More ponies entered the room through a large metal door with sizable metal restraints. It was a fierce struggle transferring the vamponies from the bolas to the huge metal cuffs, collars, anklets and midsection bindings. These were just as impossible to get out of. On closer look, the metal was silver like and had strange hair like streaks on its surface.

During the struggle, the mares’ outfits had been damaged much to Rarity’s rage. “How… DARE YOU!” Rarity spat at the mortal ponies as they chained their collars together and hoisted them to their feet effortlessly in a single file line escorted by two guards.

“Look at these things!” the first guard said.

The second guard pulled out one of Twilight’s wings as she stared daggers at him. “Bat wings? What a freak!” he mocked.

“Now that’s not nice! Don’t you make fun of tw[-]” flutterbat was cut off by a piece of leather shoved in her mouth by the other guard being tightened behind her head.

“Could start up a circus if we caught more of these.” the first guard mused, gagging the other ponies as they passed.

“I hear these freaks don’t feel pain.” the second guard said, giving twilight a good punch in the jaw, soliciting little more than an angrier stare.

“That hurt?” he asked.

Twilight didn’t answer,

“Holy shit, this is amazing,” he said. “We have an entire race of freaks on the other side of that portal that don’t feel pain.”

“You know, they look very familiar… they look just like the traitorous elements of harmony.” the first guard said.

“This one even looks like Flim Flam’s bitch, Applejack.” the second guard said, motioning at Applejack.

Flim Flam… of course. That’s what that double F meant. Applejack knew those two were horrible ponies, but she never thought they would ever resort to slavery. This was a new hideous low, even for them.

“Think we should take her up to them? Might be fun to have two Applejacks to fuck around with up there.” the first guard said. Applejack grumbled through her gag. If she ever got loose, she’d kill everypony in this building… or in this world, whichever came first.

“I was just thinking the same thing!” the second guard said.

The guards took the vamponies to these peculiar cells with strange machinery that held them in place, with legs spread and arms in the air at their side. What was left of their clothes were ripped off of their bodies (to Rarity’s unbridled rage.) Separated, the vamponies struggled helplessly in the machines, but to no avail. Eventually, they each hung their heads, giving up their struggle.

They had been conquered.

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This would be the end of part one. It might be a while before the next one comes. I don’t think people are going to like the next part.