The Happening

by Fashion-Doll

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Tragedy, Slice of Life, Sad
Length: 307

Twilight's son, Leo, was conceived to fulfill a prophesy.

Princess Twilight Sparkle's son, Leo, was conceived to fulfill a prophesy. To become a fierce ruler of Equestria and over the Daemoniums. Twilight was devestated, knowing she would be delivering a damiocorn. However, Princess Twilight learns later in her pregnancy that the foal was nothing like its feared father, it was just like her. Fearing that the prophesy will come true, Twilight does everything in her power to keep her foal protected. But can she stop the prophesy? Or will Leo become like his father?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-16 01:54:57 UTC

Prologue

“N-no…” Twilight squeaked trying to crawl away from the powerful, tall, slim black stallion. His red iris on his black sclera was cold and glassy, as he used his magic from his horn to pin the young mare down. His demon wings expanded as he gave Twilight a sexual look.

“The prophesy, Twilight. You should’ve known it was going to come soon, you are the fulfiller after all.” Twilight began to tear. Prophesy or not, didn’t she have a say as princess? But from what she read damiocorns were powerful and feared, especially the lord. The lord that was presented in front of her informed her that she would mother his foal. She moaned and gasped in pain and her tears began to come out faster.

“Stop. Please. Have mercy.” She could hardly speak, she couldn’t scream to let everypony know she was in trouble.

The torturous rape lasted for thirty minutes, but it seemed longer to the poor princess. It felt like it lasted for three days.

“Mark this as the day the next ruler for the Daemoniums and Equestria has been created. Also if you don’t mind, I want the mother of my foal to know the name of her fulfiller. I am Lord Mitternacht. Ruler of the Daemoniums.” He began to walk to the window before stopping.

“I’ll be back in six years to reunite with my foal and take it to its kingdom.” Twilight began to tear, she couldn’t wait for six years to come so she could rid the thing that was going to grow inside of her.

What was worse she and Flash Sentry had planned to get married next month.

She wanted a family with Flash.

Not Mitternacht.

She wanted to call off the wedding. Who would marry a mare who was pregnant with some other stallion’s foal?