Commission: Scarlet in the crimson color

“Promoted?!” Spectrum exclaimed across the breakfast table with cereals spouting from her mouth. Red was still in a fit shock with his eyes glued to the document in his hooves. He had already reread it a number of times, the hallmark was from the USHR, yet he couldn't help but doubting his eyes. There was no signature, and that was quite interesting, minding that orders usually came from the commander himself or any of his subordinates. They would be forced to write down their name and rank in order to execute an order like this. Unless...

Red put down the paper and pushed it over to Spectrum. While she feverishly read it, Red put his hooves together and looked into a corner of his eyes. He could only think of one sort of position that could leave an order without having to mark it.

“This is big. A higher up wants us promoted to the elite forces of the Red Saddles. You must have made some serious impression on commander Polkan” he said once his eyes turned back to Spectrum. She looked up from the paper and then smirked in self-satisfaction. She wasn't sure if it was just that or also a pleasure to shine next to Red Gear with her competence. No matter what, she was happy to know that she had made this good progress in such short time.

“What does this mean?” she asked, still not all in about what everything meant.

“The elite forces are to move around the Hooviet Union according to orders received. Wherever we are sent, there are known dissidents that needs a more... permanent solution, if you know what I mean?”.

Spectrum wasn't dumb enough to not understand what that hint meant. She glanced at the paper one last time and nodded, still excited to know things were going so well already. That was until she suddenly realized the awkward thing that was written in clear ink on the paper. She snatched it up again, giving Red the correct signal.

“Yes. We are to move out asap” he said and got up from his chair...

Along the streets of Moosecow, several ponies directly from the army kept their eyes on anypony passing by them. Foals and elderly were all patted down by their eyes, checked if their cool would trigger any nervous twitches. A mare and a stallion walked next to each other, weapons resting over their chests as they moved around a block with civilian houses. They had moved down this block many times before just today, but that was their job for now. Not a single incident had occurred here, nor any compromises. Basically just another dead area, but still important enough for their presence.

The mare turned her frowning eyes to a house right next to her. She extended her foreleg in front of her comrade, causing him to turn his head the same direction she looked at. They both saw through the window a male pony around his mature years getting wrestled down in a violent struggle. He yelled and cursed as a mare suddenly jumped at him from behind and held him down so another stallion could cover his mouth with a napkin. A table and several lamps were knocked down before it all fell into a total silence.

The soldiers blinked.

As the door to the house opened, showing the red stallion walking out with his behind first, the armed mare decided to reach for her SKS rifle. She was stopped by the stallion next to her. He didn't say anything, but pointed his foreleg at the green jacket he clearly saw on the red male. In a heartbeat, the mare let go of her weapon and watched the two ponies pull out a large bag from the house. They passed by just a few hooves away from them, receiving a friendly nod and greeting from the red stallion and the blue mare with the bag over her back. The soldiers followed them from their spots until they saw the two ponies walk inside an condemned building they never saw anypony use.

They looked at each other, ending up with the mare nodding her head. The stallion picked up his Walkie-talkie and reported that safe house #11 was currently in use. Then they continued walking down the block...

Meanwhile inside the safe house, Red Gear turned on the light by the flip of a wall switch and lit up the entire room for Spectrum Slash. She opened her eyes wide, looking fairly amazed by the small, square shaped room filled with different tools all sharing one purpose: causing pain. Hanging alongside the walls were traditional instruments such as pliers, hammers, knives, needles, ropes, cuffs and hooks, while the tables by the other wall had an assortment of poisons, acids and other concoctions. In the middle there was a chair with leather straps attached to the arms and front legs, exactly like the one Spectrum sat on when her test began. Luckily, this time it wasn't she who was ending up on the chair, but the drugged pony she found in the bag.

He was quickly placed on the chair and properly strapped to it within seconds. After that, a nice, ice-cold bucket of water splashed his face. The pony gasped in his startled awakening, shocked and confused over his sudden change of location. It seemed to him that he was in his home just a few seconds ago, and now in a strange location with the same ponies that assaulted him. He saw their jackets at once, recognizing them as the last kind of ponies he wanted to be caught by.

“Wha-what is this? Where have you taken me?” he asked with a startled tone. Red Gear wasn't impressed, on the contrary mildly annoyed.

“Don't play stupid, mister Trotsky. Everypony knows why you're here” Red Gear stated as he walked over to one of the desks filled with tools. “After all, you've made quite a name for yourself among the other, rebellious dissidents...”

The stallion known as Trotsky flashed open his eyes, on the verge of a heart attack just by hearing his name and the word 'dissident'. He glanced at Spectrum who smiled at him, then turned to Red. He couldn't move from the wooden chair, only turn his head in some insignificant ways. He was quick to learn that there was no point pretending he didn't know anything. He knew Red Gear and Spectrum Slash worked for the secret police judging by the jackets with their tiny symbols. He arched his eyebrows, trying to put up a more intimidating aura.

“How did you find me?” he asked in a calm and collected manner, breaking a bead of sweat from his forehead. Red looked into another direction, working something in his hooves while answering the question.

“You underestimate the KGB, mister Trotsky. Careful investigations and surveillance is what makes us effective when executing missions and operations” he explained and started taking of his jacket. “And since you wasn't able to predict our strike, I think it's safe to say that we are better at working unnoticed than you do”.

The elder stallion breathed deeply through his nostrils, doing his best to stay cool. “Doesn't matter what you do to me! The information you seek from me has already fallen to the ponies of Hooviet Union! And soon wil-”.

“What ponies? You mean those you speak with through channel 177, 398 and 469?” Red interrupted, once again shocking the pony trapped in the chair. He stared at him like he just had revealed everything.

“Ho.... how did you...” he asked at the same time Red hung his jacket on a nail stuck to the wall he faced.

“Those locations were found and neutralized the same day you started transmitting signals about your rebellious propaganda. Every single piece of information you've given us has been stored and used properly to erase any other groups of dissidents. In fact, several of them lead us to even bigger groups that posed as serious threats that could have done some serious damage to our government....” Red furthered his explanation and then turned around to show what he had prepared the last minute.

Trotsky's eye twitched in rage the more he listened. He was so blinded by anger that he didn't notice the syringe clenched between Red's teeth. He could only sit and watch as he approached him and then grabbed the syringe in his fetlock, leaning towards him so he could look directly into Trotsky's eyes.

“... but thanks to you, they are all dead. Everything you've built for Celestia knows how long has been eliminated by you and you only” he said with a vile smirk, inducing all hate his victim had inside him.

“YOU BUCKING BASTARDS!!!” Trotsky roared in an absolute rage. Red shook his head and held onto the strapped pony's shivering foreleg, carefully sticking the syringe into the soft flesh and injecting Trotsky with the concoction. He then proceeded to another desk with Spectrum sitting obediently back on her haunches as his audience. While the screaming and hollering went on without any break, Red brought out a hoof-screw from one of the desk's large drawers. He gave Trotsky a thoughtful look and a sigh just to prepare himself to go loose on this one. Staying calm and collected most of the time takes it price when you suddenly must change to an aggressive nature...

He frowned and walked back to him, giving Spectrum a little surprise when he for the first time looked really pissed off. “There is however one thing you haven't told us, and that was the last piece of information we wanted. Otherwise we wouldn't be here trying to get it out of you...”.

Trotsky's right fore hoof was placed in the vice, neatly clenched so it wouldn't fall off. Red looked into his eyes and readied his hooves on the handle to turn it when needed, thus pressing Trotsky's hoof with violence.

“Who funded your operation, mister Trotsky?”.

“Buck you!” he spitted, sweating like a pig due to the strange condition to his body after the injection. Red sighed... and turned the handle.

Massive amounts of pain screeched through Trotsky's body as the vice clenched his hard hoof. The cold iron squeezed harder and harder until the hoof cracked, breaking his future of ever walking correctly again. He screamed out in agony, tensing every muscle in his body as the ache melted his brain. Blood seeped out from the crack and stained the floor, much to Red's indifferent frown. But he didn't stop there. The handles were turned even more, crushing the hoof further, crack by crack, until nothing but a crumbling mess remained. The loud screams confirmed every inch of pain he caused.

Trotsky panted and twitched his head, failing to escape the pain. The mere though of losing one of his hooves turned his stomach, giving him retches that wanted to come out. Red wasn't satisfied, such ignorance deserved another hoof, to be precise. He loosened the vice and proceeded to the next hoof resting beneath the straps. Trotsky saw what was happening and cried for mercy. Ignoring him, Red clenched the simple contraption and forcefully turned the handle.

“No, no, no, n-AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”.

Blood splattered out as Red slowly let the vice crush this hoof too, relishing in the fact that he could hear such horrid screams from his victim. The iron bar went lower until just an inch was between it and the lower bar. The vice was loosened, and then brutally smacked in Trotsky's muzzle, breaking a few teeth and mauling his cheek.

Beaten and massacred, the elder stallion breathed like his lungs were about to collapse. Blood ran from his lips and carried a tooth from it. His eyes were open wide and trembling with pain and fear.

“Doesn't matter how loud you scream, these walls are soundproof” he stated and walked away to get another tool of his choice. The victim was stuck in his stuttering panting, unable to look at Red Gear as he came back to him. A lath hammer was now in his grip, and he got up on his hindlegs with the tool resting over Trotsky's left shoulder. His right, vacant hoof grabbed the old pony's muzzle and forced him to look into his eyes.

“And the drug I gave you doesn't help either, since the only thing it did was heightening your reception to pain” he said right before raising the stainless hammer over the exposed shoulder. “Now... tell me who funded your operation”.

The beaten stallion shut his eyes, preparing for the pain to come straight at his shoulder. He still had some strength to resist. Not that Red admired the loyalty, he was just glad to know he had only begun.

The hammer fell from its height... in an arch and charged straight into the victim's ribcage. He opened his eyes and coughed up a muffled scream, splattering blood from his mouth as the shock prevented him from understanding what just happened. He was so sure his shoulder would take the pain that he had completely forgotten to think about his other body parts. The ribs Red hit broke instantly, nearly piercing the lungs.

“Tell me who funded your operation!” he repeated, then struck the hammer down on Trotsky's knee, cracking the leg and injuring the muscles. “Tell us!”.

Spectrum, who had silently watched the show, was amazed by Red's sheer force of brutality. She didn't expect him to have a side like that, minding after all this time he had been so calm relaxed. Now he had turned into a merciless torturer with a hammer soon to be covered in blood in his hoof. Done and done, Red Gear had grown tired and thus threw the hammer from below, straight up like a boxer's hard punch, into the victim's jaw. Blood erupted and rained over the hammer as Red raised it again. He repeatedly bashed his guts, aiming for the innards so Trotsky couldn't help but throwing up his stomach content. And all everypony heard now was Red's angered voice.

“Tell us!” he yelled before striking the blood beaten stallion in the snout, crushing it into complete disfigurement. “I can go on all day with you! Keeping you alive and piece by piece breaking you down into a freak, and I won't stop even when you're nothing but a bloody pulp!”.

Angered as he sounded, Red Gear was in fact under complete control of himself, sure not to go overboard and kill the poor thing at his mercy. Spectrum was fascinated... and strangely warm.

After a few seconds of breathing and incoherent mumbling, the severely beaten stallion tried his best to move his lips. Red raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, flapping up his ear to listen. He narrowed his eyes at him and soon let go of a satisfied smile. The interrogation had finally given fruit. He leaned away and walked back to the desk to return the hammer where it belonged. A decided look was shot at Spectrum, and an even viler grin.

“He's all yours, Spectrum. We have no need of him anymore” he said, causing Trotsky to twitch his head up, knowing this was probably going to happen, still scared about the fact that he was going to die. Spectrum got up on her legs and approached the suffering pony. She went up behind him and rested her hooves over his nearly untouched shoulders. She leaned in close, nearly stroking his bruised and bloody chin with her snout. She could feel the suffering, the excruciating pain, all thoughts that probably went through his head, everything he had endured until his loyalty only reached so far.

“You know.... you remind me a lot about my father” she whispered and grabbed him with the speed of a cobra. One foreleg was around his neck while the other one held onto his head, jamming him completely. Her voice grew into a sinister hissing, her chance to let out what always had been inside her. “Isn't everypony supposed to love her father? Well I didn't. I hated him... he used to be there for me, but then he changed. Then he couldn't stay away from the booze. He joined mother and took out his anger on me, threw me out after countless times of abuse. And since then, everything I wanted to do...”.

She slowly bended his head to the side, twitching it further until not much was left before the stop.

“Everything I wanted to do...”.

The resistance began. But she pulled further, going past the limit so his body started to shake.

“Just one thing...”

Trotsky opened his silent mouth, tortured by the mental pain that she hadn't snapped his neck already. But she moved towards it, just very slowly. He could feel his muscles give way, how the neck came close to snapping off from the spine. She squeezed his head and neck harder, grinning wildly in pleasure.

“Was just...”.

Merely a centimeter was left.

“This!”.

With sheer force, she cracked his neck in a loud snap. Spectrum widened her eyes in ecstasy. An endless rush of endorphin filled her emotions, stinging her with joy and satisfaction, yet a hunger of sexual needs. She bit her lower lip and let go of the dead pony's head, letting it hang lifelessly while she enjoyed the rush. Red was impressed by her choice of execution; a usually quick and painless death turned into a slow and surprisingly agonizing one. This amusement prevented him from seeing what was going to happen now.

Spectrum turned to Red, silently groaning her excitement. She had seen pain and death just like she craved, but now she only saw something she wanted even more. Her lustful instincts got the upper hoof and forced her to charge straight at Red Gear who only had time to grimace in shock.

In a clatter of tools falling to the ground, Spectrum jumped at Red and pinned him to the desk he stood in front of, pressing down his forelegs so she could attack him in the way she preferred. Her open mouth fell over his and connected them in an instant. Due to pure reflex caused by the sudden act, Red grabbed Spectrum's flanks and massaged her cutie-marks in an intimate way. She raised her eyebrows in enjoyment and gasped inside Red's mouth. She didn't signal she wanted an end to it, just that this was something neither she had predicted to its fullest. Yet here she was, laying on top of a stallion with her tongue deep in his mouth and his hooves fondling her ass.

She disconnected the kiss and dived her snout into Red's gray mane, taking deep inhales so she could get his male fragrance up in her brain. Her fore hooves ran through the gray hair, massaged the scalp and sampled more softness for her to sniff on. Red was quick to understand that this mare probably had a thing for comfortable manes and apparently tails too. He felt his short tail resting between his legs getting humped on. For a moment he was a little surprised to think that Spectrum actually had gone so far as to ride his bone already, especially since he couldn't deny that his physical pride wasn't really resting right now...

She kept rubbing her soft labia against his tail and rolled back her eyes while doing so. Getting a sweet kick of ecstasy was enough for her to lose grip in a different way than she used to do. This was a grip she more than happily lost, a feeling she could give into any time of the day. Or at least that was what she felt right now.

Red had joined her euphoric state of sweetness. His hooves didn't only move to grope her well-shaped butt, as much as their soft, squishy feeling made him melt like a leaf in a pool of lava, he also started going towards Spectrum's erect wings. Their stiffness attracted him to caress and stroke the beautiful things. And like that, his female partner couldn't contain herself. Her tongue lolled out as she groaned lustfully, her hips shook together with her wings and the scent massaging her snout pushed her over the edge in a grand display of female satisfaction. Spectrum shot at Red with her lips, forcing them together as her cheeks lit up with red heat. Her tongue wrapped itself around his, and she was ready to completely let go.

At first, Red didn't understand, but that could have been because he was trapped in the delicious feeling of having his hooves touching another mare's wings. These fascinating things had always this attractive appearance, an appearance he couldn't resist. The thick muscles covered in soft fur and mostly feathers felt so especially fluffy for some reason. He knew there was physical strength in them and an ability he never would have. It wasn't jealousy, just a pure fascination for something so simple and yet fantastic.

What Red was about to find out was also that some mares are very sensitive at certain spots when exposed to some of her strongest fetishes.

Spectrum moaned out loudly as her wings stiffened even more. She let go off Red's mouth when she ultimately came all over his tail. He gasped at the opportunity before him. Just like sniffing manes was Spectrum's fetish, so was the sweet nectar from a mare his. A desperate craving for the warm stickiness to be on his tongue broke out, but just as he was about to try break free from Spectrum's grip, he saw the dizzy look in her eyes.

“Ugh... t-tired” she mumbled and collapsed on top of him with her snout still in his mane. For a moment, Red was a little disappointed in the situation, but soon he decided to think about it. He had found out that Spectrum's abilities to hurt and kill definitively came from a past that nopony should have to live through. All the latest events must have put lots of pressure on her memories and thoughts, most likely tuckering her out for each passing day. And now when she finally had the chance to let out some steam, it all broke loose way too fast. She would sleep well tonight, that was for sure.

Thus, Red smiled and forgot about the psychological facts for a moment. He was after all lying on a desk covered in torture tools after a hot session of what he hoped would be something more than just 'an accident'...

It had been two days since the mission, and things had changed for Red Gear and Spectrum Slash since then. The supervising male had taken his comrade back to his house while she was asleep, making sure she was okay once he got back home and tucked her down in his bed. She was fast asleep for over twenty-four hours, finally waking up only to find Red sitting by his kitchen table, reporting that the mission was a complete success. Sure, there was the awkward moment when they finally looked at each other again without saying a word. Everything seemed obvious but still not clear at all. In the end, after several attempts to start any kind of conversation, they both decided to simply say it straight out, admitting they regretted nothing.

Piece by piece, they dared come close to each other over the table and finally do the thing both had longed for so much: having somepony to hold hooves with and nuzzle intimately. Their snouts were ever so close to each other, slowly moving towards the soft lips they both sought for. It was another thing when the brain suddenly was aware of what happened, but it didn't stop her from moving towards her goal. They connected tenderly and dared grasping each other around the head. Once they both felt the ambiance of security surround them, the full flavors from both ponies could drench their tongues and excite them in a much more tender way.

But like any couple that is on its way to become passionate, they gradually used more strength in their grips and moved in aggressive ways when going further. Suddenly, Spectrum jumped up in Red's grasp and clenched her legs around his body, forcing him to stand up on his hindlegs. Not that he felt suffocated or in discomfort, minding that he was fully allowed to support her weight by holding her buttocks in a firm grip. They moved clumsily towards the sofa, ending up with the forward mare laying on her back among the soft cushions and the stallion about to spread her hindlegs in a lustful display of mouth to cunt...

That was until the phone rang.

Red and Spectrum moved away and sighed in unison, because they knew it could be important. Thus, the red stallion silence his thirst for her love juice and got up from the sofa. Spectrum didn't know what to be more furious over, the fact that she just got blown on a muff dive or that she nearly came just by the mere thought about getting one. She turned her eyes to Red's back, observing his reaction while he answered the call. She didn't listen to what he said. She was stuck in the thought about what just nearly happened. It felt just like back at the safe house, only difference was that this didn't come close to the extreme heat she had back then. Something had awakened in her after that display of violence and death, something that brought out her innermost needs and desires. What did this and the earlier moment had in common? She still loved both of them equally...

“... right, we'll be there in ten” Red finished and put down the phone. He turned to Spectrum and explained that Trotsky's funder was supposed to meet him today for an exchange at a local warehouse. They were to set up an ambush and abduct the ponies for more information about the roots of the dissident organization.

Right when Spectrum was about to get up and declare herself ready to go, Red nearly glared at her from the distance. He explained that this was a most important missions only given to the elite forces of the Red Saddles, failing this could very well be the end of whoever was appointed the task. Spectrum didn't understand why he went so serious all of a sudden, but Red had all the best reasons to be worried...