He cursed under his breath, not daring to throw a glance back at his pursuer.
How did this happen? Why did this happen?
Why was it happening to him?!
The cold, night air burned his lungs, every single pant and gasp dragging more of the frigid air into his lungs, not at all helped by the biting wind and snow flowing into his body as he ran. His mouth was dry. He stumbled.
F-fuck, no!
The beating of his heart was beginning to hurt. It pounded in his chest, threatening to burst free with every beat. He-he needed to calm down. Calm. Down.
"Sometimes, whenever I'm feeling stressed, I just take a few, deep breaths to calm down. I know it sounds stupid, but an old... friend showed it to me. Why don't you give it a try, Starry?"
The memory played through his head like an old record, the voice it came from filling him with a bit more strength.
Okay, just like she said... just... just breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
The snow crunched under hoof, the sound tearing through the silence, accompanied by a second set not far behind him.
[Heavy breathing, licking lips. A knife cutting through the air.]
"Cooommmme heeeeerrrreee!~ Slow dooooowwwnnn, sweetiiieeeee!~ I just wanna love you!"
Buildings blurred as he sped passed them. He needed help, he needed help, and fast!
He stumbled slightly, trash cans soaring into the air from the force of the collision, but he righted himself quickly.
[Gaining. Hoofsteps coming faster. Horn, crackling.
"Careful, sweetie!~ I want you in perfect condition for our fuuu-uuun!~"
He chanced a glance backward, but only managed to spot a vague silhouette, before her-burningscaldingsearing-gaze met his own and he tore his eyes away.
He cursed, forcing his legs to move just that little bit faster.
But it wasn't working. This had been going on for the past few hours now. His legs burned underneath him, every step threatening to send him tumbling. Every motion sending painful sensations through his chest, where his lungs and heart worked overtime to provide him the much needed fuel to keep moving.
The adrenaline from her initial attack had worn off by now, and the cut along his cheek was beginning to sting, even if it was too shallow to bleed much.
He was running out of steam. He was slowing down, despite his best efforts to the contrary. At this rate, then-
"Ooooooohhhh, looooveerrrrr!"
No! No, no, no nonononononononono!
He couldn't stop, couldn't slow down. Not for a second, not for an instant!
Keep moving, keep moving, keep shouting, keep yelling!
Someone, someone, anyone out there-
"HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, ANYONE!"
Nothing. No answer. Only silence.
"Hahaaa! That's not gonna woooo-oooooorrrk!~"
His breathing was growing erratic. Running was getting difficult. His hoof caught against something, sending him plowing, face first, into the icy snow. He tumbled, the world spinning around him, but he managed to correct himself, sprawling against the ground.
For a moment, he rested, his heart pounding painfully against the cold, hard ground.
[Hoofsteps, approaching fast. Jump, coming down, getting closer!]
He rolled to the side, feeling more than hearing the weight of the body crashing against the ground. He lashed out wildly, feeling his hoof collide against something hard and body. A crack, some warmth, and a scream.
"Aaahhhnnn!~ You knocked out a tooth, you naughty colt!~"
He swung once more, receiving a more pained grunt this time around, before bolting as her body struck the floor.
[A growl. Wet, gushing folds. Airy breathing, a lost tooth.
"Ooh, playing rough, eh? I like rough!"
He didn't know where he was anymore. The buildings were all completely unfamiliar, and an earth pony like him couldn't fly or use magic to navigate either. He had to get away from this mare, he had to!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
He came to a halt at an intersection. Dark windows and unlit alleyways surrounded him, the only source of light being the moonlight reflected off the snow. He swallowed, panting, gaze flickering around.
[Hoofsteps.]
She was getting closer. If he was lucky, he might be able to lose her around here. Slip into one of the alleyways, hide, then dash out while she was looking around. That would work, right?
He bolted to his right, immediately coming face to face with a grimy looking alley. A full dumpster sat against the brick walls of the rightmost building, along with a few smaller trashcans around it. A large pile of bags of foul smelling gunk were discarded on the opposite side as well, the amount of built up snow hinting at just how long it had been stuck here, if its towering height hadn't already.
The scent caused him to grimace, but it didn't prevent him from rummaging in the garbage for a moment. Thankfully, he was rewarded for the plunge as he pulled out a large, mold covered box. It was obviously filthy, mold and dark spots covering the majority of the thing. It had a few holes in it as well, completely hiding whatever logo had been on it at one point.
His nose crinkled at the sight, but the scent of molding food, rotting meat, and other unknown scents hadn't been enough to get him to vomit, so this wouldn't either.
He carefully hunkered down, sliding the box over himself, making sure to place him and his hiding spot close enough to the pile of garbage that the lack of snow on top wouldn't be too suspicious.
And so, he waited.
Covered it holes it might've been, the box still did a decent job of muffling the noise from outside, meaning he could no longer hear the hoofsteps of that crazy bitch.
He covered his mouth with a hoof, his breathing still coming out in short pants.
He needed to breathe, he needed to breathe!
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Everything was silent. Totally silent. His own breathing, quiet it might've been, sounded to him like the roar of a tornado siren in the still air.
[Snow crunching.]
All at once, his entire body seized up. The sound hadn't been far away.
[Crunching, getting closer.]
His body began shaking.
[Crunching right next to the box.]
Heart thumping, blood pumping, get ready get ready get ready-
[Crunching, passing the box. Growing quieter. Quieter. Gone.]
He didn't dare breathe. Th-this, wasn't right. No, no nonononononono! A joke, a prank, a deceit a lie! She wasn't fooled she wasn't fooledshewasn'tfooled-!
[Horn crackling, air popping, falling, descending, on top of him.]
Move!
He tore through the box, bursting free in an instant, the sound of crushing cardboard signaling his pursuer's landing.
"Awwww!~ I missed! Why'd ya have to run, sweetie?~"
[Metal tinkling, twirling, cutting through air.]
Something struck his back legs, wrapping around them, and sending him crashing to the ground with a solid 'Oof!'. His eyes widened, adrenaline shooting through his body once more.
Captured! He'd been captured!
His front hooves found purchase against the ground, only for something heavy to latch onto his left leg, nearly tearing it out of its socket and forcing him back to the ground.
The hoofsteps grew closer, the sound of crunching snow punctuated by moments of silence.
She was taking her time!
His struggling redoubled, the metal-or whatever it was-wrapped around his legs making a racket as he threw himself to and fro in an attempt to toss them off.
"HELP! HEEEEELLLP! SOMEBODY!"
His shouting went unheard once more, and the chain wrapped around his left leg was suddenly jerked, the action finally popping it out of its socking as he was forced onto his back.
His vision was flooded with spots, the pain stealing away his breath for an instant. As they cleared, his eyes barely managed to focus on her.
He froze instantly, coming face to face with his hunter.
A soft yellow coat, matched only by the equally soft purple of her mane. Enchanting blue eyes stared down at him, practically shining in the dark of the night.
She was beautiful. Utterly gorgeous. She would've easily been the prettiest mare he'd ever seen in his life, if only it weren't for that smile.
It was too wide. Every single tooth in her maw was visible in their unnaturally white glory, save for one, small black spot where a tooth had once been. It almost looked broken, distended, on her rather small face. Despite it, her eyes were wide open, staring deeply into his own, as though she could delve in and steal every last thought from his head.
"IIII gooooot yooooouuuu!~"
Her voice was cloyingly sweet, sliding through one ear and out the other, leaving him shivering. The voice sent splinters of fear digging through his spine.
Her horn crackled with blue light, and a familiar knife floated into his vision, adding to the terror he was feeling. He licked her lips,
"Ooohoohooo!~ You put up quite the chase, sweetie," she cooed, leaning down, her tongue sliding along his cheek. It flicked back into her mouth, teeth closing with a sharp click, "Mmmm! You taste delicious!~" she whispered, her breath tickling his ear.
She leaned back, and his unchained hoof snapped forward, solidly colliding with her cheek, before a flash of light blinded him.
Pain.
He gasped, body seizing and spasming as his hoof was caught in a crushing magical grip.
"Oh?~ You still have a little fight in you, hmmmm?"
She pulled away his hoof jerkily, every motion sending spikes of pain lancing down his leg. She smiled down at him, and twisted-
Bone cracked, snapping instantly. Muscle and flesh tore, twisting into thin strands, before tearing away. A silent scream left his throat, blood being flicked aside in the sharp, spiraling motion, more than a few drops getting into his mouth, before his leg fell limply, blood leaking from the torn skin.
Her face shot down, slamming into his mouth. Her lips mashed against his, tongue diving down into his mouth. She wasn't gentle, her tongue violating every inch she could reach, nearly reaching into his throat.
She kept this up for nearly a minute, before the need for air caused her to rip away, strands of slightly bloody saliva linking their tongues as she rose.
"Mmmm! So sweet!"
She giggled, taking a step forward so that she straddled him. She slammed her firm plot against him, grinding against him and leaving a very wet trail against his crotch. She grinned, eyes crossing as her tongue flopped out of her mouth,
"Hmmph!~ Oh, yes! You've got quite the package, don'tcha?~"
He growled, his remaining front leg snapping up as well, only to be held back by the per-existing chain holding him down. He didn't dare look at whatever it was, his eyes locked exclusively on the knife in her grasp.
"Aww, don't be like that, cutie! Just enjoy what's gonna happen!... See? You're little friend seems to be looking forward to it!"
Indeed. Against his wishes, the stimulation this bitch was providing was enough to get his dick up and twitching. It wasn't hard, yet, but the soft, velvety lips of the pussy rubbing against it would solve that problem quick.
Tears sprouted from his eyes at the thought.
Sh-she was-he was-o-oh Faust-
N-no, no, no, nonono, th-that couldn't happen! Sh-she wouldn't-!
Unable to even finish the thought, his struggling renewed itself. He grunted, pulling against the chain on his left leg, while also doing his back to buck the bitch off of him, throwing his body to the sides in hopes of shoving her off.
This, unfortunately, only made the situation worse. The added stimulation jump-started his dick into rising, until it stood straight, nestled firmly in the crook of this mare's ass-cheeks.
"Mmmhmhmmmm!~ Yeeeeesssss, get hard for me~"
"...."
"Hmm? Did you say something?~"
"... Why...?"
"Hmmmmmm?"
"Why...?" he choked.
She blinked down at him, her eyes twinkling in confusion, before a smile split her face,
"'Why'?~" she asked, "Because, I love you of course!" she said, "How could you even ask that?"
The knife suddenly plunged, coming to a stop an inch from his skin.
"Eeevver since I first laid eyes on you, I knew. You were mine!~" she hissed, pressing her chest again his, "Your body would be mine, your heart would belong to me, it would only be a matter of time..." she said, clicking her tongue, the tip of the knife colder than ice against his skin, "But no, you never noticed me..." she added, her voice taking on a saddened tone, dragging the knife across his skin, yet she refrained from breaking it, "No matter how I prettied myself up, you never even looked at me. Too busy looking at that slut, Moondancer," she growled.
He swallowed, his gaze locked onto the knife as she lazily drew circles on his skin with it.
He thought about defending his beloved marefriend, but figured now wasn't exactly a good time.
"i-I'm so-sorry for not s-seeing you, L-Love Struck, c-can we just... s-start over?" he asked, stammering horribly.
Love Struck stared at him for a moment, before smiling.
"Nope!~" she chirped, before the knife was suddenly jammed up to its hilt in his shoulder.
He cried out. His shoulder was on fire, the blade scraping against bone as it sliced through flesh. It burned and seared, yet the blade still felt so frigid. The conflicting sensations sent equally confusing signals to his brain, but he could still make out what Love said next.
"You're mine now, Starry Night. You're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours. Tonight, and forever. I spent my whole life chasing you since that day, so it's only fair that you give me a foal, right?" she asked, staring down at him, her gaze filled to the brim with lust, "Then you can die happily, right?"
She lifted her hips, carefully aligning his rod to her utterly drenched entrance. His engorged flare pressed against her lower lips for an instant, before she slammed herself onto him.
Pleasure stole away his breath, her hot, slick insides pulsing and clenching around him. He was melting in the heat, the pressure, it felt-
Pain slammed into his consciousness like a runaway train as she tore the knife from his shoulder, erasing any pleasure he felt from their joining.
Anger, followed by shame, burned through him in the instant his mind cleared. That he'd actually felt pleasure from-from-this was enough to-
His thoughts were derailed once more as she lifted herself and slammed down once more.
"Mmfph!" she groaned, beginning to really piston her hips, "Ooooh, yes! You're so fucking big! I love this cock!" she screamed, throwing her head back, "We're together now! We're connected in the best way two ponies can be!" she screamed. She threw herself forward suddenly, hooves slamming against the ground to the sides of his head, her nose inches away from him. "Can you feel me, Starry Night? Feel my hot, wet cunt squeezing around you? Milking you for everything you're worth?!" she shrieked.
He grunted in pain, the furious pounding of her hips against his jerking his shoulder around. In a way, he was grateful for the wound. If he was going to be r-raped, he refused to feel any pleasure from the act.
Still, that didn't mean he was just gonna let her rape him. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn't knock her off, not with the way she was impaled on him, and his shoulder was going to prevent him from doing anything with it!
Stop! Just, just, d-don't think about it! Focus on something, anything else!
He closed his eyes. Anything, anything, but this!
Focus. Focus! Just-just like Moonie taught him-
Breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Ou-
Agony broke him from his thoughts, forcing his attention to turn back to the act he was forcibly taking part in.
Love Struck's tongue was hanging out of her mouth by now, and, judging by the stickiness around his crotch and the clenching of her insides, she'd just cum.
That didn't stop her from taking the knife and slashing open his chest, however.
He grit his teeth and held back a shout, only to scream as the mare slammed the knife into his right shoulder.
"Aww, what's the matter, honey?~" she asked, ripping the knife free, "Does it hurt?~"
She giggled, raising the knife, only to pause. She stared at it for a moment, bringing it close to her face. She continued staring, only for her tongue to lash out, cleaning a large strip of the blood from the knife. She smacked her lips slightly,
"Hmm? Not bad..." she said, staring down at him, hungrily. A grin suddenly split her face, "Hmmhmhm.... That was your blood, you know!" she said, slamming a hoof against his chest, a strangled gasp leaving his throat, "It's what gives you life! Life, your life!" she said, "It's so nice and warm~" she cooed, leaning down to start lapping at the gash on his chest.
Her tongue pushed at the wound, sending painful jolts through his chest. She slurped and sucked at the wound, slipping her lips into the gash and forcefully spreading it with her jaw.
He could feel his skin splitting as she moved, teeth scraping against his rib-cage.
She straight suddenly, her face covered in blood, staining her bright yellow coat crimson.
"Mmmmm!~" she cooed, licking her lips, "So yummy!~" she giggled, "Your life is in my tummy, now," she giggled, leaning down slightly, "It's sooo warm, Starry," she whispered, lifting the knife, "Why don't you try some so?" she asked.
His eyes widened an instant before she sliced, cutting open a wide gash across her own chest similar to his.
"Aahhn!~" she gasped, her pussy clenching, "Mmm!"
Her hooves shot out, clasping, none-too-gently, around his head, before pulling it up against her chest.
Warm blood was splattered against his face, the scent of iron overpowering the lingering smell of the garbage. He tried pulling away, but was stopped,
"Ah, ah, ah!" she said, pressing him closer to her chest, "Drink!"
Her hooves found their way to his nose and jaw, forcefully wrenching his mouth open. The sickening taste of copper flooded his taste buds. It washed over his tongue, the sticky, film-like texture of blood coating his tongue.
He gagged at the taste, retching as she forcibly ground his face against her wound. A burning sensation in his throat warned of the bile that threatened to rise as one particularly rough motion caused his teeth to scrape away some of her flesh.
She stopped suddenly, then, in one, furious motion, she slammed his head against the ground. Stars danced across his vision, perverted giggling ringing in his ears.
"Hehehe!~ Starry drank my blood!~" Love Struck sang, her hips hammering away at his once more, "I'm in him, and he's in me!~"
He gagged, and coughed up a glob of blood-whether it was his or hers, he was unaware-where it splattered lamely against the ground.
His body hurt, yet he could not feel it. Every furious slam of Love's hips against his own only made that more apparent. The cold from the snow against his back was spreading up his sides, bringing some form of relief to the-burningsearing-wounds on his shoulder, and the mutilated mess of his leg.
His eyes... were getting heavy...
He blinked... and blinked...
[*BA-DUMP* *BA-DUMP*]
The corners of his vision... were...
[*BA-DUMP*... *BA-DUMP*]
Couldn't... breathe...
[*BA-DUMP*.... *BA-DUMP*]
"Aww!~ Is cutie getting tired?"
Pain returned his senses, the blindingburningsearingagonizing sensations rushing up from his crotch, where Love had just stabbed his dick!
The blade dug into his skin, wriggling around. It tore and pushed aside flesh, warm, hot blood gushing from the small, but gaping, incision.
"You don't get to sleep, until you've blasted my belly full of your babies!" Love snarled, the beautiful features of her face twisted and warped into the stuff of nightmares.
Her eyes were bugging out, her smile replaced by a manic scowl that showed far too many teeth. She was looking a tad paler, likely from blood loss, but it only made her appearance all the more harrowing.
Her thrusting grew faster, more impatient, and it only made the pain worse.
He could feel her insides scraping against his own. White hot agony pounded against him in waves, in time with her frantic thrusts
His core suddenly tightened, an all too familiar pressure building in his crotch, which further ignited the pain he felt.
He grunted in pain, dick pulsing and twitching in both pain and pleasure. It was getting closer, closer, closer closer coming coming cumming-!
He gasped, cock throbbing as white hot heat shot through his dick, and Love moaned erotically above him. He could feel his fluids pumping her full. A few spurts of white leaked from her entrance, the almost scalding heat of his seed burning his skin as it flowed.
His heart hammered away in his chest, tears prickling his eyes.
N-no... no... I-I just...
Choked sobs left his throat, weakly. He felt, he felt... filthy. Tainted, rotted, the absolutely pinnacle of sick to his stomach.
"Ahhh...~" Love moaned, lovingly stroking her stomach, "You caaaaaaame!" she sang, smiling down at the broken stallion beneath her, "You came in me!" she added, licking her lips, "And so much too! You definitely got me pregnant!"
She giggled and gingerly stepped off of him, her now unobstructed pussy leaking a steady stream of his cum,
"Mhmhm! Such a big load!~" she giggled, staring down at him, "Tell me, Starry, how does it feel to lose our virginities together?" she asked.
He glared at her, weak as it was. His vision was fading again, but there she was, perfectly visible. She giggled at him, her horn lighting up, tearing the knife free from his dick, the motion not even bothering his numb body anymore.
"Weeelll, that was fun!~" she said, smiling giddily, "I got to have sex with my Nighty!" she cooed, only to frown, "Oh... but my Nighty is so, super popular, he'd probably have another mare besides me..." she said, carefully approaching him, "But... no. My Nighty wouldn't ever cheat on me, I know he won't!"
She smiled down at him, then leaned forward to leave a kiss on his lips,
"He doesn't have a choice."
Love Struck have him one last blinding smile, before she began to waddle away, her hoof stroking her stomach lovingly as she did so.
Starry Night stared after her for a moment, before his head weakly fell to the ground. His blackening vision was getting worse. He coughed weakly, eyes blanky staring into the sky.
... Sorry, Moonie... guess I won't be making it to dinner...
His ragged wheezing filled the air.
He needed... to... breathe.
In
Out.
In.
...
Out.
...
In.
...
Out.
Author's Note
[EDITED 5/12/20] Hey, Future Voxum here, if you've made it this far into this thing, I can't help but applaud you. This story is... not the best. Probably not even that good, to be honest. But I wrote this story as a challenge to myself. Like I say below, I wanted to expand upon my writing and push myself to see what I can or couldn't do. This story, in my opinion, is of something I can't do all that well, if at all. I'm... not proud of what I've written here, but I won't change it, delete, or otherwise alter it in anyway, so as to keep a reminder of what I've done.
If, regardless of its quality, you enjoyed this, thank you. Also, check out my other stuff. It's a lot better than this, even if it takes a bit of time to get off the ground.
I was highly uncomfortable writing this. Not because of the blood, or anything, no. It's because of the sex. Not the rape, the sex.
Weird, huh? Oh well, guess it's just not my niche.
Still, despite that, I did enjoy writing this, in some way. I don't know, ever since writing An Innocent Question... I've been wanting to expand my writing. See what I can and can't write. Both for myself and my future work. I doubt this is any good, but... I tried my best.
Also, does it say something about me that all the ideas I'm getting for my writing aren't fluffy stories for The Champion of Harmony: What If? but this shit?
Hope you guys... well, 'enjoyed', I guess? Constructive criticism appreciated. See you next time!
