Lightning Fall

by Free Sky

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Fallout, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Second Person
Length: 1006

Lightning is a power that all Pegasi know, it's as useful for generating storms as it is destructive.

Lightning is a power that all Pegasi know, it's as useful for generating storms as it is destructive. The right pony can harness that power into a weapon, and you are that pony.

Day 26 of One Shot-tober

Published 2022-10-26 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-10-26 19:40:01 UTC

Lightning Fall

Thunder rumbles around you as you soar through the dark gray storm clouds, the static around you feels like a feather teasing every inch of your body as you roll to avoid one of the storm clouds. Lightning cracks between several of the clouds missing you by just an inch as you dive below another cloud. All around you the storm breathes thunder like an angry beast. Your wingtips graze the dark clouds picking up a trail of electricity that arcs across your body in the most amazing of ways. Each cloud you pass adds to the electrical charge in your body.

Turning fast and shifting into a roll your wing catches a bolt of lightning, your coat stands on end and the power of the lightning mixes with your Pegasus magic. Your wings spark with the power of the storm as you do a loop-de-loop around a super charged cloud. The power stored in it transfers to your mane making it spark and flow with electricity. The feeling is orgasmic as you continue to weave your way through the clouds accumulating more and more electricity with your magic.

Lightning arcs to your body, using your charged coat to transfer to another cloud as it seeks a path towards the ground. Each time that happens you feel more and more power leech from the bolts. The feeling seeps into your bones as your tail takes on the same flowing property as your mane. Finally it feels like it’s time to properly begin. You rise higher into the sky picking up a couple of stray bolts of lightning as you push your way up and out of the storm. Rising from the clouds you leave a streak of light behind you, the air crackling in your ears as you rise higher and higher.

After a minute or so you reach the right height, looping around so that you’re flying straight back down at the clouds. Each beat of your wings pushes you even faster towards them. The air feels tight around your coat as you rocket down like a falling star, it fights you as you push harder and harder towards the clouds. Taking a deep breath you push through the fear and the resistance of the air. Your hooves make contact with the storm at insane speeds, the likes of which only Wonderbolts reach. The storm’s power is drawn towards you as you blast through it, the electrical power you felt before doubles, no, triples as you pull the storm with you towards the ground.

The whole mass of the storm filters into a cone behind you as you race towards the ground at ballistic speeds. Down below beams of energy lance across the rough terrain, and are answered by flashes of light from the opposite side. The occasional explosion lights up the area below as you rocket down towards the flashes of light. The wind screams in your ears as you the air becomes even tighter around you. Your own scream adds to the chaos of the storm.

Slowly shapes begin to appear on the ground as you approach, the vague equine forms occasionally light up from the flashes of light and explosions. Their striped coats, barely visible under the mud that plasters their bodies, paints your target as clear as day. Your screaming storm trail draws their attention, even though they can see you, their weapons can’t hit you, not at the speed you’re going.

All they can do is watch as you barrel towards them, a whole storm in your wake as your body arcs with lightning. Their screams of terror reach your ears just as you pull up at the last second. The resistance of the air shatters like glass as a boom rips through the air around you. The storm that was trailing you explodes out in a ring around the spot where you suddenly pulled up. Lightning trials behind you as you rocket into the sky where a large dragon breathes fire down upon your friends and comrades.

With all the force of the storm’s energy you charge towards the dragon, psychotic rage taking hold of you as you plow straight into its chest. Your body, soaked in lightning, plows right though its tough scales. Your teeth rip it’s heart out as, holding onto the grisly trophy as you burst through its back. The blood soaking your coat turns the lightning trail red as you streak back into the sky.

The sounds of the world fade away as you come to a stop, hovering over the battlefield. All the energy you gathered from the storm dissipates into the air as you hover there. The exhaustion that wracks your body is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Your heart pounds like a beating drum as you watch the zebras below retreating, the robots they had brought with them lay in pieces on the ground. Dozens of fried corpses litter the area around the epicenter of your Lightning Fall.

As you hover there watching them flee you feel something pierce your chest. Looking down, there’s a bleeding rupture in your chest just a couple inches away from your heart. The pain is non-existent, your nerves still fried from the trick you did earlier. You glide down toward the field medics tent at the back of the battlefield. Each moment of the glide pulls you closer to the tent as your vision starts to go dark at the edges. The closer you get to the tent the more the darkness overtakes your vision until all you can see is the flaps of the tent.

You barely register the feeling of your body slamming into the ground at the entrance to the tent. Two ponies dressed in medical garb rush over to you and begin applying medical magic and bandages to your wounds as they carry you into the tent. Your sight continues to fade until your vision goes completely dark, all sound fades to nothing, and you are no more.