The desperate trophy wife

Sometimes the frag-12 rounds wouldn’t detonate on impact due to the fleshy skin texture of the ‘Demons’. Demons! Ha, they looked more like failed lab experiments… that were a mixture of Swiss cheese and a housefly.

The AA12 chugged out explosive shells that devastated the creatures. They hissed and screeched as they flew at me. I took cover behind a stone pillar just as one of the demons launched a magical green blast at me.

I noticed that the magazine was empty and loaded a fresh one. I only had this one and the next one then I was out. Dammit I really wish that I had my old guns. I stepped out from behind the cover of the pillar and fired mercilessly upon the creatures. Just as I was about to duck behind the pillar they wised up and scampered off. I took close aim on one of the fleeing creatures.

I gave the trigger a quick pull and fired off a single round that connected with its rear and detonated. The creature began to howl in pain and squirm around furiously. I checked the load. Empty again.

“Damn” I muttered to myself. Even though it had a relatively mediocre fire-rate, it still ate through ammo rather quickly. I slipped the last magazine into the shotgun then slung it across my back as I drew the Glock. I wanted to keep the AA12 handy for something a little bit heavier and stronger, like the first demon I killed.

I began to stalk down the hallways which were now pretty much empty, save for a few glances I’d catch of one of the demons scampering out of sight. I began to pace down a hallway when suddenly a voice entered my head. ‘Over here’ it called.

“Over where?” I asked as I looked around, keeping my Glock at the ready. Something just didn’t seem right about this.

‘In the room to your left. Do not worry, I won’t harm you’ it whispered in my thoughts. Okay, when someone says ‘I won’t hurt you’, it usually means that they are going to hurt you and they just want you to lower your guard or… or they need my help.

I slowly opened the door, letting my pistol lead the way. Compared to my Desert Eagle this pistol was like carrying a feather which was rather nice. As I entered the room I spotted a larger demon looking thing, but this one was different. It had more character to it and looked feminine.

I leveled the pistol’s sights on her but she didn’t move… she couldn’t move. She was bound to a chair. She chuckled, “Please… don’t shoot me. I mean you no harm” she laughed rather calmly.

“Those your demons out there?” I asked and she nodded. “So I guess that means that you’re a demon too?” I asked but she shook her head.

“We are not demons. We are changelings. My hive was brainwashed by Trixie and her new partner whom she summoned from beyond the grave” she informed me. I still kept my pistol ready but lowered the sights from her body as I approached her. “They took my hive from me and kept me locked up for if I was too escape, I could break the spell they have on my hive.” I raised an eyebrow.

“So… I guess that’s where I come in. You need me to free you so you can get your ‘hive’ back and… just by chance are you going to try and take over Equestria? You don’t strike me as one of the good guys” I asked with curiosity. She laughed briefly.

“Well… in the future, yes. I do plan to conquer Equestria but believe me when I say it won’t be now. My hive is too weak, especially with the causalities you just inflicted. I can feel their suffering you know” she said with slight irritation in her voice. It’s not like it was my fault I killed her friends, they were trying to kill me so I just returned the favour.

“So I let you free, you take back your hive, then what?” I asked. She tried to shrug in the chair but couldn’t due to the ropes tying her down.

“Then we all go our separate ways. You go back to your life mingling while I go resurrect strength in my hive so that one day I can conquer Equestria” she informed me. I really didn’t want to let her free but if she could stop all those bug things then it would make my life easier.

“It would make your life easier” she replied, almost as if she read my mind. I looked to her with a shocked expression and she giggled. “Yes that’s right. I read your mind.” I gulped then paced around to her backside to untie her but found that she was tied up pretty good.

I knelt down but out of my peripheral vision I spotted a large blade coming towards me. I spun to face it and noticed a green aura surrounding it. Her horn was glowing as well. I pressed the barrel of the Glock to the back of her head but in turn she simply laughed.

“Relax. I’m not going to stab you. Use it to cut me free” she told me calmly.

“Why didn’t you just use your magic to cut yourself free in the first place?”

“Because I needed someone who could help me. If I hadn’t found you then I wouldn’t have been able to retrieve my hive. Now cut me loose” she ordered. I took the blade, which looked something like a bowie knife, and cut the ropes.

She stood up and brushed off the ropes still clinging to her body and stuck in her holes. “Why do you have all those holes anyway?” I asked.

“It increases pleasure during intercourse” she replied and I gulped in shock. “I’m just kidding. It’s a part of my body. Just like those fingers of yours are a part of you, the holes are simply a body genetic.” Not really a straight answer but I sort of understood what she said.

“Alright… let’s go stop this” I told her and she nodded.

“The name’s Chrysalis” she told me and we exchanged pleasantries. To my surprise she ended up leading me, saying she knew where Trixie was. We ended up at two large doors which were locked and a little too big for me to just boot down.

I motioned for her to step back then unslung the AA12. I leveled it at the hip and emptied the entire magazine capacity into the door. The frag-12 rounds made quick work of the wooden furnished doors and quickly blew them to splinters. I dropped the still smoking shotgun in the small clutter of green shotgun shells and smiled as I proceeded through the doorway.

We both entered the throne room where Trixie, a weird stallion looking thing, the element of harmony bearers and both royal princesses stood. Other than Trixie and the stallion, they all had a grey tone to their body.

I leveled the Glock on Trixie. “Surprise bitch” I chuckled but she didn’t laugh and neither did her friend who had purple smoke wisping from his eyes.

“No surprise. Trixie knew you were coming” Trixie laughed.

“And how’d you know that?”

“Because Trixie has her” she replied and pointed to Fleur who was being dragged in by two of the insect things. I kept my aim on Trixie. “Please, lower your gun. It’s insulting” she ordered but I didn’t listen.

“Fleur, I thought I told you to stay in the truck” I called to her but she shrugged embarrassingly.

“I always wanted to see the Canterlot royal garden” she replied and I sighed depressingly. Why would she want to see it at a time like this?

Chrysalis leaned over. “Trust me, it’s a beautiful place” she told me, almost like she had read my…

“Get out of my head” I whispered back and Trixie became annoyed with our whispering.

“What are you whispering? The great and powerful Trixie demands to know!” she ordered and I looked to her with an un-impressed look.

“Who’s the stallion? A demon?” I chuckled and she nodded triumphantly.

“This is the one, and only, King Sombra! Lord of darkness!” she announced like it was a big deal.

“Pfft.” I leveled the Glock and fired six rounds in quick succession but all the rounds pinged off his chest armour which resembled medieval styled armour. “Shit” I muttered. This is why I missed my Desert Eagle.

“Surprise!” Sombra sneered and fired a blast of black energy at me. The blast struck me right in the chest and sent my body skidding across the ground, making me lose my grip around the Glock.

I got up, my jacket had been severely scorched from the blast and luckily my chest was only stinging but not bleeding. Sombra fired another blast. I quickly rolled out of the way and behind a stone pillar.

“CHRYSALIS! A LITTLE HELP!” I yelled but noticed she had disappeared. Great… wait a minute… Applejack has my guns. I peeked out to see that Applejack did indeed still have her saddle which probably still housed my Desert Eagle.

Sombra fired another blast at me and I ducked it a little late. The blast blew away a chunk of pillar and several pieces cut up the left side of my face but they were only minor. I peeked a look out again only to have Sombra fire another blast at me.

I quickly stood up then dashed out from behind the pillar and to the cover of another. I needed to get to Applejack but couldn’t at the moment because there was no cover near her.

“Here” said a vaguely familiar voice. I turned to see Chrysalis with my Desert Eagle and ammo belt. How the hell’d she do that? “Magic” she replied. I really needed to stop thinking with her around.

“Okay… You distract him and I’ll kill him” I suggested.

“Killing is a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“You have a better Idea?”

“Nope” she replied and that was the end of the quick argument. I held the Desert Eagle and pulled back the slid before releasing it and letting it slam shut. Christ this was a nice gun. The gun had excessive weight for a pistol but that helped compensate the recoil. However the cons were balanced by the guns tremendous firepower, for a pistol, and uncanny knack to penetrate light armour. Now the question was, is his armour light enough for the .50 caliber rounds to penetrate?

Chrysalis took off into plain view, gaining Sombra’s attention. I rushed in the opposite direction, gaining Trixie’s attention. Sombra fired a blast of energy at Chrysalis but she blocked it with a blast of her own.

I lept, rolled then came to a crouch stance and took close aim with the massive handgun. Sombra and I had about a forty meter separation so it would be a little more than difficult for a headshot. I fired a round into his chest. The bullet failed to penetrate but made a large indent into his chest plate which made him screech in agony.

The force knocked him back but he kept his footing. I fired another round which slammed his chest again, making another dent and once again knocking him back.

BLAM… BLAM… BLAM, BLAM. The Desert Eagle thundered in the throne room. Each round would knock his balance off and send him staggering back. Three of the rounds penetrated his armour and made him screech painfully as blood trickled out onto his shiny armour.

My final shot was a little of target but ended up clipping his jugular. He fell back in pain and shock. Trixie, now realizing her plan had been foiled, quickly formed a magic spell and vanished into a smoke cloud.

As Sombra squirmed on the floor, Chrysalis and I approached his dying body. I slid a fresh magazine into the handgun then holstered it.

Sombra took a final wheezing breath then passed away. As he died the faded colouring around the others disappeared and they returned to normal. They all gasped at the sight of Chrysalis and myself but let out a more shocking gasp when they spotted Sombra’s dead body.

Fleur was the only one who looked like she knew what had happened, due to her not being brainwashed or whatever it was.

Celestia approached us both slowly. “What… happened? Dale… did you?... You saved Equestria again… you’re a hero” she gasped. I sighed then looked to Chrysalis who was already leaving.

“Chrysie over there is the hero. She saved the day. If it wasn’t for her then this wouldn’t have ended as nicely” I told them. Celestia turned to Chrysalis who had now stopped and was looking back to me with a curious look though she had a small and faint smile on her face.

Fleur lept onto me while I wasn’t expecting it, coving my face with a fury of kisses. Celestia giggled. “So what happens now?” Fleur asked and I sighed.

“I still have one last loose end to tie up”