28 Days To Armageddon

Mist awoke and winced a bit as she was both in pain and unsure of her location. The air smelled somewhat damp and dank, like somepony had left wet towels out too long. It was also very dark, with the only provision of light being a small candle that sat on a table opposite her. She sat with her back against a wall, its cool surface betraying the stones that formed its height. She noted that her horn had been disabled, for she no longer felt magic flowing through her. Her hind legs were spread apart and held by two metal contraptions. She blushed deeply at her feminine jewel being revealed for all the world to see, but she couldn’t close herself. Her forelegs were raised above her head and had been chained to the wall. It was a very uncomfortable position, and she tried to escape. Unfortunately, whomever had done this to her was an expert in imprisonment and torture.

But, who? She asked herself, the last thing I remember…was Steel Quill revealing herself to us. Then…oh, fuck it all, there’s a hole in my memory! Come on, Mist Dawn, think! Think, damn it! What happened after that?! I remember…gas…and…choking…and…ponies crying for help. Yes, that’s it! We were all shot with some kind of knockout nerve agent…but it wasn’t Steel that did the shooting! She was looking right at us and the gas wafted in from the sides and back. So…who did the shooting?

“Ah, I’m glad to see you’re awake,” a voice sneered.

Mist looked up to see Steel looking down with a face that matched her name. She appeared to be made of iron, with her grey fur glinting evilly in the dim light. A bright red hood covered her mane, leaving only the grim visage in its wake. In a way, it represented the evil one’s personality, a deep red covering a heart as thick and unwavering as any metal. Mist thought that her parents had chosen the perfect name for her, as she glowered down upon the trapped mare. Twilight’s friend could also put two and two together and knew that she’d been violated in some way. But, strangely enough, she didn’t care. She cared more about finding Twilight and ensuring that this dastardly equine paid for her crimes.

“So…how was I?” Mist asked with a sneer of her own.

Steel chuckled. “Not bad, though I’ve had my fair share of excellent pussy before. It’s just a shame your little friend Twilight didn’t offer me hers. If she had…you wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.”

“Twilight’s not like that,” Mist growled, “and there’s nothing wrong with what she’s chosen to do with her life. Honestly, I can’t believe that a small thing like Twilight’s refusal of your advances has led to this huge calamity.”

“Calamity?” Steel asked, “I prefer to think of it as…joyous retribution. Your friend’s transformation into a werepony was not just to satisfy my lust for revenge. It was to help all of Equestria.”

Suddenly, Mist remembered that Steel claimed she was “acting on orders.” She wondered just who this pony was that had ordered Steel to do such a thing. It certainly couldn’t have been easy. The wicked mare didn’t seem easily manipulated. It was yet another argument in favor of both her name and her way of life. Mist hated every single drop of it, for it had taken Twilight away from her. Not only that, but it had created a seemingly impenetrable barrier between them. A budding friendship destroyed, and all over a refusal to mate and these unknown “orders” that Steel had.

“Who’s giving you orders?” Mist asked.

“Oh, so you DO remember what happened,” Steel said, “good. I was afraid that the gas had wiped your mind entirely. But the fact is, my sweet little prize, I am sworn under oath not to reveal this pony’s name. She will make herself known when she feels like making herself known. For this is the way…of my mistress, and soon, she’ll be your mistress as well.”

“Oh, joy. I just LOOOVE mares in leather dominatrix outfits,” Mist snarled sarcastically, “now, either you tell me her name, or I rip these chains off and tear you apart.”

“Mm…I do so enjoy it when my charges get so feisty,” Steel quipped, “but, as touching as your perseverance and determination are, those chains will never be broken. They are made from high quality polyponium, the strongest element in all Equestria. Then, they’re doused with a spell I created to ensure their absolute control over their captor. You’re mine, foolish mare, and I intend to enjoy every last second with you.”

“Alright, let’s try this another way,” Mist said, “where are my friends?”

“Oh, they’re being cared for,” Steel said, “the mares are having something along the lines of a VERY deep massage, and the stallions are being castrated.”

“WHAT?!” Mist screamed, “you let them go this instant, damn it! I’ll throw the fucking book at you, bitch! I’ll hurl it down your CELESTIA DAMNED THROAT!”

“Oh, goodness,” Steel said, turned on by all the cursing, “such talk from a deputy law enforcement officer. You know, Mist, you look awfully sexy in a police uniform.”

“You make me sick,” Mist said, “and I’ll never look at you the same way I look at a stallion. Now, dispense with the sex jokes and release me.”

“Mm…nah,” Steel said, “I’m having too much fun with you.”

“THEN TELL ME WHO YOUR MISTRESS IS!” Mist howled.

Steel chuckled. “I have you right where I want you. There is no need to reveal my mistress’s name at this time. She will reveal herself when she so chooses. However, I can introduce you…to my lackey.”

To Mist’s shock and horror, another pony entered the room. Unlike Steel, this one was very familiar to the investigator. She had jet black fur, a bright red mane, and a cutie mark of a thorn laden branch. Her eyes blazed with hatred, and her teeth gnashed in contempt. Mist’s mouth opened further and further as she recognized the pony. It was the missing statue come to life. It…was Dark Thorn.