Author's Note

Ah, you've made to chapter ten of Fireflower's fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before, a Mature one no less on the grounds that previous chapters have dealt with another heavy subject matter proven to be unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated; thankfully, this one will be considered the tamest of the bunch but no less smaller.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I want to take the time to say thank you for never pulling out too early since we're now very close to the end of the story; somehow, the new year had still provided us with a new hope to have and hold with tender loving care rather than yet a totally lost cause and the strength to continue onward in staying tuned for the future that is the now: I believe at this rate, everything will make sense soon enough.

However, let me just also say that, with many thanks aside, I hope you can be able to stomach this chapter now even more than the others before it and still have the strength to continue onward in staying tuned though the passing times; nevertheless, I want to apologize for letting this chapter go on longer than I had expected: it seems that chapter two's reputation for being the longest has been officially dethroned, something that the previous chapter happened to shared.

Corona

There was a complete absence of light currently dominating the very environment, all shrouded in mystery and suspense which relied consistently on the element of uncertainty at large. While there had already remained a stark likelihood of loneliness filling the air itself at once, the atmosphere was more than enough to clear out within due time for one reason or another. Additionally, even at least a few clues were presently providing some semblance of substance which was instantly dwelling inside even with the lack of a solid terrain, let alone earth.

Lain out right amongst the pitch black darkness was one of the very few possibilities which was becoming unveiled rather slowly: a lone bright skinned female lying supine. In about the strands of dark scarlet were but two lone stripes of purple sliding down in the middle of it all, starting with an extra adjunct holding up the summit firmly at once. Considering the fact the woman’s eyes were tightly closed, she was fast asleep at the moment, especially considering that her fabrics were light purple with pink polygons.

Of course, it was far from peaceful as it was shown clearly, tossing and turning about amidst the darkness as her face contorted in a struggle between straightened out and overwhelming emotion. Shuffling about in a somewhat reckless abandonment, the brightly skinned woman remained trapped within the comforter as small snorts of oxygen commuted onward without a care therein. To think something or someone would interact with the likes of her would be out of the question, even as if she was stuck inside the veils of darkness, ghastly as it may be currently so to speak of.

“MOONDANCER…!” a voice shouted out into the darkness followed by hard knocks upon the wood, prompting the titular tenant’s eyelids to fly open and unveil her darkly rank irises of purple.

It didn’t take long for the brightly skinned woman to arise from her slumber, turning her gaze to the source of voice with a yawn, “huh… who is it at this hour…?”

“MOONDANCER… ARE YOU IN THERE?!” the first voice echoed again, this time more frantic even as she was taking the time to pick up a pair of glasses nearby to wear them, “PLEASE RESPOND…!”

“Alright, I’m coming; keep your shirt on…!” the aforementioned tenant barked as she’d stepped out onto the flooring beneath her feet.

As the bright skinned woman took no time to confront the rapping instantaneously, its owner grew more frantic as they turned into gentle booms, now shrieking about, “MOONDANCER, OPEN UP…!”

“CALM DOWN, I’M GETTING THERE…!” she’d replied in turn, her clear visage becoming more concentrated with crimson than her eyes while approaching the door up in front of her, “what’s up?!”

“It’s about your friend, Twilight…” the voice answered, stuttering about as Moondancer finally opened the door.

At long last, the brightly skinned woman made contact with the subject’s identity: a masculine individual of a similar nature standing before. Like her, his hair was matching both eyes and pants, albeit a solid blue ran raggedy with some strands being out of place yet otherwise neat. The man’s attire consisted of a long–sleeved yellow shirt and black shoes, each of them stained with splotches of crimson above the textiles.

Moondancer’s frown melted into shock as she was watching him panting and wheezing about, clutching his stomach while asking, “Comet Tail, what on Equestria happened to you?! You look liked you’d seen a ghost…!”

“Worse… I saw something happened to her…!” the eponymous visitor sputtered as he struggled to control his respiration, staring at the feminine tenant, “can I come inside…?”

“Of course…” she said softly to the man at once.

It didn’t take long for him to be led into Moondancer’s domain: despite the darkness, her presence was enough to put him at ease; with that said, he spoke to her, “I want to start off by apologizing for my behavior… it’s just that I’d never prepared myself for such an occasion, let alone seeing two of her…”

“Two of her; are you talking about Twilight…?” the maidenly tenant asked as she sat Comet Tail onto her bedside, helping him take his shirt off after turning on a light, “you’re not making any sense about it; please calm yourself down and tell me everything…”

“Okay, I’ll tell you: it’s just that I never saw myself as good enough to talk to Twilight lately, at least not after the Celebration; it’d all began when I’d went to her house earlier to deliver a note, letting her know how I feel…” the man said softly.

A poignant pause presented itself between him and her, at least until the latter asked the former, “what were you going to say to her in that letter…?”

“How much I’ve grown to love and respect her since the plundervine incident…” Comet Tail explained it plainly to Moondancer with only a somber look amongst themselves, “ever since that day, I couldn’t go outside without worrying about the ground underneath my feet rumbling about. It’s funny… up until this moment, I’d never considered the possibility that I would be bound and gagged by something so gnarled and dark, let alone get this close to being assaulted by them; I believe the Neighponnaise had a term for it, except there were octopi and a woman… Even now, I can’t look at plant life the same way ever again no matter what: the sight of weeds and thorns make me nervous to no end, especially ones that go unchecked for too long; one time I’d gone without food for an entire week ‘cause I was afraid of being attacked in the bathroom should I go use it. The worst part about it was the fact that even after all the fighting and resistance, I couldn’t seem to get any relief from it: everywhere I’d went, people had either laughed at me or dismissed me outright because they couldn’t stop talking about how all the women were raped in the past, especially Applejack of all women; even I’d wondered how cruel we’ve been back in the day. I know Twilight had been questioning about what happened to her even before that day, especially since she’d became her friend after the Celebration; I lament the fact Applejack had been suffering since the day before the war broke out, especially considering who’d gone and did this to her no less. No one had been able to even ever care about how I’d felt on that day the same way as her, despite how different and distant I am compared to her or any of her friendship circle, whether in Ponyville or Canterlot; even now, I’ve felt more alone in the world than ever knowing that out of all the people whom cared about my plight, she’d helped me out the most. It’s sad knowing about what happened to others who’d suffered like me and even worse, especially Twilight’s friends, Applejack and Rainbow Dash; these girls had saved Equestria more than once so far and this is how they’ve been repaid for their deeds: beaten and raped long before the others no less?! This whole thing makes me sick to my stomach having to go back to these days: this was meant to be one of the safest countries on the planet, not a playground for evildoers; sure our ancestors happened to deal with monsters on a regular daily basis, especially Gusty and Starswirl alongside their ilk but what happened in our time years ago, this was too much. Now it seems to me that the whole universe loves to have yet another nasty consternation to give us: some old friend from your youth has come back to Equestria as a demon with an army of thralls to enslave the homeland; even worse, Twilight has been fused with one of her doubles she’d brought back with to Canterlot…!”

“What… you mean to tell me that my best friend has been merged with her doppelganger; but that’s impossible: how would that even work, outside of magical means?!” the maidenly tenant exclaimed following the lonely man’s expository explanation in due time no less, not that it’d matter as he’d shed a drop from his left eye.

Nevertheless, he’d persisted, “I know, Moondancer, but something seemed strange about the whole thing the second I’d seen it happen; it’s odd, seeing two Twilight Sparkles together no less, especially considering how they looked alike: one of them was similar to a demoness with her hair flying up like it was ablaze, wore glasses matching her horn, and had wings and tail. Her double ad even acted like a whole different person compared to her, some kind of smiling sweetly sister’s sociopathic surprise servicewoman, the opposite of the real one; come to think of it, the former was kind of surprised to find out how drastically different they were from one another initially: she even went so far as to ask if this was actually the real deal or someone else. Of course, the minute she’d said no, they… they… they both… TWILIGHT, WHY?!”

“Twilight…?” she’d sputtered as Comet Tail’s composure broke timelessly, watching him cry out profusely as he turned away from her, “we’ve always been together: I’ve learned so much from and with her ever since we were in kindergarten together; she’s always been so scared and shy…”

“I’M SORRY, TWILIGHT; PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU: FORGIVE ME…!” the melancholy man yelled out with tears in his eyes.

As Moondancer watched him collapsed onto the comforter, both of them were assaulted by a harsh yet feminine voice hissing into the darkness around themselves, “ask for forgiveness from Twilight, the woman you’d ditched, but as for us, we never had the slightest intention of forgiving you…”

“We… what is this ‘we’ stuff; who in Equestria are they talking about…?” the maidenly tenant gasped as she and Comet Tail were now looking for answers immediately, “show yourself already…!”

“Now, now Moonie… I’m pretty sure that you’ve already remembered me by now; damn, it must have been years since I’d returned to this old city: even I’m still questioning how much has changed since then but enough talk from me cause you’ll know soon enough…” the hissing cooed about; afterwards, both Moondancer and her guest were treated to a startling sight therein.

Out from the darkness were a legion of men and women dressed in various fashions as well as lacking thereof, all of whom had eyes glowing about in a moderate cyan as they stood next to a fiendish threesome. Compared to the gathering storm opposite of the tenants in question, the trio had commonalities: some fiery shaped hairstyles, tattered wings, clawed fingers, pointy ears, gnarled dentitions, and forked tongues too. Plain as day despite the darkness before the dawning, it was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, neither Moondancer nor Comet Tail would dare to stay here anymore longer with the likes of them.

Of course, they still had some significant differences between the fiendish threesome themselves, especially at the first glance from the tenants’ collective perspective so to speak of. For starters, one of them was a tall female with a madder scheme upon her integuments while the remainders at her sides were lightly skinned males: one opalescent, the other amber. The fiendish intermediate had elongated tresses of vivid crimson and brilliant yellow matching her frock whereas the others wore short hairs of moderate azure and brilliant orange. The red giantess wore eyes matching the glow of their congregation, albeit against a jet–black sclera; the smaller males both donned brilliant amaranths amid snow white instead. Out of the fiendish trio, only the intermediate herself wore black boots with moderately crimson accents; the remainders donned predominately black tunics and leggings instead.

Seeing them all in the shared line of sight made Moondancer’s skin crawl and her hair stand on endwise as she spat out, “Sunset…?”

“In the flesh and blood as I live and breathe, Moonie; I’m pretty sure that you were dying to see me again after all these years…” the titular giantess cooed without a care, looking down upon the tenants beneath her very feet, “it’s such a shame no less: alone again after I’d abandoned you to your friends… what were your names again: Lyre, Lemonhurst, Twinkletoes, and Minutia…?”

“Don’t play that shit with me, murderer: you know their real names good and well, she–demon; besides, I know what you did Twilight…!” Comet Tail barked out at the fiendish intermediate without a care.

This earned the lonely man a showing of the two remainders baring their fangs, booing and hissing about: of them, the cobalt one was the first to buzz, “you shut your mouth; you shut your fucking face, fuckboy…! Even our lord and master Sunset has proven to be kind and merciful to the likes of her, despite her similarities…”

“Yeah, you stick a sock in it, cuckhead…!” the gilded fiend chimed in with a guffaw before turning to face Sunset with a submissive grin, “did it work: are we finally going to town for them soon, master…?”

“In time, Snails… there’s still a matter of tying up loose ends here: as far as I see it, it has always been my destiny to rule since the day I’d first looked myself in the first, quite literally so to speak; of course, my precious teacher couldn’t have me going off alone like it’s nothing…!” the red giantess answered back as she’d given Moondancer a mean look.

This made the maidenly tenant gasp, “Princess Celestia… what have you done to her…?”

“Nothing too significant, for the most part; after all, I need her alive for a lot of reason and former loyalty isn’t that important enough…” Sunset said to Moondancer with a hearty chuckle, unnerving both the latter and Comet Tail himself in the process, “besides, killing her as well as her kith and kin would have far–reaching consequences beyond a world war so to speak. Ever since I was little, all that I could think of was how alone I was in Equestria: while everyone had families, friends, neighbors, and/or anyone willing to sell them pierogi, I happened to be a dirty little orphan girl with no past or future to claim as my own; that all changed when she took me in. It’s sad knowing that I’d betrayed my mentor’s trust by letting myself become obsessed with that mirror, but not sad enough to embrace my destiny; even now, I couldn’t believe how many years it’d taken for that dream to become reality: me ruler of all over Equestria, no the world…! Of course, even I’d happened to be willing to share that power with the likes of someone else, which I’d expected of myself or anticipate: as I was digging up some dirt to eliminate any of those whom would’ve opposed me, I saw that precious Twilight all alone in the world with her family cheering her up, even that sister–in–law, the Dean of my rivals’ school. Despite this, it wasn’t enough for her to keep smiling: everyday I’d observed her, she was being pushed around by both schoolmates and faculty alike despite being the rudder steering their ship onto the path of victory for oh so long ago; not even that bitch of a principal gave a shit about Twilight, piling a fuckton of work on a teenager while dangling her dream college like carrots. Even then, my transformation into what you are seeing now wasn’t even the first so to speak; in fact, we’ll be getting into more of that latter but right now, you must be wondering about what it has to do with your precious Twilight: it’d all started back when we’d first met on summer vacation no less. She was at her wits’ end, ready to thrown herself over the edge and into the void from which she could never return from; of course, all that change when I’d stepped into her life, initially because the tears she’d been shedding at the time were too much: come to think of it, I was wondering how she ended up there instead that podunk school I’d escaped to years ago. Anyways, I’d found myself hugging and kissing Twilight like a couple of newlyweds, off campus and out of sight of course; it seems to me that unlike our fair and just world, being exploited by a principal who cares about a record more than the well–being of others was just the tip of the iceberg: even her family would’ve been shocked about her having interest in romance. Speaking of which, our relationship served as the tipping point for the other Twilight to transform first after one experiment too many: at first, she was more like an angel to me, or at the very least a martyr considering what her school did to her on a regular daily basis; what I had never counted on was her attempting to use this power to take revenge…”

“Revenge… on Twilight’s mind; but she would never… would she…?” the maidenly tenant squeaked out.

The red giantess wasted no time laughing uproariously before regaining her composure, “relax, as far I’d seen it now, these two Twilights are more different to each other like snowflakes scattered to the quantum fucking wind: even the Twilight of my own original homeworld was willing to show mercy even after what happened to her friends and family. What’s even more funny is that Princess Celestia chose her to be my replacement after my departure and all she’d ended up doing was heading out to Ponyville with five other like–minded girls like her to go save from Nightmare Moon and the like; of course, after what these bastards had done to them, I think it’d be nicer for the rest of the quintet to meet their other selves. Even a she–demon such as myself can remember what it’s like to have some personality, especially since I was one soft and weak; compared to what I’d done, your Twilight’s friends would be itching to have some payback with their tormentors once they’re done with face–to–face with each other: nothing screams girl power like polymerization and synchronization.”

“What face–to–face; what does this have to do with her friends: how do they fit into all this?!” Moondancer hissed out loud at Sunset, now unperturbed by the latter’s gestures and presence, “speak up, dammit…!”

“The main five, silly…?” another feminine voice droned on, playful and pleasant yet foreboding and flagrant for it didn’t belong to either the bright tenant or the red giantess.

The source of the new speaker was instantly revealed to be out amongst a quintet of women like Moondancer herself: like many others surrounding Sunset and her underclassmen, their eyes were obscured by cyan, except only slightly; in addition, they, too, wore clothes that had blended in with their peers as well as the tenants watching them all. The first was bright skinned yet tickled pink like her hair with both irises of a big blue matching the jacket, boots, and wristbands, accented by a raring–to–go concave; in addition, she’d worn a snow white shirt with a big purple heart in the midst of it and a pink skirt with three balloons: two had just shared the same eye color but one was yellow. Nearby was another one with fair skin, albeit with a reminiscence of lemon chiffon in a lighter shade with eyes of teal ready to move heaven and earth and lighter pink hair: her attire also consisted of a white blouse but they were accompanied by a chartreuse skirt and boots combo; her skirt had a small flock of lepidopterans trailing about. Standing next to the lemony compeer, the bystander happened to have ivory integuments and eyes like starry sapphires: unlike the two whom donned rosy tresses, her own hair was colored into mulberries matching her diamond studded skirt and boots; with that said, even the latter also wore a white shirt like the former except with long sleeves. From there, another bright onlooker seemed to stand out about with her shorter hair possessing thin racing stripes resembling the entire spectrum: like the pink peer, she wore a blue and white combo of a matching jacket and boots except her undershirt possessed a tricolor thunderbolt; in addition, her pink and white skirt overlaid long black shorts. The last of these was not like the others for she was a dark skinned blonde with eyes in an emerald splash matching the regions of her predominately white blouse: aside from the widely brimmed hat over her long tresses, she wore a denim skirt held up by a leather belt with a red apple shaped buckle with a dark brown pair of fruity boots.

The maidenly tenant’s heart rate started skipping some beats here and there as she’d whimpered, “no, it can be…”

“Sorry you had to see us this way, Miss Moondancer, not that you did anything wrong at all: we students at Canterlot High never had a clue how our doubles were being treated, let alone Twilight…” the lemony traveler sighed as she looked up to the red giantess before returning to face the aforementioned witness, “even in this world, she can’t seem to catch a break either way. Of course, it won’t probably matter anyway once we bond with our doubles again; in any case, you probably know us well enough to see the similarities between us and them: the Elements of Harmony was just one stark difference out of many especially since your Twilight led them so long ago. Well, even Sunset assured us that she’d learned from her mistakes as well as our from the past; you see, we have adopted one singular truth: no matter where others are born and raised, there will always be cruelty defined effortless. A long time ago, we would’ve been seen as the beautiful side of the spectrum, a world where ponies can wake up, go to school, and sometimes see the world: when you explore beyond the comforts of your home, you get to see all the flora and fauna to your heart’s content; it was a dream come true, especially for the likes of me. Since shifting focus to the other side of things, no thanks to that uptight bitchface, we’ve grown accustomed to unlocking our true potential hidden within but unlike many who push and train themselves until their bodies gave out from being too sore we like to stick to having many passionate pittances with each other. Poor Twilight Sparkle hasn’t had a good time with anyone in her entire life before Sunset came into her life; Crystal Prep was a horrible mess that pushed her to the edge of everything and nothing. You think people these days would learn their lesson after one too many tragedies and calamities but no, they keep making the same stupid mistakes over and over again; speaking of stupid mistakes, you want to get on their fan clubs’ bad side…? Just post a slanderous horrifying rumor anyhow and holy oasis they’ll eat you alive and not just for dirty stinking lies: we’ve had to take an entire neighborhood full of families to task for allowing a bunch of kids to beat and traumatize each other on a regular daily basis over some candy; it’s so unbelievable, ain’t it…? But we did it because dear goodness they were making our Manehattan feel like the Crystal Prep Students: well at least they all said sorry to our Twilight before the whole thing, only because Sunset convinced her to find another way; the Ratfinks, on the other hand, had to watch a trailer park be burnt to the ground, even though we took the liberty of evacuating everybody earlier.”

“Burning a neighborhood to the ground: how the fuck can you do that to someone; why?!” the lonely man snapped, his face now red with heat.

It was at this point the normal intermediate began to answer, “you want to know why… because it was a whole fuckton of fun for the lot of us, especially considering what they’d done; after all, these selfish bastards had their fun tormenting each other and themselves: have you see the party they’d confessed to throwing for three troublemakers only to betray two of the invited…? I did like the fact it was fun watching these traitors seeing a nearby neighborhood being burned to the ground, even though it’d messed up the land and air despite being a controlled burn and not some run–of–the–mill wildfire; sure, even I’d admitted it was overkill but we were being far too merciful in dealing with their kind, especially their parents no less. Just think about it: all those years within that decade and then some spent on get–rich–quick schemes to get some jawbreakers only to end up losing that money and then more in so many ways known and unknown; granted, they were kids but sometimes you wonder what their folks were thinking about when everything was going to the dump within that timespan. I’ve always wondered what kind of people had these kids: lazy dullards spouting non–sequiturs, geniuses aiding and abetting ne’er–do–wells, greedy oversexed scoundrels, siblings emulating their doting bitch of a mother, desperate weaklings relying on borrowed power, aimless beauty queens, bikers with attitudes, foreigners and their ways, bald kids with slabs of wood, and so on. Sure, they weren’t always like this, at least not to each other, yet with the way things were going, these nine minors were on their way to destroying themselves yet they couldn’t measure up with the big kids on the block, whether they be a trio of licentious bullies living in a dreamworld composed of their victims’ nightmares or some firstborn fuckwit fucking up his brother’s life. Peace and quiet are great enough to encourage people not to let a giant H fall onto them and end it all but there always be voids growing within yourself; as such, you hardly get to feel alive long enough to appreciate it and maintain them for as long as you can: barring death, do you ever wake up feeling like you wish you can go back to sleep and forget it all…? I know one too many individuals do and not just elders like Granny Smith and Goldie Delicious, but also younglings too naive to comprehend things like suicide and such; of course, that’s the natural mindset for all living things, something that your kind can relate to, especially seeing what Twilight went through in your world. For a society that takes peace for granted, the people who think this way are both normal and abnormal at the same time: on the one side, when wars break out, it’s seldom peacemakers and peacekeepers who celebrate; on the other hand, we have a bunch of cowards worshiping death and destruction of others from a hideyhole full of modern comforts. Either way, we’re one of the same to some extents ‘cause we all gotta go the way of all flesh someday so the least we can do is make the most of it between now and then while preparing ourselves in the meantime because facing the truth of this cruel sick world so one can understand it means nothing without ideals like friendship and family, even if you’re a talking tree stump.”

“Okay, besides the fact that you told me about how you justify following this she–demon, what the fuck are you saying?!” the maidenly tenant snapped out stressfully, holding back the urge to gag reflexively despite them, “the real Twilight would’ve never said or done these awful things, let alone be around people who do such things on a regular basis; please snap out of it…!”

“You’re right… the real Twilight was, is, and always above the fuck shit you’ve been listening to, especially considering that your half of her went all the way to Ponyville to learn about friendship; it’s such a shame she’d ended up going alone to have the plug pulled abruptly, wouldn’t you agree, AJ…?” the rainbow–haired observer sighed derisively to the tanned blonde.

Finally, the far–right woman got some airtime of her own, laughing uproariously before getting a grip and groove back into the swing of things, “boy howdy, even Ah would feel sorry to see mah doppelganger here, lying on the floor weak and vulnerable to the taint they’ve forced her into; all the more reason t’ avoid men unless they soft and weak as ya. Of course, ya know so much about being soft and weak, seeing that yer precious Twilight upped and abandoned ya t’ be party of one; either way, we’re all just the same as everyone else, even those who reject concepts like the golden rule and common goods: adherence is required but violation be damned. Even in our world, many have conquered and ruled for reasons only known t’ the likes of them: no matter how many great accomplishments here and there further down the line, history will remember all the blood that had been spilled by virtue of examining the soil beneath our limbs; after all, it’s in many creatures’ natures t’ cause death and destruction for we’ve embraced it all. Forget fighting for peace or giving it an honest chance, they’ve spoken far too much about their own secrets: the function of all societies, including one we live in, is the concept of finding power in anything whether its acting skills, emotions, bloodshed, cheese, friendship, hate, language, legacy, love, lust, music, trust, and even virginity; sharing and hoarding means little. Irregardless of the various production values, redistribution of wealth, consumption by others, research and development, replication and dissemination, and the eventual decomposition into nothingness, it all comes down to the ability to inspire others to your will and their will, be if friend or foe; in the end, it’s the means and conclusion that matters for it is its singular purpose. Sunset and Midnight will conquer Equestria and beyond for simple reasons: enlightening those born without knowing faith, hope, or charity as well as suppressing those who undermine and syphon them for their own usage; the fact that an imbalance exists here and there is a reason why magic exists on both ends, whether you took weak to seek it or too strong to share it with others. By the sovereign will and force of arms, we’ll rule your homeworld and in so doing remake them and each other, conquering and beat the nations of your planet into dust and reforge them into our self wrought image: a collection of societies without misery, cruelty, selfishness, treachery, or deception, something your Princesses would love the most as much as her loving subjects. Our descendants will walk the hillsides and depressions of the future, graceful beneath the sun, rain, moon, and stars, with no more between them and their naked purity than a hydrogen ion; then, the clashing best laid plans of mice and men going astray will be nothing more than a past nasty, sad yet worthy reminders to spread friendship and magic to those worthy of our cause.”

“Your plan will fail: you’ll never make it this far, not with the Elements of Harmony; they’ll stop you all…!” Comet Tail spat out with indignation, much to Sunset’s enjoyment whom was rolling back in the air, laughing madly; this had brought him confusion and delay in the process, “what’s so funny about it, you she–demon?!”

“Your counteraction, the silly idea that your homeworld’s precious Elements of Harmony would do that: had any of these subjects retained the slightest iota for the whole millennia, they’d have take better care of them as well as their potential wielders; besides, I have no use for them anymore…” the red giantess had answered, casting away the joy and excitement straightaway.

Moondancer had felt her own ears ringing about, finding the resolve to ask Sunset at once, “how come…?”

“It’s simple… I already have all the power I’d wanted and it’s all thanks to my faithful friend’s research; if it weren’t for her, then I wouldn’t have gotten this far…” the red giantess shot back, hissing about as she’d directed the maidenly tenant’s attention to the former’s congregation of followers, “after all, she’d shown me how much more importance there is in other things overall. Originally, I’d planned to take over Equestria alone upon my return but the problems of that Twilight’s world reminded me of some sad little contradictions here and there; the fact she’d been pushed around by both her peers and teachers had made me sick to my stomach, even to the point of realizing how foolish I’d been acting. To think we’d team up to escape the drugeries brought by our unfair, uncaring, and unavoidable worlds of hatred, misery, and death, a normal individual would’ve killed for such a golden opportunity; with that said, even I was smart enough to convince this Twilight to spare her tormentors since we’d needed all the manpower to conquer your homeworld. After all, Princess Celestia has been nothing but merciful to the likes of me, especially before my initial escape from her domain, something that her counterpart from beyond the mirror had in common; also, she was more of a real mother to me as Twilight’s parents were to her, all the more reason to spare her, that and maintain the balance of course: no use in destroying the world. So then, this is it, the end of the line for you two: when this is all over, your resistance will be nothing but a fleeting memory for you’ll be assimilated into the fold; but, before we get to that point, I’d like to say sorry for abandoning you and your broken down friends, especially considering what they had to go through with that cursed war and the terrorists lumbering about.”

“You’re pretty fucked–––” the lonely man attempted to speak before being forced onto the ground all of the sudden; afterwards, he’d looked back to find that his right leg was twisted out of shape with an eerie fuchsia glow, down but not out.

Moondancer’s eyes widened with shock as her shrinking pupils took note of Comet Tail’s position, forcing her to bolt up and reach out to him; of course, this had earned her a similar fate, her left hand now radiated in a darker shade as the sudden force pinned her toward him in an instant: she was now completely helpless, powerless, and incapable of dealing with the pain.

The maiden tenant gazed at her masculine guest with dismay, weeping softly, “dammit…!”

“I’m sorry it’d to come down to this as well: even as a so–called she–demon like me, according to Commodious, I have no use in you two being corpses or my opponents…” Sunset said as her legion started advancing towards both Moondancer and Comet Tail without hesitation whatsoever, “a real friend wouldn’t have allowed it to happen at all. Had any of your peers and/or opponents thought rationally, it would’ve been obvious that a war with Equestria would’ve doomed them from the very beginning, especially if Nightmare Moon had entered the picture as she were: take a look at yourselves, products of a pathetic packet of societies devoid of sense and sensibility; but, fear not, you two won’t die, at least not yet… Now then, I, Sunset Shimmer, command you subjects all to restrain them both and tranquilize them…!”

“HAPPILY, YOUR GRACE…!” the standing multitudes complied, doing as the red giantess told, much to the tenants’ collective discontent as they’d both became completely immobilized.

Of them, the bouffant woman produced a syringe with a clear liquid from her coat pocket and stuck it into Moondancer’s wrist with a giggle, “goodnight, Moon…!”

“ACK…!” the maidenly tenant cried out as she felt a bunch of hands grabbing onto her body, something that Comet Tail felt all too well, “Twilight, what have they done to you…?”

“Sleep tight, young lovers…” Sunset said sweetly as Moondancer’s vision starting dissipating, soon seeing nothing but absolute darkness almost instantaneously.