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By BlondieAnon
Created: 2024-07-26 04:51:27
Updated: 2024-07-26 04:53:56
Expiry: Never
anonymous/aie/changelings

  1. https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/41182690#p41239502
  2.  
  3. >Another night with the lads
  4. >Well over a thousand stallions, placed under your command
  5. >Most of them may live to see tomorrow's moon
  6. >Maybe
  7. >Among the revelry and jovial mischief, you elegantly climb onto the top of a wagon
  8. >"Elegantly" is the operative word
  9. >Their blackberry liquor has been known to stir spirits and exponentially bolster one's bravery
  10. >You feel it righteously invade your system
  11. >Enough to know what you're saying
  12. >Enough to not care for the fallout
  13. >Only when you ascend to what could be a crippling height do you plant your boots on a wrapped up banner and what feels like a half coil of rope
  14. "MINIONS!"
  15. >Your immense bellow causes most of the lads to shift their attention to you
  16. "As you all know, tomorrow is bound to be glorious!"
  17. >A number of stallions speak up
  18. "Horrific!"
  19. >More raise their voices
  20. "A fucking massacre for all of those ruinous insects!"
  21. >Half the camp roars out to match your vigor
  22. >The other half may not be sober enough to tell this is your rousing last minute speech
  23. "Our Princess, fairest of the night and our very own sweet release-"
  24. >More raucous cheer and a few chuckles
  25. "Have tasked us, this blasphemed rabble, without eliminating every bug from that little mound of shit!"
  26. >You catch yourself at the last second
  27. "With! They shall be... without their lives!"
  28. >Given your own level of intoxication matching at least a third of the battalion, no one seems to care about the mis-step
  29. "We are to wait until the rising sun. For our dearest lady's sister to guide us."
  30. >You lean forward, nearly drooling from the alcohol and uninhibited urge to rip a living creature in half
  31. "Now then... who wants to wait for some accursed morning star?"
  32. >While the grand majority of stallions come from Princess Luna's realm, many are devout and joyous at the sun's ascension
  33. >Most of the cheering you see, even from the Celestial soldiers, shows you that you aren't the only one with an itch
  34. "Who wants to brandish arms, and rip out the beating heart of that villainous hive of love-struck whores?!"
  35. >The feedback is beyond deafening
  36. >If the changelings aren't high alert, they certainly are now
  37. >The largely nocturnal Luna worshipping lads have always excelled at surprise raids and strikes
  38. >Not excellent enough to not have casualties
  39. >Each one has been replaced
  40. >Each name has been burned into your skull
  41. >Whether it's the overindulgence of alcohol, or the amount of furious spite, you feel something lurch up the back of your throat
  42. >You manage to hold it in for now
  43. "We're here. They're there. They've taken the form of our cherished, our beloved, and our friends."
  44. >That rising bile isn't just bile
  45. >It's hatred
  46. >Sheer hatred
  47. >You've killed your own friends and relatives so much you don't think you could even behold their true corporeal forms without flying into a frenzy
  48.  
  49. "They think!"
  50. >Your voice could only quiver a fraction of your balled fists
  51. "They think that will stop us! That we will falter! That we are sensible, passionate simpletons!"
  52. >Some may call you stinking, blind drunk
  53. >You may stink but it is rage that blinds you
  54. "They think wrong! Every possible figure that has not stood before you this last month, and those who do not share our revelry and plain murderous glee, cut down!"
  55. >The entire camp erupts
  56. "C U T T H E M A L L D O W N"
  57. >Without any further ceremony or care for preparation, within minutes the entire camp is destroyed through the sheer chaos of mobilization
  58. >Your steed, Hollow Star, sees you to your saddle with your lance and trident
  59. >An insistence on arms, as both fit for horseback combat and one makes it easy for even a blithering drunkard to utilize
  60. >With inhuman, borderline demonic screams for vengeance and sheer hatred for other living creatures
  61. >With moonlit dark fire and bright, omniscient blood
  62. >You and your battalion crash into the hive
  63. >Many take the forms of famous figures
  64. >Mares of all kinds that beg for mercy
  65. >Or foals that claim to need rescue
  66. >Or even the Princesses who demand your hand and hooves
  67. >All of them are shredded past the point of recognition
  68. >From all that you care to gather, they change into black-shelled spawn once life leaves them
  69. >Not all change back
  70. >You've taught your legion well that some still cling to life, even if quartered
  71. >Within hours you have led a horde of demons into what may as well be another layer of Hell
  72. >The hive itself is lit aflame, providing enough vision to make anyone believe that the sun itself had crashed into the land
  73. >You lackadaisically stroll through what isn't even a battlefield anymore
  74. >A book smart mare asking you for help, skewered through the ribs
  75. >A humanoid relative begging you to stop, head twisted off through the trident and pitched into the field of madness
  76. >A copy of yourself, demanding you stop and take in the incomprehensible chaos that you have wrought under the command of a flawless being
  77. >Stabbed and wrenched into a puddle that may yet turn into a collection of exoskeleton
  78. >Only by the time the true sun rises is the deed done
  79. >Casualties have rated maybe five, ten percent
  80. >Most of which are the Celestian Guardsmares and stallions that faltered at the prospect of dispatching relatives
  81. >Or
  82. >Perhaps
  83. >Were not familiar enough with your own that they were seen as enemies
  84. >During the whirlwind of disgusting, wasteful expenditure of life you hardly bother to pay attention
  85. >"We've set the hive's deepest nurseries to flame, commander."
  86. >One of your most resilient stallions--whatever his name is--presents the information with a stoic expression
  87. >The fatigue causes your body to twitch from strain and stress
  88. >The murderous intent you had was professionally ejaculated onto the rather defensive opposition
  89.  
  90. "Good... those tan bags--charges."
  91. >"Went off an hour ago. Unless they are able to burrow enough to escape the heat, they are no longer an issue for the Princess."
  92. >That information brings such a solemn, borderline comforting breeze over your battered body
  93. >Despite the punctures and blood loss, Equestrian unicorn magic has allowed you to last well beyond your natural expiration date
  94. "Excellent... excellent."
  95. >From where you are now, you can only hear cackling and the slow, gradual reclamation of good will and wit
  96. >Many of the freshest transplants incur further casualties after the first exposure to doppelgangers and love starved bugs
  97. >You can't blame them for such weakness
  98. >It is what keeps them...
  99. >Them
  100. "It seems I have lost my wine."
  101. >"And your arm, commander."
  102. "Yes yes, minor details."
  103. >Equestrian unicorn magic is magical indeed
  104. "Bring at least the more entertaining one to me. As for the rest."
  105. >You lift your only remaining arm, caked in blood and broken as it may be
  106. >You don't feel it so that means it isn't a problem
  107. "We return to camp within the hour. Once we rest and recover, we clean up and leave this mole hill a crater."
  108. >"As you wish, commander."
  109. >The stallion bows before turning away
  110. >If you were quicker of wit, you may care about the green glimmer in the stallion's eye
  111. >All the same, your work is done for now
  112. >Maybe soon, you will be able to put this behind you
  113. >Surely you will be able to move on and do as you've always wanted
  114. >A peaceful little subsistence farm, with no concerns or stressors
  115. >Surely you are not truly a half-destroyed monster that has become an avatar of bloodlust
  116. >Surely

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