Inky: The Mistress of the Night

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“Yes, she is the pride of my eye. Just like her mother was.” Inky stood in her father’s dining room along with an entourage of nobles from the upper-class cities in the Lunar Republics. Inky was in the form of a small foal, no older than ten years.

Inky had always been a shy, small foal and never liked to be in the spotlight, but her father always insisted that nobles come to see his ‘pride and joy.’ The only reason any noble would even think of seeing the small filly was because she had more magic ability then the other fillies, colts, and even the fox cubs in her magic class.

At a young age, Inky’s father had trained her in the art of magic, proper etiquette, and other behavior quantities for when nobles decided to visit. At first Inky was glad that her father was proud of her, and the kids were impressed with Inky’s abilities, but it soon started to change. As soon as the nobles started to show up, even took time out of their day to sit in her class to watch her; Inky knew her lif wouldn’t be the same any more..

Inky wasn’t father wasn’t the riches of ponies, having a low-paying job as a magic enchanter, and having no real skills of his own. But nevertheless, nobles would come to visit the ‘Eden prodigy.’

Inky loved her father, she was happy every time he praised her to anyone, but there were times she wished she could be in her mother’s arms. Though, its hard to hug those that are dead. Inky’s mother had died a few short years after giving birth to her, leaving her father to take care of her. Inky could remember the depressed look on his face every time she came home after school, it broke her heart each time she saw it. And so everyday after school, Inky would study any magic instruction book laying around the house.

Days of studying turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned years of studying all matters of magic. It was soon that Inky discovered a love for art through studies in magic circles. Though she didn’t quite fully understand the complex practice of magic circles, she was able to create masterpieces of art far above her grade level.

Through the self-studying, Inky had stumbled upon an incomplete spell her mother started before she passed on. When she went to her father about the spell, he just said that she never had the chance to finish the spell. So Inky spent an entire summer studying her mother’s notes on the spell.

After weeks of studying, Inky finally learned the spell, and went to show her father. When he saw the ink-image spell his deceased wife started and his daughter finished, he was brought to tears from pride. Inky then got her cutie mark, a brush with ink splatters around it.

Inky was so happy to see her father smiling again that she continued to study spells, and within a few months after, nobles were already offering Inky’s father her a spot in the most prestigious schools in all of republics. Inky would have been overjoyed to be accepted to the best schools for magic, but then she realized that if she did go to any of these schools that she would be separated from her father.

But she held her tongue, knowing that it wasn’t right to speak out of turn. “Isn’t this great Inky dear? All these nobles want to send you to the best schools.” Even though her father’s voice was filled with joy, Inky was less than excited.

Inky did her best to hide the dejection in her voice before speaking. “Y-yes, that’s wonderful.” She lied. Her father either ignored the dejecting tone, or didn’t pay enough attention to hear it. He turned back around to speak with the new band of unidentifiable faces.

Inky continued to stand against the wall, not paying any attention to anything around her. Run. A ghostly voice echoed through Inky’s head but she didn’t react to it. Run, from here. The voice repeated, louder this time, and this time Inky reacted. She looked around the room, only seeing her father, and nobles talking about her future. None of them could have made the voice, Inky continued to look around when the voice started to ring out in her head. Run, from here. Run, from here. Inky didn’t know why but the voice sounded familiar and comforting. It was the first time she ever heard it before but she trust it much more than the noble or her own father.

“Inky dear.” Inky’s attention snapped back to her father as he and the nobles started to slowly walk over to her. Run. Inky didn’t know why but the way the nobles and her father was walking over to her, and the eerie twisted smiles on their faces scared her.

She started to back away from the closing group, unknown fear creeping up Inky’s spine. Run. The room around Inky started to melt into a black sludge, deforming anything it touched. Run. Inky tripped over her feet, falling to the sticky wet ground. She pulled herself out of the sludge, unable to understand what was going on, and not caring. Run. Inky spotted a pure white door, it glowing a golden light. She pushed through the rest of the sludge to reach the doorknob.

The door seemed to fly opened, filling the dream with a bright golden light.

Feather’s bedroom

“Ah!” Inky woke with a start, accidentally pushing Feather’s wing off her, and also waking her up.

“Inky? Inky, what’s the matter?” Feather tried to shake Inky out of her daze. Inky’s breathing was heavy and at an irregular pace. Feather instantly recognized the breathing as signs for hyperventilation and quickly pulled Inky in for a kiss to get her breathing back under control, also rubbing her back to help calm her down. Eventually Inky did thanks to Feather’s quick thinking and back rubbing. “Better?”

“Y-yeah,” Inky said, trying to recall the events of last night.

“Inky are you alright, you scared me for a second.” Inky looked towards Feather, a brief flashback to the nightmare made her jump a little, but she was able to hide it.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad dream,” She said, picking up her glasses from the nightstand, and turning around to getting up from the bed.

Feather also got up from the bed, stretching her wings outwards. “Well if you say so. What about some breakfast?” Inky thought about it for a second, knowing that it would be great to spend more time with Feather, but the odd dream- more like distorted memory -along with the changes to the book were to drastic changes that were too close together.

That and she needed to get dressed for work.

“Sorry Feather, I got to get home, and get ready for work, maybe lunch?” Feather threw Inky a confused look, which she caught. “Oh right, well I asked Madam for an extra shift this week, so I won’t be getting off till noon,” She explained, rubbing the back of her head with a sheepish grin.

“You promise?”

Inky clapped her hands together and bowed her head. “Promise.” She kept her head down until Feather gave her approval.

“Um, I don’t know,” Feather teased using Inky’s bowed head to sneak up in front of her. “Alright. I’ll met you at the shop.” Inky whipped her head up only to be caught in a kiss from Feather, also being pulled by her wings. After the shock of the surprise kiss ended, Inky slowly closed her eyes enjoying the warmth from Feather’s wings and kiss.

Run. Inky snapped her eyes open when the voice from the nightmare echoed through her head. By the time Feather pulled away, she recovered enough to not show it, but still had a bad feeling in the back of her head. “Well, uh, I better get going. See you later Feather.” Inky grabbed her bag and rushed downstairs.

She was out the door in mere seconds, her mind already working to solve the mysterious dream and voice. Okay, sure my foalhood was bad. Okay really bad, but that doesn’t explain anything. I love my dad, he’s a hardworking stallion, still is too. Sure I hated most of the nobles, but that’s no reason for me to think they would try and attack me. Inky could remember all the nobles coming to her house asking her father if he wanted her to go to some ‘prestigious’ school that they had some kind of shares in.

At first her father would simply talk to the nobles, but as she started to get closer to middle school the nobles started to press harder. Some would even band together just to get her father to agree to some compromise or another. Eventually her father did agree to one of the nobles, luckily the private school was just two towns away, so Inky could still visit her father when she need to, but it wasn’t enough to cover the hole in her heart when she was away.

Maybe I should visit more often, its been what? A whole year now? Yeah just about, last time was the convention. Maybe I’ll get to go again, maybe Feather would like to come with me, and met him. Inky started to became giddish at the thought of Feather meeting her father. She really missed him, but he told her that she had her own life to live, and that's just what she did.

Yup, definitely doing it. Inky reached her doorstep and pulled out her spare key from under the mat, unlocking the door. She tossed her stuff towards the couch, ascending the stairs, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

As the hot water from the shower rushed down her body, Inky could feel a slight soreness on her back, but she waved it off as her sleeping wrong. She quickly dried, picking out a midnight-blue long-sleeve shirt that had a bright white crescent moon on it, a pair of silver jeans, and a black jacket which was a custom made gift from one of her fans. She went down the stairs to her kitchen to fix up some pre-made waffles.

Inky looked towards the clock to see that she had twenty minutes before she actually had to start making her way towards the shop. There was a knock at Inky’s door, she was confused as to who would be at her door this early in the morning, but still went to answer.

“Hello?”

“Mail.” What a minute, Inky opened the door to the familiar deep sound of a diamond dog. Inky came face to face with Stone, as the two stared at each other. “Um, hey Inky. You um, you got some mail.” Stone handed Inky her usual brand of fan mail and bills.

“Um, thanks. So you work as a mail-dog for like what, a cover job,” Inky asked, taking note of the uniform that he was wearing.

“Gah, more like the city’s lap-dog,” Stone said, with a hint of hostility. Inky started to giggle at how silly Stone looked in the uniform, it was definitely not something a diamond dog of his size should be wearing. “And just what’s so funny?”

“N-nothing, it just, you look ridiculous in that.” Inky continued to laugh, much to Stone’s dislike. “So did everything go right last night,” She managed to ask after the fits were over with. From Stone not showing any injuries, Inky would have guessed that it went alright, but the immediate change in Stone’s face told her otherwise. “Oh-no did something happen?”

“No, no the mission was a complete success. We managed to stop them from sending a shipment of bane-crystals to the Crystal Empire, also we took in fifteen high-ranking Equine Kings in, its just that.” Stone sighed only making Inky worry more. “It’s just that Ignite used too much magic and is now recovering for the next few days, which is why I’m in this getup.”

“Oh, I hope she gets better.” Inky was relieved to hear the good new and the success of their mission but one question was still on her mind. “Stone, you said that you acted like an anti-hero, but you seem like the upstanding guy.”

“Man, you take every chance you get to learn, don’t you?” Stone joked, making Inky blush a little. “Well, if I gave the impression that anti-heroes are jerks, then that’s wrong.” Stone leaned against the door frame, thinking of the best way of answering Inky’s question

“Well, back a little time before all of us became elites, a team, and I were sent out to investigate a hostage situation. Let’s just say shit went south causing Sparks to be slightly injured.”

“Was she okay?”

“Oh yeah, fractured collar bone, but nothing med-magic couldn’t fix,” Stone said, waving off Inky’s worries, and also surprising him at how much she cared about others. “Now, at the time it didn’t look like that, it looked a lot worse, but I didn’t think about that. No, instinct, and rage blinded me. I went on a wild rampage, these claws you see here,” Stone raised a hand and unsheathe his claws. “are strong enough to cut through the toughest of earth, so ripping through somebodies wasn’t much trouble.”

“Oh.” Inky was able to fill in the rest of the story herself. She knew she could never imagine the true picture, but a few horror movies did help fill in some bits and pieces. “But how was that a bad thing?”

“Because the criminals were apart of the Golden Crescent, the Princesses orders were to bring them in alive, but I left them in body-bags.” Stone could still see the images of the group member’s bodies being ripped apart by his own hands. The blood-choked screams from the group members and the horrified look on the others when they saw the monstrous scene.

“Well, what happened? Its obvious you weren’t court martial,” Inky said, yet again surprising Stone.

“You’re right, I wasn’t court martial, but I was striped of my rank. I went from master sergeant to staff sergeant, that’s a two rank jump down, but it was better than what I thought was going to happen,” Stone said, pushing off the door frame. “Well I better get going, I got twenty more houses to hit before I can rip this thing off. See ya around Inky and stay safe.”

“I will. Bye Stone, and thanks again for everything you and the others did for us the other day.” Stone nodded before heading into the crowd of townsfolk. Inky closed the door, grabbed her waffles- which were slightly burnt, of course -along with her bag, and started to head to the shop.

It was a short two block walk before Inky was opening the door to the shop. Since it was Sunday, there wasn’t that many ponies inside, and only three- including Inky -on-hand to work today. She took her spot behind one of the counters in the shop, quickly saying greetings to her co-workers.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite artist.” Inky heard Madam call out her from the back room. “Good morning Inky, and how did the date go with Feather?” Inky blushed slightly when she saw the ‘dress’ Madam was wearing.

“G-good morning Madam, that’s um, an interesting choice of attire.” Madam was dress in a very loose nightgown revealing most of her body, despite the low temperatures. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Well yes, I had forgot that we were opening today, and I was running a bit late.” Madam walked over to Inky, a slight sway in her hips, giving the few stallions in the shop a bit of a show. “But enough about me and my struggles. I want to hear about you and Feather, spill it I want all of the details.”

“Um, well, our first date ended with a few, troubles, but I was able to make it up by treating her to a pizza.” Inky played with her thumbs, knowing that Madam was eating up the details.

“Aww, nice save Inky. So, did you, and Feather spent time to ‘get to know each other better,’” Madam asked, obviously hinting to something else, and it didn’t take long for Inky to understand what she meant.

“Well, yeah.” The blush her Inky’s gray coat made it hard for Madam not to just pick her up in a hug at how adorable she looked.

Madam was really enjoying teasing the mare, also knowing when to stop as well. “How was it?”

“Madam, I think we should get to work. Customers and stuff.” Inky reverted to the business-like tone she used when someone teased her. Madam chuckled at the predictable reaction, and just walked off to the back room. Inky took her spot, pulling out some paper and other art supplies. This wasn’t the first time Inky had worked on the Sunday morning shift, knowing that it was the slowest time for business.

She got to work on coming up with new situations for her in the book, wanting to see what she could do with it, and knowing that she not going to have much of anything to do for the next four hours. As the time slowly ticked by, small drops of ponies would come in either to check out a new book, or to place a pre-order for one that was due to come out soon. Inky helped out the new younger co-worker and inspiring artist, a pegasus mare the name of Arctic Winds, and Inky even showed her a few tricks when it came to designing a character.

Madam poked her head out from the back every now and again, only to see the two together enjoying each other’s company, and also sharing secrets with each other.

Thanks to Arctic, time seemed to pick up in, and the hours turned into minutes. Right before Inky was getting ready to leave, Madam gave her, and Arctic the task of taking stock of the new shipments of comic-books.

“Wow, so you’re from the Lunar Republics too,” Arctic asked, hovering above Inky as she recorded the number of books.

“Yup, I’m originally from Eden ,” Inky answered, taking note of the numbers of the shipment. “Wow, I think Madam is going to really go with adding on to the shop’s size.” The new number of comics were nearly twice the size of the last shipment.

“Wait a minute, Eden, famous artists.” Oh please no. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh you’re the Eden prodigy!” Arctic flew around, overjoyed that she met one of the most well-known ponies from the republics. “Oh I can’t believe that I’ve had the chance to learn from the Eden prodigy! You have no idea what kind of inspiration you are to me.”

Inky sighed from the other mare’s praises, making Arctic worry that she said something she shouldn’t have. “Oh-no, I didn’t offend you. Did I?” Arctic really didn’t want to get on Inky’s bad side, also didn’t want to lose the first pony that she actually have talked to since moving to Equestria.

“No, no its just that,” Inky stopped herself, trying to find the best way to explain her feelings about the topic. “The only reason I came to Equestria was so I could get away from that title, I didn’t want ponies to be my friends just because I could do more with my magic, and you won’t believe the many offers nobles would send my way.” Inky pinched the bridge of her nose, the mere memory of ‘love’ letters she got in high school still brought a slight headache to her.

“Oh, I see.” Arctic never really thought about the pressure Inky must have felt just being called the ‘Eden prodigy.’

“So, I came to Equestria for college when I was offered a full-ride scholarship, and I just stayed here.” Inky was glad that most ponies in Equestria didn’t know anything about the Lunar Republics before the Lunar Princesses return a few years ago. “Sure my life would have been much better in the republics, but its not the life I wanted to live. You know?”

“Yeah, I can understand,” Arctic said, finally understanding more about Inky, and the choices she made. “Heh, I crack under pressure when I have others depending on me, that’s why I tend to work alone. So, Inky got any new projects you’re working on?” Arctic changed the subject, getting back to work counting the rows of books.

“Well, I started on a personal project.” Inky too went back to work, knowing that she could make the comic-book more fun if she had somepony adding stuff to it as well.

“A personal project?” Being only just out of college, Arctic wasn’t too familiar with the terms that other artists would use.

“Yeah, a short of testing ground for my other books. I make new characters designs, added them to the enchanted book, and see how they play out.” Inky got ready to set up Arctic for her offer. “If you want, I could test out any designs that you have. You don’t have to worry about me using them or anything, I’m not going to publish the book anyway.”

“Really!” Arctic's wings fluttered behind her from the excitement. “I mean- ahem -sure that would be very appreciated.” She finished with a more business tone.

“Ha, Arctic this is just for fun, there’s no need to take it seriously.” Inky knew that Arctic was trying to make a good impression for her first collaborative work, the same thing she did when she was just starting out. Arctic visibly relaxed when she heard the friendliness in Inky’s voice, still overjoyed that she’ll be working with one of her favorite artists. “So Arctic, which part of the republics are you from?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m from Nenúfar. It’s a small island on the east coast,” Arctic answered.

“Nenúfar? I’ve heard of that place, its the fishing town right,” Inky asked, hearing about the small fishing town on the east coast. Arctic nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “Oh there’s nothing wrong with it, I’ve actually wanted to visit the place. I heard that they have beautiful beach resorts”

“Yeah, every summer me, and my mom always go.” Arctic smiled at the fond memories she had of her mother going to the beach during summer vacation. Inky did her best to not negatively react to Arctic’s warm memories of her mother, wishing she had the same chances.

“Really? I’ve never really been to the beach, or anywhere like that.” While most foals played in the summer’s heat, Inky stayed inside studying new spells, or drawing by herself. Looking back, Inky had wish that she spent more time making friends then studying, but then again she most likely wouldn’t be where she was now.

“What, really? Oh Inky you’ve got to go some time, its so much fun. Hey maybe we could go together, I’ve been planning to visit my mom back in the republics during the summer.” Inky thought about Arctic’s offer, as she too have been thinking about seeing her father, and maybe she’ll get to know more about Arctic.

“Sure, I’ve wanted a reason to head back,” Inky said, smiling at the thought, and also unknowingly making Arctic’s day.

“Great, I can’t wait.” Inky nodded, quickly finishing docking down the new stock, and leading Arctic out of the storage room.

Inky glanced towards the clock, seeing that it was close to noon, and also close to her lunch-date with Feather. “Hey Arctic, I’ll see ya later. I need to head out with my marefriend, we’re having lunch.” Inky packed up her stuff, getting ready to leave, but Madam stopped her.

“Actually Inky, I wanted to see if you’ll be ever so kind as to show Arctic around. She is new to Baltimare.” Inky glanced towards Arctic, who had a sheepish grin on her face.

“I-its fine, I know my way home, and I could always fly up to get a good view of everything.” To emphasize her point, Arctic gave a flap with her wings, lifting herself off the ground with ease.

“Are you sure Arctic,” Inky asked, knowing that Baltimare could get very dangerous with the wrong turn. “There are certain places you don’t go at night.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll stay out of trouble.” Arctic sounded assure of herself, but Inky really didn’t want her to accidentally stumble onto the Equine Kings like she and Feather did.

Inky lit her horn, pulling Arctic’s sapphire -blue phone out of her back pocket, and placed her phone number in it. “Here, if you ever need anything.” Inky handed Arctic’s phone back and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Well I’ll talk to you later Arctic, Madam. Have a nice day you two.” Inky waved at the two mare and headed out the door.

“Um, now that was odd,” Madam said, taking note of the slight change in Inky’s personality. “Inky is never the one to take charge, sure she's a very kind mare, but she never would do anything like that.” The more Madam thought about it, the harder it was to piece it together, but eventually she dropped it. “So, Arctic you sure you’ll be fine?”

Arctic wordlessly stared at the door, spotting Inky talking to another mare who she assumed was her marefriend, and a touch of odd emotions filled her heart. “Arctic, sweetie?” It took Madam’s hand to shake Arctic out of her stare.

“Huh, y-yeah I’ll be fine. Well, I’ll see ya tomorrow Madam,” Arctic quickly said, grabbing her stuff, and heading out the door flying straight home. Madam shook her head. If I had a bit every time I saw somepony having a crush on Inky. She walked back to the adult section of the shop, knowing that the next shift of ponies should be coming in soon.

Sugar Sweets

The Sugar Sweets, a hot-spot for all ponies to enjoy a nice meal, and hang out. Luckily the Sugar Sweets was far from any reported mafia activity, so ponies could enjoy their meals in peace. The bakery was run by Moon and her family as they all made a living off the baked goods ponies would buy.

Feather lead Inky by the wing, inside the bakery as rush-hour kicked into full swing, and the line to the cash-register looked like a distant dream. Feather was going on about her lazy Sunday morning, telling Inky of the raid Star’s team did last night, and also going on about some new TV show she started watching.

“So, its about a mare, falling in love with her own reflection?” Inky had heard of loose plot lines before, even making up some herself, but this one took the cake.

“Gah no, well yes, I don’t know, but the way it went was pretty funny.” Feather shrugged her shoulders, not really caring much about the weak plot. “So how was the four hours of work,” She asked, realizing her day hadn’t been that productive.

“It was pretty easy, we even got a new worker too. Her name is Arctic Winds, she just started, and she new to Baltimare.” Inky was glad that Arctic was there at work, she really helped move the day by faster, and it was nice to met someone else from the Lunar Republics.

“Oh yeah? I hope I get to met her, also hope she doesn’t get into trouble with the Equine Kings.” The line finally started to move up, allowing Feather, and Inky to be next in line.

“Oh I’m sure she’ll be fine, I gave her my phone number to be sure.” Inky could tell that Arctic was a smart mare but it never hurts to be safe. “She’s a new artist too, so I was helping her learn a few things, and she even showed me a few things too.”

“Well now I definitely got to met her,” Feather said, moving up in the line. “Hey, Moon how’s work treating ya?” Feather greeted her friend.

“Oh hi you two, what can I get for you?” Moon pulled out a notepad and pen ready to take the two’s orders.

“Um, I’ll have a hay-flower sandwich, with a Bolt drink.” Feather order the usually thing she would get every time she came to the bakery.

“Alright, and what would you like Inky?”

“I’ll just get an egg & cheese sandwich, with some fruit punch.” Moon nodded, taking down the two’s orders, and adding up the price.

“Alright girls that will be ten bits.” Inky went for her bits in her bag, but Feather stopped her, pulling out her own bit-pouch.

“I got this one,” She said, paying for both her’s and Inky’s lunch. Moon took the bits, telling them that their food should be ready in just a minute, and that they can take any seat they would like. Feather nodded, saying words of thanks, and lead Inky towards a seat near a window. “So, Inky got any other plans for today?” Feather rested her arms on the table and also placed her head on them as well. In doing so, Inky caught a glance of Feather’s nipples, telling her she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Um, yeah, got some laundry to get done, bills are due, and I guess I could use some free time to work on stuff.” Inky tried her best to look away from the alluring nipples but always found her eyes wandering back.

Feather caught Inky’s wandering eyes, smirking at how cute Inky looked when she was blushing. “Ah I see, well, I guess you and I have the same schedule.” Feather caught Moon coming their way, so she straightened up hiding the nipples back in their fabric prisons that Inky wanted to tear down.

“Well here you two go, enjoy.” Moon handed the two’s food and walked back to the counter. Feather and Inky duged into their sandwiches both savoring the taste.

“So, how are you and Jet cousins,” Inky asked, striking up a conversation.

Inky’s house

Inky sat on top of her washer as it was in the final spin cycle. Ever since Feather told her the story of how she and Jet were cousins, Inky still had a hard time wrapping her head around it. Okay, so Jet’s Aunty married Feather’s Uncle, but then they got a divorce, but then turned around marrying Jet’s cousin? I thought my life was weird. As soon as Inky got home she removed most of her clothes, aside from a tank-top that came half-way, and a pair of shorts.

She quickly fell back into her usual Sunday routine when she got home, now all that was left to do was check up on the book, and maybe have a little fun. No Inky, you have a marefriend for Celestia’s sake. You don’t need to go around fucking comic book characters. The whole time Inky had been telling herself that she couldn’t use the comic book in the way she wanted too, but now it hit her, they’re just comic book characters- all of which she made mostly for that purpose. Does it count as cheating? Will Feather care?

Inky didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her new relationship with Feather, more importantly she didn’t want their friendship to end over a book. No, I can still have fun, I just can’t do that. Simple right? The buzzer from the washer brought Inky out of her day-dreams, telling her that she still needed to get them in the dryer.

She walked up the stairs heading to her room. Inky spotted the book sitting on top of her desk in her room, she picked the book up flipped to the page with the spell on it, and 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

None will stop her furious might

With speed and power,

All will learn her name

She arrives in a black flame

The nighttime is her hour

She’ll rise, taking flight

As Mistress of the Night

Bell Mare; Moon Galleries

Inky- now dressed as Mistress -walked on top of building over looking one of the most famous art galleries in Bell Mare; The Moon Galleries. The moon hung high above Inky as she waited for something- anything -to happen that would give her a reason to step in.

Just as commanded, an explosion erupted from the building, rocking the ground sending ponies to the ground for cover. When the dust settled, the silhouette of a mare started to appear from the remains, and Inky instantly recognized it as one of Envy’s sisters; Pride.

Just like she did with Envy, Pride was based off of one of the followers for Envy. Pride, herself, was a beautiful mare, long natural silky-blue hair, curvy body that every mare would want, and a full chest to even her out. All of this Pride would take good care of, never allowing anypony to have anything over her, and using her quick anger to insure that they couldn’t.

Pride walked with a practiced stride that would make it seem like she didn’t do anything wrong, but the smirk on her face gave it all away in an instant. Her chest would bounce ever so slightly with each click of her heels.

Guard transports and pegasi soon arrived on the scene, all armed, and pointing spell guns at Pride. Though she didn’t stop her stride, even under the command of the officers, and the charged spell-guns Pride still made her way towards them. Inky watched from the rooftops, knowing that the guards weren’t going to be able to stop her, and wanting to see how the book changed the character.

The captain of the guard gave the order to open fire on the mare, which they did without second thought, but Pride still didn’t flinch. The squad of unicorns let loose a barrage of magic-bullets at Pride, causing a cloud of dust, and ink from Inky’s altered view of the comic. The captain gave the order of cease fire, the unicorns did as they were told, and everyone awaited for any signs of Pride.

Suddenly a black tendril shot out towards the captain, piercing him through the chest making him choke on his own blood, and quickly tossed him aside. The guards were left in shock at the brutal display, the unicorns were going to open fire again, but each one was stop by their own tendril through the head. The tentacles threw the dead-weights around like mere ragdolls, making them fly into the remaining guards.

Whatever guard that was left standing was thrown back by a black wind that also tossed the transports, dead bodies, and other objects in the area around with ease. By the time the dust had settled and the able bodied guards stood up, Pride was gone without a single trace.

Inky turned around, already knowing where Pride was hiding out, and also knowing just what to do with the pony. Inky unfurled her wings, stealthy taking flight so as to not be seen by any of the guards, and headed straight for Pride’s hideout. Inky flew to the other side of Bell Mare faster than any pegasi could dream of, coming to a guide above a fancy high-rise complex.

Inky spied Pride rematerializing on top of the high-rise, and calmly walking in, knowing that no one could have followed her. Inky landed on the balcony, spotting Pride putting up her latest addiction in her room, Inky also spotted the familiar form of Envy who was balled up on the bed.

That’s right, one of my powers is to bring a mare to an intense heat, and desire for me. I left Envy all alone to deal with it, so now she dealing with what? Well it’s been a whole twenty-four hours, the power supposed to make it feel like days so that’s twenty-four full days of non-stop heat. Wow, I’m evil. Well let’s fix that. Pride sat on the bed, rubbing Envy on her back, still trying to comfort her. Ever since yesterday Envy had been locked up in Pride’s home, continually muttering Inky’s name over and over again.

Inky popped the lock to the room, and strolled right in. “Well if it isn’t my two least favorite ponies.” Both Envy and Pride whipped their heads towards Inky, as she leaned against the doorframe with an elbow. Both mares shot Inky a smile, but one was of pure joy and relief, the other was a twisted and deadly one.

“Mistress!” Envy jumped from her sister’s arms, running straight to Inky's, and burying her head in Inky’s chest. However, the needed embrace of her mistress was cut short by a black tentacle, and jerked her back to the bed.

Inky raised a bored head towards Pride, who controlled her shadow for the spike limps. “So, you’re this ‘Mistress’ I’ve been hearing whispers about.” Pride sounded as though she didn’t needed to be bothered with Inky, or anyone else for that matter. “You don’t seem to be anything special and that outfit is completely pretentious.”

Everyone is a fucking critic. Inky held her tongue, opting to take a step forward, and enticing a reaction from Envy who was tied to the bed. “M-Mistress,” She cried out feeling her body grow hotter with each step from Inky.

Pride caught on to what was happening to her sister, having a feeling that Inky was somehow behind Envy’s odd behavior. Pride shot out tendrils in attempt to halt Inky’s movement. Seeing the incoming black spikes, Inky used her wings as shields to deflect them, also sending a gust of wind towards Pride.

She was knocked down, but was able to use a nightstand as a brace. Pride wrapped her shadow around a vases that was sitting on the table, throwing it at Inky, who merely swatted away the porcelain. Pride started to throw more objects around her room, only for it to be smashed by Inky’s wings, and hearing Envy’s cries grow louder.

“What makes you different huh? What gives you the right to think that you’re better than everyone else?” Pride quickly ran out of things to throw and by the time she looked up again, Inky had already had two fingers overlapping each other, pointed right on top of her forehead

“Because I am.” Inky flicked her finger on Pride’s forehead and instead of a mere tap, the force of the flick was hard enough to make Pride’s vision go black, and with a little magic shredded her clothes. Inky bent down, grabbing Pride by the cheeks, and directed her face towards her’s. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Pride’s vision faded shortly after, leaving Inky to have fun with Envy, who was finally free of the black restrains. “Mistress!” She yet again wrapped her arms around Inky, as though Inky just saved her. “I missed you so much, you just left me sitting at that warehouse all day, but now you’re here!” Envy squeezed harder, breathing in as much of her mistress’s scent as she possibly could.

“I know, and for that I’m sorry. So, now allow me to correct my mistake.” Inky patted Envy’s head, using her ‘super-hero strength’ to pick her up, and carry her over to a love-seat on the other side. She laid down, sitting Envy on top, and opened the front of her jacket revealing her large set of milky breasts. Envy stared at the erect nipples, a small stream of milk was seen leaking out only making her want to drive right in, but she waited for permission first. “Go ahead, you deserve it for waiting all day.”

Envy didn’t waste a second thought before latching on to the nipples, sucking away at the sweet milk, and giving the other nipple attention with a pinch. Inky moaned from the attentive appreciation she was getting for her gift to Envy, she allowed for her to take control knowing that she wouldn’t do any thing that she didn’t want her to. Envy would switch up nipples every minute or so, licking up any milk that she missed before switching up to the other one.

Inky wanted more attention from the mare, so she started to push her head downwards, and grab a lock of Envy’s green mane. Envy was able to take that as a sign of permission to continue. She unzipped the rest of Inky’s jacket, revealing the rest of the stunning body before her, and started to lick her way down. Envy enjoyed the powerful scent that Inky was giving off, each lick had her wanting more, and more all to herself.

Soon she reached the zipper to Inky’s black pants, grabbing it by her teeth, and pulling down. Envy played around with the midnight-blue panties making Inky moan in approval. She rubbed two fingers around the hem of the fabric prison, taking her time before removing them, and she took a deep breath of Inky’s intoxicating scent.

Envy gave an experimental lick of Inky’s glancing marehood, Inky’s moans told her that the lick was appreciated, and she continued to lick the leaking marehood. She soon found a rhythm that made Inky purr out her name. Enjoying the attention she was getting from Envy, Inky cupped her own breast, and started to suck on her own nipples. The warm liquid brought a smile to Inky’s face as she continued to suck on the lactating nipples.

From Inky’s moans, Envy grew bolder with each lick, and finally pushed her tongue inside. A new wave of sweet taste washed over Envy, sending her to lap up as much of the juices as possible, and making Inky’s cries grow in volume signifying that she was close to a climax. Envy lifted Inky’s legs slightly to get a better angle at her gift from Inky, pushing her tongue in further, and reaching Inky’s clit.

As Envy attacked the swollen bottom, Inky failed to keep herself from the edge any longer. Inky’s climatic wave flooded Envy’s tongue, sending her into a frenzy to lap up all the juices not wanting to waste a single drop. Inky climax soon ended, with Envy cleaning off the remaining juices from her marehood, and the still warm milk from her breasts.

Inky collapsed on the couch with Envy still attending to cleaning her. Envy’s hot breath drove Inky wild and made her forget anything that could possibly worry her. Right now, the outside world didn’t exist. Right now, she was the ruler of this world, and right now she is the mistress.

A groaning sound coming from Pride, told her that the fun had just begun. Pride started to lift herself up from the floor, rubbing the spot where Inky flicked her head. She couldn’t believe some no-named mare was able to knock her out so easily, in her own home as well. “Mm...why that little-”

“So you’re finally up?” Pride raised her head towards Inky, who was still lying down on the couch with Envy pressed in her chest. Pride could not only see the wet stains on Envy’s face, in between Inky’s leg, but also she could smell the remnants of Inky’s gift to Envy.

“You bitch!” A foul scowl appeared on Pride’s face as she commanded her shadow to from in a massive spike heading straight for Inky. Just as the spike came in close, a green copy of the same spike collided with it. Pride looked down towards Inky’s arms to see a thin link of smoke coming from Envy’s horn and also the flat look she was giving her. “Envy what are you doing?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt my mistress, not even my own sisters, and the same goes for you Pride.” Envy nuzzled into Inky’s chest more, her reward was a gentle pat on the head from Inky.

Pride’s fury was shown not only on her flawless face but also with her magic as multiple tentacles formed at her feet. “Release my sister, you succubus!” Envy started to crower in Inky’s chest, knowing that she didn’t have enough magic to take on her sister. She looked towards Inky, who still had calm expression on her face that told Envy everything was going to be alright.

Tired of dealing with Inky, Pride released her fury on her sending each tentacle towards the pair. Envy didn’t filched when Inky shielded them with her wings, reflecting back the tentacles to Pride, and instead of simply allowing her to regain control over them Inky infused a touch of her own magic in them. The tentacles wrapped themselves around Pride, who was no match for Inky’s magic.

Her hands, legs, and feet were all bounded together. Pride tried her magic, but found that too was stop by a tentacle wrapping itself around her horn, cutting off her magic. But the tentacles didn’t stop there, her breasts were tightly bound making them stick out more, and she could feel Inky’s magic moving about each black limb.

Still without her clothes, Pride could feel every inch of the tentacles near non-stop movement. Rubbing up and down her body. “L-let me go,” She commanded, struggling against the restraints.

Envy stared at her bound sister, not believing somepony as powerful as her was defeated so easily, by her own powers no less. “Envy,” Inky started, braking Envy out of her thoughts. “Why don’t we teach your sister some matters?”

A heated blush grew on Envy’s face at the thought of helping her mistress claim another mare. Envy again was pulled out of her thoughts by Inky pulling her in for a kiss. Their horns crossed, creating magical sparks, and allowing Inky to let some of her magic to flow in Envy. She moaned when she felt magic being transferred from Inky to her, also feeling Inky help her shape the magic.

“M-Mistress, my body feels hot.” The magic flowed through Envy’s body making her feel like she was on fire. The magic went from her horn, to her chest, and finally to her marehood. Envy’s panties started to feel tighter and tighter to the point where it was near unbearable. Her chest started to grow heavy as well and it felt like her clitoris was being constantly rubbed.

The chest expansion and rubbing was far too much for Envy to take as she came. It was then she was able to see what Inky has done to her. Looking down she saw a eight inch shaft, throbbing in a too small confinement, and that her chest size went from a modest c-cup to a much larger d-cup.

She gave the new breasts a squeeze to see if they were real, moaning, and milk told her that they were as real as anything else in the comic. Inky sat up, pushing Envy down to her back, and removing the cum-stain panties. Envy was now able to give the new appendage a better look, thick vines lined the sides of it, with a large head still glistening with cum.

“Do you like your gift from your mistress?” Envy looked over to Inky, who was standing with her own ten inch shaft that had even thicker veins. All Envy could do was dumbly nod her head in response, already having a sudden craving for the massive rod to be buried deep inside of her.

“Then lets share this gift with your sister.” Inky lit her horn, lifting the awestruck Pride off the floor, and onto the bed. Inky manipulated the tendrils to lift Pride’s flank high in the air, also moving her tail out of the way, and aiming her mare-breaker towards Pride’s tight rosebud.

“N-no, no! N-not there, p-please,” Pride begged, fearing the massive rod, and the one it belonged to. Inky ignored Pride’s pleases and begun to push in the tight hole. Pride could feel the head push past the outer wall, only letting more in as it stretched her wide, and causing her more pain than pleasure.

Inky nearly doubled over from Pride’s tightness, each inch was harder than the last, and she couldn’t believe how close she felt just from entering. Pride cried out from the pain, no longer trying to waste her energy in escaping. Seeing the tears in her sister’s eyes and knowing that her mistress had intended for her to take Pride’s marehood, Envy crawled on to the bed sealing Pride’s lips with her’s.

Inky pushed in just past halfway of her shaft, knowing that it would be best to stop, and allow Envy to enter. She grab Pride by her breasts, forcing her to sit up on her shaft only making more of it push in. Envy removed her shirt, pressing her breasts against Pride’s- which was still slightly smaller -and aimed her shaft to her sister’s marehood. She looked in Pride’s teary sapphire eyes, awaiting permission to enter. Pride, who had already resigned to her fate, nodded her head, and braced herself for her sister’s rod.

Envy started to push her way in, spreading Pride’s marehood to fit around her shaft. Envy’s entry was much easier than Inky’s, especially after her body reacting to Inky’s attraction powers making Pride’s marehood wet. Envy pushed further in bearing more weight down on Inky, pushing Pride further down on her shaft.

“E-Envy, it hurts,” Pride stuttered, the dual massive rods filling Pride more than she ever been. Soon Inky could no longer hold back her desires, again using her ‘super-pony’ strength to push the two down on the bed, and be pulling out of Pride only to push right back in shortly after.

Envy soon started to thrust in time with Inky’s, the two of them building a rhythm. Pride was completely trapped between Inky and Envy, the pain of the dual penetration turning into pleasure. Pride was lost in the the mind destroying lust, the pain from Inky was being replaced by the pleasure from Envy, and it quickly became hard for her to tell which was which.

Inky had a hard time keeping whatever self-control she had left, Pride’s tight hole drove her mad, and made her body beg for release. Envy was faring no better, only just recovering from her last sudden climax, and just getting used to the feeling of having a shaft, her peak was close at hand.

Of all of them though, Pride was the one on the short end of the stick. Having to take Inky’s mare-breaker from behind along with Envy’s shaft, was enough to push her over the edge. Her marehood clamped down on Envy’s shaft but she still kept up with Inky’s thrusts.

Violent loud slapping sound echoed throughout the room each time Inky pushed in. Pride could feel both Inky’s and Envy’s shafts throbbing inside of her, knowing that they both were at the edge. Inky pushed more of her weight down on the two smaller mares, the feeling of her shaft going to explode spurred her on with the thrusting.

She roughly bit on the back of Pride’s neck, biting down leaving her teeth marks in the sink. Pride cried from the pain only to be yet again sealed by Envy’s lips. The two mare’s horns crossed, sparking their magic from each other sending the magic through their bodies, and pushing both of them over the edge.

Pride’s marehood was quickly filled by Envy’s first load of cum, the excess leaking out around her shaft. Inky soon followed after, completely burying her shaft all the way in, and letting loose a massive torrent of cum. Pride was forced to cum again from the force and volume of Inky’s cum. It got to the point where Inky was pushed out of the tight hole, firing the rest of her thick creamy cum on the two mares.

Inky collapsed backwards to the head of the bed, panting, and savoring the afterglow of the intense love making with the two sisters. Weight on legs made her look down to see Pride and Envy cleaning off the remains of cum. Inky backed the two over with a finger, which they answered.

Both Pride and Envy took a spot on Inky’s chest. “Now, was that hard?” The two shook their heads, bright- tried -smiles on their faces. “Good, remember this is my town.” Soon the three fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

Inky’s room, 9:58PM

Inky slowly opened her eyes, the bright light from her lamp forced her to shut them again, but she able to turn them off with her magic. She raised her head off the desk, a slight creak in her neck, and the soreness in her back made any movement difficult. She blinked a few times before the memories of the events in the comic book flashed through her head.

Her eyes grew wide at the slow realization of what she did. A wave of pure sickness and disgust overtook her, the room around her started to spin, and she felt as though she committed the worst crime in Equestrian history.

Inky’s mind was sent reeling at the way she acted in the comic. She started to question herself of the things that she did, of the things that she still can do.

Inky need a way to fix the mess that she created, anyway to make the guilt go away, anything that she could do to make amends with Feather without her knowing.

She slumped in her chair, sighing, and looked up to the ceiling.

“Well, fuck.”

Author's Note

Huh-oh, Inky is in trouble now. How will she fix this mess? Does it even matter? Will Inky be able to control 'Mistress' or will her life fall apart around her? Stay tune to find out!

-Sid