Light Grows Dim

“We could start with the basics: me asking how you got here, what you saw, and just what the fuck you were doing in the wall, but we won’t do that.” Soft Fur scratched the surface of his table, pushing a small inkwell from one edge of the table to another. He seemed to be enjoying the sound it was making, but, honestly, I wanted to ram that inkwell into his face. With each scratch resonating in my ears like an annoying bell and the vile images still fresh in my memory, I was very close to throwing up.

In fact, my face was probably green already, and I occasionally jerked forward, the mass in my throat threatening to shoot outward and spill out.

Soft Fur stopped pushing the inkwell around, got up and left, and I took a moment to catch my breath. A few moments later, he returned, holding a cup of water. “Here,” he blurted out, hoofing me the drink. I didn’t exactly have the courtesy to choose, so I accepted his offer and gulped down the water. It helped. A little.

At least this asshole wasn’t going to torture me.

“Besides, I bet I already know your story. You lost a bet, you had to follow the mares into the night and find out where they hung out, so you ended up here. Am I right?” A hideous grin made his face even more disgusting to look at. I wanted to reply with a witty insult or just tell him to suck it, but instead I just nodded several times. It all felt like a bad dream, and I only wanted to get out.

“I thought so,” he said with delight, relaxing in his armchair, one of the few luxury items in this entire shithole of a building. Maybe if I played along with him, he would just let me go. Despite the fact that every instinct was telling me the exact opposite, I still had the childish hope that this nightmare would end if I just did what he asked.

“Well, then, I’d say we strike a deal.” I felt a chill run down my spine. Striking deals with pimps wasn’t exactly something I had planned for this night. “You see, your… appearance cost me quite a few bits, since my potential clients got scared; it ruins their mood, so on and so forth, it’s an adult thing. Don’t forget about a giant hole in the wall: that’ll take quite a few days to repair.”

This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. The great and majestic Darkaloo impressed me with her ability to state the obvious. By Celestia, I wanted to smack her so badly. I made a note to hit my head against the wall the instance I set hoof out of this hell.

Though, it didn’t seem like I was going to walk out of here in one piece.

“You see, I’ve got a lot of clients. And some of them… prefer things a bit… extravagant.” Everything inside me was boiling with mad rage, fear and disgust for this world. I knew what Soft Fur was talking about. Despite my relatively short experience with this ‘establishment’, it was easy to figure out what was going to happen.

I wanted to yell, scream at the top of lungs, cry, kick, bite, but fear gripped my body too tight. I couldn’t even sob; I just sat there like an inanimate object, staring at the floor. The flashy images of what I’d seen here slowly merged with reality: I mentally replaced Marisa’s body with mine… Her moans with mine…

I skipped Soft Fur’s explanation past my ears, feeling as if I was living my last moments in this world. Soon, the pony named Scootaloo would perish… be gone forever… evaporate into mist.

I shall help you, Scoots. Don’t be such a downer. Darkaloo said in a relatively serious tone. Just play along for a while, and when the time comes, let me take control. Don’t be afraid — just let me.

“Follow me, I’ll escort you to your room.” Soft Fur got up from his seat and started walking. I followed him, trying to keep a little bit behind so that I would get a chance to talk to the inner me.

“What will you do? What do you mean ‘let you take control’?” I whispered, covering my mouth with my hoof.

I’ll bail you out of this, don’t worry.

“What are you going to do?! Tell me!” I hissed angrily, but there was no reply. I abandoned all hopes of getting anything out of this spirit, since, knowing me… I’d probably not spill out the details too.

Suddenly, it hit me. Darkaloo was preparing a surprise. Something she would clearly enjoy, judging from the excitement in her last few words. In addition to the fear of being used as a fuck-toy, I felt terrified at the thought of what Darkaloo’s surprise was.

“We’re here,” Soft Fur stated, stepping aside and gesturing me to enter through the open door, leading into a poorly lit room. I took a deep breath and made a few unsure steps into this ‘temple of love’. “He should be here soon, so make yourself comfortable.”

Soft Fur carefully closed the door behind me and I heard the clicking of the key entering a lock. How fucking symbolic.

“The lubes, the protection and the toys are all in the drawers if you need them!” My stomach churned at these words, when I imagined what kind of toys these sick psychos had in here. The world started spinning around so quickly I barely managed to limp to the bed and crash on it. Though, I regretted it immediately when I remembered what was regularly happened on it.

“For fuck’s sake, Darkaloo! Tell me what the fuck you’re planning! I need to know!” I tried to growl, but all that came out was a weak rattle. Darkaloo, as usual, did not reply. I closed my eyes, feeling the warm water fill them up.

I had no idea what to do. I was in such a deep mess… Why did I even follow Marisa and Irma? Why? Why?! Why was I so stupid?! And not even the goddamn demon inside could save me anymore. I was completely fucked, both figuratively, and soon, literally.

Suddenly, I realized: The Darkness. Was Darkaloo planning to unleash it? I felt my blood chill when I imagined when something as vicious and bloodthirsty as the Darkness got out in a place like this…

“No! Darkaloo, I know what you’re going to do! Don’t do this!” I hated this place. I really did. But I did not want to see even more ponies die like Raindrops.

Relax, Scoots. I’m not going to unleash the Darkness. No living thing in their right mind would do something like that. I’ll just take control of your body and Darkness’ powers to get us both to safety.

“Wait… you can control its powers too?”

Of course, I’m not nearly as powerful, but at least I’m not insane. She murmured. Now, come on. Close your eyes and let go of your body. I’m getting us out of here.

“N-no.” I muttered. I realized that I couldn’t trust her. If I was to let her take control, who knows what might happen? I didn’t want to see more ponies die! No matter how sick and twisted they were, no matter what I said about them… I don’t want to be a killer. “No fucking way.”

You’re gonna start this shit? Scoots, your life depends on it! Pull yourself together! She screamed at me, but I didn’t falter. Instead of replying, I just took a deep breath and jumped off the bed.

There had to be a way out. Maybe I could sneak back into the wall. There had to be a way out, I was sure of it!

Scootaloo, stop freaking out like a little filly and listen to me! There’s no way out! You can’t get out unless I help you! So shut up, close your eyes and lie on the fucking be—

Her voice immediately turned silent when I heard the sound of a key fiddling inside a lock. In a split second I dashed towards the bed and put my head on the pillow, to look the part: what if it was some sick fuck who would enjoy beating me around before fulfilling his sick desires?

The door slowly opened with a creak, and when my ‘client’ entered, I felt my stomach turn and cold sweat running down. It was a young stallion, grey hued with a pale green mane. I had never seen him before; maybe he wasn’t from Ponyville, or maybe I just didn’t walk around that much.

“Oh… hi,” he murmured, his eye twitching a bit. He was clearly nervous, but it didn’t help me at all. I felt my entire body shake when he started walking towards me.

“D-don’t touch me…. D-don’t…” I hissed weakly, my throat aching. But my words had an opposite effect on him; instead of doubting his intentions, he spoke:

“Oh, don’t worry. The pain will pass.” He took a deep breath before smiling. His body jerked forward a bit, and then, seconds later, I found myself nailed to the bed. Several tears ran down my cheek and I felt a giant ball of vomit crawling up my throat when I felt something rubbing against my inner thigh.

“Get away… f-from me… P-please…” All of my courage dissipated in a second, but it enthralled him even more. His fucking grin, his brown eyes, full of desire and lust: everything made me cringe. I couldn’t stand looking at his face. I wanted to die, wanted to rot. Anything, but being here on this bed…

Everything I’d ever held dear flashed before my eyes. My entire life, in a single flash, as I felt this ‘something’ slowly sliding up my thigh closer to its goal. I tried fiddling around, but he wrapped his forelegs around me to keep me still.

“I promise you’re going to love it, little one. I’ll be… extra gentle.”

I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst.

The bastard let out a blissful moan, and I felt a few drops of saliva on my face. Weird, it didn’t hurt at all. In fact, I couldn’t feel anything. At all.

Finally….

Horror filled my soul, but I couldn’t even scream or move. I couldn’t even blink!

“Oooh, babe, you’re so damn wet already… I’m fucking lo-” He stopped his speech and his eyes shot open. Where there’d been desire just amoment ago, there was fear now.

“What’s the matter, sweet cheeks? Bit your tongue?” Darkaloo forced me to speak. I was completely powerless against her. I lost all control. “What’s the matter? Don’t you enjoy getting blowjobs?”

The stallion started slowly backing away, his eyes still full of fear. Soon, I found out why: Darkaloo had not only managed to snatch control of my body, but also had already summoned the demon heads without me or the stallion noticing. And right now, the head with the razor sharp teeth had the stallion’s cock buried deep inside its mouth. Its fangs were barely scratching the shaft, and the head looked sickeningly pleased, holding the stallion hostage like that.

“What’s wrong? It’s not so arousing anymore? You don’t find it attractive?” Darkaloo mocked him, forcing my face to display a smug expression.

“P-please…. I… Soft Fur told me you agreed to this… He said it is a part of the roleplay… I swear I’m not to blame! P-please!” he begged, looking me straight in the eyes.

Darkaloo suddenly softened, the grin turning into a gentle smile. She reached out for his face and stroke his cheek.

“Don’t worry, sweetums… Soft Fur shall suffer much more than you will.”

“Wh—” A blood-chilling shriek echoed in my ears as the demon head clenched its teeth and pulled with great strength. The soft flesh gave way, ripping without much difficulty. The grinning monster tossed its prize aside and grinned into the screaming stallion’s face, blood dripping from its fangs.

Darkaloo licked her lips when she saw the blood and smiled. Then, she commanded another head to attack. The demon lunged forward, clenching its massive jaws around the stallion’s neck. A few seconds later, I heard a loud crack, and his body collapsed on the floor with a loud thump.

“One hell of a boner.” Darkaloo swiped the saliva mixed with tears of her… my face.

I tried to seize the control over my body, but it all was for naught. Darkaloo only giggled at my feeble attempts.

“Too late, Scoots. Ya should have listened to me before I had to save your ladybits from certain penetration.” The Darkness’ spawn cooed. “I swear to protect your virginity from now on.”

There was no point in fighting for control. I lost all of it when that stallion got close — fear, panic, despair. Now, I was forced to watch as Darkaloo had her way with this place.

With the vicious strike of its massive rock-like jaw, the demon head smashed the door open. Darkaloo slowly stepped out of the room and flexed her muscles.

“Thanks, Crunchy! Nice work back there, Smiley.” She looked around, looking for new victims. “Don’t worry, I’ll feed you with something worthy next time.”

She gave these things nicknames? This Darkness crew was more like a sick little family, a family that I, unfortunately, was a part of.

I wish I had a mouth to scream with when Darkaloo, following the sounds of moaning, shattered the wooden door and entered another room. The stallion quickly jumped off the mare, his crotch still dripping and wet, and backed away from the monstrous filly with two demon heads for wings.

Darkaloo sent forth Smiley, aiming for the poor mare, who barely managed to make out what was happening around her, still blissful and energized. Before she could utter another moan, Smiley plunged its teeth into her chest and ripped out her heart. Then, by Darkaloo’s command, it threw the heart at the stallion.

“Her heart’s forever yours, Romeo!” she drawled before bursting into maniacal laughter as Crunchy descended upon the stallion’s skull, smashing it open.

Soon, the moans of lust and pleasure were replaced by moans of pain and suffering. Darkaloo spared nopony, entering each room and ripping anything alive in sight, making an unfunny quip after each particularly gory kill. I couldn’t believe that I thought that this… this monster was anything close to a friend for me. It was just as brutal as Darkness, leaving corpses everywhere it went.

“Till death do us part!” Darkaloo exclaimed, before ripping a stallion in two, showering in his guts. Whenever she was approaching a new door, I prayed that we wouldn’t encounter Marisa or Irma.

Soon, ponies started to notice that the tone of screams had changed. It wasn’t long before Soft Fur’s henchponies arrived. At that moment, Darkaloo was busy smashing a mare’s skull against the wall.

“What the hell’s ha—” The thug’s words were stuck in his throat, as he saw the demon that I had become and the lifeless body of a stallion. Darkaloo quickly turned her attention to him.

He turned around and tried to run away, but Crunchy caught him by his tail, swung him around and smashed his head against the corner of the bed. The disgusting splash of gore echoed through the room, and some of the blood landed on my face.

Thankfully, throughout this bloody massacre, we hadn’t encountered Marisa or Irma. Of course, there were some familiar faces from the orphanage, but they didn’t bother me as much as Marisa did.

In fact… After the third kill, I felt like… this was justified. I had seen some of these mares before, and they didn’t invoke any sympathy from me. But their profession made me… despise them. And the stallions? I had nothing but hatred towards them. Their deaths, even though gory, even though disgustingly brutal, did not touch my feelings beyond revulsion to the mess they’d leave.

What was happening to me?

The brothel turned quiet as Darkaloo was making her way to Soft Fur’s office. Every single room that was used as a spot for fucking was now covered in blood and gore. Except two rooms: Irma’s and Marisa’s. I felt relieved that my friends had left this place before Darkaloo started her rampage.

The office’s door fell after a single strike with Crunchy’s jaw, revealing Soft Fur and two stallions: one was meeting the clients at the counter, and the second was part of his ‘security’. When they saw Darkaloo, fear grabbed them tight. They didn’t move, they didn’t scream. They just stared at the blood-soaked demon.

“Hello, Softy. I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of.” She grinned, and before Soft Fur could say a word, his henchponies fell down on the floor, both decapitated with a single swipe of Smiley.

“Wh-what are you?” Soft Fur mumbled, falling on his rump and crawling away, shivering in terror.

“What am I? Well, let’s start with ‘a very pissed off filly’!” she growled, sending Crunchy forth. It coiled around his neck and then slammed him into the wall.

“Gakh!” Soft Fur coughed and gasped for air, as the monstrous tentacles tightened its grip around his neck.

“And when I’m pissed off, ponies tend to die. Just like this whole bloody place did.” Darkaloo slowly and gracefully trotted towards her last victim.

“You mo- monster!” Fur managed to scream before Crunchy slammed him against the wall again. Darkaloo only cackled at the insult and then spat him right in the face.

“Say what you want, your fate is sealed anyway. Your little love temple is closed. Permanently.”

“You… you think I’m the biggest pony here? It’s… not the only brothel! It’s… much bigger than whatever the fuck you are!” Soft Fur tried to be brave, knowing that he’s facing certain death.

“Oh, really? I didn’t know that.” Darkaloo tapped his chin, releasing Soft Fur. At first, I questioned her decision — he could have escaped this way — but Darkaloo was far more devious than I thought.

“F-fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Soft Fur shouted, before bursting into tears.

It was the first time in my life that I saw an adult cry. Not just sob, but cry bitterly, snoring and whimpering. Darkaloo seemed to enjoy Fur’s torment, his cry drowning in her cackles.

“Bwa-ha-ha-ha, don’t be so dramatic, Furry! Everypony make mistakes, time from time… The only difference here is: you won’t live long enough to regret it.” Fur looked at Darkaloo one last time before Smiley plunged its razor sharp fangs into his face. Blood splattered out of the bite, and, with a single pull, Darkaloo tore Soft Fur’s head clean off. However, she was not done desecrating the corpse: when the lifeless body fell on the floor, a puddle of blood slowly forming, she used Crunchy to rip open Fur’s chest. As the last rib that obstructed the view of the heart was torn out and tossed aside, Darkaloo licked her lips.

“The jorney to the stallion’s heart lies through all other organs,” she stated in a lecturing tone before crushing his heart underneath her hooves. The blood splashed out like a fountain, coating her hooves completely.

“You can come out of the hiding place, Scootaloo. I’ve done all the clean-up… Though, wait, there’s one thing left to do.” With these words, she approached the wall, where the dry insulation was sticking out, and then quickly slashed Crunchy’s stone jaw with Smiley’s fangs. A small spark appeared, and soon, the fire was licking the wall it was born on.

“It’s getting a little bit too hot in here, don’t you think?”

***

The fire had spread quickly, engulfing the whole building in a matter of seconds. As Darkaloo was walking away from the blood slaughter, the demon heads started to shiver and shake, before shrinking down and turning back into the wings that I bore. Darkaloo took a few more steps before collapsing into the snow.

I couldn’t believe it when I felt the cold bite my hooves. I was finally back in my body, finally had control over my feelings.

And the first thing I did was run towards the bush and vomit.

Oooh, come on! It wasn’t that bad. Yes, maybe I got a bit carried away, but it wasn’t that bad.

“You…” I didn’t know what to say. Several tears ran down my cheek, as I realized that I had killed. Again. And this time, it wasn’t just one pony, it was over a dozen or more!

Don’t be a sissy. They all deserved it. Whores, pimps and the clients. They’re all filth.

“They were still ponies… And you slaughtered them… like fucking cattle!” I tried to suppress the thoughts that I might be lying to myself, that I actually enjoyed seeing them slaughtered. It was wrong, it was sick. I’d thought it in the heat of the moment, that’s all!

Come on now. I had to do this, Scoots. Otherwise you would have died. She tried to justify her actions. If you become pregnant, you will die the instant the child is born… That’s something I forgot to tell you.

“I don’t fucking care!” What an idiotic rule. It didn’t concern me, anyway, I didn’t even have a coltfriend. “You didn’t have to kill them!”

They would have told. They would have told everypony that you bore the Darkness now. Do you know what would happen then?

I didn’t reply. I really did not want to think about the possibilty of such information getting out. Maybe Darkaloo was right… But she still shouldn’t have killed… She shouldn’t have turned me into a monster.

“I’m done. I’m fucking done!” I exclaimed, limping away from the bush. “I’m not going to use the Darkness! And I’ll find a way to get rid of it!”

Woah, woah! Calm down! It might hear you! Listen, there’s no need to overreact! Just calm down, have a rest and...

“Shut up!” I screamed so loudly my throat hurt. A few seconds passed, but no voice spoke in my head. It seemed that Darkaloo finally shut up.

“Hey! You there?” No reply followed, and I sighed with relief. The first step to getting rid of this nightmarish creature was completed. Now, I just had to get out of here, and find a way to extract this demonic spawn from me.

Maybe Twilight could help me, or Zecora. I wouldn’t stop till I find a cure to end this killer inside me. I had to do something about it.

With such thoughts, I left the burning wreckage behind, hoping I would be able to forget the faces distorted with fear, and bodies ripped apart and bleeding. But most of all, I wanted to forget the disgusting truth of our orphanage’s methods of paying its rent.