Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Chapter Five

Perfect. Everything was turning out perfect. For once in his life, Midnight was happy. He finally wasn't bored. But like all good things, it was coming to an end. That being said, Midnight wasn't done quite yet. He had one more mare left to visit. With his head held high, Midnight trotted happily down the spiral stone staircase leading to the royal Canterlot library. Midnight had a particular fondness for his last target, Twilight Sparkle. Something about the way she talked and acted, the way she looked and moved, struck a sensitive cord in Midnight's heart. He was going to enjoy this.

As he stepped through the archway into the large, quiet, almost maze-like library, Midnight could hear the pitter-patter of small steps coming in his direction. Looking to his left, Midnight could see, walking up the aisle of bookshelves, the small dragon known as Spike. Twilight's "number one" assistant. Midnight smiled deviously, happy that fate was playing all the right cards.

"Hey there," Spike greeted Midnight casually, unknowing as to why Midnight was here, "Browsing the library, huh?" Midnight grinned cruelly.

"Actually, I came here to rape your friend, Twilight Sparkle." Spike stared at Midnight for a second, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Then, in one fell swoop, Midnight swung out his hoof, bashing Spike on the side of the head and knocking him into a bookshelf. Spike groaned and passed out, Midnight dragging his small form and stuffing it behind one of the shelves. By the time the young dragon woke up, it wouldn't matter what he knew.

Midnight kept walking along nonchalantly, as if everything was just fine, and soon trotted up a small staircase to the upper section of the library. Moving very slowly now, Midnight could see Twilight sitting at a table in the center of the room, flipping through pages of a book. Scattered about the table were many other books on just about every subject imaginable. The lights overhead illuminated the secluded little section of the library, providing the two with plenty of privacy. Midnight got about halfway through the room before Twilight glanced up and noticed him.

"Oh, um, hello Mister...guard. Is there something I can help you with?" Twilight analyzed him with her large, glistening purple eyes.

"Oh, no," Midnight replied, "I was just browsing around. I love books, and this library provides a nice, peaceful environment, does it not?" Midnight would have to work even harder than he did with Rarity to pull this off. Twilight smiled at his seemingly intellectual nature. At least I'm off to a good start. Despite his manipulative mindset, a nagging doubt had begun to form in Midnight mind.

"Well, it certainly does. I spent many years living here. It really is a wonderful place." Twilight looked at the rows of books around her dreamily. It was clear to Midnight that this place held many memories. Inching his way towards her, Midnight continued the conversation.

"I seem to recall you, Twilight Sparkle," Midnight explained. Twilight perked up when he mentioned her name. "I've been working here for a long time, and I remember seeing you here in the palace. Celestia's student, yes?" Twilight nodded, surprised at the recognition.

"Must be an honor to be so close to the Princess." Midnight was still moving closer.

"Yeah," Twilight replied nostalgically, "I remember being so excited when she took me under her wing. Literally." Twilight and Midnight laughed together.

"So, what have you been doing since you left?" Midnight asked, raising a brow.

"Oh, well, lots of things. I've mainly been spending time with my new friends in Ponyville. I haven't really had friends quite like them before." Midnight contained a grin.

"Oh yes, I believe I've seen them before. The elements of harmony." I've done a lot more then just seeing! Twilight gasped.

"You know about us?"

"Well it's hard not to, seeing the great things you've done." Twilight blushed slightly.

"Oh, that was really nothing." Midnight smiled, taking a few steps forward, only a few feet from the table, now.

"Twilight, no need to be so humble. You helped save Equestria! Twice! Surely a mare as smart as yourself understands the weight of your actions." Twilight was blushing deeper now, taking in Midnight's flattery.

"Well, when you put it that way..." Twilight was looking down at her fore-hooves. Midnight was at the edge of the table.

"Why don't you tell be about it, Twilight Sparkle?"

An hour later, Twilight and Midnight were sitting together on the floor. Twilight had told him many stories of her time in Ponyville, and eventually Midnight had been able to shift the conversation to her lonely past.

"I spent years alone in the library with no one but Spike and the Princess to talk to. Even then, those two never really understood." Twilight had a look of sadness on her face. midnight moved to he side, close to her.

"Well, it's good that you've made friends now, isn't it?" Twilight looked at the floor and sighed.

"Yes, it's wonderful...but even then, th-they're only friends..." Twilight was getting red in the face again. She glanced away, ashamed of herself for feeling that way. This was Midnight's chance.

"Well, Twilight," he spoke smoothly, his voice purring into her brain, "You don't have to be lonely anymore." Twilight's eyes grew wide and she turned to stare at him. This time, she looked at him in a new light. His strong form, his kind smile, the gentleness in his voice. She felt a hotness growing in her groin, and had butterflies in her stomach as Midnight leaned in and placed his lips to hers. Rather then shrinking back, Twilight leaned in and returned the kiss. The two held this position for a few seconds before breaking off. Twilight and Midnight both blushed and gazed into each others eyes.

The still sane part of Midnight's mind was extremely happy, and felt like he was in love. The rest of Midnight was anticipating the next step. Twilight felt her heart soar, and immediately went back for more. The two locked lips again, Midnight wrapping his arms around her. This time, they started making out rather than simply kissing. Midnight pushed his tongue through her lips and felt up the wet walls of her mouth. Twilight, only briefly shocked, began tongue wrestling with him. Twilight soon returned the gesture, caressing the inside of Midnight's mouth. Midnight quickly clamped his lips around her tongue, sucking her wet muscle.

Finally, the two pulled back again, panting. both of them blushed as a strand of spit connecting their two mouths broke apart. Midnight let go of Twilight and starting taking off his armor, Twilight giggling gleefully at what she had just done. The sane part of Midnight was gradually fighting for control. It was an uphill battle, but seeing Twilight smiling at him was enough to keep up the fight. As Midnight finished removing his armor, Twilight looked a little nervous.

"Midnight...are you s-sure this okay? I mean, us being together like this?" Twilight wasn't going to hide her excitement, but she hadn't experienced sex in a long, and was understandably concerned. Midnight smiled and placed a hoof on Twilight's cheek, causing her to squeak.

"Of course, darling," He assured her, "I wouldn't do this unless I was absolutely sure." As Midnight wrapped Twilight in his strong embrace, kissing her again, his mind was closely resembling that of Winter. He was reaching the halfway point between suicidal rapist and charismatic guard pony. The physical Midnight ignored the conflict entirely, focusing only on the beautiful mare whom he held in his arms.

Midnight shifted his weight forward, causing Twilight to fall onto her back, with him on top of her. Her eyes were staring into his, with her cheeks a hot red. Midnight was breathing heavily, but continued making out with Twilight on the floor of the library.

The two of them continued like this for a long time, trading breath and growing more aroused. Finally, when Twilight felt she couldn't go another second without him inside of her, she rolled over onto her stomach under Midnight, presenting herself to him completely.

"Midnight...I want you inside me!" She begged. Midnight felt hot as his rod began to grow hard. Twilight's small, shapely form was positioned underneath him, her back arched and her plot pressing lightly against his area. Midnight felt a surge of passion as he plunged his entire length into Twilight's pussy with one swift motion. Twilight immediately let out a scream of shock and pleasure. Without wasting another moment, Midnight began pumping his member quickly back in forth inside of her. Twilight moaned with each jolt of pleasure that past through her body.

It wasn't long before the two of them were sweating, Twilight gyrating her hips motion with Midnight's thrusts. Midnight began slowing down his frantic pace some, pressing his stomach into Twilight's back and holding on to her forelegs with his own. With his head now resting beside hers, Midnight planted kisses on her cheeks and lips, continuing to thrust hard into her.

As the two of them kissed, Midnight began picking up the pace again, Twilight moaned into his mouth with each movement. With such close contact, the sweat from their bodies mixed together in the seemingly growing heat of the room. Midnight slowed down again to a complete stop, but before Twilight could question, he spun her body around so that she was on her back, Midnight's cock still inside of her.

"I want to see your face, beautiful." Midnight said seductively. Twilight groaned in response as Midnight began humping her again, faster than ever. Twilight closed her eyes, soaking up the pleasure of Midnight's massive shaft hugging her insides. Midnight leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her again, kissing her passionately as the two of them moaned together. Midnight broke the kiss as he pumped into her, and instead began licking her horn with his tongue. Twilight gasped in arousal and her horn began glowing from the feeling of his wet tongue. Sparks flew from the tip and Midnight continued to suck on it.

Midnight's thrusts started making a squishy, slapping sound as fluids began seeping from Twilight's groin and coating Midnight's member. Twilight's horn glowed brighter and she practically screamed as sparks of light poured from the top. It was like an orgasm, but Twilight could still feel the amazing sensation of Midnight's cock from down below. Twilight's eyes grew glazed, rolling back, as waves of pleasure passed through her body from every angle. Every nerve ending seemed to be vibrating in stimulation.

Just when Twilight thought she couldn't feel any more like she was in heaven, a tingling rise began to grow from her womanhood. Midnight himself could feel a massive sensation growing his testicles, and moved his mouth from Twilight's horn, clenching his teeth in the unbelievable passion. Twilight and Midnight both cried out as they reached their climax at last.

Twilight felt all of those little nerve ends explode in pure ecstasy as juices burst forth from her pussy and sparks shot from her horn. Midnight was bucking his hips uncontrollably, shooting thick strands of cum deep into Twilight's sweating body. Midnight was holding Twilight close again, chest to chest, as his seed planted itself inside of her.

Finally, the sensations died down. Both of them were panting beyond belief. Midnight simply let himself collapse onto her, their bodies intertwined, their sweat and breath mixing together. They could feel each others hearts beating, feel the rise and fall of each others chest as the two caught their breath. As they recovered, Midnight continued pecking Twilight on the lips over and over, savoring the taste of her mouth.

"huff...Midnight...huff...that was..." Twilight tried to speak between breaths, but Midnight cut her off.

"Shhh. Quiet now, darling." Midnight planted a long, wet kiss on Twilight's lips, one last time. Kisses were his way of saying goodbye. The good part of Midnight's mind wept for the loss he was going to experience, wept that he couldn't have spent more time with her, and hating himself for what he had done tonight. The rest of Midnight was melancholy, ready to take the last step off the cliff.

Placing his armor on again, one last time, Midnight began walking from the library. In the brief seconds that the good parts of his mind had control, he turned to Twilight, a tear trickling down his face, and told her:

"I'm so, so sorry." Twilight, confused, was about to respond, but Midnight broke into a gallop and began running from the library, without looking back.

It was very early in the morning, probably three o 'clock, but guests were still out and about, enjoying the party. Midnight slowed down, coughing, and walked into the middle of the throne room. Someone tried asking him something, but he didn't listen. He merely sat in the middle of the room, and drowned out the world around him. Every nose became muffled, every sight became blurry, and time passed without Midnight even knowing. Eventually, after what Midnight thought was a group of ponies shouting at him, the metal handle of a sword smacked him in the back of the head, knocking him into unconscious...