. “No, no, we prepared for this moment, when we would finally beat you and have you at our mercy.” She tried to struggle, but his grip only tightened as he loomed over her menacingly. She looked into his eyes, so like her sister’s, and saw no mercy within them. He hated her, in a way not even Nightmare Moon had before she’d been forced to banish her, and now she was going to suffer whatever sick retribution he had in store for her.
“I’ve dreamed about this, you know,” he informed her, voice almost a whisper now as he leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart. “About all the things I’d do once I finally had you at my mercy.” He licked her cheek where he’d cut her earlier, causing her to flinch back, only to groan as he held her in place. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to just cut your pretty little head off right now… but no. No, revenge is something to be savored.” His grip loosened, and the hand that had been gripping her horn petted her now dirty and disheveled mane almost tenderly. “I have a thousand years worth of pain to share with you, Tia, and I’m going to enjoy every second of making you suffer just like you made me.”
“W-what are you talking about?” Celestia had to ask, confusion lacing with the fear budding inside of her. “I never did anything to—” His hands were suddenly around her throat, lifting her bodily off the ground and holding her there, the chains that bound her lengthening to allow him to do so.
“You took my life, you ignorant whore!” He roared at her while choking her mercilessly, the manacle around her neck crumpling under his grip. “You locked me up with an megalomaniacal, wannabe dictator that—” He suddenly dropped her and grasped at his helmeted head, growling as if in pain. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! You know what you are, Nightmare!” Celestia gagged and grasped at manacle that was now cutting off her ability to breathe. “Now, where was I?” Artemis suddenly shook off his bout of… whatever in Tartarus that outburst had been, reaching down and snapping off the binding from her neck with a flick of his wrist, allowing her to get some air back into her lungs. “Oh, yes, that’s right.” He leered down at her. “Revenge.”
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One moment they had been in the Badlands, the next they were in the old castle, the dungeons to be more specific. Artemis had used his magic to bring them there, having planned on doing so from the start, given the way the room they were currently in was laid out. The cell, specifically the one where prisoners were once held for questioning, had been cleaned recently, and the equipment replaced. Celestia found her eyes drawn in particular to a wrack of what could only be torture implements, shivering in the grasp of her captor’s magic despite herself.
“Don’t worry, your highness,” Artemis assured her as he levitated her over to nearest wall, bolting her chains into the stone securely as he continued to speak. “We’ll get to those later.” He removed his helmet, setting it on the nearby table, which held… other things. She didn’t let herself look at them longer than a moment, cheeks gaining a dusting of pink as she realized what they were despite that fact. Instead she focused on the man now standing before her, steadily removing his armor, and gave him her best glare. Sadly he didn’t seem all that intimidated. “You know, if you play your cards right, princess, you might actually enjoy some of what I have planned for you.” His eyes roamed over her again, the princess in question fighting the urge to squirm as she saw the obvious hunger in his lecherous gaze.
“Never,” she spat in disgust. “Do what you want, but I won’t give you that satisfaction, monster!”
“Monster?” Artemis seemed to mull over the word as he set down his gauntlets next, followed by his breastplate. “Really?” His chain coat was next to join the growing pile. “Well, maybe, but I’m not the only one in the room.” He tilted his head, as if listening to something else again, and shrugged. “That’s enough of that, though. I’ve been patient for long enough, and so has my simply delightful host.” And he was suddenly just in her face, nose to nose, his wings blocking out the light from the torches behind him. “God, it makes me sick.” He caressed the cheek he had licked earlier, Celestia pulling her head back as much as she could given her back was to the wall. “Beaten, bloodied, covered in dirt, dress in tatters, and yet somehow you’re still absolutely fucking gorgeous.” She gave him the look she felt that last sentence deserved.
“Flattery won’t—mmnph?!” He was kissing her! Oh, Faust, he was kissing her! One hand on her throat, the other braced on the stone wall next to her head, Artemis kissed her like he was trying to eat her, bruising her lips and tongue forcefully plundering the inside of her mouth, hot and rough as it subdued her own. He tasted like steel and the coppery tang of blood, making her want to pull away, but with him pinning her in place she couldn’t do much more than struggle against her bindings, eyes squeezed shut as she waited for him to tire of this. After what felt like an eternity he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths for a moment as he chuckled darkly.
“God, the look on your face,” he just about purred, a supreme air of satisfaction hanging about him as she glared at him spitefully. “So angry, so… defiant.” He closed his eyes briefly, letting out a sound that made her stomach clench. “I wonder if you’ll taste just as good—OOPH!” She’d just kneed him in the gut, causing him to stagger back, doubled over, and wheezing for breath. She followed it up with a kick that sent him to the floor, even drawing blood as the force of it split his lower lip wide open.
“Damned bastard!” She hissed, feeling utterly repulsed by him. “I won’t just let you toy with me like this!” He said nothing as he pushed himself to his feet once more, hair hanging about his face as he stood there for a moment. “What? Afraid to approach your prisoner?” He stood there, quietly, long enough that his lip healed and she began to grow nervous. What was he planning now? Then she saw his hands, closed tightly into fists and clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white. Was he restraining himself? She remembered him saying how much he wanted to kill her… could she use this? Only if she wanted him to snap and end it, but that might be preferable under the circumstances. “Well?!” His quiet moments were more unsettling then his loud, angry ones, she decided.
“Sorry, your highness,” he growled through clenched teeth, straightening so the shadows no longer hid his face. Oh, yes, he was very angry. “Your sister had to talk me out of ripping your guts out, that’s all.” He raised his right hand, expression settling into one so cold ice would look warm by comparison. “Forgive me, by the way.” The sound of stone splitting heralded the emergence of another pair of chains, these ones binding her ankles. “I should’ve made sure you were properly restrained before starting our little game.” He then stepped forward and gripped the front of her already damaged dress. “That and you’re wearing far too much clothing for my tastes. It’s time I fixed that.” He ripped the cloth from her body with little effort, the sound of it tearing filling the room as he tossed the scraps away carelessly.
“I’m going to make you pay for this,” Celestia promised him, shame causing her cheeks to flush scarlet as she stood almost naked before him now. “But if you stop now, I promise—”
“What? That you’ll show me leniency?” Artemis scoffed at the idea, one hand reaching out to her chest, pulling down her bra to fully expose her breasts. “No, I don’t think so.” He squeezed the left one in his large, rough hand, causing her to wince in discomfort. “So soft and warm… and your heart is beating so fast.” He seemed to be savoring her reaction, squeezing tighter, so it bordered on pain, before easing off enough that it was simply uncomfortable. “I know it’s too much to hope that you’ll beg for forgiveness, but the fact you’re afraid is just making this even better for me.”
“You’re disgusting,” Celestia informed him, wishing she could pull away from him as he began to massage her breasts with both hands, with the intent to inflict pleasure upon her now, if his less harsh methods were anything to go be. “You’re also wasting your time. I won’t—” She found something gagging her, one of the items from the nearby table having levitated over while she’d been distracted, a ball gag that was now firmly strapped in place. “Mmmph!”
“Much better,” Artemis said cheerfully, taking pleasure in her frustration it seemed. “You can talk tough all you like, but the body reacts despite our wishes.” Something dark was in the depths of his eyes then, something that made her shiver. Like he knew what he was talking about. “Resist if you want, but it won’t matter in the end.” He moved on to teasing her nipples, stiff from the chill of her cell, rubbing them between his fingers like he knew what he was doing. The implications of all this were horrifying on a completely different level, one she didn’t even want to contemplate. “You’ll see what I mean soon enough.” He leaned over her breasts, latching onto the right nipple with his mouth and assaulting it with lips, tongue, and even, lightly, his teeth.
Celestia clenched her fists and closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from his actions, but he was right. Her body was reacting, so long deprived as it was, and Artemis was, if nothing else, talented in provoking said reactions. She hated her body for giving him this satisfaction, but she could at least hold something back, her voice kept in check even as her skin flushed with burgeoning arousal.
“That’s a good girl,” Artemis purred against her breast, giving her nipples a playful flick with his fingers. “But I think it’s time I had some fun of my own.” Celestia was pulled down to her knees by the chains, Artemis removing his codpiece as she realized what he intended for her to do. “Now, now, don’t look at me like that.” He grinned like a feral animal, his armor now out of the way, and his slacks untied. She found herself nose to tip with his erection, hard and even leaking some of his pre. “You brought this on yourself~”
Celestia tried to jerk away from it, to put some distance between her and the girthy thing, but Artemis grabbed her by the hair, holding her in place as he rubbed the shaft against her cheek. It smelled of sweat and a distinctly musky, male scent that made her heart beat just that much faster, much to her shame. This was ludicrous! Artemis was going to rape her, and her traitorous body was reacting like she was a virgin on her wedding night!
“I’m going to remove the gag now,” Artemis informed her in a tone that chilled her to the bone. “If I feel even a hint of teeth, I’ll break your jaw and do what I want anyway.” He tilted her head back so she could see his face, and she knew he was serious. “Behave yourself and I won’t hurt you… much.” His smirk made her want to spit at him, but all she could do was glare. “Now be a good girl for me, Tia, and suck my dick.” He then did as he said he would, removing the gag, much to her relief, only to press the head of his member against her lips, the smell of it becoming all the more intense to her as a result. “Well? Go on, Tia. I’m sure you can remember how this works.”
Celestia looked at his face, then his cock, hesitating as she considered her options. He was going to force it on her either way, and it would hurt terribly if he had to take that route. Part of her wanted to defy him, no matter what he would do, but another part, the cold, logical part that she had cultivated for all those years she spent ruling alone, told her to cooperate. She had endured countless trials, seen enemies fall before her time and time again. She would endure this, no matter the shame it might bring to her in the short term. All she needed was a chance, a single opening, and she could bring this all to a close. She simply had to be patient.
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“Mmmm, use your tongue, you nasty little slut,” Artemis purred as Celestia worked his cock, one cheek bulging as she bobbed up and down its turgid length. “That’s it, Tia. You’re getting much better at this.” His praise was poison to her ears, a burning shame gripping her despite her resolve. “Fuck, I might even keep you around as my toy if you do a good enough job of sucking me off.”
Celestia squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block him out, focusing on just getting this over with and praying he would orgasm quickly. “Hey, hey, what did I say about eye contact?” She groaned around his member, forcing herself to look up at him, to see the twisted pleasure in his eyes and the devious smirk on his face. “You look so good sucking my dick. Like you were tailor made to be my bitch.” He laughed at the way she flushed in anger. “Yes, get angry at me! Keep resisting me as much as you can, otherwise it won’t be any fun when you finally break!” He gripped her head with both hands suddenly, pushing his cock down her throat and causing her to gag on it. “Now quit fucking around and suck it like the whore I know you are!” He then let go, Celestia coughing and choking as he pulled back. “Catch your breath and do it right this time, Tia, or we’ll do it my way instead.”
Celestia grimaced as she finished fighting down her gag reflex, though she still panted softly, the feeling of his damnable penis plunging down her throat still fresh in her mind. It had scared her, how easily he could do it, how helpless she was, and… no, stop thinking about that.
You need to endure this, Celestia, she reminded herself, wiping a bit of spittle from her chin. Artemis was growing impatient, if the look he was giving her was anything to go by, and hesitating now would only serve to worsen the experience. So, she shoved her reservations aside, and got to work. The slack of the chains allowed her to crawl forward to reach him, one hand cupping his testicles, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft. He relaxed a bit as a result, then moaned when her mouth slipped over the head of his cock.
Celestia looked up at him as she started out her ministrations slowly, the taste of him filling her mouth as she bobbed over the head of his dick, tongue circling it every time she rose up, while her hands massaged and stroked him respectively. He was right, much as she hated to admit it. One didn’t just forget how to have sex, much like using their magic or riding a bicycle, though lack of practice made her efforts a little… sloppy. She could hear the wet slurp of her mouth gliding over him, saliva dripping from where her lips passed over the hot flesh of his cock.
“Yes, Tia, that’s much better,” Artemis groaned for her, one hand reaching down to gently caress her hair, almost startling her out of her rhythm. “Mmmm, fuck me, I knew you’d be good at this~” She tuned him out as best she could, not wanting to listen to his teasing, taking almost half of him into her mouth down with every bob of her head. Part of her imagined this was some terrible nightmare, and the rest of her wished it was, but it allowed her to cope, at least a little. She even began to… no, stop it, don’t react! Her cursed body and it’s damnable impulses! Why now? Why him?!
Celestia squeezed her eyes shut to try and block it out, choking a bit as she pushed herself to take him into her throat, though it wasn’t nearly as bad as when he’d forced it on her. She could feel him trembling, hear his breaths starting to come in short, eager pants, and knew he was getting close. If she timed it right she could at least spare herself having to taste it, but the next thing she knew he was grasping her hair and horn in his hands, holding her in place so he could begin to fuck her mouth and throat. She grasped his hips, trying to push back, to fight, but he was too strong with her magic suppressed like it was.
“Yes, that’s my good little slut,” Artemis hissed as he mercilessly shoved his dick down her throat over and over again, causing his balls to slap against her chin with every thrust. “Now take my cum, Tia, and don’t you dare spill a drop!” He thrust once, twice, three times more, and the next thing Celestia knew he had pulled back enough so the head was in her mouth before the first hot, salty burst hit her tongue. She tried to protest, but all that amounted to was a wet gurgle as his thick spunk filled her mouth and began flowing down her throat. She had to swallow in order to breathe, convulsively gulping his seed down and groaning in disgust at herself. It didn’t go on for too long, thankfully, and he pulled out once she was finished swallowing the last of it.
“B-bastard,” Celestia gasped, panting for breath as she gave him the dirtiest look she could muster. He only gave her a satisfied grin and tapped his still very much full erection against her cheek.
“Oh, I know,” he agreed cheerfully, giving her head a pat, like she was his dog and she’d just done something cute. “Now clean me up, slut, and remember not to miss a drop.”
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“Oh, Celestia, you dirty girl!” Artemis jeered, having her suspended from the ceiling, spread-eagle and face down, when he’d moved between her legs. “Did you seriously get wet from sucking me off?”
“What?!” Celestia jerked her head up and tried to glare at him, but the angle made it extremely awkward to do so. “There is no way I’d—” She was cut off when he ripped off her panties and pushed a finger past her folds, sinking it in all the way to the knuckle, causing her to gasp and jerk as it sent a shock of pleasure through her belly. He took it out and circled back around her, holding up the finger in question, the middle one, go figure, and showed her the glistening moisture that was an obvious sign she’d gotten aroused by it.
“Told you, the body doesn’t lie,” he taunted her, even flicking her nose with the offending finger, causing her to flinch. “You need to be more honest, Tia.” He decided to lick his finger clean, chuckling at the taste. “What do you know? You taste better~”
“So, what now?” Celestia asked, wanting information as well as to delay the inevitable. “Are we going straight to the rape, next?” She tried to sound nonchalant, and mostly succeeded, but she could tell he wasn’t fooled in the slightest.
“I’ve technically been raping you since the moment I got you down here,” Artemis pointed out with a lecherous smirk. “But since you asked, no, not just yet. I wanted to reward my good little slut for the work she did on my dick.” She grit her teeth and looked away as he laughed. “I just didn’t expect you to be such a cock-fiend that you’d get wet from it~”
“I swear to Faust that I’m going to—!” The gag was promptly shoved right back into Celestia’s mouth, cutting off her attempt at making a threat, leaving her to glare impotently instead.
“Ah, ah, ah, cock sleeves don’t talk back,” Artemis chided her, even going so far as to wag his finger back and forth as if chastising a rebellious child. She was really starting to hate this perverse creature. “Now, how should I reward you?” He seemed to ponder this, looking over to the nearby table, where the assortment of modern sex toys lay, ready for use. How he’d gotten them, she didn’t know, didn’t want to know, but it was obvious he planned to use them to torment her further. “Oh, yes, that is a wonderful idea! Thank you, Nightmare.” Was he really talking to her corrupted sister? The implications of such a thing… no. No, it had to be some game he was playing to try and mess with her head.
“Now hold still,” he instructed her, levitating over some sort of… earring? No, it didn’t look right. Wait, where was he going to put that?! “This might sting just a bit, but it’ll be over in a moment.” She tried to look underneath herself, but the angle was wrong, and over her should wasn’t any better. He took the ring between his fingers, reached between her legs, and a burning, stabbing sensation struck the most intimate part of her, causing her to flinch and cry out at the shock of it. He’d just pierced her clitoris! Strangely enough, however, his words rang true, the pain slowly fading to be replaced by an odd sense of warmth. “Ah, good, it’s already working.”
What was working? What had he put on her? Celestia squirmed as much as she could against her bindings, jiggling the chains holding her aloft as the heat in her loins began to spread outwards, making her skin itch in the worst possible way as it went. Her heart began to beat faster, her breaths coming in short, hot pants through the gag in her mouth, and she felt so damn hot! Faust, what had he done to her?!
“Now, I imagine you’re wondering just what I’ve done,” Artemis remarked, as if reading her mind. “You see, this little number is specially enchanted to induce increased sensitivity and lust in whoever is wearing it. Just. Like. So.” With those last words he gave a gentle tug on the clit ring, but instead of pain it sent a jolt of pleasure through her groin, causing the Solar Monarch to jerk and gasp despite herself. “And it’s only just begun to work!” He laughed as another tug caused her to moan involuntarily. “Leave it on too long and the body becomes one big g-spot!” His hands slid over her thighs, her skin breaking out in goosebumps with how good it felt for him to simply touch her. “You’d even orgasm from me fucking that naughty little mouth of yours again~”
Celestia knew it was pointless, but she struggled anyway, not wanting to be turned into some kind of wanton whore through his twisted little device’s enchantment. But the chains didn’t even do more than rattle, and Artemis laughed again, mocking her efforts. If she really managed to survive this, she was going to murder him, she swore it!
“Now, let’s see about rewarding my good little slut,” Artemis announced, cupping her sex with one hand and grinding the heel of his palm against her folds, causing her to twitch and groan softly. “You’ll love this, I promise.” He seemed to delight in this game of his, and when he pushed two fingers inside of her, drawing a sharp gasp from Celestia’s lips, he chuckled wickedly. “I’m going to love breaking you down,” he whispered to her, leaning over her body as he began pushing his fingers in to the knuckles, leaving her panting for breath from the increased sensitivity. “And then, I’ll build you back up into my nice, obedient little whore.” He slowly drew them back out, causing her to fidget and writhe, until the very tips of his fingers alone remained inside. “I might even keep you around for awhile.” Then he shoved them back inside, causing her to cry out shamefully as pleasure rocked through her. “My sweet little Tia. My obedient breeding bitch.”
There was no build up after that; he simply fucked her with his fingers hard, fast, and as deep as they could reach. Wet, lewd sounds echoed off the chamber walls, the sound of his palm slapping against her with each thrust a sharp counterpoint to her panting gasps of pleasure. She hated herself for succumbing to the enchantment, but she couldn’t help herself! It felt so good, and it had been so long… oh, Faust, she was going to cum!
“Yes, you’re close, aren’t you?” Artemis asked, the way she was tensing up cluing him in. “Go on, then, my little slut. Cum for me!” His free hand reached under the one at her slit, tugging harshly on the clit ring and sending her over the edge suddenly, her cries music to his ears as her body succumbed to its release. He laughed in delight, feeling her clamp down on his fingers and watching her buck and writhe in the grasp of the chains. Yes, it really had been a wonderful choice. Once she was finished he withdrew his fingers from her and chuckled, giving her plump ass a gentle pat.
“Just think,” he began, circling around her and letting her see the wicked gleam in his eyes. “In about an hour you’ll cum from just about anything I’ll do to you.” He licked his fingers clean, laughing as she looked away. “I’ll leave you to stew for a bit, but don’t worry. I’ll be back~”
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How long had it been? One hour? Ten? Celestia couldn’t tell anymore. It was hard to even think at this point, her body such a massive lump of pure needthat it was next to impossible for her to focus on anything else. She’d been hanging there helplessly ever since Artemis had left, skin gleaming with sweat and moisture dripping freely from between her legs, and with each passing minute the effects of the clit ring only grew worse. Was he ever coming back or had he decided that this was how he’d end her? She honestly wasn’t sure which she preferred at this point. Succumb to madness, or find relief with the man that wanted her either dead or barefoot, cock hungry, and pregnant.
The princess groaned at the thought of relief, things low in her belly contracting almost painfully at the mere idea of it. She honestly just wanted this to be some horrific hallucination, brought on by centuries of loneliness and grief… but she wasn’t so lucky. She could hear boots on stone now, which meant he was coming back. She found herself eager to see him, and immediately felt disgusted with herself. Stop it! Don’t give him the satisfaction! Yet, when he stepped into view, she knew he had won. He was dressed in his armor once again, that devilish smirk on his face sending a shiver through her core as he opened her cell door, his gaze burning her like a brand as it swept over her.
“I just spent a riveting time in your forbidden archives, Tia,” Artemis told her casually, removing his helmet as he stepped inside. “You really need to teach the librarians better manners, though. They actually tried to stop me from checking out a book.” A flash of horror cut through the haze of lust as Celestia caught the sight of blood on his gauntlets. “Such rudeness, and from a reputable establishment no less.” He sighed, as if in dismay. “Things will have to change once I’ve secured power.” There was a flash of annoyance in his eyes for the briefest of moments. “The captain of your guard decided to round up his men and form a ragtag resistance.” Pride over Shining Armor’s initiative blossomed inside her briefly. “Something about rescuing their princess, I believe.”
Celestia managed to glare at him, watching as he began to remove his armor once more. Faust, why was he taking his time? To torment her with the waiting for him to finally take her? Sadly, she found that it was working. The longer he stood there, removing his armor piece by piece, the more she felt the need taking a firmer root in her mind. He didn’t stop at his gambeson this time, stripping it off to reveal the hardened, scarred body underneath. The wounds he must have suffered… how had they happened up on the moon? She found herself studying them to distract herself, but the body they were marring kept distracting her. He caught her staring, his smirk widening into a satisfied grin.
“But enough about my day,” he went on, sitting in the room’s only chair to begin taking off the armor covering his legs next. “Tell me, dear Tia, how was yours?” Her silence didn’t seem to phase him in the slightest. “Really? That dull? Well, we’ll have to do something about that, then.” Between one moment and the next he had completely disrobed, naked and proud as his wings spread wide behind him. “First, there’s just one thing.” He removed her gag, the princess working her jaw a bit as he leaned in closer. “Beg me for it.”
“N… never,” Celestia managed to whisper, the effort to say that alone draining her. Her body was on fire, and with him this close, warm and alive, it wanted release. He clucked his tongue at her and gave her a “gentle” slap, both pain and pleasure brought by the contact, much to her shock.
“What did I say about talking back?” Artemis was chiding her again, cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb over her lower lip, the sensation of it akin to him touching somewhere else. “Now, Tia, be a good girl and do as I say. Beg me to fuck you.” She shut her eyes and tried shaking her head, earning herself another slap in the process. “You’re just going to make this worse on yourself.” His thumb parted her lips and dipped inside, rubbing over her tongue and causing her to groan hotly. Stupid enchanted clit ring! “Beg me to stick my cock inside that slutty little pussy of yours, Tia.” He chuckled as she began sucking on his thumb without realizing it, moaning lustfully before she caught herself. “See? You know you want it, so why resist anymore?”
“C-can’t,” Celestia stammered, the word muffled a bit by his thumb, causing him to take it out of her mouth. “C-can’t just… give in. Won’t let… you win.”
“Gotta say, princess, I’m actually impressed,” Artemis told her, his tone only slightly mocking this time. “I expected you to beg for my dick the second I walked in here, but you’re still resisting.” He grinned like a cat that was about to get the canary. “Not for long, though.” He suddenly kissed her, tongue spearing into her mouth and licking along every inch of it, causing her breaths to come in shallow pants through her nose. A kiss, a stupid kiss, felt like he was eating her out… dear Faust, he was going to do it. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him back and shivering in obvious pleasure, hips twitching with every stroke of his tongue across hers.
“N-no, don’t stop,” she whined when he pulled away, her eyes widening as her brain caught up with what just passed her lips. “W-wait… no, I didn’t—” He kissed her again, cutting off her half-hearted protest while one hand reached under her to grab one full breast, squeezing it almost brutally. There was hardly any pain this time, the move instead triggering the release that had been building from the moment he began to tease her lips. Her voice was swallowed by his mouth, and he continued to kiss her, drawing it out until she was a quivering mess.
“Now beg me,” he instructed her, and this time, she couldn’t stop the words from passing her aching lips.
“Please… please, fuck me,” she whimpered, hating herself all the more for giving in to him. “I can’t stand it anymore, please! My mouth, my ass, my pussy, I don’t care, just do it!”
“That’s my good little slut,” he purred, pleased with her it seemed. “And now, your reward.” His hardened cock was pressing into her mouth before she could even draw her next breath, fucking her mouth and throat with a harsh passion that had her eyes rolling up and garbled moans forming around his dick. She was lost… dear Faust, he’d beaten her and she was enjoying it. His hands on her horn and gripping her hair, guiding her head as he thrust into her again and again, the way her body rocked in the grips of his chains… it was just too much.
Celestia was cumming again, eyes squeezing shut as her body quivered and bucked with the intensity of it, Artemis letting out a surprised gasp as her throat tightened around his shaft, as if trying to milk him like it was another hole entirely. The princess could only shudder against him, choking and gasping in the throes of her orgasm, and weep from the loss of her will as his efforts took hold of her completely. Eventually he pulled out, gleaming with her saliva and twitching as he panted softly.
“Holy shit, Tia,” he said, sounding impressed. “I nearly came with you there.” He chuckled and gave her an affectionate pat on the head. “But don’t worry, we’re not done yet.” She could only smile, happy that he was going to give her more attention. The chains shifted so she was standing, but bent over, ass and pussy on display for him as he walked behind her. “I think I’ll go in order of what you requested.” His hands spread her lovely ass cheeks wide, exposing the virgin rosebud of her sphincter to the air as he licked his lips. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” she replied without hesitation. “I want it so bad!”
“Tell me what you want, Tia,” he urged her on.
“I want your cock inside me,” she answered him. “Please, give it to me!”
“As you wish.” And he did, pushing past the tight ring of her sphincter with a grunt, the pain it caused her for him to stretch her without any prep lost to the ecstasy of being filled by his cock once again. He was kind enough to give her several moments to adjust to him, but he finally started to move his hips, leaning over her back and grasping her wings at the base where they met her back, using them like handles as he pounded her. The meaty slap of his hips against her ass, the wet, softer sound of his balls striking her soaked cunt, and his moans joining her eager cries filled the cell.
“You’re such a nasty whore, Tia,” he chastised her, giving a particularly hard thrust to drive the point home. “Getting off on me fucking your ass for the first time.” He laughed. “I love it!”
“Yes, yes, I’m such a bad princess!” She agreed, practically drooling as he railed her ass again and again. “I love your cock, Artemis! It feels so good!”
“Don’t worry, your highness,” he assured her. “I’ll give it to you as often as you like.” He nipped her ear teasingly. “If you agree to be my broodmare, that is.”
“A-anything!” She cried, not caring what he wanted her to do, only that she didn’t want it to stop.
“Then say it,” he instructed her. “Say; please, master, make me your broodmare.”
“Please!” She begged him shamelessly. “Please, Master, make me your broodmare!”
“As you wish,” he said again, withdrawing from her ass and shoving into her pussy without warning, burying himself to the hilt inside of her, so the head of his cock pushed against her cervix. “Say it again, slut!”
“Make me your broodmare, Master!” She exclaimed, pressing back against him eagerly. “Please, I want it so bad!”
“That’s my girl!” He declared with pride, slam-fucking her cunt with short, brutal thrusts, her body shaking, breasts swaying and ass jiggling as he jackhammered her fast and deep. “Here it cums! Don’t spill a drop now!” Then he hilted himself inside her one last time, and she screamed for him as she felt his seed flooding inside of her womb, truly lost as her inner muscles milked him of every last bit of the hot, creamy stuff. “Now, dear Tia,” he whispered against her neck. “You’re mine.”
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Three months later…
Artemis sat upon his throne, making a pleased sound in his throat as his loyal little bitch worked his cock with that talented mouth of hers. Celestia, former princess of Equestria, knelt between his legs, moaning lewdly as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She was already showing the bump of their first child, and he grinned at the thought of the once mighty princess giving birth to his heir. The country was his, and his alone, the archives having granted him a way to remove the presence of Nightmare Moon from his mind, while the resistance to his coup had been crushed. Honestly it had been so easy once he captured the supposed Princess that called herself Mi Amore Cadenza. Threatening her had made Captain Shining Armor fall in line faster than he’d expected, and the last pockets of his pathetic army had been rooted out shortly after that. Now Cadenza was kneeling at his right hand, eyes squeezed shut and leaking tears as her beloved aunt worked his dick like a pro. Truly revenge was a dish best served hot.
“It’s good to be the king~”
