Warning! The next my little Pony: friendship is magic fan fiction may contain the explicit death of the main characters, discretion is advised. Needless to mention, I don’t own my little Pony: friendship is magic, nor any of its characters. Enjoy!
Can’t fly…
It’s just another party in the sugar cube corner. Around the sweets and drinks on all the tables, a very special pony ended her party time. The music and giggles thundered in her caring mind, the bodies dancing blurred in her sight and her taste buds refused to finish the cider cup. It was time to go and sleep.
“Oh, it’s very late, I have to go girls”
The yellow Pegasi had enough fun and sweets for one night, her house was waiting for her and so was her bed.
“It was fun, thank you for inviting me again Pinkie”
“You are leaving so soon?!”
“Yeah, I’m tired. Please take care”
“Oki doki, see you soon!” Her disappointment vanished faster than it surfaced, and unlike Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie was just starting.
The melody of the party and the smell of cider softened on her way out, she waved goodbye every pony she knew. The Moon illuminated her path through Ponyville. Most houses were locked and their owners safely resting.
“Boy what a party!”
A stumbling Rainbowdash lingered inside her thoughts. With a leisurely walk she glanced up at the clouds and at the Pegasi flying by.
“I don’t think Rainbowdash will make it home tonight, with all that cider she took her wings won’t make a single coordinate move, hee hee!”
Riding a train of thought was one of her preferred things, especially after a party. A branch snapped on the back, and her thinking derailed forcibly. Fluttershy turned with sudden fear. With the corner of her eye she spotted the blurred image of a blue coat and something like a crescent moon on the road.
“… What was that?”
The yellow Pegasi searched for the blue shape she thought she saw, found nothing but the path she took, the Everfree forest and the broken branch. Now calmed down, Flutteshy decided it was unimportant.
“It could have been an animal that ran to the forest, but a blue animal? A blue creature as big as I am? What could be so fast? Well, Rainbowdash is faster than that, and blue, oh silly me, the cider must have gone all over my head”
Fluttershy giggled to her thoughts and sped up her walk towards her home. Her humble cottage reflected a spotless moonshine, the windows shone water clear and the walls were painted and yet they looked like wild wood. Tulips decorated its front.
Violent chills traversed her body from the head to the tail, some pony or something was definitely watching her. She turned only to find the forest and the extensions of her home. Fluttershy was feeling uneasy. She passed the door and closed it as fast as an eye blink. She peeked through the window and found nothing out of the ordinary.
“There IS something out there, there must be! … I am so paranoid sometimes, probably I got goose bumps from the cold, but I get them all the time anyways”
Flutteshy breathed deeply and examined the insides of her home. Everything was in place, just like she left it. She inhaled again in relief and headed upstairs towards her bedroom and closed the door. Her mattress invited her with a warm and comfortable image. Fluttershy flapped her wings in order to wash way some of her stress, it was one scary walk home but she is inside now, safe and sound.
“Hi”
Fluttershy petrified like a stone and felt instant goose bumps.
“It can’t be I checked the whole house, I am alone here!
Every second she waited pained like cold rain under her yellow coat. Her wings became useless. Her body was too disrupted to make an even movement. Her muscles were too contracted to flex into a tranquil position. She tried to talk but her vocal cords didn’t respond at her command, her body was too unhinged to act as she wanted. Flutteshy was standing there, vulnerable to any possible entity that was behind her, unable to move, unable to escape and incapable of fighting back. Her world was coming apart while her brain pictured every possible thing that was behind. Too afraid to turn and look, Fluttershy just stood there, waiting to hear its voice again, also hoping she didn’t hear anything in the first place and her mind just interpreted a pathetically toned sound into a word.
“I did NOT hear any voice. I mean there’s no way ..."
Conviction is a powerful tool when facing danger, unfortunately is not the best. Mustering enough courage Futtershy spun around and found she was alone in the bedroom. She sighed in relief. There was nothing next to the bedroom door. She spun again, just to double check. Before she could get on the bed, a memory caught her attention, something was off. The bed was made, the books in their right orders and shelves, the window is closed, the bedroom door open. The door is open. Fluttershy stared at the bedroom door.
“Calm down Fluttershy, the door probably opened due to the wind, or you forgot to close it. You just have to close it now”
Fluttershy remained calm, not letting her fears take over again. She walked over the door. Her eyes shifted to the dark corridor which became more perceptible while reducing the distance. Once her hoof was on the knob her eyes locked on a distinctive silhouette passing by in the swarthy corridor. Conviction was required again. Her eyes quickly adjusted to what appear to be an earth pony. It was too dark to make sure. While her eyes accustomed to the darkness, her fears came back. She could both close the door and go to bed like nothing ever happened, or she could search for the source of that illusion.
“W-Who goes there?!”
No one answered, as she hoped … and feared. Fluttershy frowned at her own dark corridor and carefully ventured it. The flower pots, the curtains, the windows, the lavender wallpaper, the purple rug, everything was in its rightful place. The source of her illusion was a mystery.
“Perhaps, it was the cider … No, I feel completely sober. Then what the hell is going on!?”
She made up her mind to go downstairs for a cup of chamomile tea. She needed to calm down and settle this situation so she could finally sleep. She opened a wooden shelf and took a tiny porcelain cup, a jar of honey and the boxed tea bags. She lit the fire in the stove and boiled some water. While fixing her tea she glanced at the front door, it was locked with every single bolt. It eased her mind to know there was no way something was in the house with her. Soon she would go to bed and laugh to this memory next morning. But next morning was further than she believed.
“I hate sinister nights like this. It turns very hard to rest for me”
The flame of the stove provided a warm feeling to her body. It eased her and made her feel safe at home. Once the teabag had expanded its flavors in the tea cup she could finally mix the honey with it. She poured two spoons for good measure.
“Do you really need that much honey?”
Fluttershy didn’t see that coming. Alarming waves of fear traveled her body making her swiftly spin around. Fluttershy fought to keep a steady position, and glanced at his intruder.
“B … AUGHH!”
Her voice cracked in the process of talking, letting a loud gasp come out of her vocals instead of words.
Several seconds passed.
An unknown hooded rogue occupied her tea table. The view of a pony sitting on her tea table eased her worries. As far as she could hope, it was one of her friends, even if the voice wasn’t recognizable. The figure on the table wasn’t familiar, but it was watching her with a solid gaze. She gained control over her body and tried to speak with authority.
“B … But I locked the door!”
Her voice failed to be firm, but every word was clear. The intruder smiled at her comment like if it were a silly old said.
“Yes, it’s locked now”
Fluttershy was confused at first. She deduced she forgot to lock the door on her hasty entry, and was impressed how quick she figured that out. Ignoring her last thoughts, she stared at her intruder and determined his voice was definitely from a colt, it was deep and kept the simplicity of a masculine speaker. He looked down for a second, nodding at Fluttershy and pointing at a cushion with his gaze.
“Sit”
Sit. Fluttershy found the current situation very extraordinary and her unwanted guest kept his cool like if it was another usual day for both of them.
“Sit? You know how late it is? Who…”
His eyes muted her. Staring at his eyes for the first time, Fluttershy witnessed he was not an ordinary colt. It appeared the intruder stared at Fluttershy with vivid eyes, examining and recording every feature of her yellow body, striping her from her coat, her flesh and her very soul. Not making eye contact, he observed her mane, admiring every single string of pink hair. He attentively watched her hooves, the curvature of her body and her wings. He looked fascinated and sort of aroused over her feathers. Finally, he regarded her butterfly flanks. Fluttershy shrunk under a dim red cloud of stalking eyes.
He rotated his gaze to Fluttershy’s eyes and asked with a small and confident smile.
“Could you sit? … Please”
An terrified Fluttershy gave up to his whim and sat on the cushion opposite to his on the tea table. The intruder just kept staring at Fluttershy with a gaze full of pleasure, wonder and approval.
“You are so … fascinating”
Fluttershy blushed over his comment. Even thought the intruder was good-looking, he was in her house without permission and there were many things that needed to be explained. For instance, why he locked the front door, why is he invading her cottage and what was his purpose.
Running out of patience Fluttershy decided it was time to ask questions and settle this situation at once. She got off the cushion and used “the stare”.
“Ok, who are you and what do you think you are doing in my house?”
Her question was completely ignored. The circumstances were already very strange as they were. None of it made sense. Sitting in the middle of the night with some pony she didn’t know, just looking at each other for a long time. He wasn’t flustered by anything she said and her stare affected him as much as her breathing. After long five minutes he finally spoke.
“What’s your name?”
His sudden question caught her off guard. Her first reaction was to hide her head under her shoulders and squeal unintelligible words. With an ashamed face, she composed herself and spoke loud and clear, full of authority.
“You may want to speak your name before asking some pony else’s name”
He smiled wider than last time. Fluttershy could swear she saw silver razors in his mouth.
“My name is not important, yours is the only that matters here”
“Ok, I’m Fluttershy. What are you doing in my house and when are you planning to stop looking at me like that?!”
She almost yelled that last question. With a tender smile he replied.
“Just until I loose interest”
Fluttershy gave him an astonishing look. Out of ideas, she just looked at him right in the eyes anticipating his next thing to say.
“Just who this thinks he is? He entered my house without asking me and now he is disrespectfully talking to me! Flutteshy you cannot let this continue! It is time we put him in his place! … Uh, I mean I put him in his place”
Fluttershy watched him with fierce eyes and readied a scold. Before she could say anything he stood up the table and walked around the house, checking the furniture on the tables and looking inside of the cupboards. He focused his attention on a photo over a round wooden table.
The photography showed Fluttershy and her friends, apparently shoving each other and posing in order to fit inside the shot. Each single one had a particular smile resembling their usual behavior. He looked at it with interest and grasped its frame. He turned his head to Fluttershy.
“They look so … beautiful. May I keep it? … Fluttershy” Celestia knows what he wants that picture for.
Fluttershy lost her fierceness at the last second and nodded to him. She determined it would be five minutes before she could gain it back.
“How kind”
He hid the picture in one of the muffs of his hood-jacket. He raised his head to look at the ceiling, at all the windows and finally at the locked front door. He was observing the space around, searching for possible escape routes. There was none. His smile shifted into a satisfied grin. He turned and stared at Fluttershy with a focused but ominous gaze. He allowed himself towards her direction.
“W-What are you doing?!”
With the most common and current voice possible he replied.
“I am bored”
Fluttershy could see it now, his intentions were not good. She considered in fighting the intruder, but her mind found the idea too risky upon not knowing anything about him. She picked the other alternative. She ran upstairs and hid in her closet. She acted hastily and aimlessly like fire on oil.
Fluttershy could not concentrate with the panic she was in. Momentarily she forgot she could fly, just head to the window and she would be free like a butterfly. The thinking that she could be free right now molested her mind, also knowing she could have just locked he bedroom door. So many possible options to take and she took the worst.
“Why I can’t never do anything right?!”
A furious wave of emotions shook her head. It was that state of her being that she disliked the most, Panic. More specifically, doing the first thing that crossed her mind in order to escape a certain threat, regardless of its repercussions or how it might affect the things to come. That despise of the sudden and overpowering terror was the closest thing to hate Fluttershy could feel. All she could do now was to sit inside the closet and wait surrounded by the few dresses and hats she owned. The several seconds she waited made her feel like a criminal waiting to be executed, as horrible as it might be. She felt like a hopeless prisoner.
She heard hoof-steps inside her bedroom; they became constantly louder as if they were heading directly to the closet.
“PLEASE PLEASE GO AWAY!”
Her mind became louder than the recent party she assisted, louder that her mind had ever been. Flutershy’s heart pumped blood so hard it was painful, the stings in her chest made her want to scream. Betrayed by her vitals, Fluttershy just closed her eyes and waited for the closet door to open and in her mind something as bad as a “certain dead”. She also despised her negativism. Every second was a torturous interval of time, her skin felt as sensible as an exposed nerve just waiting for any kind of injure or pain to prod in her coat.
The hoof-steps stopped.
Fluttershy quieted her body and listened carefully. They sounded like hesitating towards the closet. Surprisingly the hoof-steps turned back and slowly vanished from her hearing. Fluttershy, dead scared, took the opportunity.
'Phew' “That was so close … I better go while I can”
She managed to change her mood by controlling her panic. She was now able to think clearly. Without hesitation Fluttershy got out and quietly approached the closest window.
“So, did you really think I didn’t know you were there? Heh, pitiful”
Fluttershy quickly spun around and almost recovered the panicked state. He was lolling over the closet just waiting for her to voluntarily come out so he could frivolously speak.
“AH LET ME GO!” Too scared to act rationally.
Fluttershy lost it. She let the panic act for her again. She flapped her wings so hard she nearly hit the ceiling. Terror took over as she attempted to reach the window in the room, a way out. The intruder sighed as if treating with a stubborn nuisance.
“Let’s get this over with”
He changed his lounge to a crouch position. He pounced on Fluttershy abruptly smashing her back on the floor. Fluttershy felt his hoof on her chest pinning her down and restraining her attempts to break loose. She desperately fought his strength by hysterically moving all her six. His hoof remained firm as a column and heavy as a boulder. He sighed again.
“You better stop this, you can get yourself hurt”
He applied a devastating pressure on Fluttershy’s chest, forcing her lungs to expand sideways. Her eyes widened with panic and tears while she slowly lost strength in her six limbs. Her respiration was slowly fading and with one final inhalation she weakly pleaded.
“P-please … can’t … br-breath!”
Fluttershy detected the worst kind of sarcasm in his giggles. The pressure on her chest lightened and allowed her to gasp for air. Her mind was overwhelmed with a sense of futility and defeat. She was defenseless and totally under his possession.
Fluttershy closed her eyes defeated, unsure of what this stranger might do to her and expecting the worst.
“You are a likely one, not resisting, not fighting back ... allowing me to do what I please with you. You are … adorable”
Like if she gets to choose. Before Fluttershy could react, the stranger pinned down the helpless pony. Fluttershy remained immobilized and hopeless. He leaned down his face and his behavior totally changed. He considerately breathed on her neck. He caressed her face with the tip of his nose. She feared him, but he acted as if he wanted to make love to her.
He tenderly kissed her lips, his lips tasted like the flower of vanilla before its harvest, and they felt like its petals, swaying in the wind, soaring its direction rather than opposing it.
He leaned back and smiled with the lips drawn back revealing a menacing row of sharp teeth, a grin.
It pooped her dreamy bubble. Fluttershy felt the adrenaline rush traverse her body, incredible strength originated in her limbs. With one quick push, she managed to shove her offender and break loose of him.
“THE WINDOW, WHERE IS IT?!” Her mind was rushing under the effects of the adrenaline.
Fluttershy took flight before locating the window. Once she found it, she flew as fast as she could, not looking behind, ignoring the stabs of pain in her abused body. For her convenience the window was open, she dashed through it and found herself flying 16 feet above the ground. She was out of his reach ...
“Oh no …”
Fluttershy squealed in terror as she felt an unusual stab of pain on her back. Her wings were restrained to her back, incapable of moving. She was losing height at an alarming rate. Something was holding her wings painfully tight. She turned her head and saw the evil grin locked on her wing. As her wings, her hooves were aggressively pulled to her back making her head face the ground. she saw sharp rock below.
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Agony
Pain was all she could think of after gaining consciousness. The discomfort in her head was unbearable; the suffering her wings produced suggested they were in a very bad state, probably unfixable damage was done. Her head felt hollow and at the same time it felt heavy. She felt bathed in a warm liquid, slowly sliding across her body and forming a puddle on the floor.
“…”
Fluttershy found she was unable to think, she wanted to cry but her system found no point in doing so. Slowly she opened her eyes. Blurred images filled her mind until her vision adjusted to the darkness. She recognized her living room and her kitchen. She realized she was inside her home lying on the floor. With much effort she lifted her hoof and touched the top of her head. It felt like something was missing. A stream of a liquid pumped uncontrollably out of her head.
“H-he…”
She tried to speak, to ask for help but found herself too weak to command her vocals. The unknown puddle increased as she kept trying to call for help, she tried to stand up but she lacked the strength and tools to do so.
“H-help, p-please … Ra-Rainbowdash …” She used the last of her energy in those three words. She wanted her, and she wanted her strength as well.
Finally some pony came. Her eyes shifted to him and filled with hot tears.
“I said you could get yourself hurt” Again the loathsome sarcasm.
It was who she expected but not who she wanted. She spotted red stains in his lower lip which made him look like a monster. The sight of him gave Fluttershy a feeling of total despair. Death was the only thing left for her, it just felt so inevitable now. The intruder kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to say something. After realizing she would not and could not speak, a gesture of disappointment manifested in his eyes.
“Nah, you are wasted. I hate impetuous ponies like you. They panic, they begin a scandal and then I have to handicap and/or ... deceased them. It brings down the climax I work so hard to elaborate …”
Fluttershy just stared at the ceiling waiting for everything to finish. That moment when you are facing an imminent end, when all you can do is wait for it to come is by far the most abhorrent feeling she ever felt. Not because of the pain, or because of the impending death, but because of the hopelessness, because of the impotence.
“At first you looked so confused, so scared, so … easy. But you knock me away and left your fears behind, that was very impressive and you proved yourself to be an entertaining partner for tonight …”
His speech sounded senseless to her. At death’s door everything seems senseless
“I’m sorry I had to bite your wing Fluttershy, but I had no alternatives when you took flight …”
The light in her eyes was slowly fading as her soul was looking for a way out. Its chains to the damaged body were broken and it could now vanish and reach the unknown.
“I am also eager to visit your friends …”
“… No, not the girls”
So far Fluttershy remained undisturbed on the ground coated in her blood, but his last comment made her breathe convulsively followed by loud gargles due to her throat’s spasms. she was slowly suffocating. Fluttershy attemped to breath, she tried to live, but her body was reluctant. The shock has been too much. Contrations, spasm, tremors ...
A very motionless state finished her convulsions.
He watched how all her vitals ceased functioning. He exhaled audibly pretending to be exhausted and walked opposite to the Pegasi from which he completely lost interest.
He spotted a particular mug on the counter and approached it. He looked at it suspiciously and delicately sipped it.
“Thinkin about it, the soft sweetness of this tea clearly demonstrates you poured the very exact quantity of honey!”
His laughter silenced the night.
Warning! The next my little Pony: friendship is magic fan fiction may contain the explicit death of the main characters, discretion is advised. Needless to mention, I don’t own my little Pony: friendship is magic, nor any of its characters. Enjoy!
It is for the best …
“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique the most marvelous, fashionable and fabulous!”
Irritated by her highly decorated greeting, Twilight Sparkle paced her way towards her most sophisticated friend.
“Rarity I seen the place a billion times! You don’t have to salute me like I’m a customer”
“Oh please Twilight I’m just beaming the category of my shop a little, so feign to be impressed”
Rolling her eyes Twilight opened her saddle bag and levitated a white refined sheet of fabric out of it. Rarity’s eyes lit as stars.
“Twilight … is this?”
“Yes, magically enhanced silk. It was easy to develop once I got Spike to not eat the rare minerals”
Rarity’s eyes flashed with excitement as she observed the silk drop on the counter. An expression of disbelief marked her face as her hooves hesitated over the silk.
“Undetermined durability, unnatural texture and endless stainlessness, Twilight with this silk I can compose the most valuable and rarest dresses!”
With a proud smile Twilight watched Rarity fold the silk in the most professional and delicate manner possible.
“Oh Twilight, you know what this means to me! How could I ever pay you back?”
“Is okay, we are friends”
Twilight’s face dimmed in sadness as she remembered the reason she came for.
“Actually … I came to speak with you about Fluttershy”
“What about it? Wait, is it about the note?” Her smile sorted out into a frown.
Twilight admitted with a nod.
“Oh Twilight …”
Rarity reminded her how the note found in Fluttershy’s cottage explained in detail she would be in the Everfree forest for several days or weeks caring for phoenix nests which are very vulnerable in this period of the season.
“Fluttershy is an animal caretaker. That is her profession and passion”
Twilight looked at Rarity in the eyes unconvinced. Rarity manipulated the truth even more.
“Fluttershy is a grown Pegasi definitely capable of taking care inside the tremendous forest”
“I know, what upsets me is how she suddenly left without telling anybody!” Twilight argued still unconvinced.
Rarity rolled her eyes and lip synched the word “paranoia” a little more visible than she meant to. Noticing this Twilight blushed and glanced at her furiously.
“RARITY!”
“Twilight, dear you double-checked the note and verified yourself it was her writing. It is time you trust the facts and stop worrying over hasard superstitions”
Twilight recognized the French for random. She felt showered by rain of indignity.
“Random!? You think I am random, that I got this from nowhere?!”
Rarity noticed the resentment in her face and tried to swiftly take it back.
“Twilight I didn’t mean …”
“Goodbye Rarity, it’s getting late anyway” Twilight cut her off in an offended tone.
Rarity observed how the undignified unicorn left the store in such a degrading manner
“I just know something isn’t right”
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“Drama Queen”
Rarity vaguely judged Twilight’s verdict about Fluttershy. She waited until she was long gone to levitate the folded silk and secure it inside a wooden drawer. Rarity sighed feeling the awkward air Twilight left in, it pained her to receive such a marvelous gift from Twilight and end their meeting with such kind of tense dialogue. She cared for her friends but she recognized paranoia when she sees it, and it would not tolerated. Her thoughts focused in the recent behavior of Twilight and Rarity decided there was nothing to think about it.
“That is in the past now, besides Twilight can be a psychotic and delusional pony sometimes”
Her Exorbitant shop emptied from any life and light it had before, an ambient caused by the cold night and an absence of clients. Rarity glanced up at the nearest wall-clock in order to verify the time.
“Oh my, it is late! I better get to closing”
As Rarity walked towards the front door her surroundings became strangely silent. Her sets of dresses hanged unnaturally rigid. Rarity sped up her walk a little. Her display of fancy hats washed the store with a chilling sight. Rarity felt the chills traverse her back as she imagined anything moving inside the store. Her nerves would collapse if she witnessed.
The mannequins stood in their place, immobile. She fixated her eyes on one particular mannequin, it looked menacingly alike a living being under the shadows and in her mind lingered the thoughts of it moving. One inch is all it had to move for Rarity’s world to come apart.
“Come on Rarity it is just a mannequin! You work with it every day! What is it going to be next? Are you going to be freighted by the measuring tape?”
Rarity chuckled and took a deep breath before walking towards the front door. Through the spotless glass she could distinguish a silhouette impossible to identify. The silhouette leisurely walked towards the entrance until it was close enough for Rarity to see it was some pony.
“A customer, at this time?”
The front door opened letting in cool chills of autumn. Rarity shivered and inquisitively stared at her costumer which had a mysterious aspect. Rarity didn’t hesitate to talk to him.
“I am sorry Sir but we are closed”
The stranger kept walking towards the counter disregarding what Rarity said. He stood behind the counter and leaned his head up searching for its owner.
“Ha, persistent one isn’t you? Well I believe it’s not too late to attend another client”
Rarity entered in business mode but didn’t apply her wonderful greeting. She went right to the point.
“May I interest you in my diverse line of cosmetics or maybe in my exotic collection of dresses for your very special pony?
The customer ignored her sayings and attentively observed her store, almost as if recording and examining every feature and characteristic of it, or he was just looking for possible escape routes. His eyes fixated on the ceiling for a second and then returned to keep looking around.
“What is he looking for?” Rarity immediately cleared her throat and readied to speak.
“Perhaps you are looking for formal wearing, such as tuxedos?
The customer twitched his ear forward and slowly rotated his eyes to Rarity. He smiled and denied by moving his head sideways. Rarity looked at him thoughtfully and excitedly guessed what he wanted.
“Oh I know! You are definitely looking for a hat. Come with me, I will show the finest selection of hats in all Ponyville!”
With obvious excitement Rarity skipped towards her display of hats. They entered a swarthy room with many unrecognizable shapes. Once inside, Rarity reached a switch and the room illuminated disposing of every single shadow. She turned and found her client followed in without her noticing, she proceeded to levitate the nearest hat and set it on his head, exclaiming loudly over his new appearance. She kept doing this for several seconds while ignoring her client’s stillness.
Clearly exhausted by her enthusiasm, the customer suddenly stepped towards her. Rarity focused on her client and considered the little space between them to be inappropriate. She felt his breathing of her face and attempted to back away a little, but she discerned a wall behind her impeded it. She tried to speak but she was quickly cut off before she could even think.
“Garments is not what I seek for”
He fixated his eyes directly to hers and leaned closer.
“Actually is in you ... that I’m interested in”
Rarity returned his gaze and noticed his eyes looked calm yet intensely flaming with an unknown emotion. She was aware of the client being an attractive rogue, and that it wasn’t the best time to mingle with a stranger.
“I’ve done it in various occasions, what could possibly go wrong?”
Her confidence instantly surpassed her inquietude. Rarity leaned forward and pecked him in the lips, her client hesitated at first but lastly smiled and returned a gentle kiss right on hers.
“Let us see what you have to offer” <3
The kissing slowly escalated to a smooch, Rarity tasted a slight flavor of vanilla in his lips, probably a usual agent of his vanilla colored coat. The kissing leveled up to making out. He lowered his face a little and tenderly kissed around her neck. Rarity felt a tongue passing along her throat and shoulder. A soft bite in it caused her to spew a low pitched moan.
“… …!”
Rarity’s eyes widened as she desperately tried to yank away from his grasp, at first the pain was irritating but it increased to be unbearable in less than a second. Rarity gasped and pushed, lastly she spewed a despairing cry. She wanted it to stop. Her wails became insurmountably loud, loud enough to be heard outside. He immediately let go of her. Rarity fell down and instantly laid a hoof on her right shoulder; she stared at her own blood in disbelief.
His giggles cracked the silenced open. Rarity got up without thinking once, she ran as fast as she could.
“THE DOOR! ...”
Her thoughts raced inside her head, nearly too fast to comprehend their meaning. She felt in a long time the stimulation of fighting danger, invigorating yet desperate. She tried to seize the front door. it was instantly opaque by his hooded figure, a mysterious client obstructing the door, an ominous shadow eclipsing an escape. Rarity quickly stepped back and ran aimlessly, her attempts to increase distance with him took her to the dormitory. For when she reached the door she turned around to close it, bumped right with him at the moment. She frowned and decided to cast magic. Once her horn was lit silver, her client simply poked her in it and denied her spell. It was surprisingly painful and Rarity made the mistake to close her eyes to endure the pain. She was weakened and under his possession in the brief moment of a wink.
“P-PLEASE WAIT!”
She pleaded from the ground as the aggressor had her pinned down. Rarity yelped, screamed and confronted him. She was easily overpowered by abnormal force. Finally she did all she could, she gave up and cried.
He grinned widely at her and laid a hoof on her wound. Rarity squealed loudly and lost her sanity. He softly shushed her and frivolously apologized.
“Lady Rarity, please forgive me because I couldn’t contain myself”
His tone was so low and gentle she almost took it seriously. Her sad, scared face was replaced by an astonished and disbelieving one, she looked at him in eyes and decided he mean it, or at least that’s what she wanted to belief. She ventured for a disinterest approach. With much effort she readied her voice and tried to convince him to let her go.
“I-Its … fine, just leave me, I will take care” Her voice cracked a little, but it was clear
Several seconds passed. Laughter broke the silence and Rarity gave up hope.
“First ... you think you got a customer, then you thought it was a potential lover, and it turns out to be a ... let say a maniac, funny isn't it?”
His humor made her want to puke. He laughed out loud and then came to a sudden stop. He stared at Rarity with intense, ominous eyes and a hungry grin. She knew more pain was coming and embraced for it. He rubbed his lips down her body and occasionally bit softly. Rarity’s heart pulsated harder and faster overtime, the magnitude of this torture made her wish to end at any price.
“Nice Heartbeat, I always thought unicorn’s hearts pumped the fastest … sadly it’s not true, I verified it’s definitely Pegasus”
Rarity broke on sobs again, she didn’t want to die, but this was more than she could take. She decided she would hope for her wound to finish her.
“Sweetie Belle …”
This thought made her fully aware of the situation. If she died this colt might hurt her or worse.
“… SWEETIE BELLE!!!” She would do everything of her power to not let that happen.
Rarity determined there was no way in tartarus he knew about Sweetie Belle was in the house, but the most he stayed, the most chances to discern about her he had. Underrating her life, Rarity concentrated which was the best thing to do in order to spare Sweetie Belle.
Her thoughts were interrupted by great suffering, her attacker resumed his actions on her. As a knife on butter, his front hooves were steel scraping on soft leather, tearing insignificant but numerous strips off her reluctant prey with supernatural strength. How bad she wished for it to stop. Her cries drowned under the many liquids contained in her mouth, threatening to choke her . For the finale, short, sharp teeth relocated on her shoulder. they gritted. This time it was more than she could stand. Rarity fainted.
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“…”
“…”
“Where am I? How long has it been?”
Rarity woke up on her bed. She ignored little she remembered and discerned it as a bad dream. She didn’t want to move, it will only indicate what she feared. She felt the fresh wounds. She was right, it wasn’t a dream. It was real. Groans of pain revealed her consciousness.
“It was more than you can take, wasn’t it? … Never mind, I’m sorry I waited for you to awake. Is just that it wouldn’t be divertive if I don’t look at sentient eyes when you depart, it misses something and it would be a total waste”
He was lounging on the other side of the bed, mouth painted red scarlet and plausibly containing fragments of Rarity. Rarity wondered but didn’t dare to believe he actually swallowed any of it.
He stood up. The client got on her and drew a curve line on her neck, right over the vital arteries.
“I’m sorry this has to end so soon, but if you don’t die now I won’t have much time to play with the little one”
Rarity suffered badly as he exploited her horrors, her injuries kept her from screaming too loud and moving too hard. Her brain and body were in an intolerable state, this had to end. She said her last words.
“P-Please, oh please! Don’t hurt Sweetie Belle! … she is just a filly … I beg you …” She dripped 2 tears for each word.
He locked his eyes unto her wet ones and asked.
“You love her, don't you?” Rarity used her remaining energy to nod. He rubbed his mane with his hoof "then if you love her, and she loves you ... it will be for best that she joins her big sister, wouldn't it?"
Not loosing time, he gently laid his fangs on her neck, but Rarity remained unflustered, undisturbed. She failed at saving Sweetie Belle. Her mind ceased functioning seconds before the lethal slash. It was right after she acknowledge Sweetie Belle’s fate.
Fluids spread all over the bed and covered his whole face with a bright, sinister red. He breathed vaguely and mopped his face with a handkerchief of his own, he was quiet but indeed satisfied, temporally.
He slowly stood up and got off the bed. He fixated his eyes on the mirror of Rarity’s dormitory. A thick red line drooled from his mouth, it matched his eyes perfectly. He adopted a relaxed attitude and decided it was time to calm down, time to properly settle his acts, because…
The night isn’t over yet.
Author's Note
I apologize for writing something so violent, its like this fictions are being written by someone else ... in the same body. weird isn't it?
