Author's Note

Warning. This chapter is on the serious side and includes bondage and sexual actions that could be considered rape.

Do not read if you are triggered by such events

Chapter 7 - A Darker Side of Midnight

Midnight

I was bored. I had finished setting up all the recommendations of the council, but most of that was administrative and there just wasn’t anything else to do until the current projects were finished or until the next reports were submitted. It had been a light month, overall. Too light.

It had been too long since I had some real action. Saving Anon had been fun and had sated my blood lust, for now, but it wasn’t the kind of near-death experience that I lived for. More to the point, it didn’t use as much dark magic as it needed to. In many ways, I was too good at my job.

My prank on Applejack had been a hoot, made even better by Anon’s follow-up to the joke, and Applejack got a good nervous laugh out of it when it was brought up in conversation, but that was days ago… not that I had gotten much opportunity to tease her about it.

Anon was happy with the job that she had and was enjoying earning her own keep, as expected. To my displeasure, she was always trying to spend her money on me. Buying gifts, taking me out to dinner in town, or some other type of window shopping. I enjoyed spending time with her, but I didn’t need her to spend her money on me. She had no idea how much the ‘loot’ that the council had given me from that griffon hideout had been worth. More to the point, as cute as these dates were, it gave her chance after chance to tempt me into her bed. As old as I was, controlling my emotions and quelling my baser needs felt like it should be easier than it was, made harder by all the innuendo Anon was throwing my way.

She was still as willing to make love to me today as she had been that first day that I had saved her. I was happy that her feelings towards me seemed to be growing and no longer had the urgency of needing to ‘repay me for saving her.’ However… to my personal discomfort, I was starting to have a harder time saying ‘no’ to her.

That revelation had given me pause as I was forced to consider the deeper implications of allowing the relationship between us to continue and strengthen. On one hoof, I did want it, on the other… I was deeply afraid of hurting her. If not physically, then mentally or emotionally. Given the dark secrets of my darker nature, it was a true concern. I wasn’t really seeking a one-night stand or some other short-term lover which made her offers that much harder to refuse. She seemed to be offering me something permeant. Something that hadn’t been offered to me in a long time… something I both desired and was also afraid of.

Today though. Today is a day that I have been dreading. And I don’t yet have a plan.

Anon came down the stairs into the living room area. “Good morning, Midnight.”

I smiled at her weakly. “Good morning, Anon. You are… cheerful, this morning.”

She nodded. “I try to be cheerful every morning but it’s a truly beautiful morning out there today. It’s also my first day off since I started working at the spa and I’m going to the Carousel Boutique to get measured for some dresses for a few different occasions and measured for a few more sets of my normal clothes. The Summer Sun Celebration is coming up and the main event in being hosted in Ponyville this year, so I’ll need a special dress for the occasion. What are your plans for today?”

Her good cheer was almost infectious, but my mood was sour and dark. “Well… umm.”

Anon picked up on my mood and nervousness instantly. She hedged cautiously.

“Midnight. What’s wrong? You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

I looked away from her, as if afraid to speak. She sat down beside me and pulled me in for a tight hug. She held me until she felt me relax and sigh. I was still worried, but I knew she deserved the truth, especially since this concerned her.

“We’ve had a few good conversations since you’ve gotten here but there just hasn’t been time to explain everything. In Equestria, all ponies use magic in some form or another and magic can be very dangerous. For a unicorn especially… magic requires balance. The more powerful the spell caster, the harder it is to maintain that balance. I am a direct descendant of Clover the Clever and… it could be argued that I am the most powerful unicorn alive with the current student of Princess Celestia being a close second to me. Magically speaking… my abilities are only surpassed by the Alicorn rulers Princess Celestia and her younger sister Princess Luna, who is still in exile… and maybe Princess Cadence, although I haven’t seen too many examples of her power so I’m doubtful. Anyways… at least once every few months… it becomes dangerous to be near me if I don’t do certain things to help burn off excess darkness or do other things to contain it. That day is today. I have a hard time admitting it but… there are times that I can’t control my inner darkness. You should take care of your errands in town and then rent a room at the Ponyville Inn tonight. Leave me to my fate.”

Anon’s eyes went wide. “No! I should be here to help you. What do you need me to do?”

She jumped back as a growl escaped me and my eyes started to glow with an ominous black that matched my coat and magic. The silver of my eyes was replaced with a dark, glowing blackness.

No! I’m losing control sooner than I expected. Think. Think!

In as even a tone as I could manage, I spoke softly but urgently. “There is nothing that you can do directly. I must bleed off the excess negative emotions and magical power that I normally use on the battlefield. By modern pony standards, I’m going to have to commit a few serious crimes. I don’t want to hurt you and I am terrified that I will by accident. You claim to want to be my marefriend so for Celestia’s sake please just… go. For one day. I’m begging you…”

A tear escaped her eyes and she replied softly… “But they will punish you if your actions aren’t justified. How will you be able to bleed off your power without anything to fight? I don’t want to lose you Midnight. I’ve been in Ponyville long enough now to know how peaceful it is. What are you going to do?”

I shook from head to tail with pent up magical energy. “I’m afraid that I don’t have a plan. I’m afraid of what I’m about to do. Leave… now. Please! Save yourself!”

The energy seemed to arch from me in an uncontrolled fashion and it looked like I had been struck with lightning… except that we were indoors, and the lightning was coming from within me. With a scream of pain I knew I was seconds away from losing complete control.

Anon walked closer to me, apparently with no sense of self preservation. Out of nowhere, she was struck with dark inspiration.

“Midnight. Ravage me!”

I was lost to her suggestion. I was no longer myself, but rather my alter ego, Midnight Calamity. The darkness covered me like a blanket. I could see, hear and feel what he was doing… but I was nearly powerless to stop it. With a terrifying cackle, he began to stalk her.

Midnight Calamity relished in her possible pain. Without any thought at all, my horn glowed black and Anon yelped as her clothes were teleported away from her and placed, neatly folded, onto a chair in the corner, leaving her completely naked. My magic lifted her into the air and laid her unto her back on the couch. With strings of dark magic, her hands were bound together above her head whereas her hips were drawn up and her legs spread as wide as they could be without physically hurting her. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she was completely at my mercy. My voice was unnaturally dark and deeper than normal.

“Allow me to introduce myself… I am Midnight Calamity… it’s not often that the prey volunteers to be the prey. What is your game, little one?”

Anon gulped. She knew that she wasn’t speaking to the same pony as before. This darkness was something else entirely. Given the nature of magic, this didn’t surprise her as much as it should.

“I love Midnight Stalker and I would do anything to save him. He has been reluctant to take me as a lover however I feel that he is deserving of me. He needs to bleed off this darkness, so I offer myself as a willing sacrifice. Take your fill, you fiend!”

My subconscious mind screamed as the darkness continued to move without my permission. Almost leisurely, he climbed on top of her, our shaft resting on her core, slowly growing harder while he sucked on a teat like a foal. She moaned at the pleasure it was giving her although she was also keenly aware that she couldn’t move and that I wasn’t in my right mind.

With an almost gentle rocking motion, he eased our member into the soft folds of promised pleasure. He pushed in, stopped, pushed in more and stopped again. My subconscious mind was forcing Calamity to allow her to adapt to our size, but it was all I could do to affect the process. Once we were fully seated, we met her eyes and could hear her panting. Anon seemed unable to speak but we could read her silent lips as they moved.

More. Ravage me. Please.

Midnight Calamity seemed to enjoy her request and I lost what was left of my mind as the darkness fully took me. He bucked into her, pushing ourselves all the way in, pulling out and slamming our shaft into her again. He sucked on her teats and worked his way up to kiss her neck. He met her lips and we just lost ourselves in kissing and locking tongues and pounding away. We felt a surge from her core, and we could feel her completion grip us, almost begging us to join her. Our tip flared and our emotions welled up in us and before we knew it, our seed burst from us, filling her up and spilling out of her.

I could feel the darkness release from me with my seed. It seemed like it happened too quickly. It normally took so much more to get Midnight Calamity to release control or to become weak enough for me to seize control back. He almost seemed to taunt me within my own mind.

I like her. She has spirit. Take good care of her… I want her again. I could do more damage, but I am delighted with this outcome and thus I will release control back to you now. Until next time, Midnight Stalker.

The darkness subsided and I fell off of her and onto the floor, unable to stand. I was drawing close to unconsciousness, less from the amount of magic used than from the fashion that it had been used. True evil, or the perception of true evil, drained me more than a mere dark act would. My subconscious was grateful to have the darkness released so quickly but also seemed to realize that my conscious mind would have a harder time reconciling the act.

How do I deal with this?

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Anon

As his magic released me from its grip, I stood up off the couch and came to him, wrapping Midnight up into a warm hug. Despite what had just happened, I was not afraid of him, and I was very concerned that he came close to losing consciousness.

“Midnight? Are you okay now? Please… speak to me…”

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Midnight

Anon released me as I came back to full awareness and gave me the space to stand. As I looked at her, my eyes went wide in the horror of what I had just done. Her lips were fat from the force of my kisses… and it looked like I had slapped her with my hoof. Her neck was bruised on both sides. Her right teat was also bruised… and was that a bite mark? The blood drained from my face as my gaze continued lower. Her marehood was bruised and puffy, my seed running down her legs. My ears flatted on my head as my mind was having trouble processing all of it.

I… raped her… didn’t I. Oh Celestia… what have I done?

My world spun around me as I sat down on my flanks and started to cry.

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Anon

Midnight’s wailing sounded like a little kid who had come home from school to find his puppy dead. The utter despair of his cries and the thickness of his tears really ground me to a halt.

I don’t trust myself to not make this worse. I’ve been wanting a good bucking since I got here but… damn it… I shouldn’t have triggered it like this. He is going to blame himself. Still… I didn’t think I would like bondage… that was fun.

I kneeled down to him and hugged him again. He nuzzled into me, but his tears wouldn’t stop. I hummed a soft, soothing tune to try to calm him down. Finally, I got an idea.

“Midnight? If it’s not too much trouble… can we take a bath together, clean each other up and maybe you can heal me again?”

Midnight pulled back from his nuzzle and sounded contrite. “Of course… it was rude of me not to offer sooner.”

Without another word, he grabbed my clothes from off the chair with his magic and we went the bathhouse. He bathed me with all the care as he did the first night he had saved me and I washed him just as well. With both of us clean, he cast his healing spells, removing all the bruises and swelling from me. His breathing was still a little ragged from the force of his crying and him having lost magical control. He seemed so sad… as if I was going to leave him…

As what has clearly happened to him before… I am such a fool to place him in this predicament.

I decided to go for broke. Outside of the bathing pool, still naked, I bent over and used my hands to brace myself on the wall. I spread my legs and displayed my pussy at him proudly, whistling to get his attention.

“Now that you’re under control again… maybe you’d like another round?”

Midnight’s jaw dropped at the sight. “But… really? You’re not mad at me?”

I smiled warmly at him. “I provoked that to save you from your magic. In the strictest definition of the law, that might have been rape… or it might have been a very dangerously sexy bondage. Now… do you want this pussy, or should I go get dressed?”

Please don’t backfire!!! If there is a god here, Midnight will just buck me and enjoy it.

Midnight nodded timidly and walked up to me, getting himself into position. He was gentle but less afraid of his actions, given what had happened earlier. I might not have been sure what the rebound of an Earth horse’s ability to mate was, but I was more than a little surprised by just how big Midnight’s member was when he mounted me from behind and slid in, fully seating himself in one long stroke. His hooves gripped me and gently caressed my breasts. He pushed in and out in a measured control that was more pleasure than pain. I sighed in contentment as my orgasm shook me again, shocked at how quickly he was able to build me up, and then gasped when his tip flared a second time and Midnight filled me up again. He let himself down and I stood up and looked at him.

His smile was a little sheepish. “Umm. Another bath?”

I laughed. “How many times can we do this?”

His smile was playful but not innocent. “I can go all day… and I have a free schedule.”

I couldn’t stop my smile from spanning my face.

“Fuck it… I’ll go get my dresses tomorrow.”

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