My Little SCP Foundation: Horror is Magic

        The small circle of light and fire above me, mixed with the distant sounds of chaos made my heart burn. There was nothing I wanted more than to have wings so I could fly out of this solitude, moist hole. Well, actually, there were a lot of things I wanted more.

        Everything was miserable about the place; it was cold, wet, uncomfortable, hard, and worst of all, I couldn't move an inch. Most likely because of a spell from SCP-902 or a broken back. I could only hope it wasn't the latter.

        The fact that my only companion was a murderous, talkative, open box made me surprised I hadn't gone insane yet. At first, I was expecting the dreaded SCP to be a horrible, evil villain who's motives were unknown and must be destroyed at all costs. Turns out, however, that it was annoying, talkative, and prying. I couldn't wait to destroy it; I already knew how, in fact. It revealed that to me in one of its never-ending rants about how we could be "partners."

"Just think of it: Milo Reignheart: Hero of Equestria, Destroyer of Tyranny. Kinda has a ring to it, huh? I can see it.. Yes, you, the new King, sitting on a magnificent throne with Connor as your heir, and Fluttershy as the Queen. There would be a shrine for Sarah's courage and determination outside the castle, always to have fresh flowers beside."

        I rolled my eyes at the vain suggestion. "Equestria is fine," I thought, SCP-902's telepathy picking it up perfectly. "They don't need a 'hero,' and quit acting like you know what I want."

"Not a fan of castles, huh?" replied the box. "Okay, how about your own personal island after you defeat the Tyrant Princesses? You could take Connor and Fluttershy, and you'll be recognized and respected throughout Equestria and Earth!"

"The Princesses are not tyrants, although as much as I'd like to say Luna is."

"Not a fan of Luna? No worries, after you join sides with me and I get us out of this hole, the Princess of the Night will die horrifically. I'm sure Celestia will understand--"

"Stop it. Honestly, I can see why you're the villain now."

"Villain? No no no, you've got the wrong idea entirely. SCP-173 and I are the good guys, here to rid Equestrians of their horrible rulers. We would, however, have another combatant if a certain someone didn't kill him."

"Yeah, that was fun."

"How did our dearly departed die, anyways?"

"A knife to the head."

The ghostly voice in my head gasped. "Just a knife?! On Earth it took more than a tank!"

        I was about to think my response, explaining the differences of positive atmospheric behavior, when reality hit: I was talking to a box. A box which had to be destroyed. I shouldn't even be in a talkative mood; so much was at stake, and so much had to be done.

"You always were quiet. That's alright, I guess."

        "Milo!"

        My attention shifted from my paranormal "friend" to the voice above. It was faint, feminine, and familiar..

"...Twilight?" I thought.

"Twilight? SCP-902 spoke telepathically to me. "Can't say I ever heard that name before. Here, lemme search your memories.."

        Immense pain shot through my head, and I gasped out in pain, the first sound I made since the fall. That was enough to stir the violet pony's attention, evident by her faltered hoof steps.

        "Milo! Can you hear me?" I could hear her getting closer to the hole on the ground in which I was located.

"Ah, the violet unicorn," the SCP exclaimed. "I'm confused as to why she would be the one to come for you. I was expecting the more adventurous one, Rainbow Dash. Oh well, guess you never know what you're going to get in Equestria, huh?"

        The black silhouette of a horned head appeared below the chaos above. When its violet owner spotted me, its horn glowed, illuminating Twilight's face. "Milo!" she yelped. "Can you hear me?!"

"Whelp, sighed the SCP beside me. "it was fun to get to know you a little better. Until next time."

        After that statement, I was instantly given control of my body. I waved up to Twilight frantically, hoping she didn't think I was dead. "I'm down here; I'm alright!" I yelled up to her.

        Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, recollecting herself. "How did you get down there?" she yelled back.

        A dull anger settled in as I thought of my arrival. "Long story. I'll tell you after I get out."

        "Hang on," she announced as her horn glowed brighter. "You'll be up here before you know it!"

        I tensed up for the magical feel, desperate to get out of here, when an idea came to mind. "Wait," I said as I hurried over to SCP-902. I heard Twilight groan out of impatience. As I neared the box, the goosebumps on my arms formed. The closer I got towards it, the more evident it was that the box was empty. Its former inhabit was loose, no doubt the cause of the destruction up above. I picked the box up, vaguely aware it stopped conversing with me. I then walked back to the hole above's view. "Okay, take me up."

        The tingling feeling of levitation filled me as I was lifted off the ground, steadily being pulled towards the chaos above. The closer I was to the bright opening, the louder the sound of a blazing fire was. After Twilight pulled me out of the hole, I sighed out of relief, the lead box being cradled by my arm. Twilight quickly inspected me for injuries before teleporting us away.

        We were brought into a dark room, which I recognized as my apartment back in Canterlot. The somber feel was thick in the air, the shades covering the room from the sun's rays. I was immediately aware of my back being soaking wet, and was profusely uncomfortable. The bathroom light was on, the door shut, a guttural sobbing coming from within.

        Fluttershy.

        Twilight Sparkle sighed, looking down. "Princess Luna told us what happened," she started. "Her version, at least. Everypony thinks your dead, Milo.." I could barely hear her as I slowly made my way to the bathroom door, the floor creaking underneath me. As I passed my bed, the sheets still ruffled, I set SCP-902 down on it. "I knew something was wrong," Twilight said. "I could see it in her eyes. So, I teleported to the last place she was, and.." A sniffle came from the violet pony behind me. "It was horrid.. Milo, I'm going to need some answers. Same with Fluttershy."

        "I'll tell you everything," I said quietly. I was only a couple feet from the bathroom door, the crying making my heart twist in anguish and guilt. "...After this. I promise. Please, though, I need you to leave."

        She sighed. "I understand. But in the morning, I'm expecting some serious answers." She hurriedly exited the room, leaving me with the pony on the other side of the door.

        I raised my fist, then knocked on the door.

        The pitiful crying subsided, turning into the occasional sniffle. "...Who are you? How did you get in my room?" she demanded.

        I sighed, hesitating for a moment before answering. "...It's Milo."

        The sniffling stopped abruptly, and moments later the door was open. Before me stood Fluttershy, her mane disheveled, and her eyes red-rimmed with tears. For what seemed like an eternity, she stared up at me, her damp cheeks trembling.

        I knelt down to her level and put my hand on her shoulder. She didn't pull away. I took the hint, scooting closer to the mare I loved. "It's me," I said, smiling through my gruffy beard. "It's your Little Hero."

        She gave a cry of happiness, before crashing into me, her lips locked onto mine. The force of the blow knocked us to the wall, although nothing hurt anymore. I raised my hand and stroked her soft pink mane I loved so much as we kissed. I worked my way through the tangles, knots, and everything else not perfect. I felt her hooves slide to my cheeks, shifting her small body on my lap.

        Unsure arousal rose in my lower body. I shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to commence in the next part, but the dominate mare would have none of it. She continued to kiss me, greedily but passionately. I could tell she wanted this for a long time.

        Then, slowly, she pulled away, savoring the feel. Once or twice she pecked me on my lips, as if not wanting to depart. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. She opened her eyes for the first time, and I found myself lost in her ocean blue irises.

        "I love you," she said simply, eyes moist. "Please.. Never leave me again."

        I smiled sadly. No matter how much I wanted to obey, I couldn't. Not for myself, but to take responsibility for my mistakes, and Connor. I cupped her wet cheeks with my hands gently. "I wish I could.." I said with a kiss on her lips. "I wish more than anything else I could. But we both know I have to do this." She started to look away, her lip quivering. I wouldn't have any of it, as I redirected her sad gaze to mine. "I have to. For Equestria, for you, and for Connor."

        I could see fresh tears surfacing in her eyes. "I can't lose you again," she whispered.

        Another kiss. "If I don't do this, we all die. I've seen the destruction those SCP's have caused. I won't let that happen to this world; it's unfair."

        "So much more than that is unfair," Fluttershy said sadly.

        "I know. I know. But it'll all be worth it." I shifted my hands down from her cheeks to her shoulders, caressing them lightly. She moaned softly as I continued, "when this is all over, you, Connor, and I will all be together. I promise."

        Fluttershy looked down, seeming like she was reflecting on what that would be like. After a few seconds of silence, she looked up with such a depth of passion my eyebrows raised.

        "I think Connor would be lonely, being the only child. Let's make sure he has some siblings."

        Her lips collided with mine with a velocity I never thought possible from the yellow pegasus. Using her wings, she tried her best to drag us up. With my help, I was soon standing at my full height with her hovering at eye level. Lips interlocked and eyes closed, she blindly started to guide me towards the bed.

        After reaching our destination, we both laid on the sheets as one. Her hooves traveled down my body, exploring and feeling all the exhausted and bruised muscles.

        "You definitely lift," she smiled cutely between kisses.

        Both pleasure and uneasiness filled my entire being. This was nothing like Fluttershy; she was acting like a completely different pony.

        But I liked it.

        Still keeping my lips interlocked with hers, I removed the soggy shirt which covered my torso. She wrapped her bottom hooves around my waist, her tongue wrestling with mine.

        I never noticed the thumping sound of SCP-902 hitting the floor beside the bed, leaving Fluttershy and I completely isolated.