ReBorn Where Lightning and Air Meet Water

Edited by Hunter Steel

Sup, name’s 丂んuｲ, Wait, let me guess, you can’t understand that. Yea, me either. So yea I'm apparently a ghost now, or am I a wraith? I don’t rightly know. As for how I got like this, well I was offered the chance to go to Equestria, and being the basement dwelling perma-virgin I am, I jumped at the opportunity and, well you can see how well that worked out. Instead of sending say all of me to Equestria the greedy bastard who promised to send me there copied my mind and soul, a process that destroys your body by the way and sent that instead with the excuse of, “send all of you? Bitch please, do you even have a clue how much energy, not to mention effort it would take to lug your sorry ass across dimensions? This is frankly cheaper and-” that’s about all I heard, you see there are three parts to your being; mind, body and soul. When you die the body part of that equation is usually the one that fails, when this happens your body 'returns to the earth' while your soul and mind start to drift apart, to my knowledge the soul is reincarnated and your mind… well I’m not sure what happens to your mind, personally I think it just fades away or something. Well that’s what usually happens anyway, and that's what was happening to me. Until “Well I guess I can let you spend the rest of however long like this, this is better than the alternative anyway, I’ll just connect your soul to your mind and there, now you don’t need a body, whelp good luck” and with that he was no more.

So yea I'm cursed to haunt this Earth for however long. I’m currently floating above the head of Miss Williams, both of us watching Law & Order SVU. She's a really nice lady, you know the type, goes to church, donates to charity, and has hips the US would invade for. She's a perfect ten, but she's a butter-face, and strangely single. It’s been a years since she has had any company if you know what I mean. The last guy she had over actually asked her to wear a paper bag on her head and, well, long story short now she hates men. But who am I to question my unknowing landlord.

“…”

What? No I didn’t watch her have sex, that would just be creepy. Fucking perverts, she’s like a sister to me, kinda, ok not really, but whatever.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Ooo Company don’t get up I’ll get it- or you could just ignore me sure that works too.

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Five minutes later

I watch with indifference as the priest continues going through the house “cleansing” the rooms or whatever I wasn’t really paying attention, apparently Miss Williams is having me evicted, it isn't working so far so imma just ignore them. One of the priest’s followers or whatever turns of the TV. 'Well that won’t do at all.' Using what influence I have in the physical world - which is to say little to none - I will the shadows that the room has been cast in to turn the TV back on after the guy leaves the room. A few minutes later he turns it off again, I didn’t even notice him come back. Looking at him, i could see the scrawny guy sweating bullets. He watches for a few seconds before putting down the remote and turning to leave. Deciding in that moment to fuck with him again, I will into existence a talon made of shadow and scrape them against the concrete wall opposite him, the guy slows down before turning to face the aforementioned wall, when he's about to turn around I turn the TV on again and he nearly shit's himself. After calming down, he walked over to where he put the remote, but it's not there. He’s about to start looking around when there's a bang behind him, turning around he finds the remote on the ground with the batteries missing, after he stares wide eyed for a bit, he fucking bolts.

The whole time I was laughing my ass off on the ceiling. It’s been awhile since I fucked with someone like that. I would screw with miss Williams, but it’s never wise to piss off your landlady, though it didn’t make much of a difference in the end now did it. Floating toward the doorway to follow him I find myself quite suddenly, violently, and painfully bitch slapped to the ground by the book of revelations. Looking up I see the priest skip through his bible before he starts chanting something in… I don’t even know what that is, but whatever it is, it’s doing something. I can feel whatever it is trying to pull apart the bond holding my mind and soul together, it’s not painful, but it won’t work either, the initial bond was half assed so if he had caught me back then this might actually work, but at this point my soul and mind have fused together. Pretty soon time starts to get a bit wonky for me. Next thing I know I'm slammed full and painful force into something. After swearing up a storm, I find I'm in front of several… I'm just going to assume there angels even though I can’t make out any features, they definitely give of that vibe. “Fret not child,” they said without saying in creepy unison, “for soon your soul will be free.” Now I never saw any of them move, however I did find two… I want to say hands, but I somehow feel like that would be insulting and racist both at the same time and individually. So I feel something on my shoulders, next that tugging sensation returned, gently at first, then several orders of magnitude stronger before getting unimaginably stronger just for the lols. Pretty soon, or maybe it’s been a while, it stops.

I smelt more than heard the angel sigh, “It seems this one cannot be saved, I suppose we will need to be rid of it then, do you recall what happened to make you this way?” suddenly I find myself spilling my guts as to when where and how everything happened, “This again," another sigh "very well.” Suddenly it grabs a piece of golden paper from… somewhere writes something on it with a disappointingly mundane ballpoint pen, I mean everything in wherever here is has an ethereal white or golden glow with the exception of, well me and the pen, this might seem like a strange thing to fixate on but it just seemed unnatural for an angel in all its shining glory to be writing with a cheap run of the mill pen. That and the fact that I felt like I was completely insignificant, which was about right, it was like just standing there was slowly making me more confident for some reason. I have no clue what was being written but there was sure a hell of a lot being written, even fifteen minutes later, at that point I broke my gaze to look around the area. Wherever I looked I could see nothing but what looked like fluffy white clouds. Half an hour later the angel addressed me while still writing. That was another half hour that boiled down to me promoted up a level to a ‘primary reincarnation’ basically when I die I can retain the memories of my previous life and seek out a new body to inhabit, provided it’s early enough in development to not yet have a soul. And since the boss man doesn’t deal in that kind of reincarnation, I was to be carted off to the nearest world that does tolerate that sort of stuff. After another couple minutes of silence and constant writing, the angel roles the sheet of paper around the pen and shoves both it into my chest where I feel it diffuse into my ‘body.’ Then it crumpled me into a golf ball and added me to a bin with a bunch of others. You ever played golf and your ball seemed to disappear despite how closely you watch for where it landed? Yea, well then you probably know where this is going. Three weeks, one packaging machine, seven vehicle rides, one country club, and one bitterly divorced woman with a high-end driver later, I find myself traveling through a vomit inducing warp gate of technicolour madness.

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Considering the tags on this story I most likely don’t need to tell you where I ended up. When I came too I found myself in Ponyville, a small town within the peaceful and magical land of Equestria before proceeding to befriend everypony… right? Yea no, I unfolded and landed in a man sized pile of shit, and it was still warm and fresh, how lucky am I? Good thing I'm incorporeal so no splatter. It was still extremely unpleasant nonetheless. After righting myself I look around at the burning wasteland I'm in. 'great, just fucking great.' After a few days of aimless floating I notice fire randomly spewing from the mouth of a mountain cave to my right, and seeing as there's no point for me to not see what goes on there I reorient myself and head for my new target. Now when I finally got there a day later I most definitely didn’t expect to find what I did. Have you ever killed anything before? And no I don’t mean things like bugs. Maybe you forgot to feed your pet rabbit? Neighbours dog mess up your garden one too many times? At least some of you know what I'm talking about. Personally the biggest thing I’ve killed was a pig, and it took me about a second to get into the mind-set to kill one of the animals I razed from their birth. That said, I don’t think I could kill a sentient being, or even do significant harm, well, not directly anyway. But who knows, maybe if push came to shove. But I'm generally a sensitive guy, one who will ignore your screams for help if there’s a chance of me getting dragged into your problem, but a sensitive guy none the less, even if all that sensitivity was gain from watching Adventure Time when Fin sings the empathy song to that green troll thing. So when I heard muffled cries of rage, pained and frantic broken crying along with grunting coming from the cave mouth and the sound of wet slapping and something scrabbling on stone, I slowed to a stop and the small smile I had been wearing while humming Tricks Up My Sleeve slowly melted off my face. While this could be something different from the images my mind was conjuring, deep down I already knew what was happening around the corner ten feet from me. And god damn the criess I heard tore at my soul. I don’t know when or why but I ended up turning the corner. It was then the smell and sights hit me like… like… My god, I expected to see something that would make me regret not turning around and walking away but what I saw… it… it.

In the back of the cave were a few relatively small piles of gems, jewels, scrap metals, and gold nuggets arranged in a rough circle, in the centre of that circle is a nest of about three eggs, or at least what remained of them. In front of that was a male dragon judging by his build. He was about therteen meters, (little more than forty-two feet,) long and both his legs were broken and spiked through into the ground. One of his wings was torn off at the second joint and seemed to be both burnt and infected. The other wing was discoloured, swollen, and had been bent in several unnatural angles. One arm was buried in the ground up to the elbow while the other was broken in several places and stretched over his neck to be nailed into the ground by two spikes of rock, preventing him from lifting his head. A metal spike was driven through his snout and into the ground to serve as further restraint and to muffle his cries of rage. His tail was jaggedly cut most of the way through and hung on by a flap of infected skin with the tip nailed into the ground to his right. His primary colour was green while his spines and wings, um, wing, was a light blue, and his green bloodshot eyes were fixed on the dragoness just a bit smaller than him being brutally raped in front of him. Her neck and arms were seemingly merged through one pillar and her legs were merged through another such that she was suspended sideways. There were two male dragons one in front of her which had a black and green colour scheme and one behind with an orange and blue colour scheme, both ramming furiously into her ass and pussy, a mixture of blood and semen flowing from both her abused holes. Her horse throat maintained her constant frantic crying as her eyes that were locked to the male nailed to the ground maintained a constant flow of tears.

My ‘eyes’ were drawn to a bit of movement in a branching corner of the cave that obscured most of the form around the bend leaving the upper fourth of her body exposed, if she hadn’t moved I honestly wouldn’t have noticed. Sitting off to the side was another female dragon at least six times the size of the others, her primary colour was a golden orange while her secondary was a deep sapphire blue, she had three pairs of horns that swept back and down her head. She seemed oblivious to the level of anguish permeating the cave, and then I noticed the expression on her face. She had a small smile plastered on as though she was sitting on her lawn happily watching her children frolicking about with each other, it was sickening. Just then the black and green dragon raping the restrained dragoness seemed to climax inside of her before pulling out, exposing and allowing her torn, bleeding and gaping pussy to release a short torrent of semen. The dragoness in the corner smiled even wider at that, her expression sickening to the core. I couldn’t fathom how any being could be that… that… callous. I'm no saint, but I don’t think I would have the heart to do any of what i was seeing. Pretty soon the other dragon finished inside of her before pulling out and exposing her gaping ass which was in even worse condition than her cunt. When they stopped I could see the relief on her face even though she never stopped bawling. Then there was a crunch it sounded like something… crushing... an egg.

All eye snapped to the larger dragoness, at her feet was a clutch of five eggs, and she was eating them. The restrained dragoness seemed to snap at that, her cries of anguish turning to screams of motherly instinct fuelled rage. The coulombs restraining her started to crack under her frantic rage fuelled thrashing, my eyes being briefly drawn to the fluids being forced from her ass and pussy with the tensing of her lower body. Even the two males who just had their way with her started to back away from her after one of them had his arm cut open by her trashing barbed tail. The larger dragon only widened her smile before slowly and deliberately crushing another egg between her teeth. At that point one of her legs had broken free and was frantically trying to gain perches to break her other limbs free. Another egg… Her head got out. Two more eggs… She’s free... She sprints the distance toward the last of her clutch before collapsing in front of the egg, blood staining the shell from the mother's headless body hitting the floor as the larger dragoness thoughtfully chews and swallows her catch. I watched the larger dragon pick up her headless body before running her tongue over it and cleaning off the semen before forcing it into her pussy distending her stomach, and busting through all her body’s barriers before eventually her tongue forced its way through what remained of her neck, bringing a mixture of faeces, organs, blood, and cum with it. After using her tongue to play with the corpse to the horror of everyone present she finally got bored and decided to eat it.

My mind was frozen and my eyes locked on the atrocity being committed in front of me. The first thought to rip its way through my mind was ‘that could be me nailed to the ground’ followed by ‘my god make it stop, somebody fucking do something’. At that point it hit me, this is the world I’m going to live in. Sure I knew that things like this and even worse happened back on earth, but I was never affected by it, there’s a decent chance you’re the same. I'm sure most of you are sitting at home right now, reading this on your computer and casting your down votes, not at all worried that someone will break into your home, break your limbs, nail you to the floor, and proceed to violently rape you’re lover in front of you while eating your children. I know for a fact most of you read this and feel such a situation is impossible in the modern world. But you forget, the world is a fucked place, if there’s some sick mother fucker twisted enough to think of it, then there’s a crazy bastard out there willing to try it, and not even 10% of the bad things that happen today make it onto the news, so you’re woefully ignorant of how the world is despite your age.

Looking back at the guy nailed to the floor he seems to have completely given up. At second glance it seemed as though the mail was not spared his mates faith. There were spots of white scattered across his body. After the golden dragoness finished her snack she sucked in a breath before releasing it in the restrained male’s direction. What came out of her mouth was most definitely not fire. A wave of brown spewed forth from her maw and seemed to grow in volume as it neared its target. On impact it splashed and flowed like water before hardening into solid rock and building up on itself. Turning her head to the last two dragons she spoke in the most calming and motherly voice you could imagine, sadly I couldn’t understand any of what she said. “” Turning to the still bleeding of the two her face took on an expression of concern, “” Hesitantly he approached, and when in her reach, faster than most could register, his upper body was trapped beneath her claw. His accomplice tried to flee but with a grabbing motion he was encased from the neck down in a sphere of earth. Turning her attention back to the being pinned under her claw she lifted him to her mouth by his limbs and proceeded to eat the wings off his back. While I held no sympathy for the bastard, I couldn’t help but cringe at his frantic screams and pleads for help and mercy that continued until she tore open his chest. When she was done with him, her attention turned to the black dragon encased in rock, he didn’t even bother to fight it. ‘Smart lad’ I thought idly, ‘she obviously enjoys watching them try to escape their suffering.’ With a jester of her arm his restraint was slid across the floor to her before falling apart. “” Crest just closed his eyes.