The Purifier

The world I live in would generally be regarded as ‘progressive’ or ‘passionate’ by many of its inhabitants. They say this because of how often they work together to make each other feel happy and loved. They like using these descriptors because they show the world as a nice place to be, where anypony can live in bliss. They do not wish to change any part of this because of how it would ruin their very way of life, rendering many lost and without purpose.

I, however, see the world as violent and chaotic. I know how everypony supposedly makes each other happy, but in reality, anypony who denies this ‘happiness’ has it forced upon them. I describe it with the terms I do because I know the painful truth, having been on the receiving end of it many times. I wish to change it, to end the pain and suffering beneath the surface for myself and for all others who have lived lives like mine.

The reason for this dissonance between myself and those around me is of how they cause their pleasure, and my pain. They believe the world is good, because it is to them. They see themselves as happy, because they see only themselves. They don’t want to change anything, as they reap the benefits of the world as it currently is.

The pain they wrought upon me and others like me is more than mere schadenfreude to them; no, they experience true, legitimate pleasure. You may be wondering though, as to how they do that.

The answer is sex.

Lots of sex. So much sex, in fact, that the only term that can feasibly describe its volume is ‘ungodly’.

They have so much sex because it is what the world, and the magic that powers everypony’s way of life, is based off of. In fact, there exists a set of accessories that, when worn, make one an embodiment of one of the sexual elements. The first of these elements is Lust, the bearer of which is a quiet primrose pegasus known as Fluttershy, whom is generally regarded as cute or sexy with her timid, yet seductive demeanor and the pure size of the sexual parts of her body. Next there is Endowment, toted by a Rarity, a pearl unicorn seen by many as beautiful and carries her large endowments (true to her element), using they prolifically. Perseverance is another, wielded by Rainbow Dash, a cyan pegasus known for her athleticism and speed in the (metaphorical, unfortunately) bedroom. An orange earth pony named Applejack bears the Element of Power, and is very muscular in all parts of her physique. The Element of Kinks is held by the manic pink earth pony known as Pinkie Pie, who has size in more than just her sexual endowments.

Finally there is Twilight Sparkle; the bearer of the Element of Magic, born to the rich and wealthy, cared for by a princess, tutored by the princess, was forced into having multiple friends and took to them quickly, saviour of the world on numerous occasions, and now a princess herself, all for negligible merit of her own.

She ruined my life, by the way.

It wasn’t just her efforts--or lack thereof, rather--that threw me into unending pain; no, it seemed the entire world was conspiring against me. In my youth, I was raped an uncountable amount of times, and in innumerable and unimaginable ways, and no, those values weren’t unfathomable just because I was so young then. I did manage to get a job at some point, and made enough to buy a travelling wagon to fulfill my dream of becoming a showmare; one who demonstrates true magical talent, rather than using my physical traits that I got via no effort on my part to rut senseless anypony I wish.

Perhaps that is because I don’t have much of an endowment. My ‘male’ parts are less than 35 centimeters in length and 5 in diameter when erect, with the balls also being around 5 cm in diameter, and my breasts were classified as E cups (Those measurements are pretty vague, as I have not measured myself in quite some time). My magic power was relatively muted too, the intrinsic causing the minimal sexuality and the extrinsic weakening my aura strength. For some perspective on that, I think the average size is about twice what I have on all counts, with fully realized immortals (ponies or otherwise) having thrice that, the aura power being linearly related as best I can tell.

I did made up for that lack of power in control, though, having tempered both my magic and my body with years of practice in spellwork of all sorts (mostly illusion and combat), escape artistry, sleight-of-hand, cold reading, and much more. Despite that, pure power is the only thing valued in this world, for those gifted with it become blessed with godhood and have happiness beyond compare, while those like myself are tossed into a fate worse than death.

I suppose I can consider that all a blessing, though, as I can see the darkness the world is truly drowning in rather than being bathed in the light of luxury.

Regardless though, I believe that I should explain more about my disdain for Sparkle.

In my youth, I was admitted into Celestia’s School of Gifted Unicorns because the princess watched one of my performances, specifically the one where I got my cutie mark, and saw the talent I had to be far more than anypony else of that age she had seen in that generation. I’m thankful that at least somepony had eyes for skill rather than power, but it seems her viewpoint has since faded into the Corruption that has taken over the rest of the world.

My talent worked in my favour during the entrance exam to the school, as although I was unable to lift many heavy objects, pierce shields, or hold things together; I was able to juggle, trick, and bend things to my whim. The judges and the princess were shocked at the skill I had, the former being a little peeved of how I circumvented their guidelines though, and so I was slated to become the princess’s personal student.

But then, Twilight Sparkle happened.

She possessed an insane amount of power, and the princess took her under her wing to help control her, completely forgetting about me. I attempted to confront her many times about it, even with the pretense of vehemently denying replacing the purple unicorn, only joining her, I was not even allowed access to her every time. I suppose it was it this point that Celestia truly took on the Corruption, only going diving further into it as her pupil grew in power and popularity and taking the world with her.

So from all that, I was left alone, unable to trust anyone as that denial tempered my ideology into a Purity opposite the masses, not because doing so bolstered my ego, but because I care about more than just what gives me pleasure. That mindset, along with my special talent of illusion magic, made me become a stage magician, and while it was slow at first, it soon gained popularity and merit.

There were hecklers though; quite a lot of them actually, with all of them taking the ‘power’ dogma and attempting to shove it in my face, making my aversion to their sexual tendencies ever stronger. I dealt with them though, some in ways I regret, but I know damn well that I am better than they ever will be, and when I started to refine my techniques in dealing with them, it eventually felt like I could get through to them, convince them to gather themselves and turn away from what granted them temporary happiness and focus more on the bigger picture.

However, that all ended at Ponyville.

Generally considered to be the most sexual town in Equestria, Ponyville is a place I have visited on two separate occasions, both of which have heavily ruined my reputation, and thus, my very life.

The first time I went to that wretched town, my plan was to merely put on a show there, like I have done many times before. However, the hecklers I found there were far worse than any others I have faced, declaring my asexual performances blasphemous and flying in the face of the Equine way of life. It was even worse that they were friends with Sparkle, making me act perhaps somewhat dishonorably against them; but still, what happened next was absolutely abominable.

Two defiant foals lured an Ursa Minor--a gigantic spectral bear that lived in the deadly Everfree Forest--into town. The monster destroyed my wagon, and noone there cared. It attempted to destroy others, but only by my efforts to distract it was the rest of the town kept safe, and while I only lasted long enough for Sparkle to get there and toss away the beast, she got all of the recognition and had a huge orgy afterward with the town to celebrate, once again leaving me with absolutely nothing.

I contemplated talking with the townsfolk after their ‘party’ to see if anypony would help me repair my wagon or get a new one so that I could return to my career, but that proved to be a mistake, as they soon took my exhausted body and... used me...

Of course, it was only after managing to escape that Tartarus pit that I found just how much that stint in Ponyville cost me elsewhere, thrusting me from the possible precipice of social upheaval into utter infamy. Everywhere I went, everywhere I looked, others stared at me with disgust and hatred, leaving me unable to find any way to live, at least until I stumbled upon a rock farm, of all things.

It wasn’t the best first impression, what with the backbreaking work and crystal vapours that wafted across the desolate quarry, but I persevered, knowing it was my only real shot at getting back into a decent life. I did eventually connect with one of the other workers who lived there, her passive strength protecting me from her less caring and receptive family and her borderline emotionless mien grounding my thoughts.

I was angry at the ponies that ruined my life, but Maud helped me understand that any level of revenge was petty and foolish, even if those who wronged me are objectively bad people. On the other hand, she did acknowledge that it may be best to... eliminate, for lack of a better term, those ponies, but one must have a truly objectively good reason to do so. And of course, the reason we both knew was to never let anyone suffer because of them any more.

Even with that in hand, it seemed impossible to actually defeat them, no matter how I planned it. I thought of perhaps a fake outing them as pure (A.K.A. having a disdain for the unfathomable amount of sex the world consists of, myself being a prime example), but the true truth would likely be found and backed by the princesses. I thought of cold-blooded murder, but I realized that that would likely make them martyrs, and further curb my goals. Finally I thought of becoming ‘friends’ with them, but only very briefly as I knew they would never accept me, and being with them means I completely sacrifice everything I have ever stood for. I may not be an egomaniac, but that is certainly something I will never throw away.

However, that all became null when, on an outing away from the farm, I found an crimson and ebony artifact, known as the Alicorn Amulet, that granted me immense power, and given its ancient age, it was untainted by sexual Corruption. There was still dark magic laden within it, but I managed to stave off the worst effects of that with sheer willpower after I put it on.

With that Amulet, I headed back into Ponyville to show everypony, not just there but to the entirety of Equestria, that magic without sex not only exists, but is incredibly useful. Even with the dark magic tainting me, I still put my all into showing what can truly be done with magic in all forms of charity, which should’ve shown that there is merit to growing past one’s baser instincts, but all of my efforts went ignored. I was once again declared a heretic against the crown and the very basis of the world, and they attempted to rape me once again, but I managed to escape with some quick thinking and use of that ‘useless asexual’ magic.

I spent a night outside of the town, and in my dreams I was visited by the recently restabilized Princess Luna, whom thankfully took my side. She told me that magic (and the sexual connections thereof) were rather underdeveloped in the time she was from, and when she saw what became of the world in her absence, she was utterly horrified and completely disgusted; the only saving grace there to be how her body what still what she had previously and never changed from that. She wanted so hard to change magic back into something pure, yet found no solutions she had the resolve to attempt.

That was, until she found me.

Luna saw how much I did to help those in need, even in the face of overwhelming odds and dark magic that still flooded my soul, and she felt that if anyone could Purify this world of its Corruption, it would be me. Though after she saw my failure with peaceful tactics, she knew she needed to tell me what she knew, and convince me that I truly needed to show everypony Pure magic, else our world would likely be lost in a sea of sex with nothing of true importance ever valued.

I took that as my ideology, and swore to purify the world at all costs, even the lives of myself and those I love.

That philosophy is what led my back into Ponyville the following day, and when I was met with violence, I quickly reciprocated. I fought all whom followed the sexual dogma, easily defeating all but the Elements of Sex, once again finding myself on the cusp of revolution... yet only to get thrown down once more.

The EoS’s combined and amplified their magic power with ‘friendship’ and sex, and blasting with all their might, and it was too much for me to escape, quickly defeating me and destroying the Alicorn Amulet. They raped me a multitude of times, and I gave no resistance, as I knew that I have failed my mission; the world now forever doomed to be lost in sexual damnation.

It was days before my physical torment was ended, only when I was lost in my mind from the pain in the depths of night was my body was pulled from there. It was only later that when I came back to reality that I found the lunar princess to be by my side, sobbing from the pain of her failure and the horrors that had wrought upon me.

We bonded from our shared pain, often coming together in the shadows of midnight to bear each others pains, easing them together. The worst pain however, was that no-one else was on our side, no-one believed in purity, in love, in truth. It crushed us, making us accept the fate the world thrust us and made our lives have any semblance of meaning in the void of light.

That lasted months before it came to a head, with Celestia finding us and our true thoughts, and despised us for them. With Luna in her destroyed mental state, she was unable to fight when her sister took over her mind and body, distorting them to what she believed was fitting, leaving me in watch in bondage she deemed as infallible. It did fall however, to my practice as an escape artist, proving to her that not all magic is borne from sex. It seems, however, that even actual proof of their faults is not enough to make them believe otherwise, as the solar princess and her sister- the only friend I used to have- attempted to kill me.

They failed, though, to the might of the lack of might, or rather, what has been wrought of it.

They always kept looking for me after my escape, and failing by themselves, ascended that damned Twilight Sparkle to their level to help them.

That, also, is the final reason I hate her. Not really the magic power she gets from being that race, and definitely not the sexual power, but moreso the reputation. She has hardly done any work with the godly--or perhaps better described as ungodly--gifts she has been given, while I have worked my flank off just to exist.

Perhaps it is reputation that keeps me going even a couple years after that gift of godhood, or perhaps it is merely spite, but regardless what I do and have done is still the same; live a horrid life via horrid means in a horrid world.

But, that’s all going to change soon enough.