Author's Note

Author's note (Please read!!): I want to say from the start that this is my first fanfic. After
reading many wonderful stories on this site I've finally decided to actually try writing one of my own. I know I am not any good but I hope I am at least decent enough that you will be able to enjoy this story.

Also I currently don't have an editor and I can't seem to find one. I will be the first to admit I am terrible at proof reading but I will do what I can until I can find a real editor. but, if you can look past the mistakes, please enjoy feel free to comment. I am always looking to improve.

Enjoy!

Prologue - A Naked Truth Revealed

What?…

How?…

…Why?

Yes, ‘Why?’ That is the word. It just seemed the most appropriate right now. It just felt right…..no, that’s not quite true. Nothing felt right about this, nothing at all. It has been hours since she received that…that accused letter. Who would have ever guessed that a simple piece of paper could bring with it such…devastation. No, that’s not quite right either. it wasn’t just the letter, oh no that was just the foundation to this cathedral of torment that her heart now dwell within. No, It was in fact what came with the letter that was the true source of her sorrow.

Photographs...

There was four of them and each one more heartbreaking than the last. Every single one containing the love of her life. The one pony who she vowed before her family, friends, Canterlot, all of Equestria to love, honor, and obey above all else. The one she pledge her life..nay her very soul too. The handsome stallion that all the mares wanted but was hers and hers alone. The former captain of Celestia’s royal guard, the current head of the guard for the crystal empire.

Her Partner

Her Husband

“….Shining Armor…”

Just mentioning his name caused a fresh wave of burning tears to pour from her eyes. Once, she said his name with such love and devotion now, she could only speak it with jealousy, sorrow, and worst of all despair. No matter how hard she tried to put it out of her mind even if it was just for a moment so she could think, it always proved to be a futile effort; for the images in those photos now burned within her mind. This was one of the rare occasions that she hated that she had an excellent memory. Even now she remember each one in detail.

The first photograph had her former lover standing with a huge grin on his face. He was younger in the image; she remembered they both were in the twilight of their high school years and were going steady. She knew they were together at that time because of the way his mane was styled. She personally styled it for him. While she found him to be cute, it always bothered her how his mane look, like he had just gotten out of bed, (perhaps that was the first clue) of course she didn’t touch it until after they were officially a couple. It was kinda of her simple way of claiming him but not leaving a hickey on his neck or some other mark.

Of course, one would think that If he was in the photo then naturally she would be right next to him; both smiling, capturing the joys of young love with a simple picture, but no, this was not the cause for within the photograph was another pony, but it wasn’t her, it wasn’t even one of his close friends as far as she knew…it was in fact another mare. A mare with a light cerulean coat and what could only be describe as a swirl of crimson and light pink mane and tale, if it wasn’t attached to a pony one could make the mistake of believing it to be frosting. Much to her charging the two ponies were standing side by side in the picture…a little to close for her liking. The mare had her hoof around the young Shining Armor with her own smile and what looked to be a twinkle in her eyes. At the bottom of the image there was a title: “Best Buddies”

If it was just that one image, any pony can interpret it as something harmless. Two close friends taking a photo together, that would make sense…if it was just that ONE image. But, as her mind drifted towards the next couple of photos, her teeth clench and the tears that she was shedding were were no longer fueled by sorrow but by anger and frustration.

The second photograph had both Shining Armor and that……mare together again, and in this one there could be no doubt in any pony’s mind over what was going on. The image showed that…that bucking SLUT bent over in front of her then soon-to-be husband while he mounted her, his hoof on her back making sure to hold her in place while he rutted her with reckless abandon. His eyes were clench shut and his teeth bared as he drove his hard member deep into that mare again and again. This picture had it’s own title: “Best Bachelor’s Party”

She knew that look, it was the look she had seen on him countless times when they had their own nights of passion, and it just brought more pain when she remembered the third photograph.

This one was directly connected to the previous one because it took place within that same damn night, in that same damn room. It contained the same two ponies but it was shot at a different angle. While the second picture was shot from the ponies sides the one was shot more towards the mare’s flank, not directly mind you but at an angle that you could clearly see shining handy work, and oh, did he work.

The image showed Shining still standing on his hind hooves but was positioned more to the side for that camera could get a good look and what he just finished doing. He had a stupid goofy grin on his face, and his cock, hanging limp and free, soaked in the mixtures of both the mare’s juices and his own cum, and the mare’s own cunt gushing, over flowing, with the mix juices falling to the ground. This one had the title: “Last Shot of Freedom”

It was at this point she found anger slowly growing and turning into full blown rage, ‘last shot of freedom?’

“Last shot at freedom?!” She cried out in anguish, those words were like a punch to her gut. She felt as if her life was a prison and marriage was a sentence that she was being forced to serve. Marriage was suppose to be beautiful, it was suppose to be your signal to the world that you have finally found your love. Everypony is born alone, she knew this perhaps better than most, but that was suppose to be one of the wonders of living. From the moment that every pony is born they all strive to find that special somepony,

that being that makes us happy,

that being that makes us whole,

The one that becomes the center of our very existence….

The one you cannot be without because you can’t even stand the thought of becoming only ‘half’ a being once again.

Now that she thought about it, this might have been another clue. She remembered how Shining Armor looked after that Bachelor Party, His friend vouched for him saying ‘the party was just too much for him’. Attempting to rationally think about all this, these were in fact photographs, not video and she knew from personal experience what Shining was like under the sheets and how long he could last, even drunk. There was no way a camera could be set to constantly take pictures during that huge time frame and still have enough film document it all, there was just no way and Shining’s magic wasn’t present because his horn wasn’t glowing in the photo which means some pony else took those photo’s at that damn party and now that she was thinking about it, Shining’s friend did have this smirk on his face when he was feeding her this bullshit story.

“….Damn him….damn them all to Tartarus.” She wanted to scream out those words but all she could muster was a whimpering gurgle. Of course her torment didn’t stop there for it was the fourth and final picture that sealed this coffin shut and left no room for doubt.

The last photo once again showed her husband but this time older, His body shaped from years of guard training, his face loosing any of those boyish features, he was a chiseled, magnificent full grown stallion and was once again rutting that same Celestia forsaken mare. While he was doing the deed, he had on the crystal empire royal guard helmet, the very same helmet that he claimed to wear with pride; especially since she had that helmet custom made for him to give on his birthday. A small symbol to commemorate everything that they went through together since coming to the crystal empire, fighting off King Sombra, helping the crystal ponies rebuild, just to name a few, and here he was treating it like some sick prop in a sexual role play. A complete mockery not just to the crystal empire but to his own wife.

It was in that image that she finally recognized that bitch! It was none other than Mrs. Cup Cake. Of course she kicked herself earlier for not recognizing her in the earlier photo when she first look through them. She was too focused on the fact that her Shining armor was with another mare to pay any real attention at the time. How could her Shin-

…no, he wasn’t ‘her’ Shining Armor anymore was he? In fact he probably never was…..

But there was two aspect of the picture that just tore her heart in two, even more so than the helmet he was wearing while he was rutting that mare. The first was Mrs. Cup Cake herself. She wasn’t bent over as far as she was, like in the second photo and the reason for this was that she was already pregnant with the cake twins. That’s right, she was already within the final stages of her pregnancy yet here she was being taken like a bitch in heat. The second detail was the title of this photo.

‘Best Daddy’

Even now she could remember how close the two had gotten, ever since she announced that she carrying shining’s foal. Mrs. Cake became especially friendly towards her, of course she always was polite in their previous engagements but this time she seemed to go out of her way to befriend her and the two became rather close. Despite her busy schedule of running the crystal empire and helping ponies in general; she would always make time to have a ‘mare’s night out’, to have ‘spay days’ together, always her treat of course, but now, knowing the undeniable truth, all she could feel was bitter hatred for that plump cake. It must have been quite the inside joke between her and her turncoat of a husband. She could only guess how many times they mocked her behind her back while he was bucking her brains out.

But rage wasn’t the only thing she felt but also pity. She could feel her heart twist not just for herself, but the one who also shared in this torment. The other party who has been wronged in this DISGUSTING union and by the pony who they loved more than anything else in Equestria. Who, until recently thought she loved him with all her heart. Mr. Carrot Cake. Oh Celestia, he was such a sweet, trusting stallion sure he wasn’t the most handsome stallion but damned if didn’t try his best and remained optimistic everyday. He always had a smile on his face and he always made sure to look on the bright side of things.

She could only imagine what was going through his mind when he first discovered those photos. it was through him that she even learned of her husband’s infidelity. It was him that had written the letter along with sending the pictures, explaining everything and it was him that was living with the burden of wondering if any of the foals that Mrs. Cup Cake gave birth to was even his.

So now here she was, flying through the air, soaring higher than she ever thought she was even capable of; within the unforgiving fury of a raging thunderstorm. She could only laugh at the bitter irony of her current situation. This storm, this force of nature reflect everything that was going on within her very being. The clouds darkened the sky around her, leaving her unsure if it was currently day or night. When she first took to the air it was just past noon but it felt like hours since then. It didn’t really matter, she just flew and flew and no intention of stopping. Thunder would cracked and roar all around her, causing her to flinch each time; shaking her to her very core. The rain, oh the rain, an aspect of the world that once signifying washing away the old to make room for the new, the element of water that was suppose to cleanse the dirt and grim only seemed to add to it.

The heavens were raging

The heavens were roaring

….The heavens were weeping

And she, the lost soul was consumed by it both inside and out.

After reading that letter and piecing it all together or at least as much as she could before she had a complete mental breakdown drew her to one conclusion. She needed to leave. Right now, she was on autopilot. She grabbed a cloak from a near by closet, she placed the letter and the four photos in a small satchel, looped it around her shoulders and stormed out of the room. She knew she looked like a mess with her eyes puffy and swollen, her once vibrant mane now a mess, and her movements having a shake to them.

She didn’t care….

The guards would try to get her attention, worrying over her current state

She didn’t care….

Crystal pony citizens tried to greet her,

She didn’t care….

All she cared about, the only thing she could even think about was getting out of the crystal empire. She had to leave…no she NEEDED to leave, she needed to get away from that room, she needed to get away away from the castle, she needed to get away from that…that MONSTER! Even now, in the middle of all this turmoil she longed for him. She wanted more than anything was for him to appear out of the no where. Wrap his hooves around her and once again confessed how much he loved her. How she was the only mare in his life and nothing would change that.

Even now, in the middle of this thunderstorm, she could still feel shadows his passion, those special nights they shared together, like it was just the two of them in the whole world. Even now…she needed him to tell her it would be alright….….it….it was so much…..it was just too much.

"RRRRRRRAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

She couldn’t contain it anymore, with a piercing cry that came from the depths of her very core she cried out to the heavens themselves. She needed something…ANYTHING. It was all coming out, her Hatred, Her Rage, Her Pain, her anguish, her despair, her passion, her love…..everything. All she wanted now was for it all to end.

Everything…

And in perhaps the cruelest twist of fate, she was answered. It happened in an instant. So fast that there was no way she could’ve prepared for it; even if she was within the right frame of mind. All she felt was a brief moment of electricity and then numbness. It happened so fast that she didn’t even have the luxury of crying out in pain. As an Alicorn she was made of sterner stuff then most ponies but she was far from being in peak condition considering everything that happened within the last 12 hours. As she felt her consciousness slipping away, she finally took in her surroundings and notice something about the storm.

A storm of this magnitude would be a colossal undertaking. There should have been a small army of Pegasus working the storm, but she didn’t see as single one…which meant this was not pony made. She had been flying for so long, was she even in Equestria anymore?

...It doesn’t matter… It was the only thing that ran through her mind as she fell from the sky. She knew that this was a fitting end for the pony who loved with all of her heart and soul. Who would share love until it was all that she had to give would perish within a storm of hate.

Her pain would soon end, Her final Chapter coming to a close her pain will soon fade away into nothingness and upon her epitaph:

Behold

Mi Amore Cadenza

…..The Broken Princess