Blood Thirsty

Razor watched from Celestia’s bedroom patio construction ponies working on fixing the castle, bringing in and out supplies they’ll need for reconstruction. A news crew was already here and was interviewing Afterglow. Multiple ponies came by to witness the damage that was done with the royal guards guarding a perimeter around it to keep others from getting too close. Razor just watched, wondering how ponies aren’t worrying about their lives which are at stake. How most of them are so calm and collected about a part of the castle; his home was destroyed. He wanted to warn them all. To give them a sign that they’re in danger, but he knew if he were to do so, many lives of ponies would be gone by his own ignorance of emotions filled with rage and depression. He wanted revenge, but the time wasn’t now. Especially with his wife currently unconscious, resting to heal and regain her strength and energy. He walked back inside, seeing his bandaged and resting lover baring his child in her bed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get out of his head that this was his fault. He wanted Celestia to be safe and stay out of the field of danger that was coming, but she insisted on fighting as they did growing up. He knew she wouldn’t take no for an answer, but with a child on the way…he would have to take other measures to keep them both safe. Looking over her bandages, he realized there was a lot more over her than he thought. While he kept his mind of her condition, there was something else that hit him that no pony else thought of to ask. Who was that covered pony that helped? As the question stuck in his mind, there was a light 3 knocks at Celestia’s chamber doors.

“The door is unlocked Redheart.” Opening the door was of course Nurse Redheart carrying a medical duffle bag of gear and material from the hospital. With the assistance of Princess Cadence, she was able to call over Redheart from the hospital. Redheart closed and locked the door behind her as she walked over to Celestia. Setting the bag down by the bed, she placed her hoof on Celestia's forehead.

“She’s a little warm. How long has she been like this for?” Razor turned back to face her, glaring at Redheart.”

“Are you referring to injury or resting?” Redheart immediately turned back and put her hooves in shock, realizing how she questioned Celestia’s condition may have come off as disrespectful to Razor.

“I swear I wasn’t meaning any disrespect. If possible, both.” She slowly put her hooves down as Razor turned his back on her.

“Forgive me for my verbally aggressive attitude. I’m…just not used to seeing Celestia like this. There was only one other time she was like this but she was better within hours and not nearly as hurt, and now…I was too late to help.” Redheart noticed a tear that ran down Razor’s face. “I care for her too much to see her hurt like this.” Razor looked down, closing his eyes. 5 seconds of silence passed until he opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of Redheart’s arms around him as her neck rested on his shoulder. Speechless of the comforting hug, he opened his mouth to speak, but Redheart spoke first.

“I understand Razor. I understand what it’s like to lose someone. After my husband passed away from a hiking accident, I made it a priority to help the ponies in need. That’s why I became a nurse. To help ponies who couldn’t help themselves. He passed, and son still blames me for it, and now this is my career. I thought everything was gone for me, and I lost hope until I became a nurse. What I’m trying to say is…I don’t want you to lose hope in yourself or your family.” She let go of his, looking up into his eyes. “I know when I look at you; I see a fighter, a guardian, and a father. Whatever happens, don’t lose that hope as I did.” More tears came down Razor's face as he smiled.

“Thank you Redheart, for your verbal and physical assistance.”

“Of course.” Redheart looked over towards Celestia as Razor turned his head back, hearing her groan in pain. “I’ll have to check on her condition and health which will be a while.” Their eyes met contact again. “If you don’t mind, some of the tests I have to do will have to be private.”

“I understand.” He walked past Redheart towards the door, and stopped. “If she wakes up, she knows how to call me. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He walked out, closing the door behind him. Walking through the castle towards the entrance, he passed multiple construction ponies fixing any damages that were caused. When he got to the front, the camera crew was inside already showing video of and footage of the damages of the castle being fixed. A group of reporters noticed Razor passing by and instantly rushed towards him with the crew following behind. Multiple questions were being asked at the same time, but one mare reporter managed to get one question out.

“Mr. Edge, we’d like a moment of your time for a few questions.” He stopped and turned back as he was instantly the center of attention. Already with a glare at the crew, the reporter continued. “Mr. Edge, we heard multiple stories and scenarios of what happened but some of us are wondering a big question that only you can answer. Is Princess Celestia, the Princess of the sun and older sibling of her sister Princess Luna actually your wife? If so how long have you both been together for?” She held the microphone towards him as well as other reporters as the other ponies waited for an answer. 3 seconds of silence passed until he answered with a question.

“What type of conditioner do you use for your mane?” The reporter’s expression changed to confusion as Razor pointed his hoof out towards the camera mare. “How much is your average price for your home security?” As another expression changed, he pointed out a stallion taking notes. “What kind of protection do you use for sexual intercourse?” He slowly lowered his notebook, not answering. “Exactly my point. I ask you all questions of your personal business, but none of you answered. Your business is yours as my business is my own. Your assumptions are declined to be answered.” As Razor turned back to walk away, the crew followed him, still questioning him with multiple questions at once. Tired of being followed, he turned back startling them all as his eyes glowed crimson red and both Falchion Swords from his trench coat appeared next to him glowing a crimson red around the leather hilts with the tip of the swords pointed at the news crew. “Perhaps my voice wasn’t clear enough for you all. Maybe my actions will speak better.” They all backed away and walked elsewhere. Razor placed his swords back in his trench coat and his eyes faded back to their original blood red color as he continued out. There were a lot less ponies then earlier, which relaxed him the more he walked away from the castle. Soon, he was out of sight from other ponies. His body formed into the black mist and he travelled towards a place he knew he would get answers from.

[Changeling Hive]

His body formed back into himself as he entered. As before, it was pitch black. The more he walked, the darker it seemed to get. When he couldn’t recognize his surroundings with the exception of the green ooze on the wall, multiple pairs of green appeared from the darkness. Razor figured this would happen again, so his eyes glowed brighter. Once the Changelings realized who it was, they all backed away and stepped aside as Razor continued forward. Once he got towards the open space of the hive, he looked around for Chrysalis. Not seeing her around, he noticed the door that he destroyed before was replaced. Walking over towards it, he listened closely to see if there were any noises coming from it. There was, and he proceeded, but when he was 5 feet away, a changeling flew in front of him to stop him. It was giving multiple signals about “Seeing something that can’t be unseen” and “this will be a huge mental and visual consequence if you go.” Knowing easily what the Changeling was trying to say, Razor smiled, revealing his fangs. The Changeling knew exactly what that meant and moved out of Razors way. Razors smiled faded as the Changeling left, opening the door and walking inside. There was a dim light over the room, soft romantic music playing from a stereo, and a Night Guard of Luna. A mid shade grey bat pony with a blue mane and tail; ball gagged and bound by his arms and legs with hoof cuffs strapped to the 4 corners of the bed, and Queen Chrysalis on top of him, moaning out loud and slamming her ass down and continued to move her body up and down... The wet slaps echoed across the room, but something that caught his mind was that black cloth on the other side of the room on the ground. When he looked back, he heard the guard grunt multiple times. Chrysalis smiled, seeing the guard’s eyes shoot open wide as a warning.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not letting you cum until I feel satisfied.” A slam of door and a familiar voice behind Chrysalis stopped her motionless and her eyes widened.

“From the looks of it by the time on the stereo, I think he deserves a bit of release. 3 ½ hours and you’re still not satisfied? You sound like Celestia when she was in heat. Luckily, I lived due to her draining my balls like a loose faucet. Like, a really loose one.” There was a silence that filled the room, until it was broken 5 seconds later by Razor. “So, Chrysalis, mind telling me why you were at the Castle helping us? And there is no denial for it due to the exact black cloth that was worn lying on the other side of the room.” A silence fell back over the room, until Razor broke it again 8 seconds later. “Alright, you don’t have to answer that. “Just answer this…who’s your friend? You know the Night Guard of Princess Luna. The one you’re riding. The one that should be protecting the Princess.” Chrysalis slowly moved her body off of him, hearing the slush over her juices cover the silence of the room. When she got off, she was shocked by cum dripping out of her. Glaring up at the bat pony, he tried to smile with the gag in his mouth.

“You’re so lucky I’m not in season.” The guard closed his eyes as Chrysalis used her magic to release the ball gag and cuffs. Turning back, she realized Razor was messing with the stereo, pressing multiple buttons until it stopped. Turning back towards her, she was covering herself with her hooves.

“Get dressed. You’re coming with me. And you, night guard. You better get back to your job, or hide and hide well, cause if I have to find you, I will personally remove your head and give it to Celestia as a sign of your hard work and dedication of protecting the princess of the moon that’s now dead.” Both Chrysalis and the guard’s eyes widen in shock. “Yes. Luna was a possessed hellhound, and Celestia had to defeat her…at the cost of her energy and…” Razor stopped himself, thinking about the damage Celestia received that could’ve possibly caused harm to his...their child. “Anyway, we need to talk Chrysalis.” Razor pointed his hoof towards the night guard. “That means you better leave.” Without hesitation, the night guard ran out with the threat implanted in his mind, slamming the door behind him. With Chrysalis and Razor now being alone, he waited for her to respond. Knowing Razor was going to get an answer from her one way or another, Chrysalis had an idea in mind to avoid this. Removing her hooves from covering her body, she grinned slowly walking over towards him swaying her hips with each step.

“Maybe the answers you’re searching for, you can find with-” interrupting her seductive sentence, the tip of a Falchion Blade was at her neck, causing her to freeze in place. looking directly at his eyes, she noticed they were glowing crimson red. Razor knew what she was going for, and he wasn’t one to play games currently. Without movement from Razor, the tip of his sword slowly moved up. Her neck craned back lifting her chin far enough to make her step back more and more at this held position. When Chrysalis felt the wall touch her back with no place to escape, she closed her eyes, waiting for her death to continue. 3 seconds later, she could hear footsteps coming closer to her and the tip of the sword moving away from her neck. A tear ran down her face as she waited to be slaughtered by a demon of the dark. The footsteps stopped as her tear was halfway down her face. Keeping her eyes closed, she heard what sounded like heavy clothing dropped on the ground and her bed quietly creek. Slowly opening her eyes and moving her head back down, she saw Razor sitting at the end of her bed with his trench coat on the ground in front of him. Though his eyes were closed, his expression showed anger, sorrow, anxiety, and most of all, determination as a tear crept down his face.

“Thanks to you Chrysalis, there were no major casualties. My wife suffers from minor battle wounds and is still alive. Unconscious, but will heal soon enough.” Razor opened his eyes, staring straight in front of him at the concrete wall on the other side of the room. “She pushed herself to fight her possessed sister, knowing she could harm herself...as well as our newest bloodline.” Chrysalis eyes widened at the fact that Celestia was pregnant. “She bares our child. Since the night I came back. I didn’t want her to push herself so hard that she had to suffer major injuries as well as use all of her strength and energy to stand her ground.” Chrysalis removed herself against the wall, walking over and sitting on her bed next to him, staring straight ahead at the concrete wall as well. “If it wasn’t for your help, there may have been 1 or more casualties. You helped...and disappeared without a trace. I’m unable to feel anger or hatred towards you. I have to thank you. I’m not one to question for assistance nor shift the blame to others for any injuries that occurred during the battle. If it wasn’t for your assistance, any casualties would’ve been on my hooves.” A small flash of green light appeared from Chrysalis horn, making a black and green dress appear over her nude body. “I appreciate your assistance, but I do have to question one part of the scenario. What mental decision caused you to assist us?” Chrysalis looked down, using her magic to make a small mirror appear in front of her. Looking back up at it, she saw herself, but the appearance was darker than her current state. Her reflection showed dark glowing green eyes, her fangs out on full display, an evil grin with an expression of deep anger and revenge, and her horn was covered in green magic appearing to be absorbing energy from her surroundings.

“Every day when I look in the mirror, I see this. An enemy who only used others for my personal benefits. I continue to see this...monster, no matter how hard I try to change it. Ponies still see me as it as well as when they see Discord, temporarily forgetting he’s reformed. This face, the face of a true villain. It isn’t temporary. I always thought I could change by even the smallest good deed, but no matter how much I try...I’ll always see this image. I tried to help, for my own personal benefit. To change this mask that everyone in my surroundings sees. Reality is, I can’t change no matter what I do or how hard I try. To others, I’ll just be another villain seen as the same.” The mirror disappeared as tears ran down her face, hanging her head in shame. “In the eyes of Ponyville, I’ll just be another criminal. Feeding off of others for my own personal benefit.” A silence grew over the room for 5 seconds, barely hearing the soft sniffles from Chrysalis.

“Do you believe it?” Chrysalis looked up at Razor with an expression of confusion. “What you said earlier pondered my mind. You care about what others see you as. Do you believe you see yourself as what others say about you?” Looking back down confused, she realized she judged herself by what others see in her. “Chrysalis, words and opinions from others can hurt, and they can cut deep. You need to keep in mind that you control who you are and who you want to be. Nobody else controls that except you. By allowing what others visualize you as, you're allowing more emotions to flood your mind and believe what others negative comments tell you. They see you as a monster, so you see yourself as that in others eyes. But what do you truly see yourself as?” Razor lay back on her bed, closing his eyes. “Chrysalis, what others said about you before vs now is different. When I first heard about you, I had a sense of darkness within you. Meeting you was different. Very different from how you were explained. Knowing briefly of your past events, I took you to Ponyville as a test of your caution and other reactions. You were very observant of your surroundings as your level anxiety went up. You didn’t know what or how others would think of you or see you because you already assumed what the outcome was...but I knew different as well as Shining Armor. Nobody was scared of you because they didn’t need to fear you. You’re showing change to others without needing them to directly see. You should be proud of yourself for that. Don’t be ashamed of knowing what you could’ve done, be happy that you realize your mistakes and want to change them for the better of you and your surroundings.” Relaxing on Chrysalis bed, he feels warmth against his body and something on his chest. Opening one eye, he sees Chrysalis laying on him with her head on his chest, as well as tears running down her face. Razor smiles, closing his eye. Relaxing with a villain who has taken off their mask to show their true face. “Those tears are shedding the pain and grief you were caused for years, believing you would never change. you don’t need to change for others. Only for yourself.” Chrysalis smiled, closing her eyes.

“Thank you Razor. For still believing.” 3 seconds of silence passed until Chrysalis broke it with a question. “I hope you don’t mind this. I just...needed a little comfort.”

“I don’t mind it. I would be a little more comfortable if I wasn’t lying in mixed cum that’s now on my neck slowly moving down my back. Also if the smell wasn’t so strong.” Opening her eyes in embarrassment and shocked, she removed herself off of him letting Razor stand up. With a flash of a green light from Chrysalis horn, the smell of sex in the air was gone, the sheets were clean and the cold and uncomfortable mixed cum on his neck and back were gone. “Thank you. You should probably take a shower so your changelings don’t smell sex on you once you exit.” Chrysalis cheeks turned a slight pink as Razor picked up his trench coat, placing it back on. Walking towards the door, he smiled knowing the work with Chrysalis was finished. Placing his hoof on the door, he stopped, slightly turning his head back. “Feel free to visit if you want. I’m sure the others would love to see you.” Giving her a wink before turning back, he pushes the door open, walking towards an exit of the hive. His body slowly started fading into the black mist, exiting the Changeling hive. Chrysalis kept a smile on her face as a tear escaped her eye.

[Canterlot Castle]

He changed back into his body behind a house close to the Canterlot Castle, proceeding towards it. Still with hours of working needing to be done and seeing the construction ponies continuing to fix the damage, he wondered if Celestia was doing better. Walking past the damaged parts of the castle on the ground, he entered the castle to see Nurse Redheart talking with Fluttershy and Twilight, with a news crew approaching. Seeing Razor approaching made the crew instantly turn their direction elsewhere. With the 3 noticing the instant change in direction from the news crew, they turned to see Razor walking towards him. Fluttershy ran up to Razor with a smile, hugging him. Razor hugged her back with her bat wings on a full display, slowly folding back down behind her. Letting go of each other, he looked at Twilight and Redheart. twilight smiled as Redheart nodded, meaning Celestia made it through. Razor walked up to them both with Fluttershy by his side, engaging all 3 of them in a bone crushing hug. Twilight and Fluttershy hugged him back as Redheart started to change color to a light blue. Letting them both go, Redheart caught her breath, deeply inhaling and exhaling as Fluttershy made sure Redheart stayed on her feet. Twilight was deeply flustered by this action, turning away from Razor smiling.

“You should go see her. She was waiting for you to come back.” Wasting no time, Razor used his vampiric speed to see his wife, instantly stopping at her door when he reached it. Pushing the door open with his hoof, multiple royal guards and night guards were surrounding her bed, all on one knee with their right hoof over their left chest facing the ground with their eyes closed. Razor quietly pushed the door all the way open, seeing Celestia sleeping peacefully. A familiar night guard closest to the head of Celestia’s bed noticed Razor, quietly getting the other guards’ attention as well as not trying to show fear from Razor’s presence once more. All of the guards slowly stood up facing Razor, saluting him.

“At ease soldiers. There’s no need for your salute to me. Your true ruler is resting, which I appreciate you all for watching over her.” All guards move their hooves back down by their sides. “I would like some time alone to communicate with my wife.”

“Of course, Prince Razor.” A Royal Guard in front of Razor said, leading the other guards away from Celestia’s chambers. The last one to exit was the familiar night guard. Walking past Razor, Razor placed his hoof on the guards’ shoulder, making the guards freeze in place and shutter. Razor leaned in close to the guards’ ear, and whispered “Good choice.” Removing his hoof, the night guard quickly exited Celestia’s chambers, closing the door behind him as he left. Razor walked on the left side of Celestia’s bed, smiling as she rested peacefully. Next to her head, he gets on his knees and places his hoof on hers as a tear escapes his eye, running down his face. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head facing down quietly speaking.

“Celestia, my goddess of the sun. My reckless actions that caused you injury. I was selfish to think of saving my own bloodline, that emotions of my surroundings and loved ones did not occur at the time. Because of my betrayal, you have suffered this injury as well as friends and family of Ponyville. My return has been nothing but trouble to you. I have not acquired any accomplishments and been far less the husband you needed since my return. I am only to blame for destruction, deaths, injury, and the oncoming war in Ponyville due to careless thoughts and actions. I feel...I must part ways with you after the war. For a positive conclusion, I promise with every ounce of power that I have, I will return your sister to you cured of her current curse. The elements of Harmony will return to normal. No more harm will come to you or your future with Ponyville, as well as any dangers lingering. I only ask permission from you for the success of your future in watching over your subjects.” A short silence passed over the room, until he felt a hoof on top of his, still holding Celestia’s hoof. Looking up with multiple tears running down his face, he saw Celestia. Laying on her side smiling with multiple tears running down her face.

“Permission...denied.” Using her magic, she brought him onto the bed next to her, snuggling her head against his chest laying him on his back. “I understand your worries Razor, but I made a promise. I took an oath the day we married, and I will continue to fight along side you…till death do us part. I know you’re concerned for myself and the ponies I have to watch over, but I have never failed to continue to rule over the land with my sister. Even on the darkest days. Days I wanted to leave. To run off and never return. I knew the true meaning of fear. Not by other ponies or creatures, not by my own sister attempting to kill me…but of myself. My own fear held me back from doing what was right, and that fear was overcome when I married you, Razor.” Razor looked away from Celestia, ashamed of the fear he felt he has caused to bring to her over the years they dated before marriage.

“I fear you’re using a different speech pattern to change my decision of leaving.” With a smile, Celestia placed her hoof under his chin, slowly turning his face towards her. “For how much damage I have caused Ponyville, there is more to come. My fear…is being the monster I was seen as before, even when I helped dispose of the problems we faced, I don’t think it will be enough. The ponies we trust, we love and we care for are being led into war. There is little possibility that they will return home.”

“…then do what you must to succeed.” Razor’s expression changed to a look of mild surprise and confusion. “The ponies we care for are willing to give their own life fighting beside you as their leader. A war will come, and you will lead us to victory. Even with lives of ponies taken and seeing you have to fight once more to protect not only myself but Ponyville, we will ensure Ponyville will be a safe land again.” Celestia took Razors hoof and placed it under hers on her stomach. “Our child should be introduced to a safe and protected land, by the pony who protected it. A hero of Equestria.” Razors expression did not change from her words. He knew the price that could be paid if he stayed. Ponies blood would be on his hooves, whether or not if ponies would agree to sacrifice their lives for Equestria…or him. “I see. My words have not changed your decision.”

“Forgive me Celestia. This is much more to comprehend than I realized before. Multiple thoughts are spreading through my mind of the pros and cons in the outcome…and by staying. I could risk more lives than I know. Countless lives would be sacrificed under my order. The blood and death on the battlegrounds would be too much, and too late to change anything. And besides, ponies of Equestria don’t even know I exist. I barley won trust from the Elements of Harmony. And as of the Royal Guards…I killed 2, threatened multiple, and revealed my first form of a demon to them when I arrived. Earning acceptance isn’t working currently. I’m…I’m just a monster.” From that spoken statement, Celestia removed her head from his chest. Instead, she pressed her hooves on his chest with her body over his, straddling him while pinning him down. This act from her surprised him, but an expression of fear covered his face when he looked into her eyes. As red as the sun, but as wicked as her form of Daybreaker. “Celestia, what’s gotten-” She silenced him, pressing her hooves harder on his chest as her face moved inches from his. The glare from her seeped into his lifeless soul and made a chill from his spine move throughout his entire body. He realized there was nothing he could do from the situation he was in. He couldn’t move, talk, even blink in fear of his well-being. A wicked smile grew on her face revealing fangs with blood over them as her eyes changed to blood red. Her coat color faded to grey. Her sun Cutie mark changed to a Solar Eclipse. Her wings changed from white angels to faded grey bat wings. Within a matter of 30 seconds, her entire appearance changed from a goddess of the sun, to an empress of the night. An anxious and cautious smile grew on his face, speaking his first words. The rest of his body still frozen in fear. “Celestia, Like the new look. I see you made a few changes since you took this form last time. I’m impressed. Now, if you could just let me go, we can-” a hoof was placed on his mouth keeping him quiet as she moved her face down to his white collared shirt. She gripped onto it with her teeth and fangs, yanking her head back and ripping open the white collared shirt and black button up. With his bare chest and stomach exposed, she opened her mouth dropping the white collared shirt as long snake like tongue escaped Celestia’s mouth landing on his stomach. Razor shuddered from the touch, but closed his eyes and lolled his tongue out as Celestia’s tongue slowly worked his way up to his chest, neck, and face, even slightly inside his ear for a brief 3 seconds. Celestia removed her tongue, resulting Razor to open his eyes half-lidded with his face slightly reddening. Satisfied with her actions, she moved her face towards his ear. When she was near she whispered.

“You don’t get a safe word. You’re my prey, and I’m you’re monster now.” With those words, he turned his face towards hers with a slight smile, tongue still lolled out. Her tongue snaked out once more, moving behind her to his hardened dick pressed between her ass, stroking it. Razor knew if he moved, talked, or even broke eye contact, there would be severe consequences by Celestia. She moved his dick towards the lips of her vagina, and remembered something from years ago right before he entered her. The word monster, was her spark. And he was going to be her prey for a very long time.