Miasma

MIASMA

BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

CHAPTER FOUR

All had gone quiet. The crowd was still divided, murmuring nervously, but everypony would agree that they felt a bit safer with the royal guards there. But it was a short lived comfort, as rumor spread that they might have something to do with or knew what was going on. They didn't help this situation either, by staying in the storage room. Finally, Twilight enlisted Big Macintosh's help to go and see what he could find out. Minutes turned to hours and the stout stallion didn't return. Twilight was about to open the door, preparing herself for what fate might have befallen them, but Big Mac came out just then.

“Well, did they tell you anything?” Twilight asked.

The large Apple-family member stood silent, looking thoughtful, as though recalling a long conversation that had strayed from what he had originally planned to ask about. Finally, his eyes met hers again; “Eenope.”

Twilight Sparkle was dumbfounded. Then what did they spend all that time talking about? Of course, in Big Mac's defense, he may have spent the whole time questioning them in different ways, but he didn't seem frustrated or even mildly disappointed with learning nothing.

She pried further but got nothing out of him. Finally, as he trotted away, she entered the storage room. It was dimly lit inside and when she found the guards, the light did not do any favors for what she was met with. The guard who had been bitten was lying on his side, shivering and breathing harshly. His wound had become a blackish purple and a strange frothy substance was forming on it. Twilight hadn't considered it, but maybe the creature's bite was poisonous. The other guard stood over him, looking emotionless, and gave Twilight a cold stare when he noticed her.

“Will he be alright?” Twilight asked.

The stare continued to bore into her and made a lump grow in her throat that prevented her from speaking. But nothing had to be said, for the wounded guard's eyes shot open. They were bloodshot and rolled around in his head as if they weren't attached to anything.

“It was us!” he croaked. “It's our fault!”

He was about to say more but the other guard put a hoof over his mouth to silence him. Twilight found her voice, and it was much sterner than she thought it would be.

“What was he talking about?” She demanded, raising her eyes from the guard on the floor. “What was your fault?”

The other glared at her and delivered a kick to the head of the snitch, knocking him out. Once he was sure that no more secrets would be reveled, he stumped forward toward Twilight, looking as though he might attack her. He drove her back out of the room and slammed the door. When Twilight tried to re-enter, she found it locked. She turned away from the door. Nopony had seen what had happened, and it should stay that way. But she had to find Big Macintosh....

THE FOLLOWING IS THE CLOP SCENE. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ IT, PLEASE SKIP DOWN UNTIL YOU SEE THE RED PRINT THAT SIGNALS THE ENDING OF THIS SCENE.

Applejack's breathing was heavy as she broke away from Big Mac's mouth and leaned her head back as he kissed her throat. She tried to think for a moment about the situation she was in, but her mind was blurred. What had happened? Her brother had come to her and when she had asked him what was wrong, he'd merely shaken his head. And then as she had looked into his hypnotic emerald eyes, she knew exactly what he wanted and she was suddenly so hot that she could barely contain an orgasm caused by his glance.

She hadn't though of her brother like this often, and it was never something she would pursue, but now, it felt like an unsuppressed lust for her sibling to mount her. It couldn't be anypony. She didn't trust any of the others (besides Twilight). No, only her brother could make this demon that was biting the insides of her womb stop its gnawing. Would it do any good to tell him how badly she needed him? Somehow, it felt like he knew exactly what she felt inside and it seemed he was feeling a mighty itch to fulfill it.

She was... leaning backwards? Yes, that didn't make a lick of sense but isn't that what couples having sex did? Yes, and what was next? She was drawing a complete blank on all though processes. Maybe if she looked at Big Macintosh, she could find out what she was suppose to be doing. She opened her eyes (which she had shut at some point) and saw a look of concentration and slight frustration on her brother's face. He wasn't looking at her however, he was looking down at her... stomach?

She glanced down herself and blushed heavily as she saw his massive stallion hood pointed directly at her dripping marehood. That was suppose to fit in there? Stop bein' stupid! Her brain told her. Y'all know exactly how this works! Now help him out! Help him out? How could she help him in this position? Big Mac let out a curse of frustration as he tried to push his cock into her and slipped to the side instead, only teasing his length. Idea! As Rarity might say.

She reached down to his cock and gripped it between her hooves, holding it steady and leading to her entrance. As she felt the warm head rest against her flower, she shivered and waited... But nothing happened. She looked up at Big Mac and saw him staring at her. What was he waiting for-... oh.
“Ready,” She whispered.

When he nodded in response, her eyes shot back down to watch it enter her.

And so he slowly slid it in and as the warmth filled her and there was no more visible part of the length to hold on to, she laid her head back and sighed. The first few thrusts were agonizing, so slow. As if she needed to be warmed up at this point. She gave hims bum a gentle nudge with her hoof and he began speeding up, much to her delight.

She began to sweat, her body straining under the pressure and Big Macintosh's cock seemed to be spreading warmth through every inch of her body. Her stomach seemed to be the warmest place... Why was she thinking so deeply about this? It wasn't like it was her first time.

But it was the first time with Big Mac, and it made her feel like a small virgin filly again, without the initial bad part of the first time. It was simply bliss this time. She had barely noticed the small whines and grunts Big Mac was making, nor her own moans. She didn't sense anything but the large sweaty stallion above her until her orgasm moved in.

Trembling, she wrapped her fore hooves around her brother's neck, bracing herself for the coming explosion in her most private area. Pressure continued to mount and her body began desperately trying to release, though she held it, hoping to make it last...until she realized that Big Macintosh had been holding it for several minutes now. Poor baby...she was well satisfied and was ready to end it for both of them.

Upon allowing herself to go, it took only a few seconds for her orgasm to hit. She bucked her hips and arched her back, calling Big Mac's name, which spurned him on to release. When he did, it felt like lava was filling her up, causing her muscles to contract and for her to squeeze every last drop out of him.

END OF CLOP SCENE.

Twilight Sparkle's search for Big Macintosh and Applejack had ended. She hadn't searched everywhere, but a new spectacle had appeared in the store. Unfortunately, it was nothing helpful.

“Did you see how the scientist's head was severed from his body? These monster's that plague us so obviously knew of his blasphemous mind and separated it from what truly mattered. A crude gesture yes! But that is how our savior must work to teach these ignorant fools! Are you so selfish, so blind that you would make your creator bow down to your level? You cannot--”

Twilight blotted out the rest as she began counting. Eight. Eight ponies in all had lost their minds; out of twenty three that were trapped in the bakery. It was unbelievable. They were seriously buying everything that Trixie said. The were not as far gone as Snips and Snails (who had become wailing and babbling idiots) but they were listening. It was obvious from the way they responded when Trixie asked for it, that they took each piece of “divine” hatred seriously. That's all it was, hatred.

Trixie was spinning tales of how everypony (seemingly but herself) had sinned by being nothing more than who they were. It was frightening really. The way she was churning this mob mentality. And the things she talked of doing...well you just had to listen.

“Sacrifice! Yes, sacrifice will save us! We, those who are guilty of nothing more than following our ruler, must throw out the infidels and pray! Only then shall we be spared from this torment!”

“Something's moving out there!” Somepony shouted.

Twilight raced quickly to the front. Their best defense had been to place a cupboard and to construct a fort out of flour and sugar. Now a barely grown colt (how he had gotten on watch duty was beyond Twilight) was pointing to one of the holes (made to see through) and shouting.

Twilight Sparkle looked out the hole and let out a small gasp. A large insect was sitting on the glass. It had large dragonfly wings and a long tail tipped with a spur that drug along the glass. The head was made up of large compound eyes and a very large mouth that broke into four outer mandibles, and inside was a large set of jaws, very uncharacteristic of insects. It had six legs, that looked much like that of an ant's. The creature itself was about the size of one of the bags with its wings folded, and probably two or three when flying.

“What are they?” A mare asked.

They? But as Twilight raised her eyes to the small space of window that couldn't be covered by bags, she saw at least fifteen of the insects crawling around. They all looked in with their compound eyes, the light from inside reflecting in them. They wanted something... The light! They must be attracted to the light.

“Everypony, turn out the lights. They're attracted to the lights!”

Several ponies began this task (that is searching for all the switches) while Twilight got anypony close away from the window. She didn't know if these creatures posed any threat, but she wasn't about to take the risk. Once it seemed everypony was at a safe distance, she found Sweetie Belle and pulled her out of the crowd.

“Help me find Applejack and Big Macintosh,” She whispered.

As they searched, the back rooms, Twilight strained her ears for any signs of distress from the two she was searching for and from the main room. Upon rounding a few large boxes of sprinkles (why Pinkie Pie needed this many was anypony's guess), she noticed a small closet door and a strange sound coming from inside. She opened the door and gasped, covering Sweetie Belle's eyes. Applejack was raising herself about Big Macintosh and their...“parts” were fully exposed and....

“Ready for round two?” Applejack asked her brother in a seductive tone.

Before Big Mac could answer, Twilight butted into Applejack's side, knocking her off her brother.

“What the buck do you think you're doing?!” Twilight shouted. “Are you seriously bucking while Ponyville's going to Hell and ponies are dying?!”

The siblings stared up at her, looking half ashamed and half surprised. Twilight was shaking now, anger burning every nerve in her body, and her mane seemed to threaten to catch fire. “Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy are probably dead, Rarity and Rainbow Dash are probably next in line and you're bucking? What about Apple Bloom?! Is she second to getting off in a closet?!”

“Twilight...we didn't mean for this to happen...it just sorta... happened... Ah swear!” Applejack tried to reason.

“Get up front...now!” Twilight commanded. “We have a situation right now, so we'll deal with this one later.”

The two nodded sheepishly and led the way out. Twilight hoped the creatures outside would distract from the smell of sex. It was totally irresponsible. Their actions would do nothing but hurt their situation. She tried to clear it from her mind as she looked out the window. The insects had possibly doubled in number and were more frequent around certain parts of the sugar and flour sacks. Twilight saw the correlation immediately. They were grouped around bags of sugar that they could see (or whatever sense they used) that were open slightly or torn, revealing the sweet powder. They were attracted to the sugar. Maybe they could distract the insects from themselves by tossing the sugar out to them.

“Everypony! Grab any sweets and opened sugar sacks and take them to the roof!”

An argument against her was present for a few moments before Applejack and Big Macintosh gave the crowd a threatening glare and they began moving. Twilight Sparkle went up the roof and led the ponies up the edge. They looked down and saw the insects head up for them. Depositing their sacks and treats on the edge, Twilight advised a test run.

The bugs flocked on to the pure sugar first, and any that couldn't get past the others went for the sweets.

“Twilight...” Sweetie Belle murmured, coming up beside her.

“Sweetie, go back inside. It's too danger out here.”

“But it's Trixie...she's....”

The goal was unable to finish as a screeching noise erupted below and ponies began screaming. Twilight turned toward the stairs but was met with a pony bringing up a cake. Trying to pass by him, she fell back as a small creature hopped on to his back. It was much like a rat, save the fact that it was white like flesh that been soaked and deprived of light. It had no eyes, its face make up of wrinkles that spanned out from a large mouth with vicious teeth.

In a panic, the stallion it had mounted tossed the cake, dancing around in an attempt to get rid of the rat. Applejack and another pony were struck by the cake. Applejack didn't waver, however the other pony stumbled and tripped, falling directly in the pile of sweets and sugar.

He began struggling to get up in the sticky mess, but soon began a new struggle as the insects landed on him. Twilight stared in horror as they tore at his coat and flesh in the process of eating the sugar. He let out several pained cries as he rolled in the treats, covering what part of his coat hadn't been removed and getting sugar on his exposed flesh and muscle, driving the creatures to begin burrowing into him as they went into a frenzy over the sugar.

Twilight glanced away to see the stallion with the rat on his back had fallen on to his knees, screaming as the rat had sat up on its hind legs and had grabbed the end of his mane in its claws. A sickening sound filled the air as it tore the mane off his scalp, digging one of its claws into the flesh under the skin.

Twilight's eyes fell on Applejack, who was staring in horror, still partially covered in sugar.

“Applejack!” Twilight Sparkle shouted, finding her voice. “Get the cake off of you!”

She began rubbing it off, scrapping her hooves on the ground to completely rid herself of it. However, one of the insects broke away from the writhing pony on the ground and landed on her shoulder. She stiffened as it looked at her with its large compound eyes. She stared back at it fearfully as its legs tickled her in an unpleasant manner. The eyes reflected every slight motion she made and created a soulless feeling to the creature. What was it thinking? What did it intend to do? The mandibles clicked together and it tilted its head.

The tail raised into the air suddenly and the sharp tip gleamed as it flexed and stuck into Applejack's throat. Twilight Sparkle charged at the creature, knocking it off of her, wincing as the stinger tore out, leaving a small hole the size of a key hole in her friend's neck. Applejack drew breath sharply, her eyes pointing up at the sky as she fell on her back. Twilight bent over her as the poison began working.

“Applejack!” Twilight screamed. “Keep looking at me!”

Applejack's eyes refused to focus and she coughed and tried desperately to breathe as her throat closed off.

Glancing up, Twilight yelled at somepony to help her, though all of those capable of acting were trying to get the insects off the corpse of the stallion, who seemed to have been soaked in water, the way his body was sunken in, though it became obviously quickly, that was because the flesh had been picked off his body, taking everything with it and leaving blood covered bones, with teeth marks in them. The other ponies were jabbing at the rat with any object they had, trying to get it off the back of the other stallion. This was in vain however, as the creature tore a large chunk of flesh out of his neck, and spread the hole with its fore claws. It buried its head into the base of his neck, and tore out a long white (blood soaked) piece of flesh that resembled a cord.

The stallion fell to the ground, trembling, and blood pooling around his head as the rat hopped off the building into the mist, as through the piece of spinal cord was what it wanted.

Twilight's eyes fell back on Applejack, and she continued to scream at her. But it was impossible for Applejack to look at her now. Her throat had swollen up like she had several cupcakes shoved under the flesh. Purple veins showed under her skin and blood had stopped flowing from the hole made by the stinger. Her eyes had rolled back in her head and she was twitching slightly, but otherwise, vacant of life.

Before Twilight could register more anguish, a large red body pushed her aside and the longest; “Nope” she had ever heard erupted from the lips of Big Macintosh.