Valentine

She could not go out. The Governess had the night rules reinforced and any opening to the outside would be under higher surveillance. Even when you wanted to go to the toilets, you had to be accompanied. But since when had she managed to go out anyway? Since the high authority of Pretty Clouds boarding school had read Valentine's rough diary, they had doubts.

During that time, Valentine Plot was waiting. Hidden in the chimney conduit of the last stairs, covered in soot, hooves stuck against the precariously put bricks, Valentine Plot was waiting for the deadly itching between her legs to go away. But the burning the soap had made was getting worse every minute, and her muscles were beginning to tire. She had to make a decision, quick. If she chose to go back down, the stallion who was hiding in the garden would eventually go away; but she really wanted to tell him what had happened. Those words they had exchanged, those memories written down in this notebook, everything had flown away in the clouds. And it was not too late to go and dust off in the bathroom, and hope to get back to bed in silence.

She accidentally coughed, then tried to hold it back. Going back down was out of question. Valentine Plot clenched her teeth, dragged her hooves on, thus making her joints crunch, and went slowly up towards the fresh air coming from above her. Just ten meters more, and she would be free at last. It was not the first time she did this; she was starting to know the most efficient creeping moves. When the visitor outside and she would trade their virginity, he would remember the show, she promised to herself. Slowly heading towards the nocturnal light that seeped out from under the metallic roof of the chimney cap, she pictured her hardened and healed up bottom muscles brushing against his male body, his penis gently slipping between her legs, her tension becoming extreme. In her fantasy, blood suddenly formed in droplets from between the two lines on her croup. The blood ran along her tighs, and her reverie immediately stopped when she almost hit the stone pipe with her head. She would very likely have a very bad time for escaping like that when the Governess would fall on her.

"She's telling us tales."

Sitting in the armchair in her room, sunk in the seatback, the Gouverness, her eyes burning from tiredness, kept turning over the events of the day. Valentine was not in her bed. Valentine was nowhere to be found, not even outside. She had probably found a good place to hide and would sulk there for a few hours, then she would be in her bed the next morning. She would be reprimanded, for form's sake, and everything would be back to normal.

"We may have miscontrued her. It was only romance."

The Gouverness was talking to nothing in particular. But it was her way to keep turning over things, and if someone had been in the room with her, they would have thought it was a strange habit, but the principle of speaking alone justly implies that the speaker is alone.

This boarding school had been here for centuries. It was renowned to be the best in all of Equestria, also the most expensive. Passions were left at the school's door, and thus from the very beginning. Of course, times were changing, but the perversion of the modern era would never go through the main entrance. The Governess was old, but she was still fit, and as long as the would be able to take care of it, the boarding school and its boarders would fit the mould. The Governess spit in resentment, but quickly got ashamed of what she had just done. Tomorrow, everything would be sorted out.

Valentine Plot came out of the chimney, let herself fall in the soft snow and shivered with cold. Before her eyes, on the spotless white carpet that followed the horizontal part of the roof, the moon threw her very peculiar and unique coloru. The same colour as her coat's. Far off, Canterlot still shone with many windows lights. Even farer off, the country was asleep. The panorama she could see from the roof of Pretty Clouds boarding school was the most beautiful in the world.

The unicorn clumsily went down one of the slopes between two windows, skipped to a gutter and let herself fall. The squached bush covered in snow that was here absorbed her fall once more, and Valentine thought she should find another one soon. She lay down in the snow and lavishly rolled in it, leaving a black crater all around her. Then, without a sound, she headed towards the shadow produced by the outer wall, walking around a pond that had already proven useful to her when she was sneaking out of the school in summer. Nobody could see her, for she was too far away, and her coat merged with the snow. Nobody would see them. In the shade of the garden hut, she saw something moving. Slowly, the shape of the stallion appeared in the light, coming closer to her. Her mouth sticked to his ear.

"You are here..."

Valentine Plot coiled herself around him. She had a lump in her throat. The memories of these meetings that were in her diary... destroyed. The painful punishment and the mockeries of her roommates weighted heavy upon her heart.

"You don't need words..."

Valentine wrapped her neck around his, leaving tears on it. She opened her mouth to say something, but she only managed to sob. This boarding school was a deadly jail, and the flame of the feelings that had been inside her from the beginning and that had never faded would either burn her up or be put out. She had lived all her childhood here, but the end was drawing near too slowly.

"Kiss me..."

Her barely healed up wounds on her bottom ached, and Valentine held her head high back.

"Tell me..."

The unicorn approached her lips of an infinite lightness.

"That you love me", she whispered to the night.

"Valentine ?", said someone behind her.

The mare felt her heart stop.

"That uptight girl sure takes a lot of time to pee", mumbled Whistle Wishes from the bottom of her bed.

"She likely went peeing outside to meet Sluthooves ! Hahaha !", sniggered an other unicorn.

"Oh my god", Whistle Wishes let out while appearing from under her sheets. She went down the ladder and to the window, and watched afar. There was nothing, just the wind lifting the snow.

Whistle Wishes had a doubt. Sluthooves's bed was empty, but nobody expected her to come back before morning. Misty's one was cold. She had gone to the bathroom, but even with the worst constipation possible, it wouldn't have lasted that long.

"Stop thinking you are her", said Twilight Twinkle without moving at all.

"What do you mean?", scornfully asked the mare who was still standing in front of the window.

"She is was you desire the most, isn't she?", asked Twilight Twinkle, watching her quietly. "A secret lover. Tenderness, stolen kises. Caresses. You crave all that, don't you?"

Whistle Wishes came closer to her, tilted her head against hers and whispered in a threatening voice :

"I don't crave... anything... like that."

"But you're all red."

Whistle Wishes bit her lips and stepped back, feeling uncomfortable. The following moment, mad with anger, she stamped the bed's occupant with her hooves. Twilight Twinkle shielded herself while yelping, while the rest of the school's boarders were trying to part them and to hold the aggressor back. The Governess entered the room with much din, holding her stick, and yelled at everyone to calm them down. Light appeared, the bamboo stick hit at random, and it's only when every filly was hiding in a corner that the old mare saw that Misty's bed was empty.

"Where did she go?", the Governess sharply asked, poiting at the empty bed.

Nobody answered.

"To the bathroom", suddenly dared saying someone, breaking the silence.

"I do hope it is true", mumbled the Governess in a tone that didn't show much hope. She went to the window, and saw this wasn't true. Misty was outside. And Valentine Plot was fighting with her.

Valentine turned around and jumped when she saw Misty, all black.

"You? How did you get here?", she asked in panick.

The stallion was gone.

"By going through the chimney... who were you talking to?", asked Misty.

"Go away!", barked the unicorn, who glanced in anguish at the outer wall, fearing to see her lover go over it, and that Misty could see him too.

"Valentine, what were you doing all alone?", shyly insisted the fearful mare.

The unicorn jumed on the filly who had just destroyed her night. She wanted to kill her, to make her pay for the frustration she felt because of this captive life. With each hit of her hooves on Misty's thorax or soft neck, with each yell of pain from the filly, Valentine felt an orgasm coming, no matter how many awkward hooves kicks she got in return, that tear off tufts from her impeccable white coat which was now nothing but a memory. They rolled in the snow, surrounded by the steam of their hard and tense bodies, and Misty, who was more than weak, defended herself more and more savagely, making clouds with each of her inspirations, clouds that mixed with those Valentine made. Misty too hit to avenge herself of all the humilations she had to put up with in this life she had spent between those iced walls; she stroke without restraint, and for the first time in her life, she felt truly alive.

The unicorn rolled in a corner and didn't move again. Misty let herself fall on the ground. The snow was melting around her, and she was savoring this moment of exhaustion and of satisfied revenge. Far off, doors smashed and steps came closer at top speed. They would be punished without mercy, but it wasn't important anymore to her. She had won something priceless. She stepped closer to Valentine, tapped her with her hoof so she would stand up on her feet again, and suddenly saw there was something wrong.

Her teeth clenched, her gaze lost, Valentine shook and her teeth were chattering. She was bathed in tears and moaned. Her hooves were scraping the snow as if they were looking for a ground they couldn't find. Misty got frightened, and while two monitors took her to part her from Valentine, she saw a sordid glow of madness in the eye of the unicorn lying on the ground.

"Wait!", she begged.

"Shut up, you insolent pony!", ordered one of the boarding school's employees.

"She's got a problem!", she screamed, trying to free herself.

"Don't ill-treat her!"

"Leave her alone!"

"Come in my office, both of you!", said the Governess, tense with rage. "Each one against a wall, without a blanket, and you will spend the night there. We will talk about all that tomorrow, and you will understand what pain is. Never such a thing has been seen in this boarding school."

"There was no one here...", whispered Misty, but her words got lost in the wind.