Rise Of The Black Ranger

Dillon and the wolf stare at the castle in silence until he asked “So is this-” Dillon was about to ask before being interrupted by her “ Yes, yes it is”.

“So why are we here exactly?” Dillon then asked.

“You're going to go in there” she replied before going silent as she and Dillon looked into the trees “Do you feel that?” Dillon asked, holding his chest feeling he was being watched.

“Yes I do” she replied as her eyes narrowed as the two of them noticed glowing red eyes in the darkness staring at them before they disappeared into the darkness the two of them completely silent until Dillon asked “So why am I going into tha- And she's gone” Dillon comments as the wolf disappeared from her place next to him.

Dillon sighed as he muttered to himself “Great I'm by myself again, you know what the hell might as well do it I have nothing better to do” the boy says to himself before stating “I might get some answers but that not likely to be the case” as he began walking towards the castle.

As he reaches the front one of the doors falls next to him as he jumps up in surprise “note to self watch where I walk when I'm at the castle” he muttered to himself as he climbed over the other door to get inside.

He jumped to the ground as he looked around letting out a whistle “Whoever built this castle knew what they were doing” he said walking forward noticing a set of stairs that were destroyed.

“Well that's a no go,” he said to himself before noticing a cracked open door walking towards it as he then opened it and walked through seeing a spiral staircase which was mostly still in one piece.

“Onwards and upwards I guess…” Dillon started walking up the stairs taking careful steps not to fall in the multiple holes that were on each step.

“What the hell happened in this place?”.

A few minutes passed as he continued walking up the stairs until he came to a door at the top and as he came off the last step he heard rumbling come from behind as he turned to see the stairs fall apart and fall down the stairway.

“Well not going back that way then” He comments walking through the door “Wonder how this place was when it was occupied must have been nice” he continues as he walks into each room.

“That looks like an important door” Dillon commented, poking his head through one of the doorways seeing a much bigger door that was still in one piece.

He walked up to it and examined the door pushing against it only for it to not budge then attempting to pull it only for the same result “No dice guess I'm not going in there”.

“Now I didn’t expect to see you here Dillon,” a voice said behind him as he looked behind himself to see a humanoid figure behind him.

“Who are you, how do you know me?” Dillon replied cautiously.

“Aw, I'm hurt you don’t remember your rival” the figure states coming out from the shadows revealing a humanoid robot who held a smug smirk on his face.

“Yeah, you're not ringing any bells buddy”.

The robot's smirk faltered before going silent, taking out a blade from his sheath pointing it at Dillon stating “Transform”.

“What?”.

“I said transform”.

“I don’t know what you're talking about dude” Dillon replied with an uneasy look on his face.

“Transform dammit!” the robot shouted as he lunged toward Dillon slashing at him Dillon dodging the slash last second as he ran away.

“Come back here you bastard!” the robot shouted towards Dillon chasing after him Dillon then shouting back “leave me alone!”.

Dillon then heard something land next to him on the walls hearing a rapid beeping noise coming from it “Oh shi-” Dillon was about to say before diving away from it an explosion destroying the wall.

Dillon continued to run, hearing the robot not far behind him each step he took he heard him get closer as he turned multiple corners until he came up to another seeing a one-way hallway and a window.

He then heard the robot throw more of those explosives as he continued to run saying “I'm gonna regret this!” as he jumped through the window falling through an explosion ringing through it propelling him forward “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” he shouted as he fell through the roof of a nearby building.

“Ow...that hurt,” Dillon grunted as he stood himself up looking up at the hole he made seeing the robot shout at him “slippery bastard I swear the next time I see you you're dead!”.

“I don't even know you!” Dillon shouted at the robot who didn’t hear him as he walked out of view.

Dillon then sighed as he patted himself off “at least that's over with for now”.

“I'm done with you yet!” the robot shouts landing next to Dillon going in for an attack as Dillon let out a yelp in fear “What do you want from me!?.

The robot laughs crazily before feeling something tap its shoulder stopping immediately to look around before feeling another one before looking at Dillon and snarling out “are you doing this!?”.

He then felt something tapping his shoulder again, as a voice said seemingly into his ears, “Hey… you looking for something?”

“What the hell where's that voice coming from!?” the robot said brandishing his sword looking around frantically as Dillon crawled away to hide behind a rock.

“It’s behind you,” the same voice responded in a mocking tone before something cut through the robot’s arm that was holding the sword before it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the arm still grasping the sword's handle.

The robot looked at its disembodied arm and looked at his socket before grasping it, the pain finally settling in as he attempted to hold in a scream before feeling something grab his head.

“W-what happening to me?” he said as he went to grab the thing that was grasping his head only to find nothing “W-what?”

“Are you confused?” A disembodied voice asked as his head was suddenly pulled downwards before hitting something one the way down a small dent forming in his face, before shortly after being lifted back up as something struck him in the chest.

He gasped out as he looked down to his chest, as the metal began to warp and he felt something constantly striking him leave numerous large dents in it.

The robot saw Dillon hiding behind the rock as he reached out his remaining hand and pointed it towards Dillon before he saw the entire arm begin to slowly twist as creaking was heard from it until the entire arm rotated around itself multiple times the metal slowly twisting more each second but not breaking from his body.

The robot face twisted in agony as he let out a scream in pain “Why, Why are you savoring this why won’t you just kill me and end it there!?”.

“There are many fates far worse than death,” the voice responded before adding in a mocking tone, “why does this hurt?” as the arm twisted more the entire arm now looking like a corkscrew as loud snapping noises were heard from inside it, followed by sparks shooting from the entire arm.

The robot let out another scream “Please stop!” he pleads before feeling the voice twist his arm even further than before. “I’ll do anything please just stop,” the robot begged, his voice becoming slightly distorted as he grits his teeth in pain, the agony showing in his eyes.

He was then slowly lifted from the ground, his arm seemingly being released slightly as it did, before the voice asked. “When you say anything. How much are you willing to give me?”

“I’ll give you my service, my entire being just please…..please stop”. The robot pleaded before he was once again struck in the chest repeatedly as more dents formed.

“Oh, I think you can offer more than that, make it worth my while.”

“Then what would you ask of me?” the robot asked gasping out from the strikes to his chest before continuing “Do you want info because I have plenty of that”.

“Oh. Im taking that… and so much more,” the voice responded.

The robot gasped out before muttering “My spark…” as his eyes began to dim slowly going blank as before he went completely limp.

“Oh you're not leaving yet,” the voice responded as red sparks jolted through the robot's body as the entire chest and legs of the robot were covered by jet black metal, as the robot's eyes returned to normal. “we’re just starting to get to know each other.”

“What was that, how did you do that?…” the robot gasps out shocked at what had just happened.

“W-what are you?”.

A familiar black armored figure slowly appeared it’s red eyes staring at the robot, “Something beyond your comprehension, “Now… what can do to you,” the voice added it’s hands rubbing over the robot's body, red sparks flowing into it as he did.

The robot grunts out in pain before screaming again as he felt a burning sensation from the red sparks covering his body, him feeling parts of his body change, his screams getting louder, his body starting to go limp again only for the sparks to prevent him from fading away again.

“It hurts, why are you keeping me alive please just let me die” he whimpered.

“As I said, there are fates worse than death,” the figure responded, “welcome to your neverending nightmare. You're not going to die anytime soon.”

“Why are you doing this?” he stuttered out still in pain coughing as he felt his vision get blurry again feeling another shock from the as his body seized back up as he began muttering “Kill me” over and over tears going down his face

The figure then grabbed the robot's face forcing him to look at him before he said, “are you enjoying yourself?” in a mocking tone as the robot was lowered to the floor now forced to look at the figure who was towering over him.

“Please just end it” he whimpered out the fear evident on his face as gasps slowly turned to sobs.

He then felt something rub the top of his head before the voice said, “don’t cry, why don’t you take a look at yourself, tell me what you think.”

“W-what?” He replied confused as he saw his reflection seeing every part of his body but his head was jet black with small red markings that were reminiscent of small spirals and eyes that were peppered around the jet black area of his body.

“What's happening, what are these marks?” He quietly asks.

“I decided to do some, remodeling to your body. Afterall. You did offer yourself to me from this day onwards. Do you like the new you?” the figure responded to a chuckle.

He stayed silent before responding “I-i don’t know, I think I do” he said before shaking his head “What was I saying again?” he asked before saying “wait a minute no I like being me I don’t want to be changed into something im not”.

“I don’t want to be turned into someone's plaything, to someone that can be changed on a whim” he whimpered out as he grit his teeth.

“It seems a few other… improvements are needed then,” the figure responded as he began to move his head up the robot's body red sparks following his hand upwards as more black covered his body.

The robot's body tensed up as he felt the red sparks go through his body once more as he gasped out “What's happening to me!?”.

“A bit of… re-modeling,” the figures responded as he hand reached the robot's neck as he felt the sparks against it and saw more black metal slowly creeping towards his face, “ and maybe- a lot of reprogramming as well I haven’t decided just yet.”

The figure then pulled his hand away as the black metal stopped just before reaching his head, “I feel like something’s missing… what do you think?”

“No… I don’t want to be changed, I want to be me, I don’t want to be a puppet” he whimpered out as tears started going down his face again “I don’t want to be stuck in my head…”.

The figure just began laughing at the robot's comments before saying, “you know… those are some good ideas. I wasn’t even thinking of that as a method… maybe I’ll do what you just suggested.” The figure then stood up holding the arm that had been cut from the robot's body in his hand, “I think this needs reattaching, but what to do with the colors… they don’t really fit now.”

“I-I don’t know” the robot stuttered out as he noticed some parts of his body’s coloring going to a dark red most of it being noticeable on his legs, arms, and chest “w-what the hell?”.

“It seems that you want these changes more than you think, your bodies making them itself,” the figure responded before he moved his hand over the dents in the robot's chest as they slowly began to repair themselves, “maybe you really want to become my puppet… does the thought of becoming my personal plaything bring you some kind of pleasure?”

“N-no it doesn’t….”. The robot replied squirming around as he shouted “I don’t like any of this, I don’t enjoy being someone's plaything!” the robot then closing his eyes attempting to look away before feeling something force them open.

“Are you lying to me,” the figure asked, “because I don’t tolerate those who do,” the figure added, as the robot felt a familiar burning sensation on the back of his head and neck.

“I'm not lying, I swear I'm telling the truth!” The robot shouted out in fear before feeling the burning sensation get worse as he screamed out “I wasn’t lying!”.

The figure then sighed as the burning sensation stopped and he pulled his hand away, the back of the robots head now covered in the same metal as that covering its body, the top of his head showing dark brown hair that went down to his cheeks as well as his eye color changing to an azure blue.

“Are you sure? I feel like you're making most of the decisions for how your new body looks yourself,” the figure admitted, “maybe you should start being honest with yourself and the new you.”

The figure then held the disconnected arm up in a position that the robot could see it as the arm began to be covered in flames as the metal looked to shift and warp in the figure's hands as it visibly changed in front of him, the arm turning black like the rest of his body with what looked to be some kind of marking on the palm of the hand.

“What is that...marking?” the robot asked confused.

The figure didn’t respond as the flames faded before the arm was forcibly reattached to the robot’s body before waves of intense heat spread through the robot's entire body, the red sparks covering his entire form moving through the reattached arm.

The robot screamed in pain, his body shaking in agony from the heat felt through his body as each spark made the pain worse, the robot's voice slowly becoming hoarse from his pain-filled screams.

This lasted for a few seconds before the heat faded and the figure stepped in front of the robot, “and done. Why don’t you take a look at your new arm?”

The robot gasped out as he slowly glanced at his new arm that was attached to him as it looked like every other change with jet black metal other than the fact that on the palm it held a crimson eye that looked to almost be bleeding.

“That mark looks exactly like your’s” the robot states, noticing the same mark on the figure's chest before his eyes widened his voice stuttering out “N-no this mark did you brand me?”.

“Well… you did offer your existence to me. I just gave you a permanent reminder of that offer,” the figure responded, “now… what do you have to say to me before I finish my remodeling work? We just have two bits of you left to fix.”

“Thank you?” the robot replied not knowing what else to say “wait why did i just say thank you to someone who enslaved me, what did you do to me!?”.

“All I did was brand you… admittedly it forces unwavering loyalty upon you towards me and forces you to follow my orders, but that's all it is beyond a reminder of who you now serve.”

“So I've lost my ability to choose for myself now that I serve you?” He questions the figure.

“Well… maybe not… only if you wanted to choose something that goes against my orders,” the figure responded before sparks funneled to the robot's other arm as it slowly began to twist backward as it began to slowly untwist itself.

He grunts in pain as he felt his arm twist back to normal as he saw it starting to change to how his other arm looked “That freaks me out and hurts like hell….”.

“Well. We only have one more fix to make,” the figure responded as he looked down at the robot, “Look at me now!”

The robot instantly looked up at the figure with a blank look in his eyes before it turned into shock “Wait how did you, did you just?”.

The figure didn’t respond as his hand was covered by crimson flames as he slowly reached it towards the robot's face who attempted to move his head away only to find he was unable to even move it an inch, as he felt the heat from the flames radiating towards his face.

“Oh god please no” the robot whimpered out, the figure slowly moving its burning hand towards the robots face, the only part of him remaining unchanged by the figure.

“Please don’t do this..” the robot continued to plead getting only silence from the figure as he felt the figures hand less than an inch away from his face, “Please don-” the robot was going to plead before being silenced by the figure's hand on his face screaming in agony as he felt his face burning.

After a moment the figure pulled his hand away from the robots face as it gasped out his body shaking in pain his head leaning down as he saw a glow reflecting from his arm, when he went to focus his vision he saw his eyes in the reflection seeing that they were two marks matching the brands on his hands now in his eyes that seemed to be pulsating one crimson and one azure.

“What, what did you do to me, what did you do to my eyes?” he then whimpered out

“I thought it a nice touch to make some other marks you can’t ever hide from others to show them who you belong to,” the figure admitted.

“You're enjoying this aren’t you…” the robot stuttered out

“Oh very much so,” the figure responded as he reached under the robot's chin forcing it to look at him, “I think you look a lot better… but I feel like you're missing a few things to make others eyes focus on your new brands. What else do you think I could add, to make them see your new marking easily?”

“I don’t kn-” the robot was about to say before stopping his eyes going dull before saying “You could make the marks glow brighter so they are the first thing others can see”.

“You know that's not a bad idea,” the figure responded before rubbing his chin, “is there anything else to add to the rest of you though. Parts of you do look a bit… bare?”

“N-no please someone stop him,” the robot said in his head before his eyes went dull again responding “if you specify which parts I can most likely give suggestions”.

The figure seemed to chuckle before he said, “where do you feel like you need some more markings on your body.”

“You could add the markings to my forehead, shoulder or back” he responded as he said in his head “Someone, anyone please….save me” as he broke down in his head.

“I don’t think you need more on your face after your eyes glow brighter… but the others are tempting,” the figure responded as he rubbed his hand down the robot's shoulders two new colored lines forming being filled by the same color as those in his eyes. He then leaned in towards the robot before whispering into his ear, “nobodies coming to save you, my little puppet.”

His eyes widened as tears began to form angling his head down as the figures words began to reverberate in his head, “This is my fate, to become someone's puppet to lose what made me who I am, to be stuck inside my own head” the robot muttered to himself tears running down his face.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m sure you will just love the new you,” the figure responded, as his heads moved over the robots back as the two lines converged creating a large eye-shaped brand on its back composed of the two colors in his eyes. “Besides, soon this will never be able to be removed, or you being killed, or destroyed. As long as I remain, so will you.”

“So I can’t even die”.

“Nope,” the figure responded before whispering yet again, “welcome to a fate worse than death, I hope you enjoy your stay my little puppet.”

The robot's face started to change to multiple emotions before going completely blank as he leaned his head down going completely silent as the tears continued to go down his face.

The figure then walked back in front of the robot before calmly asking, “now… how do you feel?”

“I feel like….” the robot began to mutter before his eyes went blank again as he said, “I feel like a weight has been taken off of my shoulders…”.

“What the hell I wasn’t gonna say that why did i suddenly change it?”.

“What do you really think,” the figure voice asked, the sound seeming to echo inside his head, “I want to hear the nameless robots opinion, not my puppets.”

“I don’t know how to feel I can’t escape this fate by dying and I can’t refuse orders as you said before it's a fate worse than death”.

“Don't be like that. The least you can do is tell me everything you think… not like anyone else will be speaking with this version of you for a long, long time after this,” the figure responded.

The robot went silent for a moment before responding “I feel free but also feel like I'm trapped in a cage with no way out”. He let out a bitter chuckle as he continued “Maybe this is for the best. I won’t terrorize people anymore and just watch from the inside of my own mind”.

“Maybe this can act as my new self or rebirth or some people call it a second to make up for my sins,” he said before stating “You know now the more I think about this the more fitting this feels I'm okay with this”.

“And I accept every bit of what's going to happen to me”.

“You changed your tune very quickly,” the figure's voice responded.

“There's no point in ruminating in fear and hatred besides I ain’t gonna die anytime soon and like I said the more I thought about this the more fitting it seemed to be with all the shit I've done in the past”.

“And your thoughts towards me now?” the figure asked

“to be completely honest with you I don’t really know, maybe someone that gives rightful punishment to people who deserve it”.

“Well then, it appears that you’ve accepted everything… Maybe I'll let the old you back eventually… who knows. But for now. I have things to sort.” the voice admitted.

“Do you think I can look through my eyes while I'm in here so I'm not just stuck here in the darkness?”.

“Is there a reason you want to see what you are forced to do?”

“I would say it adds on to my fate and at least i can see people and I honestly do well with being by myself for long periods of time”.

“We’ll see,” the voice responded as it went quiet the area going pitch black in the robot's mind.

He went to say something before stopping himself “I…..I understand” he responded, sitting himself down holding his legs to his chest as he closed his eyes as the dark began to encircle him, as he muttered to himself, “I deserve every bit of this….” as he lowered his head.

“I just hope that the me that's out there becomes better than how I am right now because I deserve every bit of this,” he stated as the darkness completely enveloped him as he then muttered “a fate fitting for a bastard like me”.

“Anything you want to confess to the only being who will listen from now on,” the voice asked as the robot’s consciousness felt something wrap around where a head would be on his body, while something seemed to cover where his eyes would be.

“For the first time in my life I actually don’t feel cold, I feel warm….” The robot muttered before continuing “ I don’t know why but a part of me has always felt like it’s been dead like there was a part of me that I didn’t know about that I've always questioned it but never got answers”.

“I would always say it's probably for the best that I don’t know because I probably wouldn’t like what I found”.

“But the more I start to think about things the more I realize that I hated how things were before I was just nobody no one would care if I were to disappear hell I probably wouldn’t even care,” He said with a chuckle.

“So you dislike how and who you were?” the voice asked

“You could say that” He responded before continuing “I hated the fact that I put off those feelings as nothing and just became like everyone else just sheep that follow orders”.

“What were the last orders you were given before today?”

“Find the remaining rpm rangers and take care of them. I've been out in this place since yesterday and they said if I didn't find one don’t bother even coming back” he replied.

“Honestly I didn’t even expect to find one in this castle but he seems to not remember anything, not even being a ranger”.

“Besides throughout yesterday and today I was just messing around seeing no point in actually doing it since there was only one that actually got away,” he said before muttering “And when I saw that he didn’t even remember me or anything else I think it was the first time I was actually angry…”.

“And why did that make you angry,” the voice asked, a faint crimson light seeming to flicker in the robot's mind.

“The fact that he basically has amnesia now and all the encounters I've had with him are possibly gone forever just angered me to no end”.

“I don’t know why it bothers me so much but it does and it's eating me up on the inside...”. He then paused before adding, “It's not like we were friends but we didn’t mind each other either”.

He then sighed “Maybe a part of me did think we were friends when he didn’t remember it hurt, I don’t get it at all, I didn't really feel anything before If anything I was just indifferent so why am I feeling this way now of all times?..”

“Why the hell am I like this, Did I somehow become more human than I was before”.

“Do you want me to stop you feeling like this?” the voice asked as the light seemed to shine brighter in the distance.

“Yes, No, I don’t know these feelings don’t feel bad but I just don’t understand them” he replied going silent in thought.

“I think I’ll stick to feeling them for now at least until I start to understand them at least.”.

“That is your choice then,” the voice responded as he felt whatever had covered his face being pulled away, “See the world through the looking glass, and watch your new life unfold.”

He opened his eyes to see the outside world again as he was unable to move his body “I'm back out but I can't move...” he said before chuckling “I'm okay with this at least I'm not stuck in the darkness”.

The figure only nodded at the motionless robot before he calmly said. “Good now, pick up that weapon and leave. I want you patrolling the forest until told otherwise,”

“Ok……” the robot responded as he picked up the weapon on the ground and walked out to the forest.

“Uh is that you Shade?” Dillon whimpered as he was still behind the rock hiding as he was peeking over to see.

The figure simply looked back to Dillon before giving him a single wave as he looked at him.

“Hi,” Dillon said, waving back as he asked, “Did you know I was here, or are you here for your own reasons also what the hell was that!?”.

“I’m here for my own reasons, but someone needed to save you,” Shade responded before turning away, “Try to not get killed kiddo.”

“O-ok” Dillon replied, standing himself up and dusting himself off “So why are you he- and he’s already gone,” Dillon said with a sigh seeing that Shade already left “I should find a way out of here because that was enough action for me today...” he said looking around to find a nearby door.

“Onwards I guess…” he muttered pushing open the door only to find another set of hallways “why did they make this place so confusing to navigate Dammit!” he shouted in frustration as he walked forward, walking into the rooms for some hope of an exit.

This went one for multiple minutes as Dillon walked through each hallway and walked into the rooms each time he got more frustrated realizing most of the rooms he passed are ones he’s already been in “What the, I just passed this area!”.

“I’ve been going in circles” he groaned out in frustration as he began walking again passing all the rooms he was already in before feeling ringing in his ears grunting out in discomfort “Dammit ow….” before feeling the nubs on the top of his head beginning to get bigger.

“Oh no not now” He groans out as the growth of them was getting faster until they fully came out with an audible pop Dillon shouting out in pain as he grasped it in pain, the ringing started to slowly stop “Why did I let her bite me…..” he said to himself shaking his head.

He went to walk again but suddenly stopped the ears on the top of his head twitching as he heard a voice shout out “Who goes there!?”.

“Oh, crap…” Dillon muttered as heard footsteps coming to his direction looking to one of the rooms and opting to hide in one of them.

He runs into the room to the left of him as he hears the footsteps get louder and closer, hiding on a nearby wall.

“From one hell and into another, why can’t I catch a break man….” Dillon thought to himself as he tried to keep himself as quiet as possible”.

He hears them pass the room he’s in and sighs in relief “That was close” he muttered to himself before hearing them stop halfway and turn back around as he saw the door to the room he was in slowly creep open.

As soon as the door was opened completely he saw a large female figure walk into the room, she had jet black skin along with two wings and a horn and flowing blue hair that looked to shimmer almost like it was replicating the stars. She also wore a set of bright blue armor that looked to barely cover her body revealing her chest to him.

Dillon blushed at her outfit “That barely covers anything!” he thought to himself trying to keep himself silent as he looked to for an exit he can go through without alert her to his presence seeing a hole in the wall to his right as he slowly shuffled towards it as he tried to keep quiet only for his leg to hit a nearby wooden cabinet the figure then looking at him directly as he let out a nervous chuckle “Uhm hello”.

The figure looked at him with a confused look before her horn was surrounded in a blue glow as Dillon was surrounded by it and lifted into the air, the figure looking at him curiously, “You know… I could use a new wolf to keep as my pet, and you already look the part.”

“Uhm pardon? ” Dillon replied with a nervous look on his face.

“And you already know how to speak,” the figure responded with a smile, “you may also already be castle trained aswell. You’ll make the perfect guard dog and companion for me,” she added as she rubbed Dillon behind one of his new ears holding him close to her bare breasts as they rubbed up against his body.

Dillon's leg began to twitch as a dopey grin appeared on his face as she continued to do this for a few seconds until he shook his head and moved it out of the way shouting towards her “Stop that!”.

“Is the little puppy a bit grumpy,” the mare responded as he rubbed the back of Dillon's head rocking him side to side in her magic, “maybe you need some sleep.” she added as she once again scratched him behind his ear.

‘Nope, I don’t need...sleep, what the hell?” Dillon replied, suddenly feeling tired.

“Don’t worry, get some rest then we can start on your training,” the figure responded tapping him on the nose as she continued rocking him in her magic.

“Why am I so tired all of sudden?” Dillon thought to himself trying to fight off his exhaustion as he attempted to get his head away from her hand succeeding.

She went to scratch his ear again only for him to move his head out of the way each time she attempted to do it.

“Stop fidgeting, it’s not that bad.” the mare responded as she started to walk out the room as she carried Dillon in her magic, holding his head against her breasts again.

Dillon blushed in response as he tried looking away in embarrassment, only to get the front of his face pushed between both breasts at once.

“Oh my god,” Dillon thought to himself repeatedly in his head as his blush deepened his face completely red as he started to stammer out in embarrassment as he tried to move from her chest, his hair covering his eyes as he attempted to move away from her chest accidentally placing his hand on one her breasts by accident.

“Oh. You're a bit hands on for a pet aren’t you,” the mare responded before rubbing Dillon's head.

“ Sorry I didn’t mean to do that” Dillon whimpered out in response as he attempted moving his head away again thinking to himself “this really isn’t how I thought how I would end up today”.

He continued to do this as she walked through the halls as Dillon asked her “W-where are you even taking me anyway?” he asked as he looked up at her face, his face still red in embarrassment.

“Wait a minute scratch that thought, who in the world are you anyway?” he then asked her curiosity in his voice still attempting to avoid her hand.

“Do you really want to know?” the figure asked as she began to scratch Dillon under the chin.

“W-will I regret that decision if you do tell me” Dillon replied.

“Depends… do you like the night?”

“Yeah I do, I like looking at the stars when it's night time, I find it comforting” Dillon replied with a tilt of his head noticing his voice was muffled by her assets before tilting his head to the opposite side in embarrassment.

“Well. That's good and you can call me, Nightmare Moon. And from now on the night will never end,” the mare responded before whispering something to herself as she rubbed the back of Dillon's head pushing his head back in between her breasts again in the process.

Dillon's body stiffened up in embarrassment before it went back to being limp, his left leg twitching as her assets muffled his incoherent babbling, his mind swirling before getting his head free as he took a deep breath.

“I swear this is going to be the thing that kills me,” he thought to himself, still gathering his breath as he looked up at her before looking away, his blush still visible on his face muttering to himself “Out of all things to happen today I didn’t expect this at all especially to this caliber” as he then asked her “By the way where are we going anyway?” he asked her curious.

“Oh just to my throne room, I’ve got some guests to wait for.” Nightmare moon responded as she rubbed the back of Dillon’s neck.

“And who are you waiting for?” Dillon then asked, his ears twitching in response to her rubbing the back of his neck.

“If I’m right, a few mares… although the reason they’re coming isn’t really needed,” Nightmare Moon admitted.

“What do you mean?” asked her confused “What would be their reason to be here if it isn’t needed… if you don’t mind me asking?” he then asked before feeling her continue to rub the back of his neck.

“It doesn’t matter,” the mare responded before stopping as she seemed to sit down as Dillon now sat in her lap the back of his head against her breasts yet again.

“Uhm ok” Dillon replied as he leaned his head forward out of her breasts as he noticed that he and she were in a large expansive throne room. There were tattered, faded banners flapping in the wind on the walls, collapsed walls near the doorway, and the wooden door ahead of them looking rotten.

“This place has definitely seen better days” Dillon muttered to himself.

“One Thousand moons on the moon can do a lot to a place… or did he say your kind call them years?” Nightmare Moon admitted as Dillon realized he was no longer being held in the mares magic.

“Y-yeah we call them that” he replied before pausing and looking at her in confusion asking her “Wait who are you talking about?”.

“That really doesn’t matter,” Nightmare Moon responded with a dismissive wave as what looks to be some sort of mist seemed to reconnect to her hair.

“If you say so” Dillon replied looking forward again before glancing at her hair, his eyes widening slightly as he quietly said to himself “Whoa cool…..”.

He then shook his head as he went to get himself off her lap going down to the stone floor as he began to walk away looking towards the big cracked windows and tattered curtains and carpet before coming up in front of the door they went through as he motioned his hand towards it.

“Are you trying to leave?” Nightmare asked as Dillon felt himself once again being covered by her magic.

“No, I was just gonna take a walk and come back when I was done with it” Dillon quickly responded as he looked back at her with a fanged smile.

“Really,” the mare responded with a smile, “well you better come back soon, or I’ll drag you back to me myself.”

“I promise,” Dillon replied with a smile as he walked out the room as he went out of sight.

“Now which direction do I go?” Dillon muttered to himself as he saw 3 separate hallways in front of him.

He stood there for a few seconds as he then said “Eeny, meeny, miny....that one” Dillon stated as he walked through the hallway to his left as he glanced around himself noticing that the doors and wallpaper looked different.

“I don’t recognize the walls and doors this time so at least I know I'm somewhere new and not going in circles this time”.

He continued walking for a few minutes until he came across a large broken-down door and climbed over it finding himself outside seeing the entrance of the castle not that far from him.

He sighed as he jumped onto the ground walking towards the nearby forest, stopping suddenly “she seemed so nice, why am I leaving?”.

“No the forest is my home, I belong there,” Dillon said to himself before stopping again as he grasped his head and growled out in frustration “Why am I so conflicted she was gonna make me her pet!”.

“She didn’t seem so bad though she was kinda nice and it felt good to actually have a long conversation with someone after a while”.

“No just keep walking Dillon, and don’t turn around”.

He then shook his head as he kept walking “No the forest is my home I belong there”.

“Don’t turn around” he repeatedly muttered before feeling his feet shift as his body turned around “Why am I turning around!?” as he then said “Screw it, at least I'll have someone to talk to” running back towards the exit he came through hopping through the busted down door.

Dillon gasped at this muttering to himself “How did I- oh crap!” as he realized he was still propelling forward pushing his feet outwards to catch himself only to tumble forward on his side as he groaned out in pain “Ow…”.

“Why is it today of all days is when I get hurt the most….” he muttered to himself pushing himself off from the ground.
He steadied himself before shaking off the dirt that got caught on his cloak before feeling the nub of his tail start to push out as he doubled over in discomfort and pain feeling pressure on that specific area as it got longer until he heard an audible poof as it stopped, letting out a shaky breath he looked towards his back to see the tail fully grown out with fur the tail itself fairly large while the fur itself was very long and puffed out.

He sighed at this and stood himself back up and began to run again going through the hallway to not find the door he went through before.

“What the?” he muttered before his nose twitched leaning forward and sniffed out a certain scent that was familiar to him “Well if my vision isn’t gonna help me might as well follow my nose”.

“And… that way” he then said as he pointed towards the left of him going down that path his stature slowly going lower with each step he took.

The smell started to get stronger from each turn he took before he suddenly went on all fours speeding up.

He ran through multiple hallways for a few minutes until suddenly stopping in front of the door to the throne room, He let out a whistle stating “I'm surprised I found my way back here, This castle is confusing to navigate in”.

He went to grab the nob before realizing he was lower towards the ground “Wait why was I on the ground?” he went back on his feet shrugging it off, grabbing the doorknob and turning it The boy then noticed a bright light coming from under the doorway.

“What in the world,” he said to himself as he rushedly pulled the door open as he went into the room only to find nothing.

The boy shouted then shouted out “Hey I came back like I promised I would!” walking forward towards the throne at the other end of the room.

“Are you still here?” Dillon said out loud the ears on top of his head drooping down a bit “Where’d you go?”.

“How long have I been gone, I swear it was only for a few minutes and what was that light?” he said to himself.

The ears on the top of his head began to twitch as he muttered “ I hear something” as he looked towards the left side of the throne seeing an open entrance.

Dillon sighs as he shrugged “Might as well” he stated as he walked towards the entrance a nervous look on his face while he walked inside.

“I hear voices but who are they?” the boy thought to himself.

After a few minutes of walking, he came to a cracked open door as he heard the voices clearly as he slowly pushed it open to avoid making noise.

Going through the door he saw a group of individuals he didn’t recognize, What confused him further was that they were ponies.

“I feel like I should know what's going on but really I don’t...” he thought to himself.

“What the hell is going on?” he said out loud by mistake, the ponies looking towards his direction seeing nothing as he hid behind the door.

“Stupid, why did i have to open my mouth,” he thought to himself as he heard them talk amongst themselves as he peeked from the door one of the ponies with rainbow-colored hair flying away.

Dillon continued to peek through towards them before opting to leave, accidentally making the door fully open as they looked in his direction again before pulse rang through the whole room all of its occupants suddenly slowing down to a halt Dillon included.

“What the hell is happening, why am I going so slow?” Dillon thought to himself “Today is just getting more strange by the minute who or what is doing this?”.

His ears started to pick up sound from somewhere, the sound getting more clear by the second as he thought to himself “Wait is there a fight going on?”.

After a few seconds of listening, he stated “Yeah there's a fight going on but who’s fighting exactly”.

“Is it Shade that's fighting?” Dillon questioned himself “He did say he came to this castle for his own reasons”.

“If it is him, I hope he gets it taken care of soon”.

Dillon then thought to himself “Why was I even pointed to this castle in the first place doesn’t even seem I know anyone here other than Shade and Nightmare moon and even then I just met them today and that robot guy that somehow knew me and I didn't recognize him at all, why did this happen today of all days? ”.

“Wait, if that guy knew me did he know where I came from?” Dillon questioned himself “does he know why I don’t remember anything else other than waking up in that cave?”.

“I've just been having these weird thoughts lately…”.

“I can barely even tell if most of the stuff I see is actually real or just in my head, Is any of this real or not, am I just gonna wake up in that cave alone again just to find out all of this was just a fucked up dream!?”.

“No don’t think like that just need to calm down if this was a dream i would have woken up at this point”.

“Okay just focus on getting out of here when you can move again because I don't think these ponies are gonna be that friendly towards me..”.

“Just gotta wait until the right moment,” Dillon thinks to himself as he suddenly feels his body slowly start to move again, everything speeding back up again.

“Oh, here we go” as everything went back into motion again as he heard them shout towards him as he thought to himself “ Ok time to get out of dodge” sprinting out of there as fast as he could.

He ran through each hallway he went through previously as he traced back his steps hopping over random pieces of rubble until he found himself at the door he went through before as he jumped over the broken-down door.

“Finally out now to get back to the den” Dillon muttered to himself as he continued sprinting into the forest running through the paths he could see until he heard the water in the distance.

“At least I know I'm close,” he thought to himself as he picked up the pace watching out for vagrant logs and trees that were on the ground.