Red and Black 2

"Captain Armor, we have brought three of the four ponies you have requested," an armored stallion spoke as he rushed into an ornately-decorated room with a red carpet, bookshelves, and some chairs sitting before an elegant wooden desk. Behind that desk sat another stallion, one with a white coat, purple armor, and piercing blue eyes that stared ahead as his front hooves clapped once.

"Which ones?" Armor asked in a low tone, a brow raising up.

"Distrance, Patient Care, and Trigger," the first stallion answered with a slight frown. "Writhing Ember is… well, she's just been discharged from the infirmary a few halls down. She told me the miscarriage she had took a hefty toll on her, so she might be… ah, late to the meeting, depending on how well she's feeling."

Armor nodded slowly. "I understand if she's not feeling well. Brief her before escorting her here while I address the other three. Speaking of which, tell them they are welcome to my office," he stated firmly.

The armored pony saluted with a brief “Yes sir” and trotted off, closing the door behind him. Less than half a minute later, the door opened up again, and in trotted three unicorn stallions, who silently took their seats.

“Gentlecolts,” Armor stated as he nodded. “We’ve gathered here you today for a reason. Can you guess what that is?”

“My drug useage? Are you gonna arrest me?” one of the stallions, a white unicorn with a neon blue mane and sniper scope on his flank scoffed. He lit a cigarette using magic.

Armor snorted, shaking his head as a hint of a smile came onto his face. “Nope. Try again.”

“Uhh, maybe I’ll get a medal for being such a good doctor in the pony-zebra conflict?” another of the stallions, a light yellow unicorn with green mane and a red medical cross cutie mark spoke up, giving a smug smile.

Armor's smirk only grew. "Close, but no cigar," he replied flatly.

“Will I be getting a Purple Hoof for my wound in said war?” the third pony, a brown unicorn with a dark brown and gleaming shield etched magically on his flank calmly asked.

"Getting colder, colts," Armor replied with a sneer. He paused as hooves clicked outside the room, before the door opened and a large reddish-brown tendril slid in, followed by what had been attached to it. He eyed the new arrival, a light periwinkle unicorn mare with a violet mane, reddish-brown eyes, and a large yellow third eye with three brown irises resting on the barrel of her chest. She also had rocky protrusions and six tentacles emerging from her back, with a seventh curled snugly around her horn.

"If only I didn't get drunk that night…" the mare grumbled through grit teeth, shambling inside the room with her tentacles folding at her sides like crude wings. Upon taking the last available seat, the other three stallions turned to her as the door clicked shut.

“S-Somnus? Somnus Wisp!? W-what the fuck!? What happened to you!?!” the yellow unicorn shrieked, jumping out of his seat and standing on his back legs as he eyed the mare.

Slowly, Somnus turned to him, regarding him with an unblinking gaze. "A lot. And I changed names—now I'm Writhing Ember, according to my official documents," she scoffed, tentacles twitching violently.

“I...uh—what?” the yellow stallion stammered, hesitant to return to his seat.

"Don't ask," Armor interjected bluntly, his smirk finally fading. "It's a long story, Patient Care. Now sit back down. You can flip out later." At his request, which sounded more like a command, Patient sat down and turned back to the Captain.

"I'm gonna take a gander and assume this conference has to do with the pony I strung up like morning sausage with my tentacles?" Somnus—or Ember, rather—asked in an agitated tone, eyes narrowing slightly. Her tentacles spread out suddenly, as if electric volts shot through them, only to close snugly at her sides a moment later.

The brown unicorn ducked for cover, waiting until the tentacles retracted before reclaiming his seat. He turned to scowl at Ember and stated, "Keep those things to yourself, filly!"

Armor cleared his throat just as a wordless snarl left Ember's throat and her head turned to the unicorn who hissed at her, and once more the eyes of the quartet he'd summoned were on him. He turned to Ember and nodded slowly. "In fact," he began, "it has to do with ponies just like that one you… reamed."

The other three stallions turned to Ember with widening eyes. "You reamed a pony?" the white one asked.

"And got pregnant doing so. And suffered a miscarriage very recently," Ember confirmed with a huff.

Patient turned to Armor and blinked. "Wait, what was the pony like? The one you said she reamed?" he asked. The armored pony responded by pulling open a drawer with a front hoof, and pulled out some pictures which he slid to the other side of the desk. Patient looked at the pictures, noticing the first one had a black and red alicorn stallion that with stripes on his body.

The next set of pictures also had Ember in them, covered in blood and what looked to be milk. Surrounding her were the limbs of the alicorn, including his wings, horn, and flaccid cock. The sexual organ had vicious holes torn into the flesh, looking like erratic bite marks. The last picture had just Ember, lying on her side still caked in blood—and sporting a proud erection from a cock she should not have been able to possess.

“Well…literally, what the fuck, man…” Patient blew air from his lips, attempting to process the images he saw. “Trigger, is it, can I steal a cigarette from you?” His pupils shook violently in his eyes, and he slowly turned to Ember with nothing short of a wide-eyed look of horror.

Trigger, the white stallion, used some magic to hand Patient a lit cigarette. He looked at the pictures with a critical eye before slowly nodding and lighting another cigarette. He cracked a smile after taking in a puff of smoke. "Dude, that's fucked up. That wasn't reaming; that was literally tearing him a new asshole," he remarked.

"Hell, her dick's bigger than mine!" the brown stallion shouted, the volume of his voice causing the others to flinch and fold their ears back. "At least, I'm assuming that's her dick…" he mumbled in a quieter tone.

“Oh… kay, then.” Patient attempted to process the information still. “What do you want with us? I mean, why did you ask us to come here, and why were we even given armed bodyguards as well?” he asked.

Armor leaned back and cracked a smile again. "Equestria and the other kingdoms are undergoing an epidemic of sorts," he began, using a hoof to gesture to the picture with just the alicorn stallion. "Ponies like this stallion are cropping up all over the place, bringing destruction and ruination to our citizens' livelihoods. In fact, Ember was such a victim of just a pony. I'm pretty sure she can tell you all about it."

"I'd rather stick my dick in a gryphon's beak," Ember mumbled under her breath, rolling all three of her eyes.

Armor chuckled and continued, "So, for you four, I have an ultimatum of sorts."

Patient breathed through his nose and made eye contact with the Captain. Trigger’s eyebrows raised substantially when the word ‘ultimatum’ was spoken. Ember merely huffed a soft, "Just get on with it." The brown stallion blinked, his front hooves shifting a bit.

"Either you lot take on ponies like the one Ember tore to shreds and…" Armor paused, as if mentally searching for words, "exterminate them. Or, if you decline, I'm afraid you'll have to be… put down."

The stallions' eyes widened, and Ember merely shrugged. The mare decided to speak, "Why kill us?" She gestured to the other three with a tentacle as she went on, "Me, I can get—I've done some fucked up shit, and the evidence is right there on that damned desk."

Armor sighed, "You're dealing with confidential information—strictly speaking, word of this meeting cannot get outside of these walls, unless it's between colleagues. Ember, you're carrying more intel than you might realize—the spell the alicorn fired on you as you fired back can only be cast by such a pony, and it's irreversible. We can't let what happened to you happen to anypony else."

"But what about the cops of Equestria, or the other regions? What if we get caught in the act like Ember did?" the brown stallion asked nonchalantly, crossing his front legs together.

"Every policing power the world over will be notified of your… task. They'll simply turn a blind eye," Armor replied, still smiling. "So, what do you say?"

"I'm in, but I have a question," Ember began, garnering the Captain's attention.

"That being…?" Armor implored, a brow raising.

"Do we exterminate the targets cleanly, or what?" the mare asked.

"Since this is a problem we're dealing with… and with your particular condition, you can go full gusto. Hell, you can even rape one of those targets in broad daylight in Griffonstone—just don't tell them why you're doing it, and the law will not touch you," Armor replied. "Am I understood?"

"My lips are sealed with Discord's magic cum," Ember replied, lifting a tentacle to perform a quick salute. She then used it to gesture to the other unicorn stallions. "I don't know about those guys, though."

Patient, Trigger, and the brown pony gave Ember an incredulous look. They then turned to Armor and nodded slowly. "We're in," they said in unison, though Patient hesitated for a moment with his utterance.

"Good. Now, for your first task…" Armor began, tilting his head slightly and shifting his front hooves to rest on the desk.