And here we go again…NOT TWO YEARS LATER!

Quick note, in this alternate universe (As in my universe). Neither Celestia nor Luna spoke in ye old' tongue in their youth. One because I'm tired of using it, and two because I prefer it this way.

I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, because this one is going to reaaaaaaly paint an interesting light on Celestia and Luna. Whatever you think on it is up to you but know this.

I'm not going to hold back with this story, at all. There will be deaths, there will be things worse than death. Still interested?

Then lets…

Begin!

Behind The Mask of Peace

Richard Pov

My eyes snapped open to a sight I can barely describe.

Lights floated before my vision, flashing around me so quickly I honestly felt a bit ill looking at them. The atmosphere felt…thick, heavy and tainted.

My head hurt, doubly so when I tried and failed to use my newfound ability to feel for others, to feel for what they felt.

I couldn't…I didn't…

It wasn't working.

"What's going on?" I mumbled, pushing myself off the floor as I stood up. "Hello! Is anyone there?"

"Richie?" Chrissy's voice was unmistakable, but as I looked in the direction it came from, I found myself continuously baffled by the lights, the heavy atmosphere. "Richie where are you?!"

"I…I can't see you," I shouted, attempting to move only to quickly stop as nausea took over. "J-Jesus, where are we?!"

"You're in the great hive mind of course."

Now that was a voice I didn't recognize.

Squinting at its direction, I made to slowly move towards it, reaching out like a blind man as I tried to make my way.

"Stop moving," it…no, she said. It was definitely a she. "If you keep trying to move and fight against it, it'll only disorientate you further.

'Is that…a Scottish accent?"

"Who are you?" I asked, squinting through the blinding lights and barely making out a silhouette. "I can barely see you."

"That's because the great hive mind doesn't recognize you, either of you," she explained calmly. "If you'll give me a moment to adjust it, I can add the both of you into it."

"What do mean, great hive mind?" Chrissy asked, her voice so close and yet…far away. "I've never heard of such a thing."

"You wouldn't have," the stranger replied. "It's not something passed down nowadays, unfortunately. If you'll give me a moment…there!"

There was a sudden flash of intense light, akin to a cameras flash…and then the lights were gone, and I could see…

"The fuck?" I whispered, mostly to myself and with good reason.

There was another Changeling in front of me, almost identical to Chrissy except for her grey eyes and slightly longer legs. It was her eyes that caught my attention however, sparking something…new inside me, something almost…subservient.

I did NOT like it.

"Okay, what's going on?" I asked, almost demanding in my tone. "Where are we really, who are you and why the fuck do I feel like bowing?"

Chrissy's eyes widened as she rushed over to me, waving her hooves frantically in my face. "Richie, no, no! She isn't like Celestia and all the rest. You can't just swear at her, please-"

"It's quite alright," the other Changeling said, an amused smile on her muzzle as she looked at me.

I stared at Chrissy in a sort of shock, a reaction that she shared as she gaped at the other Changeling.

Never had I seen her panic over something like me swearing. Still, the…instinct inside me seemed to agree, it wasn't pounding away at me or anything like that. But damn did it feel like an irritating itch I couldn't scratch.

"Who are you?" I asked…more politely than before, something that Chrissy seemed to appreciate as her body lost its tension. "You're a Changeling, getting that. But I don't think that any old Changeling would make Chrissy panic like that, so who are you?"

Her smile became a full on grin as she chuckled at me, echoing within the great nothingness we stood in. "My but you are full of fire aren't you?"

"I have my moments."

Her grin grew lopsided. "You certainly do seem to. Still, I am being rude. My name is Naerx, Queen Naerx if you want to be formal, but please don't. I've never liked titles, too pompous for my liking."

"You're a Changeling Queen?" I asked, confused. "But Chrissy said…"

"She's not just any Queen, Richie," Chrissy piped up, moving to my side, her flank against my hip. "She's a Queen of a long forgotten age, very long."

"How long?"

"It is rude to ask about a girl's age you know," Naerx cut across, smiling at the two of us. "Especially when she's right in front of you."

"How are you here exactly?" Chrissy asked, eyes narrowing as she took her in. "I know who you are. Your story is told to all aspiring Queens as a warning."

Chrissy looked up at me and smiled sheepishly.

"That's why I panicked just then, not at all like me I know. But her story is told as a cautionary tale, a deadly one. It speaks of her power and great anger." She looked back at Naerx and smiled somewhat. "One of which doesn't seem too true now."

"I have a story then, how interesting. And what does it say, exactly?" Naerx inquired, an impish smirk on her muzzle. "The short version if you will, time here is…odd."

Chrissy blinked at the request but nodded slowly and looked up at me. "The short of it is simple really. It is told that in a time where Equestria was at war with the Griffons and Yaks, that Queen Naerx attempted to seize an advantage in the war by siding with the Ponies. And in the end…she betrayed her people and cost them dearly, by the Ponies no less.

She looked at Naerx with a rather cold expression on her face. "Almost every Changeling in existence was wiped out by the Ponies she sought to allay with."

Naerx's smile lessened somewhat as the short tale ended, eyes surprising moist as she looked at Chrissy. "So that's my legacy then, a tale of betrayal and blood?"

"You really didn't know?" Chrissy asked.

"How would I?" Naerx replied quietly. "I…ignored every Queen before you. They were not worthy of my intervention."

She sighed and walked over to us, Chrissy instantly moving herself in front of me defensively. Naerx flinched at the display and sighed again, shaking her head with her eyes closed.

"I suppose I should explain how it is exactly that I am here," she intoned softly, looking at me, right at me. "I suppose I should state the obvious…well, I'm dead."

I blinked at this, looking her up and down, noting the subtle rising of her barrel as she breathed.

"Looking good for a dead person," I muttered, wincing as Chrissy slapped my thigh.

Naerx grinned at the display and continued. "Well, I'll happily share that when you do die, you look exactly as you did in the prime of your life, not that we age on the outside anyway. But thank you for the compliment, Richard Tyler."

That got my attention. "You know my name?"

"I know everything she knows," she replied, pointing at a confused looking Chrissy. "From the day she was born until today. Everything she ever did, everyone she ever met, ever fucked, ever killed. I know everything…and that means that I know all that she knows about you too."

"How is that possible?" Chrissy demanded, whatever was left of her earlier panic long gone as she bared her teeth at Naerx. "How is any of this possible?! How are we here, how are YOU here?!"

"I told you before," Naerx replied. "I found no one worth until you, and even then it was only by the slimmest of margins that I changed my mind all those weeks ago."

"Weeks ago?"

"Yes, when you had the drugged wine. Don't you remember?"

Chrissy winced at the evidently painful memory. "I remember that night of horror all too well, but I don't remember even remotely sensing you at all."

"You wouldn't have, I only helped you regain your faculties long enough to leave that restaurant. Your instincts threw me away shortly after."

"You…you helped me?" Chrissy asked, her voice suddenly quiet and soft.

Naerx returned the soft voice with a soft smile, a gentle expression upon her face. "Of course I did. You are the daughter of my daughters, and the first to be worthy of my intervention at that."

"Not to interrupt this touching moment," I interrupted, albeit hesitantly. "But you were explaining how you are here…and where here is."

Naerx chuckled and nodded, closing her eyes for all of a moment when…the room exploded into life, the nothingness, the darkness, the bleak blackness was replaced with-

"This is my living room," I said, almost pointlessly as I looked around at the familiar site. The couch was there with my jacket upon it. The coffee table still had a half drunk can of cider sitting atop it. "How…what is going on?"

"We're not actually at your house, Richard," Naerx explained, evidently amused at my stupor. "We're within the great hive mind, where every Changeling comes to have their final rest."

"Final rest?" Chrissy muttered, eyes widening. "We're dead?"

"Not quite," Naerx replied. "Right now your bodies are healing in your abandoned hive. But your minds are here, in the great hive mind with me."

"Healing?" I asked. "From what, what happened?"

Chrissy looked at me in surprise. "You don't remember?"

"He wouldn't," Naerx explained, cutting across whatever answer I was going to give. "His natural magical defenses took a very hard hit. I'd take a guess that the last thing he remembers is-"

"Getting taken by Celestia bitch, yeah," I answered for her, already furious as I remembered the pain, Chrissy's pain, her cries…

"Hey, hey baby." I looked down and found only a kiss as Chrissy met me halfway, a brief but loving embrace. "I'm okay, it's over. They can't hurt me now."

"I know, I just…I'm supposed to protect you," I mumbled, the mere memory making me feel useless.

"And I you," she soothed, stoking my face lightly. "But I couldn't, and neither could you. Dwelling on it now is pointless, so please don't. You're here now, with me. That's all I could ever want from you."

I pulled her close and kissed her again, not passionately but slowly, gently. The soft touch, the warm pleasant scent of her breath upon my lips…it helped.

"I love you," she whispered, nuzzling my nose. "So much…"

"I love you too," I replied, frowning slightly as I tried and failed to feel her emotions.

"What's wrong?" she asked, evidently noticing my brief frustration.

"I can't feel anything, your emotions I mean," I explained, slightly worried by her widening eyes.

"Do not be alarmed," Naerx said, her voice reminding me that she was indeed still there…and had seen the whole thing between us.

'Lovely.'

"Like I told you before, your defenses took a battering," she continued, regarding the both of us warmly. "Your abilities were suppressed by a crude and cruel magic, so you won't have them for a little bit. Give it a few days and they'll come back."

"I take it because his abilities are so young that-"

"It is why yours are still working, yes," she cut across, evidently enjoying my annoyed frown as she did so again. She cleared her throat before I could say anything and put up a hoof. "In any case, I was explaining everything. Not that your moment wasn't lovely to witness, another reason as to why I believe you worthy of my attention."

Chrissy quirked an eye at her in disbelief. "Our shared affection is why you chose me?"

Naerx smiled and nodded. "One reason of many, yes."

"And the main one?"

Naerx paused, looking at Chrissy without emotion…and then her smile returned, smaller and not as soft as before, but there, nonetheless.

"I have watched as my descendants failed one after the other," she began, her words slow and tone sad. "I have watched as they failed to support their subjects, as they failed to support their hive, as they failed to care for anything other than themselves. I watched YOU, Queen Chrysalis and felt sorrow. You cared about your children, you cared deeply. But when you got the slightest scrap of power, you chose THAT over THEM, and it killed them all…and I deemed you unworthy."

I didn't need to feel emotions to know how much her words were hurting Chrissy. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, her muzzle agape as she tried and failed to find words.

Naerx looked at her sadly, then at me as she continued. "Her children died, her power all but left her. She had nothing but the barest scrap of a plan to restart her hive, to restart her failed plan. You know of it; you know what her intentions were for you originally. She was going to seduce you, fuck you, then kill you and do so without the slightest bit of remorse."

She looked at Chrissy and glared angrily at her. "Your mother drilled the importance of survival, of practicality into you. You knew nothing of giving love, of loving another. You were important, your hive was important. Anyone used to make it so was a tool, a loose end. And loose ends were disposed of without a care. IT WAS NOT SO IN MY TIME!"

My living room shook at the sheer power of her voice, her anger. Chrissy all but trembled as she evidently felt its power wash over her senses. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to run, but I couldn't, I wouldn't!

Naerx kept on, however.

"In my time, we treated others with respect. Practicality was important, survival was important. But being a decent Changeling was more so! If a subject was to be killed by another race, did I hold it over the heads of their entire species, NO! I did not raise my subjects to be cruel, THAT is a trait that was passed down and down and down until it is all you know…all you knew."

Her voice became soft at that, at those last few words, the cold anger within her eyes disappearing as she looked at the two of us, then me and only me.

"Do you know how much you changed her, Richard Tyler," she asked softly. "Do you have any idea, any at all?"

"I…I don't know," I mumbled, ashamed to admit but unwilling to lie. "I've only asked a few questions about her past, I didn't want to bring up anything that would hurt her."

Chrissy looked at me with wide eyes, surprise evident on her face. "I…I wouldn't have hid anything from you, Richie. We promised no secrets, remember?"

"I know," I said quietly, looking at her. "I just didn't want to say anything that would make you upset, I…I couldn't…can't do that."

"A little over a year ago, she would have killed you without hesitation," Naerx intoned softly, bringing our attention back to her. "Now look at her, look at how she looks at you. With love and care, and a softness that was beaten out of her from the day she knew how to speak. You did this, Richard. You were the catalyst that caused her to change, to become better, to become kinder. Did you know that she helped a receptionist, a Pony with her money troubles?"

I blinked and looked at Chrissy, who returned a shy smile at my amazement.

"I don't know why I did," Chrissy mumbled, her face adorably flush. "I just…did."

She looked at Naerx and frowned slightly. "I have killed others throughout my entire life, Naerx. You know this. In fact I killed not a few hours ago, do you truly believe me so kind?"

"Killing is necessary sometimes," Naerx replied casually, as if discussing the weather. "I ruled in wartime, death was common back then. I understood that, but it did not stop me from teaching my subjects about respect, about knowing when to show kindness, and when to rely on practicality to save your own life."

She looked at Chrissy not unkindly, but sternly. "They chased you, they were going to encase you in a stone torture and release you only when Richard was dead. They gave you no choice, I do not hold their deaths against you as I do the ones you needlessly killed long ago. Saving your mate is different from serving your own selfish interests."

She then looked at me and shook her head. "And as for him, he was lost in his untrained, highly addictive power. I do not blame him for what he did."

"What is she talking about, Chrissy?" I asked, finally able to get a word in as I was admittedly confused as fuck about the conversation.

Chrissy looked at me and frowned unhappily, sighing to herself as she moved close and embraced me gently. "Richard," she began softly, as if easing me into an unpleasant topic. "I know that you told me you killed before, and I know why you did it. It was for a good reason, a righteous reason."

"Yeah…"

'It was justified…but what did it matter in the end. Emily still died, I failed her…'

Chrissy sighed and mumbled something under her breath, before looking back up at me and continuing. "I know you don't remember this, but when you were taken to Celestia, your power manifested to protect you. But it manifested under the emotion of hatred, not love as it was supposed to."

"What does that mean?" I asked, not liking at all where her nervous expression was leading the conversation.

"It means…it means that when you escaped from them, and you did. You killed two of Celestia's guard in your hatred."

'What?"

"Why would I do that?" I asked, eyes wide.

"You didn't," she assured, stroking my cheek soothingly. "When a Changeling of your power uses hatred as its source, they become corrupted. They lose all sense of morality, all sense of self and become focused on one thing only, the cause of their hatred. Anyone else who happens to get in the way is just an obstacle."

'I…I killed them?'

"I didn't like them," I whispered, to her, to me. I didn't know. "They showed me nothing but distaste and treated me like an animal. But…but I didn't wanna kill them."

"You didn't baby," Chrissy whispered back, nuzzling my nose gently. "I'll say it over and over. It wasn't you that did it. Your magic is new, untrained, untested. It simply…used you and will use you again and again until you master it. We're not like Unicorns, magic for them is a tool. For us, it's alive and has a will of its own until you learn to master it. Please don't blame yourself for this…"

I looked at her, at her face as she implored me to understand what she was saying.

"Okay," I said quietly, nodding slowly. "But…I'm not using magic again, not until you show me how to do so without killing anyone in the process."

"It can take years to truly master magic, Richie," she replied, watching my face nervously. "It's not something you can do in a couple of weeks."

"Then it takes years, I'm not going to use it until I understand how to control it!"

Taken aback, she nodded and smiled shyly up at me. "I never doubted my decision to change you when we mated. Now I know I was right."

"I concur," Naerx said, drawing my attention to her as she clapped her hooves together happily. "If you had shrugged and dismissed everything, I would've been quite displeased. But I do not have to, you showed humility, you showed responsibility."

She grinned and bowed slightly. "You shall make a fine King, Richard."

"Thank…you?" I said, unsure what to say.

'King?'

"In any case, I was finally going to explain everything wasn't I?" she continued, smiling at us. "Goodness but we've been going in circles with that particular explanation, best just to get it all out in the open, yes?"

Chrissy nodded, and I followed suit. My head was starting to hurt at this point.

"Well to make it short and quick. I am a Queen of old, here to help she who I have deemed worthy. I saved her and you from Celestia and her disgusting sister. And now that you are both healing in a safe place, I have brought you to the great hive mind so that I can…bring you up to speed on a few things."

"Did you always speak like this?" Chrissy asked.

"Not really, but time alone in this place can drive anyone a bit mad," Naerx admitted, shrugging at the admission. "As I said there are things you need to know. For example, Celestia and I are old enemies, and not allies as my supposed legacy would tell you. We never were friends, ever. In fact she was the one who spurned my hoof when I offered it, she and her repulsive sister."

"You really don't like Luna do you?" I asked, only to wince immediately at the look of utter loathing I got in return.

"Don't like…?" she echoed, scoffing at the words as if offended. There was a pause, a moment where she seemed to be looking at nothing...and then... "That's putting it far…FAR too mildly. There is no one I despise more than Celestia's vile sister. Celestia herself is a close second and only because she sanctioned EVERYTHING that Luna did."

"And what did she do?"

Naerx opened her muzzle once, twice…before shaking her head and closing her eyes.

The world shifted around us…

It was like watching something from a war documentary back home.

The noise was deafening, spells flying left and right with devastating results for the ones they landed by. The field was barely recognizable, littered with the dead and dying as Changeling and Pony fought and killed.

"As I said, in my time such violence was commonplace." she said, expression sad as she looked at the carnage before us. "The Ponies you know today are a race of peace and kindness...well, supposed kindness anyhow. But in my day, they were conquerors. War and death were simply the way it was, and Celestia hated my kind, hated me...and my beloved for betraying his own kind."

She looked at me and smiled softly, eyes seeing something beyond myself. "You remind me of him, Richard Tyler. He had your temper, your fire. Your good taste in females." She laughed lightly and shook her head, a tear trickling down her cheek as she returned her gaze to the battlefield.

"You said he betrayed his own kind?" I asked, already guessing at where my question would lead.

"Yes," she replied, nodding. "He was a Pony once, an Earth Pony. And not just any Earth Pony, but an once Captain of Celestia's legendary War-Guard."

"Bet the cunt took that well," Chrissy muttered quietly, her eyes sad as she watched on.

"Oh, she most certainly didn't," Naerx chuckled, a fond smile upon her muzzle. "To make a long story short, I offered my hoof as Queen of the Changelings to the Ponies. Not as an ally to help with their war, but as an ally of neutrality. The war was nearing the Badlands, and my hive was close to being discovered. I did not want any part of this war, but I knew if I did nothing that we would be caught in the crossfire. So I tried to offer my hoof in a neutral friendship, to neither help nor hinder them but rather ask that they leave my kind alone."

She chuckled and shook her head. "So naïve. Celestia cared nothing for neutrality. There was either with her or against her, and I refused to take part. So…she threatened to burn down my hive, to bring the might of 'her' sun upon it unless I changed my mind. I was left with little choice to try and end this war myself, to stop her or at the least weaken her before she became too strong to oppose at all."

Her smile became more, became real as she continued.

"Still, that was how I found him…found my beloved Bulwark."

"Your mate?" Chrissy asked, watching on as the battle raged around us.

"Eventually, yes," Naerx replied. "I tried to infiltrate the War-Guard and was found out by him. But by that point, the Pony I was impersonating, and he had become quite close. And he couldn't bring himself to turn me in...and so I stayed, and in the end we became more. Then he became changed, Celestia captured us and then he..."

Another tear, then two ran down her face.

"We lost this war," she continued quietly. "My efforts proved fruitless, useless in the end. As I said, Celestia captured us...well, no that's being too nice. She broke through our hive and burned it down. Almost all of my children died that day, and Bulwark, he was...he..."

She closed her eyes and the world changed around us, a blood soaked battlefield gradually changing into a familiar sight.

Celestia's throne room.

"It's better that I show you..."

The room was filled with Ponies, all of them wearing armour and carrying weapons. Swords, spears, daggers and shields. It was nothing like the Ponies I knew, nothing at all.

Their expressions were all similar, all far too similar.

Crazed with something, bloodlust most likely.

And sitting on her throne with her sister beside her was the Celestia herself. Adorned with golden armour so bright that it stung my eyes to keep looking at. Luna was adorned in armour as well, but hers was pure black with specks of red in various places.

"They're so young," I muttered quietly.

"They're only twenty or so years old here," Naerx explained, voice strangely hoarse as she looked at the figure in front of the royal pair.

A male Earth Pony was chained down on his back, his underbelly and everything that came below it on full display to everyone around him. His eyes were open and glaring at Celestia with an almost unhinged rage, switching from green to blue every few seconds.

It took me a few seconds to realize who he was.

A few seconds later the grand doors swung open and four armoured Ponies walked in, dragging behind them…

"That's me," Naerx said quietly, tear after tear fighting to flow free.

The other Naerx looked…ill, for want of a better word. Her very thin legs had various holes in them, her mane too. And her eyes were almost…dead, as if no life remained within.

"What have they done to you?" I asked, mouth agape as the Ponies threw her to the ground on her stomach and melted the chains into the floor, leaving barely enough wiggle room to raise a hoof.

The stallion could barely move his head to look at Naerx, but his infuriated roar told me when he did.

"YOU MONSTERS!" he screamed; his voice rough with seeming disuse as he fought against his chains. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

The crowd jeered at his distraught demand, the Princesses openly smirking at his attempts to break free.

"Queen Naerx!" The booming voice coming from Celestia was one I'd never heard before, filled with contempt and utter malice. "You stand before the good Ponies of Equestria today to answer for your crimes. You stand before us chained and defeated, as all who oppose the might of Equestria will do one day."

"Her crimes are many, her crimes are great!" Luna shouted, her voice almost eclipsing her sisters, her undertone a barely disgusted sadistic glee. "She lies here chained and broken! As does the traitor to his own kind. The foolish stallion who fell prey to her seductive charms and betrayed his Kingdom, his country, and his ROYALTY!"

The thunderous booing and screams for blood were enough to make me step back, the sheer lifelike quality of what Naerx was showing me was more than real enough to provoke fear. I'd never seen anything like it in real life. Movies were one thing, but this was something completely different.

"Today they shall be executed for their crimes against Equestria!" Celestia declared, staring down at the otherwise motionless Naerx with a fury I'd never seen before. "But before they are, we shall remind you that we are indeed a merciful race. We shall give them one last chance to say their goodbyes to each other, to embrace one another one last time."

The stallion stopped struggling at this and looked at Celestia with an expression so hopeful it hurt to witness.

Naerx, the real Naerx closed her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks.

"You speak truth?" Bulwark asked.

Luna grinned and nodded, gesturing for him to get up. "We do, come on. Up you get now. We are not an unkind people. Go to your lover, say your goodbyes, pray to your new false gods. Quickly now."

Bulwark moved…about an inch before his chains seemed to painfully pull him back.

"Your highness's, the chains. I cannot-"

"No?" Luna cut across, a rather unhinged smile creeping across her face. "You do not wish to, even when we gave you the opportunity?"

"Your highness, Princess Luna I cannot get up with these chains-"

"Truly it seems that the mercy of Equestria is too much a mercy for these swine!" Luna shouted, smiling as the crowed booed and laughed loudly.

"No, please!" Bulwark cried, my heart in my throat as I watch him struggle with all his might but to no avail.

"But fear not, Captain Bulwark," Luna continued, sneering mockingly at his title. "For I have chosen to subject you to yet another of our mercies."

Bulwark said nothing, merely looking at her with utmost loathing as a horrid grin broke across Luna's muzzle.

"It seems fitting that since your desire to mate with this creature got you into this, that you go out the very same way," she said, her grin truly crazed as she walked down to him, removing her armour as she did so.

"She isn't going to…" Chrissy couldn't say anymore, her eyes wide as she watched on.

Bulwark's eyes widened as he quickly realized what she was about to do, the stallion pulling with everything he had against his chains.

"Oh fear not my former subject," Luna crooned mockingly, removing the last of her armour to the vast approval of the other Ponies around us. "I can assure you that you'll enjoy it. In fact, I want the very last face you see when you lose your head, to be mine. I want the very last bit of pleasure you remember, to have come from me!"

She settled herself beside the stallion and gave his member a long lick, a smirk on her face as his dick betrayed him and began to rise. "Believe me, Captain Bulwark. You'll enjoy this very, very much."

"No…"

Luna stopped and turned around, her eyes wide in shock as the sickly Naerx pushed herself up as much as she could, her once dead eyes now bright and shining with tears as she looked at her.

"Please…please…"

"I couldn't speak," Naerx said quietly, the real Naerx. "I had been tortured for weeks. My throat was raw from screaming…"

I looked at the past Naerx and felt my eyes begin to sting. The utter helplessness in her gaze as she reached out for her lover was heart-breaking.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, reaching without thinking for Chrissy and thanking her silently when she pressed herself against me.

"Oh, she speaks!" Luna shouted, laughing merrily as if it was all a big joke. "And here I thought you were okay to let Bulwark have a little fun. Why, if you had spoken up then I wouldn't have even dreamed of doing such a thing."

"Carry on sister."

I looked up at Celestia in shock, taking in the absolute loathing within her eyes as she looked at with chained Queen.

"Tia?" Luna quirked an eye up and smirked at the nod she got in return. "Well then, if I have permission."

She then looked back at Naerx and grinned, the grin widening as she put Bulwark inside her in one quick athletic motion. The chained Naerx cried and reached out for Bulwark, struggling with all she had to go to him.

"I'm so sorry, Naerx!"

"It's not your fault, it's n-not your fault!"

Their words were drowned out by Luna's horrific moaning and laughter.

"MAY YOU AND YOUR KIND DIE FOR THIS," Naerx screamed hoarsely. "IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, I BEG OF THE GODS TO CURSE YOUR KIND TO DIE!"

Luna merely laughed louder and fucked him harder, the sound of flesh slapping making me nauseous. I had no desire to watch Luna rape anyone, and so I turned away only to realize that the throne room was gone.

We were back in my living room.

"She carried on for hours, not caring for how he screamed, for how I screamed," Naerx whispered, head down and eyes closed. "Mates cannot have sex with anyone else without it causing them immense pain, both of them regardless on who is doing it. I lied on that cold floor, chained, tortured, battered and bruised. And none of it hurt more than watching my beloved slowly be driven insane from the pain."

She looked at me, at us…

"When he died, I thanked the gods for such a blessing. For he was free from the prison of pain. And when I died…I remained here, as all Queens do to help their worthy descendants."

Naerx walked over to us and looked at me, then Chrissy and scowled unpleasantly.

"It is selfish of me to ask this of you, and hypocritical after all I've said. But I need to make them suffer for what they did to him, to me, to us." She blinked away a tear. "I do not hold the Ponies of today accountable for Celestia and Luna's crimes. So I do not ask for your aid in ending them, no. I ask only one thing."

Grey met green, an unpleasant grimace on her face as our eyes met.

"Help me end the reign of Celestia and Luna."

Dun, dun, dun!

Told you it'd pick up with nasty shit!

Cya, stay snuggly :D