Cooling Down

Chapter III: Tiptoe

As we were walking down the streets avoiding some of the horde, Spike stuffed several cupcakes to his mouth. “Mmmph… Ffwhy arh fwee goinghhh to the Eferfree foressht anhhywhey?” he asked me with his mouth full, leaving a trail of bread crumbs on the ground. Honestly, I’m also having second thoughts of staying on the forest. Who knows, maybe Zecora will try to chop down the tree and find us then RAPE US.

“We need to rest. If by any chance we come across a safe house, that’s where we’ll stay. If not, we’ll head off to the forest. We don’t want anyone to rape us in our sleep, now do we?”

Spike shook his head in disapproval. In these kind of situations, I would’ve choose either a hospital, a store, or any other house or structure that can hold up several amounts of sex-hungry mares. But now, I got many things to take care of. That being said, I need to find my ring’s battery.

“Spike, how’re you holding up?” I asked.

“Unnnggghhh…My stomach hurts…” He grunted as he clutched his stomach in pain from the massive amount of cupcakes he had eaten.

“You gonna do something about that, or what?”

‘Ugh… Alright…’

We stopped walking, “Hey Spike. Here, let me carry you.” I offered as he still clutching his stomach in pain.

“What? I’m not going to do that! I’m already a full-grown dragon!”

Spike was still the same teenage dragon, but mostly was trying to think he IS a full-grown dragon. “Like hell, you aren’t. Come on…”

I carried him up with two hands, “Now, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?

Spike ignored my response as I chuckled back in response. In a distance, I saw a familiar structure glistening by the sun’s golden ray of light as it descended into the horizon. The apple from the trees shone along with it. And I had a pretty good guess what location that is.

“Sweet Apple Acres! Fantastic, we can sneak in the barn unnoticed and sleep there for tonight.”

‘I don’t know about that. I mean, Applejack will get us. That’s for sure… Well, we can leave the cupcakes for a while though. We’ll get apples as our secondary ammunition for food.’

“Food isn’t some kind of weapon, moron. You think it can fire bullets out of seeds? IT’S SUPPLY, IDIOT.”

‘Fucking—Whatever, dude. Have it your way.’

Sweet Apple Acres’ farm was a maze of heavy and dense trees, shining red apples shining from the slowly descending sun. On a sunset like this you couldn't help but think of the dark army of hungry women, sleeping with countless of men, sex juices everywhere. No minotaur lurked in this labyrinth, but somewhere out there, on the rustling sounds of the trees, all of the mares of Equestria are the predators and we are the prey, they are hunters and we are no more but the hunted.

Suddenly, I hear a faint shout from a distance. “THERE THEY ARE! GET ‘EM!” The mares must’ve caught up to us. How the hell did they even catch up to us? The word was out; our cover and location were blown sky high into the mares' brains. Something wicked this way comes…

“Shit! Head for the barn, we’ll stay there until we lose them.”

‘Good idea.’ I then ran towards the barn while carrying Spike in hope of losing the mares on our tail. I took a glance at Spike, and it seemed that he was about to throw up all of the cupcakes he had previously eaten a while ago.

‘Damn, Spike… How many cupcakes have you eaten?’

I turned to the right and jumped over the fence of Sweet Apple Acres. Putting Spike down in order to catch my breath, I looked over a distance to see a muscular being just across from us holding what seemed to be a… shotgun?

“How the hell did Big Mac even get a 12-gauge Winchester lever action Model 1887 shotgun in a fucking world where there’s magic and stuff?”

‘There were things that fell from Earth when Dark opened the portal in Night Forge a year ago. And how did YOU get so intelligent about guns?’

“Did you ever consider that I’m in your fucking head?”

‘Fair point…’

I quickly grabbed Spike and hid behind the wall of the barn. “What’s going on?” Spike asked. “Shhhh… Keep your head down and be quiet. Or else… We could get shot.”

“WHA—MMMPH!” I quickly shut Spike’s mouth. “SHHHH! Do you want us to get killed or what? Big Mac won’t hesitate to shoot us…”

“Now, climb up the barn and hide… I’ll try to check if the mares are all gone for now.”

Spike nodded and used the nearby pipe to climb the barn to the roof. I then went back into the dense trees and hide as I try to investigate. I came near to the mares; they still haven’t left the scene. But there was something they said that caught my full attention.

“C’mon, girls, the crumbs continue this way.”

‘Wait… CRUMBS??!!’

“GODDAMN IT SPIKE!! He left fucking trails of cupcake crumbs?!”

‘Damn it, Spike… Now it’s my job to protect you, AGAIN…’

I hurried back to the barn, hoping to find some food to eat. Big Mac lifted his shotgun in the air and sent out a warning shot to scare the horde away. With them both out of the way for now, supposedly trying to hide by climbing through the roof would verily expose me to them. Either die being shot at or die raped. Without my ring, I’d be no match for Big Mac and the horde at the same time. I would have to play hide and seek with them.

“The orchard! Get there fast!”

I sneakily tiptoed to the orchard and scoured the area. All of a sudden, what I saw was something extraordinary… God have mercy on my soul.

‘HOLY SHIT FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!’

“Grab some! Then we’ll get back to Spike.”

I quickly climbed up a tree and grabbed some apples and sat on a branch while eating an apple. Savoring the taste of the sweet apple to the core, minutes had passed and I noticed that the gunshots from Big Mac’s shotgun were replaced with nothing but peace and quiet.

I slid of the tree’s trunks down, walking towards the barn. The sun already descended in the horizon, its golden light shined no more; the moon rose and shone a beautiful white light in a distance.

I held the pipe that led to the roof of the barn and started climbing it. My body was starting to get sore because of the prolonged climbing, and then suddenly; I almost slipped.

“AGH! Shit!”

“Hey! Would you mind?! That hurt!”

‘Sorry! It’s kinda dark…’

I continued to climb, ignoring the soreness of my muscles. Then finally reaching the top…

From there, I saw Spike sleeping on the roof. Guess, he got tired waiting for me.

I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or as Sam Spade going after the Maltese Falcon. To unravel all the mysteries, following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave. Sometimes, something good comes out of it. Something you know you wouldn't deserve in a million years.

I lay down on the cold, metallic roof under the beautiful moonlight; stars sown on the skies, sparkling so bright. I wish that my friends were here to see this, but my friends I knew were no more. They were either dead, or one of them… but I can’t stop thinking about her... FLUTTERSHY.

I closed my eyes, letting out a drop of tear from my eyes as I drifted to a deep sleep.

Canterlot Castle, 10 PM

Razor Volt Fury

“AGHHCKK!!” I shouted in pain as I was knocked back on a nearby wall by an unknown force.

I didn’t sign up for this shit…

“Oh… I’m so sorry… Did I hurt you?” A motherly but seductive voice called out. I opened my eyes and glanced everywhere. And I can’t help but to think that…

…All hopes seemed to have lost… The gilding on the mask had cracked to reveal the rot underneath.

Ray and Michael died fighting Luna… I don’t think I can last much longer. The knockback paralyzed me from the waist down, my legs where snapped in two; the moment I opened my eyes, a familiar figure walked towards me… A sun for a cutie mark, “Agh… Celestia… You don’t want to do this!” I gave my whole effort to speak.

She approached me slowly and pressed her foot down on my broken leg, “AGGGHHHCCKK!!!! CELESTIA…Please stop!”

She placed a finger on my mouth, “Shush… I’ll take care of you, Razor… Isn’t that right, Luna?”

The dark blue alicorn approached her sister, her hands were covered in blood. “Indeed it is… Sister.” She replied…

Before they could do something to me, I asked one small request, “Wait… I just have to write my last will before I die…”

“Hmph… Stalling motherbucker…” She cursed at me. She used her magic to lift a paper and a feather with ink to me. I took the feather and dipped the tip with ink…

“Ryan…

Help us…

Ray and Michael are dead, and I will come along with them soon enough…

The cause of all this madness is with Celestia and Luna… They awoke and lost control of themselves.

To anyone or male who can read this, I tell you this… The mares on your home are not what you used to know anymore. Get them out of your homes and lock yourselves up… What is about to happen, is much more worse than the zombie apocalypse.

Ryan…

GET HERE AND STOP ALL OF THIS!”

I rolled up the scroll and placed the ink down. “You finished?” Celestia asked.

I looked at Shining Armor, he was still alive… Thank God. An idea popped into my head.

“Hey… *cough* Shining! You still okay, buddy?”

“Yeah… I’m still good.”

Celestia placed pressure on my leg and caused me extreme pain. “Don’t count on your little servant in shining armor… He won’t do anything.”

I coughed up blood; I was getting more weaker every second. “GURKKKHH…. No… Not anything…”

I held up the scroll and swiftly threw it to Shining, “QUICK! SEND IT TO RYAN!”

Shining caught the scroll and used all of his magic to send the scroll to Ryan. Thankfully, it did. I hope that he can get the message. Celestia broke my foot even more, the next thing I knew, and I can’t feel it anymore.

“You know what… I’m not going to kill you yet… We’ll toy you for a bit.”

Celestia let out an evil giggle. I hope Ryan gets the message, may the Lord have mercy on our souls…

Sweet Apple Acres, 5 AM

Ryan Wilson

“GAH!” I woke up in a jolt, it was raining. The cold sensation of the rain falling on my skin must’ve wakened me up. Then I realized that I was drenched in rainfall.

“It’s raining. Great… This is a great way to start a day.”

‘Not altogether it wasn’t.’

I looked at Spike and noticed a scroll nearby him. It must’ve been from Razor and the others. With no way to deal with the mares, I kept my eyes on the road, off the rear-view mirror and the road-kill behind me. I chased bigger mysteries, what caused this heat.

I grabbed the wet scroll, carefully opening it to avoid ripping due to being wet. And I cannot believe my eyes to what I just read.

‘My friends are… dead?’

“I have a solid clue that Celestia and Luna killed them… We have to move right now. This is becoming worse ever second.”

I gritted my teeth in anger, ‘I had enough of this… ‘

“THIS NEEDS TO END! *KRAKOOM!*” I shouted as the thunder clapped and the lightning struck.

I tried to wake up Spike but he is unable to, but he IS breathing. I carried him up; the cold rain starts to freeze me up. Scanning down the edge of the barn, I saw nothing but a wooden crate.

“Based on my calculations, you have about 50/50 percent chance of breaking a bone from that fall. 50 percent that you’re an idiot because you jumped down and 50 percent is luck. You try.”

‘To hell with it…’

Jumping down on a crate is not much of a good impact absorber. It was an impressive rainfall show, but I decided to leave early anyway. It was only a one-story fall. Lucky me…

“We could just go with Plan B.”

‘No, I’m not going to drop him off the edge here.’

“It’s your choice, bro. I’m not going to choose a decision.”

‘Why don’t you take over?’

“Fuck no, I’m too lazy.”

“Well… GERONIMO!”

It seems that I had no choice; I held Spike tightly and jumped down with my back facing the ground. Bracing myself for the impact, I crashed into the wooden crate which was full of apples.

“Agh… *cough* *cough*… That hurt a bit.”

“Pussy…”

“Hey, you try jumping off the building and crashing into a wooden crate.”

“I AM YOU. I also felt that, shit for brains. And since when did you talk to me using your voice?”

“No one is here, that’s why I am talking to you using my voice.”

“To avoid people saying that you’re a crazy demented person who speaks to himself?”

“Yeah…”

I placed down Spike a while and cleaned myself, cracked a couple of fingers and carried Spike again. Sneaking into the barn, I gently placed Spike down again.

I explored the barn for a bit. Thinking, going outside will be a bit risky. Considering the rain was hindering clearance of paths. Rain fell like a super typhoon crossing over the land of Equestria, but that was outside. Things would soon get better inside the barn.

“Seems like the pegasi forgot about the weather. For once in a while, I needed to see the rain once more.”

I shivered in the cold temperature. Now, getting clothes are one of the objectives that I’m obliged to do. I ransacked through the wheelbarrows and the hays in search of clothes. After a quick search, all I got was a blanket.

“Huh… This can do for a while.”

I removed my all of my clothing except my boxers and wrapped the blanket around my waist. “Still tired?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m sure you can get everything back to normal. With that ring of yours, this “HEAT” can be considered as something of a threat to all of Equestria. Especially, males.”

“Celestia and Luna have the answers and the cause. Being reasonable with them won’t do…”

“But beating the shit out of them will. Even if it hurts you more than it hurts them, it’s still for the good of pony kind.”

I then noticed a book beside me. Picking it up, I read the contents of the story.

The paperback was entitled “The Whored: The Age of Sex and Murder”. The blurb on the back mentioned the fatality of the heat and the mares, the adventure of one man struggling a much more worse kind of heat, when sex-hungry mares were rampant and all pony kind lost. I could see how someone impressionable might get it into their head that we were at the end of time and pony kind. I was also beginning to see what the writer and his/her intentions were all about.

“This seemed very similar to our situation right now. But they made a different ending of it, and it seemed unfinished.”

“Whoever wrote it must’ve predicted the future before the heat even began. Or just drunk and wrote this on sheer boredom.”

I read couple of chapters of it and somehow it was very similar to what happened to me the past day… but then I got bored of it and went back to sleep.

Sweet Apple Acres, 10 AM

Awaking from a long slumber, I stood up and grasped my head.

“Ugh… My head hurts…”

“Probably lack of sleep and stress. Sleep it off a while, it’ll go away.”

I scanned my surroundings and noticed the rain was gone, the sun shone once more. Seems like the pegasi had the weather already taken care of. I then looked to me left and saw Spike tied up in a post.

“No wait… Is Spike tied up on that wooden post?”

“What the… How is he tied up?”

“It wasn’t me who tied Spike up… Unless…”

“That’s BS, Applejack’s over there at the bench. She was tied up and… Oh no…”

I looked to the bench and saw that Applejack was missing, there were ropes lying on the ground.

“HOW THE FUCK DIDN’T WE NOTICED HER FIVE FUCKING GODDAMN HOURS AGO?!”

“Shit… We need to get Spike out of here and run!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice with a certain southern accent spoke in a seductive manner. “Ah wouldn’t mind ya’ staying here, sugar cube…”

I let out a deep sigh, “FU—“ I shouted as Applejack smashed my head with a wooden plank. Making me lose consciousness.

Ten minutes later…

On spur of moment, my face was lapping with huge amounts of cold and freezing water. I reacted to the cold sensation and woke up as if I was Neo waking up from the Matrix in some kind of egg…

“GAH! *pant* *pant*… What the hell?”

“Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty. We ain’t got much time left so we better do this on the double.”

I looked up to Applejack and saw her wearing little clothes, an orange and white checkered shirt exposing her breasts and her private region wet and dripping. It was not and maybe a good sight for me.

I convulsed my arms and legs and knew that I was tied up and my clothes decided to run off without me, lucky me. If you think nothing can get to you, you're lying to yourself. At best you're temporarily dead. A lightning bolt could re-animate you without a warning.

“We… FUCK!... her… ass!”

‘WHAT?! What did you say?’

“My… dick!... be hard!”

‘Dude, what the fuck are you saying?!!’

“WE HAVE TO GET OUT, YOU FUCK! Thoughts of you slapping her fucking ass is NOT ON THE FUCKING OPTIONS! My God, think of some way to get out, you fucking dick! It’s going to be hard! UNDERSTAND?”

‘Okay! Jesus Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack.’

I struggled once more, “Ha! Sorry to tie ya’ up, sugar cube. Not if I haven’t heard what you did to Dashie. Ah heard that she is pretty mad and she’s ready to give ya’ a nice spanking.” She spoke, kneeling down with her breasts right up my face.

“I have principles, Ryan. You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us… ‘Coz if you do anything funny, y’all gonna get it. You do know that ya’ can’t win this one, right?”

“No… But I can make damn sure none of you do either.” I replied as she ignored me, looking at my member closely. You'd find that Lady Luck was really a hooker, and you were fresh out of cash.

There was no glory in this. I hadn't asked for this crap. Trouble had come to me, in big dark swarms. The good and the just, they were like gold dust in this city. I had no illusions. I was not one of them. I wasn’t just A hero. Just me and the ring, and the mare. My options had decreased to a singular course. Fear was rusty needles poking at my brain. Cold and scaly, it slithered down my chest.

No such luck. No luck at all…