Chapter 6: Taken
Warning: This story may contain mild violence from this point onward.
To take a draconequus head on was madness, something only the suicidal or the deranged attempted. His powers were unmatched simply because they were chaotic, because you were never able to predict what he would throw at you next, because he was willing to send someone you love to fight against you.
To call him a puppeteer would be an understatement.
Lying came naturally to him, extreme emotions something he considered strange, unusual. Only the simple pink mare in his arms was able to control him, calm the turmoil inside of him. But the mare was gone. She had gone to Fluttershy's, leaving him to pace desperately around the room, awaiting her arrival. Objects in the room mimicked his motions, shifting slightly, occasionally popping and transforming into something completely new. With his thoughts shifted elsewhere, his magic was allowed to wander about the home. The walls curved inwards, furniture changing sizes, and Floyd was picked up by a lamp and flung across the room to land on the snout of the draconequus, bringing his attention back to the room. He quickly slammed his hands on the floor, the magic seeping out of the walls and returning to him, the room morphing back into a semblance of something normal. He removed Floyd from his nose.
She was supposed to be here. She was supposed to be in his arms, not running amuck on the streets at night, Luna's moon hanging clear in the night sky. Looking back out the window quickly, something caught his eye. The moon was larger than usual, it's brightness doubled. He knew that her moon reflected her emotions. She had never allowed her moon to fully shine since the death of her mate.
He drew his attention away from the window, pacing once more, unable to think of something to do. Despite his chaotic nature, he was still a living creature inside, and he wanted to know where his love was. A knock sounded at the door.
He breathed a sigh of relief, opening to door for the pink mare, her mane bouncing along with her body as she hopped inside, smiling up at him like she hadn't just worried him to the extremes. He frowned down at her, and she shrugged.
'What's up, Dizzard?'
He withheld the urge to yell and laugh, and instead soaked her up in a hug, smiling as she squirmed into a more comfortable position. Dropping her back down on the floor, he fell to her eye level.
'Next time you plan to go on a late-night tryst, make sure to inform me about it.'
The smallest flicker of recognition passed through her blue eyes as she realized why the draconequus had been so worried.
'Diz, don't worry about me. I'm a big pony now.' She stated bluntly, before letting a yawn erupt out of her lips.
'More like a tired little pony.' He picked her up and carried her to the bed, and she sat herself down. Getting on four hooves on top of the bed, she jumped as high as she could, crashing on the plush surface and bouncing a few times before landing in a comfortable position on her back, laughing violent and earning a cocked eyebrow from the draconequus.
'Be mindful of the baby, Pinkie.'
'Dizzy, I'm sure any child of ours is used to bouncing by now.' She chuckled.
Leaning down to kiss the pink mare on the forehead, he nodded slightly.
'True. Night, Pinkie.'
'Night, Diz!' She turned to the side, curling into a ball. Soon, her breath calmed, her hoof drifting into her mouth, and he knew she had fallen asleep.
Coiling around her, he felt safe in the knowledge that she would be there in the morning.
The draconequus was sleeping, coiled around his mate. The two figures stood the window, the slightest laugh erupting from the mouth of one as she dissolved into mist, wrapping itself around the figure, dissolving her into the air. The draconequus twitched slightly, feeling the sudden loss, and the masculine figure's horn flared quickly, a deep green magic enveloping the draconequus, easing the sudden twitching movements. The mists disappeared.
Back in the confines of the castle, the Princess of the Night and the Prince of Poison shared a celebratory kiss, chuckles rumbling in their throat at the simple feat it had been to talk their pawn. The pink mare was coiled on the floor beneath them, near Nightmare Moon's hooves. She resisted the temptation to crush her feeble skull then and there, instead allowed her eyes to meet Nightlock's.
'Patience, Nightmare. He will come for his mare, just as you came for me.'
She nodded, her angular eyes flashing in the sunlight, and her gut wrenched suddenly, the sudden flare of pain showing in the twist of her mouth.
'Don't give in, Nightmare. Don't lower the moon. You're better than your sister.'
Her gut reacted once more, and she took a calming breath, her hair suddenly flaring up around her, mixing with the cool night air.
'I will let this day dawn, Nightlock. My sister must remain unaware for now.'
Touching her horn to his, she lit the smallest spark, the magic travelling down both their bodies, wrapping around them, shifting their very bones. They grew smaller in stature, the Princess visibly straining herself, the armor surrounding her slim frame falling off with a loud clang. Opening their eyes, they stared upon one another. Luna looked the same as previously, and Nightlock had been reduced to the same state. He quickly summoned a cloak, draping it over his wings, covering them. Using his horn, her quickly levitated the captive, pressing a quick kiss along Luna's jaw, breathing a goodbye into her ear, and flying off with the captive.
Her horn sparked once more, the moon slowly lowering over the horizon as Celestia's sun rose over the other side. She collapsed from exhaustion.
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