Murder I Wrote

Murder I Wrote

Chapter 5

A Night And A New Day

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I should really write on Saturdays instead of Sundays, so my editor can edit. :x

After the most luxurious, and spicy, dinner I've ever had, the three of us laugh and slightly regurgitate our lives to each other. Back and forth, we tell more and more about the activities that have burdened, or helped, us through our daily trials. Dash tells me how she's tried out for the Wonderbolts over thirty-eight times and misses the cut every time by two other pegasi. She also informs me how she has been missing her friends a lot lately, and wants to see them again, soon.

Ferrum, on the other hand, tells me about different blades and horseshoes he crafts at a smithy in Ponyville. He talks about how the bending of metal can be a nuisance, and that using alloys can sometimes help. He also mentioned that if you mix the wrong metals together, it could become a very explosive compound. -- from memory, I recall using potassium, a soft metal, with iron, a hard metal, has some nasty results. Then again, it's been about a day since I've been here. I don't recollect very easily with certain sciences.

I decide to talk about myself. I tell them how I like to do art, and how I enjoy writing of various sorts. I share what music I like -- that is relevant to ponies, at least -- and how I enjoy just sitting outside and relaxing in the sun. I look over to Dash and ask her about the flight patterns she does. After going through a small list, I tell her that the aerodynamic feats she does are impressive, and how much I'd love to soar through the sky myself.

It seems we're almost there, but, as time passes, Ferrum opens his mouth and decides to inquire me on something.

"Shadow, you said you like ‘writing of various sorts’. Do you like to write, read, what?" Ferrum asks, looking over at me, and I nod before answering.

"I enjoy writing in general, books and such. But my favourite kind is poetry. I know, it seems lame, but I enjoy it." Ferrum smiles and I can see Rainbow Dash raise a brow.

"Poetry? Well, the only poetry I’ve heard is pretty lame. Let's hear yours." I feel heat rush to my face at her request.

"I - uh...I'm not that good. Heh..." I bring a hoof behind my neck for a second, scratching the back of my mane in a nervous manner.

"Oh, c'mon. Let's hear some." I see Ferrum nodding in agreement.

"I - ...uhm, I guess..." I sigh, coming to a halt. They sit on their rumps as I prepare to speak, clearing my throat multiple times and trying to think of the most poetic thing I've written in my life...

"If you ever gaze upon the Earth, a ball of water and dirt, you'd realize how luxurious it is from afar. You look at a phoenix, and glare down its flaming feathers. You dawn your eyes to the sword of a warrior, and feel the fighting soul within his heart. You peer down a mountain, and wonder how high you are, not how far down the drop is..."

I take a deep breath, and then sigh once more. "When I look at you, I only feel the most emotional attachment known to our minds. The way you breathe, the way you walk, and the way you talk, makes me feel like a peasant before a queen. If I could only be your knight, I'd serve you, as a subject of your kingdom would. I'd make you feel the wonders of the world beyond my spirits -- my strengths... I can only sum this up in three words, though." I stop, looking at them to see they're still listening intently.

"I love you." I sigh, folding my ears down. I feel like a tool, or something. Love poetry is what I enjoy. I can't help it.

"Wow...that was...different." Ferrum said. I didn't look at his expression. All I could think of was him snickering, or something.

"Well, if you ever need a date, that'll sure work. I'm impressed," I hear Dash's scratchy voice say, and I perk up, ears returning forward unconsciously.

"Really...? A lot of pe--...ponies have told me my love poetry is lame, and that I should learn some real literature..." I feel my heart sink. It's true, back home a lot of people told me that poetry is lame.

I loved to learn it, and Shakespeare was my speciality in English classes. I still remember my monologue from the Merchant of Venice that I did in Drama.

"Well, don't listen to them. That was impressive." Ferrum says, smiling warmly..

"Yeah, maybe your talent’s in poetry! Or maybe you're a jack-of-all-trades?" Dash asks rhetorically with a laugh; I chuckle softly.

"Maybe, but...I'm tired. Let's go upstairs." I suggest, receiving two nods in reply.

*

After a long evening, I'm finally resting in a bed. Apparently when I was here before, I missed a few doors on first glance. There is a back room to the left of the entrance that was blocked by a white door. When I entered, it was a typical, small, guest room. No windows, just one light, one 'single' bed and a dresser.

Why is there a dress--...nevermind. I push my thought away and lay on the bed, wrapping the sheets around me tightly.

The bed is amazingly soft, made of some sort of foamy-cotton substance. The pillow is the same way, and I feel totally relaxed, even a bit happy. Unfortunately, I begin to hear a conversation through the walls. Due to my slightly nosy nature, I decide to listen in.

"... he's a bit odd, but, I like him...as a friend." I listen to Dash's scratchy voice, first.

"Yeah, he's pretty cool. Did you actually like his poetry? I didn’t think that was your cup of tea," Ferrum questions; I feel my heart sink a bit.

"It was something...I think Twilight would enjoy it more than me, but I liked it more than the other 'poems' I've heard." Dash says, and Ferrum just chuckles.

"Yeah, Twilight would enjoy it. I liked it a lot. I think it'd easily capture the heart of a mare, maybe even somepony we know. It’s a shame most of them are taken. We could really set him up with somepony." Dash chuckles, and Ferrum does as well.

"Well, Pinkie is still single, but... I'm not sure if he would be too...fond of her. I mean...she's a great friend, but she’s really...I dunno’, crazy. I think ponies just like being her friend. Not much more." I shake my head to myself. Even though she's crazy, I bet I could handle Pinkie Pie if given the chance. Maybe.

"Maybe. But, I was wondering...do you want to have a bit of...'fun', tonight?" Ferrum asks in an odd tone. Dash giggles, in a...lustful manner.

"Oh, you know I do, Ferrum..." What happens in the minutes following is a lot of muffled moaning and Dash trying to hold in her screaming.

"Oh, Celestia, yes, Ferrum!" I hear that and can't help but let out a chuckle.

"Ferrum, you dog..." I whisper, as I hear Ferrum let out a gasping groan, as if he was being hurt from having sex too hard.

"Surprised she's not knocked up by now, if they screw like that..." I whisper again, feeling something pop up in the blankets.

I lift the blanket a little to be greeted by a large, grey, erection. It's larger than a human one, for sure, but I can't bare to look at my own penis since it's so...different. But, the sounds continue to press on and turn me on further. I think I even feel a little ’pre' come out every now and then...

What? I'm a teenager. It's something I've yet to handle. I'd masturbate, or something, but I've yet to figure out how with hooves...I say to myself in the back of my mind. So, instead, I just decide to try and sleep...hopefully my erection will die down by the morning...