When Shadows Bleed

In The Night...

Celestia stirred in her bed, feeling very uncomfortable. Finally, her eyes snapped open. Her horn lit up with instinct, and the room filled with light. She saw nopony, but yet, still felt like she was being watched. Looking around, she chuckled to herself when she saw an owl, Owlowicious, to be exact, in the window. She got up, and walked to the bird.

"Oh you silly little thing. You scared me.", she huffed as she reached the window. She sat down, and stretched out a hoof, letting the owl climb onto it. "Did Twilight send you?"

"My question is why you are touching my pet.", a voice called out, making Celestia jump. She watched in horror as the skin peeled off Owl, revealing a bloody raven, who was still working on bits of owl meat. It squawked in her face, and then flew to its master. Celestia whirled around just in time to see a shadow charging her. The she was thrown back onto her bed. "You didn't answer my question." The voice was neither male nor female, monotone, but a the same time both. It was ominous, and creepy.

"I-I..."

"Whatever, shut up you." Celestia obeyed. She tried to sit up. "Don't you dare sit up. You stay lying down, or you are in for a world of hurt."

"W-Why...?"

"I said so, that's why. Now, you listen to me." Celestia nodded. The shadow was then on her bed, walking up to her body. "I do not believe in a dictatorship. It is stupid. You lock your own sister in a tower, well, at least most of the time, and your apprentice has literally no power over you. This is even despite the fact that you have made her a "princess". In my opinion, dictators need to be shown some disrespect."

"I have done nothing wrong!"

"Don't lie to me Celestia. I very clearly remember the Rhinestone incident. You made the whole of Equestria itself believe that the entire thing was a family feud, when it was you who in fact executed half the family, burned down their homes, ceased their possessions, and left the rest to the Changelings. And for what? A little thing that we all call conspiracy. This conspiracy, however, was true, because it talked of your corruption. You couldn't allow everypony to know of all the wrong things you have done."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Celestia's eyes blazed fire, but at the same time, she was scared. This pony knew too much. She didn't dare step out of line. This pony was a pony who kept all promises, she could tell that very easily.

"Here's a good one! What about that very interesting Sombra affair?" Celestia's breath caught in her throat. The pony couldn't know about that. Not even Luna did. It had been between only her and Sombra, and well, eventually her bed. She tried to say something, but all the came out was something like a little squeak. "Ah, so you admit to that."

"No! I admit nothing to these lies!", Celestia shouted. Within the space of a second, a magically enforced gag was shoved inside her mouth, and tied around the back of her head. It also covered her nose, and soon, Celestia was running out of breath.

"I told you to shut it a while ago, did I not? We were keeping good conversation, but you just had to go and shout. I can't have that happen again. We wouldn't want the Royal Guard coming here, now would we, for that would trigger me to get mad, and you don't want to be on the bad end of me when I am mad." Celestia nodded vigorously. Celestia began to spasm on the bed, her lungs hurting in a pain she had never felt before. The pony stared down at her, waiting until Celestia was on the brink of suffocation, and then took off the gag. Celestia gasped for breath, her breathing much faster than would be healthy. As her breath came back to her, she began to calm down, but the fear in her eyes only intensified. "Now, did we learn our lesson?" Celestia once again nodded her head vigorously.

"Ye-Yes master..." The word slipped out, but felt appropriate. As if giving the pony the title would please it, and maybe spare her from pain. The title fit anyway, for the pony, even from Celestia's lower perspective, was obviously bigger than her. The pony smiled.

"You catch on quick Celestia.", the pony said, and without warning, threw itself forward, and buried its tongue in Celestia's marehood. Celestia found out why the pony had kept her lying down. Celestia let out a half cry of surprise, half moan of pleasure.

No...it can't feel good...not by this...thing... Yet, on Celestia went to let out another pleasure filled moan when the pony's tongue slid deeper. "Oh...oh..." The pony pulled out, and Celestia groaned in dissatisfaction.

"You would like that wouldn't you, Celestia? You would like to have your body sexually exploited by an obviously evil force."

"No...no, I don't...", Celestia groaned.

"Your wings say different." Celestia noticed her wings stiff and outstretched. She reddened in shame. The pony ran a hoof over the feathers, and Celestia moaned and shook her head. NO! I DON'T LIKE THIS! I CAN'T LIKE THIS! Celestia's head answered her. Yet you do. You do more than just like it, you love it. Celestia mentally shook her head. NO! On the outside, she was moaning in pleasure, and her hips bucked as she reacted to it

"Please, stop...I don't want this...I am a princess...I don't deserve this..."

"Now you realize the seriousness of this problem, hm? If you don't, give it a second." The pony pulled away, and sat far away, leaving Celestia gasping in her lust for more. Wait, lust for more? The dark truth hit Celestia as fast as a bullet. She didn't know why she hadn't realized it before.

"No...I am not due for another few days!"

"Well it seems your heat came early then, didn't it?" The pony moved forward again, and began running his hooves over her. Celestia's body moved and got chills of euphoria.

"No...this can't be happening. This is molestation!", Celestia cried. She felt the urge to scream for the Guards, but knew what would happen if she did would not be at all pleasant. This is pleasant. This is pleasure and euphoria... Celestia yelled at her mind. Don't think like that! Don't give in!

"Molestation? What a modest term. I prefer harsher terms."

"What could that possibly mean?" Then Celestia saw it. The huge member. Her eyes widened. "No..."

"Words like Rape, perhaps." With that, the stallion/thing put a hoof on Celestia's throat, asphyxiating her, and shoved himself inside her. Celestia let out a weak cry, choked because of the hoof. The pony began to thrust, causing Celestia to let out a sigh of relief from the pull of heat. It feels so good...oh... Celestia moved the hoof to the side, just so she could grab it with one of her own, holding onto to conscious thought for as long a she could. The pony smiled, and Celestia found herself smiling when she felt its grip back on her hoof, somehow comforting and linked to reality.

"Oh...it feels so good...don't stop...", Celestia moaned, tossing her head around.

"Well, it ain't rape if you like it, they say...I must think of something then.", the pony said. Its devilish mind instantly snapped on multiple things to defile the poor, lusty princess. It smiled and began to nip at Celestia's neck softly and sensually. Celestia smiled at the pony, wrapped in bliss and feeling something blossom inside her heart.

"Is there anything I can call you?", she asked quietly. Quieting her moans to soft and seductive sighs in order to hear the pony.

"Call me Clain...", Clain said, feeling chills go down its body as its climax approached. Celestia, her head bobbing with the now almost orchestrated and smoothed out movement of their connected bodies, looked half lidded at Clain as the full effects of heat set over her. It enveloped the evil that the functional part of her mind screamed at her to get away from in a case, hiding it from her. She let her moans come back full force.

"Clain...what are you going to do after this?"

"Let's finish first, my dear." They climaxed together. Clain fell off Celestia, and wrapped its hooves around her.

"Will you answer my question now?"

"Yes. Well, at first, I thought this was going to be a one and done deal." Celestia grew saddened by this comment, still blinded and infatuated by the effects of heat. "But, things progressed much faster than I thought, and I realized this might work out for the both of us." Celestia flipped around and looked at Clain.

"Wha...what do you mean?"

"I mean that things could move toward this not being a one time thing." Clain winked at Celestia, who smiled, overjoyed at its comment. She couldn't call Clain a he, it was unnatural. It had no horn to make it talk the way it did, no wings to get it up to Canterlot, and still it was here, it was just alien. It, like Master, fit very well.

"You're sure?" Clain actually found happiness inside, something it had never felt before. Clain felt the wanting to be with Celestia, the wanting to stay with her, and it actually like that feeling. It did nothing to overcome the evil that lay in its body, however. Clain did not plan to stop, not now, probably not ever.

"No, but I can very easily see myself at your side for as long as we live." This statement wasn't a lie, and expressed the many feelings running around its head very well. Celestia, now satisfied, buried herself in Clain's dark black, shadowy fur. Clain kissed her, and they fell to sleep together.

This is working very well on my part! I never expected it to go this well! Damn, it seems like you just have to have the right mindset. With Celestia taken care of, and now maybe my mate, I can continue my killings unnoticed by her. With her at my side, and under my control, I will be unstoppable.

In Ponyville

Reprisal walked through the streets of Ponyville. Finally, he reached his destination: Twilight's home. They are all asleep now. What to do?

"Hey, who are you?", asked Inkblot, coming from behind Reprisal. Reprisal jumped and whirled on Inkblot. In comparison to Ink, Reprisal was taller, but the difference was subtle. Noticeable, but not by any means exponential.

"Inkblot. Nice to finally meet you.", Reprisal said, a sneering smirk playing across his face.

"Again I ask who you are."

"My name is Silver Reprisal. Just call me Reprisal."

"Wouldn't Silver be easier?" Reprisal's smirk twitched at this unexpected comment. He huffed.

"Well...yes..."

"Well then I will call you Silver, and I don't give a shit about what you say. Now, Silver, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I could ask you the same.", Reprisal said, hoping to catch Ink off his guard.

"I live here with Twilight. What's your reason?" Reprisal faltered for a second, and silently gulped. Ink was good. It was almost like he knew what Reprisal was going to ask, before he asked it.

"Uhm...heheh...uhh..."

"What were you planning on doing?" By this point, Ink's horn was glowing, his eyes glaring. Silver backed up a little bit. When he had began following Inkblot, he had never realized how actually terrifying the stallion was. His manner, his eyes, that constant feeling of being helpless and that nothing was sacred, that no thought was safe from him, it unnerved oneself, and could probably ultimately drive them mad. How Twilight and Trixie found a way around this was very curious.

"I...I don't know." Reprisal knew the fib was bad, but it was his last shot.

"Bullshit." Reprisal's hooves were knocked out from under him, and he grunted when he hit the ground. He found himself unable to move. "Will you tell me now?"

"Why would I? You'd get no gain from it.", Reprisal spat.

"I wouldn't?" Ink shot forward, and landed a punishing blow into Silver's chest, knocking the breath out of him. "I would get the gain of not having to hurt you as much as I want to, and you get the gain of not getting hurt, and walking away scott free. Now, about what you're doing here."

"Kiss my ass." Reprisal's horn lit up, but Ink countered with a lightning quick move, that left Reprisal in a worrying position. Ink held Reprisal's wings with magic, his hold tight and iron, and had a hoof placed and pressing down on Reprisal's horn.

"Which do you lose?" The magic began to twist the wings it was locked around, causing Silver to stifle a scream of pain. "Your wings?" Silver gasped.

"You wouldn't..." Ink pressed down harder on Reprisal's horn.

"Or your horn? Now, would you like to say something to me?"

"Fuck you." Inkblot slammed his hoof down, and snapped the horn in two. This time, Silver did scream in pain, and would have passed out if it weren't for Inkblot's magic keeping him conscious, not only to the world, but also to the excruciating pain.

"You didn't believe me. You really are an idiot." Silver was crying as wave after wave of nausea and searing pain and agony swept speedily through his body.

"I...I was going to hurt them! Okay!? It's my job! I don't want this anymore..." Ink snapped both of Silver's wings with magic, once again keeping him conscious to the pain. Inkblot savored the ear-splitting shriek that escaped Silver's mouth. When he had got his breath again, he cried: "I told you what I was going to do! Why did you do that!?"

"Nopony hurts them, especially not Trixie. I swear to Celestia above, if you even touched that mare, and I found out, you would lose more than just these useless things."

"Please, stop! Don't hurt me anymore! Please..."

"Why should I stop? Tell me, how many have you hurt before?"

"This is my first time, I swear." Another kick to the stomach, which sent blood into Silver's mouth, set him straight.

"How many have you hurt?"

"22! Are you happy, you sadistic fuck?"

"Very much so." Another kick into Silver's stomach. "And how many of those that you have hurt, have you killed?"

Silver was not going to do anything to lie, or retaliate at this point. He curled into a ball, and whimpered. "13..."

"Interesting. Would one of those killed be an innocent mare by the name of Pinkie?"

"I was supposed to kill her...somepony got to her before I did..."

"So you admit that you were contracted to kill her."

"I admit that I was contracted, yes. I didn't kill her though. I swear!"

"I can tell you are not lying. Do you know anything that can help me with finding the killer?"

"I might know some things..."

"Would you like your horn and wings back?" Silver nodded. "Do you promise me to stop your killing and hurting, and live a peaceful life?"

"Yes...I swear on my own life that I shall not commit another crime, ever."

"Good, because I will uphold that promise. Now, come with me, and grab your horn, will it do you fine?" Inkblot left Silver to get up on his own, and pick up his now broken horn. He followed depressed behind Ink. They walked inside, Ink walking right into Trixie.

"Hey...", she said, in the same way she had said it when she had risen from the dead this afternoon.

"Hey. I had to deal with some bloke, and that's what the sc..." Trixie's warm and calming lips silenced Ink, and she pulled him into a kiss. When it broke, a surprised Inkblot stumbled away after Silver, telling the "idiot" to "sit down", a more than jealous Twilight staring at the commotion in the room, and a happy Trixie nearly swooning from bliss.

Silver sat down, and dropped his horn on the ground. This shook Twilight back into the disturbing reality of the situation, and she gasped.

"Ink! What did you do to this poor stallion!?", she cried, and rushed over to Silver.

"Poor? Twilight, he admitted himself that he was here to hurt you, and Trixie. I found him just outside the house." Twilight looked Silver in the eyes.

"Is that true?" Silver nodded, ashamed. Twilight looked down at the ground, her eyes floating over to the horn.

"About the horn and wings, can you fix them? If you need my help, I will help you. He swore upon his life that from this point on, he would live a life of peace. Besides, I need him healthy if he is to help in the Pinkie case."

"But the detectives..."

"Fuck the detectives. I guarantee you that tomorrow, you will receive nothing but replies denying your requests. Silver here, he knows at least a little bit about the murder."

"He does?", Trixie asked, plodding over.

"Yes. He was originally contracted to kill her, but he told me he isn't the one who did so, and I believe him. He said he knows something that could help me."

"You believe him!?", Twilight hissed, and slapped Silver, who only fell over, letting the inviting hands of unconsciousness finally take him.

"Yes...and you knocked him out. Wonderful." Twilight seethed inside, at Silver, and at Inkblot's smartass comment. She breathed a few times, letting herself relax.

"Okay...okay...why did you believe him?"

"I just do. I know he wasn't lying when he said it."

"What if he practiced?"

"Trust me, he was not at all prepared for me. He underestimated me by a long shot. As you can see, it didn't go too well for him." Twilight sighed. Inkblot was right. Silver had no reason to lie to Inkblot, especially since he found out what Ink did to protect those he cared for. The word sounded weird in Twilight's head, but Ink did care for her, and Trixie. Trixie was obvious, it was not hard to tell that they had feelings for one another, but Twilight wondered why Inkblot cared for her. It's because he doesn't want anypony to get hurt. Despite everything off about him, he has a good heart, and you know it.

"Well, alright. Help me bring him up to the couch." The three unicorns worked together with their magic, really just for shits and giggles, and carried Silver upstairs. They set him down on a couch, and then headed off to bed. Twilight, stayed however, and got to work. It was going to be a long night.

In the room that Inkblot and Trixie shared, Inkblot lay Trixie down, and kissed up her neck, bringing a smile to her face, and a sigh of bliss.

"Inkblot...I don't know why I have these feelings for you, we haven't known each other for even a day. Yet, they are here, and everytime we touch, everytime your eyes lock with mine, my heart flutters and my perception is clouded by thoughts of you..." Inkblot looked in Trixie's eyes, lost in them, revelling in the fact that Trixie was here, so close to him, so beautiful and wonderful in the moonlight.

"You are not alone in these feelings Trixie. You make me feel the same way. Except..." Inkblot knew the next words were going to be a much needed relief, to get them off his chest. "I think about you when I don't see you. In fact, ever since I met you, you are nearly the only thing that is ever on my mind." Trixie buried herself in Inkblot's fur, and he wrapped his hooves around her, much in the same way that Clain was doing to Celestia at the same time. "I-I can't say I love you...I feel that I haven't known you long enough...but you have certainly stolen my heart. You make me smile, something I haven't done since I was a child. There is so much special about you that makes you stand out to me, and makes me want to protect you and never let you go." Trixie looked up at Ink, her eyes shining with happy tears.

"Oh...Inkblot...", she moaned, and they locked in another kiss. When they pulled away, they knew that they wanted nopony but each other. Trixie buried herself in Inkblot's fur again, and they fell to sleep, feeling satisfaction by the mere fact that the other was right there, touching them, comforting them, but most of all, realizing their love for each other. It was the beginning of a strong bond, that would be tested to the point of nearly breaking many times.

In the light of death and pain, two have found more than just friendship in each other. I don't intend to let this continue. I don't fear much, but if I were to choose the thing I fear most, it is love. I mean, Celestia is my exception, for if things have worked in my favor, she is mine now, and that makes me overjoyed. Otherwise, love is hard to overcome. Breaking love isn't all too hard, but to sever the bond completely is very difficult, and lovers tend to stick together. I fear Inkblot within himself already, he is definitely more than he seems, but to have him fall in love? It would give him the motive to stop me, and a strong motive at that. I must stop this before it gets any farther, or else...I don't even want to admit it...