Manehattan

I awoke the next morning, alarm blaring in my ear, still feeling the tears I produced last night. The feeling of them still fresh doesn't surprise me at all since I dreamed about my mother dying in front of me and seeing a glimpse of the stallion's face as he looked at me before turning and running away. In that dream I was chasing the hooded stallion through intersections, alleyways, and on top of buildings.

He got away.

I laid down and started to cry, letting him get away with the blood of my mother on his hooves; I could hear the evil laugh of his as I heard my mom cry for help in the distance, as if history repeated itself, making me suffer from her screams and his devilish hysterical laugh, but somehow... Something in that dream showed me that there is hope that I will find the stallion. Justice will be served. I had another dream that showed me that I might save a mare... A special one...

Octavia.

After a performance she went missing, she just unexpectedly disappeared. I went to investigate, to search for her, to save her. I found a note on the ground nopony noticed and picked it up, it was an address, it led to the old abandoned theatre, "The P. Celestia Classic", which didn't make any sense to me why she would be taken there, especially when the place could come down any minute. The place is a deathtrap.

I made it to the theatre and climbed up to the catwalk, walking towards the stage. I slowly crept to the stage and immediately stopped at the sight of Octavia; she was tied to a chair and struggling to break free, but stopped and sighed at the face of failure. Two unknown stallion's dressed up in black cloth were coming from the back of the stage and they both were carrying something. One had a whip and the other had a battery and some jumper cables.

The first one set down his battery and approached Octavia's face. She was looking down at the floor.

"Now," the thug started, "give us what we want and we'll set you free Octi."

Octavia was silent, she continued to look at the floor, refusing to answer him. The thug gave his buddy a signal and he brought down the whip with a power "WA-PSH".

Octi cringed at the sound. The thug spoke again, "Give us what we want now."

"N...No." Octavia struggled.

The thug hit her in the face hard, leaving a huge bruise on her cheek. She began crying softly. "P...Please... Le-leave me alo..."

The stallion with the whip hit Octavia across the back, making a huge cut and a bit of blood come out. The other thug gritted his teeth and spoke vehemently.

"Don't you dare speak unless I tell you to do so!"

I shook my head and cringed, feeling the pain she was enduring. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to spring in there and save the one mare I cry over and love dearly. I got right above the trio and positioned myself to intercept the two thugs, they were beginning to approach her with the whip and the jumper cables very slowly. The two thugs had a nefarious look upon their faces as they readied themselves to lacerate the mare. I looked around for a way to stop them and saw hanging sandbags above one of the thugs, preferably the one with the jumper cables and smirked, imagining the pain he will endure as the bags crush him with immense force, breaking every bone in his body and making him gasp for air as his lungs get crushed...

Fucking evil aren't I? A hero with an evil side? Interesting... But it doesn't matter now, I have to save Octavia.

I counted to three and cut the rope with one swipe of my magic, making the sandbags fall down with tremendous speed. I looked and saw the face of terror on the thug's face as the bags were coming down upon him. He quickly made an attempt to dodge the bags, but failed deplorably as his back hooves were caught under the weight of the bags, making him scream in intense pain, which made me feel contented. The other thug looked over at his partner and was shocked he didn't see what had happened. "Shit!" he screamed as he went over to help his crushed friend, trying to move the bags, but failed to do so.

The time was now.

I jumped from the catwalk and braced myself for impact upon the thugs. I bucked the one helping his friend and sent him flying into a box of crates backstage. The crushed stallion behind me was trying to reach for the cables in the corner of my eye; I acted quickly and bucked him in the face, leaving him unconscious

The other thug got up from the crates, grabbed his whip, and ran after me. I positioned myself and readied for impact. With one great swing of his head he brought down the whip and it missed greatly, due to the fact that as he brought it down I was in the air with my hoof coming down and hit him in the face with great power. The hit sent him through the weak foundation of the stage floor, leaving a huge hole in the floor as pieces of the stage began to fall. The whole stage was coming down, with enormous crashes and rambunctious booms.

Octavia screamed... Which didn't sound very pleasant because along with it was a crackling sound... The floor's cracks were now surrounding Octavia, about to give and make her fall below the stage and be crushed. She looked at me in one split second and spoke to me with her look of consternation.

"Save me..."

With one split second I ran towards her, tackled her, put her on my back, and dodged all the cracks on the floor to make it off the stage. It was like a movie with slow motion action, I jumped from the stage and into the aisle of chairs and as soon as that happened, the whole floor behind me gave and came down with a humongous crash. I set Octi down and untied her, she shook her hooves to relieve some of the pain from the rope.

The room was quiet. The thugs were crushed under the stage. Octavia was safe. This all together pleased me tremendously.

Octavia looked at the stage and then back to me, she gave me a hug and began to cry. "Oh mister! Thank you so much for rescuing me!"

"It's what I do Ms. Octavia." I responded hugging her back.

She backed away a little bit, leaving little space between her nuzzle and mine. She looked into my eyes with those... Sweet, innocent, sparkling purple eyes and closed in slowly. "No..." She said sweetly, "I mean it... Thank you..."

Everything in my body shut down and was now filled immensely with butterflies, making it hard to speak, move, or pretty much ANYTHING! I stared into her gaze and was now lost in her eyes... I opened my mouth to say something, but she pressed her lips against mine before something could come out, forcing only a long deep moan out of me. Her and I closed our eyes and began swirling our tongues as she brought out a moan that was strong and warm... Her moans, her kiss, the warm feeling of her tongue made my cock emerge from it's slumber and stuck through my suit... It was perfect, I just hope she doesn't notice...

She broke the kiss slowly and opened her eyes, I opened mine at the same time. She pushed me down onto the floor and saw my erection...

Oh no...

She looked at me seductively and moaned as she lowered herself at my crotch, touching my full erection, making me fling my head back and let out a soft moan. She revealed my cock and began to...

That's when I awoke...

The alarm was still blaring at it's loudest and I turned it off.

8:20 AM... I need to get ready for work.

I slowly began to swing my legs out of the covers, but noticed something wrong with my sheets... They were wet at my crotch... It was my cum...

This day was going to be a weird day.