The Darkest Star

***Introduction: Many Years Ago***

Y-You wanted to see me, your highness?" Blackstar asks as he inches his way into Celestia's office.

The princess nods.

"I did, Blackstar... I... I wanted to make sure you... got a good night's rest this time..."

The human slave cocks his head.

"I... beg of your pardon, your highness?"

"I will have you sleep in my own chambers, tonight. I have a lot of extra work to do, but it is sensitive documents that require my personal attention. You may have my bed while I am busy." Celestia says.

Blackstar shuffles his feet nervously. He was treading into unknown territory. The ruler of Equestria was offering her bed to him. How do you respond to that?

"I... I don't... Your highness, surely I can help before retiring to the human's quarters..."

"No!" Celestia snaps, quickly softening her tone. "I... I mean, no... You must sleep in my bed. You have worked too hard to deserve anything less."

Fearing openly defying his mistress again, Blackstar silently nods, agreeing to her demand. After all, he was a slave. He could only obey.

***Part 1: The Assassin***

Fives sighs as he looks out of the window overlooking Canterlot. The majority of the population below seemed unmoved by the attack. By the sounds he heard, Fives could tell pony and human lives were going about their normal routines. He looks up at the darkening sky. His mother and aunt were busy. In a matter of moments, the sun had disappeared behind the hills, and the moon had risen to its pedestal.

"Are you alright?" A voice behind him asks.

Fives nearly jumps out of his skin. It was Spike.

"Oh..." Fives breathes heavily as he regains his mental focus. "Hey, Spike."

"You were doing it again," Spike says. "That thing you do when you are upset about something."

"What 'thing'?" Fives asks, sounding a little offended.

Spike shrugs as he plops down on the bed.

"You know, the thing you are doing now, looking out the window and staring at the sky."

Fives rolls his eyes as he stands on his feet.

"At least I don't binge eat crystals when I'm upset." He teases.

"Hey, that was one time!" Spike protests.

Fives tackles the little dragon onto the bed. With a majestic roar, he picks Spike up and slams him into a pillow, sending feathers flying in every direction. Spike holds his claws up, signaling his surrender. Fives accepts and let's the dragon go. Spike mutters something under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom, but Fives doesn't hear. There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Fives calls.

"Security." The voice on the other side of the door announces. "Just makin' my rounds, your highness."

Fives' eyes narrow. He hated it when people called him that. Everyone in the palace knew that.

"Everything is fine in here." Fives calls back.

"I need to come in, your highness, just to confirm." The voice says.

The voice sounded human. Reluctantly, Fives stands and makes his way towards the door. The second he opened the door, a black glove grabs his mouth while another black glove pushes him back into the room. The figure was shrouded in black cloaks. He wore a dark mask that covered his face. The figure pushes Fives onto the bed and draws a mean looking blade.

"If you scream for help, I'll gut you." The figure says in a low voice.

Fives lets out a muffled scream. The attacker quickly silences him with a swift punch in the stomach.

"Right, are you gonna keep your mouth shut when I release you?" The attacker asks.

Fives nods his head. Very slowly, the attacker removed his hand from Fives' mouth, and he removed his hood. Fives gasps.

"Y-You..." He stammers. "You're the one from the restaurant..."

The shrouded man nods.

"Aye, lad. That I am."

"W-Wha... What in the hell do you think you're-"

The man points his blade at Fives' throat.

"Inside voice, boy."

Fives glares at him.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Fives asks again.

"I'm here to warn ya, lad. Simco is a damned mad man." He says, his voice sounding urgent.

Fives rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, we know that. Plus, you're on his side."

The shrouded man shakes his head.

"Not anymore. When I leave here tonight, I will report to Simco to gather as much information as I can. Lad, his attack on the palace will leave no survivors."

"Wait, what attack?" Fives asks.

The shrouded man leans in close to him.

"Simco plans to bomb the gala..." He whispers.

"A... bomb?" Fives repeats.

"Aye, lad. A bomb." The shrouded man confirms. "The bomb will have the destructive capabilities to wipe the entire city of Canterlot from the side of the mountain. There will be nothing left. I hate you Equestrians just as much as the next guy, but this kind of killing and destruction... It isn't right."

The shrouded man stands and pulls his hood and mask over his head. He begins to make his way towards the window.

"Wait," Fives stops him. "Who are you? What's your name?"

The shrouded man opens the window and turns around.

"The name's Toby, lad. One more thing: Don't trust Felix Rogers. He is not the Nobel hero he says he is, but you have to be mindful. If he knows you are on to him, everyone will die. I'll see you again, real soon." He says before falling backwards, dropping out of the window.

Fives rushes towards the window and pears over the edge. Toby was gone.

***Part 2: We're At War***

"Move up, quietly." Andre orders in a hushed voice. "Second battalion, you're on point. First and third, you watch out backs. Good luck out there."

The armies split, and Andre begins leading his forces deeper into the thicket. They were in the wild woods, now.

"Sir, we have movement up ahead." A soldier says. "It could be one of Simco's scouting parties."

"Let them pass." Andre says. "We'll take them out from behind, if they give us any trouble."

The Equestrian forces could see them. It was six enemy soldiers, two ponies and four humans. All were Simco's soldiers. Andre motions for his group to vanish. The human soldiers and ponies alike disappeared into the brush. Andre raises his musket to fire.

"Wait for my signal..." He whispers.

Before he could order his men take the first shot, another musket is discharged. It came from behind the enemy soldiers. An Equestrian trooper yells as the round hits his shoulder, and he goes down. More enemy muskets open fire.

"It's a damned ambush!" Andre shouts. "Return fire! Return fire!"

The Equestrian troopers and ponies release their firepower in the direction of Simco's band. Magic bolts and musket balls were flying in every direction throughout the forest.

"Man down!" A trooper yells.

"We need a medic!"

Andre fires round after round, hitting an enemy soldier with every shot. He could just barely make them out through the thicket, but his aiming was on point.

"Hold your ground!" He barks. "We cannot lose this sector, or the whole western foothold will fall! Fight!"

***Part 3: Top Secret***

"Your majesty, I have just received word from the front lines. Commander Andre's forces have engaged enemy marauders along the western front." Shining says.

Celestia sighs uneasily.

"This is the second engagement in that sector this week... I am getting worried, Captain."

"Andre has never let us down before, your majesty." Shining says with confidence. "I know he will be able to turn them away before-"

The doors of the war room burst open, and Fives and Twilight charge inside.

"Mother, I need to speak to you, now!" Fives demands.

Still recovering from her surprise, she nods, signaling for Fives to begin, but her son shakes his head.

"No, mother, we need to talk alone."

Shining didn't want to argue. He quickly ushers the rest of the Equestrian Command out of the war room.

"Holler, if you need us." He says before closing the doors.

Only Fives, Twilight Sparkle, and Celestia remained. The white mare was still very confused.

"Alright, Fives. We are alone, now what is it?" She asks.

***Many Years Ago***

Blackstar sighed with content. The bed of Celestia was vast, warm, and really fluffy. His eyes were closed, and his mind was at ease. He did not even notice the dawn creeping through the the window, nor did he notice the princess creeping through the door.

"Sleep, my humble servant..." Celestia whispers.

Blackstar stirs slightly, but does not awaken. He shivers as he feels a shift in the bed sheets.

"Do not awaken..."

Ever so slightly, his briefs drift downward.

"Please, do not awaken..."

Even in his deepest sleep, Blackstar felt something strange, something unknown. He felt...

"I want you to enjoy this..."

Blackstar's eyes flutter open, and he looks down. His heart stops. Before him, on the bed, sat Princess Celestia. In her mouth was his member. He watched with fear, interest, horror, and curiosity. Celestia's eyes were closed as her head bobbed up and down.

"P-Princess..." He stutters.

Celestia gasps, her eyes as wide as dinner plates. She immediately pulls away, his member falling clumsily out of her mouth.

"I... I am so sorry, B-Blackstar... I... Oh, I am so, so sorry..."

Celestia sniffles, as though tears are about to pour from her eyes. Blackstar felt bad for making her upset, but he had no idea of how he did so.

"Your highness," He asks. "W-What were you doing?"

Celestia raises her gaze to match his. Her cheeks burned red,

"I was... uh... performing a ritual mares rite when they... they desire a stallion mate..."

"A 'mate'?" Blackstar asks.

Celestia inches forward, slowly draping his body in the warmth of her own. She does so until her lips are only an inch away from his.

"I desire you, Blackstar, more than my heart can scream."

The slave moans as his member slides in between Celestia's legs. Such feelings of pleasure were brand new to him.

"I need you... Blackstar, will you be my mate and make love to me?"

***Part 4: Makeup Artist***

Simco shivers as he glides the thin brush over his jagged face. His eyes bore into the mirror. He doesn't even notice the arrival of one of his agents.

"Sir," Felix Rogers says as he stomps into the tent. "I have just returned from Canterlot, and one of your men told me- AHHH!"

Felix shrinks towards the door as Simco turned to him. The agent stared and stared, but his brain could not understand what his eyes saw. It looked as though Simco was... putting his face together. Half of his face looked as it normally did, old and weary, but the other half...

"No one is allowed inside my private tent this early in the dawn..." Simco growls.

"Is... Is that... makeup?" Felix asks, pointing to the side of Simco's face that was not shattered.

Simco nods with a heaving sigh.

"What in the hell happened?" Felix asks.

The other side, which Simco had not applied the makeup to yet, was broken. It was torn and cut by deep, jagged scars. Simco winces as he begins brushing the pale cream over the scars.

"You should not ask questions that do not concern you, Felix." Simco says.

"Oh, come on, boss. I gotta know. Were you attacked by a really angry griffon?"

Simco shakes his head.

"No..."

"Then, what happened to you?"

"It happened long ago... You shouldn't be bothered by the past of an old man."

Felix throws his hands into the air with frustration.

"Come on, Simco, please. With scars like that, the story has to be good!"

Simco sighs as he puts the brush down.

"It happened many long years ago, Felix. I do not expect you to believe the tale." Simco says impatiently.

"Sure, sure. Just get on with it. I really gotta hear this story."

Simco rubs his hand over the scars on his face as though they were memories returning to him, memories he had tried to forget.

"Many years ago, I was... betrayed by someone I loved, someone whom I thought loved me. She promised me the sky, and when I fell into the abyss, she never came for me."

"You fell?" Felix asks, awestruck.

Simco nods.

"I fell into a crevice of rock and stone, the one by the old castle. I was half buried, but I had faith that my love would find me." He says pointing to his broken face. "For many days, I laid at the bottom of the abyss, bloody and broken. I had hoped my love would come for me, but she never did. After days of starving, I was ready to give up and die, but I realized something that day."

Simco picks up a stone from his desk. It had been carved into the shape of a star, the sun.

"I realized it wasn't my fault. It was hers. She was the reason I fell, and she abandoned me to die alone and cold."

Felix was silent. He watched as Simco tucked the star-shaped stone into his pocket.

"When the gala is destroyed and Equestria falls, we shall have peace."

***Many Years Ago***

Blackstar panted heavily as he fell into his side. He was sweating buckets, as was Celestia. The princess purrs as the slit between her hind legs still tingled with pleasure.

"Oh... B-Blackstar... I had no idea you were so... passionate..." Celestia moans. "We... We must do this again..."

Blackstar, with his face in the sheets, moans.

"Your highness... I am much to tired..." His muffled voice protests.

"Not right at this moment," Celestia reassures him. "Later tonight. After you have finished your duties, come here again, and we shall make love."

Celestia glides her hoof along Blackstar's cheek softly.

"I... I love you, Blackstar..."

The slave sighs happily as the princess lays her head on his chest. He watches as her eyes close. Soon, she is fast asleep.

"And I love you..." He replies, stroking her mane.

***TO BE CONTINUED***