Things Are Alive

I was trembling when I woke.

My hooves are a blur in my vision; I don't care.

Some kind of primal urge is making me move; making me a hunter.

Me, Twilight Sparkle the book worm is now a hunter; a hunter of what though?

My vision cleared and I was standing over somepony; she looked really familiar.

I saw blood and could feel a sick joy and then my gut wrenched; I knew that face.

"Octavia?! " I was down shaking the corpse and my mind snapped to clarity; this only looks like Octavia.

I panicked trying to make her move, to wake her up, to do something, anything at all; nothing was my response.

I was frantic looking from side to side after I pulled myself from the corpse; the lifeless body of a once breathing and loving pony.

What had happened? how did she die?

I wasn't sure I even wanted to know; I was right I didn't.

Everything flooded my mind; I had killed her.

I was at the pony's side apologizing and almost crying; she wasn't anything more than a piece of scenery now.

I swallowed the regret and let it run wild through my mind; I let the metal lodge deep inside of my windpipe.

Let it hurt when I screamed seeing the stab wounds along her flank, torso and even her skull; as if a unicorn had stabbed her to death; and then continued to stab.

I was trembling when I went to the water in the fountain; I was trying to tell myself I didn't do anything last night.

I shoved my hoof into my mouth and could feel it start to bleed, could ever taste the coppery blood in my mouth; I let it.

The perfect water was muddled a pony with a bloody muzzle, a crimson coated horn, and worst of all those eyes; worse than Discord's had ever been.

I could have screamed loud enough to wake all of Equestria but I shoved my hoof deeper into my throat; almost gaged.

I scrambled barely taking the time to free my mouth before taking trembling steps, and then I was galloping.

Galloping from the pony with the still bleeding wounds of the poor mare.

I screamed.

I was blinded by my sweat and didn't know where I was going.

I was in my tree trembling behind a book fort made from half of my library, I snapped at Spike when he tried to help; nearly bit his nose off, he ran out and I regretted my response; I just ended up curling against the book shelf crying. I heard my door open but I couldn't look at the cause; I was to broken.

A hoof was crushing my ribs; I didn't care.

I let it try to force it's way trough my flesh; just like my horn had done to Octavia.

Even when bone cracked I did nothing; I didn't even cry.

The pressure on my chest disappeared and I could hear arguing "We are not going to kill her Vinyl!" the voice like honey; how I killed her?

"She just killed your mother!" a voice like hungry knives… mother?

I dropped into mumbling "I, oh god what, no I, no no no no" my mind snapped further and I laid there in my realization.

I heard a scream of anger and heard fighting.

One of them was thrown into me; she had a soft flank.

I felt her kick off towards the other pony and almost laughed at the shot of pain in my side.

The fighting sounded like fun; the sounds of pain, their moans as good strikes contacted, and especially their cries as a hit was a little to close for comfort.

Then the fighting stopped and I could hear them both panting and then the voice of honey spoke up between gasps for air "We" -breath- "are not" -another breath- "going to kill her. We will find a cure, Vinyl."

A cure? Why did they need a cure? They could fight and kill; I almost screeched like a little filly at the prospect.

I wish I had the strength to fight with them, to feel their hooves agist me, to feel the warmth of their bodies pres-

I was slapped hard "ow!" the strike dragged me from my stupor.

"Are you in there Twilight?" that voice of honey again, I could feel myself falling into the voice as I wished to taste it. I almost did but another slap knocked me silly.

When I looked up Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were staring down at me; the first was a kind expression the other one of anger. Why was Vinyl always mad at me?

Why is Octavia wearing glasses like Vinyl's own? I felt a slight shiver go through my body of desire "those glasses make her look sexy. Sexy? Did I really just thi-" another slap knocked me to the ground. I looked and saw that Octavia had the glasses on her head and was blushing "did I say that out loud?"

In answer Vinyl slapped me again; harder this time and Octavia snapped at Vinyl's tail.

I felt a pang of jealousy at that; and then it was gone after hearing Vinyl scream out suddenly; it must have hurt. I snickered a bit to myself as the two started to fight; this one looked like it was just for play. I watched with my mouth agape as Vinyl pinned Octavia under her; I desperately wanted to be pinning her down instead.

The way those two played oblivious to me was beautiful; beautiful and arousing. I squirmed a little when Vinyl started to rub against Octavia who was only half trying to get her to stop.

I was stunned when Vinyl was the first to moan.

When Octavia started to moan I could feel one of my hooves between my hind legs quivering; I didn't last close to as long as those two.

They didn't make a mess like I did somehow stopping themselves but when they saw me they did blush bright red; red from flank to nose.

It was funny watching them try to ignore what just happened and I only smiled. They finally started to clean up the mess on the floor before arguing and finally agreeing that a cure would be my fate.

I went to bed happily thinking of Octavia's cries and moans, I fell asleep easily that night imaging Octavia as I took her.