Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

by Liquid_Rainbows

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike, Romance, Sex, Tragedy, Princess Celestia, Main 6, Original Character
Length: 12884

What happens when you work one job for too long.

Private Midnight is a guard. A Canterlot guard to be exact. A job he has been working for too long, and frankly, he is sick of it. But Midnight wants to go out with a BANG. A bang that will involve the six friends that Princess Celestia has invited to the palace party, because this guard wants to have some fun, for once in his life, before the end.

Published 2011-12-29 12:11:09 UTC
Last updated 2011-12-31 07:33:46 UTC

Chapter One: Pinkie Pie Party

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Chapter One

For once in his miserable little life, Private Midnight was excited. After all the years he'd spent toiling endlessly away at this boring, pointless work, he was finally going to have some real fun! Just last night, Midnight had learned that a party was going to be held the next day, and the elements of harmony were going to be there. Midnight's mouth watered at the very thought of what he was going to do. Somewhere, deep inside, the rational part of his brain was thinking that the party would be great, that finally him and the other guards could relax, drink, hit on mares, and have some fun without the stresses of work weighing down on them. Of course, the rest of Midnight's mind was thinking only of those six mares he had seen so many times.

Now, it was only a few hours until guests began arriving. The party was to start at sunset and go on through the night. Midnight had done some research on the victims of his obsession since the night before. He knew all of them now my sight and name.

Twilight Sparkle, Celestia's student, a quiet, studious type with a more reserved nature. Rarity, the fashion designer, who may be stuck up sometimes, but was stunningly gorgeous. Fluttershy, the quiet one, a shy, adorable little pegasus mare. Applejack, the country girl, tough and strong. She might prove a challenge. All the better. Rainbow Dash, the fast one, cocky and headstrong but loyal. Midnight would enjoy seeing how "fast" she really was. And last but certainly not least, Pinkie Pie, the party girl, who was crazy and outgoing. Midnight had already decided to take her first.

Midnight's excitement only grew as the evening wore on until finally, as the sun was setting in the west, guests began to arrive. At first it was the hoity toity nobles such as Blueblood and Fancy Pants, but later, the more "mundane" Equestrians began to arrive. Midnight was in the corner of the dining hall, by a large window, as ponies from all over sipped drinks and socialized. Princess Celestia and Luna sat at their thrones in the other room to greet guests. Midnight felt the anticipation well up inside of him, and as the sun finally descended from sight, he saw them.

The elements of harmony walked through the door and into the vast dining hall. Despite the hundred of ponies, there was still plenty of room. This was indeed a huge palace. The musician Octavia was playing on the stage, and Midnight began inching his way through the crowd towards the mares. They began to split up in different directions. Perfect, Midnight purred in his head.

Dash, Applejack, Twilight, and her little pet Spike left to the throne room, Rarity began talking with the nobles, and Fluttershy went out on the balcony to soak up the moonlight. There was Pinkie Pie, drinking and dancing and chatting with all the ponies around the hall. Midnight felt himself grow hot as he approached her. As he drew close, Pinkie bounced over to to him with a smile.

"Hey there mister guard pony!" She exclaimed, "I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?" She stared up at him with big, blue eyes. Midnight found them sexy.

"The names Midnight. You sure are a lively one, aren't you?" He said with a chuckle. Pinkie kept on bouncing in place.

"Sure am!" Midnight came up with a plan.

"So, darling, do you like surprises?" Midnight asked, raising a brow.

"Oh boy, I sure do!"

"Then come with me," He said, "I know something which will really get this party started." Pinkie began excitedly jumping in circles. Midnight found himself staring at her plot. He began walking out towards the throne room, with Pinkie hopping along behind him, talking about all sorts of things. Midnight half listened, and kept on walking with a determined grin. Soon, the two of them were in the throne room. The Princesses just smiled as he passed. Applejack and Dash soon walked up and greeted Pinkie Pie.

"Hey there, Sugarcube," The country mare said, tipping her hat. "Looks like yew found yerself a friend!"

"I sure did!" Pinkie yelled, jumping. Applejack reached out and shook Midnight's hoof.

"Nice to meet ya, er..."

"Midnight."

"Well nice to meet ya, Midnight! Names Applejack." AJ gave him a warm smile and pointed towards Dash. "This here's Rainbow Dash."

"Yeah yeah," Dash hoof-waved, bored. "Let's get going AJ, I wanna catch the Wonderbolts." AJ face-hoofed and bid Midnight and Pinkie farewell, giving a subtle wink in Midnight's direction. Midnight rose a brow, and Applejack glanced at Pinkie and smiled. Midnight grinned in response before AJ was dragged away by an impatient Dash. I can't say I expected that one!

Midnight suddenly wondered if he could still be a good pony through all of this. I mean, he didn't have to do what he was about to do. Maybe he could be a better stallion then that. Maybe he could make some friends? Midnight shook his head. No, he was going to go through with this. He was going to go out with a bang.

Midnight went down the same hall that RD and AJ went. it was the hall from the throne to the outside. But this was a long hall, with many branching halls and doors, including the guest bedrooms, which were always unoccupied. After turning right and going down a long, quiet hallway, Midnight opened one of the random guestroom doors on the left. He propped the door open and let Pinkie bounce through, before closing and quietly locking the door behind him.

It was a quiet room, a large bed to the front, a closet to the right, and a shelf to the left. On the floor was a heavy rug. Pinkie had just walked in and was facing the bed, her flank on display to Midnight. He felt a flush of heat leave his head and down to his groin. This was it. Without thinking twice, and without letting the smiling mare before him react, Midnight leaped through the air and landed on top of Pinkie.

Before Pinkie could make a sound, Midnight wrapped his left fore-hoof over her mouth. She began making muffled cries. With his free hoof, Midnight unclasped his armor and tossed of his helmet, allowing himself to wear nothing. His mane was an extremely dark brown, darker then his already dark brown coat. His blue eyes stared down at the mare wriggling underneath of him. As she tried to squirm free, Pinkie's ass began rubbing against Midnight's member, making him groan in pleasure.

As his shaft became fully erect, Pinkie began to have a panic attack. Her attempts at thrashing free were in vain. Midnight was too strong and kept her pinned down. As Midnight began rubbing his cock against Pinkies plot, he snaked his right fore-hoof down under her belly and to her sweet spot.

Tears began streaming from Pinkies wide, dark blue eyes, but she could do nothing. Midnight began slowly and tenderly rubbing Pinkie Pie's slit, to which she shuddered in response. Midnight pressed the head of his rod into Pinkie's asshole and slowly sunk it deeper and deeper. Midnight moaned at how tightly her anus clenched against his cock.

Midnight took it slow, pumping into her ass while rubbing her womanhood. Pinkie had stopped trying to fight, but whimpered softly as tears rolled down her face. Faster, faster. Midnight started humping Pinkie faster, picking up speed as Pinkie moaned. He began pressing harder against the mare's vagina, sinking his hoof into her and feeling the slick, warm juices flow out.

Pinkie began moaning louder and she tightened her grip on his rod. Soon, Pinkie exploded juices onto Midnight's hoof as she orgasmed. Midnight felt a swelling sensation growing in his balls. With a sudden movement, Midnight pulled his stiff member from Pinkie's ass, sat on his haunches, spun Pinkie around, and promptly shoved his dick into her mouth.

Pinkie was tired now, and didn't resist as Midnight moved her head up and down on his cock. She could only stare up at him with teary, glistening eyes, filled with fear, but numbed by pleasure. Midnight slammed her head faster on his member as he felt his orgasm coming on. Midnight rose and face-fucked Pinkie as he shot stream after stream of hot, sticky cum deep into her throat. Pinkie eyes rolled back in her head and her cheeks burned as she swallowed load after load of his thick seed. Panting hard, Midnight pulled his dick out and shot the last of his load onto Pinkies red face.

Midnight stood like this for two full minutes, catching his breath. He hadn't cum so hard in years. Letting go of Pinkies head, she rolled onto her side on the floor, eyes glazed over and her tongue lolling out. Drool slowly dripped from her sore mouth, and she was too tired to move. Midnight fell to his haunches again as his boner died away.

After several more minutes of panting, Midnight rose and began frantically searching the room. In the shelf, he found some clothes, some random tools, and, aha! Some tape and rope. Midnight rolled Pinkie onto her stomach, tied her legs together, and tied her fore-hooves behind her back. He then rolled her onto her back and stared her in the face.

She was deeply red in the cheeks, and she was panting heavily still, though she seemed to be catching her breath now. Sweat was trickling down from all over her body. Pinkies tongue was still hanging out of her mouth. Her eyes slowly moved and stared into his. They were still a deep, beautiful shade of blue, and a single tear rolled down one side of her face. Midnight leaned down and locked his lips to hers. Her eyes couldn't widen very much, but her pupils grew small as his tongue met with hers. Midnight held this kiss for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. After getting a good taste, Midnight pulled back and smiled slightly. He then ripped off a piece of tape and placed it against her mouth.

Pinkie finally passed out of exhaustion, and Midnight dragged her unconscious body into the closet. He looked at her once last time before saying farewell and closing the door. Midnight fixed up his mane, dawned his armor and helmet, and unlocked the door. After closing the inconspicuous little door behind him, Midnight smiled and began making his way down the light, clean hall of the Canterlot palace and back to the throne room. he could already hear the voices of ponies chatting from somewhere beyond.

That had been great fun, but the night was still young, and he had five more "visits" to go...

Chapter Two: Winter

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...

Chapter Three: On Thin Ice

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Chapter Three

Winter was galloping down the main hallway. The ponies he passed were simply enjoying the party, oblivious to the situation that Winter was facing. What did Midnight do? Winter wasn't entirely sure if Midnight was homicidal or not, and didn't know what he was going to find in those bushes.

Some ponies turned and watched Winter curiously as he burst out the entrance way and ran off to the right. Winter didn't heed their gaze, but was determined to find out what was going on. There was confliction in the pegasus stallions mind. Part of him wanted to uphold his duty as a guard, while another part wanted to agree with Midnight's actions, no matter how horrible they might be.

Finally, Winter slowed to a trot as he reached the side of the palace. It was dark in the shadows, but lightening bugs and the stars above illuminated the quiet night air. Winter wasn't sure if Midnight was following him, nor did it matter at that moment. He would deal with Midnight later.

Winter began searching the bushes until he reached a bush near a medium sized apple tree. He stopped in his tracks as his ears picked up a faint sound. Was it...breathing? The breaths were short. More like panting. Winter moved slowly behind the bush, and found her laying there.

A cyan colored pegasus mare with a rainbow colored mane was lying there, tied with ropes, her mouth taped shut, covered in sweat and...other fluids. Winter reeled back, stunned. This mare was one of the elements! He didn't recall her name, but he recognized her. Winter was shocked and horrified at what Midnight had done, at how he had violated her, but somewhere, deep inside the dark corners of his mind, he found it funny. Some sick, twisted part of his brain believed that Midnight was in the right. I mean, he wasn't killing them, was he? He wasn't even physically hurting them that much. All Midnight was doing was enjoying his last night in this world.

Winter lowered his head and started shivering, despite the warmth in the air. His whole body was shuddering, his mind a war zone of different emotions. I just need to take out my sword, free the poor mare, and tell the other guards what's going on. Or...maybe I shouldn't...maybe I should leave her here and just walk away.

"Well, Winter," A venomous voice chimed in, breaking Winter's thoughts, "You wanted me to show you what I was doing. She was what I was "doing" not to long ago." Winter continued to stare at the exhausted, abused mare laying before him. Something about the redness in her cheeks, that glazed look in her eyes, made Winter excited. He was shaking now, the rational part of his brain urging him to take out his sword and kill Midnight like the dog he was. Something snapped in Winter's mind.

A sound escaped from Winter's lips, growing louder. He started laughing, louder and louder, hysterically. Midnight smiled, knowing that he had won the battle in Winter's mind. He owned him now. Winter kept his gazed locked on Rainbow Dash's limp form, until finally he spoke.

"Well, Midnight," He began with a wolfish grin, "Who's next?" Winter turned to look at Midnight, his eyes wild. Midnight chuckled.

"I was thinking we could get the country mare, Applejack, next. She's strong, but she can't stop the two of us together." Winter giggled gleefully at the implications of Midnight's words. Midnight beckoned for Winter to follow, and the two began making their way to the gardens at the back of the palace. The moon was getting higher in the sky, and the stars glowed brighter then ever. The sky itself was a dark, purplish blue, radiating the essence of night upon Equestria.

Ponies glanced at the two as they passed, but this time, they seemed like two, unsuspecting guards going for a stroll. The garden out back was enormous, with many paths leading in different directions. Following the main path, the two of them reached the entrance to the hedge maze.

"She's in here, I know it." Midnight said, observing the butterflies who floated aimlessly around the mazes entrance.

"How do you know?" Winter questioned.

"While you were busy trying to find my little surprise in the bushes, I asked some of the party goers. They all said that she went inside the maze and hasn't come out." Winter grinned. A challenge is always fun. Midnight led the way as the two began trotting through the large maze.

The minutes passed slowly and silently as the two listened out for noise. The walls of the maze were high, bathing the paths in shadow, but the bright sky was still visible, the many stars providing sufficient illumination. The two made many turns, hit multiple dead ends, and scouted for a long time until they finally heard the trotting of hooves other then their own.

Following the sound, the two skulked through the darkness as quietly as they could. Taking a right turn, the two faced down a long stretch of path, and the strong, sturdy form of Applejack could be seen walking. Applejack was humming a tune to herself happily as she slowly cantered down the path. Midnight whispered instructions to Winter, and the two trotted quickly after her.

"Fine night for a stroll, isn't it?" Midnight called confidently as they approached. Applejack stopped in her tracks and turned.

"Oh, hello there Midnight. Y'all startled me!" Applejack exclaimed as Winter nonchalantly passed by her and turned to face her flank. Applejack looked a little worried.

"Er, who's yer friend here?" She asked, turning to face Winter.

"Oh, my name is Sergeant Winter, ma'am. Pleased to meet you." Winter explained, extending a hoof. Applejack nervously shook his hoof. While that was happening, Midnight ran and jumped onto her back, slamming her body into the dust.

"What in the hell do yew think yer doing!" Applejack yelled in surprise, "Get yer damn hooves off me!" Winter, meanwhile, had a look of deep concern on his face as he watched Applejack squirm. While Midnight struggled to keep Applejack pinned, Winter was feeling a crisis of faith. I can't do this, can I? What kind of sick, degenerate pony would force someone like this against their will?

"Winter!" Midnight barked with effort, "Help me keep her pinned!" Winter leaned down pushed Applejack's upper half down with his fore-hooves. He looked into her eyes as she struggled under Midnight's weight.

"Dammit." She muttered under her breath before looking up at Winter. "Why are yew doin' this?" Winter felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He began shaking. I won't stand for this! Winter rose to his legs and scowled at Midnight.

"Winter!" Midnight yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" Applejack suddenly bucked upwards, kicking Midnight square in the chest. Midnight was thrown backwards, sputtering in pain. Applejack's eyes were wild, and she frantically moved her gaze between Winter and Midnight.

"Now y'all better back off! Ah'm warnin' yew!" Winter, without thinking, took a step forward. Applejack immediately spun around and bucked him in the face. Two teeth went flying from his mouth, and he landed on his back, unconscious and bleeding. Applejack turned to face a recovering Midnight.

"Yew crazy bastard!" She yelled in rage. "What did yew do with Pinkie after I saw 'er with yew? Ah swear, if yew touched one hair on 'er head!" Midnight started laughing maniacally. Applejack glared at him in confusion and anger.

"Oh, silly Applejack." He grinned, "I did a lot more then just touching!" Applejack screamed and leaped at him. Unfortunately, Midnight had been anticipated this. Midnight quickly unsheathed his sword and side stepped. Applejack couldn't stop herself in midair, and the blade sliced down her right side. Applejack quivered in pain and shock for a moment, before slipping into unconsciousness. The blade hadn't cut too deep, and she wasn't bleeding bad enough for her life to be threatened.

"It's a shame," Midnight thought aloud, "that I won't get to play with you, now." Midnight, the sword still clenched in his teeth, walked over to the sleeping form of Winter.

"I will not kill the innocent," Midnight said between his teeth, raising the blade, "but I have no problem killing traitors." Midnight plunged the sword deep into Winter's chest and let go of the handle, allowing it to remain propped inside of him. Winter stopped breathing, and stopped moving entirely. Midnight regained his composure and began retracing his steps out of the maze.

This was an unexpected turn of events, he thought to himself, but I'm not done just yet!...

Chapter Four: Midnight

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Chapter Four

This is really quite the party! Rarity, throughout the night, had been chatting with the Canterlot elite, sipping drinks, and receiving many compliments for her exquisite looks. To Rarity, that was all she needed to have a good time. Besides her friends, of course, but the had all run off in different directions.

Rarity trotted along the outside of the crowd, around the edge of the large dining hall, until she reached the archway on the far end. Stepping out, Rarity was hit with a warm, soothing wind, and the marvelous taste of fresh, nighttime air. Outside, singing softly in the moonlight, Rarity spotted her good friend, Fluttershy. Fluttershy had spent much of the night on the balcony, watching out over the gardens, observing the animals and the ponies as they went about their business.

"Fluttershy, darling," Rarity spoke in a quiet voice. "Whatever are you doing out here, all alone?" Fluttershy was startled enough to lift four feet into the air, but gracefully drifted to the ground with her wings gently flapping.

"Oh, hello Rartiy." She greeted, softly, "I didn't see you there."

"Darling," Rarity began, raising her voice a little, "I really think you should go down to the gardens and spend time with people! All this isolation isn't good for you." Fluttershy hid her face behind her mane and mumbled something which Rarity couldn't hear. Rarity softened her tone and put a hoof on Fluttershy's shoulder.

"This could be a good chance to make some new friends, Fluttershy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Rarity asked.

"Well, um, I guess I could." Fluttershy squeaked.

"That's the spirit, darling!" Rarity guided Fluttershy inside and through the crowd. Fluttershy shrunk away from the many ponies surrounding her. As the two reached the archway to the throne room, Rarity wished Fluttershy good luck and sent her on her way to the gardens. Rarity, with herself again, decided to explore the palace a little more. She caught a brief glimpse of Twilight and Spike, entering the archway to the library, which was situated to the right of Celestia's throne. Little did she know, somepony had just spotted her.

Midnight was standing at the front of the throne room, just walking in from the main hall. His eyes skimmed the room quickly, and to his surprise, one of the elements was standing right there! It was Rarity, the fashionitta. Midnight straightened his posture and put on his best smile. He was no Winter, but if he worked together enough charisma, he might at least convince her to go with him someplace more...secluded.

Rarity smiled at him as he approached, eyeing his muscular form. Midnight stopped a healthy distance away and bowed his head slightly towards her.

"Greetings, my lady. I hope you're finding everything acceptable."

"Oh yes," Rarity replied, "I think everything is going quite nicely." Rarity was easily being tricked by his politeness.

"And might I be so bold, but you are looking quite...fetching." Midnight was careful with his voice inflections, trying to sound both friendly and flirtatious.

"Oh dear," Rarity giggled, fluttering her eye lashes, "You're too kind." Everything is going perfectly! Midnight gave an enticing smile.

"I take it you have an appreciation for beauty, my lady" Rarity laughed and nodded her head.

"Please, call me Rarity."

"A fine name for a fine mare. But it would be rude not to introduce myself!" Midnight bowed his head again, and said. "Call me Midnight." Rarity felt enchanted by the stallion before her. She hadn't met a man so adulterate, yet somehow still refined.

"Well, Rarity," Midnight almost whispered, "If beauty is your calling, then I know of the most beautiful overlook in Equestria." Rarity took the bait; hook line, and sinker. Midnight was pleased at how smoothly things had gone. Maybe if he had put forth more effort before, he could have been a real lady killer.

Midnight led Rarity through the library silently, catching a glimpse of who would soon be his next victim, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight didn't notice them as the two passed through, for she was busy reminiscing on the memories of this place. Midnight guided Rarity to a small archway in the back corner of the room, which lead to a spiral staircase of stone. The two ascended the long stairwell, until finally they reached the top of the small spire.

The spire was really the most luxurious guestroom in the palace, with a large balcony that looked out over the the rest of the palace, and over all of Canterlot. Rarity gasped as she took in the view, rushing over and gazing out into the dazzling lights of the city. Midnight had never been one to appreciate such things, but now, his last night alive, he felt a strange admiration for the gorgeous metropolis. Midnight silently locked the door behind him. The wind at this height was chillier, causing a cool wind to flow through. Rarity shivered slightly.

Midnight trotted up beside Rarity, and like her, rose to his hind-hooves, leaning his forelegs against the balconies edge. The sliver of sanity left in his mind felt horrible about what he was going to do to this sweet mare. They were even starting to form a bond! Of course, this part of his mind was locked away completely from control. Instead, Midnight smiled. No one would be able to hear her from up her, so he didn't have to worry about covering her mouth. Rarity closed her eyes and inhaled the unfiltered summer breeze. Perfect!

In a flash, Midnight grabbed Rarity by the waist and tossed her onto the bed with a soft pat. In the seconds that Rarity took to register what was going on, Midnight slipped from his armor and leaped onto the bed on top of her. Rarity's dark blue eyes suddenly grew wide with fear. Before she could scream, Midnight trapped her in a kiss. Rarity's cheeks immediately grew hot and she momentarily stopped trying to struggle free. Midnight's mouth was watering her tongue, and Rarity broke the wet kiss instantly, her eyes transfixed on Midnight. Midnight pressed his lips onto hers again, causing Rarity to struggle underneath him. Her body was pressing tightly into his, and Midnight could feel his erection growing.

Midnight released his lips from Rarity's, and she began panting from exertion. Midnight started planting kisses on her neck, and slowly snaked down her body. Rarity tried to push him off, but he smacked her hand away in a sharp, painful motion. Rarity could feel her blush deepen as Midnight kissed her chest, then her stomach. Rarity began sweating lightly. Tears had half formed in her eyes, but she didn't feel like crying. She instead felt a nervous anticipation of what Midnight was about to do to her. Rarity wasn't going to lie to herself, she did find Midnight quite attractive, but she still didn't consent to this!

"Midnight!" She yelled, "What in Celestia's name do you think you're-" Rarity let out a loud gasp as Midnight planted a kiss on the top of her slit. Rarity's cheeks were redder than she thought possible, and her whole body felt like it was burning. Midnight slithered his tongue inside of her, causing Rarity to moan in pleasure. Midnight was holding Rarity's hind-legs apart, though she was hardly resisting. Rarity's eyes had drifted shut as Midnight moved his tongue in small circles within her. She could feel herself growing wet, which only caused Midnight to lick faster.

Rarity's eyes opened halfway, and she could blearily make out the form of Midnight, his head stuck between her legs, passionately eating her out. To Midnight, Rarity's eyes seemed dazed and half focused, her cheeks glowing red and sweat trickling from down her body. He could taste her excitement. Just as Rarity almost lost herself in the feelings, Midnight moved his head away and rose, leaning his back against a bedpost.

Rarity blinked in confusion, finally coming to her senses about what she had just been doing. Just been enjoying. Rarity blushed now in anger and embarrassment, and scowled at Midnight. Midnight gave only a cocky smile in response and said:

"My turn!" Rarity opened her mouth to question, but Midnight immediately grabbed the back of her head and pushed her lips around his cock. Rarity was shocked as his stiff member was plunged into her throat. Midnight hadn't pushed it deep enough to gag her, but she was certainly unable to make a sound except muffled cries. Using his right fore-hoof, Midnight slowly brought Rarity's head up and down along his rod. As he slowly sunk deeper and deeper, Rarity felt tears well up in her eyes and saliva seep from her mouth. She was on the brink of gagging, but the wetness in her mouth caused Midnight to push faster, bobbing her head on his thick manhood.

Rarity became entranced in the sloppy blowjob she was giving, and began using her tongue to stimulate the head of his cock. Midnight groaned in ecstasy as her tongue circled around the tip of his length. Rarity, on all fours, started using her left fore-hoof to stroke Midnight's boner, causing him to gasp in pleasure. Their eyes were locked together as Rarity furiously sucked, licked, and rubbed his hardness.

Rarity slowly dragged her tongue down his entire length, from the tip to the base, and began licking his balls while stroking him off. Midnight bucked his hips at the sensation, sweat dripping from his red face. Finally, Midnight pulled Rarity's head away from his rod, the two of them panting. Midnight didn't want to finish just yet. As Rarity huffed and caught her breath, she again realized she had lost herself to this...rapist. But, at this point, Rarity had no other choice but to follow through.

A loud bell suddenly chimed, ringing throughout Canterlot and reverberating through the halls of the palace. It was the 12 o'clock bell. The one that signaled midnight. Midnight couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

As Rarity continued to pant violently, Midnight took her by surprise. He jumped onto her, pushing her back into the softness of the bed, and wrapped his arms around her. Then, in a swift motion, he rolled over onto his back so that Rarity was on top of him. He grabbed her by the forelegs, and Rarity struggled to pull free. Rarity did enjoy this position of power, but she wasn't going to let a chance at freedom slip by. Midnight laughed as Rarity tried to pull free from his strong hold. She was already tired, and exhausting herself more wasn't helping. Midnight swiftly twisted her left foreleg, causing Rarity to cry out in shock and pain. Tears formed in her eyes, and she finally stopped struggling.

Rarity's lips parted against Midnight's shaft, and she slowly started rubbing herself back and forth against him. She began to slide faster as her pussy grew wet, coating his shaft in fluid. Midnight squirmed under the wonderful feeling. As the two of them moaned, Rarity slowed and rose herself above him. Taking it slow, Rarity took his length an inch at a time inside of her. The feeling of his large rod caressing her insides was maddening. Rarity's tongue lolled out, dripping saliva onto his stomach, as she quickly began bouncing faster and faster.

Midnight himself was surprised at her enthusiasm, but enjoyed every second of Rarity's tight pussy pleasuring his manhood. Rarity's eyes closed shut and she clenched her teeth together as a light sensation began to rise from her inner groin. Midnight could feel his own climax slowly coming on. Midnight pressed his hips upwards in sync with Rarity's body slamming against his. Rarity was moaning louder and louder now, and Midnight felt the groundswell in his balls.

Together, in synchronization, both Midnight and Rarity reached their orgasm. Rarity continued slamming down even as she screamed and seeped vaginal fluid from her womanhood. Midnight also continued bucking upwards as he shot streams of cum deep into her body. The two remained lost in a land of ecstasy together for a long time. Midnight could feel his seed shooting from his rod, and Rarity could feel the warm fluid coating her insides. Soon, Rarity slowed to a stop and fell forwards onto his chest, her eyes rolled back and her tongue hanging out, smiling in delight. When Rarity fell, Midnight had finally gotten pulled out of her, his wet erection dying away.

As Rarity panted, Midnight merely blushed and wrapped Rarity in an embrace, massaging his hooves along her back and plot. Midnight knew she would come to her senses, later, but he enjoyed laying in the bed with her for a time, resting his eyes and his mind.

Before long, Midnight slipped out from under her, letting Rarity roll off and drift into sleep on the soft, warm bed. Midnight didn't tape her mouth, or tie her legs together, but merely tied her forelegs to one of the bedposts. As was his custom, he leaned down and planted one final kiss on her lips, then he fixed his hair, dawned his armor, and trotted back to the stairwell.

He gave one last look to the city from above, and one last look to Rarity, in quiet admiration. Maybe I do have an appreciation for beauty. Midnight unlocked the door and began trotting back down to the library, his strength returning, and a smile on his lips. He had already decided that Twilight would be his last visit before the end. I'll spare Fluttershy the horrors. This time, Midnight left his helmet behind. He had another plan for his grand finale. It seemed Rarity had...inspired him...

Chapter Five: End of the Road

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...

Conclusion

Conclusion

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Conclusion

Midnight slowly came to his senses. The first thing he noticed was the smell of dampness. Slowly, his eyes cracked open. He was in a small. dirty room with nothing but a tiny, barred window, a bucket, a bed, and a large metal door with slot on it. It was a cell. Midnight was wearing standard prisoner rags, and on the floor beneath his bed was a pile of bones that must have once been a pony skeleton.

Rising up, Midnight could feel a headache coming on. He sat on the bed for a long time, dreary, slowly waking up. It wasn't until the slot on the door opened that Midnight really came to his senses. The voice of a guard spoke to him.

"Priv-er...ex-Private Midnight, you awake?" Midnight rose an trotted to the door. He could see the eye of a guard watching him. "Two people wanted to have a word with you, I was sent to let you know. You're going on trial in two days." Midnight nodded his head and waited. The slot closed shut. Silence.

A few minutes later, the slot was opened again. Midnight peered through, and a pair of dark pink eyes stared back. The voice of Rainbow Dash spoke.

"Midnight, is that you?"

"Yeah." Was all Midnight could respond with. The two sat in an awkward silence for a few moments.

"I just wanted to know; why?" Midnight looked down, not wanting make eye contact. He honestly didn't know how to explain this.

"Because I'm out of my mind, that's why. Because I had the diluted idea that I should do something horrible before I killed myself, just for fun. An idea I still cling to like some kind of rabid animal." Rainbow Dash was silent, contemplating his words. Midnight glanced up at her. Luckily, she was looking down rather than at him. Did she feel awkward too? Why?

"Okay, I guess. I...I just wanted to know." Rainbow Dash and Midnight accidently made eye contact again. Dash nervously seemed like she was about to say something else, but never did.

"Bye." Was all she said before slamming the slot shut. Midnight never did find out what that was all about. Silence. A few moments later, the slot opened again. This time, a pair of purple eyes looked back at him. Twilight Sparkle seemed like she was in pain.

"M-Midnight?" She asked. Midnight lowered his eyes, trying not to look at her. The goodness in him was suffering deeply.

"Hello, Twilight." Midnight could hear Twilight sniffling. Part of her was furious at him, while the rest of her was heart broken. Shattered.

"Midnight...I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything, Twilight. I don't even deserve to talk to you." Midnight understood how horrible it must be for her, having willingly given herself to the stallion who had raped her friends. Having actually, for a moment, cared about him.

"If I could take it all back, I would," Midnight began, "but I can't, and there's no use being sorry for myself. The easiest thing for you to do is understand that I'm a monster, and just walk away." Twilight was a crying harder now.

"Goodbye, Midnight." She choked out before closing the slot and galloping away. Midnight returned to the little bed and sat down. He shed no tears, but there was remorse buried within him. In the end, what did it matter? What's done was done.

Midnight began searching the room, and once he searched the pile of bones under the bed, fate played it's final card. Midnight found a crudely made knife stashed on the body. Rising it up, he said goodbye to the world.

Midnight pressed the blade onto his left wrist and sliced downwards, blood pouring out. He quickly started feeling light headed, but cared little about the pain. Using his right fore-hoof as a quill and his blood as ink, Midnight wrote a message on the wall.

To the Elements of Harmony-

Thanks for making my last night worth it. And to Twilight Sparkle: I know that some part of me, deep inside, is sorry.

-Midnight

As Midnight toppled to the floor, pale and sweating, he began to wonder if there really was an afterlife waiting for him. Would Winter be there? Part of him felt that being damned to sit in an empty, dull room, complaining to Winter about how boring everything was for the rest of eternity would be a fitting punishment. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. As his eyes drifted shut and he exhaled his final breath, the last thought that went through Midnight’s head was:

Whatever the next life has in store for me, I’d better not be a damn guard!...

The End

Alternate Ending: Redemption

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Redemption

At first, everything was black. A still darkness, a silence so thick you could cut it. At first, there was only black. Then, there was light. It started small, but grew wider, pushing the darkness away, causing it to swirl and scream, breaking the silence. As the white light overtook his surroundings, feeling began returning to Midnight. Not the feeling of a physical body, but the feeling of existence, on some level.

Midnight opened his slowly, adjusting to the light. Wherever he was, he was not among the living. Midnight stood on the flat peak of a rocky mountain. It was light, dawn arriving just over the horizon. The clouds passed below him, the peak of mountain place rising above them. Midnight felt alive, but not physically alive. Looking at his hooves, he found that his body was more of an ethereal specter then a living being. A strange aura poured out around him, glowing white.

Something was different about him. His mind felt clear and sharp, more so then it had been during his life. Not only were his emotions of happiness and compassion stronger, but his feelings of guilt and regret were amplified beyond anything he had ever imagined. Falling to his haunches, Midnight began to weep. He wept for all the pain he had caused to others, he wept for the marks he had forever left in the lives of the three he had raped, he wept for the life of Winter that he had mercilessly cut short, and he wept for Twilight, whose heart he had broken. A chill suddenly cut threw the air, making Midnight shiver, and his aura of light die down.

Looking up, Midnight saw the form of himself staring back. But this was a twisted version of himself, cold and uncaring, cruel and wicked, a black aura seeping out around him. This was the him who had raped those mares, who had murdered Winter, and who had taken their own life. Anger welled up inside of Midnight. Not a cruel, evil anger, but one of righteousness. Midnight's aura grew strong again as he rose, but the doppelganger merely laughed.

"Midnight," It spoke in a thorny, twisted voice, "Just think of the horrible things you've done." Midnight winced as he recalled the fear in the faces of those his victims. Despair was like a snake, slithering it's way into Midnight's brain. No! He cried out in his head, his thoughts reverberating through the air. I won't let you corrupt me again!

This creature of evil was the darkness in himself, one which had once allowed to take full control of his mind, locking the good parts away. But now, this was his chance to cast out the darkness, to face his actions and atone for his sins. Midnight's aura began glowing brighter.

"I let you into me!" He yelled, "I violated those three, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity. I killed my own friend in cold blood. Took advantage of Twilight's heart and shattered it into pieces. But I will face my actions! I'm stronger than you now! You took my body, but not my voice. Not my heart." Tears formed in Midnight's eyes and the white sheath around him illuminated the cool air, expanding ever more. "To all those I hurt, I'm sorry! Nothing I do can make up for what I've done, but I will cast this evil away, and suffer the guilt of my actions for the rest of time if I must!"

Midnight charged towards the creature, who screamed in agony as their aura's collided. The monster was ripped into a thousand shreds of darkness, breaking away and drifting into dust on the wind. It's horrid screech resounding throughout the mountain top long after it had dissolved into nothing.

Midnight stood his ground, panting, and smiled. It felt as though an unbearable weight had lifted from his mind, clearing out his very soul. As Midnight gazed out over the sky, another spirit appeared from the light. Midnight turned and saw the glowing white form of Winter approaching him.

"Winter?" He gasped in astonishment. Winter only smiled serenely.

"Midnight, you don't belong in the world of the dead just yet." Midnight was shocked at his words.

"W-what do you mean I don't...oh Winter, I'm so sorry!" Midnight starting crying again, making up for all the years he spent in emotionless apathy.

"Midnight," Winter whispered, soothingly, placing a hoof on Midnight's shoulder. "It's okay now. I forgive you...I forgive you..." Winter's voice became muffled and slowly faded as Midnight phased back into a world of silent darkness. He could still quietly make out a voice saying "I forgive you," but as that faded away, another sound came into focus. A slow beeping sounded, gradually growing faster as Midnight came to his senses. The scene before him finally came into visibility.

Midnight was laying in a hospital room, hoofcuffed to his bed, Attached to his wrist were thick bandages and a heart monitor. Midnight could hardly move, as he was slowly recovering, but managed to bring his gaze around the room. To his surprise, Twilight Sparkle was sitting in a chair nearby, sleeping. Midnight gasped as he saw her, causing Twilight to be roused from her slumber. She stared at him for a moment, the two holding each others gaze, before Twilight burst into tears and rushed over to the bedside, wrapping her arms around him.

"Twilight...why are you..." Midnight struggled to speak. Twilight gently cried into the side of his neck before rising her head to see his. Midnight was about to ask again, when Twilight kissed him on the lips. Midnight's cheeks went red and his eyes widened in amazement. Twilight finally broke the kiss and leaned back.

"What are you doing, Twi?" He asked, not comprehending why Twilight would possibly want to even be near him, much less kiss him.

"Midnight...I thought you were dead. I just couldn't bear to let you go. I waited here, wondering if your heart would start beating again." Midnight wasn't entirely shocked that he had died, but was more shocked that he had managed to start living again.

"But Twilight, why would you want to be with me?" Tears began streaming from her eyes again.

"Because Midnight, I know th-that there's goodness in you. I could feel it, that night. I really f-felt something for you." Midnight was starting to cry as well.

"I don't deserve to be with you, Twi. I don't even deserve to be alive right now." Twilight shook her head.

"No, you're wrong. Fate is giving you a second chance. Why else would you be here now if that wasn't true?" Midnight wasn't sure if he had been hallucinating in his mind, or if that was all some big metaphor, but it sure felt real. Something about Twilight's words felt right.

"I'm not going to let you go again," She said, "I'm going to help you through this." Twilight held on to him tightly, and Midnight did his best to hug her back.

"Th-thank you Twilight. Thank you for forgiving me." Somewhere up there, Midnight knew that Winter was smiling. The two held each other for a long time, sharing their emotions in silence. Twilight finally looked into his eyes deeply, seeing the goodness that now thrived in his soul.

"Everyone deserves a new start, Midnight. I want you to have a new life, and I want to be a part of it...to be with you." Twilight leaned in again and held her lips to his.

Things weren't going to be easy, Midnight knew, but with Twilight at his side, he knew there was a chance to make things right, a chance for redemption...

The End

Introduction

Chronicles of a Canterlot Guard

By Liquid Rainbows

Introduction

I hate my job, thought Private Midnight to himself. As of recently, most of the stallions thoughts had been along those lines. Between hating his job, hating his co-workers, and hating his life, Midnight was forced to guard absolutely nothing. At least, that's what he thought. To Midnight, there was nothing that he was protecting. No one ever attacked the Princesses, besides Nightmare Moon and Discord, and even then the guards didn't actually do anything.

Over the past few weeks Midnight had contemplated suicide. There was nothing for this world to offer him, and nothing for him to offer, so why go on living? But Midnight didn't actually have the courage to take his own life. What am I going to do? If I can't kill myself, then how do I escape this hell?

Little did Midnight know, but fate was about to give him an opportunity. As he walked aimlessly through the embroidered halls of the palace, the dark coated earth pony stallion decided that maybe he should just attack the Princess. The guards would probably try arresting him, and he would fight. Then, they would kill him. Problem solved, right? No more Midnight.

The sun was lowering in the sky and cast it's rays through the great windows of the palace as Midnight made his way to the throne room. As he entered the doors, Midnight knew what he was going to do. He prepared his sword, and prepared himself for death. It was then that fate slapped Midnight in the face.

"Private Midnight!" The beautiful Princess Celestia called out from her magnificent throne. "I was just about to send word for you!" Midnight was stunned. The Princess was sending word for me? Celestia chuckled at Midnight's surprised reaction.

"You see, Private, I'm going to be having guests here at the palace tomorrow night, including six special friends of mine. You have been working for a long time, and I was wondering if you could help guard them. It would mainly be keeping an eye on them. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the festivities!"

The first thought that went through Midnight's head was damn right I've been working for a long time! But soon, a realization coursed through the stallion. The Princess must be talking about the elements of harmony! Midnight has seen those mares before, and he wasn't the only guard who found them...attractive. The other guards, though, were a bit more honorable then Midnight. This was his chance! He could get himself killed by the guards, and have the time of his life doing it! At a party in such a big palace, those mares will likely split up and go all over the place! Midnight stared into the Princesses beautiful eyes and smiled.

"Why your majesty, I would be honored!"

Soon, Midnight thought with a devious smile, everything will be perfect!