In the light making it darker

After some time, the policemen begin to receive many reports of suicides and disappearances. Most of the cases are dismissed for lack of proof. But a group of them still suspect that the cases must be murderers because these activities have become unusually repetitive.

You are one of those police officers.

You start to worry about your family because it seems like they  mainly focuses on young ones and you have a son and a daughter. You cannot allow something so horrendous to happen to your children because they're all you have. But everything changes when you get the feeling that something is wrong. You don’t know what it is or why but you feel as if you must get home immediately.

So armed with courage and your trusty nine millimetres, you speed to your house at full velocity in a car of the force. You arrive soon and open the door of your house. You begin to feel restless because of the abysmal silence, so your heart start to pump large quantities of adrenaline that start to run through your veins when you hear your son scream in terror. With weapon in hand, you run in the direction of the screaming.

When you open your son’s bedroom door, you find a very disturbing surprise.

There, where you son lay, is this creature resting peacefully but your son looks at you very terrified. So you dispose yourself to help him and you succeed on taking him out of the bed, but just when you’re about to exit the room a soft and gentle voice stops you in your tracks. Both of you feel disturbed. The voice says just loud enough for you to hear, “Your life”. If it weren’t for the fact that you knew this was not natural, you’d have believed that there is no threat, but your instinct tells you to point your trusty nine millimeters and point it at the creature.

So when you turn around to face it, the creature looks at you with the most beautiful and pure eyes you have ever seen. But just as you’re about to fall for her charms, you realize that this is the same creature that has been described in the suicide cases.

Your son is scared behind you and tells you to shoot it.

You are frightened as well, but you manage to say “You are under arrest by the charges of multiple murders and kidnaps. All you say can and will be used agaist you in a court of law. ” You don’t know what to say or do. The terror is too much.

The creature laughs with grace and kindness and begins to stand up from the bed. It starts to move with a smooth and graceful stride towards you, making you angry and fearful. “Freeze or I’ll shoot!” You threatened.

The creature just laughs and smiles like the most innocent of creatures. So without waiting more, you shoot to point-blank.

You manage to hit it in the shoulder, making the creature cry of pain in the most tender and pain filled voice you've ever heard. Your son moved to the pitiful snivelling creature and rushes to her aid.

You are confused and you don’t know what to do. You just hurt one of the most majestic and noble creatures you have ever seen and if that was bad, your son looks at you with hate because you injured an innocent creature.

The confusion... it’s powerful and you don’t know what to do. After witnessing this... this madness you can't think right anymore. For some odd reason, suicide seems like the only reasonable idea as you now give up on trying to find an answer. Putting the gun to your mouth, your face has become covered in tears before you blow your brains out.

You stop being.

You pay no attention at what just happened. Your only worry is the creature, which is cuddled at your chest as you feel her heart pounding with affection. You grab her chin while you go into deep thought, staring at her beautiful blue eyes. Without waiting, you close in a kiss with strength and passion, making your tongue dance with hers and continuing this for some time until you can’t take it anymore.

So with a growing libido and rudeness, you shove her to the floor, staring her succulent cheeks while taking off your pajama pants off revealing a erect and venous member that practically yells that it's ready for action. So you approach her with your manhood nearing her wet pussy. You grunt, feeling her warm and wet puffy folds, starting to rub against it with your member with delicateness.

You thrust your member, the creature moan in pleasure while you start to get a rhythm like a wave back and forward. Feeling her soft and glossy fur against your skin makes you feel shivers travel down your spine. Her vagina clenched around your penis in as if trying to milk your warm, thick seed while she moves at a desirable speed.

Your thrusts begin to turn spastic and uneven after a few minutes as you near your peak. After a few jerky thrusts, your love juice rushes inside her tight pussy making your vision get fuzzy as your breath becomes laboured because of the lack of oxygen.

Soon you remain weak and brushed your hand on her lower back fur, feeling your life running out.

You stop being…

You are a private detective.

You begin to receive cases of this suicide-kidnap from the families of the victims turning to you because the police does nothing.

They think it was murder and even you, moved by feelings and your sense of justice, start to believe is true.

A mother is crying in front of you with her five year old daughter all confused on her lap. She wants justice to be done and the scene got into your heart. So to calm down you start to light a cigarette and with the best intentions, you entrust yourself to make justice because you hate to see a woman cry that way.

You say goodbye to her as you start to get your hands to work and when you open an archive, you realize the horrible case you got into.

Father and son, the father was a cop approximately in his forty’s, and the son was only thirteen years old. The two were shot. The father, it seems, blowed his brains out and the son has been shot to the heart. Seems as if the father shot the kid and afterwards shot himself.

Your curiosity becomes stronger as you check the rest of the archives. As you begin to look through files, the disturbing facts of the scenes before you are getting worse one after the other.

Some young men had their guts pulled out, some were hanged and the others sitting in a bloodbath by their families. Some of the other archives were from missing ladies and children.

You become enraged because the victims are so young or successful, like the poor man that killed himself by cutting his veins in the bathtub.

However, you start to see a pattern. Some of the archives talk about some writings left behind by the victims or mysterious packages received before their death.

All of them talk about some series called ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’ and some ‘Fluttershy’, that fits the profile of ‘the creature’ related on some hand writes tell.

Even you start to dismiss the case because it sound like some dementia came from a horror book and had sex with a brony, a pathetic one by the way because ponies and death don’t go together.

In the heat of the moment you begin to throw the archives to the trashcan while you take your cup and dispose yourself to make some coffee because you feel tired and you can’t alud you the luxury of sleeping on the work.

You are about to drink sip from the hot, bitter and precious liquid when you hear someone knocking on the door and irritated for the interruption, you prepare yourself to yell at your secretary because you are not in the mood to receive more crazy things about the pony case.

Your anger stops being when you open the door and realize no one is out there. So with curiosity, you begin to look around to spot with a package on the floor. You look at it for a space of time when you decide to pick it up as you close the door of your office and throw the package on the trash can; because whoever dared to interrupt you from the coffee time, didn’t deserve your time.

Once you sipped the hot liquid, you start to feel relaxed, warm and most important: awake. The coffee took effect and you start to feel active again.

You hestle on your chair as you think about the box in the trashcan. You feel like something is calling you but you try ignore it. Still, the call feels stronger and stronger. Soon you can no ignore it anymore and take the box to see its content. Between the plastic you find a disk that has the words ‘My Little Pony’ on it.

You furiously break the disk throwing it at the trash.

You yell at the skies “Are you laughing at me? Fuckers! I hope the devil takes you to the very depths of hell and makes you suffer for all of eternity!”

To relax you smoke another cigarette because you have to work. You call your secretary and tell her to let the next person come into your office.

You hear a knock and you tell whoever was out there to come in. A blonde woman walks in and sits at the chair in front of your desk. She stares at you with her blue eyes making you feel uncomfortable. So, you ask her what’s the matter, that you have some work to do. Be brief. And if she was going to talk about the pony case; please abstain and leave immediately.

She opens her mouth and begins to talk, “Did you see it?”

With curiosity you ask, “See what?”

She answer smiling from ear to ear, “The package.”

You just lose it hitting youbr desk with both hands as you start to point furiously at the woman “Come on! Get out; get the fuck out of here! I don’t want to know anything about your bullshit, you damn idle prick!”

She stands up and leaves quickly, leaving you all alone. You’re stressed and irritated, your head is starting to hurt as you try to calm your pain by caressing your temples. Soon, you call your secretary asking to throw everyone out and to bring some aspirins.

The secretary arrives with a glass of water and two aspirins. She is brunette with a temptation body. In concern, she asks you “What’s going on? Why suddenly you throw everyone out?”

You answer after consuming the aspirins and drinking some water. “That blonde. She putted me on a bad mood, that’s all”, she looks at you confused and you notice it. You attempt to comfort her with your arms, “What is it, honey?”

She turns around to see you with some fearful eyes, “I never let a blonde come to see you, actually, you haven’t call in half an hour, just to throw people out and ask for aspirins.”

The disturbance invades your body by hearing this as you turn around to stare at the trash can. Not waiting for anything, you leap on it searching for the disk, but there is no sign of it. Your secretary starts to feel worried about you and asks you for the reason of this nonsense.

With horror in your eyes, you tell her to leave, that you give her the day off, and with no further explanations you push her out of the office locking the door behind you. She tries to reason with you but to no avail. So in the heat of the moment you just fire her, giving her no more reason to stay at your side. She leaves angry.

The silence is your only friend right now.

But some weird noises start from the other side of the door. They sounded struggles, meaning that someone or something is trying to get in, getting louder and louder each second, leaving the try and hearing some laughs, then silence becomes present again.

Fearfully you try to reach for your revolver on the dragger on your desk as you start to move slowly towards the door. You try to open it but to no avail. You realize you are locked in. You ask yourself What is going on here?

You turn around to see the blonde lady from before. She is staring at you with those horrible blue eyes and she is smiling really wide and creepy making you feel angry, “You again?! I've had enough!”

You hold your revolver and point to her starting to shoot, but you see that she falls to her knees in a second to finally smash with the floor. You approach to her to double tap, “Better to be sure”.

Then without hesitation you go to your chair and sit like nothing happened here as you stare at the body. You close your eyes for a little moment and when you opened them again the corpse was gone.

You start to freak out. This is not natural. Laughs can be heard from everywhere now making you feel weak of mind every second as you lose your sanity.

After some hours of psychological torment you start to laugh maniacally and point the revolver to your head as you stare into infinity, saying goodbye with your hand as you blow your brains off.

You stop being…