Lone Ryder

Lone Ryder spent almost a year trying to prove his love to Dark Pony. That he wanted to be with her, that he cared for her. He never gave much thought to the fact she understood no such concept. That her dark past had ruined such faith.

But in the end he proved none of this; she only saw that she was merely a character in his fantasy. A leading role given to an adolescent incapable of reciprocating emotions; juvenile in her ability to communicate; selfish in her hunger to be satisfied.

Her ruthless attacks finally severed their ties, in the end she couldn’t help but blame his weakness for allowing things to escalate. He became her nightmare, he stole her pleasure and pinned her with abandonment. Knowing she was drawn closer by this he withdrew further. She stood now at the mouth of the cave knowing what awaits her inside is under the allure of forbidden fruit. All her senses so surreal; she can feel the dirt, stagnant under her hooves, the pebbles digging into her, threatening to harm her if she paused much longer.

Pained by the knowledge that she should run, knowing she should not entertain the idea of entering she stood there looking into the dense blackness waiting; wanting to see a shimmer of light. In her desperation to do so… her eyes toyed with her. Resting her mounted hooves upon the entrance, jagged edges bare into them as if to offer reprimand for her thoughts.

She ran in….

“Lone Ryder…Lone Ryder…” she whispered again in a low husky voice, hoping that the pitch would draw him near.

Fear of the unknown rattled in her voice as she offered words never spoke, “I’m sorry Ryder, I am, and I mean it.” Her voice cracks, her eyes sting. The air feels toxic, she’s breathing acid. No this can’t be right, she panics. The blackness is so deep she can’t see, she knows only two directions. Charging straight ahead, fear warps her mind as she now needs to find Ryder, she now knows she needs him.

Gasping out, “Ryder, Ryder” frantically. She picks up speed, running as the air fights to snuff the life out of her, her hooves quake, she falls. Glass, shredded glass everywhere; a maze of spikes that outstretch pass her head. Bleeding and broken she drags herself up, pushing onward. Her face scraping a narrow passage she winces in pain. Moans are pulled from her as she forces herself between wedges pieces, her skin tearing, peeling off. “Ryder, Ryder, I’m here” is all she can continue to whisper. She is out and again surrounded by darkness, she stumbles on.

There is a light, or her eyes continue to play tricks on her. Broken, bleeding and burning she drags her body to the light. She recalls frolicking in the fields with Ryder, his stories of woe and emptiness. Wanting to fill that void for him, the one she could never fill for herself. Their meaningless fights over uselessness. She craves her head on his chest most of all, the look in his eyes of love. She gains momentum, the thoughts of him pouring through her mind, fueling her. She will save him.

There’s a door, she hears his voice. She does not wait to listen; she plunges broken and damaged with all her strength into the wood frame. Shards piercing her; her cry of pain drawing attention as she falls to the floor.

“Well it looks like someone wants to play,” Ryder says to a Red Stain, while still in full mounting position. His cock, still partially buried and glistening with the evenings activities.

Dark Pony just stares, baffled and pained; unable to let out a scream unable to hold it in. Her eyes felt heavy, she hears the red pony say something, “…can we play with her…” and she’s out.

“Why, wait, why are you doing this Ryder?” she wakes to find her legs tired to a table, exposed and vulnerable. He looks at her, flashing the eyes she once knew, then they were gone, he was gone. She can’t help but wonder if any of it was ever real.

“Why?” he chuckles, “Why you ask? You made me try for almost a year and now, now you deserve to be punished.”

“But, Ryder I love you, I do, I’m sorry” she chokes out as the tears and blood blur her vision through her matted hair.

Through a hearty sarcastic laugh, “Love me, do ya? When exactly did that start?”

She’s begging now, desperation is bleeding through her words, “Ryder I do, can’t you see that. I came here, I tried to save you.” His eyes soften, he remembers. But now she does too, the red pony. Rage courses through her veins, fire. He sees it, “First we’re going to have a little fun. My turn to get what I want.”

He nears the table, jerking on her restraints. A hollowed gasp reveals pain, he responds to it. His arousal flaming in his eyes. He paces around the table, seeing the panting fear shiver through her body, a door sounds. The creek of old wood, whispers, then she sees her. Stain, the red pony so visible and willing to be his slave. In a cold tone he instructs her, “there, I want her to watch.”

All too happy to oblige the red pony trots three feet in front of the table, hungry eyes awaiting his commands. He nuzzles his nose to her neck, breathing controlled slow breaths. Dark Pony’s seen this before, a stab at the heart; that was her. He trots around, aroused and in control, he commands her, “spread your legs” as he mounts her. His hooves pulling at her hips, thighs swollen with muscle, her yelp filling the air. Dark Pony attempts to pull away, the restraints cutting into her tender raw skin. She can’t they’re too tight and all she can do is close her eyes.

Rage fights her; she can’t help but see him for what he is. With each thrust Stain convulses, ecstasy she once knew. She thought what they shared was special, it’s clear now it never was. “Look at me fuck her,” he commands the Dark Pony. She retaliates looking him dead in the eyes. Hatred now bubbling up insider her. “You want this? You want me to fuck you” he whispers softly, Stain misses the context and begs for more. Dark Pony spits out “No” as if it were poison.

A flicker of rage flashes back at her; his eyes are staring straight into her core “you’re mine” and dismounts. Panic, fear, anger all fill her coiled body. “You can leave” he tells the red pony, anonishment spreads across her face. “No” she counters. “Very well, you can watch” he says with a smirk revealing his intent. The red pony’s eyes fill with flames as she stomps to the corner of the room.

Ryder circles the table, taunting the dark one “You belong to me, you will always belong to me, you are mine, you will always be mine.” Her eyes wide with disbelief, how her body still responds fueling further rage. Earned pain as she fights harder than ever to free herself. Her sudden violent attempts even shock Ryder, his eyes widen as the leather straps cut through her skin like butter clean down to the bone. She fights on.

Never has she looked more desirable to him. The pain, the rage, all taste so sweet. Never has a victim fought so hard. Those who had fought him, but never themselves like this one. Curious to him that she should have such need to fight herself when she is not capable of such emotions. Ever once trying to harm him as he circles her, merely willing to harm herself to get away…to what he wondered.

“Hey, Hey, I still love you” he offers in softer tones, with softer eyes. “Lies, Lies!” she spats out with blood through clenched teeth. Her body again resuming the fight, “You’re a Liar, You don’t get to have me!”

“Oh, yes I do,” he whispered into her ear, “over and over again, because, you see, you’re mine, you were made for me.” With that he climbed on the table and mounted her, tugging at the tight straps. Over and over he thrusted into her unwanting body, feeling her buckle and buck until she could resist no longer. In her mind she knew he was right, she felt her body expel her thoughts and fill with his poisonous drug. He again reclaimed her, awakening her addiction. He too felt it, felt all of it. The surrender in her bones, and released his pleasure in her. “See, you are mine” he whispered and dismounted.

He left the room with Stain, the door creaked and the echo of hooves in the distance. She laid broken on the table, unraveled and lost in her mind. She scanned the room, noticing the loosened leather now often freedom. But did she want freedom. She could not believe the thoughts that had now spoiled her mind. It could not be true, how could she want this. She knew she didn’t, she knew she had only wanted him. “Poison, it must be his poison” she whispered to herself. She knew what she must do, she must do for herself.

With all that she could muster and the deepest pain in her soul, she ripped herself free. Rolling off the table onto the floor she chanted to herself in a horse whisper “it was all a lie, he was a lie” over and over again. Stumbling to the door she choose freedom.

Numb with grief she lost herself in the darkness. Screams of agony filled the air, unearthly. She looked frantically to see from which they came, but all she saw was blackness, empty as her soul. They continued until she reached the maze and then realized they had been her screams.

Standing an inch off from a shard of glass desperately hungry to pierce her eye, she wondered if he would have done for her what she had for him. If he would have ever fought for her as she had. So easily the fire burned to love him now, to protect him, to fight for him. She would have fought harder than any for him, but would he? He didn’t, he wouldn’t, “it was all a lie, he was a lie” she began repeating. Glass ripping and tearing, clawing hungrily at her skin as she made haste.

Out of the haze light shone in the distance. She collapsed to the floor, how life could be so cruel. “it was all a lie, he was a lie, it was all a lie, he was a lie, it was all a lie, he was a lie!” she screamed laying in a mixture of mud, blood and tears. She had no desire to go to the light, but to just lay there and disappear from existence.

He saw the tranquility in me, she thought. How could he do this, I could have been more than what he needed. Her mind wondered again to his eyes, the way he pawed at the floor and looked at her with love, then again to that dark place, that dark room. “Thoughts are murder” she whispered to herself as she peeled herself off the floor. Making her way to the entrance she knew she could never go back, but she knew he had taken a part from her. She knew she had given it to him.

With each step she raised her head higher; she tried to find comfort in reminding herself she could have any of the ponies she wanted. They had and would again line up for her. He is not worthy. Bloody tears again swept across her face, it didn’t matter she had chosen him.

The sun greeted her with its brilliance, restoring the beauty the night had taken. Wounds transformed, she was whole except for the void. She vowed to never let another have what he had taken, there will be blood.