“You’re free to go!” the warden said, and unlocked the gate and held it open. Night Phantom sauntered out and stared at the warden with a cocky grin on his face. Once he was out of the gate he looked back and winked at the warden and nodded a goodbye. “Don’t come back!” the warden yelled, and shut the gate behind the black unicorn stallion. He was glad to see this one leave. Something about that guy made him uncomfortable. Just being in the same room with him made him feel jittery and anxious. When Phantom looked at the warden, looked at him and made eye contact, the warden could swear his thoughts became jumbled and he felt hot. He completely avoided eye contact with the dark pony as often as he could, and he was certain Phantom could sense it and played off it.
The departing unicorn was big in size, and visually stunning. His fur was jet black, but when the sun shone on it it appeared blue. His mane and tail were unruly — black with highlights of turquoise — and his eyes were a striking blue. His horn was broken; the jail staff figured that had something to do with his cutie mark: a purple star with a circle around it. Zecora had been called in to analyze the mark and according to her, the pentagram is a symbol of Pagan culture, widely used in pony witch circles, of which very few still existed. Most ponies who delve into “black magic” were shunned and feared by society and therefore were “cast out” of towns, villages and cities, forcing them to live together in groups who prefered to be recluse and unseen. Usually they lived deep in the woods and far up in the mountains where they could live their lives without being bothered. Perhaps Phantom’s horn was broken by some ponies who were trying to suppress the magic he undoubtedly possessed.
Phantom appeared in Canterlot one night; he came in on the train and was spotted walking around town. His unique appearance drew everyone’s attention, most especially the mares. He walked with a self-confident swagger, his blue crystal eyes taking in the scenery, nodding at the stallions and smiling at the mares who all turned giddy. Nobody knew anything about him, where he came from or where he was going, and Phantom wasn’t willing to give out any information. He was quiet and reserved and kept to himself, and remained happily mysterious.
Unfortunately for him, he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He’d been at the back of a grocery store digging in the dumpster for something to eat, an activity he often did, and at that moment the store happened to be robbed by a black stallion closely fitting his description. He had been assumed to be the perpetrator, and he’d immediately been arrested and taken into custody in Canterlot Jail. He had spent the last ten months behind bars, forced to do hard physical labor for a crime he hadn’t committed.
His cutie mark no doubt helped secure his conviction and he was forced to wear a magic block on his horn to prevent him from performing any magic inside and possibly freeing himself.
He didn’t have a hard time in jail at all. He had just kept to himself. He slept all day and was awake at night, peering through the bars up at the moon, which he would just stare at for hours. He was very obedient; he followed the rules and caused no trouble; just waited patiently for his release date. No pony bothered him: they were either afraid of him or intimidated, or both. No pony even approached him the entire time he was inside.
Once out of the gate, after nodding goodbye to the warden, he started to run, and he ran fast, and hard. It felt so good to run again. The cool night air felt invigorating through his tousled mane, and the full moon’s light guided him with ease. Once he found an open field, he bowed down and looked up at the moon. After staring at it for quite some time he started to walk toward Ponyville, hungry and tired, and lonely for the attention of a mare. He had never gone this long without “company” and was terribly in need. One thing Phantom had never had a problem with was finding a mare to keep him company. They seemed to melt into his eyes and were usually instant denizens of his lust spells.
He walked to the outskirts of Ponyville and found a big tree he could sleep under when the sun came up, and be ready for the next night to get his fill of food and sex.
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It was Friday night and Rarity was buzzing around her shop, trying to close up for the night. She was late for an important dinner date with a very prestigious potential client. Frantically she swept up, putting things away and straightening up the shop. If Sweetie Belle had been here she would’ve recruited her to do this, but she and Scootaloo were spending the night with Apple Bloom.
She grabbed a cake that she’d had Pinkie make just for this dinner, and put it on the ground outside the back door so as to not forget it when she left. She ran inside, counted her drawer, closed the curtains, locked up and grabbed the trash to toss in the dumpster she shared with the restaurant next door.
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Phantom woke up as the sun was setting. He stretched and heard his stomach growl. He started toward Ponyville to satisfy his cravings. He walked through the town slowly, looking around at all the quaint shops and cottages. He saw a few female residents and knew he would have no trouble getting what he wanted. After all, when it came to sex, he always got what he wanted.
Meadow Flower caught his eye and he approached her, and, capturing her with his blue eyes he smiled. “Hello,” he said, and bowed. She immediately blushed. He winked at her and she nearly fell to her knees. She was overwhelmed with desire for this handsome unicorn. She had never felt that way about any stallion, much less one she’d just met. “Can you tell me, ma'am, where I could get something to eat around here?”
She had a hard time speaking. His blue eyes were striking: the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. He was wearing bracelets on each of his ankles that were silver, adorned with some kind of shiny gem… it looked to her like quartz crystal. She noticed his cutie mark. She was fascinated with him. She squeaked, “y-yes… yes, there is… there’s a little restaurant right next to Rarity’s shop. They have great food.”
She was blushing so hard, she was certain she was as red as a tomato. She shook her head to try and cool off the heat she was feeling.
“Thank you, ma'am,” he said and smiled. She shakily gave out directions to the restaurant, and watched as he walked away. He looked back at her as he left, then shook his mane and trotted off.
Meadow Flower felt like crying. She had a strange feeling, almost as if she’d known this stallion forever and had loved him, and he was leaving her. She watched him until he was gone, and then noticed something shiny on the ground. It was a diamond. “Hello!” she shouted out to him, thinking this would give her a fine excuse to talk to him again, but he was gone. She picked up the diamond and held on to it, treasuring it, and planned to keep it forever.
“Who was that Stallion?” she asked herself.
The smell of food lured Phantom to the right spot. Restaurants always had dumpsters and dumpsters always had food. He trotted to the back and noticed… a cake. A beautiful pink and white cake, placed delicately in a decorative box. Cake was not his first choice of food, but it would fill the hole and he was not going to be choosy.
He started to open the box and heard a door slam and someone scream. “What are you doing?!” Rarity shouted, and gasped in horror. “Who are you?! What are you… that is mine, thank you!” Her horn glowed and she pulled the cake away from him into her arms. His eyes flashed red; his horn began to glow as well, much brighter than Rarity’s and he took back the cake. Rarity looked at his broken horn; how was he still able to do magic with a broken horn?
Annoyed, she took a step toward him. “Ok… look. I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, but that cake is for a very important dinner and I can’t ..” She dropped her purse, and the contents spilled out, revealing a picture of her and Sweetie Belle.
He picked it up and said, “well, well, who is this young, innocent, sweet little filly?” He licked his lips. “I think I may have to find her.” Rarity took the picture out of his hooves and shoved it back in her purse.
“Have dinner with me,” he said, and locked his blue eyes onto hers. She couldn’t help but notice they were stunning.
“I don’t have time for this,” she said, “just give me my cake so I can go.”
She was resisting: something mares never did to Phantom. This was the one. This was the one he was going to fuck. Right after he ate her cake.
“You know what?” she spat. “Forget it. I’ll just go without the cake.” She flipped her head around, put her nose in the air and started to walk away.
“No, you’re not going anywhere,” he said, and illuminated his horn. He lifted her in the air a few feet. Much to her frustration, her own magic was no match for his. He turned her around to face him and gently set her down, opened the box of cake and took some out. He licked of some frosting as he stared at her, put some on his hoof and held it to her mouth. “Try some,” he offered.
“No!” Rarity shouted and tried to run away again. He picked her up again and this time placed her down a little harder. “I said: try some!”
“No.”
She turned around again, and he lifted her up one more time, and set her down hard. It hurt her hooves, a shock wave ran through her her legs and body. “I said,” he whispered, “try some.” He used his magic to open her mouth and put the frosting on her tongue. He pulled in close to her and put his tongue in her mouth, taking some on his own, slowly, sensually.
Rarity was scared now. She noticed his cutie mark… she had heard about these kind of ponies… they were dark, elusive, and powerful. She tried to pull away but he put a hoof under her chin and guided her mouth to his, and with the frosting on his tongue, he licked her lips. She licked it up, disgusted. He winked at her. His eyes were so blue, so strikingly blue, that it was difficult to stop looking into them.
He ate the cake he had in his hooves, all the while holding her in his strange force field that wouldn’t allow her to escape. He ate slowly, silently, sultrily, staring her down, moving his eyes up and down her body. She tried to scream but he immediately muffled it. She desperately tried to turn and run again, but she was held fast.
“Stop trying to run away.” he told her.
“I will not! How dare you hold me prisoner like this? Do you know who I am?”
“I do.”
“Who am I then?”
“Rarity. You own this shop here, and you have that sweet, adorable, young little sister named Sweetie Belle, who I wouldn’t mind fucking right along with you. Maybe I should leave you here and go get her, so I can tear her in half with you watching,” he winked.
Rarity couldn’t believe he knew her name. “Who are you?”
“Don’t worry yourself with that, Rarity. Just relax and have fun. I’m going to.”
“No, you aren’t! You most certainly are not going to!”
Phantom had had enough of her resistance and picked her up and slammed her down on her back inside the dumpster. He used so much force she went straight to the bottom, right through all the trash, and hit her head on the base. He floated up and hovered over her, and looked at her with frightening eyes. They changed from blue to red, and Rarity was terrified.
Phantom jumped in next to her. “You know what I think,” he hissed. “I think you’re an uppity little bitch who thinks she’s too good for any pony. I think you need to be taken down a notch, or ten, and I think fucking you good and hard in this dumpster may just put you in your place. That’s what I think.”
He tore off her dress and noticed she was wearing blue frilly panties. He smiled. Something in the dumpster broke and some orange, foul smelling liquid dripped all over her. He released her vocals and she cried out, disgusted.
“I’m going to let you talk because I want to hear what you have to say during this.” Suddenly he cut off her air and she started to choke. “But if you try to yell,” he continued, “I’ll have no choice but to cut off your air and you won’t like it. Do you understand me?”
She nodded. He released her and she gasped for air. Her heart was pounding. She was trembling and shaking. Certainly some pony would come looking for her, she hoped. Phantom put a hoof inside her panties and gently pulled them off. “Mmm,” he said, and licked his lips, “you look good.” He was getting hard.
Rarity closed her eyes. She had been thinking lately she needed a good romp, but this was not what she had in mind.
Phantom’s horn glowed and he spread out her arms and legs, and pinned them down firmly. He started at her back hoof and licked her whole body, slowly and thoroughly. He nibbled on her ankles and worked his way up her legs. When he got to her thighs he rubbed them with his front hooves, smiling and licking his lips as he looked at her pussy. “I like your thighs.” he whispered, and sucked on her thighs right below her pussy. “Get wet for me,” he demanded, and slowly moved his tongue over her pussy, from the bottom to the top, then started on her other thigh.
He put his hoof gently inside her and pushed it in. As if a switch was turned on: his eyes turned red and he thrust his hoof up inside her as hard as he could. He smiled when she squeaked in surprise. Violently he rammed his hoof inside her and waved his dick in front of her face, forcing her to look at it, slapping her face with it.
She started to scream, but her voice was immediately silenced. She could feel something choking her. Her heart was pounding as she tried to breathe, she felt herself getting light headed and her eyes were wide with panic.
He got in her face and put his mouth over her eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to scream?”
She nodded.
“You said you understood me. Did you not say that?”
She nodded and with her eyes begged him to stop.
“Now I have to punish you,” he said with a sinister smile. With her air still cut off, he picked her up, turned her over and slammed her back down face first into the trash. Dirty napkins, old food, rotten food, dog food, cockroaches, and rat droppings covered her, making her heave.
His horn glowed and her back legs were spread wide open, her front legs pinned down, and he forcefully lifted up her midsection. He put his broken horn a little way in her pussy, searching for wetness, and when he didn’t find any, he pulled out and told her, “too bad you didn’t get wet for me, You’re not going to like this now.”
With brute strength he shoved his broken horn into her anus. The jagged edges immediately tore through her sensitive anal walls and she threw her head back in pain as he thrust himself inside.
“I should really have my horn sanded down or something,” he said, “but then I wouldn’t get this delicious reaction when I did this.” With a grunt he pulled it out and rammed it in again, pulled it out, and thrust it in harder with each push back in.
Rarity’s head flopped back with each entry. She cringed in pain as she tried to breathe. He was ruthless. Rarity had never felt so much pain in her life. This was like trying to shit a barbed wire wrapped watermelon.
Phantom pounded his horn in her ass, holding onto her hips for leverage, feeling her velvety, tight, compressing anus stimulating his horn. It felt so good — it was a tingly feeling, a relaxing feeling, comparable to an opium high.
He was fucking her so hard and so ruthlessly he didn’t even noticed she’d passed out. “Oops,” he said, and without removing his horn from its fuck nest, he grabbed her head by her mane and pulled her head back. He released her throat and pounded into her a few times to get her attention. She jolted awake, gasping for air, and crying, her makeup running down her face.
“I told you you wouldn’t like it,” he said quietly, “next time will be worse.”
Just for kicks, he took her front leg and bent it behind her back. He used it as a handle to rut her harder, enjoying the little jolts her body made when it was pushed in. “Yes, yes, yes,” he said, “this is exactly what I needed. ‘
He pulled out and commented on what a mess she was making. Without skipping a beat he put his now rock hard dick in her ruined anus. She wanted to scream but held back. He yanked back her head and put his mouth to her ear. “Don’t… scream,” he warned.
He pulled on her purple hair and held it in his hooves like reins. His dick was buried deep in her ass. She was gasping out, crying, begging for mercy, begging for the pain to stop. “I should have done it this way first,” he said, “you're all stretched out now...but at least it’s wet in here… you know, Miss Priss… from all the blood. I’m going to ride you now — ride you all night.”
Rhythmically he drilled his huge cock into her anus, holding onto her horn, and pulling her head back as he fucked her. It felt like he was at it forever. “I stay hard all night, girlie,” he informed her. “You’re gonna be tired in the morning.”
Rarity just cried, her makeup running in her eyes and burning them. Phantom fucked her good and hard, sometimes pushing in fast and other times slow, savoring the compression on his dick, feeling like the veins were going to explode. It was like they too were reaching out for a feel of her sensitive anal wall. He satisfied that by moving his dick in a circular motion, making sure every inch of his cock was covered. He rubbed the head up against her tail bone when he would exit, and the stimulation forced him closer to his climax.
He smashed Rarity’s face into a filled diaper, and pounded inside her with brute strength. She shook her head and was trying to spit out the defecation as he prepared to cum. He knew he was going to have an explosive orgasm. When his balls were hot and tingly and he felt the tension build. He yanked her head back, pulled out of her ass, and rubbed his dick on her face. He came all over her face, laughing at her trying to spit it out of her mouth.
He didn’t waste any time, his horn glowed and he flipped her over on her back again. He choked back her cries and sat down full weight on her face, her horn in his ass. He moved around and cried out in glory. He held onto her face with his front hooves — held it still, so he could manipulate her horn and stimulate him again, bringing him to another erection.
He put his legs on either side of her and stroked his dick, as he rotated around on her horn. “I’d like to fuck that little sister of yours,” he said, and that made Rarity jolt around, which felt amazing. “Let’s see… she is at… at… Sweet Apple Acres with her little friends. Scootaloo… is it? And Apple Bloom? Boy is she sweet: her pink and lavender fur and her green eyes. I’d love to push my cock so hard into her that it comes out her mouth. I bet her friends are sweet little fillies too, aren't they, Rarity? How would you like to see her being force fed my dick, or better yet, watch her take it up her ass so it comes out her mouth? I’ll fuck that little filly so hard she’ll never walk straight again. Hell, she may never walk again… period. Her little pussy will be so stretched out her insides will fall out.”
He was good and hard again. He pushed his dick into Rarity’s mouth and held onto her chin as he pushed it in. She shook her head violently. He put his mouth up to hers and said, “do not fight me. Do you understand?” She nodded her head. “Because last time we had this conversation, you missunderstood. I promise you: if you fight me, I will punish you worse than last time. Do you want that?” She shook her head. “Good. Now relax your throat muscles and take me.”
He massaged her throat and gently pushed his cock into her mouth. He held her tongue down and pushed it in all the way — all the way down her throat. Very gently he moved it back and forth and massaged the outside of her throat. Rarity started to gag. “Shhhh,’ he whispered, “relax, Rarity — relax and breathe through your nose.”
Rarity started to panic because she couldn’t breathe, then she started to breathe out of her nose and was only able to focus on his massive dick down her throat. Phantom massaged her gently with his front hooves. Occasionally he would pretend to strangle her and would gently push in, but she was doing such a good job he didn’t want to ruin it with a pesky passing out on her part.
He bent down and licked her nipples. “Rarity?” he asked quietly, “your tits are hard, girl” — he flickered his tongue over them — “am I exciting you?” He winked, and returned to her tits and licked on them, sucked them and nibbled on them. When he touched her breasts, Rarity felt an electric pulse through her body. She couldn’t help but look at his deep blue eyes while he sucked her hardened nipples. He kept having to blow his mane out of his eyes.
Slowly and gently he fucked her throat, her velvety tongue rubbing up against the shaft. He would gently rub the head against her teeth.
He pulled on her nipples and played with them between his hooves. “Look, I can stretch them out,” he marvelled, and pulled one out… then nibbled on it. Rarity jolted and gagged on his dick when he bit it so hard he drew blood. He laughed, and kept biting, and reached for the other ones to follow suit. His dick was expelled from her mouth, as he figured it would be, and when she was wriggling in pain and desperation, he pulled apart her back legs and penetrated her pussy.
He was able to slide in easily, with no resistance, she was wet, wet like she was waiting for him.
“There you go, Rarity,” he said. “Now fuck me — fuck me like you want me.”
To her surprize, his dick inside her electrified her. He was huge and he felt good. He explored the outer walls of her pussy by moving the head around, all along the walls, teasing her hole, and rubbing it against her clit. Rarity had never felt so aroused. She looked into his blue eyes. He was finally able to catch her, and stared at her while he teased her. She couldn’t look away. Her face started feeling hot and her body tingled all over… and she wanted him — she wanted him so bad she couldn’t stand it. “Please,” she begged, “please let my arms go.”
He released her and she immediately wrapped them around his neck.
“Fuck me!” she commanded.
He’d got her. He knew he would. It worked with every mare — this one was a little stubborn but he’d got her.
He lay his dick flush against her pussy and put his body next to hers. She could feel his heart beating. He was strong. He rubbed up against her and ran his hooves through her mane. He kissed her passionately — a long, tasty, wet, fantastic kiss that sent her to the moon.
She arched her back and begged for him to penetrate.
He did, and it felt like nothing Rarity had ever felt before. He entered her like she was in heat: smooth, full, and strong.
His dick was so snug inside her, it fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece. She used her kegel muscles to wrap around his hugeness. She could feel him pulsing. Her pussy was so wet and throbbing, so hard that it stimulated every tiny nerve in his chamber and he started to push faster and faster. She was bucking up for more, his pre-cum and her wetness were dripping down into the trash they were fucking in.
When she tightened up her muscles it squeezed him like a glove, and when she released, it made him crave more. He put a hoof on her back and lifted her buttocks up, and with the other one he pushed down on her tummy and rhythmically and beautifully brought her to the experience of a lifetime.
His eyes were so beautiful… so, so beautiful. His fur was a gorgeous black blue, and he had a slight smell of musk and sweat.
They made love with so much passion, so much desire, that Rarity began to have strong feelings for him that she’d never had for any pony else.
They climaxed together. Rarity’s legs had been freed and as the strong pulse coursed through her body and mind she wrapped her legs and arms around Phantom as tightly as she could.
He came gently and quietly, and trembled in her arms as he did.
When it was over he kissed her on the forehead, lifted her out of the dumpster, and just like that… was gone. As he was walking away he looked at her and winked. Rarity sat down and cried.
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“Oh my, sweet Celestia, what happened to you?” Twilight Sparkle asked as Rarity walked up the path to her house. “Come in, Rarity, come in and take a shower and tell me what happened to you!”
Rarity stayed in the shower for a long, long, time. She quietly came out and sat in Twilight’s living room in front of the fireplace, sipping tea.
She described everything in detail, from the cake to the broken horn in her anus to the nipple biting and to her strange affection at the end. She told Twilight about his stunning appearance and magic ways and was dumbfounded that she found herself longing to be in his arms again.
The next morning Rarity closed the shop so she could sit in silence all day. She had never felt so alone. She slowly walked to the back door and opened it up. There was cake all over the ground. She looked in the dumpster, not knowing if she was looking for him or why she was doing it, and she caught a flash in the corner of her eye. There, on the ground, was a single diamond. She picked it up, sat down and cried.
Word spread fast in Ponyville and all the mares were soon alerted about what had happened.
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The next evening, Flim and Flam knocked on Rarity’s door.
“Hello,” she said invitingly.
“We were just wondering, Rarity,” Flam said, “why are there cakes in front of everyone’s doors?”
