Orichalcum visits Twilight Sparkle

by Alanjunior

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Dark, Tragedy
Length: 2453

A friendly and helpful stallion asks Twilight if she needs any help. Naturally, she's busy with many things, so she accepts. What he finds is far from what he expected, however, and he must find some way to escape her grasp.

This is an NSFW gorefic similar to Cupcakes, but much lighter in comparison. It was inspired by many of my friends getting together and writing similar stories, which was inspired by Cupcakes. I don't often write fics like this, but if it gets some good feedback, I might continue it. This IS my OC, so if that doesn't interest you, I apologize.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-22 03:52:15 UTC

Orichalcum visits Twilight Sparkle’s Lab

Orichalcum had been trotting out on a stroll, leaving his mostly uneventful cabin for a breath of fresh air. While he was walking, he found Twilight Sparkle, inspecting some very cute and cuddly critters.

“Oh, hello, Twilight!” he said, delighted to see somepony way out here. “How are you today?”

“I’m fine. I’m doing some very important research, you know. I have to figure out the anatomy of different animals. It takes some time, but I can mostly do it with magic.”

“Oh?” said Ori, an interested look upon his face, “is there anything I could do to help you out, at all?”

“Well,” the unicorn said, “actually, I do have to inspect pony anatomy once I am done with all of the other animals in the forest. I am looking for volunteers, as a matter of fact. Perhaps you could help me then.”

“Why, absolutely!” he said, with great enthusiasm, “I’d love to help you. Just promise not to touch my horn, kay?” he laughed. Twilight nodded, understanding the joke behind it, and adding, “Of course not! Trust me, I know how sensitive the horns are.” She pointed at her own, giggled, and winked. “Well, I’ll see you later Orichalcum, I have to get back to my studies!”

“Oh, of course! Don’t let me interrupt you! Feel free to ask for anything you need!” And with that, he trotted along to Ponyville to pick up some much needed items. His garden had been slow, so he had to get some new seeds and a few supplies for his cabin. And of course, to buy some sweets from Sugarcube Corner. He walked in, and was greeted by Pinkie.

“HIYA ORICHALCUM! HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY? DID YOU HAVE ANY FUN TODAY? I HAD FUN TODAY! LET ME GUESS, THE USUAL TRIPLE VANILLA SUGAR FROSTED CINNAMON COATED THREE LAYERED CAKE WITH SPRINKLES AND CHERRIES ON TOP???”

Orichalcum hugged her, and responded in kind. “OH MY CELESTIA YOU BET I HAD FUN TODAY I SAW TWILIGHT AND SHE WAS DOING RESEARCH AND THEN I WENT TO CHECK ON MY GARDEN TO SEE WHAT CONDITION IT WAS IN AND IT NEEDS SOME STUFF FOR IT WITH THE STUFF AND THE THINGS SO I WENT TO GET THEM AND THEN I CAME HERE TO GET MY CAKE BECAUSE I AM REALLY, VERY, SUPER HUNGRY SO WHERE IS IT, PLEASE?”

Pinkie disappeared into the kitchen, and came back out with a giant box, which Ori licked his lips upon seeing, knowing what was contained inside. He brought out the bits for it from his saddlebag, and paid Pinkie. They said their goodbyes for the day, and he took his leave.

When he arrived back to his shack, he noticed something was a little different. The normal critters weren’t frolicking as they usually did. He shrugged it off, and went inside.

Two weeks later, upon arriving back to his shack, he found a note from Twilight. “Oh boy! I wonder what she wants.” He opened the envelope, and found a letter inside.

Dear Orichalcum Stellarsmith,

Please come meet me in my library tonight. I have something I think you may help me with. I think you’ll be particularly interested in it.

Ori put the note back in the envelope, and placed it upon his counter. He gathered up his heavy saddlebag, and set off.

Upon arriving, he knocked at Twilight’s door. He heard Spike saying something, and it seemed almost hysterically worried. But he heard Twilight say something reassuringly, and soon she was at the door, welcoming him in. He entered, and as always, her home was beautifully organized. He had come to borrow many books, and always enjoyed seeing the arrangement she owned. She invited him to take a seat at the table, offering him tea. He accepted.

“So, what can I do you for?” he asked. Twilight sat down across from him.

“I was needing help with some… experimentation. I need to inspect the… male pony anatomy, if you will. I’ve done my research on plenty of females, so I need some males. You’re the first stallion to visit me!”

“Ah, well, whatever I can do, I’d love to!” he said, using his magic to mix honey and milk into his tea. “What kind of experimentation are we talking about?” he asked, taking a sip.

She stood up, and turned away from him. As she walked towards the bookshelves, she flicked her tail. Ori spit out the mouthful of tea he had; he could see her marehood fully. He just noticed how her hips were moving as she walked. She looked back, and smiled almost seductively at him. “Something wrong, Chal?”

Ori shook his head, trying to get that image out. “No, no, no, go… go on.”

She walked to the bookshelves, with that lustful trot still in full sway. Ori looked at the tea in his glass.

“I have a book that will explain it pretty well.” She pulled one down, and set it down in front of him. He looked at the title. Pony Anatomy: How the Body Works. Sounded innocent enough. Until he opened it. Upon viewing his contents, he began to tremble. “This… this is a… Sexual aid book, Twilight…?”

She looked at him with that same gaze she had worn before. He got the hint. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, Twilight. This… I don’t… I can’t… NO!” She moved towards him.

“What is it, you don’t like mares?”

“Er… Well, no I do, it’s just that I… I don’t want to… ya know…”

Her horn flashed, and he heard the door lock behind him. She moved closer, faster now. He pushed up against the wall. He took a defensive stance, and lit his horn to show his resent. “Twilight, I’m telling you! I like you, and you’re pretty, and wonderful, but I do NOT want to do this!”

She sighed, and her face resumed a normal look. She walked behind him, putting away the book. “Okay, if that’s how you want to be, fine. I’ll just have to do this the hard way.”

And then he saw black. Nothing but black.

Then he was out.

When he awoke, he was strapped down, in a darkly lit room. He saw blood upon the walls, saws and blades of any sort. Where in the name of Celestia was he?

“Oh, good morning.” Said the unicorn from behind him. She turned around the thing he was strapped to, and he saw something which made his heart skip a beat. Mares, strapped down upon the same beds he was in, all alive, but mutilated, bleeding, obviously in pain. He could hear shallow breathing from them; pained, hard breathing. He could smell urine, and the metallic scent of blood. He saw tables with knives, scalpels, and any other cutting tool necessary in a surgery room. Then he noticed the other stallion next to him, still conscious, still safe, but obviously much more frantic and hysterical than Ori was at the sight. Twilight walked in front of them.

“Well, how was your nap, boys?” She said, taking up a knife. “I hope you slept well. You most likely won’t get any sleep for some time after this.”

“Twilight, what in the Tartarus Depths are you doing?! What are you planning on?!”

“I told you, didn’t I?” she prepared the knife, placing some form of anti-biotic gel onto it. “I need to inspect your anatomy.”

Orichalcum took in a deep breath. He realized now. She had been trying to seduce him in order to lead him here. And it had worked, in a sense. His mind had indeed been in the gutter, so of course he hadn’t expected this!

“Twilight, you need to stop. Turn back now.” Ori said, anger and disdain in his voice.

“Oh? And tell me, Chally. What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Ori didn’t have a plan per se, but he told himself he wasn’t bluffing. She laughed at him, and made an incision into his flesh. He took a very sharp breath, forcing himself not to yell. The other stallion let out a yelp at seeing what had happened to him. When she had finished, she moved over to the other stallion. Ori could feel the blood seeping down his chest, but he didn’t care. He had to something to save the other crying stallion. He was screaming, fear obviously ringing through his voice. It made Ori feel terrible, and his eyes watered at the fear that stallion felt.

“Twilight!” he said, with hatred in his voice, it now lower than ever speaks to anyone with. She was obviously intimidated by it, to at least some degree. Ori knew she would, regardless, feel confidence in the fact that he was bolted down. He didn’t care about that, though. “Do what you will to me. Leave him be. He deserved nothing.”

She laughed. “You act as if you DO deserve it. Tell me,” she said, placing the knife to his chin, “is there something you feel guilty about?”

“No,” he said, “nothing that should worry you. But you leave him be, or I promise you, you will regret it.”

With that, she took the knife from his jaw, and plunged it into the other stallion. He screamed in agony, and Ori growled in anger. He pulled on the straps, as hard as he could. He could swear he felt them loosening, but reminded himself that it may have been in his head, due to his desperation. She pulled the knife out, and stabbed it into Ori. He did not scream. His throat wanted to, but he did not allow it. Instead, he laughed, which threw Twilight off a little. She kept the knife in, and took out another one. She turned her attention to the other stallion. Ori knew what would happen, and already hated her for it. He pulled at the straps again, even harder now. He knew now that the straps were loosening, at least a little bit each time. He kept tugging at them. Then he thought of it. He was so upset with himself. Why had he not thought of it before?! He attempted to muster all his magic to teleport behind her. It turned into lightning, and he screamed as it shocked him, to the point of forcing him to empty his bladder onto the floor. Twilight laughed at him. “Trying to use magic, Chally? And obviously some strong magic, too.” He looked at her, his eyes half closed in pain and anger. He literally saw red now.

“I will have your head.” He whispered. She laughed at him again.

“It wasn’t MY stupid idea to do something like that, Chally.”

And she stabbed the other stallion again, this time making much bigger wounds than before. The other stallion had already screamed as much as he could now, and just whimpered. This made Ori even more frantic. Twilight finished making her artwork, then went to the wall to fetch a saw. “And this is where your penises come into play. If you don’t mind, I’ll just be taking them!” She said, excitement in her voice. The stallion cried, but Ori didn’t care at this point.

“Hah!” he said, “like I need it! As long as you don’t take my horn, I don’t mind.”

She walked up to him, and laid a hoof upon his horn. “Oh? And what if I were to take it?”

Ori smiled evilly at her. “You already said that you wouldn’t touch it, didn’t you? Break that promise, and you become a liar.” He forced his horn to explode with energy, ignoring the shock that hit him, and laughing as Twilight flew backwards, the electricity running through her body as well. He laughed maniacally at her pain. When she stood, she was obviously furious at his retaliation. She took back up her saw, and swung it at his chest. Fortunately, Ori knew how saws worked. The teeth stung, and left little bleeding scratch marks, but didn’t do much damage. She ignored him, assuming she had made her point, and moved on to the other stallion. She took a scalpel as well as the saw, and ran the knife into his chest. She slowly, and painfully for him, moved it down towards his genitals. He was screaming again, which made Ori rage and pull even harder on the binds holding him back. He thought he could get them; he thought he could free himself. He knew what must be done.

Twilight took the saw, and placed it gently onto the stallion’s privates. Ori growled louder than he ever had before. He used his magic to energize his entire body, providing him with incredible strength, to which he used to pull the straps clean off. He was free. Twilight, fearful, brandished the saw and tried to keep him away. He was at bay, and she couldn’t stop him. She threw the knife at him, which he simply moved out of the way of. He charged towards her, his head down. She swung the saw at him, which he dodged, and he transferred the energy directly into his horn, making it a glowing blade in effect. He ran Twilight straight through her chest, knowing he did not hit any vital organs. He had learned this while training for the Royal Guard. He meant only to incapacitate her, not kill her. She lay on the ground bleeding, and crying. She clearly had not expected any kind of repercussion for her actions. Ori freed the stallion, and together they freed the mares. They all ran off in tow; Ori staying in the back should Twilight come after them. When they all arrived at the hospital, Ori was of course asked many times to stay and heal, but he couldn’t. He refused to. Not while this was still a problem. The stallion thanked him many times, and asked personally for Ori to stay. Ori said no, that he would be protected by the Guards, so Twilight would not go after him.

Ori set off. He needed to gather help. He needed at least a small army. The Royal Guards? No. He couldn’t take it to them; not until he knew he could trust them collectively, regardless how much he trusted some of the officers. He knew why he couldn’t trust them. Someone had put Twilight up to this. This was not her normal self. She would never do something like this. Someone had to be controlling her.

Before he decided to gather aid, he rushed off to Canterlot. He had to confront Princess Celestia, no matter the cost to himself.