Previously: Moist and Black-Eye revealed themselves to Winter Breeze, implying they were only out to look after her for Stud. In the meantime, Twilight starts questioning herself about her three-way relationship with Rainbow Dash and Applejack after getting a scolding from Scootaloo due to it. Ponyville's own Mayor Mare gets some appreciation from a royal soldier after being forced to lie about Stud's visit in town. And when everything seemed to only get better, Berry Punch has an unfortunate message to Winter Breeze: she is her new patient...
A pain called love
The pen moved back and forth on the paper, scribbling down absolutely nothing on the white surface. The eyes behind the thin glasses shifted between the paper and the plum colored mare laying on the bed. It had been about ten minutes since the occupied-sign was put up on the door to room #2, the only vacant room the pegasus mare could select for this meeting with her patient. The clock was ticking towards quarter past five in the afternoon. Not a word had been spoken from the earth pony. She had remained in silence much longer than any previous patient had done before. It was an awkward silence. That kind of silence you feel when somepony believed he could stay over at a friend's place but then found out it wasn't possible and it had actually never been promised it would work. Just an assumption that lead to a bitter silence for another seconds until somepony did something about it.
Winter Breeze scanned her patient Berry Punch. She was an impressive mare with a lot of sex appeal. Her thighs, for an example, were finely plump and healthy. Far from fat, but even further from being regular. She could imagine what kind of stallion-magnets they were, perhaps Soul Hook liked those kind of thighs, she thought...
"Well..." Berry Punch suddenly uttered, catching Winter Breeze completely off guard. The pen in her wing slipped and drew a destructive line across the notebook's open page. "... why didn't you do anything?".
"I'm sorry, what?" Breeze replied, still in the phase where she had to find her concentration that somehow had developed into admiration of other mares' legs.
Berry Punch tilted her head to the side so she could see the shrink sitting on her chair. "Those two ponies. They were with that psychopath who bucked up the guards. She with the freaky eye... she had those two creepy ponies next to her" she explained. It was a forward tone telling Breeze to cut the bullshit. She was there, seeing this professional psychologist laying on the ground like she had been knocked down. Berry knew that was kind of a disgrace, nothing you talk about with random ponies. Yet here she was, a random pony who had been directed here to deal with her problems. Talking to a mare who had shown her weak spots and what she concealed from everypony. Winter Breeze wasn't impressive to her anymore.
She watched as the shrink adjusted her glasses and tore of the open page from her book. Winter Breeze knew why she faced this kind of resistance from her patient. She wasn't blind, nor deaf or even remotely stupid. She understood that this was without doubt awkward, therefore the long silence where they didn't do a thing. She cleared her throat and tried to get back on track.
"We are here to talk about you, Berry Punch. There will be a time when I get to introduce myself, but that is not now...".
"I mean, one of them tried to kill Fluttershy's friend, and cut down both Applejack and Big Macintosh. That other one, the mare... I swore she was raping me with her eyes" Berry continued, ignoring Breeze's attempt to break loose from the subject. Her voice didn't ensure that she cared, but she was clearly interested about the details behind that showdown.
"That may be it, Berry. But we can talk about that another time..." Winter Breeze tried again. A bead of sweat and frustration seeped from her forehead.
"Isn't it like, one of your responsibility to report that kind of sickos?".
"Yes, but...
"But what?" Berry interrupted with an annoyed tone and leaned on her foreleg towards Breeze. "What gave you the stupid idea to let the love of your life slip away like that?".
Winter Breeze was about to crack the book over her knee in anger. But when she had decided to do so, she was frozen. She stopped breathing for a few seconds with her sight glued at Berry's eyes. That line was certainly nothing she expected to hear. "What...?" was the only thing she managed to say.
Berry sat up in the bed and hung her furry hindlegs over the edge. The look she then gave Breeze was not a friendly one. Her furrowed eyebrows was a clear signal that she had heard enough even though it wasn't that much.
"I've been in countless relationships in my life, and I know what a look means. I've had so many crushes and infatuations that I know when one of them is just a joke. The voice you threw at that colt Soul Hook, the tears in your eyes and the hidden strength you had when I held you back... it all said what you felt about him" she stated and paused to cross her forelegs over the chest.
Those words were frightening to Breeze. She suddenly remembered that part of the painful event. Berry and Cheerilee were forced to hold her back or else she would do the stupid thing to chase after the disappearing colt. She would have died by the hooves of Stud like she was nothing. That was without doubt the most painful memory. She was desperate and terrified. She didn't want to be alone. She just wanted everything to return back to like it used to be, so she could have her precious pony back in her loving embrace. Yet, here she was... listening to harassing words coming from a mare who sleeps with a new pony every week. Yes, she had read her colleague's notes on miss Berry Punch. Renown brewer and loyal customer to every bar in Ponyville. Was she supposed to be impressed by this mare?
There was no doubt in Breeze's mind when she put the pencil in the book and put it down on the floor. She was experienced enough to know when a patient required special treatment. Talking about her trauma and other disabilities could wait. If this alcoholic, which she never for her life would say to her face, wanted to hear a good reason, she was going to give her one. She crossed her hindlegs and leaned back in the chair. "Tell me, miss Berry Punch...".
The ambiance turned from loose and awkward to serious and cold. The mature mares steeled their eyes on each other, meeting in a mental hoofwrestling that would decided who was going to listen to whom. Berry didn't like that look, because suddenly she didn't feel that superior anymore. And once the reading glasses slipped off the beige snout, she understood this was going to be serious.
"So what do you want to hear, Berry punch?" she asked coldly, not showing the slightest care in the world about anything anymore.
"Who are those ponies?" Berry asked, playing by Breeze's rules so she could use the same tone. It took a second for the shrink to come up with the answer.
"They are both wanted criminals who are here to keep an eye on me for their leader" she said without the uneasy tone you'd expect. She was as cold as the season in her name described.
"Leader? That... red mare with the freaky eye" Berry replied. She hadn't forgotten that twisted face with the terrifying circles radiating from its disgusting eye. She had seen it in her nightmares, cringed and turned in bed just to escape the dread it brought her darkened vision. It still felt like that mare was looking at her...
"Yes..." Breeze replied with a sigh and brushed back a piece of the mane tickling her chin. "That was Stud: first class criminal with more offenses than any other criminal outside her family ever has achieved. She's an unpredictable killer, rapist, arso- sorry it's impossible to remember all the things she has done. Let's just say that she is one of the most dangerous beings in the world".
Berry leaned back, stricken with shock and a little disgust over her shrink's overly brutal indifference. There wasn't a single emotion or trace of empathy in her description, like she was annoyingly trying to get over the subject and return to the, for Berry, pointless conversation about her trauma. In that moment, Berry frowned at Breeze, making her stand with an opinion she would have to claw from her grasp.
"That's it?".
"What?" Breeze answered without any idea where that came from.
"Is that your reason for letting her get away with your stallion? You just gonna give up and pretend you're fine without him?" she asked with a hoof gesticulating at the only other pony in the room. "'Cause that's weak. Weak and pathetic".
Breeze narrowed her eyes, seeing no challenge in this mare's reasoning
"Weak? Yes. Even without her powers she is superior to me in strength, not to mention her loyal lieutenants and most likely the major part of her minions. If I had gone after Soul Hook, I would have been killed within seconds... if not faster".
"Okay, so even if you couldn't get him back right at the moment, why didn't you send the guards after that 'Stud' bitch?".
"She had already proven herself able to kill multiple guards without even TOUCHING them..." she pronounced with a sharp stare at her patient. As much as that was meant to send Berry the point, Breeze only managed to lit a weak flame of victory in the earth pony's eyes. "... so sending more guards would only lead them to a, hopefully very quick, demise unless Stud would find it amusing to play with their minds and memories first".
"Twilight Sparkle and her friends? Aren't they the elements of harmony known over all of Equestria?".
"Stud had the entire town in a stranglehold. I can't value my feelings towards another pony when several thousands are at risk. Twilight knew that and thus let her retreat in peace".
"And what keeps any of you from trying to find her now when she's gone from the village?".
Breeze what actually getting a bit tired of this. Her shifting eyes revealed that truth to Berry.
"Stud could likewise just have turned around and killed us all with a bat of an eye, literally. We had no choice but to let her disappear, and now it's impossible to track anypony from the group".
"So you tried?".
That sudden question was like a jolt of electricity snapping every nerve in Breeze's body. She just realized that her strength wasn't as great as she had imagined from the start. One look directly into Berry's eyes proved to her that she had walked straight into a trap. That plum smile and raised eyebrow revealed that she just had admitted that she had put thoughts into getting Soul Hook back. In a brilliant, yet simple move, the patient had caught her shrink in a net where playing for a foal was no option. With that, she covered her eyes with a hoof and leaned back a little further into the chair.
A silent sigh left Berry's mouth as she shifted her hindlegs. She didn't drop her eyes from the pegasus mare who suddenly didn't want to show her eyes anymore. None the less, she wanted to know more.
"Don't worry, Winter Breeze. I know how it's like to have a pony you don't wanna let go of. And I'm absolutely on your s-".
Berry stopped herself when she thought she had heard a snivel. As she was about to continue, no will in the world could keep her going when the tear fell from Breeze's hidden eye. A maternal instinct flashed past Berry's mind, quickly vanquished by the empathy she also felt for her fellow mare. She reached out her hooves and gently laid them on Breeze's hoof resting on her beige lap.
"Hey... hey, Breeze. I'm on your side, girl. There's nothing wrong with being afraid, we're all afraid when it's about the ones we love..." she said with a soothing voice like she had done so many times before when trying to calm down Ruby Pinch. For a moment, she felt like it was her duty to be the stronger one. That was until Breeze put away her hoof.
"What do you know?" she asked with wet, furious eyes. A raging beast called anger wandered in the depths of her eyes, something Berry only could avoid by keep playing by her own rules. Following Breeze's could only lead her this far. So if she wanted more, there was only her way.
"I know much more than you think" she said and kept smiling. Her playful eyes invited the pegasus to a game she liked to call 'have a drink on me', a look she rarely used on mares. Gladly, it worked just fine for Winter Breeze. Her anger fell down a level when she looked into the warm eyes of a mother. Even as an adult, she still knew what the value in having a caring mother was worth.
She still remembered her own mother.
"Come... we've tried your therapy. Now let's give mine a 'shot', he he" she hinted and got up on all four, guiding Breeze up from her chair and out from the room. Breeze was being ordered around like a foal, a weak and helpless foal who was being dragged from her mother's home to her father's...
In another place, where a big castle centered itself at the most northern spot of Canterlot, the white pegasus stallion Bayonet folded his wings as he touched palace ground. The shining marble he had landed on was part of a path that lead to the castle where he would find the office of a special pony. He walked over the bridge, was greeted by comrades by the gate and thus entered the castle square. He didn't mind any of the ponies he passed by on his way, the only thing that mattered now was that he focused on finding the outer barracks, which he had walked to over a thousand times during his time of service. It was a typical military building, low and wide, perfect for its only purpose of keeping the long rows of beds covered from weathers like rain and wind. He went inside and asked where the major was.
He then ran up the stairs into the castle, taking his time to blame himself for not remembering that he was of course at his office during this time of the day. Something had much clearly put his mind among the clouds today, of that he was certain. He had to be sharp in the presence of the major, the only pony who took direct orders from either captain Shining Armor or the princesses. Now he was here, in front of the heavy wooden door that would lead him into the major's office. A simple knock on the door should do the trick, of that he was also certain. He then proceeded to slap himself for telling himself he was certain about everything. Of that... he was certain.
The major called Bayonet in and put down the pen from his mouth to the table. While the soldier stood in front of the old-fashioned desk, he crossed hid forelegs and snapped his neck twice; he had been writing for too long. His dark brown coat and muscular shape, as well as the horizontal scar across his face spoke of his location on the hierarchic ladder. The rugged patch of beard on his chin was just something he hadn't noticed yet.
"Grade, location and name, soldier" he asked sternly, sending a nervous shock deep into Bayonet's mind just when he was about to take off his helmet.
"L-lieutenant Bayonet, sir! Fifth cavalry, front line division, sir!" he exclaimed and saluted. "Here to leave a report, major Hooves-field, sir!".
The major chuckled softly at the soldier's sever lack of relaxation. He remembered very well who this was. He had met every single soldier joining Celestia's army and he would be damned if he hadn't recalled this certain pegasus who once came in shaking like an autumn leave to his office. In the meantime, Bayonet closed his eyes in embarrassment, hoping the major would let him leave soon.
"Ahh... Bayonet, most likely to come out as a colt-cuddler. That's what the sergeant called you back when you were a private, am I right?" he said and let his chuckle become a heartily laughter.
"Euhm... y-yes. That's what he called me" he admitted as much as he hated to. However, he managed to keep a straight muzzle and immediately return to his business here. "Anyways, I am here to repo-".
"Stand easy, soldier. I can't hear you when you're that tense".
"Oh... I'm sorry" the young stallion apologized and put down his helmet on the marble floor. A little glance flew out through the window as he took a deep breath to calm himself. He could see the waterfall coming down from the mountain next to Canterlot castle. It was a beautiful and unique view that he and many others agreed on was a pity that only the major had it...
"I'm here to report about the the aftermath in Ponyville".
"Good. Has the mayor agreed to cooperate?" major Hooves-field asked with a considerably more serious tone. He knew when it was time to be serious and when not to. When a report comes, it's a sign of respect to listen to it word after word no matter how long or preposterous it may seem.
"Yes. It is at a great cost of her own sense of moral, but she has agreed to keep the truth about Stud's presence in Ponyville a secret".
The major smirked at the words 'sense of moral'. It had been a while since he heard of a politician who actually had such a sense. But he knew to expect nothing else from Mayor Mare, that old filly he had a thing with so long ago. It was nothing, really. Just a moment under the night sky the day before he signed up for the army. She hadn't been his first, but she had most certainly been his last...
"That is good to hear" the major stated and reached for a paper on his desk without even looking at it. He then pushed it over to Bayonet and hoped he would get the message. "Now when that has been taken care of, I have another assignment for you. But before I tell you about it, I want you to put this up on the notice-board outside your barrack".
The major sounded depressed, a detail Bayonet understood once he read the title on the paper...
Burial today
He looked a long while at the paper before switching his eyes back to the major. "It's a tragedy, really" he said with an indifferent voice, trying to act brave and strong. The major wasn't late to hear that tone coming from his subordinate's mouth.
"What ever do you mean?" he asked like he was raising an eyebrow. Bayonet looked at the paper again and then put his hoof over some of the names on the ones being buried.
"That they died for nothing, I mean. Story is that Stud didn't even touch them when they died...".
The major furrowed his eyebrows, reacting violently on the inside as compensation for the calm appearance he still radiated. In reality, he wanted to smack the table and the soldier's hoof like he was trying to chop red wood. But instead of turning himself into a mindless beast, he rested his chin on his fore hooves and stared like a scope aiming at Bayonet's head.
"Let me tell you, soldier: there is no such thing as 'dying for nothing' in this army. I've seen griffons doing suicide attacks on fortresses, dragons rampaging in cities, minotaurs killing each other for practice... and even ponies killing their own kind for selfish reasons" he began and sure hoped his soldier was listening There was no need to worry, Bayonet didn't plan on interrupting his major. Especially not when he was standing on his hindlegs with half his muscular body above the desk.
"I've seen enough in this world to know for sure that nopony in this country dies for nothing. Those brave ponies who had volunteered to arrest Stud gave their lives for it, and they will be honored, remembered, and praised as such for it!" the major nearly shouted as he tensed his muscles. "Their tragic deaths have reminded us that we are but mortals, and also that we had heroes who gave everything to protect and serve their country's citizens. They will be a source of inspiration to us all, that we are not yet dead! That we have the fighting means to face whoever did this to our soldiers! For Celestia! For Equestria! AND FOR THE ENTITY OF PONYKIND!".
A few seconds passed with the major standing up completely without any support, forelegs spread in a victorious pose as he finally realized what he was doing. Bayonet was stunned from Hooves-field's powerful voice that once commanded the front line troops of every battalion in the army. Even though his age had started to take its toll on him, he was still far from being useless thanks to his passion and dedication to the safety of Equestria. Anyhow, the major was fast to sit down on his chair like what he just did was nothing worth noting.
"Ahem... yes, that would summarize what I had to say" he stated and cleared his throat once again. When Bayonet thought things couldn't get any weirder, he took the paper and folded it under his right wing for safekeeping until he could put it on the board.
"Oh, and your next assignment is to protect Mayor Mare until further notice. Dismissed" the major added quickly and got up from his chair, heading for the door.
The white pegasus widened his eyes in shock, doubting for a second that he had heard the right thing. "E-excuse me, sir?" he asked since his mind was unable to comprehend the personal troubles those words were to him. The major passed by him and refused to give even the slightest look in Bayonet's direction. But the major was aware that he at least owed his soldier a short briefing.
"Until Stud is considered no threat to Ponyville anymore, you are to act as a body guard for the town's most important inhabitant, Mayor Mare. If she would be put in harms way, it is your responsibility to make sure she gets proper care and remains healthy til the day you are ordered back to Canterlot".
"B-b-but major, I-".
"That's an order, lieutenant!" the major exclaimed the second before he started fiddling with the knob on the door. It took him a few seconds to get a grip so he could turn and push it open. In the next second, when Bayonet was in the midst of finding more arguments to why this was a bad idea, the door slammed shut.
In that moment, inside that small office in that giant building placed in the even bigger city that laid on the surface of the great country Equestria located on the orbital planet... lieutenant Bayonet fell back on his haunches with the most terrified and condemned look on his face. Uttering a single word from the depths of his ravaged mind.
"Buck...".
The day had passed by unnoticed to the busy ponies of Equestria. Just as always, it was taken for granted without a doubt that it would return tomorrow as always. You couldn't blame them, nopony would, not even the very alicorn that had taken her duty to the highest possible level of attention. But being a divine being such as herself, she only needed a glimpse of her mentality to raise and lower the majestic globe of warmth. In fact, she was fully able to rest in her bedroom chamber in order to take on other duties that were more of the classified kind. Like focusing her magic on another living being.
"So... Spike, what have you brought me this time?" the beautiful princess asked with a playful tone. She was teasing the purple dragon in a way that would bring many males to the brink of begging. This was one of the many reasons why he had come back. His eyes shivered with excitement no matter what he did. He could always have tried looking away from the vulgar thing sticking out from the scales between his legs, but willpower wasn't his strong suit in this case. Helping Twilight and supporting his friends to the bitter end would have been one thing... but alas, a weak piece of magic had taken over his better judgment.
"Well I- hhng!" he almost managed to say without jerking in pleasure. His entire little body trembled to the rhythmic pulses around his pink shaft of a dragon's lust. He was comfortably resting in a pile of cushions made of the finest royal yarn. Next to him was a silver bowl filled with gems that he hadn't even touched due to the princess' insistence that they went down to business. Celestia giggled and shifted her fore hooves. She was also resting comfortably right next to the little thing. Her long horn glowed with magic and was focused on the spot she knew was the weakest of every stallion, minotaur, gryphon and even dragon...
"Come now, Spike. I know there's something just itching to come out from your forked, mighty tongue" Celestia said before nibbling on her lower lip. This was surely the most oddest thing anypony couldn't imagine. Why would the princess jerk off a baby dragon? Such preposterous rumors would be denied and rejected in every social way there was, if not also hunted down and turned to dust. Princess Celestia was a highly respected pony and the most loved one too due to her meticulous loyalty to the kingdom. Yet her she was, practicing magic on a young dragon's pride.
Spike still remembered the day when Celestia had brought him to the castle with ulterior motives. He had been introduced to the princess, asked to sit down and talk about his recent progress with Twilight. It all seemed casual until the princess asked Spike what he would do for his beloved friends in Ponyville. After answering with a proud 'anything and everything!', he was forced to answer if that really was correct. Confused and a little bit intimidated by Celestia's forwardness, he was suddenly assaulted with information about a threat that she knew was coming to Ponyville. Spike had no idea what she talked about, but knowing the level of importance this must have had for the princess to act so worried, he didn't hesitate for long before agreeing to help in any way he could. Celestia was grateful and wanted to show Spike exactly what she meant by that. Ever since then, he had secretly skulked through Twilight's things whenever possible. He hadn't been gone to Canterlot during the big changes in Twilight's life; he had been observing from hidings and noting everything down just according to the princess' instructions. Once he was done or received a message from his employer, he could show himself like he was just about to leave.
Spike had become Celestia's personal spy.
"P-princess... I can't... ho-hold it..." he whimpered with a tense smile on his blushing face. The princess relaxed the microscopic amount of magic she had on the little shaft, knowing that it was much more fun to prolong the sweetness. She was granting herself merely nothing aside from the rare sight of a moaning dragon. He was calmer now and could speak without swallowing his own breath.
"Very well, Spike. I..." she began but was instantly cut off by the knock on her big door across the room. Spike would have flown out of bed if it wasn't for Celestia's binding magic holding his dick in place. "Who is it?" she then asked.
"Major Hooves-field, mam!" a muffled voice said from behind the door.
In normal cases, a pony would have stopped with his or hers intimate moment or at least paused it for the sake of manner and vanity. However, Celestia was not one of the normal cases. She knew exactly who it was and thus found a cruel little idea in her mind. In reality, it was more of a fetish than a mean act. She glanced at Spike who was about to panic when he saw the magic mater intensify around his swollen dick. His slit-irises shrank to the size of small strings as the malevolent wave of pleasure crashed into his brain like a train hitting the wall.
"You may enter, major!" she yelled with a big smile. Spike did not understand what the point of this was, and he expressed this with flailing arms and gritting teeth. Sadly, this was something the princess wouldn't miss for the world. "Just be quiet now, Spike..." she whispered to him.
The door opened, letting the major stick his head inside. Spike's flushes turned crimson in his panic. He was convinced this was the end of everything...
"Good evening, princess Celestia, mam" the major said and closed the door behind him. To him, everything was perfectly normal. "I am here to inform you that the soldiers have arrived to their home soil and are ready for the last cremation".
Spike grabbed the cushions beneath his hands and ripped deep gashes into them with his sharp claws. His eyes were fixated on the muscular pony staring at his direction. In his mind there were many questions, many of them involving curses and loud, incoherent noises. The magic around his exposed member pulsated the perverted thoughts straight to his head, squeezing him dry from any wish to see the end of this.
Celestia nodded respectfully to her high ranking commander, not moving a muscle on her perfectly shaped body. "Thank you, major Hooves-field. I will be there shortly".
The stallion nodded back and turned around just when Spike let out a muffled cry. He had been fast enough to jam a fist in his mouth to block out any sound. The major halted and looked over his shoulder. "Was there anything else, mam?".
"No, you're dismissed" Celestia answered quickly, sending the major straight to the door so he could repeat what he had done earlier. The door shut, leaving the princess and the dragon alone once again. She slowly turned her eyes to Spike who was on the urge of screaming. She let out a final smirk... and then dived her wide-open mouth over Spike's swelling cock. Her eyes closed and her forelegs wrapped Spike's tiny legs as her tongue attacked his painfully needy pride. Spike was knocked down and locked, barely breathing while the divine pony sucked him off like a whorse.
She bobbed her head in a rapid pace, working together with the magic that was still jerking Spike off. Her snout puffed hot air on his lower body when she took the whole thing in her mouth, a smooth air massage the dragon didn't know first thing about. Celestia worked hard to push Spike over the edge. Her cheeks flattened and sunk into her mouth with the sucks. And after only a few seconds of the extreme blowjob, Spike tore apart a cushion and opened his mouth wide in the orgasm. His soul went to the high skies and fell down with the grasp of gravity down to earth again. As he slammed back into his body, the princess groaned in satisfaction and refused to let go of the cute dick in her mouth. The weak jets of sperm went down her throat and disappeared into her digestion. Only then did she let go and panted lustfully.
She was sure that Spike had given his best, but even he could bring the surprises, thus shot out another jet of his white load over the royal muzzle. Celestia moaned in surprise with red cheeks as the wealth stained her face and dripped from her upper lips down on her tongue. Her satisfaction was beyond the understanding of a mere mortal, the divinity she had just experienced that actually wasn't much more than the generosity a mare may give its male counterpart. The fact that it was a dragon didn't matter to her. What mattered to her was that Spike knew this was more than his crush ever even would consider giving him.
Spike had been gone in the mist of the afterglow. His return brought out the reality that only showered him with question marks. When he was able to breathe correctly again, he looked across his body and into the eyes of Celestia. His forked tongue was dry and empty, released from any wishes of sharing his appreciation, just like his now limp dick.
"What... what was all... that about?!" he asked between the gasps. Celestia had dried off a piece of cum from her muzzle and now looked at it in a satisfied manner. She didn't connect with Spike until after she had licked her hoof clean. Her giggle didn't explain much to the confused dragon, but she was just about to add clarity to his mind.
"When you've lived for as long as I have, many things gets common, and not even sex escapes that fact. In time..." she paused and licked her lips clean from cum. "... you must find new challenges in life. Like having a blind pony watch you blow a dragon...".
Spike's eyes widened.
"Don't worry... he has never ever caught me...".
Outside the door, major Hooves-field had taken a brief moment to direct the guards away from their posts. He knew very well that not everypony had time to pass by the board with the sign, and still many remained who hadn't even heard about the gruesome event. He understood that it must have been heavy for the soldiers, minding that many of those who had passed away were relatives of many others. They had been husbands... friends... sons... and even fathers. He could see them all without his dimmed eyes. He had seen so many of his comrades fall in battles that nopony outside the castle walls knew of. He would never forget when the last light of day finally showed itself to him so many years ago, when diplomacy between Equestria and the gryphon empire had bled out to war. When he just had failed to save his dying friend in battle, and then fell to the trap that was in the form of an experienced gryphon throwing his sharp claws across his face. Since then... the wound across his eyes had never truly stopped aching. Yet he commanded princess Celestia's troops with unflinching dedication and leadership to this day.
But he would never ever be able to understand why Celestia would suck the cock of a dragon...
Daytime was near its end, and Twilight hadn't accomplished anything else than self-pity. She had tucked Rainbow Dash into her bed and left her to recover from the spine damage. She could have snuggled down next to her and kiss her on the cheek, maybe even talk to her about what her troubled heart had to say. But that was not for now. Instead she had resorted to the telescope in her library, watching the beautiful sunset sky through the enhancing glasses. She sighed and wondered how it would be like to just sit up in the sky with her eyes watching all of Equestria and the rest of the world like an innocent bystander. She didn't know the answer to that, and not even Celestia or Luna could tell her about it. The sky was something you only could watch from afar... and maybe hope to make a wish come true.
Scootaloo's words had tormented her for the last couple of hours. She knew she was greedy and spoiled to have two lovers. But wasn't she worth that? Couldn't she have both the ponies she loved and keep them in her warm, loving embrace? She would give the world for them, just like with her friends. But no matter how she looked at it, Applejack and Rainbow Dash now meant a little more than her friends did to her. She had been telling herself a lie the whole time. She had always been known as the brightest light among the candles of intellectual ponies. And her talent for magic had proven over and over to be the most powerful without any enhancements like the alicorn amulet. But that amulet was the very evidence for that there would always be a force stronger than herself. What if Scootaloo was right? Of course she was right. She couldn't have two ponies to call her 'one and only'. The logic fell apart like a crystal crown falling to the floor. She just didn't know anymore...
"What am I supposed to do? What is wrong and right?" she asked herself in defeat and looked into the telescope again. Just like her mental condition, the sky hadn't changed one bit the last minute. In the end, she gave up the idea of trying to calm herself with the sky's majestic eternity, and walked down the stairs back to the main floor. Her goal was to get something to drink. Anything would do. That was the new plan and she was sticking to it.
But her promise was broken by a knock on her door...
She stopped for a second and suddenly realized something. Applejack. She hadn't visited Applejack and Big Macintosh. Those two brave ponies had protected her from that maniac who planned on killing her. If it hadn't been for them...
A new promise was made. After answering this call, she was going to visit Sweet Apple Acres and thank the siblings. And perhaps even try to find comfort in her lover. Irony sure couldn't leave her alone.
She trotted over to the door and opened it with her magic. A trace of strength put a weak smile on her lips. The door opened. A moment passed. Then... she screamed in terror.
Just a second later, Twilight's forelegs raised as her hindlegs gave after. Her body flipped over and crashed with a thud to the floor. A stain of blood rained down next to her head, proving that her bleeding snout was no coincidence. The mark around her muzzle was going to be a black eye, a sign of violence not many ponies dare to talk about when their husbands or parents are watching. Before the clock on her wall had jumped over to a new minute, Twilight was downed and gone for until she would wake up again. In the meantime, two shadows coming from the door covered her like unvarying blankets of horror and death.
"Black-Eye, for the love of tartarus, be careful!" the pegasus mare yelled as she threw herself over the unconscious body to protect it from any more harm. "Can't ruin such a pretty face, now..." she then added with a sinister smile and licked up the blood from Twilight's wounded snout. The warm liquid tingled her senses in such a sweet motion that she nearly considered having her way with this silent filly...
"Talk for yourself, Moist" the stallion said and snatched his friend's wing so he could pull her away. However, he instead decided to use some power and thus flung her body into a wall. The collision knocked a couple of books down from their shelves and covered Moist in a messy display. Black-Eye snickered at the sight before turning his darkened eyes down to Twilight. "We have a job to do before we can continue our vacation here in Ponyville".
Moist crawled up from the pile of books, shaking off some of the dust she thought they would bring with them. She was mildly surprised to know they were clean. "Yeah, yeah, you're right... I suppose" she answered with a disappointed tone.
The unicorn stallion looked around in the library and found the stairs leading up to another room he felt suspicious about. His hooves lead him up and soon let him open the door discretely. The blinds were pulled down, making the room darker than it should be. But in an instant, Black-Eye locked his vision on the pony in the bed that he unfortunately recognized very well. He didn't smile, but instead quietly walked up to the bed. After a quick check under the blanket, he was aware of the bandages this poor mare was forced to wear after his brutal treatment. Rainbow was sleeping without any snores, the pain she escaped through sleep kept her in an unusual state. She was weak and fragile at the moment, unable to help herself if somepony would, let's say... snap her neck.
"Might as well finish what I started..." Black-Eye said and stretched his neck muscles...
"Ahem!" he heard from the door behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see the golden colored mare staring back at him in disappointment. "If I can't have my fun... nor do you".
He twitched an eye and looked back at Rainbow. She was still gone and unaware of their presence in the room. Black-Eye restrained himself and turned back to Moist who closed the door after him. They walked back to Twilight so they could finish this and pretend nothing of this had happened.
"Alright, open the portal and let me through with her" she said, sounding unusually serious and disciplined for being her. Black-Eye watched as his companion laid the downed unicorn over her back, taking it as a cue for him to charge up his magic for the only spell he knew. He closed his eyes and focused, causing sparks around his horn that soon developed into static charges of volatile magic. He grit his teeth when the difficult part forced him to tense his muscles and stay put in this state of summoning. The magic sparks intensified and finally broke from his horn into a beam of concentrated energy. An illuminating light broke out in the room as the beam tore a vertical line in the air. The scar opened up and shaped an oval rift through space. After that, Moist quickly leaped into the wormhole and was gone for a few seconds before returning without the purple unicorn on her back.
Once she stepped her hooves on the wooden floor, Black-Eye cried in pain as he shut down his focus. In another flash, the hole imploded and vanished without a trace. Moist giggled at the panting stallion, finding him incredibly adorable. "Good job, buddy!".
Black-Eye glanced at her, radiating hatred like never before through his pitch-dark eyes. In that moment, Moist flashed spots of crimson on her cheeks, knowing that this look only meant one thing. But this location was not very suitable for her. She wanted to settle this somewhere more... public.
"Let's go..." she allured her frustrated friend and walked towards the door. "I saw a place where you can rape me~".
The two walked out from the empty library, leaving behind nothing but the clattered books laying in front of the hollowed-out shelves. One of the books laid wide-open, reading the end of a chapter in one Twilight's favorite novels.
… she was helpless in the ponynappers evil grasp. Little did she know that those menaces meant to take her to a place long forgotten. A place where nopony loves, where feelings went to die, where the sanctity of life couldn't shine, or where even her chivalrous lover could find her. A cruel place that would make tartarus pale in comparison. Only evil waited for her in this place.
The place where nopony goes...
To be continued...
Author's Note:
Well, as I promised, this story isn't ending yet. I have a lot left to tell and that's one of the things that drives me to it. The other reason are you guys! I've thanked you several times before but there's just no stopping it. The support you give me is very crucial and the secret remedy to bring this story to a perfect closure.
As some of you probably already know, Whorse and Deathbeat are permanently canceled. You can read more about it on my blog at fimfiction (this story is posted on multiple sites).
For your information, I'm done making promises I can't keep. Therefore, Ponyville's Lusts will update WHEN IT CAN. This is to take pressure off my shoulders and to stop disappointing my readers. Until then...
Brohoof on ya all!
