The House Of Pain

Later that afternoon back home I became immersed reading the "Pray For The Decay" book. Eventually I found that phrase we heard at the end of the song.

Pray for the decay,
for the witches' fray,
Pray for those
who oppose
the righteous way!

There was a hidden meaning; it spoke of a strategy to defeat the unicorns which implied stop believing in their magic. The less support they had the weaker their powers became. Almost everyone knows that magic is a well-crafted lie; if you don't fall for it nothing will happen.

Those words became a chant which spread quickly; how did it get so popular and who had the nerve to convince the population of such things?

Finally I got some decent rest that night but what made the next day even more wonderful was having Blak by my side once again. Pete went off to bring him instead of travelling by boat; he insisted to arrive as soon as possible and gryphons are very resistant and reliable method of transportation.

That day the sky was clear and bright yet slightly warm; it was almost noon.

"Well, there you have him, Marelyn; I brought him home safely," said Pete.

When I went out to greet him he rushed to my arms like a desperate child. His embrace was more intense and his lips tasted so much better than before; he was all over me and impregnated me with a mild sandalwood fragrance.

"Thank goodness you're here; I truly missed you, " I said as I rubbed his back. Suddenly I felt the need to grab his waist so tightly and began to heave a loud sigh.

"Oh come now, don't be like that. Is it really bad all this business about spooky characters and all?"

"I have been able to figure out lots of things on my own but like I said before; I don't want to go through all of this alone."

"You're not alone, Love! Why, you have your family."

"Yes and now you're a part of it, a rather important one too."

"Aww," he said as he shook his head. "So tell me, how can I help you?"

"Mamma Lyon is coming over for another séance tonight. I have a strong belief that your presence will make a huge difference. The spirits called me an agent of Death."

"Is that right?" he said a bit surprised.

"Come inside; I'll tell you all about it."

"Welcome back, Blak, we are so delighted to see you!" said Rosie May effusively.

"Thank you very much, Miss May. It turns out that Marelyn is so needy he just cannot live without me."

"He is! Although I have only served him for a few years it's clear that he longs for affection."

"Uh, yeah!" I said in a lower voice. "Oh, you're just in time for lunch. Mamma left this big pot of vegetable soup and I can't finish it on my own."

"Is that the main reason you brought me here?" he said laughing.

"Apparently you don't have enough meat on your bones," I replied.

"Alright then but neither do you; are you feeling better now?"

"Sort of. It hurts when I talk sometimes. Luckily I have my trustworthy unicorn to stuff me with all sorts of meds. I think the past repeats itself inside these walls."

"Why do you say that?"

"I mean if we don't solve the mystery that surrounds this mansion we're doomed to suffer the same consequences."

"You have a rather privileged imagination, Love; I wish I could have a piece of it."

"I can't offer you that unless you're willing to take part in this game, after all it has to do with magic. All this talk about it has made me very hungry."

After we boldly embraces Mamma's spicy cooking I asked Blak to come into the library or should I say the Emily Nightingale Library to show him how serious the situation was.

"Blimey!" cried the pale blue pony after he browsed the book I last read, "do you realize how much hatred was poured into this?"

"That's not all!" I said as I finished nibbling a piece of corn bread. "Me and the guys found this phrase in our early versions of "Toxic Girl." It's shocking."

Blak read all the chants that were included in the "Pray For The Decay" book and said very softly, "This was a campaign to overthrow the unicorn community."

"That I already know but do you recall anything else which could help me understand this whole situation?"

Blak sat down and continued our conversation still holding the book, "The regular earth creatures are not taught about the history of unicorns because they want them to stay a rare find. The less they believe in them the less chances they have to practice magic. My grandfather, may he rest in peace told me that there is a dark force known as the Void and it grows when magic is used in a selfish way instead of doing something for others..."

"And that's why it's restricted, I know that!" I interrupted. "What else?"

"I have just about the same information as you do, Love. That sort of knowledge is shared only with unicorns."

"They always speak about them as if they were the enemy. This Void thing, what does it do exactly?"

"Nothing, just that. It's the emptiness of energy and it devours all that we know."

"Is that true or just a bedtime story?"

"Magic, like nature has a balance. Unicorns always carried that huge responsibility upon their shoulders since the day they were born for it involves manipulation."

"So getting back on track before we stray too much; the Healers used their magic here to give more effective cures when there was no other solution available. They were practically miracle workers."

"Yes, I believe," said Blak.

"But if they made such great contributions to society why would they be satanized like this?"

"I'll tell you why from my point of view; there is no way that you can tamper with the course of life; if some living thing is going to die then there's nothing we can do about it."

"Unless you were a unicorn!"

"But even so they are not allowed to do this. There are three mayor things which are forbidden and those are: you cannot tamper with love, you cannot cheat Death and you cannot use it for your personal well-being."

"How about that? So you actually know a thing or two, Blak."

"Um, yeah. It's something I deducted from the book, by the way."

I yawned so loudly while I stretched my curvy legs. "Well, that old hipogriff will arrive in a couple of hours so I think I going to take a nap, do wanna join me?"

"It would be more appropriate it to continue that recreational activity upstairs."

I giggled, "Fine, whatever! Upstairs it is."

"Come on, I'll carry you, hop on my back."

"Really? Aww, that's so romantic."

"I've a feeling that you'll need much more strength than you can imagine."

The bedroom was spruce up except for the record player and it flaunted a delicate aroma of incense I'd left intentionally to enhance the senses.

Blak placed me gently in my bed and took my clothes off. Okay, it was just a very thin sweater but it still felt great. Meanwhile I played with his little green scarf and slowly removed it in a kinky way.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and we started making out very smoothly.

As he massaged my tongue with his I went blank and concentrated on the moment; the weight of his body against mine pressing my stomach, that tingling between my thighs, how impossible it became for him to satiate with my kisses.

"You feel a bit tense," said Blak.

"Then keep going," I gasped. "I want to forget where I am for a while."

"That has never been a problem, all that matters is that we have each other."

"Then take me away! Take me higher!"

And so he raised my legs and caressed them with his hooves and made huge circles with them around my thighs and later into my buttocks.

"Do you like that?" he said in a low swift voice.

"Yes! Don't stop," I said out loud as I gripped th covers. Next he dropped his front hooves on the bed and took impulse to penetrate me. He was always so careful and patient.

"That's it, that's it!"

My sex felt hard and sensitive it was almost impossible to ignore.

"Hmmm, yes baby, come on, come on...take me higher!"

With all the effort he pushed me against the wall and he began to go deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and gave in this feast of the senses and let that old familiar warm rush of blood go into my beautiful organ. We came at the same time and that was wicked.

When I slowly opened up my eyes I saw his own all exhausted and panting.

Blak covered me with his body and rubbed my arms.

"I love you so much," he said as he kissed my neck but I couldn't help shedding tears.

"What happened, what went wrong?"

"Nothing; I feel so happy and satisfied now." Afterwards I fell into a deep sleep and placed his arms upon my waist. "I love you too."

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