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                           Jake                            
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Jake
Not so long ago, in the gloomy town of Sunny Falls, ME, there once lived a handsome eighteen-year-old named Jake Arbor. Taking one look at Jake, you’d mistake him for a movie star or a pop icon. His smooth, boyish face, a gleaming smile, short black hair, tall, broad stature. You would think Jake had it all, but in fact, he had nothing.
He was only a junior, having failed the 7th grade when he was younger, and had to repeat it. He once had three friends, but lost them two of them to suicide. His mother wasn’t around much and his father was too busy with his new wife to pay any attention to him. He had a girlfriend a couple years ago who took his virginity, but she cheated on him a week later with his last remaining, living friend. Even Jake’s three cats, the closest things he could get to family, slowly died of unknown causes. One, by one, by one.
Everyone at school thought he was a bit of a freak as well. He was a brony, a male fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The ponies were the only thing keeping him going at this point. He only lived to see new episodes of the show and attend BronyCon in New York City every year. But now, in the summer of 2012, it was a dark time for every brony. Season two of the show was over and it would be three more months until episodes started again.
Jake had it worse, though. He had been arrested just a month ago for murder. He did not commit the crime. He wasn’t at the crime scene or even knew who the victim was. He knew he was being framed but couldn’t prove it to police, who were all but certain Jake was the perpetrator. Little did Jake know, a student at his high school was the actual killer who decided one night to kill a random old woman. The student thought it would be hilarious to frame Jake for the murder. Jake’s suffering was his entertainment. Because of this investigation, however, Jake had to remain in the state of Maine and could not attend BronyCon.
Jake was distraught. He refused to fall into a life of drug and alcohol abuse, but instead fell into a deep depression. He ate any food he could get his hands on. Most of the time he wasn’t hungry, or even like the taste of the food he was eating, but he kept on eating. A large snack every hour for 12 hours a day. Jake often wanted to cry about everything, but couldn’t. He just spent his time eating and watching old My Little Pony episodes on Netflix. He’d sometimes get headaches from, well, Jake couldn’t pinpoint what was actually causing them. Between the overeating and the lack of sleep and the extensive amount of TV, he didn’t know.
Jake was at his wits end. He wanted to die. He never did have the courage to kill himself the handful of other times he attempted, and now was no different. He just wished there was a completely painless or at least blissful way to die. He wanted to leave this world behind him. He didn’t know how many more episodes of Man Vs. Wild or Doctor Who he could take before he lost his mind completely. He wasn’t very religious, but he prayed to his goddess, Princess Celestia, a magical alicorn princess from the My Little Pony universe, for relief from this treacherous life.

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                         The Deal                          
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The Deal
Watching from another dimension, Celestia, who was most certainly alive and real, heard his cries for salvation. Her younger sister, Princess Luna, guardian of the night, stood beside her. “I come from a order of love and tranquility, dear sister, but this poor follower, there is nothing in my power I can do to help him,” Celestia said as she stared at the vision of the helpless Jake. “We are dimensions apart, and his faith is so weak that I don’t have enough power to cast any sort of magic upon him.”
Luna, also sensing the severity of Jake’s despair, spoke up. “I may be able to provide some assistance, sister. During my time as Nightmare Moon, I made many connections with strong unicorns gifted in the field of black magic. Black magic does not rely on faith and happiness to yield results. It simply requires pure brute strength. Although most techniques produce evil outcomes, there is one I know of that can bring him peace…but…” Luna paused. “What is it?” Celestia asked. Tears welled in Luna’s eyes. She turned her head away from her sister and said, “he would have to pay the ultimate price after the deed is done…his life.” Celestia took a moment to weigh the situation. “Perhaps, we should try it. It will pain me to loose such a great follower with so much potential in life. If only there was a way to make his death as pleasant as his last moments in life.” A long akward pause ensued, followed by a sudden gasp. Luna spoke. “I have a brilliant idea, sister!” “What is it?” Celestia asked. “You will see. I shall perpare to summon my old Demonata friend, Cadaver. He can help.”
Luna quickly drew a four foot by four foot chess board into the dirt and set up a row of candles along the full length of each side. Luna proceeded to take her Nightmare Moon form by using a little bit of her alicorn magic. “You may want to hide, sister. My Demonata ally’s don’t know I’ve reunited with you and it might jeopardize our efforts if they find out,” Luna said. Celestia took her sister’s advice and took cover in the nearby corridor surrounding their lair. Luna said a few magical incantations and the room grew suddenly dark. It was if the candles were making the room darker instead of brighter. Celestia watched, terrified, as the walls of their throne dripped red with blood. All the colors in the room went gray and suddenly the whole room was black and white, except for the red blood now falling upward on the wall. A pool of blood was also forming on the chess board Luna drew into the floor. It rose up, taking the form of a horrific creature. The blood dripped off of the demon and revealed its true form. The demon had long legs, four arms, leathery-looking skin, white eyes, long droopy ears, a face with the resemblance of a human crossed with a dog, and no mouth. The demon spoke telepathically to Luna.
“It’s been a long time my friend. fourty years if I recall correctly?” Cadaver said. “Fourty-two. It’s nice to see you again too, Cadaver.” Cadaver looked around at Luna’s setup. “What makes you bring me here?” he asked. “I need a favor,” Luna said. Cadaver took a few steps closer to Luna, obviously agitated about being interrupted to do a good deed for a friend.  
“And what would that be, Nightmare?”
Luna lead him over to the viewing pool where the vision of the young Jake Arbor, crying in his bed, amused Cadaver. He gave a deep, raspy, satisfied moan. “His anguish, tastes amazing,” the demon said. “I knew you would be pleased with it. However I brought you here to see if you could end his life happily, by offering him death by succubus.” The demon hissed at Luna. “Why would I do that when there’s so much suffering to eat? Why waste perfectly good food?” “Because I have a irresistible deal for you,” Luna said. She leaned forward and whispered her plan into Cadaver’s long droopy ears. Cadaver thought for a few moments about the offer. “No deal,” he said.
Luna had not anticipated this reaction. She had to think fast in order to save Jake’s soul. As Cadaver turned away to return to the chessboard and back to his universe, Luna threw her front legs up on Cadaver, tackling him. The demon turned around, facing the pony laying on top of him, and hissed. “What are you doing?!” Cadaver demanded. Luna shushed him with he hoof and proceeded to slowly, forcefully, grind him. Humping the demon, Luna could feel the demon’s meat quickly growing against her warm slit. Just when Luna felt the demon’s penis twitch, a sign that he was close to climax, she stopped. She slid down off the leathery monster’s skin, kissing him all the way down back to his genitals. Cadaver moaned with ecstasy. Celestia, still watching the entire event from the corridor, covered her mouth with her front hoof. She couldn’t believe the lustful acts her sister was committing, but she knew it was all to protect Jake. It was all done with good intentions.
Luna licked the creature’s shaft, up and down three times, before taking his entire cock in her mouth. She sucked up and down, up and down, swirling her tongue around the tip from time to time. The demon was lost in pleasure, cyring out with each thrust of his dick down Luna’s throat. While sucking, ever deeper each time, Luna used her magic to grab a hold of Cadaver’s testicles. She played with them tenderly for roughly twenty seconds. Cadaver was shaking, about ready to explode from the pleasure…then everything suddenly stopped. She pulled the monster’s penis out of her mouth, ceased all contact with him, and stood back up, towering over him. “You want all of me? Send Jake his succubus and agree to our deal,” she said as she grabbed Cadaver’s right hand and stuck his first two fingers inside her tight, wet cunt. “Do that, and all of this is yours.”
With that, she jerked the demon’s hands out of her vagina and walked away from him. “I’ll do it. You know, I can’t resist you. I never have been able to, my dear Nightmare Moon. You’re human will get a succubus sent to him tomorrow night, but first, I must probe his thoughts. I must find out what he finds to be the most attractive features in a woman,” Cadaver said. Luna walked over and kissed the demon. “Thank you, my friend,” She said. The demon nodded and walked back over to the chess board, where suddenly, he disappeared into a pool of blood.

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Warning
Back in Sunny Falls, Jake’s sadness had drained him. He was no longer crying, just laying motionless and tired in his bed. A few months ago, Jake decided to live with his mom at her apartment, despite her frequent absence.
Jake turned his head and looked around his room. There wasn’t much special about it. It was a pretty big bedroom. Jake estimated it was about sixteen feet by sixteen feet. There was an absence of a wall opposite the one his bed was up against that opened up into the kitchen and dining room. The furniture was like something out of an Ikea catalog in Jake’s room. The edges of every piece defined, sharp and blunt, all colored black. Stainless steel knobs on the dresser and nightstand as well as the white sheets and pillowcases on his bed were the only parts of the furniture colored differently. During the day, Jake’s room felt very nice to be in. The contrasting colors were eye candy to Jake. Night, however, was a different story. The darkness made the walls, bed sheets and pillows also turn black, and it felt as if he was sleeping in a gaping black hole. Jake couldn’t wait to wake up to a beautifully lit room again, so he thought it best to close his eyes and sleep.
Jake closed his eyes, and started drifting off when he felt someone poke him saying, “psst!” Jake slowly opened his eyes about halfway, too comfortable and tired to put much effort into making note of who was there poking him. The prodding continued. “Psst! Jake! Come on! Wake up!” A high-pitched girly voice whispered. Jake noticed he had heard this voice before, but it wasn’t that of his mom. Jake was now alarmed, but still too exhausted to do anything about it. “Oh for ponies sake!” the voice said in a normal volume, and then suddenly proceed to start violently shaking Jake. “WAAAAAAKKEEEEEEEE UPPPPPPPPP!!!!” The voice yelled. Jake was startled awake. “Oh hey! You’re awake!” The voice said happily. All Jake saw when he sat upright in his bed was a strange figure directly in front of him on his lap. It was too dark to make out what it was, so he turned to his nightstand and turned on his night lamp. When Jake looked back, he was shocked. He instantly recognized the voice and couldn’t believe who he saw, sitting there on his lap, right in front of him.
There was Pinkie Pie. THE living, breathing, Pinkie Pie. Jake’s mind exploded with questions, but between the excitement and the sheer amazement that this was actually happening, only one could escape his mouth. It wasn’t even the one he wanted to ask, but it somehow came out first. “Is this real?” Jake asked Pinkie. “Well, duh. I’m here, aren’t I?” Pinkie responded, making it sound like she showed up in the human world all the time.
As if she used her Pinkie Sense to predict Jake’s next question, Pinkie rapidly stated, “You see Twilight was walking by the Princess’s chambers and heard some kind of moaning sound and some weird wet noises so she went to check it out. She saw Luna in Nightmare Moon form and she was on top of some scary looking dog-like guy for a little while and after she got off him she started talking about you and then sent that creepy guy to get a succubus to come here and kill you. So that’s when Twilight told me about it and it made me so sad so I used my ability to travel between dimensions which I guess you humans call breaking the fourth wall or something and come here to warn you!”
Jake heard what Pinkie said, and was fearful for his life, but at that moment he could only think of one thing to do. He started crying harder than he had ever cried before in his life and wrapped his arms around the pink pony. Pinkie Pie was a little stunned at first, but then, proceeded to comfort Jake and wrap her hooves around him. “You’re real! You‘re here!” Jake managed to whimper through his sobbing. Pinkie rubbed his back like a caring mother, sad to see him crying, even tough she knew it was tears of joy.
After about three minutes of crying, Pinkie let go of Jake. “Hey,” she said, as she pushed Jake’s head up by his chin with her hoof. Jake stared into the pony’s blue eyes as she smiled slightly and said, “Smile for me. You know how happy it makes me when my friends smile.” No longer feeling alone, Jake, for the first time in years, cracked a REAL, not fake, smile. Pinkie smiled even wider at the sight of Jake’s smile.
Drying his tears, Jake said, “You’re serious? A succubus? Why would someone as kind as Luna want to kill me? This makes no sense!” “Have you asked Celestia to kill you?” Pinkie said, once again seemingly using her Pinkie Sense. Jake then recalled his prayer earlier that night to the Princess to end his life. “Oh my god,” Jake said as the realization hit him. “Maybe the princess heard you and thought a succubus would be a way for you to die happily. She probably did it to help you so you didn‘t have to suffer anymore,” Pinkie Pie deducted. This made Jake want to cry again, knowing the Princess heard his prayer and tried to help him, but the graveness of his situation sat with Jake even harder than the fact that Celestia was trying to end his suffering.
“Well, now that I know MLP characters are real, it changes everything! Pinkie, you’ve saved my life!” Jake exclaimed. Pinkie smiled again and said, “You’re welcome!” Her expression changed to worry. “But, I don’t think we can stop the succubus from coming. Luna sent the Demonata to get one for you, and from what Twilight told me, once the Demonata have a kill in their sights, they don’t stop for anything or anyone. We need to run! We need…”
Pinkie was interrupted by the sound of the front door being unlocked and opening. She turned to Jake, terrified. Jake had the same expression on his face. “Hide!” He frantically whispered to Pinkie Pie. While Jake heard the sound of the entrance hallway lightswitch flick on, Pinkie darted off Jake’s bed toward his closet shutters. When she reached it she realized, she had hooves and couldn’t open it! Jake quickly caught on and leaped out of bed with the sounds of high heels walking on the wood floor of the entrance hallway getting closer to the living room. He knew who it was instantly and knew he needed to hide Pinkie and get back in bed as fast as possible. Jake quickly opened the shutters of his closet for Pinkie and she scurried inside. When he closed the shutters, the sound of footsteps stopped. That either meant the person walking had stopped, or was now traversing the carpeted living room floor. Jake put his bet on the living room and bolted back for his bed. He sensed the presence getting ever closer as he hurried to get covered back up again. Jake quickly turned out his night lamp. Just as Jake laid down and pretended to be asleep, the figure entered the dining room just outside his bedroom. Jake felt the presence get closer and closer to his bed. Within about 10 seconds, the figure was knelt down beside him, looking at him. The person gently rubbed Jake’s shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. Jake knew this was his queue and faked waking up.
He opened the eyes to the gentle, warm, smiling face of his mother. She was on the old side of the mom spectrum. She was in her 50s, and had a few wrinkles here and there. A wide afro of curly, black, frilly hair topped her head. Jake’s mom also had a very thin, almost on the verge of bony, kind of structure. Every time he saw her, she reminded Jake of someone you’d see in some kind of New Age or hippie store browsing the incense or spiritual stones. She gave off that kind of vibe when she was in the room. However, she was a very professional woman and wasn’t anything like the presence she gave off, and Jake knew that all too well. It was still nice to see her nonetheless.
“Hi honey,” Ms. Arbor said to her son. “It’s 1:30 in the morning, mom. What are you doing here?” Jake’s mom seemed slightly frazzled, as if not expecting this question. She responded with, “Our client decided to drop out midway through the sale.” Jake sat up in his bed once again. “Damn. That sucks. Sorry, ma,” Jake said. Ms. Arbor was a traveling saleswoman, selling innovative technology to businesses all over the world. While it was uncommon for any of her clients to drop out midway through a sale negotiation, it had happened in the past at least a couple times. Jake didn’t think anything of it. Ms. Arbor smiled. “Oh its alright, hun. The company offered me a hotel to stay in but I said ‘To hell with that! I’m sleeping at my place tonight!’ Plus I wanted to talk to you about something in person,” Ms. Arbor said. “Yeah? What about?” Jake asked.
Well it’s been, what, three years since you had a girlfriend?” “Two,” Jake said. “Two years since you had a girlfriend, and I think you need to get back in the game,” Jake’s mom said. “Mommmmm.” Jake didn’t really want to have this lecture now. “I’m just sayin’ I know some old local clients who have pretty sexy lookin’ daughters and I still got their numbers in my phone! I can hook you up!” Ms. Arbor said with an upwards inflection. Jake rolled his eyes and laid back down. “Tell me sweetie, what do you like in a girl Like, what makes up your dream girl? I know so many different girls, I‘m almost certain that I know one you‘d like!” Reluctantly, Jake decided to answer his mom.
“Well,” Jake started, “I really like Hispanic women.” “Ooooh! Muy caliente!” Ms. Arbor said in a tone that Jake could not distinguish between intentional embarassment or belief that she was cool. “Hispanic women who are short, about five foot two or five foot one, with medium-length black hair and pink streaks. Also, brown almond shaped eyes with a little bit of eye shadow and eyeliner to make them stand out.” Jake’s mom awkwardly asked the next question. “Any…physical…sexual parts…that you’re attracted to?” “Mom!” Jake exclaimed, embarassed. “Just wanna make sure shes perfect for you, hun!” Ms. Arbor responded. Jake gave a long, agitated sigh, knowing his mom would not drop the subject until he answered an honest, truthful answer. “Big butts are nice, but not like ‘Oh my god she can crush a car with that ass’ kind of butt, just a nice, big, round one. And a double C cup, not too small, not too big. Just right. But, possibly the most important part, is she has to be tight. I mean REALLY tight. Like, 8-year-old tight.”
“Wow. What would you know. I know a 16-year-old girl EXACTLY like that. Her name is Alexi. Of course I wouldn’t know how tight she is, but other than that…” “Really?” Jake interrupted. “Yeah! I can have her here tomorrow night for you. Would you like that?” Ms. Arbor asked. “Would I?!” Jake responded. Not only was she the living version of Jake’s own imagination, but even her name, Alexi, was delectably sexy. His mom laughed. “Well then, I guess you’ve got a date!” Jake smiled. He had forgotten how awesome his mom was. When she was around, she always tried to make Jake happy by any means necessary.
“Let me just get my phone and I’ll text her father,” Ms. Arbor said. She reached in her pants pocket for her phone, but didn’t seem to find it. “Huh,” she said. “Must have fallen out of my pocket in the cab on my way here. Let me go look for it. He’s waiting outside. Be right back.” “Alright,” Jake responded. With that, Ms. Arbor kissed her son on his forehead, which was cold to the touch, and darted back out the front door.
Remembering the pink pony in his closet, Jake opened the shutters and let Pinkie Pie out. “Can you believe it, Pinkie?! I meet you and now I have a date with the hottest girl imaginable! Everything finally turning…” Pinkie looked absolutely scared to death. “What’s wrong, Pinkie?” Jake asked. “Jake, don’t you see? That wasn’t your mom. It was the Demonata Cadaver!” Jake laughed. “Pinkie, that’s ridiculous.” “If she was sleeping here tonight then why did she have a cab driver waiting for her outside?!” Pinkie yelled at Jake. The reality hit Jake like a ton of bricks. All the inconsistencies his mom showed during the conversation finally made sense. “And she wasn’t trying to set you up for a date. She, well, he, was gaining knowledge about your fantasies to design your succubus!!” Pinkie exclaimed. Jake now shared her look of terror. “Oh my god, I just gave him everything!” Jake said. Tears started to flow down Pinkie’s face. “Come on! We’ve gotta run! We’ve gotta get out of here!” she cried. “If the Demonata are as hell-bent as you say they are, where in the hell are we gonna hide?!” Jake asked.
“There’s a unicorn I know that’s used magic to live for thousands of years. He once lived in the time of the Demonata’s rule over the earth. His name is Kraff, and he’s a druid, with magic strong enough to vanquish the Demonata back to their universe. He lives in New York City. If we can get to him, he can save you, but we’ve got to run!” Pinkie said. “All the way to New York?” Jake asked in disbeief. “It’s our only option! Now let’s GO!” Pinkie shouted at Jake. “We can’t go out the front. He’ll see us if we do,” Jake said. He left his bedroom in search of an alternate escape route. After a few rampant trips around the house, he spotted a fire escape that led to the back of the building. “There!” he shouted to Pinkie. Jake opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape, Pinkie Pie close behind him. The pony hopped on Jake’s back and held on as Jake made his way down the ladder. Upon reaching the bottom, Jake and Pinkie ran, faster than either of them had before, away from the building.
Meanwhile, at the front of the building, Cadaver, still in disguise as Ms. Arbor, entered the back seat of the cab waiting outside. “I have what I need, my lord. Let us go home. We have work to do.” A six-armed creature with pale red skin and a baseball cap took firm hold of the steering wheel and drove down the street, quickly making the cab disappear in thin air.

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The Travelers
After about 5 miles of running, Pinkie and Jake figured they were far enough away from the apartment to slow down and casually walk down Interstate 95. The interstate was pretty quiet. Not many people came up as far as the area that Sunny Falls resided in. Only people Jake had ever seen on this road were tourists headed into Canada from all over the New England area.
There hadn’t been a single car the whole time he was with Pinkie, but suddenly, Jake heard the sound of an engine over the horizon. He looked up and saw a small family sedan in the distance and stopped dead in his tracks. Realizing that a passerby spotting the talking pink pony with him could cause worldwide panic, or even worse, involvent from the government, Jake panicked trying to find a place to hide her. With the fear of Pinkie being captured by the CIA and having all kinds of experiments and tests run on her becoming more and more a reality as the car sped towards them, Jake saw no way out. Pinkie carelessly and happily skipped forward, with a wide smile on her face. Jake’s only hope at keeping Pinkie from being seen was for her to get behind him. He darted in front of the pony as he saw the car approach close enough to see that it was a mid-2000s Honda Civic with a green Vermont license plate on the front bumper. Jake was happy that it wasn’t a cop. As the car came closer, it slowed down. The driver obviously saw Jake and was curious as to why he was walking down the highway. Jake took a big gulp as the silver Honda pulled up and stopped beside him. The driver rolled down his window and Jake finally got a glimpse of the person filling him with terror for the past minute and a half.
The driver looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s. He was skinny, average height, and light in complexion. His hair was brown and curly and he had a happy yet somewhat kooky and geeky demeanor. On his red shirt there was a crude, chaotic, pencil-drawn design of a stick figure with glasses. The tattoo of a child’s rendition of a wizard casting a spell on his right arm confirmed Jake’s suspicion that he was indeed geeky. The driver also wore light brown, almost tan, khaki shorts and a differently colored Converse shoe on each foot; one purple, one blue.
“Hi,” the driver said. “Are you, lost or something?” Jake hadn’t prepared a response for this situation. He couldn’t tell the man that he was running from a succubus that was going to kill him and a demon that was going to eat his dead flesh. That would just get him a one way trip to the nuthouse, making it that much easier for the Demonata to catch up. Before Jake could respond, Pinkie popped out from behind him suddenly and responded for him. “Hi!” Pinkie said to the driver as she waved frantically at the man in the Honda. Jake just stood in shock. He couldn’t believe that Pinkie just threw herself out there at a stranger like that. Well, then again, what should he have expected. She’s Pinkie Pie, the most random pony in all of Equestria. Jake’s worst fears were running through his head and it seemed like time slowed down for a moment. Jake felt his heart skip a couple beats at the thought of losing Pinkie to a SWAT team with tear gas and M16s. The drivers response stunned Jake even more than he could have anticipated, though.
“Pinkie! It’s been too long!” the driver said. Jake just stood there, dazed and confused, his gaze darting between Pinkie Pie and the Honda driver, unable to process the event transpiring. The driver got out of his car, knelt down, and hugged Pinkie. “I know! Were ya surprised?! Were ya?! Were ya?!” Pinkie asked frantically as she jumped around the man. “Indeed I was!” the driver responded. Pinkie took her place beside the stranger and turned to Jake, realizing an explanation was needed before Jake’s brain melted. “Jake, this is Chris. I met him when he was just a little younger than you!”
Chris reached his hand out to Jake for a handshake, which Jake returned his own with, and then proceeded to continue the story of his relationship with Pinkie. “Twilight Sparkle came to me when I was about fifteen and told me about the Demonata and their plans to take over Brattleboro. She brought me back to Ponyville to connect with the Royal Equestrian Army to plan an defense strategy and to keep me safe from Lord Loss. While in Ponyville, I met Pinkie. I havn’t seen her since the day I left with Twilight to save Brattleboro. I guess fate wanted us to meet again, huh Pinkie.” “Mhmm!” Pinkie said with a smile. Everything made sense to Jake now and he was actually able to move. “Ok, but I just have one question. Who is Lord Loss?” Pinkie and Chris looked at each other with obvious signs of fear. It looked like Jake had unleashed memories in Pinkie’s mind that she wasn’t comfortable talking about, so Chris was the one who ultimately decided to answer the question. “He’s the leader of the Demonata. His power is equivalent to, or maybe even greater than that of the Lucifer that the bible talks of. He’s one of the most frightening creatures you will ever see. Pale red skin that cracks and bleeds profusely whenever he twists it. Six arms, and no legs. He just, kinda hovers. Like a ghost. I hope you never have to see him because if you do, he will haunt you for years. It took me 15 years to come to terms with my encounter with him.”
Jake now understood why Pinkie didn’t want to talk about Lord Loss, but it seemed Chris now had some questions of his own. “So what are you two doing out here?” Jake now felt comfortable telling the truth. “I made a stupid request for Celestia to kill me and now, long story short, Cadaver is designing a succubus to come hunt me down, seduce me, and kill me.” “We were headed to see if Kraff could help!” Pinkie responded as she trotted back over to Jake. “And you’re planning on walking there?” Chris asked. “I know seemed a bit ridiculous to me too,” Jake mumbled under his breath. “Well, I was on my way to see a Strokes concert in Quebec but, to hell with it. We’ve got demons to stop! Hop in!” Chris opened up the door to his Civic and got behind the wheel. Soon after, Jake opened up the backseat door on the left side for Pinkie. “After you, Pinkamina Diane Pie,” Jake said to the pony as he ushered her in with an inviting, gentleman-like arm gesture. The pony skipped over to the door and hopped inside. Jake followed suit and shut the door behind him. “Hang on! This is gonna be like something straight out of The Fast and the Furious! Chris floored the gas and took off down I-95. When he reached about eighty miles per hour, he stepped off the gas and rapidly jerked the emergency brake into place while making a hard left with the steering wheel, causing the car to start power sliding. Pinkie and Jake held on to each other screaming but, they were also smiling. Looking in his rearview, Chris could tell they were having fun. When the car had spun about one hundred and ten degrees, Chris turned off the emergency break and floored the gas again, causing the car’s momentum to make it slide another seventy degrees and face the direction it had been coming from. With the gas still floored, the Honda sped down the highway with Jake and Pinkie laughing in the backseat. They were on their way to New York City.

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Confessions
After almost 4 hours of driving, Chris decided to take a break from driving and stop at John Cove in Cape Elizabeth, ME. He figured the fresh air would do them all good. Pinkie being quiet in the backseat was the wake up call that made Chris stop here in the first place. They had stopped at an Arby’s in south Portland just several minutes ago, but didn’t have a chance to eat. Pinkie Pie was almost spotted by a customer in the drive-thru behind them, so as soon as the three of them got their food, they sped off toward the cape. They were just now starting to enjoy their meal. Jake had a bacon cheeseburger, his favorite. Chris had a chicken sandwich. Pinkie Pie, being a pony, had a salad with carrot and apple slice toppings. Looking around at his friends, Chris smiled as he watched Jake and Pinkie carelessly play with their food. Pinkie Pie fell over laughing when Jake turned his cheeseburger into a talking sandwich with a Australian accent.
An hour or so later, the food was devoured. Jake took Chris’s car into Portland to get some supplies. They would need lots of survival gear if they were going to make it to New York alive. Now, it was just Chris and Pinkie. The old friends sat next to each other, staring at the waves of Atlantic Ocean crash against the coastline. It was so peaceful here. The closest house was just down the beach, but Cape Elizabeth was known as a beautiful, relaxing, peaceful retirement destination. Only old couples lived in this sleepy little town. When you were on the beach, it felt as though there were no people for miles.
“Wow,” Pinkie said at she stared at the horizon, eyes fixed on the sunset and the immense vastness of the open sea. “I know, right? I would love to get a house out here. Maybe build one right here on the ledge up there by this very spot just so I could stare out at this every evening.” Chris replied softly. Suddenly for whatever reason, the social atmosphere between the two friends grew oddly dark. An awkward silence ensued. Chris was the one who ultimately decided to break the ice. “You could have came to visit.” Not sure how to respond at first, Pinkie also took a few moments to think out how she was to proceed with the conversation. “I was busy…with my friends…back in Equestria,” she said. Chris looked at her. “What about me? Wasn’t I your friend too?” Instinctively, without even thinking before she said it, Pinkie Pie shouted, “You were more!” “What does that even mean?” Chris asked, agitated.
Pinkie Pie had been dreading this moment. There was a more intense reason she had not seen Chris in 16 years. She was cornered. She had no choice but to confess. “You were more than a friend to me…much more.” That was the best she could do, but it somehow sufficed. Chris finally understood. A few seconds later, Pinkie mustered more courage to give a more detailed explanation. “You were the first person to like me for me, and not for my parties. At that party 16 years ago, you weren’t using me to hook up with some other mare like everypony else does, you used it to hook up with me. You wanted me.” Pinkie started to cry. Chris couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or sadness. He bent down slightly and hugged the sobbing pink pony regardless. Pinkie Pie managed to find a voice through her tears. “I knew we wouldn’t have a future together. You’re a human, I’m a pony. If you and I were together, I’d be shunned from Equestria and everyone here would call you crazy and probably lock you up if you told them you were dating a pink pony. Or worse, have the government lock me up and do experiments on me if they saw me. It wouldn’t work, but I never had the courage to tell you goodbye. I didn’t want to. I’m sorry. I’m so…”
Pinkie Pie was interrupted by Chris’s sudden and passionate kiss upon her lips, his eyes closed. Pinkie closed her eyes as well and lost herself in the moment. The sunset lit the sky with a orange-yellow glaze, and Pinkie could feel that very heat inside her own heart. The kiss disconnected, and the two cuddled next to each other, faces close, breathing heavily. The heat from Chris’s breath stroked by the pony’s coat and intensified every feeling, including the rising arousal she was feeling from this magical moment. Pinkie took the next step. She pulled Chris closer to her and started to make out with him. Kiss after kiss, tongues swirling in complete ecstasy. Pinkie slowly descended backward on the sand and wrapped her hind legs around Chris waist. Chris’s hands caressed Pinkie’s sides slowly, and she moaned while still not breaking their kiss. The pony was positioned too high of Chris’s crotch to feel his penis growing, and it took the sight of Chris rubbing the bulge in his jeans for Pinkie to realize what he wanted from her. Pinkie Pie broke their make out session and released Chris from her legs. Before she could give her word of concent, Chris kissed a sweet spot on Pinkie’s neck she didn’t even realize she had, but it sent tingles throughout her body. She motioned Chris off her by pushing him up with her hoof and closing her legs. Chris now stood up, towering over the pink pony that was panting due to adrenaline and pleasure.
In a moment that Chris could only compare to how Neil Armstrong must have felt by being the first man on the moon as he took the first step upon its surface, Pinkie opened her legs again, staring right into Chris’s eyes. “Take me,” She said. “Take me right here.” Chris needed no other incentives. Taking off his shirt, then his belt, followed by his jeans, socks, underwear, Pinkie gave a sexy, satisfied and excited glare at him through it all. If Pinkie had fingers, she would have motioned him closer in a more successful gesture, but she didn’t care. She tried mimicking the move the best she could with her hooves. The nude Chris made his way over to the dripping wet, eagerly awaiting, pink pony. Chris had only dreamed of this moment. Now was his chance. He was gonna play it out just like in his wildest fantasies.
Chris got on top of the pony again and kissed her, exchanged hot, romantic breaths, and then worked his way down. Chris kissed Pinkie’s sweet spot on her neck again, causing the already fully aroused pony to shiver at the tingles, now even more intense, coursing through her body. Chris kissed down the mare’s body inch by inch. The feeling of Chris’s saliva on Pinkie’s coat was heightened for Pinkie, as if she was on some kind of psychedelic drug. Something about his wet kiss marks remaining on her body made her even wetter. Upon reaching Pinkie’s hip, Chris found another sweet spot. This one was so intense, Pinkie noticeably quivered and even squirted just a little bit. Pinkie’s womanhood was now completely soaked. Chris separated her lips with his fingers and swirled his wet tounge around her clit. Pinkie ground her hooves into the sound and moaned loudly. “You’re so unbelievably wet,” Chris managed to say between licks. “Uhhuhhhh,” Pinkie moaned in reponse. While tickling her clit, Chris thought of something he could do he was certain no stallion in Equestria could do. Chris proceeded to stick two fingers into Pinkie Pie’s pink pussy. Pinkie screamed out in pleasure. He pushed his fingers in and out of Pinkie’s cunt. The pony cried out with every thrust. Pinkie’s moans turned Chris on even more. He stick his tounge inside the pony’s vagina. The rumors were true. It did taste just like cotton candy. With all three of Chris’s body parts inside her tight pussy, Pinkie shook uncontrollably, about ready to loose it and orgasm hard, squirting all over Chris’s face. She didn’t think he would like either of those things to happen, so against all her body’s natural signals to let him keep going, she managed to raise a hoof and push the man off of her.
The finger and tounge fucking ceased and Chris stood up again. Pinkie also stood up and presented her face in front of Chris’s solid, eight-inch cock. She licked the shaft from the base to the tip and Chris moaned softly. Pinkie being able to stand on all fours to lick Chris’s hard dick, Chris was able to hold the pony’s midsection in both hands. Chris had never tried this position before with anyone, and he imagined that it couldn’t feel better with anyone else than it did with Pinkie Pie. Human girls would have to get on their knees to do this, but Pinkie was short enough where she could stand up, on all fours, and play with Chris’s penis. The sensation was unlike anything Chris could have imagined. Pinkie then took the meat in her mouth, licking around it as she started bobbing her neck back and fourth and sucking on it. “Ooooooohhhh shittttt!” Chris moaned as he felt his cock grow harder on Pinkie Pie’s wet tounge. Upon feeling Chris grow inside her, Pinkie had an idea. She stopped sucking and took the dong out of her mouth just for a moment to say, “Fuck my mouth, Chris.” The pony took the dick back in her saliva-drenched mouth again, but this time remained motionless, looking up at Chris with trusting, big, blue eyes. Chris used his grip on the mare’s midsection to thrust her toward him, his meat pushing into Pinkie’s mouth and at the back of her throat. Pinkie gagged slightly.
Chris always hated to watch women gag when he did this sort of thing. The sounds made it seem like he was hurting the girl when she made them. It was often a turn off. However, when Pinkie did it, it was graceful, and looked like it was virtually painless to the pony. He could sense complete and utter love in the sound she made when she gagged. It sent a message to Chris that she liked to have this done to her by him, and no one else. For once, deep throating felt not kinky and gross to Chris, but instead it felt like a romantic moment shared between them.
Chris decided he would keep deep throating the pony until she showed signs of discomfort. He shoved his cock down Pinkie’s throat and kept it there, curious to see how long she actually liked his dick down her throat. He counted as he felt Pinkie’s gag reflexes made her throat muscles constrict around his penis. It was a full 8 seconds before Pinkie squinted in discomfort. Chris knew that was a sign to stop and he pulled out immediately. Even after being practically choked for 8 seconds by a big eight-inch cock, Pinkie smiled immediately after Chris relived her from being choked, like she wanted more. Chris was amazed. This pony really loved him if she smiled for more even after all that. The fire between them was hotter than ever. While Chris realized that he could continue deep throating the horny mare if he wanted, the passion of the moment made him want to give her everything. He could tell Pinkie Pie felt the same.
Pinkie licked Chris’s shaft once more, circling her tongue around the tip just once. Chris’s manhood twitched in pleasure. Pinkie laid back down on the sand again and opened her legs. Her wet vagina shined in the light of the setting sun, calling to Chris. The human got down on his knees and crawled toward the waiting pony. Upon reaching her, he lined his penis up with her pussy. He then stared into the mare’s eyes and said, “I love you, Pinkamina Diane Pie.” “I love you too, Christopher Sheppard. Make love to me.” Pinkie Pie responded. With that, Chris pushed inside Pinkie Pie. The sensation was indescribable. The couple moaned in unison, loud enough where if the old couple down the beach were awake, they would defiantly hear their intimate moment. Chris was only able to push a little more than halfway into the pony’s warm, wet womanhood before her cervix stopped him. When he hit it, Pinkie screamed in pleasure. “YES! CHRIS! OH CELESTIA RIGHT THERE!” She belted at the top of her lungs. Chris loved it when he made girls scream like this, and the fact that this girl was his true love, Pinkie Pie, made it all the sweeter. Chris continued to thrust in and out of the pony‘s tight cunt, panting with each inward push. Pinkie continued to scream with each slam of Chris’s cock against her cervix.
Chris knew he could go further if he pushed hard enough. Once again, he didn’t want to hurt his friend. Pinkie also, once again, seemingly used her Pinkie Sense. “ALL THE WAY! I WANT ALL OF YOU INSIDE ME!!! FUCK ME AS DEEP AS YOU CAN! OH, CHRIS!!!” That was all the notification he needed and shoved all eight inches of his rock hard meat into Pinkie Pie’s vagina, breaking through her cervix. Pinkie let out a ear-ringing scream of both ecstasy and pain. Chris now thrusted all the way each time he pushed inside the pony, pushing past her cervix each time. It was obvious to Chris that Pinkie’s desire for him to cause her this pain was just a great as her love for him. She longed for it so much.
Both Chris and Pinkie Pie were close to climax when Chris though about trying a new position. He pulled out of Pinkie Pie and had her stand up again, then lower the front half of her warm body down in the sand, leaving her glorious flank in the air. Chris grabbed Pinkie’s flank and spanked it. “OOOOooo!” Pinkie exclaimed in delight. Chris put both hands on the mare’s flank again and lined his dick up with his partner’s dripping-wet pussy. He used his grip on Pinkie’s ass to thrust just as far as before, breaking through Pinkie’s cervix with each thrust. “OH MY FUCKING CELESTIA! I’M GONNA CUM!” Pinkie Pie yelled. Chris moaned loudly at the sound of that. “ME TOO!” he responded. “CUM INSIDE ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!” Pinkie said. Chris went faster and faster, faster and faster, panting ever harder with each thrust, until he heard a loud squeal from the mare he was loving. Pinkie reached her orgasm, no longer able to contain the love juices inside her, and she squirted them all over Chris’s huge hard cock. Both the squeal and the drenching of his dick in Pinkie’s juices was too much for Chris and he could no longer restrain himself either. Chris’s penis opened up and filled Pinkie Pie full of semen. Pinkie moaned as she felt the cum shoot inside her with the pressure of a water gun.
Pinkie and Chris collapsed onto the sand from the ecstasy immediately after. The human and the pony cuddled together, Chris’s semi-hard cock resting on the inside of Pinkie’s right leg, still slowly spilling semen over it. The two just held each other and stared into each other’s eyes for several minutes, saying nothing, and just panting. After they had rested from their lovemaking session, they just layed there for another hour. Chris still naked, Pinkie’s vagina filled with cum while more cum still coated her leg. They just layed there in each other’s embrace, saying nothing.

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It was the sound of Chris’s approaching Civic that snapped the two lovers out of their trance after they had cuddled for a little over an hour. Chris rushed to get his underwear and pants back on before Jake appeared over the sandbank and he had to explain the whole situation. With no time to get fully dressed, Chris threw on his underwear and shorts, leaving everything else off. He could chalk the sweat up to a jog around the beach if he had to.
“I didn’t know how much ammo to get so I just cleaned out their stock,” Jake said, appearing over the sandbank with a double barrel shotgun resting on his right shoulder. Chris had gotten dressed just in time and his pony partner stood up as well. Chris couldn‘t help but chuckle slightly at the sight of Pinkie clenching her flank muscles, trying to keep any excess semen from dripping out. “Oh, and I got Devil’s Food Cakes,” Jake added as he turned around and proceeded back to the Civic. The three companions knew it was now time to continue their quest south.
A few hours later, the crew decided the quickest route to New York City would be to switch over to I-495 in Massachusetts. Shortly after veering off onto the correct exit, they arrived in Lowell, MA. It was now roughly 1:30 in the morning and, although still fearful for their lives, they had no choice but to stop at the local Courtyard Hotel. They would pick up their trek in the morning. Upon pulling up to the hotel parking lot, Chris suddenly freaked out, appearing agitated, and slapped the dashboard hard. Everyone quickly became alarmingly concerned. “What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked reluctantly. It had been a rough night for all of them. Taking a sudden road trip with no real plans about how to manage it and only having the knowledge of where you were going was hard enough, but on top of that they had demons chasing them. Everyone was tired, upset, and pretty miserable.
“How the fuck are we gonna get Pinkie in there?” Chris asked in an angry tone. Pinkie frowned realzing she was causing not only Jake trouble, but Chris as well. Pinkie knew that Jake’s situation was more desperate than her romance with Chris, but Pinkie loved Chris and it hurt her more to see how agitated he was compared to how sad she felt seeing Jake upset. Jake appeared calm and collected though. “Bro, I’ve got it covered,” he said and he reached back to the backseat to pull out a large, fluorescent green costume. “I don’t get it,” Chris bluntly stated. “Well it occurred to me that we need to disguise Pinkie at some point, but I knew a dog costume or a human disguise wouldn’t work. People would see her face or pony body no matter what she wore and it would cause some problematic questions. But, then I saw this Greenman suit for dogs. You know, those full body spandex suits that you always see people wearing to, like, hockey games and stuff?” Jake said. “Yeah,” Chris replied, still not seeing the solution to the problem at hand. “All we have to do is flatten Pinkie’s mane and stick her tail between her legs. The spandex will cover everything, and people will think she’s a dog,” Jake continued. “But wouldn’t people then question why the hell a dog is in a greenman suit in a hotel?” Jake felt empowered to answer this question, sensing Chris’s arrogance kicking in and knowing that Chris thought he pointed out a major flaw in this plan. “I came across that problem too. However, we can take care of that with a bit of acting. We simply say that she had a terrible accident in a fire and so as not to scare the general public with her obscene body, we keep her in the suit.” “That is so dumb, it just might work,” Chris started. He paused, and then pointed out another problem. “They don’t allow pets in the hotel rooms. How are we gonna get her in there with us? We can’t keep her chained up in the lobby or outside all night,” Chris responded. Jake reached back to the trunk again to grab a guide dog harness and a pair of darkly-shaded sunglasses. Jake put on the glasses and replied, “Guide dog.”
Chris was thoroughly impressed, and Pinkie seemed excited to try this idea. The two travelers then proceeded to get the pink pony into costume. “Okay Pinkie, I know this is gonna be hard for you, but when we’re around other people in this suit, you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT TALK,” Jake said as he stuffed the pony’s tail in between her legs. The mare shuttered a slight bit. The fluffiness of her tail felt good against her vagina. Pinkie had never thought to try this form of self-pleasure before. It wasn’t a normal thing for even talking ponies to do, but she liked it. Lost in this brief moment of sexual rush, Pinkie abandoned her usual, ecstatic, giddy response and simply replied with an sensual, “Okay.” As the suit stretched around her, Pinkie’s tail became tightly wedged between her lips. Pinkie loved the sensation but didn’t want to embarrass herself by crying out in pleasure or even worse, getting noticed by another human. After the suit was completely on, mask and all, Pinkie tried walking out of the backseat of the Civic, which was even more pleasurable than getting the suit on. Her tail tightly squirmed back and fourth between her pussy lips with each step. She almost collapsed when she touched the parking lot pavement from the intensity of the orgasmic feelings she was having. She felt her cunt moisten just a tiny bit, which scared her. It would be hard enough for Chris and Jake to explain her current attire to the person waiting inside. Now was not the time to soak the backside of her suit in her love juices.
It took every ounce of womanly strength inside her to fight the urges of her pussy getting wet, which did help her not talk at all when she approached the young woman working the lobby inside the hotel. Pinkie got such a thrill out of being in this suit. It was almost like some kind of sexual torture game. Although the circumstances for why she was doing it now was far from a game, she would have to remember to do this again later when she had some alone time with Chris.
The woman working at the hotel’s lobby desk looked about the same age as Jake, maybe only a couple years older. She had a relatively slim body, official Courtyard Hotel employee suit, a beautiful face, and blonde hair tied up into a ponytail with a pink hair tie in the back. Pinkie looked up at the two boys as they approached the woman. They didn’t look at all interested in her. Pinkie deducted that the only thing keeping them from ogling her was the complete lack of cleavage and breast curvature that her outfit had. Pinkie was okay with this.
While Chris paid for the room, the employee said nothing about the “guard dog” they had brought in, but did give it a few awkward stares. The group turned to their right and stood towards the closest elevator. Chris pressed the button to ascend to their room, number thirty six. Chris found the number to be kind of ironic, considering how three was the number of the holy trinity and six was the number of the devil. It was even more ironic when Chris thought about how pairing the two numbers together kind of represented their struggle against the evil forces of the Demonata. Upon entering the elevator, Pinkie’s bright pink tail was slightly noticed through the tail hole of the Greenman suit by the girl at the lobby desk. The employee just looked confused as Pinkie and the other two men trotted into the elevator, turned around, and show no emotion as the doors closed in front of them.
Upon reaching their room, the gang could do nothing except prepare for bed. They were exhausted to the bone. The only thing they managed to do before hitting the sack and passing out was help Pinkie out of her costume. Pinkie decided to sleep with Jake that night. She didn’t need to explain why to Chris. Both of them completely understood. The pony was Jake’s guardian angel, and he would not feel safe unless she was by his side. That was more important to both of them than their now blazing desire for each other. Jake had to be kept safe. Jake immediately fell asleep upon hitting his head against the pillow. Chris and Pinkie stared at each other smiling for a moment after laying down, and then the room went dark. It was time for some much deserved sleep.
Pinkie was the first one to wake up. She checked the clock. It was 10:30 in the morning. Pinkie opened one of the group’s duffle bags of supplies, found some food, and made herself a little breakfast. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot. The air smelled fresh and pure. If there ever was a textbook case of nice weather, this was it. There were even birds on their room’s patio railing.
One in particular caught Pinkie’s attention. It was tan in color, with an abnormally large beak. Other than that, it looked quite normal at a glace. The pink pony approached the bird curiously. She wasn’t as good with animals as her friend Fluttershy was, but she’d try talking to the bird.
“Hi!” Pinkie said excitedly but quietly, as to not wake the boys. “I’m Pinkie Pie! What’s your name?” The bird sent no response. Not even a inch of movement. Only after a few moments did the pony realized that no animals could really talk in this world. Pinkie frowned, staring at the motionless bird. Then slowly, the bird began to turn its head toward the pony. Pinkie inched closer to see if was really about to communicate with her. She was shocked at what she saw.
Pinkie was soon glairing into two empty, human-like eye sockets. The bird’s beak was filled with razor sharp teeth, almost resembling those of a crocodile. It had a bony structure and leathery skin that showed its pulsing veins and arteries. It’s wings looked bat-like. While staring into the creatures’ eyes, it magically grew in size. Pinkie backed up and stared in horror as the bird expanded to about six feet tall with a fourteen foot wingspan. It walked on two, human-like legs.
Pinkie screamed. The loud noise instantly woke up both Jake and Chris, who shot up in their beds, and also noticed the terrifying creature making it’s way into their hotel room. The creature twitched it’s head in Jake’s direction. “Sweet Celestia!” Jake cried in fear. “Jake Arbor,” the creature said in a deep, sinister voice. “You have something my master needs; something on your mind.” “What do you want for me?” Jake asked, terrified. “Oh, come now, Jake. You should be happy! Your dream girl is almost complete. We just need one final touch to make her perfect: a copy of your memories!” The creature hissed.
Chris had managed to sneak behind the creature, and suddenly, smashed a nearby porcelain lamp over it’s head. “RUN!” Chris screamed at the gang. Jake and Pinkie bolted out the door full speed. While the monster was trying to recover from his injury, Chris ripped the flat screen TV in their room from the wall and slammed that on the creature’s head as well, striking it to the ground. Using this chance, Chris also escaped the room and caught up to the others who were dashing down the hallway.
“What about Pinkie’s disguise?!” Jake yelled to Chris as he ran. “Forget it! Just keep running!” Chris replied. A few seconds later, the monster had recovered from its fall and growled. The creature flapped its wings and exited the room through the patio, soaring above the hotel. The gang took the stairs down to the lobby, figuring it would be a quicker route. They darted past the employee at the desk, the same one they had encountered the night before. The employee dropped her jaw upon seeing the brightly colored pony and the clearly un-handicapped Jake running through the lobby. Chris wasn’t too worried about this girl seeing Pinkie Pie’s true form. If she reported it, everyone would call her crazy anyway.
Chris, Jake, and Pinkie Pie quickly reached their car parked in the parking lot. Chris was fumbling with the keys trying to unlock the vehicle when Jake noticed the demonic bird, perched on the roof of the hotel. Chris finally got the car unlocked after several seconds of frantic key searching, through the key into the ignition and started the car. The monster spread it’s wings, preparing to take off after them. Chris wasted no time and slammed on the gas, tearing out of the parking lot. The beast squealed and leaped off the roof, and proceed to chase them down the road
Speeding down Route 3, Chris weaved in and out of traffic, praying that a highway patrol car would not by hiding nearby. In his rearview, Chris saw the creature flying only a few car lengths behind and close to the ground. It opened it’s mouth to show its sharp teeth and let out a blood-curdling shriek. Unsure if he could outrun the creature, Chris turned to Jake in the seat next to him. “Jake! There’s an ACR 6.8 in the bag beside Pinkie! Take it and try to fit through the sunroof! Shoot it down!” he yelled at his partner riding shotgun. “Okay!” Jake yelled back.
Pinkie decided to help Jake and retrieved the assault rifle for him. Chris opened the sunroof of his Civic and held Jake’s shirt as he balanced himself out the sun roof. During this highway battle, the gang had been too busy to turn down Chris‘s mixtape playing in his car CD player. “Aligator Blood ” by Bring Me The Horizon came over the car’s speakers and Pinkie perked up. “Ooh! This is my jam!” Pinkie turned up the car’s stereo to maximum. As much as Jake hated to admit it, this was a pretty badass soundtrack to their current situation.
Jake took aim at the demon bird and fired several rounds, missing his target with all of them. Fellow motorists swerved and slid to a halt upon hearing the gunshots. Chris really had to put his countless hours of racing video game knowledge to the test to refrain from crashing. Pinkie, no longer afraid of their situation, was dancing and singing to the rock song in the backseat. Jake took aim a second time and fired five more rounds, a couple of which grazed other cars. The creature opened it’s mouth wide and screached, obviously struggling to keep up with the speeding Civic, which was no going in excess of over one hundred miles per hour.
Suddenly, Chris hit a pot hole in the highway and lost control of his car! Chris almost hit a red mini van, but managed to steer out of the way just in time. However, this little mistake caused the monster to catch up! The monster was now hovering right over the Civic. “Oh shit!” Jake exclaimed and ducked back down inside the vehicle. The monster used its strong, talons to grip the roof of the car through the sunroof. Then, the bird proceeded to fly upwards, lifting the car off the ground! Pinkie was no longer having any more fun, and was now screaming along with Chris and Jake as the beast lifted them about thirty five feet in the air. Chris decided he’d close the sunroof to pinch the beast’s talons and force it to let go. The sunroof closed over the creature’s feet and it let out a huge squeal of pain, letting go of the car. Chris had forgotten in the heat of the moment, however, that they were still in the air! The car rocketed down towards the highway.
Luckly all the other cars on the highway had stopped a couple of miles back due to the commotion, so there were no cars on the highway behind them. Highway patrol had also caught wind of the chase and had blocked off the highway several miles ahead and had prepared a spike strip to slow down the people they thought were terrorists. With one last ditch effort to save everyone’s life, with only seconds to spare, Chris reached back, unhooked Pinkie’s seatbelt, swung her in front of him, shielded her with his own body, and then tripped the airbags for both Jake and himself.
SMASH! The car’s right side smashed flat against the asphalt and barrel rolled towards the right side of the highway. Thankfully the other flips were on soft patches of grass and it helped cushion the car a bit. After seven total flips, the Civic landed on it’s wheels. Chris had some bad bruises and cuts, but was otherwise fine. He was more concerned about Jake and Pinkie, however, and proceeded to check on them. Pinkie awoke from unconsciousness a couple seconds later. She was dirty, but completely unharmed, thanks to Chris shielding her with his body and airbag. Jake was breathing as well, but unconcious and severely injured. It seemed Jake had dislocated his shoulder. Pinkie turned her head towards Jake and gagged at the sight of his right shoulder blade resting behind his back. Pinkie then turned back to Chris, making sure he was okay for herself. Realizing he was fine, the two shared a deep, passionate kiss.
Chris managed to get the driver side door open and Pinkie Pie and he climbed out. Both were amazed that not a single bone was broken. “I guess the Princess is looking out for us, huh Pinkie,” Chris said. Chris then proceeded to run over to the passenger side and pull the unconscious Jake out of the car. He lightly slapped the teenage boy. “Wake up, man!” Chris yelled at Jake’s body. Pinkie trotted to the back door on the right side and opened it. She pulled out a two liter bottle of Mountain Dew from one of their supply bags and sat it by Chris. “I can’t open it,” Pinkie said, smiling. Chris, unsure why Pinkie wanted Mountain Dew at a time like this, reluctantly opened the bottle for her. Pinkie took it in her hooves and then proceeded to pour it all over Jake’s face. “WAAAAAAKKKKKEEEEEE UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!” Pinkie yelled at Jake for the second time in one week. Jake squirmed, regaining conciousness, and without opening his eyes said, “Do the dew, motherfuckers.” Pinkie and Chris hugged the boy tightly. Jake sat up, in agonizing pain from his dislocated shoulder, and looked around for the demon bird. It had vanished. Jake turned his head towards the car on his right and said, “So, you think your insurance covers gigantic demon birds?” Pinkie and Chris laughed merrily. Chris wasn’t even mad his car was totaled. He saved his true love and his new friend from a giant creature from the Demonata dimension. Now was a time for celebration, not resent.

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Chris walked over behind Jake and took a knee. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, Jake,” Chris said and cupped his right hand around Jake’s dislocated shoulder blade while placing his left hand firmly on Jake’s back. Pinkie, realizing Jake was scared, trotted over to him and nestled herself in his lap. “You can squeeze me if you want, Jake,” the pink pony said with a smile. Jake cracked a tiny grin at the offer and tightly wrapped his arms around Pinkie Pie. He closed his eyes tight while Chris initiated countdown to the agonizing pain he was about to receive. “Five,” Chris started. Jake squeezed Pinkie Pie even tighter. “Four.” Jake still tightened his grip on Pinkie. “Three.” Pinkie was having trouble breathing at this point, but she knew she was keeping Jake calm. “Two.” She snuggled closer to Jake’s body to give him more comfort and a little bit of leverage off her lungs. “One!” A second later, Chris jolted Jake’s shoulder forward with tremendous force. Jake squeezed the mare in his lap with intense pressure and let out a loud cry that echoed off the treetops of Route 3.
Jake’s shoulder was now fixed. The pain died down after the immediate event, but still slightly lingered on and made his shoulder sore. The boy let go of Pinkie and she gasped deeply for air as she walked away from Jake. “That shoulder’s gonna be sore for about an hour or so,” Chris said. “Thanks,” Jake responded. “No problem, brony,” Chris replied, and gave his companion a brohoof.
The gang looked around at their surroundings. The other drivers on the highway were still stopped, too afraid to continue any farther. In the distance, Jake noticed a highway sign. “What’s that say?” Jake asked as he inched closer to it. Chris and Pinkie also noticed Jake’s discovery and walked with him towards the sign. Upon reaching a close enough distance to read it, they were able to make out the words “Bedford, MA - 3 Miles”.
Even farther in the distance, a little closer than the horizon, they saw a shimmer of blue lights. It only took them a few seconds to realize these were the police that were called to the scene of their shootout with the demonic bird. “Well, this sucks,” Jake said. “We’re going to jail and the succubus will just find and kill me there, that is if the other inmates don’t kill me first.”
“Nobody’s going to jail today, Jake,” Chris replied. “We’ll just tell them what happened.” “What about Pinkie?” Jake asked. Chris honestly didn’t think they’d have to disguise Pinkie again after leaving the hotel. The two boys looked around for something they could use to prevent Pinkie from being taken by the US government. All they had on hand were duffle bags, most of which were too small to fit a pony inside. Suddenly, Chris noticed his gym bag sticking out of the open trunk of the car. It was just barely big enough to fit the pony inside if she curled up in a ball. “We can use this,” Chris said and pulled the bag from the trunk. He unzipped the main compartment, emptied out all it’s contents into the trunk, and told Pinkie to curl up inside. The pony did as she was told, and Chris re-zipped most of the top compartment, leaving a small opening in the side for Pinkie to see and breathe through. Chris took a hold of the gym bag with the pony inside and turned to Jake. “Let’s start walkin’,” he said, and the boys slowly approached the police cars.
About 15 minutes later, an officer stationed at the roadblock spotted the approaching men and shouted for the police chief, Officer Ken McWallace, to see for himself. The police chief of Bedford was a stern-looking man. He was in his late fifties and had grey hair with a handlebar mustache growing on his face. He was very well built, too. A tall man of six foot two with a very broad chest and shoulders, but not disproportionate to his waist and legs. Trade his blue police uniform for a black leather one and you’d swear he was the most badass biker in Bedford. He was only slightly wrinkly, the kind of winkles one would expect with stress, but not age. Despite his rough and tough exterior, Officer McWallace was a good cop. He didn’t believe in himself or his men abusing their authority and always saw the innocence in people he had arrested before the guilt.
Jake and Chris approached the vehicles with their hands raised. “We’re unarmed!” Chris shouted to the police at the roadblock. “Drop the bag and step away from it!” Officer McWallace said through a bullhorn in his signature southern accent. Chris did as the officer commanded. At the blockade, Officer McWallace whispered to two men about to check the bag. “I respect these men’s choice to turn themselves in. Only use dogs, the metal detector and toxic chemical detector in your search. Don’t go through the bag. They‘ve earned their privacy.” His men fully understood and nodded. They ran over to the bag and swept each side with their detectors. The police dog with them sniffed for bombs inside. Once the scan was complete and the dog was done searching, they signaled the chief that the bag was clean for guns, toxins, or explosives.
Without having to be told, Chris turned to Jake and nodded. They both layed flat on the pavement with their hands on their heads. Two more officers rushed in and handcuffed Chris and Jake. Officer McWallace walked over and picked up the gym bag. “Be careful with that bag, please, officer. Something very fragile, special, and irreplaceable is inside,” Chris said as Officer McWallace smiled and nodded. Inside the bag, Pinkie also couldn’t help but smile. The two boys were loaded into the back of a police car and the roadblock dispersed.
Once inside the station in Bedford, MA, two young, rookie officers were interrogating their two terror suspects together. They were your typical photogenic newbie cops. Both of them looked like they could be underwear models for Calvin Klein. One was skinny, red haired, and spoke with an Irish accent. The other looked like an all-American boy. He was psychically fit, had a distinguished face and short brown hair. “Now would one of you little punks mind telling me why the FUCK you assholes thought it was okay to fire an automatic rifle at innocent pedestrians! You make me sick!” The brown haired officer said.
“Okay,” Jake started. “For the hundredth time, we weren’t shooting at pedestrians, we were shooting in self defense at a gigantic demonic bird that was chasing us trying to kill us,” The brown haired officer slammed both his hands down on the metal table in between Jake and himself and leaned in, getting right in Jake’s face and said, “Do you know what happens to a scrawny little fuck like you in prison? Your asshole will be raped so much and stretched so wide that your grandma could fit her head in it. Every bone in your body will break at least twice while the guards just laugh. You’ll be tormented day and night by the never ending screams so much that by the time you get out, you’ll be a hollow, empty shell that won’t even scientifically classify as a human being anymore. Do you really think this is the best time to be a comedian? You’ve got one last chance to smarten the fuck up and tell me truth, or I promise you, I will lock you up and you won’t see the sun again ‘til you’re in your eighties.”
The man interrogating Jake, Officer Rivers, didn’t believe in fighting for the innocent like Officer McWallace did. As far as Rivers was concerned, every person he came into contact with on duty was low-life scum and already guilty of whatever they were accused of. He’d been seen by other officers beating up detainees in their holding cells from time to time, but everyone else at the precinct was too frightened of a legal backfire to report these accounts. They were afraid that because of his merit for more arrests than any other officer in the precinct, a judge would rule in his favor and accuse the person reporting him of treason, causing that person to be fired.
Officer McWallace, watching the interrogation from behind a two-way mirror had heard enough. He burst out of the observation room and into the interrogation room. He bolted towards Officer Rivers and pinned him up against the two way mirror. “Make one more threat like that and I’ll see to it that you only work at a desk for the rest of your career. Understood?” McWallace asked. “Understood, sir,” Rivers responded. “Leave us alone. Let me talk to them,” McWallace commanded.
Rivers and his partner reluctantly left the room, leaving the police chief alone with the boys and their gym bag. “I didn’t believe you at first either,” McWallace started. “However, we have eyewitnesses finally comfortable enough to report what they saw now that you’re in custody and they are all reporting the same thing: a giant flying monster. I trust the people of my fair city of Bedford. So tell me, how can I help?”
Jake and Chris looked at each other for a moment. After which, Chris reached for the gym bag beside him and put it on his lap. He motioned for Officer McWallace to get closer. “What you see here may be unbelievable at first, but you have to promise to us right here and now that what you are about to see does not reach any of this world’s military, leaders, or scientists, for they would surely aim to use it as a weapon.” Chris said to the police chief. “Understood,” Officer McWallace said. He motioned to the people in the observation room behind him to shut the blinds to the two way mirror. A metal plate closed on the back side of the mirror, blocking off the view into the room. The people in the control room shut off the microphones inside the room as well. The chief and the boys were free to talk in private.
Chris unzipped the main compartment of the gym bag and flipped it open. Pinkie Pie burst through gasping for air. McWallace dropped his jaw and staggered back, eyes wide. “Jeez! I thought I was gonna suffocate in there! Well, actually just kidding I could breathe but did I worry ya? Oh I’m sorry I’m such a terrible pony. I get that way when I’m hungry. I’m really hungry. Starving actually. Do you have any snacks?” Pinkie Pie said rapidly. “What the hell is that thing?” McWallace asked. “SHE is a My Little Pony and her NAME is Pinkie Pie,” Jake responded, a bit offended that the policeman called the pony that had saved him from depression an “it”. “But, that’s…just a television show…for little girls! How?” McWallace asked, more puzzled now than ever. “Look, it’s a long story, but I’ll explain it to you on the way if you agree to give us an escort to New York City. That thing we encountered on the highway isn’t gonna give up. We need to get to Kraff as quickly as possible so he can protect Jake from the Demonata!” Chris said to McWallace. McWallace chuckled and said, “Kid, You’re makin’ absolutely no sense but I guess I’ve been shown today that anything is possible and I trust you. Lets go!”
McWallace went back into the observation room and ordered his men to stand guard in the hallway leading to the interrogation room and told them to not let anybody even look down it until he had departed out the back door. Rivers, in a fit of rage, stormed out of the room and headed for the front entrance. He was going back to his patrol. The other officers did as they were commanded and Officer McWallace led the two boys and their pink companion to the back lot where the patrol cars were stored. Pinkie Pie noticed an unmarked, black Dodge Charger cruiser in the lot. It was mostly used for highway chases as backup. Pinkie jumped excitedly up and down and asked the police chief, “Ooh! Ooh! Can we take the Charger?! Can we?! Can we?! Huh?! Can we?!” “Uh, sure, pony,” McWallace answered. “Pinkie Pie,” Jake corrected. “Yay! This is gonna be so much fun!” the pony said. They all hopped in the car. McWallace turned the key in the ignition and flipped on the cuiser’s lights. Pinkie Pie told him Kraff’s address and he set the car’s GPS to that location. Next stop, New York City.

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It was a long drive into New York City. As they were approaching the state line of New York, Jake started complaining to Officer McWallace that his formally dislocated shoulder was aching and bothering him. The police chief luckily found some painkillers in the glove compartment of the Charger and gave him some. Jake’s pain was relieved soon after and it felt as if he never hurt it in the first place. Five changes of radio station, six bathroom breaks, and four hours later, they arrived in the city. Pinkie Pie, obviously excited about being in the Big Apple started jumping around in the back seat.
“Oooh! Oooh! What should we do first?! Should we go get a hot dog?! OOH! Maybe we should get a I <3 NY shirt first! No! NBC! LET’S GO TO NBC!” Pinkie yelled from the backseat. “No Pinkie, we need to go see Kraff,” Chris said. “Oh, that’s right,” Pinkie said and giggled.
The sun dipped below the horizon lighting the sky a beautiful color of pinkish-orange. Officer McWallace checked the clock. It was 7:48 in the evening already. He figured he should call his wife and explain why he was late for dinner. He was just about to pull to the side of the road to make the call when the GPS spoke, “Destination is on your right.” “There!” Pinkie Pie shouted and pointed to a tenement with a red front on the first floor and a tan stone color for the second and third floors. Officer McWallace pulled the Charger over in a empty parking spot beside the building. He and Jake exited the front of the vehicle. Officer McWallace then opened the back door for Chris and Pinkie. Chris stepped out of the car, but when Pinkie tried to jump out, Officer McWallace stopped her. “Here,” he said, and took off his jacket and put it over the pony, like lawyers often do to protect a client from an onslaught of press in a high-profile court case. “Don’t want you getting spotted,” the police chief said. Pinkie Pie sighed. “Fine,” She said, and slowly walked out of the car.
From under the jacket, Pinkie said, “This is it! 2316 Bedford Avenue.” The graffiti on the wall of the building made Jake a little anxious. “Guess a part of New York filled with gangs and crime would be a good place for a pony druid to hide,” he said to try and make a positive light out of his fear. “Wait here for one minute guys, I have to make a quick call,” Officer McWallace said.
The police chief stepped over to the front of his cruiser, pulled out his iPhone, and swiped it’s screen to unlock it. He went to his contacts and dialed his wife. He put the phone to his left ear and heard the phone ring twice. “Hello, dear,” he heard on the other end. “Hi, darlin’,” Officer McWallace said. “Where have you been, young man? I spent all day making a lovely pot roast for you and you don’t come home to eat it! Did they guys at the station drag you out to a strip club again?” Mrs. McWallace said.  
The police chief chuckled. “No dear, I had to do take some new friends to New York City. It was kind of an emergency.” Officer McWallace winked at the gang. They all smiled. “New York City?!” Mrs. McWallace said, shocked.
The police chief got a sickening feeling in his stomach for only a moment. During this moment, he was suddenly extremely sad. He didn’t know why. The only other time he could compare this feeling to was when his partner got shot by a bank robber two years ago. The moment was quick, however, and only barely even registered in the chief’s mind. He chalked the sudden sensation up to randomly remembering that terrible event and let it go. “Is Daddy in New York?” Officer McWallace heard in a small, faint voice over the phone. “Yeah, you wanna talk to him?” Mrs. McWallace said. The chief knew the voice. It was his five year-old daughter, Caroline. She was a very cute girl. She had her black hair in pigtails and had big brown eyes. She often wore a skirt and overalls one-piece over any one of a variety of shirts with graphics of cartoon characters or girly text in glitter on them. Suddenly, McWallace remembered how his daughter loved My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and would make him watch it with her every Saturday on TV.
“Hi daddy!” Caroline said. “Hey, baby girl!” her father responded. “Are you really in New York, daddy?” the innocent girl asked. “I sure am,” her dad answered. “I have a surprise for you,” he said. “Really?!” his daughter asked in a chipper and bubbly voice. ‘Uh-huh,” McWallace said and walked over to Pinkie Pie. “What is it?” the girl asked. He switched to speakerphone and slid the phone underneath the jacket and whispered to the pony to talk to his daughter. “Hi there!” Pinkie Pie said. Officer McWallace could almost sense his daughter’s eyes growing wide and smiling big back in Bedford. “Pinkie Pie?” Caroline asked in disbelief. “Yep! That’s me! What’s your name?” “C-c-Caroline,” the little girl stuttered, star struck. “Caroline. I like that name! It’s a very cute name!” Pinkie Pie said. A very happy squeal came over the phone’s speaker. “You’re my favorite pony, Pinkie Pie! I love you!” Caroline said ecstatically. “Awwwee! Thank you! I love you, too, Caroline! You’re my new friend! Yay! I love making new friends!” Pinkie Pie said. A short pause ensued. “Hey, Caroline. I’d love to talk to you right now but, your dad and I are a little busy right now. Mind if we talk later?” the pony asked. “SURE!” Caroline shouted happily. “Here’s your dad again. Nice meeting you Caroline! Bye!” Pinkie said happily and she shoved the phone back outside of the jacket. Officer McWallace picked it up. The chief switched the phone off speaker and put it up to his ear in time to hear, “Daddy! Daddy! I talked to Pinkie Pie!” He smiled. “Daddy will be home tomorrow morning.” “Okay! Love you, daddy,” Caroline said. “Love you too, baby girl,” McWallace responded and hung up the phone.
The chief joined the group over at the front door. “He’s apartment B3,” Pinkie said. Jake pressed the corresponding call button and within seconds, a voice came over the speaker. “Who’s there?” an old, Scottish-sounding voice said. “Pick me up,” Pinkie Pie demanded. Jake lifted the pony up to the call box and pressed the talk button for her. “Kraff? It’s me! Pinkie Pie!” the pink pony responded. “Oh! Pinkie! Long time no see, my friend! Come in!” the voice said and the speaker made a buzz sound to indicate the door had been unlocked. Jake put down the pony, opened the door and stepped inside. The building was really in bad shape. There were water stains on the walls and ceiling and the pink wallpaper looked as if it was from the early 1920s, and was faded and peeling off the wall in certain places. The building smelled oddly clean, however. It wasn’t fresh by any means but it also wasn’t musty or dirty smelling.
The pony trotted up the stairs on the left side of the entrance. “Come on!” she said to her friends. Jake, Chris and Officer McWallace followed. Pinkie Pie turned left at the top of the stairs and went into a short hallway that was about six feet long and about four and a four and a half feet wide. It was apparent to Chris that whoever designed this building was not a very good architect. At the end of the hallway was a single door marked with a sticker that read “B3” in italicized gold lettering. Pinkie knocked the door with her left front hoof a couple of times. “Come in,” the voice from the intercom said. Chris turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
A sudden wave of incense fumes hit the gang. There were so many different scents that they couldn’t distinguish what ones smelled good and which smelled bad. It was all one semi-relaxing odor. The gang walked deeper into the house. Jake made sure to shut the door behind them, however. The atmosphere was similar to what one would expect if they toured a Deadhead’s apartment. Various aromatherapy tools and books scattered about, a collection of bongs and hookahs against all four walls, Bob Marley posters and plastic baggies of various drugs that Jake couldn’t distinguish between legal and illegal on the coffee table in the living room. As Officer McWallace, who had taken point, passed by the short hallway on the left leading to the bathroom and bedroom, he jumped and made a short but manly startled noise. Facing him was what appeared to be a animatronic robot disguised to look like a stereotypical community-college-attending stoner. The robot was dressed in a rasta shirt with baggy, dark green khaki pants and toted black dreadlocks beneath a wool cap.
“I see you’ve met the being the outside world thinks I am,” said the voice from the intercom. Another My Little Pony walked out to the hallway from the bedroom. He looked very old. His face was all wrinkled and had a long white beard remenicant of one you’d expect a kung fu master to have. He wore a blue, ancient-looking robe that covered most of his tan-colored coat. His cutie mark was that of what appeared to be a leaf of aloe or some kind of other medicinal plant. “I am Kraff, pony druid. Come! Come!” Kraff said, and he ushered the gang into the bedroom.
The bedroom was actually the biggest room in the entire apartment, so it seemed. It was also the most well-kept. The carpet was spotless, the walls were freshly painted in white, the bed was big, about a queen size, and it rested on a black metal frame with intricate designs. The bed cover was black. The inner bed sheet was red, and the comforter was black. It all looked very sleek and expensive. The room was also lit entirely by dozens of tiny, white candles running the length of each wall. It was almost like the room was set up to make love to someone.
“Oh Kraff! We desperately need your help! We’ve come all the way from Maine to get here. Jake here accidentally asked the princess to die. Apparently, by doing this, Luna had the Demonata send for a succubus to kill him! We know you’ve delt with Demonata in the past, dear friend. Can you help reverse this wish?” Pinkie asked. “Of course, Pinkie. Let me just take a quick shower first. I was actually preparing for bed when you all showed up. Don’t worry though. It’s not a bother. I can see this is a dire emergency.” “Okie dokie loki!” Pinkie Pie said happily. The druid trotted out of the bedroom, turned right and entered his bathroom. The gang heard the showerhead turn on from the bedroom.
In order to keep any awkward silence at bay, Chris told Jake, Pinkie, and Officer McWallace the story of when Twilight Sparkle and he saved Brattleboro from the Demonata. He told them how Kraff actually helped him banish the Demonata. “Come to think of it,” Chris said, “I’m surprised he doesn’t remember me.” “It’s probably just cause he’s old,” Pinkie said. Chris pondered that idea for a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said. Just then, Chris remembered something about his past adventure that would prove to be relevant and important now. “I just remembered,” he said, “Kraff needs to wear a special robe to perform the banishment ceremony! It’s in his closet.” Chris went over to the closet and opened it, not expecting what he saw.  
Not only was the robe not there, but from behind the door was Kraff’s lifeless corpse. His neck was slashed. The body of the druid fell on the floor. The pony’s skin was pale, and had apparently been dead for at least a couple days. The gang screamed! After the initial shock of seeing the druid dead on the bedroom floor, it dawned on each and every one of them, one by one.   
Who we’re they talking too just twenty minutes ago? Suddenly, a demented, girlish giggle came from the bathroom. Officer McWallace drew his firearm and was about to go investigate, but like a walking dead man, Jake stood up from his seat on the bed and slowly walked towards the bedroom doorframe. As Jake proceeded to walk, a girlish voice started signing from the bathroom. “La la/It’s useless/I’ve got you where I want you/Hush now/I love you/I’ll take such good care of you,” the creepy voice sang over the torrential downpour from the showerhead. Jake walked closer, as if entranced by the voice. Pinkie suddenly grew very concerned. “Jake?” She called. No response. “JAKE?” Pinkie called again. No response. The pony started to cry. Chris held her tight. “Somepony stop him!” Pinkie Pie cried out. Officer McWallace rushed to grab Jake, but suddenly, and invisible force knocked him down!
As Officer McWallace was recovering from his fall, he watched in horror as pools of blood from the ceiling and floor formed. The pool on the floor rose in the air while the one on the ceiling dripped to the ground. The mirrors on Kraff’s dresser were suddenly dripping with a black liquid and the entire room became immensely hot. Hotter than the hottest summer noon any of them had ever felt. A figure then rose out of the pool of blood. The room tinted red as he arrived through his portal of blood. The creature had eight arms, a hole in his chest with slithering green snakes inside it, pale red skin that cracked and bled whenever he moved, and little, dangling scraps of flesh for legs. He didn’t stand on them, however. He just hovered like a ghost.
“NO! IT’S YOU! IT CAN’T BE!” Chris shouted, terrified beyond belief. Pinkie, also recognizing the creature, screamed at the sight of him. It was none other than Lord Loss, the leader of the Demonata that Chris fought when he was young. “Hello, Chris. I see you remember me after all these years,” Lord Loss said in a depressing, dark voice. By now, Officer McWallace had regained his balance and stood up, taking a frightened glance at the creature before him. Lord Loss turned toward the police chief, his skin cracking and bleeding as he did so. “I’m sorry, officer. I didn’t mean to kill that poor pony. It was in self defense,” Lord Loss said in the same, sad, depressing tone. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!” Officer McWallace shouted at the demon. He opened fire, shooting his entire round of seven bullets into the demon master. Lord Loss merely absorbed the hits. Out of bullets, Officer McWallace dropped his pistol in fear. “What am I?” Lord Loss repeated. “I am that feeling in your heart when your most treasured loved one dies in your arms. I am the glowing eyes that children see out of their bedroom window. I am the thought going through your mind when you’re drowning at sea with no one to save you. I, Officer McWallace, am your most primal fear. You’re worst nightmare. I’m the one you’d call the devil, but you’d be wrong. I’m much worse. I’m the demon master and my name is Lord Loss, but you won’t remember that. Not where you’re going. Too bad,” the demon said.
The demon master raised his left palm and shot out a spear through it. It pierced Officer McWallace in the heart and pinned him up at the top of the side wall. The police chief was dead on impact. Pinkie Pie screamed as loud as she could while tears flowed from her eyes. McWallace just hung there, his mouth dripping with blood down to the floor below. “MAKE IT STOP!!!!” Pinkie Pie screamed out loud. “Now if you decide to co-operate, the show can begin. You should all be happy! You get to witness the miracle of love!” Lord Loss said.
Jake had approached the bathroom. He opened the door and saw a slim girl, about his age, bathing in the shower. He couldn’t look away. She was Hispanic in complexion with medium-length black hair that had pink streaks in it. She also had a nice round ass and approximately double C-sized breasts. She opened the shower curtain to reveal her full body. Jake was instantly lost in her eyes. They were almond-shaped and brown in color. She was the girl of his dreams. She stared at him tantalizingly. An un-phased and even encouraging gaze that made a statement that she didn’t mind him staring at her perfectly formed body. Without thinking, Jake reached his hand out to her. It was like, he had no control. He couldn’t resist her. A part of him was screaming inside his head to look away, to run back to his friends and save them, but he couldn’t understand why. He couldn’t understand what friends he was even thinking about for that matter.
The girl took his hand and she pressed against him for a moment. She turned toward the bathroom mirror and reached for her eye shadow resting on the sink. She wouldn’t let Jake losen his grip on her. She wrapped his arms around her hips and motioned his right hand down to her vagina. She pushed Jake’s finger inside of her. Jake suddenly realized how tight her pussy was. It was as tight as a prepubescent girl’s pussy would be. She was officially perfect in every way in Jake’s eyes. Jake fingered the girl’s tight snatch for a few moments while she applied her eye shadow. The combination of the beauty’s round butt pressed against his crotch and the fingering of her unbelievably tight vagina made Jake wasted with ecstasy.
The girl moaned happily as Jake fingered her. “Aren’t you gonna ask me my name?” the girl said in the sexiest voice Jake had ever heard. Jake could barely speak due to the complete lust he was being consumed by, but he managed to squeak out, “What’s your name, sexy?” The girl leaned back, pressing the entire backside of her body against Jake. She tilted her head back on Jake’s right shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Alexa, and I’m yours forever, Jake Arbor.”
Seconds later, she was done with her makeup. Alexa pulled Jake’s finger out of her and took his hand in hers. She lead him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. In the bedroom near the entrance stood a creature Jake couldn’t recognize. It had eight arms and pale red skin. The creature had a small bird with a human-like skull for a head perched on its shoulder. Jake wasn’t afraid of either of them, though. Alexa’s beauty was all he could focus on. Another creature with leathery skin a dog-like face stood at the other corner of the room, devouring the entrails of a man who was pinned against the wall. Jake sensed he should be terrified, but he wasn’t. He could only see Alexa and her jaw-dropping beauty. All he wanted was her. Jake also saw a older man and a pink pony pinned against the wall opposite of the one the bed that his sexy Alexa was now crawling into. They were screaming things at him he couldn’t hear.
This was all very strange indeed, but Jake didn’t care. He didn’t care about the monsters or the two strangers in the room. All he cared about was his darling Alexa, and the magical evening they were about to share. As Alexa crawled toward the center of the bed on her hands and knees, Jake could only stare at her glistening pussy, now drenched in a light coat of juices. The candlelight made it shine in the evening sunset. All Jake could think about doing was tasting it. When she reached the center, Alexa rolled over onto her backside and opened her legs to Jake. She motioned him closer with her finger.
Jake had a harder cock than he had ever had before in his life, and even more impressive to him, was how stable it felt as well. It didn’t feel as if the second he stuck his dick into one of Alexa’s orifices he would instantly cum. Jake was so excited to make love to this goddess that had pledged her loyalty to him. Jake took off all his clothes quickly, anxious to taste his girl’s tantalizing cunt. Before he could take two steps, however, the creature with eight arms stopped him and said, “Cadaver tells me I owe it to his friend to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, so I will do this for you.” The creature put one hand on the top of Jake’s erect penis, just barely touching the shaft and said some mystical chant in a language Jake couldn’t understand. Suddenly, Jake felt a tingling sensation in his penis, similar to the feeling you get when being electrocuted, and watched it grew bigger than it ever had before. His previous seven inch cock was now about nine inches long!
After doing the deed, the creature stepped back to his original position, obviously not wanting a “thank you”. “Proceed,” the creature said. This was all the motivation Jake needed. Jake approached the bed slowly. Alexa moaned in anticipation with each step he made, making Jake even more hornier. Jake crawled on the bed and kissed his darling Alexa. He then lowered himself down to her vagina and kissed her clit gently. Alexa quickly grabbed Jake’s right hand at the sensation and made him squeeze her supple, round left breast hard as she moaned. Jake then decided to dig in. He stuffed his face in Alexa’s pussy and chewed at it, moaning all the while. This made Alexa even hornier, and made her grab Jake’s other hand and squeeze her other breast as well. Alexa got wetter and wetter with each snap of Jake’s jaw. “Oh Jake! I’m getting so wet for you!” Alexa said in a sexy scream that made Jake’s heart skip a beat.  
Jake was more turned on than ever before in his life. He stuck his tounge inside his dream girl’s cunt and wiggled it around. He barely fit his whole tounge inside due to how tight she was. Jake felt Alexa tighten his grip on her boobs even more. Jake thought he was hurting Alexa with how hard he was grabbing them, but apparently she loved the pain and it made her really horny. Jake could feel Alexa pumping pussy juice all over his tounge. It tasted so good, like the first glass of fresh water after being stranded on a desert island for several years. Alexa couldn’t take the intensity. “AHHHHH!!!!!” She screamed and pulled Jake’s head up to hers, squirting all over Jake’s abs in the process. Jake’s wet abs glided over Alexa’s baby-soft stomach as he leaned towards her face to kiss her. “More!” Alexa cried. “Give me more!”
She wrapped her arms around Jake and spread her legs open again, inviting Jake inside. He lined up his nine inch penis with her vaginal opening and pushed. The tightness and pleasure was unbelievable! Alexa’s cunt wrapped around every inch of Jake’s dick as he pushed his way inside her. “¡Ay si!” Alexa cried. Jake absolutely LOVED when a girl spoke Spanish in bed. It was so incredibly arousing for him. Jake could only fit about seven and a half inches of his cock inside Alexa before it hit her cervix. This was obviously why the creature had made his dick bigger, so when he was ready, he could burst through it and reach ultimate pleasure. Jake’s manhood was being engulfed by Alexa’s vagina. It was the single greatest feeling he had ever felt in his life. Jake pulled out slowly, and pushed back in, making love to the wet snatch that he had only ever dreamed of. Alexa moaned loud with each thrust in.
Jake stared at Alexa’s perfect tits. Alexa saw him staring and licked her hands to wet them. She then grabbed and caressed her breasts, getting them all wet. “Play with my boobs, baby. They’re yours.” Jake wet his own hands and placed one on each breats, wetting them even further. Jake rubbed them, squeezed them, and played with her nipples. Alexa’s nipples were rock hard. Jake didn’t even know a woman’s nipples could get as hard as these. It was a sign that Jake made Alexa hornier than anyone else in the world. Alexa’s hard nipples turned Jake on immensely and he sucked on Alexa’s left tit, tickling her nipple with his tounge. “Oooh Jake!” Alexa cried. Jake wanted more. He switched over to the right tit and used his hand to squeeze Alexa’s now soaking wet left boob. “Yeah! Right there Jake! Uhhh!!!” Alexa screamed.
Jake fucked Alexa’s cunt a little faster. Alexa was so wet, there was little resistance against his cock to slide inside her, but once inside, the vaginal walls squeezed his dick hard and Jake couldn’t get enough. Just then, Jake remembered that perfect round ass Alexa had. The mere thought of it made him go crazy with lust. He had to have a piece of it. Jake pulled out of Alexa’s wet cunt and flipped her over on her stomach. Jake wanted to try this position ever since he learned about sex with anyone, but the fact that his dream girl was here and willing to do anything he wanted made it even more magical. Jake laid Alexa straight, only spreading her legs slightly to reveal an even tighter asshole than her pussy was. It was so tight that Jake knew putting a pencil in it would be giving it a little bit of a stretch. Tonight, Jake was an animal. He was gonna love this girl ‘til she was sore. While Alexa laid flat on the bed, legs spread only slightly, Jake got on top of her and slowly shoved his cock into Alexa’s tight, hispanic ass. He felt his balls and crotch push up against her ass cheeks and squish them. The cushioning felt amazing. Jake wanted to see how far he could shove his manhood into his dream girl’s asshole. The pressure was so immense that Jake thought Alexa’s little asshole was going to cut off blood flow to his penis. Jake pushed and pushed. Alexa’s screams mixed with pleasure and pain excited him with each inch. Jake actually managed to shove all nine inches of his dick inside his dream girl’s ass. Jake felt like he reached nirvana. The pleasure was so great that he couldn’t put it into words. His girl could, though. “Fuck my ass, Jake! Fuck it deep and hard! It’s yours! I’m yours! Now fuck me!” Slowly but surely, Jake pushed his entire 9 inch cock in and out of Alexa’s unfathomably tight asshole. Her screams made his dick harder with each thrust. Eventually, he started going faster, and faster! Alexa couldn’t hold it back any longer! “YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!” Alexa screamed, and she squirted again, all over the bedsheets, with Jake’s dick deep inside her.
“I need to taste that cock!” Alexa cried and she forced Jake on bottom and hurried her head down to his crotch. “Mmmm take this, you bad boy!” Alexa said and shoved Jake’s dick all the way down her throat! She circled around it with her tounge as she pulled it out of her mouth. “AHHH!!” Jake cried in pleasure. Once the cock was out, Alexa stared in Jake’s eyes and said, “Mmmm you make my body feel so good, baby! I can’t get enough of you! I love you so much! Let me suck on your cock! Please!” With that, Alexa took about six inches of Jake’s dick in her mouth and sucked furiously at it for a few minutes, using her tounge to tickle Jake’s most sensitive areas. “Oh Jake! It tastes so good! Uhhh!!” Alexa said as she licked up and down the shaft, circling it from time to time with her tounge. She then took a firm hold of Jake’s penis with her right hand and started to suck on Jake’s balls. It only took a couple minutes of this for Alexa to lose control entirely.
She got on top of Jake and shoved his manhood into her. Both screamed loud enough to wake the entire apartment building. She bounced up and down on Jake’s hard cock screaming out each time she landed on it “JAKE! JAKE! JAKE! JAKE!” She screamed. She went faster and faster! Jake was nearing climax. Time seemed to slow down for the both of them “¡Ay papi chulo! No me jodas duro y hacer que me corra!” Alexa cried. Somehow, Jake understood this sentence. It translated to “Oh, pimp daddy! Fuck me hard and make me cum!”  
This was the tipping point. Both Jake and Alexa screamed out as they reached climax simultaneously! When Alexa came she threw her head back, and Jake saw horns sprout from her head and a tail with a sharp point at the end of it sprout from her ass. He watched as her eyes turned glowing red and her teeth turned monster-like. He suddenly remembered everything. Chris and Pinkie, Officer McWallace, and Kraff. Lord Loss, Cadaver, the demon bird from the highway chase. The fact that Alexa was a succubus sent to kill him. It came at a moment too late though.  
Jake felt sharp teeth inside Alexa’s vagina clamp down on his dick, chopping it off. At the same time, the sharp tail from Alexa’s backside pierced Jake’s heart. Jake coughed up blood right into Alexa’s face. The succubus didn’t mind. She just licked it off. She bent down to whisper in Jake’s ear. “Tasty,” she said in a dark, deep, scary voice that wasn’t the same as the sexy one that Jake loved. Jake’s limbs went weak.  
Alexa climbed off of the lifeless Jake and squealed. Pinkie and Chris, still pinned to the wall by magic, were crying hysterically. “Good job, Alexa. You have served your purpose,” Lord Loss said to the succubus. Alexa bowed as Lord Loss raised his left hand towards her. Suddenly, a storm of purple lightning attacked and electrocuted Alexa. She fell down, burnt to a crisp. Lord Loss released Pinkie Pie and Chris from their bonds.
Pinkie was the first to run over to Jake. “Jake, Wake up,” she said. No response. “Wake up!” she yelled. Still nothing. “WAAAAAAAKKKKKKEEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!” She cried. But this time, Jake wouldn’t wake up. He was gone. Pinkie fell on Jake’s dead body, crying hard. Chris ran over to hold her, also crying. “WHY?!?!?!” Pinkie Pie screamed at the demon master. “We had a deal,” Lord Loss said.
Cadaver walked over to Jake and picked up his body. “Mmm, take out,” the demon said telepathically to the gang. Pinkie cried hard in Chris’s arms. Suddenly, Pinkie started hearing something. A voice in the back of her mind. Cadaver was speaking telepathically to her and her alone. “Jake’s in good hands,” the demon said. Suddenly, the demon returned to their previous corners of the room and disappeared into a pool of blood, Jake disappearing with them.
Pinkie stopped crying. “Cadaver said,” Pinkie started, “Jake’s in good hands.” Pinkie knew Cadaver was an honest demon and only was evil when it came to the bidding of his master. She trusted Cadaver’s word. “I think, Jake is somewhere safe in spirit,” Pinkie said to Chris. They both smiled. “Pinkie?” Chris asked. “Yes?” Pinkie replied. “Would you stay with me? Here in the human world?” Chris said. Pinkie thought for a moment. “Okie dokie loki!” She answered. Chris hugged the pony tight.
Suddenly, the two heard a noise. It was coming from Officer McWallace’s half-eaten body. Chris walked over and investigated it. It was McWallace’s iPhone. He had received a text from Caroline. The preview read “Can I talk to Pinkie Pie yet, daddy?” Chris brought the phone over to Pinkie Pie and showed her the text, then they both stared at McWallace’s corpse. Chris unlocked the phone and pressed the button to call the contact. He turned on speakerphone and put the phone beside the pink pony.
“Hi, daddy!” Caroline said happily over the speakerphone. “Caroline, it’s Pinkie Pie,” Pinkie said. “Hi, Pinkie! Where’s daddy?” Pinkie started to swell up with tears and said, “I have some bad news, sweetie.”
An instant after the excruciating pain, Jake woke up on a hard granite floor. Upon focusing his eyesight, he saw two ponies standing over him. He could faintly hear one say, “See, sister? I told you it would work out fine.” Jake suddenly realized the pony that just spoke was none other than Princess Luna. Upon further study, he saw that the other one was his god, Princess Celestia. He instantly stood up and bowed to his Princess. “My Princess!” Jake said. The two royal ponies bowed back. “It is good to finally meet you, Jake Arbor,” Celestia said. Jake was instantly confused. “But, I’m…dead,” Jake said. “In body, yes. However, I made an old friend make a promise to me, Jake. I let him take your body to feast upon if he would send you a succubus to kill you in a pleasurable way, and let me have your soul to do with what I pleased. I think you’ll be pleased with what I did with it,” Luna responded. She motioned Jake to a nearby mirror.
Jake was hit by a tidal wave of joy. He had pony ears, a pony head, a pony mane pony wings, pony legs, and a pony tail. He was what he always wanted to be. A real My Little Pony. “Now go, Rainboom. Find your destiny,” Celestia said. With that, Rainboom, formally Jake Arbor of Sunny Falls, ME who couldn’t smile to save his life, smiled wide as he darted out of Luna and Celestia’s lair, ready to explore Ponyville and make new friends. This wasn’t the end. It was merely a very ponylicious beginning.
THE END