Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Chapter Two

His name was Sergeant Winter. It made sense, then, that his coat was a pristine white while his mane was jet black. He was a strong, able bodied pegasus who had served as a guard for many years. He was well liked by everyone, but there was only one stallion whom he could ever relate to. Ironically, that stallion happened to be Midnight. You see, no one knew about Winter's dark side. Midnight was quiet and reserved while Winter was charismatic and outgoing. Winter had made it a goal of his to get to know all of the guards, and when he met Midnight, something clicked. Midnight was different. He wasn't a mindless drone. He had complex thoughts and ideas, and he always had fascinating opinions. Winter would occasionally stop by and just listen to what Midnight had to say.

Winter was fully aware that Midnight wasn't the most mentally sound stallion in Equestria, but by the time Winter realized that Midnight was suicidal, it didn't matter. Midnight had already rooted his thoughts deep enough into Winters head that Winter was willing to let Midnight go his own way. Even now, at this party, Winter felt the seeds of doubt in his mind. Midnight had already convinced him that being a guard was a very superficial job, and as the days wore on, Winter slowly came to detest the system he worked for. But Winter was a clever one, and kept his feeling behind a mask of loyalty and kindness. He was conflicted. Part of him wanted to rebel, as Midnight always said he would, while another part of him wanted to be a stoic, noble guard.

Midnight had decided not to tell Winter of his plans, but as he walked through the throne room of the palace, ponies in fine attire walking about around him, Midnight did decided that he would speak with Winter one last time. Winter was just leaving the dining hall when he and Midnight locked eyes with each other. A grin burst out on Winter's face as he trotted merrily over to the dark stallion.

"Midnight, you old bastard!" Winter exclaimed as he greeted his companion. "Long time, no see, huh? I guess you finally got your wish for something interesting to happen. I mean, just look at this party! But anyways, what have you been up to?" Midnight gave a rather wicked looking grin, one which struck a cord of concern in Winter's heart.

"Midnight..." He began, worriedly. "What have you been up to?"

"I told you, Winter, I don't want to be here anymore." Midnight's evil smile didn't fade. Winter was extremely disturbed now. He knew that Midnight wanted to kill himself, and his own mind had been corrupted enough to accept that, but why did Midnight seem so...pleased?

"You're not telling be something," Winter argued, "You've got something planned, don't you?" Despite his worry, Winter couldn't help but laugh. He had always appreciated Midnight's dark ideas.

"My plan is already in action, Winter," Midnight explained, "You'll probably find out about it soon enough." Winter simply stared at Midnight for a moment. Part of him was horrified, and the other part was excited. What is Midnight up to?

"Well, Winter, so long. I've got...business, to attend to." Midnight turned from Winter and began trotting back towards the main hallway, his next target already in mind. Winter could only mumble a goodbye before Midnight was out of talking distance. Winter's curiosity had been peaked. He had to know what Midnight was doing before it was done. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stop him, but he had to at least know. The best place to start would be the guards barracks, in Midnight's chest. Maybe he could find some clues. Winter tried to look as casual as possible as he walked towards the hallway, and towards the barracks. His time was limited, but he didn't want to arouse suspicion. What are up to, Midnight?

Midnight hadn't noticed Winter walking behind him, and hadn't noticed when Winter turned down the hallway to the guards quarters. No, Midnight was focusing on finding and isolating his next victim. Midnight had kept some rope and tape in his pouch, in the likely chance he would need it.

It wasn't long until Midnight stepped outside into the early summer night. It was pleasantly warm, and the glowing moon cast rays of silver light throughout the gardens outside the palace. Trotting down the marble steps, Midnight saw small groups of ponies meandering about, enjoying the moonlight. There were many trees, bushes, and flower patches around the palace, and many lightening bugs were flying through the temperate air.

Off to the right, leaning on the small black fence that surrounded the upper gardens, were two ponies. Applejack and Rainbow Dash. Applejack was busy looking over the flowers, while Dash's eyes were locked skyward.

"I bet the Wonderbolts will be flying over any second now!" Dash exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't keep yer hopes too high, now." Applejack chimed in, skeptical of Dash's enthusiasm. Midnight stepped off the staircase and moved backwards into the shadows, watching quietly as the two friends basked in the nighttime air. After a few minuted of continued sitting, Applejack finally grew impatient.

"Yew know what? If yew wanna sit here an' wait fer the Wonderbolts, yew can be my guest. Ah myself am gonna go 'round back and check out the gardens." Dash merely hoof-waved as Applejack trotted to the left and out of sight. Midnight observed Rainbow Dash carefully.

She looked melancholy in the light of the moon, her rainbow colored mane flowing gently in the breeze, her hips swaying slightly as she stood on her hind-hooves, leaning against the fence. Midnight could only stare at her voluptuous figure, loosing all track of time. Suddenly, without warning, Rainbow Dash dropped down on to all fours.

"Ah, buck it!" She exclaimed, trotting around the right side of the palace. This was his chance. Midnight began following Dash as she trotted, careful not to be seen. He wasn't careful enough. As the two of them reached about midway down the right side of the palace, Dash turned suddenly and faced him, a scowl on her face. The two of them were alone in the shadows cast my the palace wall.

"Hey creep!" She called to him, "Who do you think you are, stalking me back here?" Dash assumed a defensive stance, staring Midnight down. She looked tough, but not strong enough. Midnight took a few inconspicuous steps forward and smiled, feeling hot and excited.

"Oh, me? I'm not doing anything, my dear." Dash opened her mouth to respond, but Midnight pounced first.

Winter was in the guard barracks, now, trying to pick the lock on Midnight's personal chest. After struggling for a good five minutes, the lock clicked and Winter threw open the top the chest. Inside the chest was nothing but some clothes, a few boring books, and...a photograph?

The picture was that of the elements of harmony. The current ones, that is. Six mares whom Winter had, indeed, seen before. They had been to the palace on multiple occasions. Winter was struck with a sudden realization. He has seen those mares here at the palace this very night! A few of them, anyways. But where there were a few, there must be all of them! Winter didn't fully understand the implications of Midnight having that picture, but he was well aware that whatever Midnight was doing, it involved them.

Winter, his blade sheathed and ready, left the barracks. He was going to find and account for all the elements of harmony. Winter was still conflicted about what to do with Midnight, but he still didn't comprehend what was going, just that Midnight said it was already happening. There were two paths laid out before Winter. He could stop Midnight, or let him continue, and he wasn't going to make a decision just yet. First things first, he was going to find the elements.

Dash's wings were splayed out around her as her back was pressed into the ground. She had tried, at the last second, to fly away, but it was too late for that now. Dash could be thick, but she wasn't stupid, and she knew exactly what was going on. The guard, who she now recalled as Midnight, was pressing her forelegs down with his own, and smiled as she tried to struggle free. Dash was strong, and she knew it, but even when exerting her full force, Midnight still managed to keep her pinned. She was running out of energy, but her anger and fear kept her going.

"You are gonna be so dead for this!" Dash choked out, glaring up at Midnight's cocky expression.

"I know." Was all Midnight replied with. Dash was a little shocked at his answer. The fact that he apparently had no regard for his own life only made Dash more afraid of what he would do to her. As she tried to respond, Midnight used his left foreleg to press down on Dash's neck. Dash could feel the air slowly being strangled from her lungs. Her vision grew blurry and her eyes began rolling back in their sockets. While Dash was effectively immobilized, Midnight used his right fore-hoof to remove his armor and helmet, tossing them to the side. Finally, freed from his armor, Midnight released his leg from Dash's neck and pressed down on her forelegs again.

Dash's eyes were watering, but as she blinked, things came back into focus. She coughed and relished the feeling as her lungs filled with air again. She felt tired, slowly returning from the brink of unconsciousness. It was then that Dash felt a sensation in her groin that sent a jolt of awareness through her body. Looking downwards, Dash could see Midnight pressing his rod into her. She was about to yell for help, but as soon as she made a sound, Midnight pressed a leg against her throat again.

Releasing his hold on her neck, Midnight began slowly inching his member inside of Dash. Dash was re-catching her breath again, but gasped as she felt Midnight's cock penetrating her. She felt hot in the cheeks as a a wave of pleasure passed through her. She could almost feel Midnight's breath against her face as he panted. Dash allowed herself to glance up at him, and found that his eyes were closed and his cheeks were red.

As he pumped faster, Dash began moaning softly. As much as she hated Midnight, and hated what he was doing to her, she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of his length inside of her. Dash could feel sweat trickling down her face, and down the rest of her body. The once gentle night air seemed to burn hot as it caressed Dash all over.

Midnight slowly inched his arms down and wrapped them behind Dash's back, pulling her close to him as he pounded her pussy. Dash could feel her chest pressing against his, and somehow felt comfortable in the heat. She felt oddly protected as she was wrapped in Midnight's powerful embrace. His breath was hot and moist against her face. Dash felt a rising sensation in her groin as she drew closer to her climax. Midnight began grunting and pumped into her faster then ever.

Just as Dash thought she couldn't feel more potent sensations, Midnight leaned his head forward and locked his lips to hers. Dash's eyes grew wide as she felt his wet tongue feel up the inside of her mouth. She felt her own tongue pressing against his, trading their heat within her mouth. Dash could no longer handle all the feelings, and simply allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and she was sweating from all over in the heat of the night.

Midnight was reaching the end of the line. He could feel his member throbbing as he neared his orgasm. The young mare under him seemed to be on another world. Sweat was dripping from his body, and he could taste the saliva from Dash's mouth as their lips remained locked together.

Dash suddenly shuddered violently. Her groin tightened around Midnight cock as she felt an indescribable surge of ecstasy. Juices burst from Dash's womanhood and she moaned into Midnight's mouth as she finally reached her orgasm. All Dash could feel was heat and wetness from all over her body. Midnight finally broke the kiss, Dash's tongue lolling out, dripping with wetness.

Now it was Midnight's turn. He pumped faster, feeling the groundswell in his balls. As he reached his own climax, Midnight pulled out and used his right fore-hoof to clop his member. Moaning in bliss, Midnight shot streams of semen onto Dash's stomach, chest, and face. Dash, who was still lost in a world of pleasure, barely noticed as Midnight bathed her in his seed.

Panting hard, Midnight rolled off of Dash and onto his back at her side. Dash lay there, her eyes fixed on the air around her. Midnight just stared up into the sky, catching his breath. Slowly, the night grew quiet, and Midnight started tracing constellations in the stars. As the minutes passed, Midnight did his best to recover before Dash did. He finally pulled himself to his haunches, fetched the rope and tape, and tied Dash similarly to Pinkie Pie. Her body was limp, and her mind was only now coming back into focus. Midnight was careful to tie her wings tightly, and dragged Rainbow Dash into the bushes nearby.

Dash's mind was clouded enough not to try releasing herself from her bindings. She glanced into his eyes a moment before closing them shut. Whether she was asleep or not, it didn't matter. Midnight brushed her sweat-damped hair back, kissed her on the cheek, and said his goodbye.

Winter had already located Fluttershy, now. She was safe on the balcony, but said she planned to visit the gardens. She had been concerned about her friends, but Winter assured her everything was fine. He didn't believe his own words. Winter was walking through the throne room when he spotted Midnight standing there, fully armored, staring at him with a grin. Winter approached him, his sword ready, if necessary.

"I'm onto you, Midnight," He said in a way neither hostile, nor friendly, "I know that your little "plan" involves the elements of harmony." Midnight chuckled.

"You want to know what my "plan" is, Winter?" Midnight asked. Winter nodded in reply. "Well then, why don't you go around the right side of the palace and check the bushes." Winter froze in place, stunned. Midnight smiled, turned, and walked back towards the main hall, Winter rushing past him...