A TWISTED MARE TALE
BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON
As I rape your soul of virtue
I am god of lust and sin
Cold black, as I slay your soul of virtue
You are a slave of flesh and sin
CHAPTER ONE: IDLE THOUGHTS
Your stomach is turning. You can't steady the thrashing beasts inside of your abdomen. Can you feel the worms kicking around in your gut? Every last weasel you have within you was not put there by me, I merely helped them grow. You're so full of tainted soil, I injected worms and a seed to fertilize you. Your garden is quite rotten, but it grows well inside you.
Twilight Sparkle blinked her eyes and glanced out the window at the cold winter outside. She imagined for a long few moments, the bloody stained snow just outside of Equstria. This would not be much of a Hearth's Warming Eve without Spike here. And what of Rainbow Dash? No longer diving through the skies in her carefree manner, but now diving and ducking to avoid arrows, bolts of magic, fire, and other deadly projectiles that were launched at her by the enemy. The enemy...
Applejack was out trying to squeeze nothing out of dead winter soil, trying to supply an endless demand for food by soldiers you were dropping like flies. Food that was wasted on them as they died seconds after eating it. Fluttershy was forced to raise her animal friends to help in the war effort. The poor creature had yet to be alerted of the high death rates of the animals she parted with. Pinkie Pie was kept from having fun, and simply planned small parties for the very few soldiers who returned. Rarity built armor, working her hooves to the bone everyday.
And Twilight? Twilight did nothing. What use did they have for her? A librarian, and an artisan of peaceful magic. Of course she had found spells that could be used to harm others, but it went against what she felt was the point of her studies and her Harmony with other creatures. She didn't agree at all with the war, but Equstria had not launched the first assault. They merely reacted.
Your eyes are bleeding. I cannot tell whether it's make up or blood, perhaps both. I do however know it is mixed and made runny by your tears, and I can only taste them as I lick them off your face. After such a long time, it surprise me that you have such a supply of that beautiful drink. You do not drink the water that I give you. Where does it come from? Just like your garden. It is always wet when I arrive...
Twilight Sparkle had objected endlessly to Spike joining the armed forces and fight in a war that she didn't even support but... in the end it had not been her decision of his. Enlistment had been changed due to his species. Dragons were a dangerous factory of the opposite powers and in the end, pressure drove Celestia to demand he become a part of the fight.
I saw so much blood and tears during my time fighting, I learned it belongs at home with me. I learned my place and yours beside me. Swimming among our own.
Now she awaited his return, every letter, every sign that would prove that he was still alive and not lying among the bones and bile. She could only imagine the horrors he faced, having to take lives of his own kind, as well as others. Spike wasn't capable of hurting a soul...
Are you listening? Meet my eyes when I'm talking to you. I want you to remember every second we spend staring at each other, lying inside of each other, bleeding into one another.
Twilight sincerely hoped that this war would not change Spike too drastically. But his appearance and mindset were guaranteed to change. She'd come to understand that dragons matured due to caring out the traditions of their ancestors. And that was fighting, battling, hurting one another and everyone else, pillaging, killing, raping... everything Spike was not. And his mind. So innocent and untouched by the darkness of the world. It could have stayed that way, couldn't it?
No, she couldn't fool herself. He would have grown to know it eventually as every filly and colt did, but why did it have to be this way? No one else had to be baptized by blood and fire like he had to. It was gradual and easy for most. And yet he had to be shown the true way of things this way. Wow... Twilight thought to herself. When did I become so cynical?
War does that to you. She supposed. That was life. Maybe she was relating this whole idea of Spike learning the true misery in the world to her own. She really was just learning how miserable life could be without someone she loved, especially one that she loved this way. The nights could only get darker from this point on. With the battles so close and the ones she knew falling into the snow and dirt nearby, she felt that life would improve quite a lot with Spike back but how could things ever be pleasant after this? Spike would heal her wounds for the most part, but the scars would stay of course.
Hold on tight...
Twilight was rocked out of bed by an explosion and the groaning of tree branches. A few seconds later, a large, flaming limb of the tree fell past her window, shattering the glass all over her. She let out a cry as it put into her but quickly recovered and rushed to the now open window. Ponyville was lighting up with flames. She looked up into the dark sky where snow fell and fire rained down from. Dragons, clad in wicked armor were flying overhead, spewing fireballs into the town. The cries of ponies within the town began to fill the air, and Twilight could see shadows among the dancing flames of ponies running and screaming.
Gryphons began landing and rampaging through the town, crashing through houses and public buildings, running the ponies out and trampling them and everything inside. The town had a small militia that was to gather if this were to occur, but for an attack on Hearth's Warming Eve... it was sacrilege! But as the ponies in the town struggled to gain their wits, and glass cut deeply into Twilight's hooves, she was distracted by another being who was all too familiar, leading the fight.