In Silence Alone

Raging noises echo about the castle walls as the last alicorn struggles to maintain her sanity. It's the middle of the night, and she hasn't gotten a single ounce of sleep, no matter how many times she casts a spell upon herself. Others are resting on the solid, crystal floor, additionally moaning and groaning, shifting and turning as the sounds of slams and smashes bounces everywhere. Ear plugs didn't do good to account for the screaming monstrosities, either; their combined wailing rumbles the whole foundation, leaving any living heart thumping fast with terror.

Fortunately, Twilight has grown used to her blood constantly rushing at this rate, the only thing keeping her wary being the question of when the things out there will manage to get in. Especially with her friends completely defenseless throughout their rest, for her, there was no time for dreaming, no time for snoozing, and definitely no time for nightmares. She gets up from the floor and looks around the room, making sure that nopony is missing, jumping every now and then whenever a unique sound pops out from the flurry of creatures outside. Everyone seems to be here, Twilight thinks. I just need to wind down a little.

To this, she lights up her horn and sneaks around the resting bodies, taking care not to step on any of them, some of them twitching their hind legs and shifting positions. After reaching a side door, she gently, ever so gently turns the knob, feeling her heart beating rapidly, as if it were going to pop. With a steady twist, the knob's mechanism tumbles about until it lets out a sharp click, causing the horde to scream even louder. Twilight felt her spine shiver, and her fur rise to this; there's no way she'll ever get used to that noise. It was as if they were already in the room with her, ready to feast. With a deep breath, she pulls the door open and slips in.

Out here in the hallway, the noises are even louder, and every limb that bumps into the wall echoes down the whole perimeter. Magically reinforced steel barricades are covering each and every window, the only thing separating her from them as they shriek in sheer desperation of a meal, scratching and scraping at the enchanted barriers. With her head kept low, and her tail between her legs, she attempts to creep down the hallway, doing her best to ignore the horrific yelps among the walls. She treads past a countless number of doors until she reaches room number thirty-two, one of their individual day-rooms; sleeping in these at night would separate them too much if the creatures ever broke through.

The door this time doesn't make a click, and she peeps on in, keeping her magic under control. Sneaking herself through, she looks back to close the entrance; she makes sure the knob is fully turned and against the hinge before releasing it without a single sound. Checking back to the room, Twilight takes another sigh, letting her horn fully light up the small area. With no time to waste, the alicorn reaches her desk, and she pulls out a candle, allowing her magic to spark upon it, saving her the much-needed energy. She takes a seat.

On the desk are several pieces of paper, many scribbled notes, countless pieces of unofficial work, a couple of quills next to some ink bottles, a hefty stack of books, as well as plenty of crumpled ideas and thoughts. I know I shouldn't be writing this, Twilight thinks, but, I have to. Nopony else understands. She unscrews a bottle, dips the ink in, and slides over some paper to begin.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Today I have lear

"No, no. Why do I keep starting like this?" Twilight mutters. Instead, she cuts straight to the point.

This is day seventeen. I know you're not alive anymore, but I just can't get myself out of the old practice... it's the only way I can stay sane. The others are too busy hyperventilating to be able to talk properly, and I've had to cast moderation spells on some of them-- even on myself... I'm tired, Celestia. Tired. Why? Why did you have to leave us like this? Night after night, it's always the same, shrieking voices in our heads!

Tears make their way onto the paper as she hesitates; a particularly loud bump gathers her attention as she raises an ear to listen, but she soon turns back and does her best to write on.

...They're the voices that have been with us ever since this happened. The same ones that torture our very souls, whether the lights are on or off; the same ones we can never get rid of, because they have no limits. Those... things! I hear them screaming every night, tearing apart every little life form that so happens to cross their paths, from bug to pony, digging into the dirt to find something to devour... I believe the worst moments are when all goes quiet, when all that can be heard are the sounds of shredding bones and mindless swallowing; then, after deeming their prey dead, they endlessly smash on the castle walls, remembering our scents inside here. It doesn't help that some of the mares are in their estruses right now. I can't take it anymore!

At that moment, Twilight's frustration causes the quill to fluctuate. Her next lines come out in a fit of hardly legible scribbles as she angrily writes about in vain.

It hurts so much. Only some of us have seen the things that are out there; we're losing ourselves. All of us. Even Pinkie Pie can't bring up a cheer anymore. We're slowly giving into whatever is past these walls. What could have caused this? No amount of books or research will give me the answers I need! It's not working, Celestia! We only have so many supplies, and I have all of Ponyville trapped in here. Whatever's outside isn't going to stop. We have enough to last a few more months... but, is it really enough? Should we just open the doors and let them have their way? I don't have the skills, the spells, the time necessary to save us. I... all I can do is watch us sit here. The sky is stuck in a permanent blood red, and since neither of you are here... day and night doesn't exist anymore. We've been stuck without light for ages. The only thing keeping us from losing track of time are clocks and spells to properly manage it.

By this time, the alicorn has recollected herself, but seeing the paper drenched with her own sentiments only does good to upset her more.

...Most of the world is already gone by now, Celestia. This is truly a living nightmare. Wherever you are... I feel we'll be joining you soon. This castle isn't going to hold. Regardless, I promise that this will be my last letter to you. You deserve to be at peace.

Your Faithfu
Rest Well.

The alicorn takes a moment to drop her quill, placing both hooves on her forehead and allowing her tears to stain the carpet below. Celestia, she panics. Where have I gone wrong? Could I have done better? Would anything have prepared me for this? All I know is how to put up a damage barrier, and I know it won't hold forever... I've told the others it will stay up. But that's obviously a lie... your faithful student has become a liar. You're gone, you're all gone... Shining Armor, Cadance, Ember, Luna... I won't hear from any of you ever again! And that's already hard enough to accept. Sniffs and sobs are audible as her head slowly descends. She leans her forehead against the desk.

Without warning, the door next to her clicks open, causing the nightmares outside to slam themselves against the walls, detecting fresh flesh within the building; only this time, they are twice as desperate than before. The alicorn immediately shakes her tears away and looks to the entrance, a deep fear stabbing at her chest.

"Twilight?" A whisper begins.

Phew, it's not a monster, Twilight relieves herself. "Yes? Who is it? Come in." The pony enters with the same motion, making sure that the door doesn't click upon its closure. Immediately, Twilight can smell a faint scent, almost like some form of... cinnamon, and sugary dough? Oh no.

The pony turns around, and to Twilight's major surprise, a white-coated, swirly-haired mare is looking at her with sparkling, urgent eyes, blushing and breathing in short strokes. She's so flustered that whenever she exhales, the chilly night air gives way to her sensational tendencies. She manages a deep breath to begin. "Twilight, I know I'm supposed to cover up, but... I can't help it. I can't sleep with this... need going on. I'm sure you understand..." She moves past Twilight, and lays on the bed that is in there, covering her backside. The wave of death outside has lost her scent, and has calmed down to periodic thumps.

Twilight frowns. "Rarity, did you even realize how dangerous that could've been? The horde went crazy over you! Just... now that it's over, you can rest there, okay?"

"I know, I'm dearly sorry. It's just... isn't there a spell you know that will make my estrus disappear? There are also quite a bit of others who are going through this right now."

"No. I've already said that the only cure would be to either ask a stallion to aid in your relief, or to use what you know best to self-stimulate."

Rarity almost whines in return. "But Twilight, I don't find any of the stallions to my... particular liking. Plus, they're already all worn out from the first few mares. And besides... I've already masturbated a countless number of times. I've been up all night at it! At this rate, my hoof will get sore." She holds it up, but her friend doesn't see anything wrong with it.

Twilight doesn't know how to respond to this. Her friend is speaking highly of herself, completely ignoring the fact that death is only about two yards away from them. When she had her estrus, it was close to nothing, and she easily got on by with a few racy books. What made Rarity any different? "Well, I'm sorry. I'm not a stallion, so I don't know how I could help you," she asserts.

"Oh, that's no matter." Some of Rarity's friskiness shows her blunt side. "Just use that tongue of yours. I suppose you have the cleanest out of us all, anyway, being a goody-goody like yourself." After saying that, Rarity can't help but sneak a hoof into her burning crotch, and she achingly prods herself at the very thought.

"My... tongue? How will that help?"

"Well... there are definitely no dildos around here, as we didn't bother in saving those before the world ended. Seeing as none of the others are usually up this late, thanks to your sleep spells, you're the only one I can count on right now." She shifts her body, spreading her hind legs out, displaying her genitalia, causing her observer to look off to the side with an unwanted blush. "Unless I get with those other..." she struggles to find a word, "unpleasant equines. Besides... you'll help your poor friend out... won't you?" She looks straight at Twilight with eager anticipation, sobbing in her direction, taking no care to the fact that she's now openly rubbing off right in front of her.

In response, Twilight returns an odd glance, making sure to look directly into a pair of eyes, and not any lower. "Okay, but just... stop pleasuring yourself in front of me. It's not exactly making me comfortable." She reluctantly hops out of her seat and moves towards Rarity, avoiding her friend's stare, but the unicorn is gazing at her like a newly discovered treasure, completely oblivious to the constantly terrifying sounds behind the door. Nonetheless, she does her best to stop with her stirring hoof, eventually laying it off to her side.

"Okay, dear, but-- don't keep me waiting." Rarity giggles, flips over, and lays down on the bed, playfully biting into Twilight's pillow. The glistening spot from where she initially was on the bed is visible. "I'm sure you've read so many books on how to do this, you naughty pony." She uses another hoof to raise her tail, readily displaying her crimson vulva to her friend, subconsciously wiggling her rump from side-to-side. "And... don't be afraid to be a little-- well... rough."

Hearing Rarity say all of these perverted things makes Twilight wonder. As she stares at her peer's winking clitoris, her mind trails about. Is this what she thought of me all along? A perfect plaything? Does she know who I am anymore? I've never even done this before; what exactly will she taste like? She mentally shrugs to herself in response. Couldn't hurt to get this over with...

She closes in on Rarity's pussy, and upon a detailed look, it's outlined in a modest red under the candlelight, glittery juices ready for the taking. Twilight peeks closer, slightly grossed out from her dripping, natural lubrication. The designer uses her free hoof to spread one side of her restless lips, certainly inviting the alicorn to be more than just a guest as she fluffs her head into the pillow.

"Ooh, you tease." Rarity notes, having lost herself at this point. "I can feel you breathing on it. Please, do go on... I promise I won't taste bad. I really need this, Twilight..." She looks behind her, taking no care to hide her longing libido, leaning against the pillow and showing her blatant desperation. "Show me just how much you've learned..."

Twilight sighs, instinctively eyeing the door for any other visitors, nervous from the imminent monsters outside, and after deeming it safe enough, she lets her fresh tongue droop out. Without another moment's pass, she gives her friend a firm, steady lick that trails on from her clitoris, and just below her anus, sparking a moan within Generosity like a tinder to a flame. She pulls her tongue back and smacks her mouth a bit, taking in some of Rarity's sticky fluid. Hum. She's right. This isn't too bad. A little bitter, maybe? Unsure of herself, she presses back against her horny friend, being sure to lap up as much of the dripping liquid as possible. She takes a moment to identify a proper taste, but her mind can't place anything on it.

"You really know what you're doing, don't you, Twilight?" Rarity looks forward, keeping her eyes closed, and her ass pops farther into the air, leaving her alicorn helper with a clear path to her dripping, inviting desire, her hoof spreading out her lips even farther than before. "Being an... alicorn and all," she notes, striving herself in the fantasy of royalty.

Twilight wastes no time, having gotten used to her company's sleek texture; her mouth arrests the fashionista's labia, and she begins to lap against it in a smooth, consistent matter, her jaw muscles working down and forward like an automatic pump. Greedily, the swirly mare presses up against her reliever, taking no care for Twilight's oxygen level, instead grooving up against her natural rhythm, fine-tuning her sexual arousal from each moistened lap of her fluids. With each lick, the horny mare grinds back, making sure to douse the intrusive taste buds acting upon her entrance, sweet drool quenching her aching flame with dirty laps and curls working around her entire vicinity.

Every time her clitoris poked out to take a peek, Twilight's tongue would roll against it, forcing Rarity to dig into the pillow with her teeth to disguise her moans of pleasure as the monsters carry on with their irritated pummels against the magical barricades. The assistant's mouth was quite the naughty thing; her tongue would occasionally roll over Rarity's entire marehood, teasing out hot, lusty lip bites from the heated mare, allowing her to bask in the worship of her own, smutty genitalia. Whenever Twilight gulped down a raw mix of lubricants and her own drool, her tongue would stiffen out from the tip and roll out into the back, creating a few bursts of glorious wavy motions for her friend to cherish.

The taker grabs onto the pillow with both of her forelegs, and her tail falls upon the alicorn's head. Twilight uses a hoof to hold it up at the base, and before Rarity knows it, the bookworm is pulling her backside against her mouth, using her mane like a riding crop. Rarity manages to control her sweet moaning in the midst of this. "Oh my, Twilight, you've really read quite a lot," she pants, "to be this good."

Twilight releases her mouth from her friend's pussy, letting a grotesque mixture of sexual fluids and drool leak onto the sheets. As she takes in a sexy gasp of air, recollecting her flow, she speaks with her face drenched from Rarity's juices, playing along with her vibe. "You've done really well to maintain your marehood, Rarity... to taste this good." She expects her friend to tease her back, but she haves at it literally.

"Oh yes... and it's all yours. Take it. You want it, and I need it."

I want it, huh? Twilight mindlessly thinks. We'll see about that. With her own giggle, she digs back into the mare's rump, heading straight for her clitoris, grinding her tongue deep into it with however far her muscle will let her go. With no mercy, Twilight outlines Rarity's entire tail to keep it raised, and she uses both of her hooves to spread her labia apart, burrowing straight into her pussy with all she has to offer. Her friend, in this moment, can't help but completely give in to the alicorn, inevitably humping back against her helper in desperation, moaning into the pillow with concealed, rising squeals.

Every time Rarity winked, Twilight already had it calculated; she would give her recipient's clit a flexed swirl with the tip of her tongue, mustering unto it all of her focus as the designer nearly becomes a screaming monster herself, if not for the pillow-- practically joining the horrifying sounds outside, except hers for pleasure, and theirs for hunger. Taking from her private studies, Twilight hums in a steady, low tone, and this in turn drives her compeer ever so closer towards the edge, save for when she briefly pauses to swallow a mouthful of the sticky juices and feel it trickle down her throat, her own moans working their way out in return as she milks away the mare for more.

"Just a little more, Twilight!" Rarity works out through gasping breaths. "I'm almost there... I can feel it! Yes! I'm--" But, catching a hold of her mind, Twilight snickers and lets go of Rarity, leaving her with a tight pop, and she slides under her belly, catching the equine's dripping fluids into her mouth. Having been denied her orgasm, Rarity peeks back, seeing that her partner is not behind, but below her. She's moaning and panting, completely eager to receive her release. She quickly reaches down to rub off, but Twilight chuckles with the naughtiest little tone in her voice, outlining both of Rarity's hooves, her horn included, and rendering them useless as she lifts her friend's hooves behind her back, causing the brisked mare to fall flat-- not against a pillow, but just above her companion's purple pussy. "T--Twilight?!" Rarity cries, dumbfounded, as she struggles to break free.

"Show me just how much you need it," Twilight teases, using the designer's similar tone. She uses a hoof to prevent Rarity from coming down on her, and the other to keep her on the edge, making sure not to let her pass the line of no return, her peer's rump searching for a surface to rub on.

"Wha-- what?" Rarity's voice cracks. She is completely trembling, being on the verge of relief for such an extended time period.

"You heard me," Twilight states. "Do what I just did to you."

"Twilight, please..." Several whimpers and moans later. She is hopelessly attempting to hump her friend's hoof, begging for the end.

"You have a tongue too, just so you know. Or have you forgotten that I'm not a dildo?"

Rarity pauses, her clitoris winking uncontrollably due to her primal edge. Yet, without another word, she starts her vengeful feast upon Twilight's marehood, unleashing an explosion of massive lust unto her receiver's core. Her own practiced tongue drains the stress straight out of the bookworm's clitoris as she digs in, entirely blinded by desperation alone while she laps up her binder like a poor, horny puppy. This is instantly too much to handle, and Twilight's magic field breaks; yet, instead of rubbing off furiously in her attempts to reach culmination, Generosity has both of her forelegs pinning Magic down, aiming to reward the giver with twice of what they have been given, spreading her labia out and electrifying her aid with consistent, vibrating little squeals.

Rarity's tongue is amazing, Twilight thinks, I'm not even in heat, but it feels like I haven't rubbed for days until now. She lets out a moan into the air subconsciously, which causes the horde to rumble, and looking about in panic for something to cover her mouth, Twilight wraps her forelegs around Rarity's hips, pulling her in and using her crotch as a muffle.

It's a race against the margin and a rampage of concealed moans as the two mares are burying themselves into each other, doing their best not to let the horrors outside hear them. With each and every slurp, the horny equine is inching Twilight up to her own level of lust, smearing her tongue all throughout Twilight's pussy, appreciating the fact that her alicorn friend has agreed to aid in her relief. Although she herself is burning furiously, her helper's gentle tongue cools down her anticipated orgasm.

There was something about being so close to release, yet still being able to give it that reached to Rarity so much. Yes, she wanted to cum... but she wanted Twilight to cum even more. She wanted the both of them to lose their delicate juices. She was so close; but teaching Twilight a thing or two about the hidden powers of friendship was just too good to pass.

Rarity senses Twilight's grip on her weakening as she herself was reaching close to the edge; she waited until Twilight's forelegs gave in, falling completely to her sides, until fully committing to her move. Immediately, Rarity releases her own hold, and she plops herself off of her desperate purple friend, turning 180 for their eyes to meet, her forelegs on either side of the alicorn. "You... k-know we both want this now, Twilight," she teases.

Embarrassed from the two of them panting and moaning so close to each other, Twilight refuses to look into her friend's naughty eyes, and she reaches down to bring herself over the edge, but it's Rarity's turn: she has her companion's hooves and horn covered in a binding magic field, fluctuating enough from desperation so that all it would take to escape is a quick swipe to break free, but they're both too close to their thresholds to fight each other. "L--lift... one of your hind legs, dear," Rarity requests through her gasps.

It's shaky, but Twilight manages to comply; though, she's still too shy to show her vulnerability to the heated mare. Rarity lowers her backside until she feels the alicorn's leg bump against her crotch, and she lifts a hind leg to criss-cross their limbs. She lets herself fall, and their marehoods promptly snag up against each other's legs. To this, Twilight lets out an unexpected yelp, but Rarity covers her mouth with a hoof to silence her; the horde, at this point, has caught sound of this, and begins their crazed bumps against the perimeter-- completely scared that they'll break in by now, Twilight manages to look straight into Rarity's eyes. She shakes her head for them to stop, but after a few moments, the terrors lose their recognition of them.

"Ssh," is all she can whisper. Ever so gently, she moves her hoof aside, lowering her head. Twilight catches on, closing her eyes as their lips brush against one another's, soon coming into indefinite contact and sealing out the surrounding oxygen. Rarity then grinds her hips against Twilight, and she releases her magic field. Instead of reaching down, Twilight's back slightly lifts from the influx of pleasure, and she wraps her forelegs around Rarity's back. The two of them close their eyes to welcome a barrage of shuffled moans and exotic, muffled squeals as Rarity keeps their rubbing steady and strong, excitedly awaiting their combined arrival.

Brush after brush, their breathing began to work in short gasps as Twilight struggled to find a good hold among Rarity's spine; as much as she wanted to finish, the designer humps against her friend's leg in slow, steady strides, passionately trickling them as close to the brink as possible. Rarity pulls her mouth away from Twilight, and as their rising breaths fill the chilly air with heated mists, the alicorn makes with only a few words. "Rarity... I--... I'm about to--..."

"I...I know, darling. I am, too. H-hold your breath." After one last soothing grind, the end is marked for them, and both of their switches flick on, releasing a flood of pleasure into their bodies, as if some jolt of electricity had worked its way into the frisky couple. Rarity bites her lip; she blushes insanely as she witnesses Twilight's face make an 'O', and both of their horns start sparking up with uncontrollable magic, having teased for this long. "Rar..!--" just before Twilight could let out her cry, Rarity closes her eyes, reconnecting with her royal lips and slipping her tongue into Twilight's open mouth, essentially swirling hers around with a playful bounce; Twilight's wings flutter about, and they tighten out along the sheets, waving about in lovely little spasms as they soon stiffen out entirely.

At this point, Rarity does her best to support Twilight as it becomes clear that the stressed alicorn needed this more than she did, all of Magic's pains and doubts working their way out to her as Twilight thrusts her hips against Rarity's hind leg, unconsciously stimulating the fashionista as well. As Rarity closes her eyes, she takes in all of Twilight's tension and fear; regardless of the death horde outside, Rarity's chest finally falls against her partner's, being too vulnerable to support their uncontrollable cumming as their juices spurt out into each other's legs with every coaxing, carnal hump. The two squirting mares, unable to think anymore, begin to grind against each other furiously, and as Rarity latches onto the mare's back with either of her forelegs, Twilight's instinctively arched spine surprisingly makes a suitable platform as the two cherish their simultaneous culminations.

With every splash of sexual fluids spraying from their orgasms, both Twilight and Rarity are letting out waves of crazed moans, their horns releasing untold magic into the air like fireworks, popping and crackling about as the monstrosities detect signs of life, smashing themselves into the barrier in a simultaneous rage of eager fury, but this only does good to raise the horny mares' sexual excitement as Rarity sucks on Twilight's tongue, adoring its smoothness in the midst of her contraptions. They both have their breaths held as the largest, most powerful surge of a contraption travels throughout them, causing Rarity's clitoris to pop out and kiss at Twilight's hind leg. To this, she nibbles on Twilight's tongue as she can't resist the deadly tsunami reverberate throughout her body, and she nearly cracks her partner's spine as she struggles to keep her breath, instead desperately drawing in oxygen from the air.

With some final, satisfied grinds and muscle spasms, Twilight's back slowly deflates into its normal state after one last jolt, and she lets out with a few more copacetic humps against Rarity's leg, her pussy sloshing against it out of appreciation, making do with twitches and whelps before coming to a complete, sticky stop. Eventually, the two are panting atop of each other as their kiss breaks, Twilight's wings left to relax under the comfort of the candlelight as the nightmarish crowd gradually calms down outside.

"Rarity..." the alicorn makes out through her panting. The designer, fully paralyzed from her high, is already out and resting against Twilight's chest, a single hoof lain upon her partner's shoulder. With a single kiss on her cheek, Twilight shuffles out of her friend's grasp and hovers the pillow over, fixing it under her head. She then moves a hind leg, but to her grotesque discovery, they're both completely drenched in their combined sexual fluids. She lifts herself from the bed and giggles, unsurprised by how much they've lost, hovering a spare pillow under her own head and laying upon it. Soon, Magic gratefully licks Generosity's cheek, a reminder of somepony to protect and live for, clearing away her stress as she too, falls prey to a deep slumber, the sounds of the horde finally wearing away into a blissful pitch black.