Valentine

Misty moaned through her muzzle. This would probably have sounded like "Valentine! Are you okay?!" if it wasn't for the cloth that blocked her whole oral cavity.

Valentine's situation was indeed very incomfortable: she was lying on the ground, her chest compressed by both the weight of her wooden hindrance and that of the unconscious body of Whistle Wishes who was not, and by far, the most slender of the dormitory's mares. She could feel her former roommate's warm breath against her right ear and she had trouble maintaining her own breathing; before even trying to understand what had happened, she knew she had to free herself first, and quick.

It was no use using force for she was still tightly attached to the wooden cross. Valentine tried to move Wishes aside by pulling her mane with her pony magic; but, since she had never really trained in order to use this talent, her attempts only ended in a few long hair pulled that didn't even help waking the blue filly up. Worse still, Whistle Wishes's horn even fell on the ground, made fragile by the blow she had gotten, because her head had been shaken too much.

"Misty..." she managed to say in a hiccup. "Ack! Help me!"

Panicked, Misty seeked an idea to help, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings in search of some useful item. The paper knife? too dangerous, her magic skills were not sufficient and the would certainly have cut Valentine's throat by mistake. The globe ? useless. Whistle Wishes's still bleeding horn piece?...

Focused on the item, Misty brought the fragment towards her, making it float before her eyes; at her feet, Valentine was now suffocating, her breath was becoming a death rattle and her face was starting to get blue. Her friend looked at the wall she faced, which had a large blackboard on it. She clenched her teeth while she approached the point of the horn at her contact and thought that of course, it would have been better without any external help. But there are times when one doesn't have a choice. The filly moved the item upon the black and rough surface, pressing hard, and her eyelids wrinkled when a terrible shrill screech tore the night's silence and woke the whole dormitory up.

"What's happening here?! I AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Half awoken and still in her dressing gown, the Governess had suddenly appeared in her room; her haste had changed into sheer bewilderment when she saw the state in which the room was, room that was so clean when she had left it moments ago and that was now a complete mess.

"What happened here?!" she yelled, tearing the cloth out of Misty's mouth. "It's Wishes, Miss, I swear!" she replied, terrified. "She freed herself and started assaulting Valentine, oh, I beg you, free Valentine, she's suffocating!"

The old mare grabed Whistle Wishes's mane by the teeth and strongly pulled her aside before setting Valentine's cross upright; the latter, her eyes rolled upwards and her chest suddenly freed, inhaled noisily and panted to get her breath back; Misty let her head hang down, relieved.

"Get that to the infirmary," the Governess ordered her assistants who had just appeared behind her while showing the unicorn lying on the ground. "As for you..."

Misty made an effort to swallow; Valentine vaguely nodded her head gently while groaning, her eyes blank; her mind was still dark and she barely noticed that the Governess was talking to her.

"Get back to your room," she went on while breaking their bonds; both fillies fell flat in their place with screams of surprise. "We will clear up all of this tomorrow, and be sure that you will not get out of this room before you have given me a credible explanation. NOW OUT!"

Valentine and Misty made off to the dormitory without a murmur; the white filly banged into a wall at the first bend and went on awkwardly zigzaging, under the dismayed gaze of the monitoring team who was taking Whistle Wishes into the sick room.

Whistle Wishes woke up in the morning while both of her last night's roommates were trying to get an incredulous Governess to believe in a story of simulated rape. The omnipresent white light dazzled her at first, and it took her a little moment to remember the place where she was.

Her horn, or rather what was left of it, was wrapped into a thick layer of various compresses, and her nape of the neck was hurting in places; the unicorn was trying to touch these placed with an invisible hand, and naturally, it didn't work; all of her powers were located into the missing part of her frontal appendix. She cursed with rage before remembering that there was a more important appendix; Whistle Wishes put a hoof on her lower abdomen and noticed with pleasure that her precious gift of nature was still here. Driven by a sort of habit, Whistle Wishes stimulated it with the energy of her two forelegs, and in less than a minute she appropriated herself one of these violent discharges of well-being that rolled her eyes upwards, bent her whole body and sent her mind into orbit.

The magic instant over, she let herself fall with happiness on the examination bank that was welcoming her and thought that stallions truly were the luckiest beings in the world, and that heaven had granted her with a great favour; with such an item, she could pee without wetting her delicate tail, reach supreme pleasure whenever she wanted, humiliate fillies and even rape things. It had been years that Whistle Wishes had secretly dreamt of this...to be in the rapist's place.

She went out of the infirmary with an assured step; nobody was around. It was a resting day, and her room was certainly full; all those traitors were going to be reminded who was the boss.

All of her roommated were attending their usual affairs when she entered the room; to get bored, to do their hair in front of a mirror, to get bored even more, to do some exercices to make a good impression, to sleep, and possibly to give torrid cuddles but not that day, nobody was in the mood. They held their heads high when she arrived; some chortled out of contempt while looking her up and down, some got back to their activities, and none seemed happy to see her again. But Whistle Wishes had expected such a reaction, and she was savouring beforehand the smothered exclamations and the impressed commentaries that they would necessarily make when they would finally see the gigantic item that was hanging on the ground as far as her calves under her belly.

"Girls... I've missed you so," she whispered while going through the room, looking all of her fellows up and down with a look full of self-importance.

"Not you," said one of them, getting her neighbour to chuckle.

This was all. Whistle Wishes stopped on her tracks, taken aback; was it even possible that they had...not seen it?

"Well, don't you see anything?!" she exclaimed, trying to draw attention on her.

The filly that was called Twilight Twinkle stared at her for a long time and reached her verdict : "Well, you lost your horn, and that apart, well... you're still as ugly as ever, hihi!"

In one second time, Whistle Wishes was upon her, grabed her mane and pulled her mate's head towards her crotch. "AND WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?" she barked, out of her mind.

"But what is 'this'? let me go, are you crazy or what?!" screamed her victim, trying to get free.

"Can't you see?!" suddenly yelped Whistle Wishes, starting to be in the grip of panick, while other fillies were coming towards her, each one waiting for annother to jump on the blue unicorn.

"I can still see your ridiculously tiny tits, and what should there be here? A PENIS?" squealed Twilight Twinkle, while still trying to free herself from the other's grip; when Whistle Wishes let her go without warning her, she banged into her bed's post.

"Liars! You're making fun of me!"

The hard bangings echoed on the bloody behinds of Valentine and Misty, who swore crying that it was the truth, that Whistle Wishes had freed herself on her own, that she thought she was a stallion and that they had to render her harmless.

Beside herself, the Governess rose her stick, ready to beat them like they had never been beat before, when a panicked filly smashed into the room, without even knocking and yelled : "WHISTLE WISHES BLEW A FUSE!!"

They rushed out of the room to the room that was totally devastated; in a corner, the poor blue unicorn was hiding like a hunted beast, her hair ruffled and covered in wounds, her face marked with long trails of tears, her eyes having lost all reason; when she saw the Governess, her eyes grew wide and she let out a long scream of terror, her hooves scraping the ground to try to escape her presence by pushing more into the nook. The grey mare tried to reason with her, but even the simple understanding of spoken language seemed to have exited her mind, and only a dart soaked in tranquillizer overcame the former dormitory's leader.

"What do we do with her, Miss?"

"This filly had a fit of dementia... Send her to the institute in charge of this kind of case. Not a word to her parents, our establishment's reputation could not bear this kind of affair, and let us pray for her to recover quickly. I do hope... that she's the only one."