The Beckoning of Nature (Re-Written)

The group of gender-swapped five since went home in haste, given that so much arguing was sparked since one amongst them supposedly botched a spell of some sort. The hours passed, day gave way to night, and everyone went to bed.

Except for Aoi, who heard something between knocking and scratching coming from downstairs. The blue earth pony carefully crept around, silently cursing the lack of light as she felt her way towards the stairs. The sounds persisted as she descended the flight, and she paused to make sure her pike-hammer was secured to her body with a hoof.

The strap was strong and tight as ever.

For a moment, the scratch-knocking ceased, and the young mare winced. A shiver ran up and down her spine and her gut began to twist. Something was telling her to not approach the unseen source of the noise any further, to not open that front door from which the sound came. Slowly, though, her legs brought her closer and closer to the door.

And the door opened by itself as soon as she was in front of it, revealing a world of darks illuminated by an almost-full moon. Aside from houses and streets, she saw nothing of interest. The lone mare trotted outside into the street before pausing again, moving a hoof to check on her weapon.

It wasn’t strapped to her side. She glanced around frantically before spotting it discarded onto the floor of the house she just left. Before she could react, the door slammed shut, and something was blocking it.

Something with glowing red eyes. Next thing the mare knew, something slammed onto the back of her head and knocked her to the ground, a short-lived yelp of pain escaping her mouth as she passed out.

When she woke up, the mare found herself in a clearing of some kind. She glanced around, her head still throbbing in pain, finding trees upon trees surrounding said clearing. Foliage was thick, and the grass was just as dense beneath her.

She hastily rose, ears flat on her skull. “Where am I?” She squeaked, once more glancing around.

The forest failed to answer her.

Aoi cringed, her mind screaming at her to get the hell out of here. But how was she to do that, when she didn’t know where to go? For all she knew, she was stuck in an endless woodland of sorts, with only this one clearing and the deep navy skies above.

Her ears perked upon hearing the tell-tale sound of rustling bushes. An unusually cold wind blew past, agitating the bushes some more--as well as the rest of the forest. The mare’s eyes widened, her irises shrank, and she hastily glanced around. Her mind was scrambling, her legs were shaking, her breathing becoming more rapid and frantic by the second.

Then, the howling laughter sounded, two separate voices masculine and sinister. Another cold gust came and went with this laughter, once more stirring the canopy in its wake. The bushes ceased rustling as this second breeze weaved its way through the woodland, but it didn’t make the mare’s panic stop.

“W-Who’s there?!” Aoi cried, her jaw jittering as the forest once more kept quiet. That was when she saw something move in the darkness, but she could not for the life of her put her hoof on what it was. Somehow, the thing’s movements were silent, which should not have been possible with all of the thick shrubs that sprouted like weeds.

Another cold gust. Another set of voices laughing darkly. The mare’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer in her chest at this point, and she glanced around again. She held back a shriek as something towered over her.

Something shaped like a pony. A pony that had glowing red eyes.

“You remind me of someone…” It hissed as the young earth pony began to backpedal away quickly. It took a step towards her as yet another fleeting gale passed by, grass and fallen debris crunching under its hooves. “Someone I loathe…” The creature added as it took another step. “...And yet can’t help but admire for her natural beauty.” The thing finished, its eyes glowing a bit brighter now.

Aoi backed up into a tree, looking around frantically to try and find a way out. The forest offered her none, as if it hated her solely for existing. Another creature appeared, this one sporting glowing navy eyes.

“Well, now. Fresh prey. Should we tear the flesh from her bones?” The blue-eyed thing asked menacingly.

“That wouldn’t do. She’s so ripe for the picking, so to speak.” Answered the red-eyed being, glancing at its fellow creature.

The frantic mare swiveled her head around yet again, and this time, her legs finally acted. She bolted off into the dark woodland, branches swatting at her and thorns just barely cutting her as she went. The creatures hounded after her like wolves, hot on her heels as she fled. The darkness was what she hoped to have been both a saving grace and a curse: she couldn’t see, but she was also praying that the things couldn’t see her just the same.

How wrong she was to make that assumption. The things pounced on her as soon as they were within range, one set of hooves that she could’ve sworn was made of wood pinning her down. The other was pawing at her body, eventually prodding at her back legs and what was in between.

The set of hooves that was poking at her then grabbed her firmly by the tied locks of mane and tugged, forcing her to raise her head and earning a yelp from the hapless victim in the process. The other pair kept her pinned on the forest floor, unmoving even as she tried using her own front hooves to desperately shove them away.

Then she felt it--the feeling of something prodding at her young folds before entering the hole they concealed. Another feeling of being torn apart from within came with, and before long, the mare was crying out “Stop!” to no avail. Tears leaked from her eyes as the intruding object tore her up as it was shoved in all its entirety. Whatever it was, it was thick, splintery, and all-around agonizing.

The pair of hooves pinning her finally lifted as the ones grasping her by the mane moved in their place. She tried to cry out once more, but was stopped as a thick vine was wrapped tight around her muzzle by the other creature. Her front hooves were pinned firmly by the same set that held her in the first place, effectively rendering her attempts to call for help futile.

The creature behind her was spurred on by her pitiful attempts, laughing once more as it began to thrust its hips at a steady pace. The victim tried kicking her back legs, her vision beginning to blur from the onslaught of tears and pain.

No luck.

“As persistent as your sister, are we?” The red-eyed creature taunted, thrusting faster now. The mare instantly stopped squirming and gave her tormentor a frightened gaze. It looked back at her, and it chuckled. “Oh, yes, I had my fun with her too.” It stated coldly, and in that instant, Aoi began to writhe once again in an attempt to get away.

Her panicked mind was scrambling, her heart was racing, her rear legs fruitlessly pushing aside dirt and foliage like there was no tomorrow. She then felt hooves lash out upon her backside, a muffled cry resounding from her clamped muzzle with each strike. As the hooves connected again and again, as she was internally ripped to shreds, her struggles grew feebler and feebler.

Before too long, she finally fell unconscious, and so stopped moving as she was violated and thrashed relentlessly.