Inky: The Mistress of the Night

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Enchanted comics, they seemed to spring up from nowhere. Now every nerd, filly, colt, and the occasional full grown pony would come in a comic store to buy one of the highly demanded comic.

Everypony, at some point in their lives, wants to be something much more than the average pony. Earth ponies would like to fly through the pages fighting crime, saving lives, and use magic just like any other unicorn. Unicorns would want the strength of ten times that of any earth pony; lifting whole building and throwing them halfway across the painted city. Pegasi would dream of welding the sheer power of nature and magic at their fingertips.

And with these enchanted comics all of their wildest dreams could come true. But there are other types of comics.

These types are not for the little foals that would come in, begging their parents to buy them the latest issue of the The Batmare comic series. Only those that were of legal age knew of these comics, as they were for more nightly affairs. These comics hold the power to allow the reader to bend the magic to their very will, giving them alicorn-like powers. Most have proven that they can’t handle such powers. As a result safeguards were required to be put into place, to make sure that no pony would stay in the comic forever.

Only a small hand full of ponies could wield such power and responsibilities. This is the story of one of those lucky few.

Baltimare city; Madam Nightflare’s Comic Emporium

Madam Nightflare’s Comic Emporium, one of the largest comic book store in all of Equestria, and next to Canterlot was the first to start selling enchanted comics. Madam Nightflare was well known around town as a mare with variety of tastes, as her comic store had a wide range of books some enchanted and others not.

Drama, comedy, action, adventure, you name it, Madam Nightflare will have it. Even Equestrian's more erotic stories and comics could be found in the back room. It is here where one of Equestrian's up and coming artist was hard at work finishing up her latest comic.

Inky Brush, unicorn mare fresh out of art school, had a short, inky-black mane and tail, fur as gray as a storm cloud, and a pair of white glasses hiding her silver eyes. She was wearing her typical outfit of an oversize gray sweater that had princess Luna’s royal symbol on it and a pair of black tights. Her feet shifted and slided inside of her navy-blue shoes, the same that she got on her last birthday not too long ago.

As soon as Inky heard of the new kind of comic books that was sweeping Equestria by storm, she immediately signed up for any classes that she could find to learn all she could about the new magic.

To say that Inky was a prodigy would be an understatement. As soon as Inky stepped foot in the magical art class, she understood everything about the new magic. Inky had even impressed the professor about how well she understood the lessons and techniques. She was one of the first to find a new job in the enchantment industry and she even had her own comics out on the shelves.

Madam was so impressed by the mare’s work ethic and skills that she had Inky her own space so she could work in private. Inky was a talented artist and writer as well. Comedy, action, and slapstick was her major areas of expertise.

Well mostly,

“Almost done,” Inky whispered to herself. For the last few months Inky had been hard at work creating another living world of ink and pleasure, but this one would be different than the others. While most of the newly enchanted comics would allow the reader, and any other to jump right in the action, Inky’s would not only allow the reader to do just so, but also it would be another adventure each time.

The holy cup of all enchanted comics. This one comic could change the face of all Equestria or maybe the entire world. But Inky knew better than that. The power of this comic would quickly prove far too much for any pony to handle and the readers would abandoned their lives so that they can live in the comic.

Inky would be lying if she said that she wouldn’t like to simply stay in any of the comics, but she had her own life to live. Friends, loved ones, and reality, all of these things would be left behind if she remained inside of the comic book world. As appealing as it sounded it couldn’t--and shouldn’t-- be done.

So Inky would keep this erotic comic book aside and hidden from the world forever. It slightly pained her that no other pony could be allowed to see the masterpiece, but she knew of all the dangers that could fall because of the book.

The door to her private work space opened up to reveal a tall dark-blue and red unicorn mare wearing a tight and reliving dress standing at the doorway with her hands on her hips. “Inky, sweetie, you really mustn’t sit so close to the desk like that. You’re going to stain your back.” Madam’s voice snapped Inky back into the world of reality.

Inky looked back to the other mare, her glasses falling slightly crooked. “Oh Madam, I was just finishing something up.” she said, adjusting her glasses back on her face.

“Really? You just finished something yesterday, how much work do you put yourself through?” Madam asked walking in the room and gently closing the door behind her.

“Oh this is nothing. Just something I’m doing in my spare time.” Inky said putting the book away for later.

Madam shook her head, if she had a bit for every time Inky said that she’d been doing something in her spare time, she wouldn’t need to run the store any more. “Inky, you always going on and on about some project or another. Why don’t you go and find you a nice stallion or mare,” Madam questioned with a motherly tone that Inky trusted.

“Oh Madam its fine, really. I’m sure I’ll find the right one soon,” Inky said hiding behind her glasses. It wouldn’t be the first time Madam would try to ‘find’ the right one for her, only for that to not work out or pony would only want the same thing.

“Inky dear, you are a very beautiful mare and I’ve have caught ponies staring at you when you would come in the store.” Madam said, placing a reassuring hand on Inky’s shoulder. “And I may have caught you staring as well.”

Inky’s face became very flushed and her gray coat only help reveal her blush even more. “Madam!” Even though Inky was responsible for half of the emporium’s erotic selection, it was very easy for her to get flustered.

“Haha. Oh Inky dear, I only tease. You really must get out more often.” Madam laughed at the poor mare.

Inky’s blush only became brighter under Madam’s laughter, she really wished she could go hide in her work, but she knew that’s no way to face things like this. “So Madam, is there anything I can help you with.” Inky said dropping any emotion from her voice leaving a professional business tone.

“Oh you’re no fun. Oh well I just came here to tell you that its just about closing time so you can go home dear,” Madam said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You be good now and don’t try and have too much fun,” she said, walking out of the room to get ready to leave the store for the night.

Once Inky was sure that Madam was gone she breath out a sigh of relief. “Man I hate doing that,” She said, disappointed at how poorly she handles other ponies but she needed Madam to leave so she could finish her work. She reached into her bag her mother brought her art school and pulled out the comic book. “Alright now I’ve only got to do one more thing.”

Inky reached back into bag to pull out a small veil of off-white liquid. She got the vial in a package from a supposed fan with no return address. All there was, was the vial, and a letter explaining the meaning of the package.

Dear, Ms. Brush

This is a really big fan of your more nightly works of art. I wanted to show my appreciation for you the best way I can, so I whipped you up this here potion. This potion is something you can’t find anywhere in Equestria, and I wanted you to have it as a sign of my thanks. Now, when you drink this potion, you’ll be given the magic levels of an alicorn for a brief moment, specifically one spell’s length so use it wisely.

Oh, listen to me telling you to be careful. I’m a riot! Well I must be off, I have five mares to keep busy, you know how it is. Well bye for now.

-Your biggest fan

Inky didn’t know what to really think about the letter, something about it seemed off, but when she ran the veil through a magic scan she did find traces of some kind of magical properties. She was too close now. So close to her dream that she could see it right in front of her. Inky made up her mind, she was going to do it and live her greatest dream of being in a living and breathing comic book world.

She tore off the top of the bottle and downed the potion in one go. She was surprise that there was no taste to the potion and was somewhat disappointed to find that the potion was a fake. Inky didn’t feel any changes to her magic at all and was about to give up when a strong surge of magic over took her horn.

Inky held her sides and quickly casted the enchantment spell on the book. The book was lifted in the air by a white and gray aurora of magic and the pages started to flip through until they reached the end. The surge of magic vanished without a single trace of it being there and the erotic comic book fell to the work desk with a soft thud.

Inky sat in her seat, staring at the book and the vial on the ground. She couldn’t believe that the letter was true, the potion was real. It was incredible. For that small moment Inky actually felt like an alicorn, she felt as though she could rise the sun and lower the moon, but now it was gone.

And she didn’t care.

No, she got what she wanted, and now she can always feel like an alicorn. Inky reached for the book and held it close to her chest a wicked smile madly danced across her lips. “Finally a world to myself,” Inky whispered. She hurried to pack up her stuff for the night and run home to enjoy her world of adventures of fancy.

“Bye Madam, guys. See you all tomorrow!” Inky cheered, literally skipping out of the shop, and shocking her fellow co-workers.

“Was that Inky or does she have a twin she never talked about,” One mare asked.

“Nope that definitely was Inky.” Madam said putting a hand on her chin in thought. “Wonder what’s got her so happy?” Everypony stood in thought for a second, none of them had ever seen Inky that happy since she was nominated for that artist award. “Oh well, its good to see her excited anyway. She always so adorable.” Now that everypony could agree with.

Inky skipped all the way home and as soon as she was inside she flung herself on the couch, still as happy since she left the store. She let out a happy scream, too excited to wait to get started. She grabbed the comic book from her bag and immediately flipped to the last page.

Now all enchanted comic books had one thing in common. They all had viable spells at the end of the book that would activate the enchantment to take the reader in the book and Inky’s special book was no different. However unlike most books, Inky made sure that the spell was quite visible and very clear to read.

In the darkest of nights, with chills and frights

When evil plague the streets a mare will rise,

To defend the innocent and to claim her prize

As Mistress of the Night

The spell activated the enchantment and Inky was sucked in the comic book as it landed on a coffee table face up.

The Mistress of the Night comic book; Bell Mare

Inky slowly opened her eyes as her sense of vision came clawing back to her. She nearly jumped from pure joy, right in front of her eyes was the great steel city of Bell Mare, a city she created and would use quite often in her stories.

“I did it! I did it! I DID IT!” Inky cheered, months of hard work finally paid off. Inky quickly ran toward the waterfront to give herself a good look over. She was happy with the results to say the least.

Instead of her typical outfit she was now wearing a black hoodie, skin tight leather-gray gloves, and skinny black pants that showed off her curves. Even her mane and tail had grown in size and a slight silver line could be seen going through them.

Inky was never a fan of the usual superhero outfit: the cape, mask, and the wearing your underwear on the outside thing, wasn’t her. That’s what made her characters so believable, she wouldn’t dress them up in some silly getup just to fight crime. Why waste time changing into something that looks (and most likely) feels uncomfortable.

Since it was Inky that made the comic book she knew the ins and outs of her own powers and weaknesses, the few ones. She also wasn’t a fan of limiting her characters with some kind of unrelatable weaknesses like a rare kind of rock that glows a different color, or easily running out of power in a fight. No as the Mistress of the Night she wouldn’t have many weaknesses, at least ones that couldn’t be easily fixed.

But there was plenty of time for that right now she wants to go have some fun. Inky looked up, towards the tallest building of the whole city, and nodded. She closed her eyes for a second, focusing the magic in the book to give her wings. Two large and powerful black dragon-like wings sprouted from her hood.

With one mighty flap of the appendages, Inky was launched into the air, and rocketed toward the building with speeds that most pegasi would dream to have. The feeling of flying through the air was simply incredible. Inky had never felt so free and unburdened with the worlds concerns. She quickly reached the building and landed on the edge of pedestal. Inky stared out onto the city that she had work so hard to create.

An overwhelming sense of accompaniment like none other. As she was taking in the feeling a distant cry was picked up by her super hearing.

“Help! Somepony help me!” A mare’s voice was faintly picked up and Inky went right to work. She spread her wings and took to the skies heading directly towards the mare’s cries. In mere seconds Inky was on the scene and she saw a small earth-pony mare backed into a corner with a gang of stallions closing in on her.

Inky didn’t need to guess what the stallion where trying to do and she immediately leaped into action. “Somepony, anypony save me!” The damsel in distress cried out, having nowhere else to run.

“Hehe...no one can hear you mare. Give up and just come with us, we’ll show you how to be a real mare,” The gang leader said in a smug and arrogant attitude. The other members of the gang started to laugh along with the stallion, scaring the poor mare even more. “Now why don’t you be a good mare and just come with us.” The gang leader reached out to the frighten mare.

She covered her eyes, helpless to stop the gang’s advances any longer. She awaited the unavoidable, but a loud smacking sound and the leader's voice crying in pain made her put her arms down to see what or who saved her.

In front of the group stood Inky as she concealed most of her face underneath the hood. The mare looked down to the ground to see the gang leader knocked out and his shoulder was sticking slightly out of place.

“Who the fuck are you!” One of the stallion thugs roared, angry that somepony was dumb enough to stop them from scoring another free mare.

Inky didn’t pay the thug any attention and just turned around to the fallen mare. “Are you alright?” She asked her voice soft and almost angelic.

The mare just looked back up to Inky and a feeling of safety and another she couldn’t describe washed over her. “Who are you?” The mare asked her voice still shaken up.

“I am-”

“Hey!” Inky was interrupted by one of the stallions of the gang “I was talking to you bitch! I asked you who the fuck do you-” The stallion demands were put to an end by Inky when she flung him across the alley way and into a bunch of trash cans. Everypony just stared at Inky as she showed no emotion to the amount of power she had at her fingertips.

“Now is that anyway to treat a mare?” That’s right Inky, keep them thinking that you’re some super being that far out of their leagues. Inky told herself keeping an aura of superiority over the comic book characters.

“Does it look like we care? You’re dead bitch!” Another one of the stallions said, charging at Inky. She just stood there not moving or showing any interest in stopping the stallion’s fist. Suddenly, just as the stallion reached Inky, she disappeared from view, then for seamlessly no reason at all the stallion collapsed to the ground holding his midsection in pain. Inky then re-appeared standing behind the stallion’s fallen body, not a trace of worry or stress on her face. Nothing.

The other members of the gang quickly wised up and fled for their lives, leaving their friend’s bodies on the ground. Inky allow a small giggle of victory escape her lips as she turned back around to the mare still on the ground. The mare just stared at Inky in shocked disbelief. Inky reached out a friendly hand, but the mare flinched still scared from the near rape experience.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” Inky said in a soft voice that seemed to reach the mare.

“W-who are you,” She asked taking Inky’s hand.

“Me? Why I’m just your friendly-neighborhood Mistress of the Night,” Inky said, spreading her wings and creating a powerful gust of wind forcing the mare to shield her eyes from the dust that was kicked into the air. She grab the mare by the waist, pulled her close, and took off to the air.

“Where are you taking me?” The mare demanded, having a deep fear of heights, but Inky knew about the fear.

“To your home. Care telling me where it is,” Inky asked, playing along with the comic book, finding it much more fun that way.

“It’s the Madam Apartments not to far from here,” The mare said wrapping her legs around Inky for better grip. Inky nodded and banked left toward the apartment complex. Man, I was really lazy with this first chapter wasn’t I? Inky thought to herself, scolding her laziness with her first adventure.

Inky slowed her flight to a slow stop in front of a balcony to one of the apartments. The mare was slightly confused as to how Inky knew where her apartment was, but with the day she had, decided best not to question it. She hopped out of Inky’s grip and onto the balcony below.

“You stay safe and try not to be out so late,” Inky said preparing to ‘leave’ the mare to her own business, but was stopped by the mare pulling on her tail. Inky turned around and put up the best curious face she could. “Yes what is it?”

“Umm, I-I...umm...would you...would you like to come in?” The mare asked looking very flustered and bothered. The smallest of smiles slided onto Inky’s face, she knew the real fun had only just begun.

“Why, what Mistress would I be if I didn’t hear out the plea of one in distress?” Inky asked landing on the balcony and following the mare inside her own apartment.

Five minutes later

Inky was laying on her back in the mare’s apartment, on top of the mare’s fairly large bed, cupping her own breasts as the mare licked and lapped at her marehood. In the real world, Inky could never be the dominant one, but here; in Bell Mare, she was the Mistress of the Night.

Inky’s silky voice echoed through the apartment as the mare was showing her appreciation for her rescue. She furiously attacked Inky’s marehood, swirling her tongue all around, and hitting all the right spots. Like most mares in Equestria, Inky had a thing for being with another mare, but was always too flustered to work up the nerve to be dominant.

Till now.

“Oh yes, your Mistress approves of your skills.” Inky moaned. Thanks to the enchantment and the potion, everything in the comic was really real. Down to the last touch. “D-deeper, your Mistress commands you to go deeper.”

The smaller mare did as her Mistress commanded and pushed in further, to the point where her nose was touching Inky’s swollen cilt. Inky screamed in pleasure and grabbed the mare by the mane to move her at her own pace. The mare didn’t complain about Inky’s assertive treatment, it seemed she was really enjoying the treatment, and she somehow she knew that Inky wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

Inky bent and twisted her hardened nipple, but moaned in disapproval that her other one was going untreated. Hearing her Mistress’ disapproving moan, the mare reached up to the 75-cup size breast, and pinched the nipple as hard as she could. The mare’s reward was Inky’s scream of approval, and her marehood thrusted further into her face.

As much power the comic had, Inky decided that she would try and keep some things as realistic as possible. Her stamina was one of those things. Inky shoved the mare’s head into her marehood and arched her back as she came. The orgasm caught the other mare by surprise as she hurried to drink all of her Mistress’ juicies.

Eventually, Inky’s orgasm ended, and she let the mare’s head go. The mare sat up licking off as much juice as she could off her face. “How was it Mistress?” She asked panting slightly.

“It was wonderful. Your Mistress greatly approved of your hard work,” Inky said already recovering from the first orgasm. “Now it is time for your Mistress to show you how much she approve,” Inky closed her eyes, using the magic in the comic book to reshape her marehood into something much more useful. When she heard the mare let out a lustful gasp, Inky knew that the trick had worked.

“You like,” Inky asked, gesturing to the thick rod in between her thighs.

“Y-yes Mistress I do,” The mare said almost breathless. The thick shaft was covered in Inky’s mare-cum and she could see it twitching with each breath its owner took. Without realizing it she started to lay on her back and removed her black lace panties.

“Yes that’s a good mare, you already know what your Mistress wants,” Inky said, slowly crawling towards the mare. Inky lined up her shaft to the mare’s pink walls and with one swift motion plunged right into the mare, filling her up--a perfect fit.

Both mares began to moan as Inky pull and thrusted back in, picking up a steady rhythm. “Oh yes, you are a perfect fit for your Mistress,” Inky moaned approval, picking up speed and power with each new thrust.

“T-thank you Mistress,” the mare said through the thrusting. Inky ripped off the mare’s jacket to find that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The mare blushed and turned away in shame.

“Oh you naughty little mare. No wonder why those stallions were harassing you,” Inky said, reaching down and sucking on the small breasts. The smaller mare cried out in bliss- begging Inky to speed up her thrusting- which she did happily.

“M-Mistress I’m not, not going to last much longer,” The mare said, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. Inky leaned in, pushing most of her weight with the thrusting down on the mare.

“Then cum for your Mistress,” Inky whispered in her ear, as she rammed the mare with her rod. The mare couldn’t take it any longer and upon her Mistress’s command, the mare clenched her marehood around Inky’s shaft, and wrapped her legs around her waist pulling her deeper inside. Inky spread her wings in a slight reflex and fired off the first load of her hot and steamy cum into the mare.

Inky kept pounding away as she fired more and more loads of cum into the mare. Most of the cum stayed inside of the mare, but some of it was shot out onto the two’s hips. Inky didn’t care as she continued to fuck the mare senseless. The ferocious pounding was enough to bring another orgasm to the mare.

In order to silence the mare’s cries, Inky pulled her into a lust filled kiss, shoving her tongue in the mare’s mouth, and immediately claiming dominants. Inky grabbed hold of the mare’s nipples and began to pinch and twist them harshly.

After another orgasm and massive load of cum, Inky buried herself deep within the stuffed mare, and passed out from the sheer force of the orgasm.

Baltimare city; Inky’s home 10:00PM

Inky slowly opened her eyes to find that she was on living room floor. With shakey legs she got up on her feet holding her head. She looked at the comic book laying neatly on her coffee table and all of the memories of the last few hours came rushing back to her.

She’d done it.

“I can’t believe it. I actually have a whole living world to myself,” Inky said picking up the book and hiding it in her bag. She looked towards the clock to see that it was a little after ten o’clock. “Hmm, I got home at nine, and I know I was in that comic for much longer than a hour. So why is it only showing the slight time difference?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe it has something to do with the potion.”

Inky walked to her kitchen to fix up a quick dinner of instant hay-noodles when knock came at her door. “Coming!” Inky shouted as she hurried to put the noodles in the microwave. Inky rushed to answer the door but stop in she saw her reflection in the stove’s glass door.

Back to the same old, same old Inky. The mare everyone could easily be pick on for being a nerd or having a better understanding of magic than others. The same clumsy, easy to tease, submissive, horny nerd that managed to get through school with minimal scars as possible.

She despised it.

“But this is my life,” Inky said in dejection. The knocking at the door broke her out of her sad thoughts and she ran to the door- nearly falling to the floor doing so. She opened the door to a brown mail-pony. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Are you Inky Brush?” The pony asked in a off-smooth taking voice better suited for a sales-pony. Inky nodded and the stallion handed her a small brown package. “This is for you, from a fan. Have a nice night.” The stallion turned away, walking down the street and was gone before Inky could understand what was going on.

She walked back into the living room after closing the door and just stared at the package. Inky was a smart mare and it didn’t take much for her to see that there was something fishy going on. First she gets a mysterious letter from a ‘fan’ , then she creates her own living world, and as soon as she returns another package from a ‘fan’.

“What’s going on.” Inky studied the package closely. Small, squarish, and it was some what heavy when she carried it. Come on Inky, you won’t know until you open it. She told herself, Inky wasn’t dumb she was going to open the package with her magic.

Just as she thought, the package seemed to be a silver metallic box of some kind. She carefully pulled the rest of the wrappings off of the box. The tin box seemed to have no magical properties to it and she spotted a letter on top.

Inky picked the letter up and began to read:

Dear Ms. Brush,

Hello,

Its me again, how have you been? Well if everything went according to plan then you just made your own very world. Congratulations! You now are a god of sorts. I know you must have so many questions swimming in that smart little head of yours, but sadly I’m not the one who will be answering those questions. But there’s plenty of time for that later.

For now let’s talk serious for a second. You, Inky Brush, are the god of that comic book of yours. Any and everything you do and say affects the contents and the ‘ponies’ inside. Nerve-racking isn’t it? Well I haven’t even go to the best part. The book is only ‘alive’ when you are in it. Make sense doesn’t it? But you should know all of your mistakes, all of your failures have a huge impact on the comic ponies lives.

Sure you could just seemly add a new character or write something out that would fix it, but where’s the fun in that? You might be wondering what’s in the box, well I didn’t want my favorite comic artist to run out of supplies. So I got you the BEST illustration tools in all Equestria! Please, there’s no need to thank me, just doing what every good fan should do.

-You biggest fan

P.S: Good luck Mistress of the Night.

Inky put the letter down, a wave of emotions flooded her mind. Should she be happy that one of her biggest dreams was right in her hands? Should she be fearful of the mysterious fan and his ‘gifts?’ Should she burn the book and the letters? Should she take the responsibilities of being a ‘god,’ could she take the responsibilities of being a god?

One thing was for sure, she was going to have to be much more careful when writing out a chapter for the book, and when she entered the world.

“This is what it means to be, ‘The Mistress of the Night.’” Inky said to herself as she made her decision. She just hoped it wasn’t the wrong one.

Author's Note

This marks the beginning of Inky's adventures as Mistress of the Night. Can she handle her overactive imagination, being a god? Or well she fail and get some pony killed? Stay tune and find out.