Author's Note

Pre-Warning: This chapter contains evil things, and will not hamper you in any way to skip it. Well, maybe it might, a little. But nothing so much so as to completely throw you off. You can use your imagination, not your eyes.
I didn't want to do this... I'm sorry...

Also, I forgot to ask everybody what their favorite CreepyPasta is. Mine is Laughing Jack. What's yours? Do you have one? Do you know what a CreepyPasta is?
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I Love Hating you...

"And the tape ended in static..."

Rainbow was shivering and shaking next to me, constantly looking over her shoulder into the woods. The tiniest of noises made her jump, and just the breeze was enough to make her scream.

I leaned back, sighing happily and taking a long drag of my joint. I held it in for a few seconds, then I blew it out through my nose, watching Rainbow freak out.

She chuckled nervously as she noticed me watching her. "Heh, that was, uh, a- a really good story... hehe, yeah, really, uh, creepy!"

I raised a brow at her. "Are you scared?" I asked playfully.

She puffed out her chest. "Me? Scared?" she laughed. "I don't think so!"

A twig broke behind her.

She screamed loudly and flew into the tent I spawned faster than I could fully perceive.

I chuckled to myself as I poked the fire with a stick. "Going to bed so soon?" I teased her. "Well, I don't blame you. The first time I heard that story I was pretty freaked out too."

She poked her head out of the tent, looking at me. "Is... Is it true?" she asked quietly.

I shrugged. "Who knows?" I said, staring into the fire. "The camera footage actually exists, but some people say it's fake. Others... though..." I looked at her, my eyes wide. "They say it's very real. They know, because they've seen it. They've seen him... The Rake!" I yelled loudly, throwing my hands up into the air.

She yelped and ducked back into the tent.

I laughed to myself, going back to jabbing at the fire. I liked fire. It was so pretty. And I could set shit on fire with it!

I did this for a good twenty minutes before I got bored and decided to go for a walk around the small area where our camp was. It wasn't a large area, maybe the size of the inside of a Taco Bell, give or take. It was during this walk that I found a small creature in a bush at the very edge of our camping spot.

I bent down, staring at it. "The fuck is a chicken doing here?" I asked myself out loud.

The thing turned to face me, squawking at me.

I scowled at it. "Well fuck you too, asshole. If I'm ugly, then you're down right hideous."

It narrowed its eyes at me, bawking and squabbling at me angrily.

I snorted. "No, I'm not from here, dumbass. Do I look like a pony to you? Fucking retard..."

It growled at me.

I blinked. "The fuck kind of chicken are you? You're not supposed to growl," I said angrily.

It raised out of the bushes. All of it. The chicken body, the snake tail, the draconic wings.

I stared at it, not sure what to think. "Well, this is new and different."

It glared at me, its eyes turning red and beady.

I scowled back at it. "Hey, fuck you buddy!" I yelled at it, raising up my middle finger.

It took on a surprised face, staring at me in shock. Then its tail turned to stone, the grey coating raising up its body until the head was encased as well.

I raised a brow and took off my cheap knock-off Ray Bans. Looking at the front of the lenses, I could see that they were thinly layered in stone. "Thank fucking God for reflective shades..."

Deciding not to push my luck, I went back to the little camp and sat back down by the fire. It lasted a few more minutes before a voice called out to me.

"Uh, hey... Are you there?" Rainbow's voice called from the tent.

I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm back in my house, enjoying the company of dozens of beautiful women all at once ," I said sarcastically.

Rainbow peeked out of the tent again, looking at me fearfully. "I can't sleep," she said.

I blinked. "Okay?"

She bit her lip and looked at me pleadingly. "Can you... Can you sleep with me?"

I blinked again. "What?"

She sighed. "I'll admit it. I'm... I'm scared, okay? I can't sleep and... I want you here... to... y'know..."

I closed my eyes and took in a tired breath. "And you want me to do what exactly? If anything comes, I can kill it just as good out here as I could in there," I told her.

She gave me a pitiful look. "Please...?"

Sighing, I pushed myself up and tossed a few more large logs on the fire before I went over to the tent. "Move," I told her as I crouched down to climb inside.

It was small inside the tent. Barely enough room for me, and nowhere enough room for both of us.

I picked her up and lay on my back, placing her back down next to me. "This is ridiculous," I said angrily.

She frowned. "Couldn't you make a bigger tent?"

I scowled. "I don't have a bigger tent model..." I mumbled.

She frowned even more. "Well... can you move over?"

I stared at her. "Move over where? There's no room!"

She glared at me. "Well this is your fault! You got us stuck here!"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You have wings. Just fly away."

She scoffed. "It's pitch black out! I can't see well enough to fly anywhere! Plus you made all that fog! I'd get lost before I made it five miles!"

I gave her a cold look. "Fuck this," I said as I began to take off my shirt.

Her face reddened a little bit. "W- what are you doing?!"

I snorted. "Don't flatter yourself. If I'm going to be stuck in here, I need to be comfortable to be able to sleep."

Her eyes widened a bit. "So make a pillow!"

I smirked at her. "I am." I then took off my combat gear and boots and placed them at my feet. Then I took off my shirt, pants, head gear, and gloves, rolled them into a ball and placed them behind my head. I was now only in my dirty wife beater and boxers.

I looked at Rainbow's beet red face. "Is there a problem?" I asked smugly.

She glared at me, blushing furiously. "I don't have anywhere to sleep!" she complained loudly.

I widened my smirk just a hair. "You can sleep here," I said, patting my chest.

She glared even harder. "That's just weird..."

I laughed. "Yeah, so is being scared by a story," I said, striking a blow.

She gave me a sour look. "If you tell anypony this happened, I'll be the end of you," she threatened.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. "Mhm, sure thing Butch. Now, go to sleep."

She growled at me, causing me to smile. "I told you, I'm not a lesbian," she said angrily, jabbing me in the chest.

I cracked open one eye. "Prove it."

She was furious, I could tell. "How? I kissed you, but you said it wasn't enough. There isn't anything else to do!"

I pulled back my upper lip into a toothy smile, raising my eyebrows at her.

It took a second for the information to click. "No. No way. I'm not doing that. Not with you, ever."

I shrugged and closed my eye again. "Fine."

"I'm not a lesbian," she growled at me.

I snickered. "Sure thing Butch. And I'm a Wookie. Ggggrrrrrrhhhhhh!"

There was silence.

I could feel myself slowly slipping into sleep. I vaguely hoped that I would have some kind of dream about swimming. I liked swimming.

I felt a pressure on my lips.

I opened my eyes to see Rainbow kissing me, a blush on her cheeks and her eyes closed. I smiled in triumph and kissed her back, using my tongue to part her lips and deepen the kiss.

He eyes opened, a glare in them directed at me.

I looked back at her, a cocky smile in my eyes directed at her.

I put my hand in her mane again, just like last time. And, just like last time, I pulled her on to me, forcing us together roughly. I kissed her, almost violently.

Something inside of me wanted me to do this. I didn't, it was a joke. A stupid prank to mess with her. But as the temperature in that little tent rose, so did my lustful ambitions.

I sat up, pushing her lower onto me. I pulled her head back with my hand still tangled in her messy mane, forcing my lips on to hers. I sat, and even still I loomed over her, even still I had leverage on her. Even still I had dominance over her.

I could feel myself growing quickly, my friend from down under eagerly awaiting his next meal.

I pulled away from her, leaving a thin trail of saliva to hang from our mouths. "So, you feeling up to it?" I asked playfully.

She flashed me a cocky grin. "I was born ready."

I kissed her again, forcing myself onto her.

I lifted her up with my free hand, positioning her directly over my throbbing piece. I broke away again. "Don't scream," I teased.

I dropped her down onto me, not even caring if she did in fact scream or not.

She did scream. Very loudly.

I chuckled as I slowly moved my hips in circles, grinding into her. "First time?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No... Just... biggest..."

I raised an eyebrow, thoroughly pleased to hear that I was bigger than an average stallion. "So, I should take it easy, or...?"

She shook her head again. "No... Rut me... Hard..." she breathed, recovering from her scream still.

Hearing those words leave her mouth made me throb painfully inside of her. "That... I can do."

And do it I did. Hard.

I moved my hips into her at a quick rhythm, bouncing her up and down and effectively impaling her on me repeatedly. She was nowhere near as tight or comfy as Sweetie Belle, but she did have her perks. One being that I could push myself inside of her to the very base without risk of hurting her. Two being that even if I did hurt her, it didn't matter because she was a consenting adult and I couldn't get in any kind of trouble.

I laughed as I thought of this, causing a momentary lapse in the rutting.

She glared at me. "Keep going!" she demanded.

I saluted her with one hand, moving the other down to the connection to rub her clit. "Yes ma'am!" I yelled. I liked a woman who could take charge.

I used my saluting hand to help keep her riding me, lifting her up higher and slamming her down as hard as I could. I could tell she liked it rough.

She reversed the roles on me then. She pushed me down with her hooves, now using her strong hind legs to do all of the work.

I grabbed her flanks, assisting her in fucking me. I would give her extra lift when she pushed up, and I would give her extra force when she came back down. The system worked, bringing us both the wonderful friction we both needed so much right then.

I could feel her slick passage convulsing around my piece, massaging it beautifully. She was incredibly wet, almost soaking. This made it easy to pound into her, to fuck her senseless. To make her scream in pleasure and beg for more.

"You're soaked," I said between breaths, laughing.

She looked at me with a sultry smile. "Shut the buck up." Then she was kissing me again, forcing her tongue into my mouth and battling for dominance with my own.

I smiled into the kiss, pushing the fight into her own mouth and tasting her. She tasted like Skittles. Before then, I hated Skittles. But in that moment, I couldn't get enough.

I could feel the heat coming from her body mixing with my own, creating something just short of an oven inside of the tent. That same heat was affecting me in a certain happy place as well.

I picked up the pace, nearly splitting her in half with how fast I was slamming myself into her. Every time I pushed inside of her, she would let out a breathy moan in my mouth that only made the situation hotter. So hot, that I was damn near losing it and blowing my load.

Our pacing became erratic, unfocused, sloppy as we came nearer and nearer to our end. I wasn't sure if she was close or not, but I didn't hold back. I pulled away from the kiss and leaned my head back against my make-shift pillow, biting my teeth together. I started bucking my own hips up to meet hers as I pulled her onto me, doing this at a painfully fast pace.

"I- in- si- i- id- de!" she screamed, her voice cutting off every time our hips met.

I could feel it coming. Any second now... Any second and... I... Uuurrggghhh!!!

With one last, violent thrust I bottomed out inside of her, sending my seed deep into her in painfully pleasurable ropes.

I let out a deep breath, smiling to myself. "So... was it good for you too?" I asked sarcastically.

She let her head hang down, a few tears escaping her eyes. "It was... amazing... so... amazing..."

I laughed. "I hope you're not too tired, 'cause I'm not done yet," I told her.

She looked at me, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "What...?"

I rolled us over, placing myself above her. "You see, the funny thing about my dick is that once it gets all excited, it's hard to calm it down," I explained to her. "So, I need a bit more than that to keep myself satiated."

She looked confused. "What...? I- are you... What?"

I pulled my still-stiff piece out of her, letting the mixture of fluids flood out. "Don't scream," I said with a wicked smile on my face.

Then I pushed into her, hilting myself on the first go. I groaned as I felt her soaking passage twitch and contract around me. "Damn, you're fucking soaked Dash. I didn't even know somebody could cum this much."

Her face went red with embarrassment. "Sh- shut up..." she said, without much conviction.

I slid out slowly, letting myself feel every inch of her insides. "You must really like me Dash. You're already twitching in there again."

She turned even redder.

Just as the very tip of my piece popped out of her, I started back in. The same slow pace as before. "So, Dash, how turned on are you right now? I'd say a lot, but being this wet might just be normal for you."

She glared at me. "Just go faster! Rut me, don't sweet talk me!"

I raised an eyebrow. "You sure are bossy for somebody that's asking me to do something."

She let out a low moan and intensified her glare as I bottomed out again. "J- just go faster."

I pushed into her, forcing myself farther in and I hit a barrier.

She moaned loudly, biting her lip.

"Ooohh, did I just hit what I think I hit?" I asked teasingly.

She didn't answer.

I pushed again, hitting the barrier and getting another moan. "I think I'm right..." I pushed into her again, getting the same result for a third time.

I laughed to myself as I found my new rhythm, pushing into her and hitting her barrier, then pulling out only a few inches. As I did this I kissed at her neck, getting little pleased noise from her aside from the lusty moans.

I breathed in deeply, smelling her. "You smell awesome," I told her. I took in another breath, burying my face in her mane.

She moaned something resembling an insult in my ear, giving it a quick nip.

I cracked a toothy smile and dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, stopping at her ear. "You're mine now, Dash," I whispered into her ear.

She tried to speak, but the moans refused to let her get anything else out.

I bit down on her ear, just hard enough to leave a mark. "You hear me? You. Are. Mine."

She nodded, babbling something out through the moans that I couldn't understand.

I leaned back, getting an eyeful of my piece buried in her. "Absolutely beautiful..."

I started going faster, pummeling her, abusing her little slit until it was bruised. I could feel a burning coming from somewhere deep inside of me. A burning that made my chest feel tight. A burning that made me angry.

I put my hands around her neck, squeezing her. Crushing her throat. As I fucked her I was killing her. "You're fucking mine," I growled. "You're my bitch. You're mine. You're fucking mine!"

She nodded her head over and over again, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

Faster and faster I fucked her, slamming the tip of my cock into the entrance of her womb. I could feel myself getting close, could feel the pressure. I didn't care. I wanted to fuck this little bitch to death.

I squeezed her neck harder, and I could feel her cum. I could feel her walls trying to swallow me whole. Trying to steal away my seed. That was enough for me. I came, filling her up a second time with as much as I could.

But I didn't stop. I kept slamming myself into her, forcing her walls apart to allow my piece inside of her. I was still rock hard, still brutalizing her little cunt with my piece. I was still choking the life out of her.

She put her hooves on my hands, trying to force them off of her neck. She tried to save herself. She wasn't strong enough.

I could feel her cumming again. It sickened me. It sickened me that even when I was trying to kill her she could feel pleasure. It sickened me that I could feel pleasure. It made me feel so angry that she would refuse my offer, refuse her death.

I felt myself cum again, once again filling her. I didn't care. I wanted her dead. I hated her so much in that moment that I wanted to kill her. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted her to be dead.

I looked into her bulging eyes, her pleading eyes. "You're mine," I growled at her furiously. "Mine. Mine. Mine... You're mine..." I felt something inside of me break.

I let go of her neck, letting my head hang down as the last ropes of cum left me. My sweat dripped down on to her, mixing with her own thick coat of it.

She was gasping for air, rubbing her throat to get some kind of feeling back in it. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she dazedly gazed at me.

I leaned down and kissed her lips, wanting to taste her again. "I'm sorry," I said between kisses.

She put her hooves around my neck and pulled me onto her, slowly grinding her hips on me. "It- it's... fine," she said between gasps.

I kissed her again. Not just from lust, but from the feeling of need. Of needing to taste her again. Of needing to connect with her in some way. "I... I lost control. I just- I don't know what happened. I just..."

She smiled at me and kissed me again. "Don't worry about it. You let go. It's fine," she assured me.

I shook my head, smiling darkly. "No it's not," I said slowly.

She looked into my eyes in question. "What's wrong?"

I chuckled darkly. "I'm still hard. And that's a problem." I leaned down and kissed her deeply. "You up for another round?" I asked playfully.

She smirked at me. "As long as you don't choke me to death," she teased.

I smiled. "No promises."