Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness.

Warning: Clop

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If you were to follow a royal guard around all day, you wouldn't find anything particularly exciting. In fact, the royal guard is more of a tradition than anything else. The guards act as a glorified police force most of the time. Drunken brawl? Call the guard. Vandalism? Call the guard. Somepony hounding you for a debt? Call the guard, get arrested, and be thrown in debter's prison. We, as guards, have more use for the dungeon under the castle than you would think. We hold training sessions, meetings, councils, parties, and other things farther back in the old complex. Fortunately though, Raven Heart has a few of the more interesting jobs a guard could have. She teaches the newbies, is always selected for the most dangerous jobs, and is on the war council, which is her favorite part. The reason for this is not that she is required to attend stuffy meetings, but that she gets to test experimental weapons, and has access to powerful poisons, salves that heal in an instant, and drugs that can cause insane lust. All useful for torture, two useful for other reasons. Raven Heart didn't get out much but when she did, she had fun.

"Mail!" Yelled a voice after a knock on the door.

"One minute!" Raven Heart yelled back.

She may have been in her room across the mansion, but she could still hear it. Equestria may be low-tech but it wasn't without modern technology whatsoever. Another perk of being on the war council was the advanced gadgets. Over the last few years portals have been popping up all over Equestria and leaving behind strange items. Most of them were some kind of communication device. Equestria had telephones, but they were only between the important people, and because Raven is considered to be an important person, she gets to have a few of these pieces of technology too. Raven Heart walked down the stairs, and across the main hall way. The thick carpet charged her hooves with static, and white light, which originated from magical beams powered by runes engraved into the ceiling, shined on the marble walls and expensive paintings. The solid oak door opened without a sound.

"So how's your day been?" The mail pegasus asked as he dug through his bag.

"It's my day off, so I've been sleeping all day. What time is it?" Raven asked.

"2:45, or around that. Left at one, been to thirty houses, around five minutes a house." He answered through the mail between his teeth.

"Wow, I didn't think it was that late. I should probably get to the track, and exercise a little today."

"You know you don't need to exercise right, there isn't an ounce of fat on you."

Raven blinked. What did he just say? Did he just compliment her? Sure, she got that all the time, but never from the mail pony. The brown Pegasus was strictly business, and would never say anything like that to anyone.

"Are you okay Raven Heart?" The mail pony gave her a confused look.

"I'm fine, but what did you mean?" She asked, fearing the worst.

"I was just giving you a compliment. If you wanted someone to help you train I would go to the track with you."

Raven stayed quiet for another moment. Was this really happening to her? She had just been helped to see her feelings for a creature of another species, and here was the brown pegasus that delivered her mail every day, asking her out. Or was he really just being friendly? This situation was the last thing she needed.

"Meet me there in an hour." Raven said plainly.

"Okay, bye." The mail Pegasus said happily, and flew away.

Why did she just do that? She couldn't explain it herself. Well, thats not true, she had half of an explanation. Whenever somepony left her she wouldn't be able to say no to anything that she liked doing. This included fighting, exercise, sex, planning tactics, and experimenting with new things developed in the weapons labs. She thought about just not showing up, but her excuse was that she would be changing her daily routine. Raven combed back her mane, preened her nearly perfect wings, and found her flying armor. It wasn't the heaviest armor they had, but it allowed for speed and she liked speed. She had even raced the famous Rainbow Dash, and got to the finish ten minutes after the cyan pony. It didn't sound impressive, but when it came to flying top speed over two miles against the fastest pegasus in Equestria, ten minutes was the closest race the cyan pegasus ever had.

Raven Heart never had any trouble putting on armor, and it was always stylized for her. She had an image to keep, and who was she to go against fashion in Canterlot. The scalemail covered every inch of fur and even a few feathers. Each scale was pitch black with a silver trim, and was made of an experimental alloy of tungsten, titanium, and depleted uranium named ravensteel due to the black pegasus's insistence on all of her armor being made from it. Her wings were fitted into a harness that ensured they would never break from a collision, but still had full range of motion. She looked like a metallic pony-shaped dragon, but it gave her a challenge and eliminated risk, so she was fine with that. It had been fifty five minutes, meaning that she had to fly two and a half miles in five minutes, no problem.

She stepped out of her house after grabbing two red vials and bolted above the clouds as the massive doors closed with a thud. The clouds were demolished as she rushed through them, and in about four minutes the flight training complex came into view. The word "track" had different meanings depending on who it came from. From a pegasus it meant the local obstacle course, from an earth pony it meant an actual running track, and from a unicorn it meant the library's trial system. The mail pony was there and waiting for her to show up. Brown coat, black mane that he never seemed to straighten, muscular wings, and a cutie mark of an envelope. Not too bad for a pegasus, and if the reason for this was what she suspected, she'd get some kind of distraction from it.

"Hello Raven, what course do you fly?"

"Whatever you want to try."

He walked straight for her favorite course. Iron hoops, isolated tornados, and dark tunnels where it is almost impossible to see where you are flying. She walked up to the booth flashed the red card that allowed her to fly on the course and waited. As she suspected, the mail pony was signing the waver and receiving his new card. He had a blue card, which signified that he had spent enough time flying to upgrade to red. It also confirmed that he was trying to impress her, as trotted over looking nervous.

"Be honest, are you trying to impress me?" Raven asked with a small smile.

"Yes, but there's no backing out now." He gulped when he got a closer look at the isolated class two tornado.

"If you survive this, I'll be waiting at the gate, have fun." She giggled as she flew off into the chaos of the training course.

She was going to have fun with this if it killed her.

"Wait for me!" She just barely heard the call before the tornado drowned it out.

She flew straight into it, and wasn't even moved by the winds. The sun disappeared from the sky as the dark vortex consumed her, and she fought it with all her strength. The whipping wind was no match for her, and she tore through the artificial disaster with ease. She folded her wings and dropped like a stone into an iron hoop, after that her wings extended with a whooshing sound, and she was plunged into darkness yet again. She had memorized the exact path of the tunnel. The black pegasus banked right, shot up, sped down, swerved left, and burst around the curve, into the light.

"Where in Tartarus am I?" The black maned pony called out behind her.

She hurtled through a mass of storm clouds, and dodged around twenty bolts of lightening. She welcomed the light as it burned her eyes. Several other pegasi congratulated her when she landed. Apparently she had broken some kind of record, and there was clapping as she walked towards the gate. She seemed to break a record every other time she went to the track, and tried to remember the record she had just broken as she waited for the mail pony. He showed up a few minutes later with nothing more than an even more disheveled mane.

"So what are we going to do now?" He asked, out of breath.

"You are going to tell me your name, and you are going to drink this, it'll help." Raven said in a raspy voice.

In her hoof were two red vials.

"Name is Clayton Mail." The brown pegasus said before he downed the liquid in the vial.

Raven drank hers, and immediately felt the heat in her nether regions.

"What did you give me?" Clayton asked, panting for a reason other than lack of breath.

"Now I am going to take you home and make you even more tired. Isn't that what you wanted?" Raven was now feeling the full effect of the drug. Luckily, her armor was stopping her from soaking the ground.

"Yes, can we go now please, this is torture." The sad thing was that he was being completely honest, no one ever lied when they needed something as bad as the drug demanded.

"Follow." Raven said simply and she took off.

She didn't have time to appreciate the scenery as she flew, and landed on her doorstep in a few minutes. She had to wait a full fifteen seconds for the mail pony to land next to her. It was torturous. The door burst open when she kicked it, and she pulled him in for a kiss. Their tongues explored each others mouths as Clayton kicked the doors closed. The armor had a simple zipper, and in a moment the brown pegasus found it. He embraced her passionately and Raven moaned as the armor tugged at her. The kiss ended as he pulled away and the metal dropped to the floor.

"I want you now." Raven said hungrily.

As an answer, the pegasus grabbed her and kissed her again. She slowly guided him to the bedroom, and they knocked over several expensive things in the process. The drug worked so well that Raven was leaving a trail of juices throughout the house. The two stopped at the stairs, and decided it wasn't worth the effort of climbing them.

"Give it to me now." Raven pleaded as she presented herself.

She squealed as the brown pony entered her. She was so slick from her arousal that he slid in with almost no resistance, and he was big. The drugged stupor had left him with little sense, and it felt as if she was being ripped apart as he slid to his base. At least he had enough control to go slowly. The large shaft slid in and out with ease, and it sent shock waves through her body. Raven shrieked as she came. The drug worked wonders by decreasing female stamina and increasing male stamina while nearly tripling the amount of pleasure. It had only been five minutes and she yelled again. The floor was soaked, and her forelegs gave out as the onslaught of pleasure overrode her functions. She could feel the pressure building up yet again, and the release was wondrous. Clayton grunted with exertion as he pumped into her faster and faster. Raven's hind legs slipped in the puddle of her own juices and she collapsed onto the stairs. She clambered back up and decided that the bed would be a better place. Raven dashed up the stairs, and the mail pegasus followed close behind. Raven leaped onto the bed and lay down on her back, mane sprawled out in a halo, and wings to her side. The bed bounced as Clayton landed in his position over her. He entered again and Raven shouted her pleasure. She could feel his rapid thrusts getting more erratic, he was close too. The twitch gave it away and she rode out the intense feeling. Her walls clamped down and milked him for all he had. He pulled out, and flopped over next to her on the soaked bed. It took several minutes for Raven to come down from her high.

"I want more." She said plainly.

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Thousands of miles away from her, sitting in a nest, in a hive of evolutionary dead ends, inside a tree, is you. And you are still trying to convince yourself not to go back.

Author's Note

Please for the love of god tell me what you think of this chapter. First time ever writing clop, and I don't know if it turned out well. All constructive criticism and compliments are accepted.