Silent Monster

by l-Mr_Person-l

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Dark, Romance
Length: 6565

Join Professor Limon West as he and the rather annoying, very rambunctious, rather immature, and obviously gay Professor Hemlock Borwn as they work to rediscover the Temple of Circles, and meet its guardian... That was crap, I'm sorry.

~Man has always wondered what life was like for peoples past, what did they eat? What did they play? What did they learn? Why did they eat what they ate? Why did they play what they played? Why did they learn what they learned? These questions were answered by people who took long roads to ancient cities, temples, and monuments to find out the truth, by studying what the people left behind. For Ponies, it is a liittle different, they knew not who built them, who maintained them, or if they even existed. But when they found the Obelisk of Circles that pointed them to a jungle deep in unexplored lands, they knew they had to find it. "For science!" they said, ignoring the warnings of a species of deadly, but silent beings that guarded it until a disaster struck them all but a mere handful down. Born by and with powerful and uncontrollable magic, these creatures stopped at nothing to defend the Temple of Circles, until they were left alone. Then, ha ha, well then, they started to die. Why? Find out. )EbIDX(~

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-04 07:30:05 UTC

~Chapter I~

~Limon sighed. They were never going to find the Pyramid of Circles. Why? BECAUSE IT DIDN'T EXIST! It was stupid of him to even come to this jungle. He missed his friends and family. He closed the book he was reading, and placed in the corner of his cramped tent. Limon closed his eyes, imagining himself back home with his family and friends. His imaginings were ended by probably the most over zealous Unicorn he had ever met opening Limon's tent flap. Limon scrambled to cover himself up with his blanket before Hemlock saw his unsheathed morning glory. (If you know what I mean.)

"Come on Limon, up and at em', we're moving inland in a few minutes." He said rambunctiously.

"Any more of going inland and we'd be going the other direction..." Limon thought as he nodded stiffly, trying to conceal his extension with his leg. Hemlock lingered for a few uncomfortable seconds, then closed the tent flap again. Limon groaned, and stood up. He put his clothes on, folding his cock against his stomach to prevent anyone from seeing it. He put his safari hat on, and stepped into the sunlight. Almost immediately he regretted it. Hemlock jumped out in front of him from out of nowhere.

"Today's the day Limon! I can feel it!" Hemlock said, almost bubbling over with excitement.

"Professor West." Limon corrected for the millionth time. But as always, Hemlock ignored him. Limon regarded Hemlock. Hemlock's age, 23, did not reflect his happy and immature personality. His dull grey-white mane and tail appeared messy and clumpy, and seemed longer than most stallions would find dignifying. His purple coat looked mildly respectable, but his orange eyes were bright and full of energy. Too much energy. Hemlock's Cutie Mark, or Talent Symbol, as the in-the-knows called it, was a compass in a tuff of grass. Limon's was a maroon book with a jungle vine on it. While on the subject of appearances, Limon was a 25 year old Earth Pony. He had a dull brown coat, and silvery grey mane and tail. His eyes were hazel, but sometimes changed to a radiant magenta or a dull yellow for some obscure reason.

"Let me take down your tent for you!" Hemlock said, and before Limon could protest, Hemlock's horn glowed bright green for a few seconds, and where Limon's tent had been, there was a packed knapsack with the tent strapped to it. Hemlock smiled triumphantly. But Limon just sighed.

"Thank you Professor Brown." Limon said glumly. He could have done it himself.

"Call me Hemlock, its much easier to say." Hemlock said, smiling even more. Limon turned around to slip the knapsack onto his shoulders. Hemlock did not move, but he did open his eyes to look at Limon's rear with an almost longing expression. Limon finished putting the knapsack on, but continued to walk on all fours, as his cock had not yet softened.

"Why are you walking like that Limon?" Hemlock asked, his own dick clearly visible against his right hind leg. Limon ignored him and walked past. He wanted to eat something before heading out. There was some scrambled eggs and toast left, not much, but enough to satisfy Limon. Hemlock, his own knapsack on his back, followed a very glum looking Limon to the middle of the camp, where the others were already awakening. Limon's dick had finally sheathed, but Hemlock's was still visible. Limon pretended that Hemlock was actually a floating torso. In no time, everyone was ready to go, and the three 2-by-4 were loaded up and also ready to go, as well as the large kitchen and storage truck/tank, and the bathmobile. Hemlock led the 5 vehicles in a small ATV out in front. Limon rode in the very back 2 by 4. As they drove along the path, Limon looked up at the cloudy sky. He saw a car shaped cloud, as well as a peanut, a tree, and a turtle. He let his mind wander, and he drifted off. Suddenly the "convoy" stopped. Limon opened his eyes and looked around. It was near sunset. Limon wondered why they stopped. Hemlock pulled up beside the car and said,

"Limon! Come with me." Limon groaned and hopped down from the car.

"Professor West." Limon corrected again as he climbed onto the back of the ATV, and much to his displeasure, had to wrap his hooves around Hemlock's middle. Hemlock told the others to make camp there while the two of them went up ahead. After a couple seconds, Limon asked,

"What is it Professor Brown? Find a waterfall?"

"Call me Hemlock. And no, its not a waterfall." He answered.

"Then what? A ravine?" Limon asked, frowning. Hemlock giggled, (Yes, giggled.) and replied,

"You'll see." Limon scowled. This was not helping his mood. After another minute, they finally stopped.

"Shhh." Hemlock said, sliding off the ATV and leading Limon into the jungle stealthily. The two then entered a clearing, and saw a ruined stone building. But that was not what caused Limon's heart to skip a beat. It was what was sleeping inside it on the stone floor. It was a strange creature, like a mix between a dragon and a Pony. It was slightly bigger than a full grown Earth Pony stallion, which is slightly bigger than Limon. It had long and sharp fangs, as well as the wings, tail, horns, and dorsal spines of a dragon, but the rest of it was Pony in appearance, except for its ears those looked more like a bat's. Its coat was stark white, and silky. It had a very glossy very long striped light grey and ice blue mane, and its wings were deep magenta. Limon was taken aback by how beautiful it was.

"It's beautiful..." Limon mumbled aloud, taking a few steps towards it. The creature's ears twitched and its eyes flashed open. They were draconic, and blood red. She raised her torso up to look at them, her eyes unmoving from Limon's. Limon gulped and stood very still. The creature did not move either. It just watched him. Limon began to slowly back away, hoping that it wouldn't attack him. It used on of its claws to carve a line on the stone floor, then went back to sleep. Limon walked backward quicker, jumping into the underbrush next to Hemlock. The two began to return to the ATV.

"So? Was it worth waiting for?" Hemlock asked after the two were a distance away.

"It is certainly an eye catcher." Limon said, sighing. Hemlock nodded and grinned, saying,

"Which is exactly why I am going to catch it." Limon coughed violently.

"Catch it!? Why?" Hemlock gave Limon a look.

"Come on. You and I both know the Temple of Circles doesn't exist. But we can't go back empty hoofed. So I say we take this creature with us instead, so that way, my bosses are happy, and we get to go home together!" Limon raised an eyebrow.

"Together?" Hemlock coughed, and corrected himself, a blush visible on his cheeks.

"I mean we would probably take the same ship off the continent, because we both need to present it to my bosses..." Limon was still suspicious, but did not pursue the matter further. The remainder of the short trip back to the camp was spent in silence. Limon could not get that creature out of his head, it was just too... Perfect. If not for Hemlock being there and actually the one who showed him it, Limon would have assumed he had just hallucinated. Hemlock explained the situation to the rest of their companions on the expedition, but Limon just stared off into space. His thoughts kept returning to that creature, had it been real? Had Hemlock just hallucinated the same thing? Limon had no idea. He eventually fell asleep on a collapsable bench. He dreamed of the creature, its long and glossy mane, its silky coat, its eyes...  That night near midnight, Hemlock woke him up, and he and Limon, plus a few others began their preparations. Hemlock and Limon would go ahead and use a magically reinforced net to catch it. Then one of the 2-by-4s would back up, and would carry the specimen back to the coast with everyone else on the morrow. It did seem like a good plan. Limon was just excited to be seeing the creature again. As the two approached where they had last seen the creature, Limon started had second thoughts. It wasn't right to just take it from its habitat.

"Professor Brown? I'm not sure about this. It just doesn't seem right to take it out of its natural environment."

"Call me Hemlock..." Hemlock mumbled as he waved Limon's worries off, concentrating on levitating the net. Hemlock and Limon could see it now, and Limon was reminded of just how beautiful it was. Limon went to one side to help position the net as Hemlock maneuvered it magically over from the other side. Limon got really close to it as he positioned the net. He sighed, grabbing a corner of the floating net, attempting to maneuver it lower. The creature suddenly opened its eyes, and looked at Limon. Limon froze. He was caught. Was it going to eat him? Run away? It did none of these things. Instead, it stood up, its eyes locked onto his. Limon's heart fluttered. Its eyes were so mesmerizing, and he couldn't bear to look away. Then it did something that shocked him. It looked up at the net, and helped to pull the net down over itself. The magnetic locks at the edges fastened, trapping the creature. Hemlock was jumping up and down with excitement, but Limon just stared at the creature, his mouth agape. It trapped itself in the net of its own accord. It willfully gave up its freedom. This was all very strange. The creature just stared at him, its face void of expression. Its wide eyes just stared into his. Limon couldn't resist, he had to touch it, to feel it. He reached out a hoof towards it. The creature looked at his hoof quizically. Limon closed the distance, and brushed his hoof against its coat. It was so soft! The creature nuzzled into his hoof, its face still without emotion. Limon felt its mane, and discovered it kind of felt like liquid. Each strand was smoother than silk and twenty times as glossy. The creature nuzzled against his hoof, clearly enjoying his touch. To Limon's surprise, a long purple-blue forked tongue came out of its mouth and coiled rapidly around his hoof, holding it against its body. Limon tried to pull his hoof away, but the creature would not let go. It began to stroke his hoof with its incredibly long tongue. Limon found it both strange and oddly arousing. The event was ended suddenly by Hemlock levitating the net away towards the back of the 2-by-4. The creature pulled its long tongue back into its mouth, leaving Limon's hoof wet with saliva. It continued to watch him, until the 2-by-4 drove off towards the camp. Limon let his wet hoof fall to his side. Hemlock suddenly jumped on him, squeezing the air out of Limon's lungs with a very tight bear hug. Limon, struggling for air, tried to voice his discomfort, but Hemlock was spinning him around and jumping (at the same time) with hyperactive joy.

"Hemlock! You're... Choking me!" Limon managed to squeak. Hemlock gasped and let him go. Limon fell to his knees, gasping for air. Hemlock just stood, dumbfounded.

"You called me Hemlock..." He mumbled. Limon stood up, and frowned at his colleague.

"Don't expect it to happen again, Professor." Limon said, and walked glumly towards the camp. Hemlock just stood there, silent. Then he clasped his front hooves together, and a dreamy look came over him.

"Why is he so cute? So adorable?" Hemlock thought to himself, smiling fondly. Hemlock then refocused and dashed after his crush. Limon was already halfway to the camp, and was feeling drowsy. He was eager to sleep, but not at the same time. He wanted to touch the creature again, to feel its soft coat, its silky mane, to look into its eyes and lose himself. Just the mere thought of caressing its body made Limon's dick stiffen. Limon was too tired to notice however. He stumbled into camp, ignoring congratulations from the other companions, and went straight to his tent, that Hemlock supposedly set up... Right next to his own. Limon actually considered moving it before Hemlock came, but he decided he would be asleep by the time all 85 explorers, not including Hemlock in the number, were finished celebrating the end of the soon-to-end 2 year long expedition. (Holy Fr'ij!!!) Limon could have sworn he saw a shimmer in the air around Hemlock's tent, but it was gone as soon as he saw it. Limon entered his own tent and closed the flap. He got as far as unbuttoning his shirt, but collapsed from exhaustion before he could take it off. Sounds faded away, leaving silence behind, the feel of his small bed roll vanished too, and he opened his eyes. He was in his tent, and all was quiet. He sat up, a bit confused. Was he dreaming? He pinched himself, and deduced he was not. He suddenly heard rapid footfalls. He had time to turn around before something ripped through the thick heavy-duty camo-plastic fabric wall behind him and grabbed him, one clawed paw covering his mouth to keep him from screaming, the other, the hem of his shirt. It pulled with such force, Limon was thrown back and out of the tent, landing hard on his back. He cried out in pain as he landed, his back making a loud sharp noise as he hit the ground. Whatever had pulled him out of his tent bounded onto him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Limon shut his eyes, assuming he was about to be eaten, but nothing happened. He slowly opened one eye, and gasped. It was the creature! It sat there, watching him, silent. Limon couldn't move for a second, shocked that it was here.

"How did you—" his sentence was never finished, because at that moment, the creature lay down beside him, letting its mane cascade onto Limon's body like a waterfall. Limon shivered at the touch, and he sat up. The creature scooted closer to him, leaning onto him, letting its soft coat brush against Limon's body. His right hind leg quivered when he felt its soft coat. The creature then snaked its long purple forked tongue down to Limon's exposed cock, and coiled around it. Limon cried out in surprise and sudden pleasure, his cock stiffening rapidly. The creature, guessing that Limon was enjoying it, began to move its coiled tongue up and down his length slowly. Limon moaned in pleasure as his dick was stimulated. To his disappointment, the creature uncoiled its tongue from around his cock after only a few seconds, and pulled it back into its mouth. The creature then pushed him onto his back, and lay down on top of him, its magestic wings fanned out behind it. Limon wrapped his front hooves around it and pulled down, bringing the creature's face centimeters from his own. It crossed the gap, planting a kiss directly on his lips. It opened its mouth, letting its tongue drop down into Limon's. Limon's own normal tongue was no match for the creature's impossibly long one. Its tongue slipped down his throat easily. This sudden intrusion made Limon gag, but the creature pushed on, Limon normally would be disgusted any part of any sentient creature's body was in his throat during sexual intercourse but since it was this creature, he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he loved the feel of it in his throat. He tried swallowing, and to his surprise, his esophagus pulled the creature's tongue down further. The creature broke the kiss, but did not take its tongue out of Limon's throat. Limon's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he moaned and swallowed again. The creature then gently grabbed his cock with one paw, and positioned it under its crotch. Limon assumed the creature must be female, as just then, the creature went down, and Limon's cock pressed against her vaginal entrance. Limon swallowed again, bringing the creature's tongue further down his throat, so far, he could feel it in his stomach! He squinted up at the creature, her eyes stared back, emotionless, and mesmerizing. Limon grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her down onto his cock. As he entered the tight passage, he heard the most arousing squelching sound he had ever heard in his life.

"It's so tight..." He thought as he continued to pull it down with considerable resistance, inch by inch. The creature made loud whimper-y noises, and shut her eyes tightly. Limon swallowed again, pulling more tongue down his throat.

"So warm! So soft!" Limon cried out it his head as he finally fit his entire length down to his balls into her soft, tight, and warm pussy. He wrapped his front hooves around her back and pulled her into a hug. He then began to buck his hips up and down, making his cock move in and out. The creature dug her front claws into the ground, her body tensing every time Limon thrust in. Limon began to thrust harder, slamming his head into her cervix with force. The creature's pussy was so tight, Limon grunted with effort on every thrust. The creature on the other hoof, cried out, most likely in pain, whenever Limon thrust in. The creature pulled her tongue out of Limon throat, much to his pleasure. He gasped at how much had actually been inside him. He began to thrust harder and faster, desperate to fill the creature up with his cum. Hot tears now fell from the creature's eyes, falling onto the cold jungle floor, her high pitched cries became louder and louder, longer and longer. She had taken abuse before, but that did not seem to help.

"LOOK... AT... ME..." Limon yelled between thrusts, his climax approaching fast. The creature obeyed, opening her eyes and locking them with his. Limon drew his length out, and then thrust it all back in with as much force as possible, penetrating her cervix and blasting his hot creamy cum into her womb with a cry of effort. The creature screamed loudly, also climaxing, but also not breaking eye contact with Limon. Limon pounded into her one final time, before pulling his cock out with a loud squelching. The creature's muscles seemed to have locked up, and she didn't move an inch. Her breaths were weak and shallow. This wasn't right, it was out of order. It was wrong, and it HURT! Probably why they called them the "Love Trials."

"Clean me..." Limon mumbled... Barely holding onto consciousness. The creature backed up, and sucked hard on Limon's cock, cleaning it of cum on it and in it. It tasted really salty, but at the same time really sweet. Limon went limp, his energy utterly spent. The creature realized she had screwed it all up, and she would have to wait until she could start again, and do it properly.  She needed five drops of his blood, and a fresh area. Why did she have to rush it? She wanted to mate with him yes, she wanted to have with his foals yes, but she needed to be patient. To wait, and make it that much more satisfying when it she was impregnated. The creature shook her head sadly, she was a fool and an idiot, impulsive, naive, and above all impatient! She didn't deserve happiness anyway, and she was a moron for trying. The creature then looked down at Limon's body, his chest rising and falling slowly, his semi-stiff cock lying on his leg, and his smiling face. She may not deserve happiness, but this Earth Pony did. With that in mind, The creature made a silent promise to Limon, she would not screw it up again, and she would do it in order, no skipping, no shortcuts, no matter how long it took. The creature smiled, and kissed her lover on his cock's head, which thanked her by spurting pre-cum on her face. The creature licked it up, then walked away, a trail of cum dripping from her abused womb. Limon shot awake. He was back in his tent, and there was no tear. He had been dreaming. He had been dreaming! HE HAD BEEN MOTHERF*****G DREAMING!!! (It's a well known fact that a censored out swear-word is often funnier than an uncensored one. Don't ask me why. Google and Wikipedia said so.) It had been a very realistic dream, because on the ceiling of the tent, and on most of his front, were large quantities of semi-fresh semen. Limon recoiled at the smell of the bodily fluid. At some point in the night, he must have rolled over onto his back right about the point he had dreamed he orgasmed, and he must have actually orgasmed in the real world. Stifling the urge to puke, Limon had to think of something quickly. He unzipped the tent flap slightly, and looked up at the sky. It was still night! In fact, it only looked around 4 in the morning! Limon estimated he had been asleep for only three hours max. Limon contemplated sneaking to the bathmobile, as they had taken to calling it, because that's exactly what it was, a bath house with an engine and 2 pairs of double wheels, (It also had two pairs of treads near the back, but whatever.) and washing the cum out of his fur, but his flight to the bathmobile might wake some light sleepers. Limon was a very private stallion. He preferred the using one of the two shower stalls to the large open shower room where Hemlock and the other stallions showered, and from what Limon heard while in his stall, Hemlock probably had his cock inside every stallion's ass except Limon's. (And Hemlock probably had every stallion's cock inside his own ass as well, except Limon's.) He ate by himself, (When Hemlock wasn't harassing/flirting-with him.) and he sat by himself. Limon decided he had no choice but to shower, but first, he had to do something about the semen in his tent. He saw only one option, use his coat, or the clothes he was wearing to wipe it off. As much as it disgusted him, he saw that it was that, or probably get fucked by Hemlock. (No idea how he came to that conclusion.) Limon worked as quietly as he could, stifling the urge to gag and/or puke many times. After Limon had done all that he could, he got ready to run to the bathmobile. He took a deep breath, then ran. The air was cold, so Limon didn't really sweat much. When he reached the bathmobile, he saw the 2-by-4 with the creature in it. Almost immediately, he was reminded of the dream he had, of how tight and soft and warm her pussy had been. He seriously considered going over to the 2-by-4 and fucking her. But she appeared to be asleep, so he decided not to, besides, it was only a dream, in real life, she might have a venerable disease or something. He entered the bathmobile and tried to be as quiet as possible. One of the cool things about the bathmobile was that it was self powered. There were solar panels and enough batteries to keep it running for 72 hours straight. It also contained the restrooms, and the clothes washers and dryers. Limon stripped and put his clothes in a washer, turning it on after making sure it was full on detergent. Then he entered one of the shower stalls, and turned it on. Instantly he regretted doing so. The water was freezing cold. It warmed up in a few seconds, but Limon was shivering and cold for those few seconds. First, he cleaned where the most cum had stained: his face. Goodness knows why most of it was there, but whatever. It took a lot of rubbing, but his face was clean at least. His mane and tail were next. He formed a plan to brush out the clots of cum, and then hopefully, the water would wash it out. He picked up the brush and used it thoroughly. Eventually, his entire body was clean. There was a mirror in the stall, and he glanced in it to see if there was even the smallest splotches left. To his surprise, he saw how... Big he was. It was actually quite impressive. He used one hoof to lift his cock up a bit. His cheeks turned a little red as he admired his girth in the mirror. His thoughts turned to the creature. Her pussy had been so tight, or maybe he was so big? Then again, it was a dream. Limon had never seen another stallion's cock, and he wondered how big he was compared to the norm. Then he wondered why on Earth he gave a crap. It wasn't like there was a "Biggest Dick Award" every couple generations.

"Still..." He thought looking down at his powerful muscle rod. (Wat?)

"It couldn't hurt to just see..." He switched the water off and was just about to exit the stall when he heard hoof-clops. Limon froze in place, not making a sound. Whoever it was, they were in the bathmobile, and were trying to use one of shower heads in the group shower area, but it was stuck. Hiding his dick behind his legs, Limon peeked out from behind the stall door. It was Hemlock, and he was absolutely caked in cum from head to tail. His anus was stretched nearly twice its size and a steady river of cum was flowing out of it. Unable to resist, Limon looked down at Hemlock's cock, the only part of him cum-free. It was only half the size of his! Hemlock sighed, shrugged, and then began to lick the cum off his fur, and swallowing it. Limon almost puked at the sight. Hemlock seemed to be enjoying it, because his cock began to stiffen. Limon decided he had better go, and reached for his clothes on the peg. His hoof grasped empty air. Limon suddenly realized his mistake, he had forgotten to bring a change of clothes. He would have to wait until Hemlock left to leave himself. Limon set himself in for a long and boring wait. Hemlock had nearly licked his legs clean, but he suddenly stopped and collapsed, his face content.

"So delicious..." Hemlock said to himself. Hemlock pulled the shower controls to warm, and this time, they activated. Hemlock took one of the shower heads from its peg, and used it to spray water up his gaping ass to wash the cum out. He put the shower head back, and the lay down on the floor so all the shower heads were spraying water onto him. His dick pointed straight up in the air like a flagpole. Hemlock just lay there, his cock throbbing every now and then.

"Maybe if I dressed like a girl he would love me..." He said to himself, closing his eyes.

"With a dress, and a bow..." Limon had a terrible feeling that Hemlock was referring to him.

"Oh what am I to do? His ass is so muscly, so cute..." Hemlock began to rub his length with his hooves.

"A-ah... His eyes are like diamond mirrors..." Hemlock mumbled to himself, rubbing his cock harder.

"And his mane and his tail... Oh... Mm... Like silver, glistening silver... Ah..." Limon turned around, this was very embarrassing. VERY embarrassing.

"...His cock... His cock... His massive throbbing cock..." Hemlock moaned. Limon was shocked. How did..? When did..? Limon wanted to shrivel up and die, this was probably the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him. He was listening to someone he saw on a daily basis jack off to him. It didn't surprise Limon that Hemlock spied on him, but it was the fact that at some point, Hemlock had seen Limon's dick, exposed and erect.

"He's so adorable... Ah... So perfect..." Hemlock moaned, increasing his speed. Limon tried to ignore the cries and moans of pleasure that Hemlock was omitting.

"Ah... Ah... Limon, oh Limon... Ah, ah, Limon...... AHH!" Hemlock cried out as he orgasmed, blasting cum high enough for Limon to see it from behind the stall door. A few drops landed on Limon's shoulder, which he quickly wiped off.

"Limon, my sweet Limon, one day I'll love you in the only way a fellow stallion can..." Limon gulped.

"Let's hope that day never comes." Limon thought. This entire experience had been a total boner-killer, (like, totally... Sorry, I couldn't resist.) which was technically a good thing. Hemlock sat up and sighed.

"If I'm going to win him, I might as well start now. I wonder if anyone has any spare dresses in the wash... And why am I talking to myself? Limon must really be driving me crazy. Totally worth it though." Hemlock turned off the showers and went to the huge clothes output room, where all the clothes are put after they are finished being cleaned and dried. Limon, knowing that he had to go to the same place, snuck after him, hoping to the high heavens that Hemlock did not discover him now. Limon peeked around the corner, and saw Hemlock rummaging through a pile of female clothing, his dick still hanging below him. Once again, Limon felt a sense of pride that his cock was bigger than Hemlock's, even if it served absolutely no purpose at all other than pride. Hemlock straightened, holding a pair of bright pink panties. He gulped, and blushing, used his magic to slip the panties on. Because of his raging boner and larger size that whoever usually wore the panties, his anus and his entire cock were completely exposed.

"Hmm, not bad, pretty sexy actually." Hemlock said aloud. He then turned to the mirror and turned around so his rear faced the mirror, and he lifted his tail to the right so he could still see the reflection when he looked over his shoulder. He lifted his left hind leg to an angle. He then smiled in a alluring and sexy way, and said in a similar tone,

"Oh hey Limon, enjoying the view?"

"No, I am not." Limon thought in his head, trying his best to not be seen. Hemlock continued to rummage through the pile, stopping every now and then to look at his panties in the mirror, and saying something different, but basically similar too: "Damn I'm sexy!" Limon sighed inwardly.

"Hurry up, I have to sleep." Limon thought, watching Hemlock look at his panties through the mirror for the trillionth time and said,

"Its absolutely wrong, but that's a good thing in this case." Hemlock then straightened up, levitating a pink dress, two pairs of feminine stockings, a pair of bows, and a discarded earring behind him and into the girl's dressing rooms.

"I wonder who owned these before? then again it could be like that time we found a pirate getup in here. The bathmobile makes its own clothes. And I'm talking to myself again. Worth it. *giggle*" Limon heard Hemlock say from the stalls. Seizing this chance, Limon raced to where his clothes were, quickly donned them, and raced away, not stopping until he was safely inside his tent. Limon removed his clothes, the realized he could have just streaked to his tent instead of waiting for an hour while Hemlock looked for girly clothes. Limon felt very stupid. He lay down, and closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and... Just lay there. He could not sleep. He just could not. Drowsy though he was, his body refused to slumber. Limon's thoughts kept returning to the creature, he had to see her again, to touch her again. He just had to. He was never going to sleep otherwise. Limon waited until he heard Hemlock return to his tent, then stealthily left his tent, after putting his clothes on of course. He also brought his sketch book and pencil. He remembered seeing her by the bathmobile, and so that's where he went. Limon turned a corner, and saw her. She was awake and holding something, an ornate hypodermic needle with a frighteningly long needle end. She did not seem to notice him. Limon continued his approach, wondering where she got the hypodermic needle, but she put it down by the edge of her cage when she saw him approaching.

"Hello." Limon greeted, standing in front of the 2-by-4's truck bed. The creature just stared back, not moving.

"Hello?" Limon asked, looking up at it. The creature just blinked.

"Can you speak? Or at least understand what I'm saying?" Limon asked, reaching out towards her, feeling her soft coat. The creature nodded, using her tongue to wrap around his outstretched hoof. Limon just stood there for awhile, looking into her eyes, and thinking. The top question on his mind was how were they going to feed the creature, they had no idea what she ate, if she even ate. Limon tried asking her,

"What do you eat? If at all?" Limon asked, not looking away from the red pools of beauty that were her eyes. The creature just shook her head.

"You don't eat then?" Limon asked, confused. Once again, the creature shook her head. Now Limon was even more confused.

"Let me rephrase the question; where or what do you get your energy from?" The creature pointed to him, blinking.

"From me specifically? Or from living things in general?" Limon asked, determined to answer the riddle. The creature held up two talons, to signify his second proposal.

"Huh, could you possibly... explain?" Limon asked, noticing that the creature had coiled her tongue up to his shoulder. The creature nodded, and then took a deep breath in and out in inversion to Limon's breathing.

"You get your energy from carbon dioxide? How is that even possible?" The creature just shrugged, her tongue dripping saliva down his chest. Limon clambered up into the truck bed of the 2-by-4, and leaned his back against the cage. The creature sat on her knees facing him. The creature began to pull her tongue back into her mouth. Limon shivered as her tongue uncoiled from his arm. Limon turned around and began to sketch her. She must have known he was sketching and remained very still. Limon sketched one of her, then her eyes. He was about to do a close up of her claws, but he saw a strange circle design on the floor of the cage. He tried to get a closer look, but the creature covered it up. The creature shook her head. Limon frowned, but shrugged and sighed, leaning once more against the cage.

"Do you have a name?" Limon asked, closing his eyes. The creature carved a " Ü " next to him with a talon.

"Ü? That's it?" Limon asked, looking at it. Ü nodded, licking the back of his neck just above his spinal column. Ü coiled her tongue loosely around Limon's neck and upper torso. She liked the taste of his sweat. Limon sketched the "Ü" Ü had carved in his sketch book, then deciding to just screw it all, sketched the tip of her tongue. It was like a normal Pony tongue, but greater and the tip was purple. It was also forked at the end, each prong had a tiny ball at the tip. Limon sat there for many hours, eventually falling asleep early in that time period. Ü continued to coil her tongue around him until she had nearly completely enveloped him. She decided enough caressing was enough, and instead picked up the needle after returning every inch of her tongue into her mouth. She gulped, and carefully inserted it into Limon's chest, specifically over his heart. Limon winced in his sleep, but did not stir again. Ü slowly pulled out exactly 5 flow ounces of blood, then removed the needle from his chest. She unscrewed the canister with the blood from the main part, and tied it around her neck. Now she had to wait.~

~Prologue~

~She kept running, running away from the monster. The crypt was bathed in a red light, its origin unknown. But she did not have time to study the phenomenon, she had to escape. Forward, up, left, right, left, forward, right, forward. It was a maze, and she was lost. She hit a dead end, and looked behind her. Her heart froze. The monster was there. It advanced slowly, knowing full well she had no escape. She pressed herself against the wall, tears pouring down her face. She didn't want to die alone, to die cold, to die with regrets. She wanted to see her parent's smiling faces again, to smell the fresh mountain air again, to feel the soft green grass again, to taste her mother's homemade cookies again, to hear her family's voices one last time. She knew she would die, there was no escape. The monster was close enough to touch now. It was looking right at her, piecing her soul with its glowing draconic blood red eyes.

"Please..." She pleaded, knowing that it would not save her. The monster shook its head, and hissed. She suddenly noticed a small side path, and there was sunlight at the end. Her heart leapt with hope. She could escape. She waited a single second longer, then sprang towards freedom. The monster did not give chance immediately, perhaps surprised his prey still had life in it. She looked behind her, and gulped. The monster was giving chase. She pushed herself to run faster, to escape into the sunlight. She could see outside now, she could see the chopper, the pilot inside, and a soldier standing by the door, holding it open for her. She cried out in happiness, she had done it! She had escaped! Then something jumped on her, and everything vanished, returning to the red glowing stone of the crypt. It had all been an illusion. The monster had caught her, pinning her to the floor. She felt its hot breath on her neck, and she let herself go limp. She gave up, it was pointless. She was going to die in room of lies. She started to cry, tears pouring down her face. The monster's long forked tongue licked her neck, making her cringe and whimper. The monster's tongue snaked its way up to her face, licking her tears away. The monster leaned down to her ear, and its tongue brushed against it, making her cringe and squirm.

"Your body is mine now..." The monster whispered into her ear seductively. Her eyes widened as the monster hissed, then lunged forward and bit into her neck, its long fangs piecing her flesh and windpipe. With the little air she had left, she cried out in pain, but it was over. She would die.~