Black Nightmare

Star looked up as the changeling spoke to her. "I see you pony, might as well come out. I don't plan to hurt you."

Star slowly crawled out, holding her rifle to the changelings head. "So, you killed everyone?"

"Yes..."

Star sighed and lowered her weapon slightly. "What's your name? Why did you kill everyone? Why you rape their corpses?"

"My name is Amberwing. I killed them because if I did not, I would die. I raped the dead because I needed release... This is a stressful job... Assassination. It's not what I wanted to do. But I had no choice..." The changeling replied with a sigh, sobbing.

"Why not?" Star asked. "What would have happened if you hadn't?"

"I told you: I would die!" Amberwing replied with an angered huff.

Star sighed as she looked to the changeling, her gaze picking out that he had a slight errection. "Uhm... You have an... Ehh..."

Amberwing blushed, hiding his penis from Star's view. "Sorry! Sorry," he exclaimed in panic, dropping his weapons and covering himself. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be. I get it, you're stressed," Star replied quietly. A blush appearing on her face, clearly embarrassed by the sight. "Get something move covering is my suggestion..." Star recommended. "Or transform into something without one!"

Amberwing nodded, transforming into an exact replica of Star.

Star looked to the changeling with a flustered expression. "Not me!" She yelled angrily, pulling her rifle back to Amberwing's head.

Amberwing immediately transformed into a greyish-green stallion with a pale purple mane and tail. "Better?" He asked in a panicked hurry, using his arms to block his face.

Star lowered her weapon with a sigh, placing the rifle on her back into a clipped on hoslter. She then placed the pistol into it's own, smaller,  holster. "Better. Now get some gear on, I don't wanna see you walking around with that thing dangling there." She was referring to his large equine cock hanging from the fake form. It was certainly a lot bigger than average, and a deep midnight black. She salivated slightly at the sight of it, much to her disgust. She couldn't think like that when It was a changeling! Though, somepony to talk to would be a nice change from the slaughter. That slaughter would need cleaning though. She wouldn't like that.

When Amberwing had finished dressing he looked himself down, relieved to find his member no longer showing. "Well?" he asked Star.

"Much better. Now, get to work on cleaning up," Star replied with a commanding tone.

"Pardon?" Amberwing asked in confusion.

"Well, I'm not sleeping with a bunch of corpses, so we need to clean up. And you are going to help." Star replied with a smug grin. "Now get on with it."

Amberwing sighed and jumped down and started to haul the mangled remains of Star's crew outside, staring at her breastplate the entire time, as he worked. Star could tell exactly what he was thinking as she cleaned up bloodstains on the walls, rubbing at them vigorously. The stains mostly refused to come off. "Stop staring," she demanded. "If you work quick enough I might allow you a peek though." Star paused, unable to believe she had just said that.

Amberwing nodded and got on with his job, a smug grin on his face. "Does that include sex?" he asked.

"Shut up, before I shoot you."

"Shutting up."

Before the next ten minutes had passed every last one of the corpses had been moved to the air locks, and Amberwing informed Star. "Hey pony. I've finished. They've been moved to the airlock."

"Good. Jettison them." Star replied, having just finished clearing blood. Kneeling down she sighed from exhaustion. Scrubbing blood off walls took it out of a pony.

Amberwing returned, still in his fake form. "Ma'am I've done as you commanded," he jokingly said, earning him a groan from Star.

"Good..." Star wheezed, lying on one of the beds. "So... You got a family?"

"No..." Amberwing replied, a tear in his eye. "My hive was destroyed by a mob of ponies, overwhelming and overpowering our small hive we were crushed. I think... I only survived because I played dead." Amberwing had begun crying again, streaks of his tears poring down his face. "I had no one... So I found her. Chrysalis"

"So... She was the same bitch she was during the attack on Canterlot?" Star inquired.

"Yes..." Amberwing replied. "She was." Amberwing stopped crying suddenly.

Star sighed solemnly as she nodded. "Okay... I think that's enough for now then..."

Amberwing nodded, trying to forget the memories. He paused, taking in the room. Large, empty and quiet. Silence had descended with great ease, almost as if it owned the place. Star raised her head, her ears twitching, searching for the non-existent sound. Not even the humming of the dispensers in the left wall could be heard. Amberwing stood slowly, walking to the doorway. As it opened sound returned to the room, and a bright light flooded it, too.

Star groggily sat up in the bed, looking towards Amberwing and shielding her eyes from the shining aura. "A nebulae?" she asked Amberwing. He nodded in reply looking out the corridor window. Then the nod turned to a shake.

"Proto-star." Amberwing stated.

"A proto-star?" Star repeated in awed shock. She had never seen one before. She rushed out to see, knocking into Amberwing and sending the pair into the see through, diamond windows. Amberwing groaned as his fake form vanished from sight, leaving  his true identity exposed again. Star meanwhile gasped out in pain from a cracked leg, broken in the collision between the pony and changeling. Blood pouring from where skin and muscle had torn, ligaments crushed and mangled. The pain had reduced her to nothing. Weak, vulnerable. Everything she shouldn't have been. And Amberwing had gotten up again, flaring in anger.

"That's it!" Amberwing yelled in fury and slight pain. "You bitch, I get something for that. Whether you like it or not," he was referring to sex by the look of him. His erect cock pointing at Stars pained face.

All she could do was run.