Black as Ink

by BlueFin

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character
Length: 2797

Speckle Shine decides to make a time machine, going back to the 1950's. Where she ends up causes her to meet some rather interesting characters.

Speckle goes through her time machine, then venturing into the dark, dreary abandoned studio of Sillyvision. Who she meets and what happens will certainly change her view of the place.

Published 2017-05-20 23:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-20 23:30:01 UTC

"Back in Time"

Sirena trotted into the dark room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. She snorted as she heard rushed hoofsteps in front of her. “And tell me why did you bring me here, Speckle?” she asked.

“Because…” the light blue unicorn started, flicking on the light. “I may have made a little something.”

In the center of the room sat a simple mirror, yet its frame was completely covered in wires, all of them connecting to various types of machinery. Sirena cautiously stepped up to it and raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Her friend gave her a bright smile. “It’s a time machine," she chirped.

“A… time machine? Speckle, you remember what happened the last time you made a time machine?”

The unicorn brushed her off. “So I was sent to the Jurassic era and nearly got crushed by a dinosaur, no biggie! This time I made sure that everything is up to date and follows safety protocol. Nothing to worry about! Of course, it only works for the human dimension, but that ain’t an issue.” The lilac pegasus wasn't convinced. “Oh, come on Sirena! Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you, I don’t trust that.”

“Tell you what. If anything goes wrong, I can just create a copy of the machine where I’m at and come back through it!”

Sirena muttered under her breath before sighing. ”Fine. Just don’t come back with some… alien or something.”

Speckle laughed. “I got you, Rena.”

“Don’t call me that. Now go before I change my mind.”

The unicorn mare turned around and turned a crank, which corresponded to a lit plaque, changing the number that was on it. “Let’s do… the 1950’s. Nothing wrong with old timey stuff.” Pushing a button, the machines roared to life, electricity coursing through them. The mirror itself started to glow white, then replaced with swirling colors. Speckle walked up to it, turning back to give her friend a quick wave. “Wish me luck!” She then touched the mirror’s glass, feeling her body get pulled into it. In a bright flash of light, she was gone, leaving Sirena by herself.

Sirena sighed yet again, sitting on her haunches. “Best of luck to you, you crazy mare.”

Speckle’s eyes were closed as she felt herself constantly spinning around in circles. Finally she stopped, flying out of the portal and landing on the cold ground. Sitting up, she shook her head, getting the dry, brittle grass out of her mane. In front of her was an abandoned looking workshop. The name Sillyvision crossed the top of the building. Curious, she stood up and walked towards the front door. She was about to knock when she noticed it was cracked open. Pushing it open wider, she walked into the dimly lit space.

All that could be heard was the faint sound of grinding gears and the low crackle of nearby candles. The wooden floorboards creaked under her hooves, and she hissed quietly as she got a splinter. Looking around, she saw various posters on the walls, along with multiple cardboard cutouts of a black and white creature, its face donning black pie cut eyes and a wide smile that stretched from ear to ear, if it had ears. With a simple white bowtie around its invisible neck and gloves adorning its hands, it looked like it came from a cartoon. Come to think of it, most of everything she saw in this place looked like it came from a cartoon. And then she realized where she was. “This must some type of studio. An animation studio, to be more precise.” She saw yet another poster and decided to get a closer look at it .”A Dancing Demon? Celestia, do these humans know how to get creative at a whim.”

Her ears twitched at the sudden rhythmic tap tap tap of a black liquid dripping from the ceiling, then noticing that she almost stepped in a large puddle of the stuff. “Wierd… it looks like… ink?” Looking up, she saw a large pipe above her, and it was flowing with ink. She decided to follow it, figuring that it had to lead to something. She soon arrived at a room that had a large metal machine in it, and it continuously pumped out ink onto the floor, coating the wooden boards black. Speckle became confused, not knowing why all of this ink was just being wasted. Her ears twitched again as she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Part of her wanted to run and hide, but she stood her ground. A dark figure appeared, stopping in its tracks when it saw her.

“Who are you?” it growled, clearly not very pleased that she was there. She raised an eyebrow at the tall creature. It was a wolf, black and white in color, dressed in overalls. Its pie cut eyes stared her down, putting its gloved hands on its hips. “Well?” it questioned.

“Why do you want to know?”

The wolf was about to respond when another voice called out, “What is all this racket over here? Boris, I swear if you-” The voice abruptly stopped, as its owner peeked around Boris to look at Speckle. She let out a soft gasp. It was the same creature she had seen on the cutouts! Only, it didn't look that much taller than her, maybe a good three inches at the most. Its eyes also stared at her, taking her in. “Well, well. It seems we have a visitor. You sure look… colorful.”

“Umm, thank you?”

“What’s ya name, toots?”

She took a moment to decide whether to give her real name or a fake one, choosing the former. Not that they would remember it anyway.

“Speckle.”

“Speckle, huh? I would've called you Blueberry, but that's past me now since ya got a name.”

The unicorn rolled her eyes. “And yours?”

“The name’s Bendy. And over here’s my pal Boris. Sorry you had to see him like this. He’s actually a real sweetheart.”

Boris huffed and crossed his arms. “I ain't sure about her, Bendy. What if she was sent by...one of them?”

“One of who?”

“The Creators.” Bendy explained. His hands curled into fists and ink started to drip down his face as his voice dropped a couple octaves. “Those dirty, good for nothing traitors who left us here to rot!” Speckle looked surprised as he breathed heavily before stopping to recompose himself, going back to normal like nothing happened. “Sorry. I tend to get a bit carried away at times.” He then turned to the wolf beside him. “Boris, are you convinced now?”

“I guess. I’m going to go walk around.” With that, he was gone, the pair left to themselves.

Bendy sighed after he left. “Poor fella. He hasn’t been the same since he came back.” The mare was going to ask him what he meant when he spoke up again. “Why don’t I take ya around for a little tour of the place? You’ve come this far.”

Speckle shrugged. “Sure, I don’t mind.”

“So what brings you here, toots? It’s been awhile since we’ve had anyone come in here.”

“ I can’t say. It’s…complicated.”

“If you say so.”

Speckle had a nagging question that lingered in the back of her mind, and she hesitated before asking it. “Hey, Bendy? Why...why do you dislike the Creators so much?”

The ink demon stopped walking and turned to face her. “ ‘Dislike’ is a term I’d use lightly. Despise is more up my alley. They lied to us. Betrayed us. He… he killed Boris! So I have every right to despise such fowl creatures as them.”

The unicorn’s eyes narrowed. Sure, there were some ponies in her life that she didn't necessarily like, but to see someone with so much hate for someone else made her stomach churn.

“Have you maybe tried forgiving them? People make mistakes.”

“Forgiveness is for the weak. Revenge is the only thing that will satisfy my needs.”

Speckle pondered on something for a moment, then gave him a slight smile. “Perhaps what you're missing right now is a little love.”

Bendy cringed at the word, ink dripping down his face again as sharp black claws ripped through his gloves. “Love? LOVE?! The only ‘love’ I will feel is when they are all dead!”

The mare seemed unfazed at his outburst, waiting for him to calm down. When he did, she looked into his eyes. “I...didn't mean from them.” she said in a soft tone.

“Oh.” was all that the demon could say.

This sure changed things. Bendy wasn't new to the term sex, no. He’d overhear the Creators talk about it on occasion. But him actually doing the act… that was uncharted territory. He had contemplated on banging Alice Angel once or twice when she was alive, as she was a beaut, but disregarded such thoughts. He had a reputation to uphold, and he wasn't going to let some busty gal ruin it. Now here he was with this… whatever she was, and she wanted him to do it to her! There was only one small problem. He scratched his head, his arrow tipped tail thrashing around nervously. “Geez, Specks. I’m… surprised to hear you want to do that, but uh… I don't-”

“Don't finish that sentence. I know. And I think I got you covered.”

Her horn started to glow, and she lifted him up in her teal aura. “W-what are you doing?” he demanded in a panicked voice.

“What do you think?” she mused.

A slightly pained groan left him as the ink in between his legs was stretched and molded into a new form. Once he was put back on the floor, he opened one eye to look at this new appendage. It wasn't wide, but it had a length to it that one would deem impressive. Bendy looked back up at Speckle, giving her a confused expression.

“So that's it? Ya just gonna give me a dick and roll with it? And we have another issue, dollface. I can’t come in contact with water.”

Speckle snorted. “You’re very blunt, aren't you? I also casted a waterproof spell on you. And no, that's not all. Have a feel around.”

He did so, slowly running his gloved hand down his shaft, feeling it twitch in anticipation. Dropping his hand down further, he felt a rather large ballsack hang under his medial ring. The black orbs were a bit heavy, slowly increasing in size as fluids filled them. He glanced up at hearing a low moan come from Speckle, seeing that her eyes were half-closed, a hoof lightly rubbing at her own nethers.

He gave her a smirk. “You like that, don't you?”

The mare could only nod, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. She got closer to him, gesturing to his free hand with her muzzle.

“Give me your hand.” she ordered.

He obliged, stretching it out to her. She took two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them lightly. When she pulled back, they were thinly coated in saliva, slick with a bit of shine from candle light reflecting off of them. She then turned around, lifting her tail. Bendy’s own tail shot straight up as he gazed at the amount of flesh that was on display before him. Her hips were wide, framing a round set of cheeks that jiggled a little as she slowly swayed her rear back and forth. Below her tail was her ponut, small in size compared to the rest of her anus. Further down lay her glistening wet slit, open and ready to accept anything that wanted to be shoved into it.

“Can I?” he asked timidly.

“Go ahead. Have at it.”

He took his other hand and placed on one of her cheeks, relishing in the softness of it, at the same time pressing his wet fingers into her needy folds. Speckle gasped quietly, letting her eyes close as he started to slowly pump them in and out, a wet shilck sound could then be heard.

“Ah… you’re really good at this…” she breathed, feeling her walls tighten and loosen around his constantly moving fingers.

Bendy chuckled lightly. “Let’s just say I’ve had some practice. Always had to clean out Boris's clarinet for him when it got clogged up since his hands were too big for him to do it himself. You’re softer than that though.” He slightly curled them upwards, then deciding to alternate between just one finger, then adding the second one, and just pulling them out completely, teasing her spread lips. Her hind legs shivered at the attention, but the unicorn wanted more. She leaned back against him, purring lightly. “Someone’s a little eager.” he mused.

Lifting up one of her hind legs, he slowly pushed his long throbbing member into her, listening to her loud moans and soft whimpers as he gripped her hips, pulling her to the hilt. He held it there for a few moments, taking in all of the new sensations he was feeling. “You feel amazing, Speckle.”, he murmured softly. She didn't respond, as she was currently panting, but she heard him loud and clear. She was happy to see this calmer, less bloodthirsty side of him. It took some coaxing, but it was out.

And then he started to move, jolting her out of her thoughts and causing her to squeak. “B-Bendy… ah… y-you're moving a little fast there.”

He slowed his pace, but only slightly. After a while he started to feel a pressure building up within him. It steadily rose up his shaft, and his instincts were telling him to pull out, not that he really wanted to. With some effort, a wet pop was then heard, signaling that he was freed. He then shuddered, groaning lowly as his member’s head flared, then gushed out ink like a hose onto the mare’s lower back. It would have stained her fur black if not for the spell she had casted earlier, so the ink simply rolled off in droplets, pooling onto the floor.

Bendy sat down after his release, catching his breath. “Well, that was something else.” Speckle turned her head to look at him, a slight pout on her face. She was so close to climaxing herself, yet had been denied of the feeling that she craved. The ink demon raised two of his fingers, shooting her a sly smirk as he wiggled them mischievously. “Want another go with these?”, he asked. She nodded quickly, going over to him. This time there was no teasing, just quick thrusting motions until a rough brush against her clit sent her body into spasms, a flood of juices splattering onto the floor. Her horn buzzed briefly, and she slumped down beside Bendy, who gently rubbed her back until she stood up again. He stood up as well.

“Where you off to?”

“Home. Cause if you haven't noticed, I’m not from here.”

He nodded once. “Well I guess this is goodbye then. Maybe I’ll see ya again sometime?”

She merely smiled at him, not wanting to tell him the truth. “Yeah, maybe.”

She looked down for a second, then back up, moving forward to press a light kiss on his cheek. His tail shot up again, and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks, in the form of black lines. “See ya, Specks.”

“Bye, Bendy.” She made her way back through the dark halls to the front entrance, looking back once more before the door closed behind her. She sighed and readied her horn, creating the portal and vanishing into it.

Sirena paced the room, still waiting for her friend to return. “She’s been gone for what? Four hours now? I know time travel is well, time consuming, but I'd figure she’d be back by now!”

Seconds after she spoke, the mirror started to glow brightly, spitting out Speckle onto the floor. “Ow…”, she groaned, sitting up.

Sirena gasped and ran over to her. “Speckle! Your back! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine, Sirena. Just really tired. Who knew going through time could be so taxing on the body? What I need right now is a hot bath and a nap and I’ll be set.”

“Here, let me help you.” The pegasus helped her up, draping a wing over her as she led her out of the room.

“Thanks.” Speckle turned her head to glance at the mirror she had just come out of. The number above was what intrigued her. “I wonder what other adventures I can go on with that thing.”, she murmured quietly to herself. One thing was for sure, whenever she wanted to go on said adventures, it would be ready.