Frequency of Despair

by Vortaxonus

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Dark
Length: 3618

Rumble is a fashion designer, who is now legally named "Platinum Night". Then a foalhood crush comes along, now named "Grace Dancer" comes up. Add in new cutie marks for everyone and mysterious emotion eaters and we're on a while ride.

Several years ago, Rumble got his cutie mark. The thing is that his special talent is fashion. Yes, the effeminate foal got a traditionally feminine talent, who da thunk. Anyways, while that is going on, Scootaloo got a passion to dance.

Years later, the two foals are now named "Platinum Night" and "Grace Dancer", respectively. While the two foals finally meet, strange things are already and still is happening and being noticed, ranging from shadow creatures similar to the nightmare forces, to altered cutie marks, to getting two cutie marks, physical appearances being altered, ponies temporarily becoming emotionless for a while, etc…

So while our male fashion designer, tomboy dancer, and Glory "Scootablue" Acher are working along with others in some theater thing, "Ribbon", as friends sometimes call him, slowly uncover clues to the identities of the emotion eaters and the cutie mark conundrum. Along with discovering other things along the way.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-10 16:49:43 UTC

Longitude of a Heart

It was a slow day for Platinum, often dubbed "Ribbon" by friends, mostly due to the fact he has a noticeable doldrum in his schedule. He's currently making dresses just to pass the time till a customer appears. One of them that he just finished was a feathery ballerina's outfit he's been working on for quite some time. It was primarily eerie black with "Pomp and Power" purple highlights. The skirt of this outfit is primarily the aforementioned shade of purple that fades into a shade of pink known as Pink Lace. There are also various golden patterns inspired by the fleur de lis all in about the dress.

He could imagine the beauty that is going to wear it. The definition of the muscles, the glisten of her body, the lean and beautiful figure of the mare...

"Dammit Night, why are you such a pervert!?!" he asked himself, followed by bashing his head on a nearby table. He always...appreciated the female body. He always get distracted by most of his customers. It's pretty much a fair bet for a stallion, not just Ribbon here, to...admire the opposite gender. Most other species are jealous of the pony stallion, specifically species that have a 50/50 or mostly-male gender ratio, for reasons of COLTS GET ALL THE MARES!

Ribbon then picks up a mirror that was on the recently face-slammed table. Staring back at him was a mare-like stallion with a gray coat, black mane, Dark blue eyeliner, and magenta eyes. Despite the different name, Rumble was still being mistaken as female. He even got a black biker jacket with various belts and he's still mistaken as female.

Then the doorbell rang, signalling a new customer. Putting the mirror down, he rushes towards the door to see the customer. He just finished some outfits and would love to show his work.

"Why, hello, how may I be of help," he said before he lays eyes on the customer. The customer was a mare with an orange coat, pink and purple mane and tail, larger than usual wings with bat thumbs, orange feathers tipped in purple, magenta hooves with unshorn fetlocks, and the same shade of dark purple eyes. She seems to be wearing some kind of old dress, a cross between a lab coat and a straight jacket (albeit with no belts, but a keen eye can tell they were removed) which covers her butt cutie mark. The new pony seem to realize about the same realization, as the two simply stood for awhile. One could imagine  a drunk cupid walking in and shooting an arrow or two towards their hearts.

"Er...the name's Platinum Night...ponies call me Ribbon...but you can still call me Rumble," he said, trying to break the air of awkwardness.

"My name is Grace Dancer by the way, but...you can still call me...what was it again?" the other mare said, clearly trying to search for some memory..

"Scootaloo," he replied.

"Th-thanks," she says, seemingly trying to recount those lost memories best she could.

More awkward silence. Makes one wonder what taking her so long to not take the shot.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked in curiosity.

"I'm usually a Ballet Mistress, basically a ballet teacher, but I'm on a show based of the Swan Princess," she exclaimed, darting her eyes across his various dresses, "got to get some black outfit for the show."

"I actually do have such an outfit. It's not entirely black, but it believe it should work well enough," he said, pointing towards the black costume he just made.

"Why, thank you for that...rather convenient," she said in response.

More awkward silence. Wonder how long those arrows are taking. Platinum makes sure to keep his eye contact and not get distracted by her lean and beautiful figure. This is not helped by her wings, which he notices are larger in proportion to the body then a standard pegasus, with pink feather tips and black bat thumbs.

"What's with the blush?" she said. Well, this is getting more awkward by the second.

"How much does it cost?" she asked.

"50 bits for the entire outfit," he responded. She then took her saddle bag and simply placed it in front of him. While he was counting the bits in her bag, She took the outfit and everything went as normal from there. Well, aside from Platinum getting a look at Scootaloo-now-named-Grace Dancer's butt.

The rest of the day has been pretty normal. Ponies gone into the store, buying clothes he made old and new, buying clothes designed by himself and rarity, due to the fact the boutique he's working at is under rar's ownership.

It's about 9:30 when he closes the store and decide to go back to his house. The walk down to to his house was nothing special, other than it was once in the poorest area but is now in the richest. The house itself was initially was some first-story shack before being built on over the years to a slightly mished-mashed mansion. It was vaguely pyramid-shaped, and above the oak door was a pink glass-stained window shaped like a heart. Outside the door was marble, checkerboard flooring. The walls themselves are just various dark shades of pink and purple.

"INCOMING!" cried a vaguely drunken mare's voice.

"Oh, what is it now, Archer?" he responded upon looking at the blue earth pony that bursted from a recently opened window. Well, one would initially assume until smaller details begin to show themselves. For one, she has light pink, floating, disembodied wings in the area where pegasus wings should be. There was also a dark pink bow with various light pink heat symbols on it, and the structure itself is vaguely heart shaped. Well, now we know where that cupid is, probably drinking at a bar or something.

"So, how's ya day been," he asked.

"So far, nothing except the *hic* usual," she said, "going round d'tecting  love in ponies' hearts, get them t'gethah, shit like that."

"So why did you break into my house again?" he asked, as the wings and bow slowly fades away.

"I detected love for a certain childhood of yours. I assume that you would bring her in with ya. I would really like to meet her, or him, or whatever gender. Either way, i'm gettin' *hic* bored of sex life," she mumbled.

"To answer your questions, I did not bring the girl and, and her name is Scootaloo, now Grace Dancer," he mentioned.

"You mean the one looks like me but has pegasus wings and a different pallette."

"Well, as a foal, yes, but now I believe her wings have bat thumbs now. I believe her mane is two-toned now, and has a longer mane and tail then you," he said, "still got a sweet ass though."

"P-pervy as *hic* always."

Latitude of Agony

Grace Dancer was twirling around, performing various pirouettes. She is currently performing some Allégro kind of piece as training or something. However, since her encounter with Rumble 4 days ago, now often nicknamed Ribbon. To say the least, she's been...struggling with something. She's been aware of the possibility of Platinum and Archer's  relationship and the fact that they are willing to let her in on the herd. However, there's been something that's been nagging at the back of her mind.

"Why, hello again, other me," said a voice. She looked towards the nearby mirror, seeing a dark version of her. This version of her had various holes and cracks along her body, revealing an interior of black...something. But one particular hole was where her left eye should be, but here it does reveal something. A glowing amber light where the iris should be.

"What do you want, 'shadow' me?" she asked

"Just curious, I mean, from what I can tell, those reports of that 'creature' are getting rather...amountamous."

"What do you me-" she said, before various cracks began to form all over her.

The cracks grew bigger as the rest of her body became a shadowy, tar-like substance. Her tongue elongates and blacken, as her mane and tail turns into a black-like shade of purple. Her teeth sharpen and her eyes turns into an even darker shade.

"See ya on the flipside, other me," her mirror counterpart's voice said before her transformation was complete.

She felt hungry. She needed the emotions of others to feed on. She needs it.

Her appearance is a living shadow, with a large jaw with a long, gunmetal gray, reptilian tongue. Her eyes were entirely purple. Her teeth were glowing white, witch fades into red at the tips.

She was jumping from rooftop-to-rooftop, treetop-to-treetop, etc. She was searching for emotions to feed off of. As a specter-pony hybrid, she has a desire to eat the negativity of others. Unfortunately, her hybrid-ness has led her to a unique position among other specters. Being in a physical form for pretty much her entire life. Most Specters are intangible for most of their lives. She did not have such a luxury, unfortunately, so she's forced to either eat regular food in large amounts or scrap radiating negative emotions. And sometimes, even that's not enough.

Prey. Specifically an arguing couple in the park. Why in this time of hour or even what they are talking about doesn't matter, she needed their negativity. She had to, she Wanted to, she NEEDS to.

She watched the couple argue. She listened as they argue. Apparently, they were arguing about writing a story and him actually doing something for once. Doesn't matter now. She needs food. All of it.

She leaped at the couple with great force from the tree, pinning the two like the prey they are. She then launched various tendrils at them, to drain them of their emotions. They would go into a coma and be emotionless for some time after.

"STOP YOU FIEND!" said a familiar-ish voice. She turned her towards the voice, wearing a ball gown-like armor, with at least two petticoats, with what appears to be a night gown under all that metal. She wears a mask that resembles the atlas moth. She has disembodied wings that is a whitish-pink color and was using some kind of vaguely heart-shaped, pink energy bow.

Shit, not her again. She drained them of as much emotion she could before fighting her off, and then continue on. That's her usual plan when she encountered the mare. Usually she fails at this, but she's confident it will work this time.

The masked mare launched a purple arrow at her chest as she uses one of her tendrils to throw a nearby bench at her. Dodge the arrow, then Grace leaped at her, disconnecting from the couple. The combined weight of the bench and herself immobilized her. She could knock her out right now and absorb her emotions on the spot. Her unusual abilities would feed her for probably two or three months before the mere thought of hunting again pops up.

"Take this!" She said, firing a pink arrow into her chest, sending her back quite a ways back. This lands her into a tree trunk, followed by a bench to the face. While she usually shoots arrows at her as a last ditch effort when cornered, but the pink arrows are new.

She groaned, preparing to throw both the bench and the tree to crush her. Unfortunately, she had already disappeared.

"Why does this keep happening?" she thought, putting down the tree. She looked around, seeing nopony around. She will defeat her next time, she's sure of that. Where else could she find prey at this hour?

Apparently, it was "arguing couples" night or something, cuz she found another one 'bout an hour later, again, they might as well be the same couple as before. They probably are, to think about it. This time however, they are next to a tree, perfect to sneak on them and drain them.

She jumped onto the branches of the tree, waiting for the perfect moment.

There it is!

She grabbed the more upset of the two, a mare with a blue mane and a blue-ish purple coat she had picked up. She then dropped down, spawning more tendrils to grab the other pony, who was a pink-coated mare with a red-and-black mane. Their fear was only the jelly to the donut. How delicious this meal of their emotions will be? Very much a banquet it will be!

Turmoil of the Darkness

Grace woke up from her bed, having much more of a feast than usual last night. Rays of light shoots through her window. She lifted her blanket off, ready to spend the weekend before the play. She planned to go to Rumble's house and pursue a relationship with him and Archer.

She twirled her way to her bathroom. She stared at the mirror, reflecting how she's acting when her spectre instincts took over. Her life was quite chaotic overall because of it. Aside from her genuine attraction to Rumble, along with her girlfriend Archer, there's also a practical reason for the engagement. Namely, to control her bursts of insanity at night due to lack of food and her spectre side's instincts.

She stared at the mirror, noticing a pink mark on her chest. It takes the form of a stylized, pink heart. It also has a barely noticeable glow that only a keen eye would notice at all. It wasn't long before memories of last night finally began to resurface, how much she hurts others, but hopefully those days are behind her.

The cheerful blue mare was preparing to be in the royal guard. She was at the firing range with her more lethal variety of arrows and her custom crossbow. Various reports of creatures, ranging from what she discovered is Scootaloo (now named Grace Dancer), and some kind of painter turning folks into paintings for some reason. But anyways, she's having a date with the hybrid spectre she encountered last night, and considering her history, would end up bedding her.

She shot one of the bulls-eyes on the firing range. Then a head of a dummy was shot down just a second after. Then another target, this time a hay bale, was knocked down with a noticeable arrow sticking out of it. She then shoots down a five dummies that were moving around due to various mechanisms installed in the room. With a single shot. She then shot three dummies and then two more in a similar manner to the first five.

She then puts her crossbow away on a rack with various other crossbows. She then picks up a regular bow from the same rack. In about an hour she reset the entire course and redone everything. She re-positioned the stationary targets and pulled put the bolts out of them, the wall, and the dummies. It was the same as before, except she got a surprise as she shot all 10 dummies with one shot. Rather impressive feat, even for her.

Grace had cleaned her mess of a mane caused by last night. She then puts on her signature purple scarf, making sure to cover up the glowing mark. She then used a purple, heart-shaped hair clip to make her long mane into a pony tail. Ready to have some kind of calm after the storm,  she planned to have a date with archer today. Hopefully she didn't know or has forgiven her as that bestial form.

She picked up her saddle with various items in it, including a basic ballerina dress, combat knife for protection, and various foldable swords, most which are serrated. She then flew out of the room, picking up a dark bluish-green gardener's hat with a black rose on it as she flew out. She was going to the new restaurant "Daisy Queen". It's gonna be a day of changes for her. Lots of changes...many, many changes...

Sinister Sunrise (LESBIAN SEX)

As the duo of mares leaves the restaurant, they were talking it up about various things such as their current lives and their jobs. It was admittedly awkward, especially for the ballerina, due to her previous encounter. Fortunately, she's good at maintaining a stoic attitude.

"So how was your vacation this summer," Grace asked. It was quite clearly not as much as clicked with her as, say, Platinum. Either way, it's probably likely that a surprise is on the way.

"Went on a cruise, nice food, fed a stingray..." she said, clearly in hopes of finding a conversation to strike.

"Wow, this is really awkward," Grace admitted.

Meanwhile, a pair of figures watch the duo of mares as they walk around town. They will appear later and I have better time describing the sex that happens later. So, don't be surprised if any sequels will bring them up or something.

"HEY, IS THAT ALL WE GOT," the mare said.

"don't worry sis we'll be significant later," the brother said.

Out of sympathy, you, Aarcover and Gothic Century will have a role in this story, but it would take awhile.

"YAY!!!" said Aarcover.

"...Then I shot 'em in the face," Archer said about a time a dragon attacked.

"How freakin' awesome," Grace said. She admits that she was quite entertaining.

"Hey, I got an idea. Wanna come to my place?" the blue mare asked.

"Sure, I guess," Grace responded.

"WOOOOOOO!!!" Archer cried, having drank a little too much hard cider.

"Hey look, I can summon light wings to fly around," she said, summoning her pink wings of white. However, her drunkenness caused her to hover no more then 6-9 inches off the ground.

Grace Dancer was watching this with amusement as she saw the humorous sight.

"WOOOOOOOO!!!" she yelled, managing to get a feet closer to the bed, even that seemed to be a struggle for the drunk Archer.

"Here, let me tuck you in...*hic*" Grace herself has drank as much as Archer, but not as nearly as deeply drunk as her. She also set her saddle bag full of dangerous blades next to the front door, just in case. However, the temptation to have sex with her is banging in her head. She could sense drool starting drip out of her mouth, and her elongated tongue is starting to roll out. She could also vaguely smell her own and Archer's musks as she felt her backside winking.

"Hey, *hic* can we have some sex," she said as she brings her partner into her room.

"YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

The two mares then plopped onto the bed. Archer was laying on her back, spreading her legs to reveal her moist rose. Scootaloo's tongue completely rolls out, ready to be inside her. Said tongue was long, being the size of an average stallion's cock (read: huge). She wasted no time inserting it into the blue mare, slithering inside of her for a good taste.

"YES, YES!:heart:," Archer cried. To her surprise, she tasted like oranges rather than blueberries. Her tongue explored the mare's vagina, sometimes making the blue mare spot a bulge in her abdomen due to this.

"Wh-why are you taki-" she said before her eyes noticed the orange mare's butt in her face.

"I'll give you a head start, as it seems you're on edge," she said, which to Archer was a command to lick some of that swollen behind she has gotten licking hers.

"Hmmm....taste like punch," the blue mare thought. She was eating her orange lover out, and by the sound of her high voice, was about to reach the same point Grace was before having an orange butt in her face. Not to be outdone, she reintroduce her tongue into her colour-complementary-counterpart's honeypot. The ballerina mistress was vicious with that tongue, catching up with Glory's own. Slowly, both mares lean closer and closer into their climaxes.

The blue mare then turned, putting the two mares on their sides rather then one on the bottom, one on top. Both mares then dislodged their respective tongues as Archer moves off the bed and motion to a nearby drawer.

"You know we're both on edge, what now?" Grace asked.

"Just gotta try something Ribbon gave me a :heart:new toy:heart: awhile back," she said, grabbing what appears to be a strapon dildo. She then puts it on, as Grace position herself so she lays on her back.

"This thing has a bit of a surprise:heart:," she then flipped a knob near the base of, causing the "cock" to vibrate. Grace was starting to drool out of lust. Archer then inserts the vibrator-dildo-strap-on into her buck-buddy's rose.

"Oh-oh Yes:heart:...I feel like I'm about lose consciousness," she moaned, her eyes rolling back. The combination of the vibration and Archer's Thrusts has caused an unrecorded level of ecstasy, and she felt as if she'll lose her consciousness. Her blue partner seemed to only run on her instinct and lust, with her eyes barely focusing on Grace and sticking her tongue out. It didn't take long for both mares to reach their climax, though Archer came first, followed by dancer just 5-8 seconds later. Archer managed to be conscious, but Grace was blacking out. Soon, grace fell into unconscious slumber.

"Good night, Scoots," said Archer as she shut off and put away her sex toy. She then preps their bed for the night and, after checking grace's breathing, sleeps the rest of the night off.

Deep in the pages of history

Lies a shadow hiding in a mystery

A late night story buried far away

Until it once again sees the light of day