Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the fifth installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic going beyond the typical oneshots I had made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fimfic for this chapter here will deal with certain subject matters considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you this chapter is only a nightmare but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, it will help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

As always, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, only this concept of my fanfic still belongs to me so I will say this line one time: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you've but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Cacophony

If there were at least one thing worth noticing straightaway, then it would be the sheer fact in which the forces of uncertainty were strong with the dark side. Having said that, it didn’t mean visibility itself was reduced to complete nothingness: there were a sea of stars and a crescent moon but the latter was a deep red. Within an enormous dream drop distance was nearly enshrouded in the jet black void, obscuring the identity of any and all materials underneath the firmament. The calm gentle breeze was still found to be surfing across the unknown plane, causing some of the structures within the area to stare sway forwards and back. Standing in the background were towering behemoths, each of them with their flickering lights jumping about with every single color imaginable so to speak. Considering the lack of substantial details, it would seem that such an environment in and of itself would be desolate, lifeforms from any species absent.

One exception stood out and about amongst the dark location: a lonely woman was found to be lying about on her right side. Her tresses were short and spiky, bearing a preponderantly light shade of mint with a white hot streak directly in the middle. In the grand scheme of things, the lonely woman had been in possession such integuments of a bright and clear complexion. Over her full body were but a skimpy white tube top matching the slippers and small blue shorts hugging the wearer’s thighs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” screamed a loud voice but it didn’t belong to the lonely women at all; with that said, it’d pierced her ears so instantaneously, the eyelids flew open and bore small goldenrod orbs straightaway.

Though caught off–guard, she took it to herself to study the environment underneath her body: even with the illumination of the moon and stars, the only source of color she’d found was black; needless to say, this had left her with question coming up and running to the surface being asked, “oh dear, this must have been too much for me: what kind of candy did Bon–Bon make for me? Come to think of it, where’s Bon–Bon; how come I’m here all alone: better yet, where’s Star Dreams…?”

As the lonely woman started to take a stand, a gust of wind sideswiped her back, causing her to shiver about while the updraft rustled away; in the process, her flopping ears were now treated to a gentle yet careless whisper, “Lyra…”

“Huh, who’s there; who are you and how do you know my name?!” the titular traveler barked out, fervently shifting her gazes around and about in search of an identity, “I know martial arts…!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!” another loud scream had invaded the minty woman’s ears, this time forcing her to cover them both up right away.

She couldn’t help herself but to hear some ringing in her ears, thinking quietly about the circumstances of it all: the unknown surroundings, the abnormal skies, and her being alone were a mystery to help her focus on tasks at hand; at the very least, the hunger for answers was more than enough to try and figure things out for now as she’d cerebrated, “okay, Lyra; you can do it. You’re stuck in a new environment for who know how far away you are from the house, let alone your wife and child: not only that, you can’t seem to make out the surrounding and it seems that the lunar eclipse is in action; no pressure, it would be easier if you could find your way out of this one though…”

“How about a clue…?” another whisper crawled into Lyra’s ear again despite her efforts, prompting her to recheck her only details again with clarity and anger, “just follow the trail and you’ll be there…”

“WHAT TRAIL; WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ME?!” the minty woman snapped, her face flushed with a king crimson; of course, such a state was ephemeral when a whir was heard nearby her, followed by a bright light shown from a lamppost with its adjacent radius, a pair of suspended baskets opposed each other at a rectangular asphalt where red rested closely.

From there, she could see plainly other things as well: some green grass blowing in the wind, a few trees dancing about, and some regions of barriers made up of stones; although her fury remained, it’d started to dwindle about as she'd gulped, only for the same scream to return thrice, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

In spite of the loud familiarity, Lyra had found the inner strength to head towards the illuminated area, taking note of the red afore herself in the process as she’d trudged forward only carefully. Considering where the minty woman had discovered herself in just recently, she’d nevertheless possessed every right to remain wary of the undiscovered territory still around her altogether. Even though she was given a piece of information about the location at large, it still wasn’t enough to be considered veritable; in her mind, the dangers were there despite being unspotted. Definitively put, Lyra’s simple goals, if at all, were now being reliant on some ambiguities here and there: of them being a scarlet track seemingly painted on surface ever so thinly for her to see.

“I don’t know what’s going on here: besides the screaming and the whispering, something or someone has bothered to turn on the light; now that I think about it, I seem to know this place…” the minty woman thought, scanning the details before herself which had been given out at once, “this is Bowstring Park; I tend to take Star Dreams here all the time since she was a little kid. Something’s wrong though: usually, there are more than one light being on in this here park yet everything else is still in the dark; what in Equestria is going on here? Why is that even the case: how come someone or something knows my name, let alone able to help me out with this; what intentions does this entity want with me all of the sudden…? I don’t like where this is even going: on the one hand I know this place inside and out like a book yet I feel something chilly upon my skin; even strangely, this trail before me looks like blood but when I move closer to it, it shrinks and fades.”

“Hurry, Lyra… there isn’t any time to waste…” the other voice murmured into her ears again as soon as she’d currently faced an upwardly incline before her twitching eyes, “follow the path and stay on it; it won’t fail you now…”

“What–––” the eponymous listener struggled to speak before the light abaft herself disappeared directly; almost immediately, she was now alone in the dark, save for the moon and stars above as well as the trail that glowed, giving her a way out of the uncharted territory despite the sudden return.

Perspiration started to seep out from the minty woman’s integuments as she stared at the slope afore herself; although her straight face held its ground, it’d vibrated once more thanks to the same scream, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

“Shit…!” she’d struggled for some lungful of air, shot up with such adrenaline as she was sauntering upon the scarlet without any sensitivity whatsoever; soon enough, she could now look back and find her point of origin now enveloped in darkness while the airstreams around herself flew around to carry the dust in the wind, “what the–––”

Needless to say, Lyra was at a loss for words when she returned focus onto the unbeaten path provided for herself: there were a series of houses within her line of eyesight, each with their own variances in acreage and materials alone; of course, the one thing that struck a chord with her was how they were all twisted up in the shape of living faces.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” the scream took the minty listener’s focus onto the new environment as she reluctantly turned her gaze onto the glowing red underneath her feet.

While she’d showed no problem whatsoever in following the directions provided altogether, she was nevertheless lost in her own thoughts so to speak, “what is with all this fucking screaming?! It’s like the voice is close by but no one is here besides me; as a matter of fact, I can’t seem to find anyone else at all: no police officers, no pedestrians, not even a stray pet. It’s too lonely to even be Nightmare Night, let alone too cold for it to be happening; in fact, it’s not even Kooky Prank Day, let alone the time for pranks: it’s too out of season for it, much less too elaborate for anyone to go this far, especially Princess Luna of all people. Besides, I don’t remember her causing an eclipse on her watch or her sister; it’s just too scary, not to mention weird: the moon’s usually white or black at this time of night. Come to think of it, what’s with all these houses on this street looking so gnarly: they look like they’ve seen a ghost or some ghoul roaming the streets like it’s the end of the world or something; in addition, how come they’re making all these faces and stuff…?”

“Lyra…” the wind cried out once more, albeit quietly, “Lyra… Lyra… Lyra… Lyra… Lyra… Lyra…”

“WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME; CAN YOU AT LEAST SHOW ME YOUR FACE ALREADY?!” the aforementioned pedestrian shouted, almost at her wit’s end with the whole ambiguity and aloofness present.

Like before, there was no answer, at least not one taking any shape or form for the minty woman to see, smell, or even touch whatsoever, much to her growing annoyance; even more so, the stars above her were starting to fade away and all that came in her place was some more screaming, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”

Soon, she could see that the moonlight, despite being tinted in the same color as the very trail before her, started to fade away as well; nevertheless, the path in question still glowed while her resolve began to fade. In a matter of seconds, each and every structure around Lyra’s position was slowly becoming enveloped in the darkness she’d attempted to vacate from, leading to more sweat escaping from her pores throughout. Now, it would seem the only thing guiding the minty woman is the red trail before her feet, its length and structure dissipating after taking one step closer to it after another as her speed began to increase gradually.

“Who are you running from, Lyra; who are you running to: some friendly neighbor or some familiar face…?” the airstreams howled quietly, not that she paid any mind to it since she kept dashing about onto the solid plane, “there’s no escaping it…”

“Shut up… shut up… SHUT UP…!” Lyra cried as she kept running away from the enveloping void to no end in sight, if at all.

At this point, the minty woman was sweating and drooling about as she’d remained focus on the path provided; subsequently, she soon came across what would now appear to be the source of all the shrieks throughout the atmosphere, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”

In a span of mere seconds, she’d stood in front of a house within the neighborhood that lit up, glowing bright like the sun without blinding her goldenrod eyes. For starters, the patterned roofing had some sweetly silver chariot requiem having been torn up by decay with its crystalline rectangles of moody blues shattered. The surface area of the domicile was overwrought with much lifeblood, now tainting both the woodworking and bricklaying alike from the very windowpanes. Whilst the white door had remained unmoved and untouched, its placement served as the lone overseer of the withering plants illuminated by the glowing trail.

“Holy shit…!” exclaimed Lyra as she’d reluctantly edged closer to the premises with a heavy breath, trotted past the thorny shrubs as the red path guided her to climb the small stairway, only to find that the door was left ajar; upon pushing herself to open it and the green door abaft, she was treated to a grizzly sight, “SWEET CELESTIA!”

The minty woman was shocked to find the room behind them had been thrown into a state of professional chaos and general disarray for her to find. The background, though currently enveloped by a bright red lighting, was stained with many streaks of the same substance as the outer side been in. Furniture was thrown aside, some of which had done damage to a nearby cabinet where both the glass and electronics within the room now stood broken.

All of this destruction and mayhem paled in comparison to seeing a tenant lying at her feet: it was another woman coughing and gurgling about. Like Lyra, the tenant in question wore her hair in two clashing colors of both dark blue and hot pink, except these were now matted and adhesive. Nevertheless, the minty woman found her counterpart’s lightly tanned skin riddled in bruises and cuts of many various shapes and sizes imaginable. The supine tenant’s eyes of true blue were undermined and underlined by deep heavy bags of black with textures of such a watery translucency. Most startlingly, Lyra noticed very clearly the lack of textiles over her correspondent’s buxom body, fluids of many colors and viscosity over it.

“Lyra…” the supine tenant struggled to speak up.

The minty woman couldn’t stop her resolve from imploding, her bioelectric shock supplanted by great melancholy as she cried, “Bon–Bon…?”

“Get out of here, please… while you still can; hurry…!” the aforementioned woman coughed laboriously, struggling to move to no one’s avail whatsoever, “they’re still in the house, for Celestia’s sake…!”

“They… who’s they; where’s our daughter, Star Dreams?!” Lyra whimpered, still unnerved by the disabled tenant’s state overall.

Panting and wheezing, Bon–Bon answered the minty woman, “I’m sorry… I’ve failed you again… it happened to both of us… I was just helping, Star… get into bed when… they came up to… the doorway to knock… I asked them who they were but they… someone from behind attacked me…!”

“You’re not making any sense: who attacked you; where is she?!” Lyra sniffled, trying to make sense of what she’d witness and listened to.

The tanned tenant talked to the minty observer tensely, “please, Lyra, go on… get out of here… it’s too late for us… these men, no, these devils… THESE DEVILS ARE STILL IN THE HOUSE…!”

“What devils…?” the titular traveler trembled tepidly, tearing up at Bon–Bon’s sudden outburst, “cut out the nonsense; what are you talking about?!”

“The new way, Lyra Heartslut…!” a harsh masculine voice rasped out from seemingly nowhere; before the minty woman could turn around, she was shoved over the tanned tenant’s body before tripping and falling near the bloodstained wall.

Lyra groaned in pain as she felt her head having abruptly making contact with the shambolic partition, turning around to find a singular muscular individual standing in the entrance where the former came in. Not much could be said about the new arrival, let alone the intentions behind it so to speak of it; nevertheless, the minty woman couldn’t resist scowling considering the fact she’d been forced over Bon–Bon now. Relaying information already gathered from this indignant observation, Lyra could see nothing but darkness upon the invader from head to toe, save for some bright blue eyes and a pair of fans glowing white hot.

With memories of their mutual pain etched into the minty woman’s mind, she was quick to spit it out at the muscular individual up in front of themselves, “what is this ‘new way’ you speak of, you bastard: who on Celestia’s domain the fuck are you; did you have something to do with this?!”

“Lyra, please…!” the tanned tenant haggardly cried out towards the eponymous observer nearby, “go…!”

“Bon–Bon…!” the worrisome minty woman whimpered wistlessly, still mindful of the sinking reality where the aforementioned counterpart lain.

It didn’t take long for both of the females to be greeted with the sights more reminiscent of the new arrival, currently overwhelming themselves in mere multitudes alone in an instant: out the many, one of which found the time to hiss, “you should have listened to her hot ass when you had the chance, dyke…!”

“What is this: who are you; what are you?!” Lyra choked out as she was now noticing the space around her and the tanned tenant shrinking in circumference, “why us of all people; what do you want from us?!”

“Shut it, bitchface; say another word and we’ll start the show with you instead…!” another one of the invaders barked, grabbing the minty woman over to the side with a claw directly up to her face.

Lyra became helpless as she’d watched Bon–Bon get hoisted up off of the carpeting by the others, the latter’s arms wrapped around their shoulders as both feet were now merely a few inches off the ground; not only was the pain in such a voice authentic, even the former felt it too as a claw cut beneath the goldenrod eye as its owner thought, “what show: what do they mean?!”

“A long time ago, our queen came to this land in search of love only to find death at the hands of your dear neighbor; as a result, all of her plans of conquest came to a bitter end with a war…!” the first of the new arrivals gruffly snorted, leering at both woman with concupiscence in eyes, “even worse, your slut of a so–called wife had killed three of our comrades in the conflict…!”

“Only because of what… you were doing to… Lyra, you shifty… fuck; there’s not a day… that goes by she went… without shedding a… tear from the pain and… suffering you’d put… her through: raping and… torturing her body… to no end with your… cocks and faces like you’re… above the consequences…!” the tanned tenant hacked out in growing defiance.

The invaders couldn’t resist laughing at Bon–Bon as a low roar showed up from behind their leader; speaking of which, it was now the latter’s turn to reply, “rape is a strange word; we prefer the term mating: unlike your kind who chose to rely on their urges to copulate for leisure, we changelings mate to grow our numbers. Our queen usually takes the liberty to choose a subject worthy of bearing her young so as to fill in the ranks with the strongest among us, each with their own attributes more suited for conquest and survival; of course, even she isn’t alone with such an ability: we can pick and choose our mates to either do the same with the males or leave the females with our traces of traits. At the very least, with the rates of our reproductions, the younglings in our reach would’ve been spawned in at least half the amount of time compared to your ilk: by then, all of Equestria would have been hers for the taking as well as the subjects to be given for us to do as we please; of course, this didn’t come to pass. The moment she’d perished at that coward’s hand was when all our plans and ambitions fell through the shaft: not many of her children could know what to do next now that she was gone and some of our spies have either died, disappear, or disgraced themselves and the queen by choosing to live with them side by side instead of stealing their love as planned. Even with her gone, the name and legacy would’ve still lived on irregardless; it’s a shame that she isn’t there ruling in the Princesses’ stead to see it happen, not that you cared since you’d killed some of our soldiers as well as the young for the sake of revenge.”

“What do you know… about strength or love…?” the tanned tenant hissed with indignation, staring out into the lead individual’s eyes with some adrenaline, “all that your kind know… is how to lie, cheat… steal, kill, and destroy… to your heart’s content… of course, knowing you… your kind never had… any hearts or souls of… your very own to claim… The worst part is the… fact you and that bitch… had to rely on… this fake fuck shit to… carry out your dark… demented futures… like it’s just business… I’d pity you all… if it weren’t for the… fact you try to go… and take over our… homeland just for some… approval for your… so–called queen of… yours, you scumfucking… devils!”

“Speaking of which, we’ve had the luxury in partaking one of the old forgotten rituals from Old World: all we had to do was find a young maiden of choice and deliver her to our dark lord willing to bring our beloved queen back; ‘til then, it’s shameful her soul resides in Tartarus…” the new arrival’s leader buzzed before bellowing with a bellyful of laughter inside no less.

It wasn’t long until the minty woman’s eyes widen with shock as she’d called out to Bon–Bon, “what are they talking about…?”

“I’m sorry, Lyra: I’d tried to stop them but there were to many and some of them caught me by surprise; even worse, they’ve done such awful things to her before my eyes…” the tanned tenant had answered the titular traveler timidly with tears in her eyes, “Star Dreams is… Star Dreams… OH, CELESTIA!!”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” the minty woman wailed as the details sat in.

Sure enough, one of the invaders appeared at the doorway carrying an enormous instrument in its grip: although it’d made sounds, it was of one note, not of any concern as its slender bar bore rotating teeth; in addition, the base was was dark red like the very substances clothing Bon–Bon’s body as of now.

Of the two women whom were currently witnessing the object in question within possession, Lyra couldn’t resist gasping tearfully, soon suddenly pulled away from the tanned tenant at once; meanwhile, the latter was being dragged off to the opposite side where the damaged items stood, both eyelids now widening in a mixture of shock and horror as the wielder entered the house.

The lead individual went over to the minty woman’s side and snickered, “don’t feel too bad, slut: at least you get not only a front–row seat to our entertainment but also an extent of our new powers; afterwards, revenge will be ours for the taking and she will rise from the ashes to rule all of Equestria as she’d hoped and dream for, like before…”

“What are you doing?!” Lyra cried as the bladed instrument was being moved closer to Bon–Bon’s side slowly but surely, “stop it! Bon–Bon!”

“No… get away from me… GET AWAY FROM ME…!” the tanned tenant screamed loudly, kicking her feet but to no avail as both of their pleas were unheard, the slender object’s revving increasing in decibels for all to hear clearly.

Without so much as a warning whatsoever, the rotating teeth of the instrument was guided into Bon–Bon’s left leg, cutting deep within her bared wet flesh as she’d felt something hot and rigid separate whatever fibers of their being, crying out in shock while blood escaped from the newly grown wound inflicted upon by the wielder as the minty observer shrieked about, “NOOOOO!!”

As soon as one leg was split off, another had gotten subjected to the same fate as its tanned owner hollered about at the searing sensation she was suffering from before they were gone; despite the empty stumps now taking their very place, her attacker was far from finished, currently motioning up and down over the corpulent stomach in range of an imminent onslaught. In only seconds, Bon–Bon groaned as she’d watched her torso being opened up with the same object, more blood spraying out from the new laceration alongside some chunks of organs and another similar being of a smaller size than any of the inhabitants in question; as the contents thereof were crawling outward, the vision within her true blue orbs had started to fade away.

“Wait for me…!” the overseer of the new arrivals chuckled as he’d now moved on from Lyra’s side, abandoning her to marinate in her own sweat and tears at the sight of the tanned tenant’s dismembered and eviscerated form while trading places with the wielder in exchange for some ownership over the bloodstained object, “now then…”

“Stop it… STOP IT…!” the minty woman cried whilst the lead invader grabbed onto Bon–Bon’s tresses and started cutting into the latter’s neckline, the loud instrument’s revolving dentition tearing away the flesh and fluid off before the bone was disconnected; soon enough, the former could see what had been done: the new wielder now slung a head away from its very body.

It was at this point all the darkly coated beings active hooted and hollered at the dirty deed their leader had done dirt cheap, drowning out the melancholy Lyra was overwhelmed in presently; speaking of which, she watched as the tanned tenant’s dripping head was edged to her lips while its owner’s possessor spoke, “so, how do you like your girlfriend now? Oh, the fun we’re going to have with you…”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” the minty woman screeched before struggling to escape but with no success as she was slapped and punched in the face and abdomen respectively, sending her back onto the ground, this time flat on her stomach before feeling her hair being pulled on, “no… no…”

“You got yourself a nice body too, don’t you…?” the new arrivals’ overseer chuckled before slicing Lyra’s clothes into pieces, leaving her completely in the altogether as Bon–Bon was.

In a small span of seconds, the minty woman felt at least three invaders coming to her side before getting into position, leaving her no room whatsoever to escape or call for any assistance. Her heavy breaths were now stifled by a thick unyielding appendage lodged within the mouth, sliding in and out without any rhythm or emotion whatsoever as her body tensed up from it all. Lyra couldn’t resist shedding so many tears as she was being explored in the very same room where she’d witnessed the tanned tenant being left to be dishonored and die before her very eyes. While the three assailants were ravaging their minty victim, she could listen to the rest of them cheering the former group on at her expense as her face became red with embarrassment alone. She could even feel more fluids coating her body now mixing in with the blood, sweat, and tears: saliva shot out from the mouth, urine trickling onward, and some white painted her matted hair. Even as both eyelids were shut away, Lyra couldn’t control her own tears or her invaders’ movements as she felt like her throat was going to become full with a hot and heavy compound. The minty woman’s body was convulsing to and fro as the invaders were taking their time to enjoy herself at her lower point, laughing and growling while causing her pain and sorrow too. She’d started cerebrating about the defiled corpse which had used to be Bon–Bon herself and the notion of wanting to embrace the cold equation that befell over the likes of the latter recently. Only one thing’s certain for Lyra: soon enough, the tanned tenant’s murderer and the two lone compatriots acting alongside would be finished with her and be done with their wayward task.

As they were pushing and pulling into the minty woman, she’d ruminated onward about her fate, “it happened again: reduced to a common whore, just like seven years ago; now, these monsters, have taken my precious wife and child away from me…! It seems no matter where I go, they won’t leave me ago: Ponyville, Canterlot, Rosemound; it’s like there’s no bounds anymore…! I wanna die, I want these bastards to end my suffering already; besides, I thought losing their baby was punishment enough but no: they just had to keep doing this to me, forcing me to suck and fuck like I’m some toy to them. I don’t know who this queen is or what dark lord they’d pledged their loyalty to but whatever happens next, I hope I don’t meet them in the next world. Star Dreams, forgive me for not being there to protect you this time; if I’d known what these bastards would do to you, then I could’ve kept you safe from harm at all costs. Bon–Bon, please don’t let what they did to you turn you against me: understand that I’d never asked for this nor wanted you to suffer like I had before; don’t be… don’t be…”

“Oh, hold on, I’m gonna cum as well…!” one of the assailants chirped before shoving back into her without any warning whatsoever, “UURGH–––”

“AHN~!” Lyra moaned neurotically, getting a face full of white fluid as she'd felt her loins filled up with the same familiar texture alone.

The minty woman had felt the weight of the world lessen greatly again as she was freed from her suffering yet bound by the solutions experienced and endured; the onlooker laughed at how her body squirmed and spasmed about, “you would’ve made a great model: it’s a shame you have to die; now, time to end this…”

“Huh…?” she groaned about as her visage was treated to the sight of a metal pole within her glimpse, no doubt being wielded by one of the invaders from before; almost immediately, a burst of energy returned to her weary body as she'd shrieked again, this time with clarity, “NO, DON’T–––”

None of that mattered as Lyra’s forehead was pierced with the thin object, pinning herself onto the floor before the onlookers disappeared in a puff of teal wispy sparks; now, she was alone, covered in an opaque substance only mere feet away from Bon–Bon’s parts and fluids too, the room therein bearing the mess that had been made.