A.K.A. Coco Pommel

by BlokTekZero

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Dark, Alternate Universe, Drama, Mystery, Adventure
Length: 1518

Haunted by the death of her parents and tormented by the sins of another, Coco Pommel must survive in a world where nothing is as it seems, and anything goes.

Haunted by the death of her parents and tormented by the sins of another, Coco Pommel must survive in a world where nothing is as it seems, and anything goes…

Hell's Stable.

During this, she will have to find a way to link a phantom known as Kilmane to his crimes, where he uses a form of mind control to use others in his stead.

Will Coco be able to right the sins of her past? Or will her anger and self pity get the better of her?

(The first Jessica Jones crossover fic on Fimfiction!)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-06 21:00:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Morning's suck

Our story begins in Hell's Stable, a sub division of Manehattan that stands as one of many glorious symbols of Equestria's prosperity. Celestia's morn was still young, and the streets were bustling with many ponies with many places to go. However, one mare of interest was cooped up in her rented office space. Her name is Coco Pommel, one of Manehattan's greatest Private Eyes. She was an ace detective, the best of the best, willing to do anything to get the job done. However, today was a slow day and she just wanted to be left alone.

With a sigh, the mare sat at her computer, beginning to type aimlessly at the keyboard, going over various case files that could use some sorting, after all, her desktop was cluttered with files. Much to her dismay, she was interrupted by a knock at the door. Coco huffed and stood up, trotting to the door and opening it to reveal her friend Gabby Gums, a talk show host. "Coco!" She beamed with a smile as she hugged the stoic earth pony. Coco however, seeing this was Gabby, quickly changed her demeanor to a more happy one. "Hey Gabby... how are you?"

"Great... oh! I have something for you!" She said as she pulled out a file folder and gave it to her. Coco took it in her hooves and opened it to reveal a witness testimony for some random case she had never even heard of. "How is this of any use or value to me Gabby?" She asked with a groan. "It's from uh... T-tiara." She replied, feeling slightly awkward. She gritted her teeth, immediately returning to her previous shitty demeanor. "You know I hate working with that slut." She said as she got up and walked into her kitchen. "Oh come on Coco, don't do this. Think about it, if these reports get delivered on time, innocent ponies will be spared prison sentences!"

Coco sighed and began to go over it in her head. It was an easy task that she could accomplish in an hour at the latest, especially due to her special skill set. What many ponies didn't know was that Coco was anything but a normal pony. Unlike most Earth ponies, she could fly, and she had the strength of about 7 Big Macintosh's. Indeed, the job would be like nothing at all. Besides, maybe she'd be compensated by Tiara for the hard work? Of course that sounded a little too good to be true, and pretty shitty on her note, but hey, a girl's gotta eat. "Where's it going?" She asked as she grabbed her bag. "Uhh... 64th and Mane Street." Gabby replied quickly with a nod. Coco hugged her and left out the door, walking through the hall to the elevator before she stepped inside, closing herself off from her floor and going down to the lobby. She was greeted by elevator music that only be described as something you would hear in an old black and white detective movie, but she didn't care nonetheless.

All she wanted was to get her shitty morning over with.

Grey. That was the only thing to describe what our favorite twisted, purple-maned antagonist felt each morning he woke up. He stared up at the grey ceiling as he looked around at his grey walls, just before his grey-coated maid walked into the room. Although the color of her coat reminded her of how dull and empty his life was, she had a stunning red mane that glistened in the sunlight and a figure that was just too perfect to look away from. She was a bittersweet beauty, as he had called her once. However, she didn't mind at all of what Kilmane thought of her, whether it was good or bad. This was mostly due to the fact that she was a slave to his own form of mind control. Indeed, much like Coco, Kilmane was not a normal, everyday pony.

"Ah, my darling Scarlet returns." He says with a smile as he gets up and comes dangerously close to her, causing her to tense up. "Oh stop it Scarlet, no need to be so tense- ugh it just ruins the beauty of the morning." And just like that, she relaxed, feeling a sensation of peace wash over her. "There, better?" He asked, receiving a slight nod. "Oh, don't be so shy my little filly, please, use your words love."

"Y-yes... master." She said, a blush encompassing her muzzle as she blinked away. Kilmane smiled devilishly as he kissed her passionately on the muzzle, slowly sucking every inch of air and saliva from her mouth as he swirled his tongue around before letting go, the smaller mare gasping for breath as she fixed her stance. "B-breakfast is ready.. s-sir." She said as she held back a tear and trotted back to the kitchen.

With a smile, Kilmane turned to the mirror, instantly greeted by his luscious purple coat, his dazzling spiky purplish blue mane, and his glistening light blue eyes. Indeed, he would be more than happy to date himself but masturbation wasn't enough to satisfy a stallion's needs. Now, all he could think about was scarlet. "Breakfast can wait..." He muttered. "SCARLET!" He shouted. Within seconds, Scarlet had returned and looked into her master's eyes, awaiting orders. "Y-yes master?" She asked, enticing a smirk from KIlmane as he stroked her softly. "I do love it when you call me that... now, take off your clothes." Instantly, Scarlet's heart sunk as she quickly moved to unbutton her shirt, however, Kilmane stopped her. "Slowly." He added as he sat on the bed.

She gulped, and then slowly slipped her shirt off, just before she began to slowly lower her skirt to her thighs. "And now, come closer." He said as he leaned back in bed and waited, she began to trot slowly over, her lack of speed making Kilmane slightly annoyed. "Any day now!"

She quickly leaped next to him, only to be pinned under his much larger weight, and the latter began to forcefully take the mare by her reigns, so to speak. No matter what she said or did, he continued until he had enough. With a sigh, he released the mare from his grasp, done with her, yet still unsatisfied. "Nopony will ever be as good... as good as the one that got away." Scarlet's eyes widened. "Y-you mean... Coco-" Suddenly, Kilmane slapped the mare across the face, angrily staring down at the mare as she fell to the floor. "Never say that name. EVER." He said sternly as he pounded her again. "You need to learn to put your hoof in your mouth." Scarlet quickly put a hoof in her muzzle as he raised a hoof to strike her again, instead he simply chuckled, and then slowly began laughing psychotically. "You know what... you're a big filly, so you can be trusted to carry out a punishment on your own." He said as he tossed her a pair of scissors, landing just next to her. "Cut out your tongue."

Her eyes widened in horror and shock as she picked up the blade and put it in your mouth, hugging the sharp edges of the scissors around her tongue. She then snipped at her tongue, screaming out as she did, her tongue sagging slightly as she hadn't cut it hard enough. "Well go on! Keep cutting!"

She then cut again, the tongue falling out of her mouth as she bled profusely, crying and screaming all the while before she was slapped again. "Pick it up. Eat it." He barked as he pointed a hoof at the fleshy pile that was once her tongue. The mare hesitantly lent down and bit into her severed tongue, chewing it up and swallowing it along with a mouthful of blood. She gagged and looked up at her in tears, begging for permission to tend to her wounds before she passed out from the bleeding. He sighed and motioned for her to go, the mare quickly getting up and running away as she continued to cry. In his eyes, she was beginning to wear out, and he would soon need a new mare. With a sigh he turned back to the mirror. He could've sworn the color of his coat was more vibrant than before. He always thought the color of his coat described him better than his cutie mark. Indeed, the color purple combines the stability of blue and the energy of red. Purple is associated with royalty. It symbolizes power, nobility, luxury, and ambition. It conveys wealth and extravagance. Purple is associated with wisdom, dignity, independence, creativity, mystery, and above all else: magic.

He was indeed one of the greatest and most powerful ponies in all of equestria, right next to Twilight Sparkle who was also: Purple!!! He didn't care who he had to step over to get to the top but he swore he would.

He will rule the world...

And not even Coco Pommel could get in his way.