Rainstorm wiped the sweat from her forehead without letting her opponent out of sight. Only the rest of her broken spear stood between her and his sharp fangs. Their eyes met, and he smiled. He spat out a few pink feathers.

"Tastes like chicken," he said as he licked his lips.

She grit her teeth together. She could still feel the pain from where he ripped her feathers out of her wing.She could still fly, but only barely. Not that it was any help - her opponent was much faster than her.

Suddenly one of his claws jabbed forward, almost too quickly for her to deflect. Another blow pushed her back. She had to come up with something quickly. If only she could reach his wings - one good hit and she would be out of danger.

More blows followed, coming faster and faster. She tried to figure out his timing as she blocked and dodged his attacks. She almost had it - only a few punches more. Left, right, left, short break, left. With a tight twist of her barrel she escaped his third attack and jumped forward, her weapon whizzing down on his wing joint and... a sudden blow hit her in the ribs like a hammer. She crashed into the wall a few meters away like a sandbag, sliding down into a heap.

Dazed, she saw him come closer... That bastard! He was playing with me the whole time! He had set a trap with his attacks and she had walked right into it. She reached out with her foreleg and grabbed uncertainly after her spear, her breath quickening as she could not find it.

Dammit!

His steps were now right next to her.

Rainstorm was left with no time, powerless. She let herself fall back.

Slowly, almost tenderly he stroked her neck with his claw, "I do hope you did not hurt yourself?" he sneered, before he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up from the ground.

She kept her body limp and let her eyes uncertain walking back and forth. And she was awarded for it - his look lost some of his confidence. Had he broken his toy already? He brought his head closer to her and gave her a better look. That was exactly what she had been waiting for.

With all the strength she had left she sent her hoof straight to his face.

He roared, his voice full of surprise. He let her fall and before she could hit the ground, she catapulted herself with a powerful flap of her wings over his shoulder. With a howl she slugged him as hard as she could in his right wing joint.

Another cry of pain escaped him and Rainstorm sprinted as soon as she had ground under her hooves again. Her goal was just a short distance away. Another spear was on the ground in front of her. As she approached it, she heard him chase after her. One last time she mobilized her remaining forces and sped up again. She dove towards the weapon, falling into a smooth roll. Rainstorm felt the breeze of his claw when he jumped over her so she grabbed the weapon as quick as possible and pointed it towards him.

His smile was gone and his bare fangs glittered threateningly. All playfulness had disappeared from his look and had given way to something else. Something dangerous.

The new weapon in her hoof brought her back a little confidence to face him again. But when she tried to fend off his claws with the spear again, he simply grabbed it. Rainstorm shifted her posture to try and fend him off, and the two of them grappled over the long weapon. Her opponent shoved against her with inequine strength, slowly pushing her back, and with a sudden move, he released the weapon and ducked underneath its arch. He grabbed her barrel lifted, her up and slammed her into the ground.

Rainstorm lay on the ground, as the light waves of pain spread out from her back. The mare attempted to stand, but a force shoved her back down. She tried to free herself but her opponent was far stronger than her. Slowly, inexorably a black scaly face came into her view. It paused briefly and approached her neck. Rainstorm could not suppress a shiver as his tongue slowly slid over her neck along her main artery. Her instincts screamed that she should buck and kick as much as she could, but her strength had left her. Even before the battle she knew the stakes.

So she just closed her eyes as three sharp claws were wandering slowly down her belly ...

***

Waterwall ran down the steps, always two or three at a time. Even before she had reached the bottom of the stairs she heard it - the screams of her comrade. She was too late! Damn, she thought, and ran on faster. Out of breath, she reached the door at the end of the floor that followed the end of the stairs and pushed it open.

What she saw stunned her for a brief moment. Rainstorm, helpless, on the ground, held down by a pony-sized black dragon. Her screams echoed through the room. Screams of pleasure, not pain.

While Nightflame held her down with the one claw, he kept his other one very busy between her hind legs.

With a disapproving look, he looked up at Waterwall, "What's up Sergeant? You see we are busy.

"Sir," she stammered uncertainly, "a message from Princess Celestia, sir. We are commanded to go on a mission, so Captain Dancing Leaf had us all ordered to the meeting room.”

“... we'll be there in twenty minutes, “ Nightflame said, “I hate to have to hurry.”

“Please let me come!” begged Rainstorm , but there was no mercy in his look.

“You will pay for hitting me… twice.” The dragon gave her an evil grin while he took her almost to the peak but still kept it tantalizing out of reach.

"Sir, yes Sir"

With a salute Waterwall quickly left the training room, abandoning Rainstorm to her fate.

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