Grave Encounters

Never in a million years did Grave think his life would take such a turn to the wild side. Performing at Pearl Necklace and Death Metal’s wedding first, then billing together with the legendary thrash band Skullhoof! That was like a fantasy come to life. They played their guts out, unleashing their brutal sound over one audience after another. They made new friends, made new enemies, and with a second full length album going into the recording phase soon, they would have something new to celebrate once it dropped. Everything was going so fast.

Not quite a rockstar and probably never would be, but it seemed like he was becoming something of a commodity. Death, Pearl, Jet, Letty, Grem, all ponies he was now friends with after their initial...spicy encounters. He was thankful for that, but whether it had something to do with him being a lead singer in a band he wasn’t sure of. Maybe it was his good looks, who knows. Him, being very quiet and reserved and never taking part in anything too crazy in his early life, fucked two mares in the backstage area, twice! He was caught with his dick out after blasting Letty and Jet full of nut, and he hardly even considered that fact until much later. It was awesome! He had made some interesting memories, and even got some video footage to show for it, stowed away on his hard drive for those “special” occasions.

However, even all that, no matter how wild it all was, was peanuts compared to the bizarre and unexplained occurrences that befell his life in recent months. Well, besides the whole zombie apocalypse thing, but that was a whole other can of worms, and neither here nor there. It all really started with Aura.

Aura, a name that surfaced in his mind at least once a day, as did her looks, her scent, her voice and the softness of her insides. She gave him a night shift to never forget, and then she vanished without a trace. Her only parting gift were her panties that were stored away somewhere in his drawers, and miraculously, her scent was still on them even after all that time. Many nights he looked at them, resulting in a deep sense of wonder, or an intense masturbation session. He hoped he would see her again, and at times he was sure he would, when he thought he picked up on her scent in the air when alone at night at the service station.

Then there was the incident at the pool, which puzzled him even more. Clearly he was hallucinating, but it was all so vivid and realistic that he was convinced that someone or something was calling out to him that day. That one was hard to think back to, because it was as terrifying as it was erotic.

That wasn’t even the end of it. Several smaller events started cropping up afterwards, some even close to home. One night a few weeks ago, he came home late, slightly inebriated, and as he searched for his keys in the dimly lit apartment lobby, he looked up and saw a shadow standing at the end of the hallway. Squinting his eyes to make out a feminine figure, roughly his height, it walked, more like hovered into the nearest room. His first response was to call out and follow, but he was met with nothing but a broom closet. Mops, buckets, cleaning detergent, oh yeah, but not a single soul or sign of life. He chalked it up to his drunken mind playing tricks on him, but the next day when he was heading out for work, he could hear moaning coming from that same closet. Again, he found nothing but some spilled water that nobody had bothered to clean up.

The weird thing was, he wasn’t even scared anymore. He just wanted to see what that was all about. If, by chance, he bumped into another sexy apparition like Aura, he was willing to take the chance to screw another “ghost” until she was satisfied enough to ascend to the afterlife. Who wouldn’t, really…

After all of this, was it any wonder that Grave Rush was more pent up and horny than ever before lately? So many experiences in such a short time would do that to a stallion. Even now, as he was sitting behind his computer, tapping the pen against the drawing tablet, it just wouldn’t leave him alone. The album cover for “Amputate, Ingest, Regenerate”, that he decided to make himself again, was coming together fairly well. It was more simplistic than the first, a collection of instruments of butchery on a blood soaked table, with some gory chunks scattered about like a gourmet table for the sick. The band logo would change from green to red to fit the blood soaked theme.

After staring at the screen for minutes on end, his mind running laps, he let out a long, defeated sigh. He wasn’t gonna get anywhere with sex on the brain to this degree. Quick fix for that, and that aforementioned video could help loads. He was quick to dig through the directories, he was more than used to it after all.

Letty and Jet, his cock responded to them like a dog to treats. Watching them touch and lick each other while his own handiwork made them moan and mewl. They even talked to the camera, those naughty minxes. Grave had his hardon out and was jerking off for them in no time.

From what he understood, Quick Bullet, Letty for friends, was getting married soon, and that night he was one of the main attractions of her bachelorette party. That certainly didn’t stop her from staying in touch, and sending him lewd messages and even pictures to his phone. Seems like he struck a chord with her.

As for Jet, it was much of the same, but her chat messages would often close out with heart icons. He recalled her flirtatious eyes and the kiss on his lips at the end of that eventful night, and despite her being a fair amount taller than him, every look she gave him was one of hunger and longing. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him in that specific way, making his heart throb and flutter.

It was looking at these two beautiful mares that made a small ball of pre form at the very tip of his dick, threatening to run over. With each stroke, his semen built up, preparing for a glorious release. Then the doorbell rang.

Grave’s head snapped to the front door and his hand shot to the mouse, closing the video right as his recorded self was about to blow his load. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath as he tucked it away and got decent. Much to his annoyance, the bell button underwent a ruthless series of rapidfire presses, a constant barrage of ringing assaulting his ears. He stomped to the door and was about to give the impatient visitor a piece of his mind. He opened up, and before a single word could leave his lips, he froze and blinked.

On the other side of the door was the spitting image of himself. Same long, straight black hair with green highlights, same grey coat and vibrant red eyes. Even the stitch line tattoos were there. It was like looking into a mirror, except the reflection made him several inches shorter and gave him boobs.

“Raven?”

“Oof, you look like you just saw a ghost! Did I come at a bad time?” His female doppleganger snickered, then bumped her fist against his shoulder. “Maybe I should come back once you’ve figured out how to zip up your fly.”

Grave’s head lowered and he grumbled as he zipped up his pants, while Raven skipped past him and into his living room. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? Is that any way to greet your sister? ‘Oh, Raven! It’s so good to see you, do come in! How’ve you been? Can I get you something to drink?’ None of that?” She squinted her eyes and grinned at him, daring him for a response.

“You usually drop by whenever you need something,” he said very matter of factly as he closed the door, then walked up to her with his hand on his side. “So what’ll it be? Money? A place to stay? Boyfriend advice?”

Raven pouted and gave him the stink eye, then put her arms behind her back to look as innocent as she could. “Oh come on… Can’t I just drop by to see how my brother is doing?” Grave chuckled at this and rolled his eyes, then tilted his head, making her face twist in discontent, and she promptly stuck out her tongue at him. “You big jerkface! After I did that big solid for you, too!”

His expression quickly changed and his posture loosened at that comment. “What solid?”

The grey mare took her phone out of her pocket, and after a couple of swipes and taps, held it out for him. She showed him a very high quality picture of herself, striking a seductive post against a wall, arms above her head and her chest thrust forward, with a gaze like she was about to eat the camera. She had on a black miniskirt that showcased the length of her legs, and a black midriff baring shirt with a very familiar logo on it.

“You...wore our band shirt for a photoshoot? For real?” He asked, peeling his eyes away from the photograph back up to the smiling face of his sis.

“You bet! Think of it as free advertisement, you’re welcome!”

His lips curved to a genuine smile, and he rubbed the top of her head as her happy grin grew bigger, after which she leapt into his embrace and nuzzled close to him.

“Thanks, that means a lot to me, really,” Grave said as he put his arms around her, and she hummed in affirmation. “I missed you…”

They were twins, with Raven Cry being the eldest with only a couple of minutes difference. At birth, they were virtually indistinguishable from one another, save for the gender. It was remarkable how in tune they were too. They slept and woke up at the same time, cried at the same time, got hungry at the same time among...other things. They even shared the habit of nibbling one another at a very young age. It was almost like they were the same being split up in two.

As they grew up and developed, more differences started rearing their heads, especially around the pubescent years. Their relationship was typical of that of siblings. They had fights and disagreements, they teased one another, and while Raven was more outgoing, Grave was destined to become an introvert. None of that changed that they meant the world to each other, and always stood up for one another. That would never change.

That being said, there was one habit these siblings formed in their pubescent years that was best kept a secret from the rest of the world…

“Ehm, Raven, listen… I don’t think we can keep this up.”

“Hmmm? Why- Hmmmm~Shlrp~ Why not?”

“Because we both have our careers now. If this shit gets out...you can be damn sure we can kiss them goodbye…” Grave responded, leaned back on the couch and looking down at his sister partially hidden behind his bloated shaft. Beside him was Raven’s phone, still displaying one of the last pictures of the photo set, where she was butt naked, facing the camera, squatting down with her legs spread open. Her fingers moved her pussy aside and displayed her glistening pink inner lips, her eyes radiating her thirst.

“I won’t tell if you won’t~” She replied, closing her lips around his large dangling balls, breathing in that man musk that turned her from a good girl to a thirsty cum whore in 2 seconds flat. Her tongue massaged his scrotum before moving up to the base and lovingly nuzzling his erection against her face.

“I don’t think it’s a matter of telling, it’s a matter of it...leaking,” he muttered through his clenched teeth, as his fingers squeezed his swollen tip and milking out a small arch of clear pre cum that landed on the top of her head.

“It’ll be fine! Besides, it’s been forever since I got you off~” Her attention turned to the rest of his shaft, suckling it up and down with very wet lips and playful tongue. “What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t make my own brother cum?”

It was that kind of obscene and absurd talk that made him bust like a cannon back in the day too. It was wrong, he knew it and she probably knew it too. Siblings weren’t supposed to do such lewd things to each other, it was outrageous, and that was exactly why they couldn’t stop doing it. It started out as mostly innocent experimentation, exploring the feelings that these two, who were practically attached to the hip, started feeling around the same time. Curious exploration, touching and rubbing, escalated as the years went on and they never actually stopped. The very definition of a guilty pleasure, the more wrong it felt, the more enticing it became.

“Ugh...Damn you…” He turned to gasping and panting when she cupped his balls with one hand, jerked him off with the other and licked him all over with her tender tongue, making love to his entire glorious package. Her fingertips kneaded his flimsy ballsack and she knew all the points to hit to give him a luxurious orgasm.

The result was a cumshot that nearly hit the wall. Raven could feel everything tighten beneath her fingers as the already pent up load forced its way out in a hurry. Clutching his cock even closer now, she let him shoot his hot, pungent seed all over her face. Her love for the sticky goo was so great that she moaned while cuddling and making out with his cumming manhood.

The grey stallion sighed in relief after the last few rounds squirted out and pulled his dick away from her before she would actually eat it. Raven was a big mess, big globs clotting in her hair, face dripping and her clothes stained. The recipient of his overdue release, and she seemed more than happy about that.

“Feel better, Grave?” She asked, her tail wagging side to side like a puppy as she sat on her butt on the floor.

“Much better,” he nodded, wiping away a drip that was about to roll into her open eye. They shared a smile, and the female earth pony crawled up on him, putting her knees on either side of his lap.

“Good! Now, I have a favour to ask of you.”

“I knew that was coming,” he said, placing one hand on her asscheek and lifting her miniskirt with the other. Just as he expected, she was going commando today. He wasted no time in pushing his fingers against his twin sister’s dribbling slit, then bringing them in and licking off her familiar tasting lady juices.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing big. I just want you to come with me to check some place out.” Raven sank down on his protruding rod and whimpered in delight at the sorely missed sensation of his girth displacing her vaginal walls.

“What place?” He asked as he placed his hands on her hips to make her dance on top of him, rolling, grinding, bouncing, anything so he could feel the texture of her fleshy tunnel enveloping him in exquisite detail.

“You’ll see… Hmmm…” She tried to explain between the moans caused by his brother’s cock filling her vagina all the way to the back. Her tits still in her top began to bounce along with the motions. “It’s for a...photoshoot! Ohhh… I wanna...scope the place out, to see if it would make for a good backdrop! Ahah! Oh fuck! Have you gotten bigger?”

“Huh, I doubt it. So where is this place?” He forcefully plopped her ass down and kept her there, making her desperate cunt clench, then twitch.

“Guhhh! Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes from here? Trust me, you’ll like it! It’s right up your alley!” Raven started to ride him on her own accord, slamming her butt down on his thighs until she was on the edge of orgasm. Once it hit her, she involuntarily squirted onto his abdomen with the majority pouring down his balls like a small waterfall. Her cry was muffled as she did her best to bite it back, because she knew she could get loud as hell if she let it all hang out. “S-so… Are you game?”

“Hmmm, I guess so, but on one condition.”

Before she could ask what, he grappled the trembling girl and dumped her on the seat of the couch, nearly scrunching her up with how hard he was pushing into her. He pinned her down and her legs went high enough to almost hook around his shoulders. She was like a ball, pressed against the backrest while he drove his horsecock in and out of her sloshing snatch with zero mercy.

Her eyes were wide with ecstasy, and this time she really did cry out loud. He was fucking her just the way she loved it, savagely with his bellend pounding against her cervix. “G-Grave! Oh! Oh! Y-yes!!! I missed this so much!”

The taller stallion forcefully pinned her hands against the sofa and used them to lean against, then looked her right in the eyes. “Shut up, you little slut. I’m gonna cum inside you, and this had better make you pregnant!”

Oh, he knew just what to say to make her cum like a lawn sprinkler on a dry summer day. Her face was steaming hot, her eyes rolled back and her tongue didn’t know what to do with itself, at least until Grave took it into his own mouth and forced her into a lustful french kiss. She moaned into it at the same rhythm as his balls slapping against her ass, her toes spreading as far apart as they could without pulling a muscle. Cold sweat broke through her pores, and the only thing that could fix it was a larger than life cum load right into her fertile womb.

Right before that marvelous moment, their fingers interlocked and Grave growled. He pushed through her door, and the torrent of baby batter exploded against the wall of her uterus. One, two, three, four, five massive spurts made her belly feel full, and then she lost it. Raven climaxed violently once more right as he suddenly pulled out and let his virile sperm fly across and drench her black shirt. It soaked into the fabric and seeped through to her tits.

Wobbling on his feet, Grave nearly saw stars after the force of that orgasm. He was panting like mad, not even touching his own member since it felt like he would faint if he did. The last of it dribbled out on its own and formed small round spots on his sister’s grey stomach. Raven Cry was out of it herself, her pussy fucked open wide and visibly convulsing like trying to push outwards, a small gush of clear liquid being forced out in intervals. Inside her gaping hole was a pool of white cum that would splash out at the slightest movement of her body.

Eventually silence fell. It had been a long time, and even longer since he last took her this hard. They just looked at each other, smiling, their red eyes reading one another, and they could tell that they were exhausted, but satisfied.

“Condition met. I’ll go with you.”

“Hehehe~ Yaaay, thank you~”

Later that evening, right after sunset.

“This is the place! Pull over!” Raven chirped excitedly, clutching a bag on her lap.

A little bit puzzled, Grave parked his car by the side of the road. As far as he could tell, they stopped at a perfectly normal urban neighbourhood, with several apartment complexes nearby. He leaned forward, looking past his sister, to see what she was looking at that got her this giddy.

“This place?” He asked, staring at an old, decrepit wreck of a house sticking out like a sore thumb. Windows boarded up from the outside, old paint flaking off the walls, repainted by several amateur graffiti tags left there by bored hoodlums. Everything about this two story house, from the loose gutter dangling by a few nails to the weeds growing wildly through the rotten planks of the porch, screamed dilapidated. Nothing he had never seen before, and he turned to Raven who undid her seatbelt and stepped out of the car to get a better look at it.

“Yep, this is it!” she smiled, taking in the sight of the ancient residence that stood looming like an ominous shadow against the twilight. After killing the engine and locking the doors, Grave stepped up beside her. He stared at the small cracks between the boards on the windows. It was dark inside, and he half expected to see something move behind them.

“Creepy…” he mused. “So why exactly did you take me here?”

“You haven’t heard of this place? Dude, rumour has it this house is like super duper haunted! Let’s check inside!” Raven started for the front porch, but was stopped when Grave grabbed her wrist.

“You show up at my door to take me to a ghost house? And what was that thing you said about a photoshoot?”

With a broad smile, she turned around and hopped up and down in place, that’s how thrilled she was about it. “Yeah, think about it! Doing a photoshoot in an actual haunted house! How fucking dope would that be?”

“It’s fucking stupid, is what it is. Don’t fuck with the paranormal, unless you want it to follow you home, or worse.”

Hearing this, Raven covered her mouth with her hand as her lips curled up to a smile, then spoke with a giggle on her voice. “Grave, don’t tell me you actually believe that crap. It’s not actually haunted, on the account of ghosts not being real.”

As much as he wanted to make her stand corrected, even having already parted his lips to speak up, he stopped himself and huffed. He just couldn’t bring himself to say it, or she’d make fun of him or call him crazy. “Still, we don’t have permission to go in there. That’s trespassing.”

“Wet blanket! Live a little, Grave! It won’t take that long, I promise. Don’t tell me you’re not at least a little bit excited to explore inside?”

Grave shrugged his shoulders and caved, much to her delight. She was adamant about it, and he wasn’t gonna let her go by herself. Raven took two flashlights from her bag and handed him one, and they headed up the steps of the porch. The decaying wood creaked under the stress of his shoes, sounding like it could give way at any moment, sending him tumbling onto the unkempt lawn.

Moving the loose screen door out of the way, Raven reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, and it creaked as she carefully pushed it open. She shone the cone of light inside the inky black entrance hall, and at the sight, her expression turned to absolute joy.

“Oooh, my gosh! Grave, look at this!” She stepped inside and looked around in wonder, marvelling at everything the circle of light could illuminate. The mouldy wallpaper was peeling off the wall in several places. The old but simple chandelier was attached to the ceiling with more cobwebs than chains or wires. A row of picture frames, some still hanging in there, others lying broken and withered on the mildew infested carpet floor. This house looked just as decrepit on the inside as it did on the outside, water damage and wood rot everywhere they looked, and pounds of dust giving every surface a dull grey tone.

“Close the door!” she said, spinning around with her flashlight like a kid in a candy store. Grave did as he was told, and as soon as the door shut behind him, he became aware of just how unnervingly dark it was in there, not to mention silent. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a faint and arrhythmic dripping sound, probably due to stagnant rain water or a broken water pipe, but other than that, you could hear a needle drop.

Just up ahead was the living room, much in the same state, save for all the furniture being covered in white sheets, like a gathering of oddly shaped ghosts. Minding their step, avoiding the moist spots and even a couple of shallow puddles, they made their way in there. Grave reached for the light switch, but as expected, the power had probably been cut off a long time ago. Armed with just their flashlights, they shone around, the concealed furniture painting black shadows against the walls.

“Woooow! It’s even better than I imagined! This place is incredible!” Raven commented, keeping her voice low.

“Yeah. Stinks though…”

“Well, what did you expect? This house has been rotting away for who knows how long. Decades, maybe. It’s not gonna smell like flowers.”

In the back of the room was an old style open fireplace, traces of black soot and leftover ashes collected in the hearth. Above it on the wall was a distinct rectangular shaped discolouration, like a picture or painting was once on display there. In the corner stood a tall, beautiful and wildly expensive looking grandfather clock, once proudly ticking away the seconds, now still and lifeless like a corpse.

Grave had to admit, this place was pretty amazing, inspiring even. Taking in the sights of this old, abandoned spookhouse, being in the middle of it in all its dark and creaking glory spoke to his inner horror fan, the kind of sights he saw plenty of in movies or video games. Yet as he studied this living room, something wasn’t sitting right with him. The only thing this house was left to was time and a little bit of weather. Nothing was stolen, nothing was deliberately broken or vandalised and even the dust lay undisturbed. There were no cigarette butts, no empty cans or candy wrappers, in fact no sign that anyone had entered this house in years. This wouldn’t have been so weird if it weren’t for one simple fact that nagged at the back of his mind. The front door wasn’t locked.

The twins explored the kitchen next, finding that all of the shelves and cabinets had been ransacked, more than likely before the condemnation. The vintage fridge was empty as well, unleashing a waft of stinking, stagnant air upon opening, and the sink was marred with limescale and rust.

As their expedition continued, they came to realise just how big this house was. They even came across a study room on the ground floor, complete with a small library full of dusty old books and mysterious scrolls. They found pictures, of course, but most of them were too esoteric for them to gain much from, either landscapes or abstract paintings, and they couldn’t find a single clue as to who this old residence belonged to. Almost as if all of it was wiped clean.

Carefully ascending the rickety stairs revealed the strange sight of a long white corridor, stretching so far straight ahead it seemed impossible with the geometry of the house in mind. What made it even more peculiar was that this corridor looked much cleaner than any other room they encountered so far, as if the spiders and dust didn’t even dare to soil this place. Seven doors lay before them, three on each side with one all the way in the back.

Grave gulped at the sight of it, his eyes and flashlight locked on the final door at the end of the daunting hallway. He jumped a little when Raven prodded both of his sides simultaneously and giggled.

“What’s the matter? Getting cold feet?” she smiled.

“No, just my imagination getting the better of me. Feels like every door we open could have some kind of monster behind it, or a bloody torture room.”

“Heh, I know what you mean,” she said as she skipped to his front. “But hey, I don’t know about you, but I’m loving it! This place is absolutely perfect!”

“Perfect for a horror movie, maybe,” Grave smiled at her. She didn’t seem the least bit intimidated or scared, and was having the time of her life. He wondered if she had the same feeling he did. The strange vibe in his gut that told him something was very wrong with this house. Before he could finish the thought, Raven came at him with a question that almost knocked the wind out of him with how perfectly timed it was.

“So do you actually believe in ghosts?”

He stuttered trying to look for the words to say. Of course he did. After everything he saw and experienced, how could he not. “Ehm… Maybe… I don’t know, you know.”

“Oh Grave~” She laughed and stepped closer to give him a great big hug, cooing like a mother comforting her child who just woke from a nightmare. “Don’t worry, your big sister is here for you, so don’t be scared~”

Grave grumbled and flicked his sister’s ear, looking very unamused. “Alright you little twerp, choose a door and open it.”

Every room they entered showed them much of the same thing. There were several bedrooms, and they looked equally deserted, dust bunnies littering the mouldy sheets and vanity mirrors. One room was completely empty, the only noteworthy thing being a large black stain where rainwater seeped in and caused the wall to rot. It smelled awful. Lastly, they found a bathroom with a leaking sink, a fungus infested bathtub and a particularly nasty spider on the wall that they both decided they wanted nothing to do with.

It was while Raven was rummaging around in one of the bedrooms, looking through the drawers for something of interest, that Grave returned his attention to the far end door. If he learned anything from his past experiences, it was that when his gut told him that something felt off, then it probably was, and this door, or whatever was behind it felt very much off. He reached for the doorknob, and although it turned, the door wouldn’t open. It was apparently stuck, so he pushed his weight against it. It budged, but he could feel the friction of the frame holding it back. With a good push, the door finally gave in and flung open, and what he saw in there gave him such a start that he gasped and his heart skipped a beat.

He found a room so cramped it could hardly be called a room, more like a storage space. The walls were lined with light brown timber with isolating foam spilling through and narrow beams running across, and from the ceiling hung a single naked lightbulb that had given up the ghost. The only thing stored in there showed his own startled face turning to relief as he realised what he was looking at. A mirror.

A very fine looking mirror too, a wooden frame with very intricately carved patterns and a horizontal swivel at the center. As he studied the decorative artwork, he caught something from the corner of his eyes. The dark reflection, something odd happened to it. He caught just a glimpse of it, but it looked like it blurred and shuddered for just a fraction of a second. Intrigued, he tentatively reached out for the smooth cold surface and ran his finger across it. There was not even a lick of dust on it.

His eyes grew wide when all of a sudden, a new sound permeated the deafening silence, coming from downstairs. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

“Oh, shit, Raven, you hear that?!”

His heart started to throb in early stages of panic when he didn’t get an answer back. “Raven?” he now shouted, running back down the corridor to check any room that she could be in. She was gone, all rooms empty save for one, where he found the bag she had with her. His feet stomped across the hardwood floor, kicking up clouds of dust as he rushed down the stairway, torch shining around frantically. “Raven! RAVEN!!! Where are you?!”

“Fuck!!!” he cussed, calling himself every nasty name in the book. He didn’t stay with her because he was too distracted by some stupid fucking mirror. If something happened to her he would never forgive himself. His heart pounded in his chest as he froze in the living room, and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The pendulum of the grandfather clock, stone dead before, was swinging from side to side, ticking away just as it once did.

“F-fuck you!” he shouted at the reanimated inanimate object, and continued his search for his sister, calling out her name and checking the rooms they visited before. He felt a plank of wood cracking underneath his foot, but that didn’t stop him in his tracks. Until he reached the dining room, where he was flooded by a mixture of relief and terror that nailed him to the ground.

“Raven… What are you doing?” He called out, more quiet now as he witnessed her standing there motionless, forehead leaning against the wall and her arms hanging limp at her sides. Grave held his breath as he approached her, one creaking step at a time.

“Sis?”

The grey earth pony mare didn’t even flinch when he put his hand on her shoulder. A shudder went down his spine and he began to swell with dread as her head turned to him sluggishly and her wide, distressed eyes met his.