28 Days To Armageddon

As the conspiracy raged unknown to everyone except those involved, something else did the same. This, however, was not secretly whispered, nor was it a plot against Equestria. This was simply a little pony being dominated by some kind of primal anger. She tried to fight against it, to override the conscious hatred that had consumed her body. But it was no use. Her magic was powerless, and all her knowledge could provide no protection. She threw up barrier after barrier, yet still the disease powered through. She was a very sick equine, and the sicker she became, the smaller she felt.

Her friends had, no doubt, abandoned her. She was not in control of her body, but could still view through the beast’s eyes. Vivid memories of tearing apart her dear compatriots’ homes and livelihoods assaulted her. She was tormented day and night by these visions, and she knew it was a side effect of the disease. Lycantropy was truly the greatest evil ever imposed upon Equestria, greater than Nightmare Moon, even. What was worse, she was its vehicle, and its appetite for destruction and terror could never be vanquished.

I’m all alone, she thought with crushing sadness, nopony’s coming for me. There’s no friendly face here…in the dark. The disease has taken my body…and it’s gnawing away at my spirit. I feel it…blood…gore…an unending thirst for the death of my fellow pony. Oh, how I hate this feeling! This wretched, detestable, downright damnable feeling! I don’t want to hurt them…but I can’t help it. This is who I am now…I walk the night…and I…I kill.

Meanwhile, back in Transylmaneia, the police grilled the aide for hours over the missing statue. She broke down in tears multiple times, but never once told the truth. For her, honesty was a terrible policy. Knowing the stakes involved drove her to continue her lies. Sex, lust, love, and a sick sense of hate pushed her. Unlike Twilight Sparkle, however, this little pony wanted to hate others. They had bullied, hit, spit, and kicked her. She’d always been an outcast, until joining up with The Grand Master, of course. Her cover as an aide to the statue keeper was just that: a cover. The magic runestone she had with her had worked, and the statue was gone. Now it was up to the rest of the organization to keep their end of the plan.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir!” She said with overexaggerated sadness, “I swear, I don’t know anything about the missing statue or how the 50 bit got under my wing!”

“Mm-hmm,” one Transylmaneian officer growled, “so I suppose the money just magically appeared?!”

“No, no!” She cried, “of course not! It must have been planted there!”

“Planted?” The other officer asked, “by who? Do you have any enemies?”

The aide looked at the table for a moment. What a question to be asked. She could write three or four books with a list of enemies she’d made. The Grand Master had promised that all of her enmity would be transformed to friendship in the new Equestria. She’d also been promised sexual freedom, plenty of bits, and a kinder existence. For all these things, which she’d dreamt of for so long, she was willing to play the bad girl a bit. She’d killed, raped, stolen, and done all sorts of terrible things. But every time she’d done it, she’d escaped. Either that, or her sob stories had done the trick. Unfortunately for her, the police weren’t buying them this time. The evidence was much too frank. A 50 bit with her hoof and wing prints on it, and only hers? She silently cursed the pony that had gifted her with such a rich coin.

“Please, sirs,” she said, putting on a face of cute innocence, “I didn’t do these things. I didn’t take the statue, and I’ve no idea how a 50 bit got under my wing. But…perhaps I could…convince you some other way?”

“Ah, trying to bribe an officer of Equestrian law, are we?” The gruff officer asked.

“Oh, no, sir!” The aide said, “I’d never do such a thing…at least, not with money.”

It was at this point that she used her prettiness and her femininity to her advantage. She began rustling about in her chare, waving her front hooves and moaning deeply. Her cries really set the officers off, as they looked for any way out of the awkward situation. She began to reach orgasmic levels of vocalizations, so one officer stepped forward and placed his hooves on her shoulders.

“Oo…officer,” the aide said sexily, “this is so…sudden.”

“Shut up, mare,” the officer barked, “I’m in no mood to play games, and I’m not gonna be taken in by you. Now…where is the statue?”

“I have no idea,” the aide responded, batting her eyes, “but I can see something between your legs that’s as stiff as a statue.”

The officer held his ground. “Listen, you petulant pony. I have no time for this. Yes, you’re very pretty, but my wife is a thousand times prettier. There’s no need to even try with me. No amount of seduction will move me away from my duties, both to my family and my country. Now, I’m gonna charge you with attempted sexual bribery, but that’s the least of your worries. Either you start talking…or we’ll move to more drastic measures.”

The aide suddenly quieted. In fact, she became so quiet that the officers’ suspicion was aroused even further. Not a single word passed her lips. It was almost like somepony had reached into her and removed her ability to speak. Sure, her lips, tongue, and vocal chords were still present, but it was as if she couldn’t figure out how to use them. It became incredibly annoying, and the officers had no recourse but to return her to a cell until she was ready to talk.

The aide was very happy with her performance, and she could almost smell the lusty aroma wafting off The Grand Master. Soon, my beautiful mistress, she thought, soon, Equestria will be gone. Soon, you’ll have the power you deserve…and soon…you’ll get to dominate me!