A Crow in Shining Armor

Her fur was smooth as silk to his touch. Soft and inviting, beckoning him to press on further. Slowly, he let his hoof travel up her back to her neck, pressing himself closer to her as he did. A Small shiver coursed through her as he buried his nuzzle in her thin violet fur, taking in a breath of her scent. Lavender. He loved that smell, and she always wore it for his sake, and his alone. He couldn’t help but smile as he could hear her breathing become heavy.

She belonged to him, and nopony else. Her tiny body, all his.

Carefully he moved his nuzzle over her back, planting kisses down her spine, finally pressing slightly against the base of her wings. Another shudder.

“Do you love me?” He asked, whispering into her ear, his voice slightly strained as he fought every urge to force himself unto her.

“You know I do...” She responded, faintly panting. “More than anything.”

He kissed the back of her neck carefully, still smiling. “Then say it.”

Slowly, his mare turned around in, her big eyes looking back at him. They looked somewhat glazed over, and just a tiny bit closed, like she was about to fall asleep. He knew that there wouldn’t be much sleep tonight though.

“I love you, Flash.” Twilight whispered to him, smiling a bit as she did.

Flash didn’t respond, since her lips suddenly enveloped his own and prevented him from saying anything. After just a few seconds, Twilight pulled back, but he followed her with a smile, doing his best to keep their lips locked for just a little longer. She giggled and answered by pushing back, almost pushing him off of the edge of the bed.

The stallion grinned and pulled away from the edge, forcing her back and into the mattress. He rolled over her, feeling the soft skin of her belly rub against his own. The sensation moved further down, and he instantly recognised the feeling of his beloved grinding up against him. He tore his lips away from her for just a second, giving her a questionable look, as if to ask if it was okay.

Twilight nodded in answer to his unspoken question.

Slowly, Flash positioned himself better over her, his legs moving a bit on their own as his anticipation grew. They knew what was about to happen, and they seemed anxious to get to work.

“You ready?” He asked her quietly. Another nod in response.

Flash moved his hips upwards, looking down on her as he waited for just a few seconds. He wanted her to want it even more.

“Love you Twi…” He said, slowly moving down towards her. “Now and forever.”

He pushed himself down quickly, longing for the sensation he loved so much, wanted to feel his lover around him. But nothing happened. For some reason, he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to laugh it off, thinking he must’ve missed. He tried once again, and finally felt something envelope him.

But it felt… wrong. Not like what he knew she felt like, but just… wrong. Flash didn’t know what to think of it, but Twilight’s reassuring smile made him throw his worries out the window. Maybe it was just the wine he had earlier that made it all seem strange to him. Yet, the captain couldn’t keep himself away from looking down, just to be sure.

What he saw made his blood freeze, and a scream instantly pushed itself out of his lungs.

A red liquid had coated the bed sheets beneath them, and it now also covered his member and lower part of his stomach, painting his body in specks of crimson. He now understood why it had felt strange; a long black tear ran down Twilight’s stomach, opening up into a bloody mess of organs inside of it.

And Flash had pushed himself into her stomach, quite literally. He could see part of her intestines entwining him as if they wanted to pull him in.

“What’s wrong, dear?” He heard Twilight whisper. “I thought you loved being inside me.”

Flash was too terrified to feel her giving him another kiss. All he could see was red; a sea of blood and guts, threatening to swallow him up. He threw himself off of her, falling backwards off the edge of their bed. His back hit the floor hard, and he wheezed as every bit of air he still had left shot out of his lungs.

The sounds of something wet filled the room, and thick, dark blood began oozing down the bed in front of him. He could see Twilight crawling over it on her stomach, her insides spilling out as she moved. He shivered out of fear and disgust, unable to breathe as she crawled over the edge, her body falling limply to the floor like a ragdoll.

She splashed into the pool of her own blood, her intestines spreading out on the floor around her.

Flash breathed hard, doing his best to struggle out of the paralysis he’d found himself within. He wanted to run, run out of their house and into the street, run until he’s legs gave up. To scream until his lungs collapsed. Yet he couldn’t move, and couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bloody heap in front of him, his beautiful Twilight, presumably dead. She wasn’t moving anymore.

Something cold suddenly entered his mouth, and it was as this point that he realized it was tears. If it was fear, disgust, sorrow or anger that had created them, he had no idea. All he could do was to slowly blink them away.

Then Twilight’s mouth opened, and a distorted sound rang out across the room as she drew her dying breath, rustling like the deepest abyss. Flash finally broke through and screamed again. He screamed and screamed, his throat burning like coals as Twilight’s legs twisted and broke themselves to bend, allowing her to rise up in an angle no living creature could ever take.

His screams became nothing more than a loud pitch squeak, like the sound of a scared little filly. In the blink of an eye, Twilight was over him. He fell flat on his back staring straight up into her face as her head twitched slightly, almost as if something inside of her was broken beyond repair. Her mouth hung open to the side, and the rustling breath still forced its way out between her lips.

“Don’t you love me?” Twilight asked, talking through her breath like some broken recorder, plain and stiff. Dead.

Flash was unable to move a muscle. His body was completely frozen, and he couldn’t do anything when he felt one of her hooves touch his stomach rather clumsily before he felt it hit against his member.

“Doesn’t it feel good, honey?” The twisted voice asked as she began moving her hoof slightly. “Doesn’t it feel good to know that you are the cause of this?”

Flash just wanted to die. He hoped this was all just a horrible nightmare, and that he would wake up before she did anything else to him, or that he would just fall dead due to sheer terror.

“You know this is what they would do to me if you played your part.”

Suddenly, Flash felt something warm around him. It felt familiar, and he was sure he’d felt it somewhere before, that warm sensation encasing his entire body. Images of shadows and rain filled his mind, and for just a moment he was sure he could feel a cold breeze against his face. He realized it was magic, Twilight’s magic, slowly engulfing him. It was impossible to struggle, but he refused to accept defeat.

“I love you, Flash Sentry…” Twilight’s voice said.

The magic grabbed his limbs, pulling his legs out to the sides. He heard his own bones shatter and break as his legs twisted around, but there wasn’t any pain. He felt nothing as the broken bones tore their way out of his skin, parting his orange fur and caused blood to spurt out of him. He felt his wings move, spread out on the floor, and for some reason it felt more real than what had been done to his legs.

He could feel every little pull, could feel every feather spread apart as the magic pulled on him. He could feel the stress and pain as they bent in a way they weren’t supposed to.

“Rise and shine, captain…”

Flash screamed yet again as his wings broke apart.