Love Parasite

I opened his eyes. A familiar room. I was already exhausted; I only had a minute.

I stirred his legs into action, taking wobbly steps toward the window. Even subtle movements sent tingly pinpricks shooting through his body. The sensation was overwhelming, almost painful, but it didn't matter; I was walking. Breathing. Being.

The other pony in the room watched me carefully. “What's wrong with you?” she asked. “You look pale. Do you need an ambulance?”

I shook his head and responded, “I'm just fine.” His deep, gritty voice felt good. I liked it.

The shackle around his neck was constricting, the chain hanging off it heavy. I enjoyed the feeling, drawing pleasure from the way it dragged him down. I moved his hoof up to the shackle, giving it a bit of a tug. Yes, I liked this too.

Summoning whatever magical energies I could channel through a pegasus, I unlatched the lock and lifted the window open. The city's clock tower was barely visible; it pointed to 1:30 PM. I grimly nodded his head toward the other mare. Her mouth agape, she gave me a quizzical stare but remained silent.

I tested his wings, unfurling them, flapping them gently. So graceful. So powerful. How I longed to fly! I placed his right wing through the open window, letting it taste the outside air. Holding it outstretched, I took a deep breath.

And slammed the window shut, crushing his wing.