Queen of Flames

by l-Mr_Person-l

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Alternate Universe, Sad, Dark
Length: 2664

Phisk wasn't a saint, but her fate was one none deserved. No matter how much she tried to fix it, it all kept crashing down. When a gift from the heavens arrived, she realized her only escape: Death. [Made with permission from the owner of Phsik]

Phisk had made mistakes in her life.

A lot of mistakes.

But the life she ended up with was not one she ever could have possibly deserved. Escape seemed impossible. She could do nothing to avoid what horrible fate would befall her. It seemed like she would be a prisoner forever.

Then, as if by magic, a gift from the highest reaches was given to her. With this, her escape is clear:

Death.

[Made with permission from, and in collaboration with, Phisk's owner: I, Darkstar X]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-14 16:30:02 UTC

I: Coronation

Chapter I; Coronation

Phisk's eyes opened slowly. She didn't want to be awake, but her alarm said otherwise. She reached over and pushed the snooze button, but someone had jammed it, preventing use. She knew who it was, and gulped. She felt between her legs under her lingerie, and to her relief, it was dry. She sat up as quietly as she could, and swung her hooves over the side of the bed. But as she straightened up to stand, a hoof suddenly grabbed her tail, and yanked her back into bed. She yelped in pain, blushing as she fell right into her husband's lap. She gulped, feeling something hard and long under her head. Her husband smiled widely at her, playing his hoof through her mane.

"Morning beautiful~" he purred silkily. Phisk replied in a small voice, saying,

"M-M-Morning..." then attempted to get up again, but another yank, on her mane this time, pulled her back. Phisk whimpered softly, closing her eyes. She knew what he wanted.

"Not so fast now~" he purred, standing up, letting the blanket fall away, revealing his erect stallionhood. Phisk whimpered again, and rolled over, getting into position.

"J-Just please be quick, Mathew. I don't want to be late again..." She said softly. Mathew rolled his eyes, and said,

"How many times do I have to remind you of the phrase: 'Family First'?" Phisk bit her lip.

"But I'm- nng!- running out of excuses for my boss, and th-there's a meeting early today..." Phisk said, starting as his larger heavier body nearly made her drop to her knees. She had to be honest: she hated doggy-style.

"Then don't give an excuse. Tell them how you have sex every morning because you're a horny little cumslut~" Mathew said, looking down at her firm rump and exposed marehood. Always tight, always warm, and always stretchy. She was also small. Even for a Pegasus. This made her extra tight, and put her stretchiness to use when Mathew breached her womb, making her belly hurt for days from the brutal thrusts. Mathew really only cared about making she was healthy for sex. Not wether or not she was happy, getting enough sleep, etc.. Phisk couldn't run away, she had nowhere to go, and there wasn't any way Mathew, being a prince, would EVER let her go. And if she did try to, she knew that his word would be taken above hers.

"If you're a good girl, I may let you go without making your flank nice and red from my hoof~" Mathew said, getting ready to penetrate her. Phisk had counted herself lucky that he always wore a condom, but the fact he didn't now was horrifying.

"W-Wait! Y-Y-You didn't p-put a c-c-condom on!" She cried, panic overwhelming her. Mathew responded by landing a hard spank to her rump, leaving a bright red mark in the shape of a hoof.

"Remember who you belong to. You're mine, 'till death do us part~" he growled in her ear, making her whimper again. She covered her head with her hooves, sobbing into the blanket. She barely noticed him penetrating her, her brain struggling to tune out the involuntary pleasure. She didn't want this, but she also didn't have a choice in the matter either. At first, their marriage had been the happiest time of her life, but after a while, Mathew became more and more controlling and mean, hurting her "out of love". She wasn't allowed to wear anything except her exceptionally suggestive lingerie while at home, regardless of guests or whatnot.

"Yeah that's it~ keep crying whore~" Mathew murred huskily, shoving into her womb without regard for her. She's screamed in pain and unwanted pleasure, clenching as a bulge on her abdomen grew and shrunk with his cruel thrusts.

"P-PLEASE STOP!!" Phisk begged, but she knew the answer.

"Zip it bitch. I know you like it~" Mathew growled, spanking her again, leaving painful stinging marks. Again and again his hoof hit her flank, without mercy. Phisk wanted it be over, but at the same time didn't, because that would mean risk of pregnancy, which would be horrible. She wanted to be a mother yes, but not with Mathew. She wanted the father of her foals to be kind, gentle, caring, diligent, loving, doting, honest, loyal, intelligent, and happy. Mathew was none of these. Mathew was wicked. He claimed to love her, but Phisk couldn't, no, wouldn't believe that. Phisk felt an unpleasant sizzling in her deepest recesses. She was about to cum. She really had to mentally beat herself to not cum first, because that resulted in punishment. She didn't have to wait long however, feeling his tip flare up. She whimpered out a quiet beg to herself, assuming what was about happen. However, such was not the case. Just before cumming, Mathew pulled out, cumming onto her back and mane. She squealed as she came, then again when she felt his cum cover her back. Panic rose up in her again, realizing what he was doing. After her back and mane were slathered in quickly drying cum, Mathew sat back, and said,

"Have fun at that meeting sweetie~" Phisk shakily stumbled to the closet, and began to dress, having no choice but to leave the cum in her mane and on her back. She put on some of her older clothes, so she could throw them away after she was done with them. Her flank stung painfully when she her pants touched them, but she tried to ignore it. A few minutes later, she was out the door. She repeated what she had said to herself when Mathew was about to cum.

"I want to die..."

:(-0-):

Phisk reeked of sex. Sweat, cum, and arousal. Not to mention the semen in her mane and the blush on her cheeks. She entered the office quickly, trying to not cry as every single one of her coworkers stared at her in shock and disbelief. She felt so ashamed, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was eleven minutes late. Her life was over, and she knew it. Why did she keep going though? She really had no idea. She entered the elevator and pushed the 13th floor button. It was a short ride up, and she barely noticed her favorite song playing on the radio that replaced the stupid elevator music. When the doors opened, she walked out, and turned right, walking for a minute before turning into the meeting room. They had already started, and as soon as she entered, everyone in the room froze, smelling her. Their expressions were shocked, horrified, and disgusted even. Without looking up, Phisk sat down in her chair, wincing as her flank stung painfully. A deafening silence extended for what felt like years. Phisk remained silent and motionless through it all, hot tears dripping from her eyes slowly.

"Phisk." Her boss said slowly, in disbelief. He was an older stallion, but didn't look his age. He couldn't understand how Phisk managed to be consistently late, and never believed her excuses.

"Yes sir?" Phisk asked, looking up at him through teary eyes.

"My office. Go." He said, just as slowly, but with an edge of anger. Phisk nodded, standing up and leaving the room, walking across the floor to his office, her stench making everyone on the floor look at her. When she reached her boss's office, she sat down in the chair she always sat in, and waited. No less than a minute later, her boss stormed in, sitting down in his chair. He sighed, glaring at her.

"What excuse is it this time?" He said hostily. Phisk opened her mouth, and said,

"No excuse, sir. I had sex with my husband this morning, and couldn't bring myself to clean off his sweet cum..." She said, as Mathew had told her to do. Her boss shook his head.

"You're quite a messed up mare, aren't you? You belong in a psych ward." He said bitterly, glaring at her. Phisk didn't respond, tears dripping from her eyes.

"You're a fucking disgrace. Get out of my building, and don't come back." He continued, after a brief pause.

"It goes without saying that you're fired." Phisk nodded. Standing up and stumbling out. The next few hours were a blur, she left the office, stumbled down the street in full view of everyone, then took a bath in a creek, washing herself off. She then began the journey home, dragging her hooves, she considered "accidentally" falling onto the road when their was a green light. She almost did, but her mind always drifted away from the idea just before she did. An hour later she was back in the palace where Mathew lived, and she was captive. She walked into the throne room where Mathew was. He saw her, and said,

"Back so soon?" He smiled at her.

"I was fired..." She said, sitting down at the steps of the throne. She wasn't allowed to set hoof on them.

"Good." He said.

"Now we can spend more time together." Phisk looked up at him, then burst into tears, running off as fast as her hooves could carry her. Mathew smiled, watching her go.

"Stupid cunt." He said to himself. Phisk kept running and running, before tripping and skidding painfully to a stop somewhere she didn't recognize.

"I don't want to live anymore!" She wailed, banging her hooves on the floor until they started bleeding.

"I want to die! I want to die! I WANT TO DIE!!!" She screamed, then coughed violently, dry-heaving onto the floor. Too weak to try and move away, she collapsed into the vomit, and lay motionless but for her sobs. She lay there for hours, her tears had eventually dried up and oozed blood out instead. Suddenly, she head a whistling noise, like something dropping through the air, getting closer and closer. She opened one eye, just in time to see something smash through the wall and land next to her, knocking her back as the impact cracked the floor, and released a shockwave. Phisk looked up at it, confused. It was some kind of meteor, made of a substance that was very smooth and black. But it seemed to absorb a little light, hence its "darker-than-black" color. She stood up, and approached it. Fear seemed to leave her, because she wanted to die. Its shape was hollow, and curved like a basket. She looked inside, and saw a tiny fire-orange octagonal gem with the diameter of a ping-pong ball. She reached in, and lifted it up. As soon as she touched it, searing heat ripped through her, and she felt reality strip away, replaced by an infinite plane of flames. Phisk felt her body burn, but it didn't seem to damage her. She screamed in pain, flailing her body around in an attempt to put the fire out, but the pain never ended. After a few minutes, she just collapsed, the burning sensation ebbing away as her body adapted to it. She looked at the gem, which was now in a weapon. A small one hoofed hatchet, with a small back-spike where the gem was inset, viable on both sides. The entire thing seemed made from the meteorite, and looked heavy, but weighed nothing to her.

"You poor little pony..."

Phisk felt along the blade, not even feeling the cut she made. The thing must be atomically sharp!

"You just wanted to be happy..."

Phisk moaned a little, bringing the hatchet closer to her chest, salivating despite herself.

"You just wanted a family..."

She pushed the blade into her, moaning as pleasure rippled through her, not pain.

"But you can't. You can't until he's dead..."

Phisk moaned again, pulling the hatchet out of her, then plunging the blade deep into her soft belly, making her squeal loudly in pleasure, blood boiling in the flames as soon as it dripped from her. She liked the hatchet out again, and held it up to her face. She licked up the flat side of the blade, tasting her blood. It tasted, surprise surprise, like metal. She didn't know what else she expected, honestly. She looked back at the fire all around her, and pulled with her free hoof. The fire followed her hoof, coiling around and up her hoof. She grinned widely. She knew now. The flames were her own, the fire obeyed her. She could control how they burned, in which direction they licked the air, and hot they were. It was like it was all an extension of herself.

"Kill him."

Phisk's eyes opened. She was back on the floor. The hatchet in her hoof. She smiled widely. She felt powerful. She had a beautiful new toy. She held the hatchet close to her heart, and, not noticing her lack of injuries, began to happily skip to her bedroom, grinning widely at the plan she had.

She was right that her only escape was death, but it wouldn't be her who's life ended...

:(-0-):

"Oh Mathew dear~" Phisk called out through the throne room door a few minutes later, startling Mathew.

"Phisk?" He asked, confused as she entered, wearing a highly suggestive dress. She had both hooves clasped behind her back, and she was blushing AND smiling alluringly. She looked as if she had been crying her eyes out not ten minutes before as well. She kept approaching, climbing right up the steps and sitting cowgirl style in his lap. He was too surprised to react, in all honesty.

"I was thinking about what you said about spending time together, and I decided you're right~" she purred. Mathew was extremely confused. She didn't expect her to break like this. Still, he wasn't complaining. He grinned, and kissed her belly. Phisk giggled, bringing her hooves up over her head to interlock at the top of the throne chair. Her right hoof still held the hatchet.

"I understand now why you did all those things to me." She moaned, pressing her marehood against his muzzle. He grinned as he began to eat her out, coming up with a few ideas to make her pay for this dominant move.

"You only wanted what was best for me~" she purred, feeling fire form in her mouth as she readied her hatchet. Mathew kept eating her out, completely unaware of the danger he was in. Phisk moaned again, then she swung her hatchet. Without a sound other than the trickling of blood and a swish of air, his head became detached from the rest of his body, and slid off to the side. A fountain of blood exploded upward from the stump, covering her front in thick hot red liquid. She felt a rush of energy, and sighed in pleasure. The fire in her mouth followed her exhale, sending a warming blush onto her cheeks. She smiled at the decapitated Mathew, and began to rub her marehood on the stump, purring softly as the squishy inner flesh felt amazing on her lower lips.

"Ironic. You've given me more pleasure while dead then you ever did while alive." She giggled aloud after squirting marecum down his windpipe. She lifted her hatchet up, and kissed the gem, which elicited a slight burning sensation on her lips.

"I killed him, now what do I do?" She asked it, but the gem was unable to give a response. She dropped down to sit in the corpse's lap, and swung her hatchet in an "X". The resulting chest injury allowed more blood to splatter on her, she tried tasting it, and shrugged. It would probably be better cold. She curled up in the body's lap, purring softly. She closed her eyes, smiling. Power felt good. She knew she would have some serious trouble later, but for now, she just relaxed.

"This must be what freedom feels like..." She murred to herself just before she fell into a deep peaceful sleep.