The Brony found himself lying on the floor.
He was bleeding from both his gut and his head, dying.
His consciousness was wavering, his mind going between darkness and light.
He looked up, using the last of his strength to pray to the ponies in the heavens.
"P-please… L-let me live… Let me b-b-be vi-victorousu… P-pleas… E-equestrius… F-flutter-ss-hark… Pink-kie Poo… R-rainb-b-ow J-jack… A-app-ple D-ash… U-uUniquless… My w-women… M-m-my Ponies…!"
As he mumbled this prayer with his last bits of strength, he saw a small purple figure appear in his vision.
"Brony… I love you…" The faint feminine voice echoed from the light above.
"Equestrius Sparkles… My beautiful pony… Please, give me power… Bring me your love so I can beat this b-b-astarrrddd!" The Brony coughed out as a tear trickled down his eye.
He prayed to the famous purple Pony, the one pony he loved the most. Equestrian Sparkles.
"You've been through so much… So much pain, forced to work with so many cruel people… All for the dream of a world where we can be together…" She continued.
The purple figure became clearer, manifesting herself into reality.
"I'll come to you… We'll stop the man who gets in our way… Jimmithey… We'll stop the King Cuck, who would suppress us… We'll make our world… And then… When it's done… I'll make love to you… My Brony…"
Brony could hear her faint, gentle, heavenly voice, whispering out his name.
"E-equestrius… Yes… YES…!"
He knew if he reached her hoof and grasped it, he would reach his Climax.
The ultimate Brony would be brought upon this world, as his lover would be walking alongside him!
But before he could reach her, before he could touch her faint, pony skin…
Jimmithey walked over him, covering his view of the sky.
Covering his Pony. Covering his Equestrius.
"N-no…! M-m-my Equestriussss…! N-NOO!" The Brony yelled out, his fat body twitching around in rage.
"Fuck up…" Jimmithey coughed out, with his shadow covering the Brony's vision.
"D-damn you…. J-Jimmithey… B-but h-h-hhow? H-how the fuck is it possible…?! How do you have the powers of a Cuck?!!" The Brony cried out as he looked up at Jimmithey's melted and bloodied face.
Jimmithey became silent for a second, feeling bits of wind hit up against his melted hair and half-burned scalp.
"I don't know... And it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I beat your ass. That I won." Jimmithey responded calmly, placing his foot on the side of the Brony's head.
He began pressing down, slowly crushing his head through his protests and screams.
But before he fully stepped down, he looked down at the Brony and chuckled.
"But one more thing, Brother Brony. Fuck you. And fuck your ponies." Jimmithey said plainly with a grin on his face.
"K-k-NOO!! E-equestriussss!!!" The Brony replied, using all of his strength to mutter out his love's name.
And then, Jimmithey stepped down with all of his force.
KKRRCH…!
He had crushed the Brother Brony's head, killing him.
Now that the original Brony was dead, all of the other Bronies began convulsing, quickly disintegrating.
After a few seconds, the entire field was silent and empty.
Jimmithey had won the battle and had defeated another Cuck General!
Despite the important, monumental victory, he didn't feel a hint of accomplishment at all.
He noticed he was smiling and instantly stopped, feeling confused. How could he have been smiling after doing such a horrible thing?
He felt tired, falling onto the ground from exhaustion.
He began coughing up blood, feeling his body become weaker and weaker.
"What just happened… Those cuck powers… I-I can't use them ever again… I won't become a cuck! N-never," Jimmithey thought to himself, crawling away from the Brony's decapitated corpse.
He knew that these powers were dangerous, that they came from an evil, vile source deep within his subconscious.
But despite that fact, he still had to admit the power did feel good.
It felt good to finally get back at the Brony who attacked him and his friends.
It felt good to get a step closer to taking down the King Cuck.
And it felt good to win! It felt good to destroy his enemy!
As Jimmithey got up, stumbling around, he saw Jackie flying in the sky.
Her purple aura surrounded her flying body, allowing him to easily see her.
She quickly landed a few meters away, shouting for Jimmithey's name.
"JIMMITHEY! ARE YOU OKAY?!" She yelled, getting closer to him.
"Oh, Jack… Hey.." Jimmithey responded, stumbling towards her.
He could barely speak, feeling pain in his chest with every word he said.
Jackie was prepared to speak, but gasped when she saw Jimmithey's damaged face!
"Oh my gosh! What the h-hell happened to your face! I have to get you to Myusel! I can't completely heal wounds THAT bad!!" Jackie yelled as she ran up to Jimmithey, grabbing him by his shoulder.
Jimmithey winced in pain, nearly falling onto her.
But despite his weakness, he smiled and held his hand up, chuckling.
"It's just a f-flesh wound… I-I'm fine!" Jimmithey responded, trying to push her away.
Jackie shook her head when she heard this, crossing her arms.
"No way dude! I have to fly you back now!"
"N-no… I-I told y-you… I'm fine, bro. I'm a tough bb-bitch… I can wa- wa… Guh- Ugh!" Jimmithey began to say, right before his muscles suddenly went out.
His body began to fall forward, unable to support itself anymore.
"JIMMITHEY!!" Jackie yelled as she ran towards Jimmithey, holding up her hands to catch him.
Jimmithey fell onto his friend's chest, losing all of his strength.
He wanted to speak, but had no energy left in his body…
So he just fell asleep, falling into the darkness of his mind.