Woaaaaaah! Tenth chapter!
That always feels like a huge milestone to me, like, a hay, you did it! Halfway through!
Warning: this chapter is pretty trippy. I play with space and time and life what-nots. Don't worry, though-the deepness isn't permanent.
All of Ponyville was deathly silent.
Apple Bloom couldn't sleep for the pattering of rain. Her pupils were slightly dilated, and Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were curled next to her, breathing softly as the storm ran on.
"Are you tired?" whispered a voice, and she turned to see Zecora standing in the doorway of the tree house. "For if you are, I can help you expire."
"No thanks, Zee," said Apple Bloom, yawning. "I don't want any spells or potions right now."
"Potions are not of what I speak, Apple Bloom; I tell of another reach."
"What does that even mean?" asked Apple Bloom, staring at her, insomnia taking over. "Zee, I love you, but you don't make any sense."
"Who said sense in the truth? When did you become a sleuth?" asked Zecora, lying down in the bed with them. "Cutie Mark Crusaders three, by all means, aren't odds lonely?"
"Oh," said Apple Bloom. "I mean, it's okay."
"But don't you hope and dream for something more it sometimes seems?"
Apple Bloom bit her lower lip. "Yes."
Zecora smiled and leaned forward. "Then reciprocate, my sweet fleur-de-lis, and on my lips please land a kiss."
"You flirt," laughed Apple Bloom, obliging and kissing her on the mouth. "Mmm. You taste citrusy."
"You, my friend, taste so sweet, that I fear it is hard to beat."
"Zee, you're great."
Zecora laughed and kissed her again, her couplets silenced for no particular reason other than the fact that for a minute she was oblivious to the racism and horribleness brought on by her fellow Equestrians, taken a back for a moment, her green eyes closing and imagining a future she knew would never be.
"Do you love me?" whispered Apple Bloom.
"From west to east from east to west, it is in my heart which you have the best," whispered Zecora, wishing that one day she could make sense without rhyme.
Apple Bloom smiled and kissed her cheek.
Firefly galloped down the starscape, electricity spurring out of her hooves. She knew that he would see her before she saw him, and their eyes met, silver and blue, and they melted into each other.
"Hello, Despair," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the mouth. "How was your day?"
"Very dead," joked Despair, his long white mane, the black streaks looking like opaque mirrors into the very soul of the starscape. "How was yours?"
"Boring," said Firefly, faking a yawn. "You know. Aria sang her first note today."
"Which one was it?"
"High E flat. It was incredible, considering that she's a baby and all."
"Give her my congratulations," said Despair with a smile. "Would you like to go flying?"
She nodded, and they began to soar into nothingness, their wings beating against clouds made of dark souls. Solar flares exploded around them, and the cosmos spun an untraceable web around their destiny, each and every light pulsing and throbbing into new life, creating what could be the newborn souls of thousands of beings, each and every one perfect, unable to be destroyed permanently…
"Despair?" asked Firefly as they flew past the birthing of a universe. "Who creates all of the souls?"
"The Mother," said Despair simply.
"Where…where is she?"
"Hovering somewhere in the center of the universe. We're not even close to the center, from what I've heard."
"Are there…other planets?"
"Yes."
"What lives on them? Are there more ponies?"
Despair bit his lip. "I don't know. Nopony does, really. It's a mystery."
It took hours, minutes, seconds, days, before Firefly was aware of the darkness in between every star. Yes, there was illumination, but it wasn't eternal. Stars died out. So, it seemed, did anyone with a real soul.
"Are our souls real?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't we die?"
"Because our destiny is more complete than that of mortals," said Princess Luna.
"Are we even related?"
"Yes."
"But…do you ever feel like you're spinning out of control? Don't you ever want to be normal, to be ignorant and blissful?"
Luna frowned, closed her eyes, and then looked at her daughter. "Who doesn't?"
Adam blinked. "Noah? What are you doing?"
Noah looked up and smiled. "I made a doll, Daddy!" he cried happily, holding it up with his mutated hands/hooves. "Isn't he beautiful?"
Adam slapped Noah across the face. The boy fell to the ground, looking up with wounded eyes. He hit him again, harder and harder, until blood ran over his hands and coldness filled his heart. It didn't matter. Noah wasn't human. He didn't matter. He was nothing.
He dragged the body back to the cave and tore out some of the flesh, ripping it with his teeth and gnawing on it like an animal. His son had been worthless. It didn't matter.
What did anymore?
Fluttershy was shaking.
She couldn't stop. She hadn't been able to stop no matter what she did, no matter how many times she tried to distract herself without avail.
Darkness flooded over her house, and the door busted open. "Get on the ground," it hissed, and she slowly went to the floor, shaking, unable to stop crying.
"Please don't hurt me," she sobbed as it stepped behind her. "Please leave me alone."
It stuck its thing in her, and her world went gray. It smelled of blood and sweat and semen, and her tongue was bleeding in her mouth and mixed with the honeysuckle she had eaten.
This isn't right,
.:what's going on here:.
KILL.
She stopped it. She stood up, looked it in the eye, and screamed.
"NO!" she shouted. "YOU WILL NOT HURT ME LIKE THAT!"
She punched it across the hairless face, and it scattered out of her house.
There was still blood in between her legs, and it was sore, and she barely thought that she could go on trying to sleep. It hurt too much.
Not again not again oh no not again WHY?!
She sobbed into her hooves, disbelieving. It hadn't happened. She was dreaming. She had barely gotten over her first assault, and now…
There was another knock at the door, and she hit the floor, shaking uncontrollably. It won't be it can't be please go away
But instead of the monster, a familiar voice called out her name. "Fluttershy?" asked Rainbow Dash, knocking ever so politely. "Fluttershy, are you there?"
She whimpered, and the door bust open. Rainbow Dash looked at her, at the blood, at everything, and grabbed her, holding her against her chest, rocking back and forth. Fluttershy cried hard, not stopping, letting herself run into Dash, letting herself get rid of the emotions that she had been carrying for so long.
"It hurt me," she whispered finally, her eyes red and swollen. "Dashy, it hurt me."
Da-dum. Yeah, poor Fluttershy...I feel like she's there just to be tortured sometimes.
Anywho, time for a contest! I need a new foal-I've got two more already-but I need a new foal, any gender, any race except for alicorn and zebra (heh heh heh), and an interesting back story! I'll give you credits in the summary and what not! YEAH!
Love you guys.