Red and Black

A sudden thud rings out through the library as a tiny, purple dragon saunters into the library and closes the door behind him, locking it with a key.

"Hey Twilight, hey Patient." The purple dragon greets us with a friendly tone.

"Hey Spike." I respond, walking over to the angry and paranoid Twilight and putting a hoof on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll talk to him about stopping this." I smile; she smiles back.

"Who are you talking about?" Spike asks, walking over to us with a curious look.

"He's this...weird looking alicorn who moved into town. He's not changeling disgusting, sadly, otherwise I'd be more friendly to him. He's got the height and girth of a normal pony, but he isn't any sort of royalty; not by a long shot. He's also got this soot black coat and blood red mane, which just makes me really uncomfortable when I look at it. I think his name's...Dark...Slash, or something?" I enlighten Spike on the details of the situation.

"Wow." Spike reels at my description of the pony.

"Yeah, he's tried to ask me out on a date several times today! I just met him this morning!" Twilight yells, burying her face in my shoulder out of anger and groaning.

"Seriously? Is he that desperate?" Spike asks, walking over to Twilight and displaying a worried face.

"Oh, he's desperate. He also can't take 'no' for an answer." I sigh, brushing Twilight's mane with a hoof.

"Jeez. Well, I dunno what to do, actually." Spike shrugs, reluctantly. "Patient, you're staying over here tonight?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask him as Twilight removes her face from my shoulder.

"Your apartment building is being fumigated. Apparently, there were some cockroach colonies living in the walls of the place." Spike recounts the details as I become surprised and irritated.

"Seriously? Did you get any info on how long it'll last?" I ask with surprise and irritation in my voice and on my face.

"Yeah, I asked one of the ponies comin' out of there how long; he said it'll be around noon tomorrow when it gets done." Spike responds. I sigh in relief.

"Okay, good. I thought those things took weeks." I respond, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead.

"Patient, you can stay here if you want." Twilight offers with a smile.

"Thanks, but I think I'm gonna stay at a motel; I don't wanna feel like I'm mooching off you." I reject Twilight's offer.

"No, you won't be! Remember the time that you brought in that huge box of books for the library? This'll be the way I pay you back!" Twilight happily responds, grin growing much wider; I notice the sky outside is growing darker as i consider the offer for the next ten seconds.

"Well...why not?" I finally respond with a smile growing across my cheeks.

"I'll go get the spare mattress!" Twilight seems very ecstatic over my decision.

Well into the night, hours later, I'm awaken by a series of quiet thuds. guessing it was only Spike getting up to get a midnight snack or something, I disregard the noises and try to get back to sleep; only to be waken several minutes later by a series of almost inaudible slaps. Curious, I open my eyes to the wooden ceiling and rub the crusts of slumber from my eyes. Turning over, I watch the door in near blackness, wondering what the fleshy sounds are.

"Maybe he's beating his meat." I think to myself as I roll back onto my back and close my eyes.

Four or five minutes pass by of the persistent, fleshy slaps until I open my eyes to realize something...highly uncomfortable; the slaps are coming from inside the room. I look down towards my feet to see Twilight laying in her bed with Spike's bed at the foot of hers; Spike's blanket is thrown completely off, but his hands are near his chest, not his crotch. Concerned, I look to my left to see a massive shadow right next to Twilight's bed; holding something small and flaccid in it's tendrils.

"Twilight!" I shout; the shadowy figure drops the object in it's appendage and slinks back to the far corner of the room.

"Wha--!?" Twilight shouts back, pulling the blindfold off her face and turning on the lamp next to her bed, revealing everything in the room.

"What the fuck!" I roar with rage as I hop out of bed to investigate the shadow in the room: a pitiful red and black excuse of a pony.

"Hey! Twilight didn't wanna date or fuck, so I thought she would appreciate a good finishing!" The appalling alicorn shouts as I grab his red and white mane with my teeth and yank with all my might, tearing several dozen strands with sprays of warm blood spurting across the wall behind him.

Dark Slash's dejected screams echo across the room as he groped at his scalp, trying his hardest to put pressure on the head wound. I turn around and buck furiously at Dark Slash's face. My back hooves connect with his face with a sickening crack as he falls backwards, unconscious, with a river of blood flowing from his cracked and bent nose.

"Dark Slash!?" Twilight yelps, horrified with tears streaming down her face as Spike hops onto Twilight's bed in a protective stance.

"Asshole was jerkin' it over your face." I growl with rage, kicking the alicorn's tiny erection with a front hoof; Dark's bruised nub of a penis slowly recedes back into his sheath.

"That--That's over the fuckin' limit!" Twilight cries, wrapping her hooves around Spike as he tries to comfort her.

"I think I know what I'm gonna do to deal with him. I've got a few friends I can get to help me out with it, too." I respond.

"Fine, just get him out of here." Twilight whines, crying into Spike's shoulder.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"What the fuck, man? It's two in the morning." A voice rings from behind the wooden door that I had knocked.

"Dude. We gotta problem." I quietly call out to the stallion behind the door.

"Whatever." The stallion replies as he opens the door to reveal a tall, white unicorn with a messy mane; blue and light blue to be exact.

"What's wrong?" He asks, more of his body coming closer to the light my horn is producing, showing his rifle-scope Cutie Mark.

"There's some new alicorn who's been flirting with Twilight. We just saw in the library beatin' his meat over Twilight's face, and--" I'm interrupted by the white unicorn's raised hoof.

"What the fuck? Seriously; what the fuck??" The bewildered unicorn exasperates with a face of irritation and curiosity.

"Like I was saying, Trigger; the alicorn broke in and started to beat off near Twilight's face. I knocked him out with a kick. He's tied up in the basement."

"Just...let me come with you to see this fuckstick. Explain it to me on the way there." Trigger responds, running a comb through his mane with a white aura of magic and placing a pair of unfolded sunglasses across his face; ear supports pointing upwards so the lenses rest on his forehead.

"Alright. His name's Dark Slash..."