It was another normal day in Ponyville. Mares with enormous assets were busy taking on several stallions in public streets, husbands and wives had split up to go find alternative partners for the day, and the schoolchildren under Miss Cheerilee were having yet another sex ed lesson. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the public water fountain had a milky tinge to it.

There was a line of ponies at the doors of an enormous crystal tree on the outskirts of Ponyville. To pass the time, most were sucking the others off, but the ones nearest the front were incredulously discussing among themselves. Two of them in particular were deep in thought.

“Is Twilight even in there?” Octavia Melody wondered. “She'd better be away on one of her friendship missions.”

“I'm sure she's doing something important,” Vinyl Scratch hesitantly said. Her headphones, still playing nightclub music, were resting on her neck. “Twilight wouldn't keep us waiting unless she was busy.”

On Twilight's now-soaked emperor-of-the-universe size bed, six mares and a teenage dragon lay panting, exhausted and groaning.

"Gosh," Fluttershy gasped, clutching her bare yellow chest. "That was… so intense!"

"Simultaneous climaxes… always build bonds between… the ponies that do it," Twilight recited between deep breaths.

"Egghead," a naked Rainbow weakly egged. She let out a hoarse laugh and grazed Twilight's shoulder with a punch.

Applejack groaned and sat up. She started popping wet fingers into her mouth, and when she was done, she whooped gently and pumped a fist into the air. “Ah love these weekly get-togethers, Twilight!”

“It was a stroke of genius to have us all climax before actually getting down to business,” Rarity complimented. She fluffed her latex one-piece by its wide-open front. “It clears the mind. You good girl!”

Twilight flushed even harder than she already was. "Well, er, on that note, while we're all here, is there anything we need to talk about?"

"Um, I was just wondering," Fluttershy piped up, rolling onto her stomach. "Have any of you seen Harry, my bear? I let him into the Everfree so he had a change of scenery for the day a while back, but it's been several weeks and he hasn't returned."

A chorus of negative replies sounded from the enormous bed.

"Harry'll be fine," Rainbow assured her, flapping her wings on the bed. "He's a bear!"

"Oh, but I'm so worried for him!" Fluttershy meeped, rubbing her arm. "He was my favorite animal whenever I felt pent-up and I needed release! He was so big and warm…"

“I know how that feels,” Spike contributed. He flung his hand to clean it off. “It's an entirely new dimension of feeling, Twilight!”

Twilight craned her head to her number one assistant sitting on her pillow. "Oh?"

"Yeah, Fluttershy showed me something when I visited her last week," Spike reported. He put up his fingers as he began listing things off. "If you take a male goose, and then at the right moment you cut his throat, you get to experience anal, homosexuality, bestiality, sadism, necrophelia, and even vore all at the same time!"

"Wow, Spike!" Twilight praised. "I'm so proud of you for knowing what all those words mean!"

"You kinda have to," Spike negligently brushed aside. "There's a lot to cover when it comes to kinks. Besides, with all this time around you, your knowledge rubbed off on me. Among other things, am I right?"

"Of course," Twilight cooed, crawling over and kissing Spike on the lips. "Let me know when you need more things to rub on you, all right?"

"Okay," Spike bashfully said.

"And I'm really proud of you for being so creative!" Rainbow praised, slapping Fluttershy on the butt and eliciting a meep from her. "I mean, living alone kinda accelerates it, right?"

Fluttershy whimpered and nodded.

"You can go now, Spike," Rarity instructed. "It'll just be girl talk for a while now."

Spike narrowed his eyes. “Rarity.”

Rarity gasped. “Oh, my goodness! I'm so sorry, Spike, I forgot that you're a girl now!”

“You're lucky you're my friend,” Spike muttered.

“Oh, I know!” Rarity groaned. “It's just only been two weeks now since you came out as a girl dragon, and I've been so used to the stud you were that I didn't think to look for the beautiful woman within!”

Spike's cheeks turned pink. “Well, thanks for supporting me. It's been hard.”

“Harder than your scales?” Fluttershy piped up.

“Harder than your cock?” Pinkie tacked on.

“I-I dunno about harder than my cock,” Spike admitted, scratching his spines.

“Speaking of which,” Twilight recalled, snapping with wet fingers. “Spike, do you want surgery for that?”

Spike folded his arms. “Why would I want that? Girls with dicks exist, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I just want you to be… comfortable in your own scales, is all.”

"Oh, that reminds me! You would not believe the visitors I got several days ago!" Rarity exclaimed, sitting up straighter. "I was just putting all my outfits on display for the day, when who should come in but the Diamond Dogs!"

Pinkie perked up. "You mean the ones back in season 1?"

Rarity, confused, shrugged it off. "More or less. They wanted to say sorry for what they'd done way back when, but what they didn't know is…" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I enjoyed it." Rarity giggled. "The helplessness, the adrenaline, the degradation! When you eventually found me, all covered with their mixed seed, I felt so drained, so used, but so alive! And then I got to thinking, 'I want everypony I know to experience that. I'm the Element of Generosity, aren't I?' Hence why I, erm, act the way I do."

"So that explains it," Fluttershy thoughtfully realized. "I'm just so happy you turned that experience around for the better!"

"What dija do to 'em?" Rainbow eagerly asked.

"Well, I didn't want to leave any bad feelings there, so I allowed their apology– as long as they paid for it. I ordered each of them to undress and expose their beastly red rockets."

"And then?" Pinkie asked, eyes wide in wonder.

"I cut them off." Rarity's smile turned sadistic as she remembered it. "Then I sewed them back on with magic so it was brand new, then I cut them off again. I edged them like this for an hour, and then allowed them to take me all at once to even it out. Oh, the thrill! It can not be replicated, Twilight, I assure you."

“I wish I had magic,” Fluttershy mumbled.

“Ah don't need it,” Applejack humbly bragged, leaning over Rainbow's inert body and teasing a small circle on her nipple, making her grunt. “Ah'm good enough at ma job.”

“And I don't need it because of Pinkie Physics!” Pinkie concluded. “Like seeing the future or making references nopony understands, or… Pinkie shifted her eyes to the side. "Oh yeah…"

"What is it?" Twilight wondered, turning to her.

"There was this one thing a few weeks ago," Pinkie reported. "We had just gotten done with a sleepover threesome with Bulk Biceps, remember, Twilight?"

Twilight put a hand to her chin. "You mean the one two weeks ago or the one three weeks ago?"

"Could have been longer than that, I dunno. But I had just woken up and I saw a super awesome looking new friend standing in the middle of town, and I was going to say hi to him!"

Twilight slowly nodded. "I think I remember now."

Pinkie spread her arms. "He looked really confused, though. He said something about alternate dimensions and college and stuff, and he looked kinda like us, but didn't have any pony ears or a tail."

"That is odd," Twilight mused. She tapped her cheek in thought. "To my knowledge, no one from alternate dimensions has visited Equestria before. At least, no one looking like your description."

Applejack perked up. "Wait, wait. Hold on. Did this guy have thick blonde hair?"

Pinkie nodded slowly.

"Was he kinda peach-skinned? Handsome blue eyes? Fidgety and scared? Had a huge cock?"

"Wait, you saw him naked?!" an outraged Pinkie yelled.

Applejack softly chuckled. "Eeyup, that's him, alright."

"You never told me you came across him!" Pinkie exclaimed, stamping her feet. "And I've been recruiting every homeless pony in Ponyville to keep an eye out for him!"

"Finders keepers," Applejack philosophized with a smirk.

"But… you didn't actually keep him, did you?" Rarity daintily clarified.

Applejack stopped smirking and leveled a glare at Rarity. "No. Ah didn't. He broke outta my bondage an' started chokin' me out. Thought it was a kinky twist at first, but he actually knocked me out. He either went too far or he was actually trying ta kill me."

"Well, either way, he needs to be tamed." Rarity stroked the length of her thigh. "Just bring him to me, Applejack, and I'll whip that boy into shape."

"What, and give 'im over to you?" Applejack angrily suspected.

"There's plenty to share," Rarity coyly suggested.

"Well, if we can find out who sent him, we can persuade 'em to send more," Rainbow suggested. "Twi, you sure you don't know who it is?"

"I'm sure," Twilight confirmed. She sighed and clambered out of her bed. "I think this warrants a visit to the Princesses. They probably have more information in the Canterlot archives."

"All right," Rainbow grunted. She waved her off while lying down. "Go and figure it out or whatever."

Twilight's horn ignited, and various small articles of clothing floated over to her. "You sure you don't want to come? It's something about sexuality we know nothing about!"

"Yeah, but research is more your thing," Pinkie lazily added. "And besides, we'll all be busy setting up for the new statue unveiling. You can show us what you've learned when you come back."

"Of course," Twilight assured, awkwardly slipping on a pair of crotchless pink panties. "After I personally share my results with the princesses."

Spike slipped off the bed and gestured to the curtained window. “But first, do we need to deal with the ponies outside?”

Twilight faltered as she was putting on a shirt that left underboob. “Oh, yeah, the renters. Well, I'll leave that to you, Spike. You help get them all situated with private rooms and facilities– and remember to leave one open for yourself when I get back, all right, Spike?”

Spike smiled shyly and twiddled his thumbs. “All right.”

A shockwave of translucent, blue-tinged fire erupted from the impact of Peter's hand with the tree trunk. The entire thing crackled as it slowly keeled over, snagging on the other branches and staying in a diagonal position there.

Peter examined the edge of his hand and compared it to the burning stump he had just created. Never before had he thought he could do something like this.

“Will and worthiness,” Peter repeated. “Worthiness…”

So he was worthy of divine power. That still came as a shock to him. What made a man worthy of the gifts of God? How could a man be imperfect, but still possess the power of God? If that were the case, then God's mercy must be extraordinary.

Between Faust's guidance and Peter's newfound power in the past few weeks, Peter had been able to fully skin, tan, dress, and prepare enough of the bear to give him a pair of furred trousers and some slippers. The rest of his garments were coming along nicely.

Peter reached out and curled his fingers. The leaning tree began to lift off the ground, without an aura covering the length. Peter slowly turned it vertically upside down and settled it down again. Once more, it leaned down on the other branches in the forest. Wood snapped and crackled as it settled to a leaning resting spot.

It was pointless, of course; Peter just enjoyed the feeling of it. His control over the natural world was still crude, but it was better than it used to be. And so now the problem was training for war.

Peter grimaced at the thought. War! Why did there even have to be war in the first place? Why couldn't the Equestrians simply be Godly and humble, intuitively living the laws of the gospel like in the show? What had even caused this to happen?

According to Pinkie, they all just kinda woke up one day and realized it was fun, Peter remembered. Fun in the moment, but it brings heartache afterwards. Surely they would have felt it. Unless there was someone or something telling them it was okay, that they should ignore their consciences. Someone had to do this to Equestria. But who?

“Staying safe?” his mother inquired.

Peter turned around to see Her, all regal and flowy. Her wardrobe changed each day, but only subtly; the trim of her robe, the shape of her veil, the collar of her dress, the floral pattern on her sleeves, all varied every day he saw Her.

“More or less,” Peter admitted. He spread his arms allowingly, then smacked the stump of the tree he had knocked down. “Safer than him. I was just thinking.”

"I see. Any questions?"

"A few."

Faust smiled. "Please, ask."

Peter nodded. "So when you tell me I have to kill these ponies, does that include their animals? Like King Saul was asked to do?"

Faust's expression became grim. "Eventually, Peter. The sins of Equus have penetrated the animal kingdom, so to speak."

It dawned on Peter, and once he got it, he let out an audible gasp. "What?!"

Faust nodded. "This only really happened in the last four years or so. I have given them ample time to realize this mistake, but they have not repented. Even the bear was a victim. Fluttershy's victim."

Peter's hands started shaking. His throat immediately dried up, and it became hard to swallow. Fluttershy, sweet, delicate Fluttershy! She couldn't have just…

"B'tween myself, my friends, my family, and th' pigs, Ah've got plenty of satisfaction."

Applejack's voice came to the forefront, and Peter's disgust doubled to the point where he had to lean against the tree he had knocked down. His stomach felt on the verge of emptying.

As Peter ran over the revelation in his mind, he had a mental image of the childlike, beautiful Fluttershy ruined and ragged and bloody from a bear's penis. Rarity, lying sprawled with her tongue out while Diamond Dogs gleefully slapped her in the face with their genitals. Applejack, caked in white and surrounded by six muddy male pigs.

"Animals," Peter breathed in horror, clutching his turning stomach. He hacked, tearing up. "They'd… Oh, no, no, no, please, Faust, what… Why would they– Why?!"

"Their creativity was running out," Faust answered simply.

Peter managed to pause his hyperventilating enough to get something out. "But… but surely, Faust, don't they know that they shouldn't?"

"Shouldn't." Faust let out a humorless laugh. "That word has been scorned and mocked. Why shouldn't they fornicate with animals? Why shouldn't they, in the name of freedom? When my children forget their identity as my children and degrade themselves to the level of an animal, it's only natural that they get treated as such. It's natural that they begin to see animals as their equal. And it's natural that they eventually drag animals into sexual sin. It would never come to their minds otherwise."

Peter had managed to calm his breathing rate, but not the intensity. Fury started to spread from his heart into his clenched fists. Anger at this world, at the alternate versions of the girls he knew, at the ones who made the world like this. Who would dare introduce these ideas into Equestria? Those ones needed to die, and slowly.

The height of abominations! What could drive a woman to give up on her life and fornicate with dogs and pigs and goats? Was it a competition now to see how disgusting and how far into the abyss one could get?

He stood up, silent, piercing his palms with his dirty fingernails. Suddenly being a party pooper sounded extremely satisfying. He needed to stop this.

“Do you understand my frustration now?” Faust whispered. “My indignation, my insistence on their deaths? Can you make peace with these ponies and accept their culture?”

It wasn't a question that needed answering.

“How much worse does it get?” Peter numbly asked.

“It can always get worse,” Faust replied, looking down into her clasped hands. “Sexual sin is a wide umbrella. Adultery, bestiality, homosexuality, transgenderism, incest, and all other sorts of disgusting and abominable acts abound here. But it doesn't exist in a vacuum. Someone had to push it, and someone had to accept it. That requires pride, jealousy, and inaction. The sexual sins you see on display are a symptom of the underlying problem, which is an abandonment of my influence.”

Peter slowly looked into his palm. It was toughened and calloused now, and had tiny cuts in the thumb muscle.

With a silent order, Peter commanded it to ignite. And a bundle of white flames the size of a tennis ball, the same type as the ones on the Tree of Harmony, burst into being.

“I'll make them remember you,” Peter swore.

Faust gave a small smile.

Peter perked his head up; there was a subtle movement in the maze of trees several meters away. He crouched and kept his eyes trained on the spot.

A few moments later, more movement came. It was upright and dark, and Peter caught a glimpse of several shiny reflections. Curious, Peter waited until it stopped moving, then crept through the canopy of the fallen tree.

The shape was moving back from where it came, and Peter could see more from his newer vantage point. It wasn't a woodland animal. It was on two feet, her back turned to him. There was a wide clay pot under one arm with various flowers and branches poking out. She was white and black-striped, completely naked, with gold bands around her wrists and neck, and pierced in her ears. She was bald except for a striped mohawk. Her tail flitted about from side to side as she sashayed away.

“Zecora,” Peter whispered as she went further into the forest. Honestly, it was a shock he hadn't encountered her earlier.

There was an urge within him to follow her, so he did. He went as quietly and as far away as he could, and his whispers to the Sparks in the trees telling him to conceal his approach helped a lot. But Zecora could honestly be playing along and leading him back on purpose, so Peter kept on guard.

He needed to follow her home and kill her. If not now, then when? Peter remembered the alternate dimension in the Season 5 finale when she became the leader of an underground resistance against Chrysalis. She would be a good contender for a substantial setback to his work. She needed to be the first. It would be practice, the tutorial boss.

Zecora led him into a more swampy and humid part of the forest. They came to a clearing that he didn't follow into. He stayed hidden among the bushes as Zecora came to an enormous twisted dark tree and entered through a lighter brown door.

After she shut the door, Peter narrowed his eyes and took a few more steps to get a closer look.

It really was Zecora's hut. Dozens of potion vials hung from strings on the branches, and a green tribal mask hung above the doorway. The raised twisting roots looked large enough to conceal a person in the dark depths, and it was surrounded by a dark green canopy of trees.

“I can't just burn it down,” Peter muttered in thought. “The rest of the forest would be destroyed too, and Ponyville would see the smoke.”

Which meant more covert and up-close ways to deal with her. Peter felt his legs begin to quiver. What would happen if he just charged right in? What if he made a finger gun and went, “Bang, you're dead!”

He emerged from the underbrush and approached at a crouch. There was a hole in the tree acting as a window, and Peter approached from the direction of the door, then circled around the tree until he was right under the window. Peter could hear the bubbling of a cauldron and the intonation of Zecora's deep voice warbling something.

“Rise,” Peter breathed. He was still more comfortable giving orders out loud. Peter began to float gently upward until he could reach the window, and he grabbed the ledge and peeked his head up.

The interior of Zecora's hut was a dark circle, and in the center was the cauldron, the green liquid inside bubbling merrily and steaming from the flaming logs beneath it. Shelves full of potion bottles and jugs lined the walls, and Zecora herself had her back to him, busily bent over a mortar and pestle on a desk. She was singing without words and hadn't given any indication that she knew of Peter's presence.

Peter cast his eyes about even more. There were more painted masks along the walls, grinning and gaping obscenely. And strangest of all, there was an idol on a table in the corner. It was clay and no taller than his leg, roughly hewn and painted. She was bald; it was undoubtedly a She from the facial structure. It was at the end of a red circle with painted shapes and broken gemstones on the circumference.

That hadn't been there since he last watched the show. Perhaps the showrunners were just afraid to show African tribalism too much.

Zecora perked her head up, and Peter flinched back down. She carefully gathered her ingredients and carried it over to the cauldron. As she poured them in, she spoke.

“Potion of stamina, boil and brew! Awaken your purpose, I command you! May all the impurities settle down.” And she turned directly towards the window and looked into Peter's eyes. “And come inside now, Peter Brown.”

Author's Note

"If you take a male goose, and then at the right moment you cut his throat, you get to experience anal, homosexuality, bestiality, sadism, necrophelia, and even vore all at the same time!"

This was a real thing that happened in Weimar Germany.

(Luigi Barzini, The Europeans)