The second group of griffons had a much shorter yet more dangerous flight ahead of them. Their destination was the closest city to the griffon kingdom, but it also was quite famous for being the home to many of the military branch known as the Wonderbolts. Due to this reason the griffons didn’t rush to the city of Cloudsdale; instead they flew low and slow, making camp shortly after leaving griffon territory and waiting until the sun set. Under cover of darkness, they broke camp and silently glided towards the cloud city.

Because they didn’t have to worry about fighting any unicorns, the griffons all wore sleek black clothes and capes, made from a thick hide. The outfits not only provided ample armor against any bladed weapons, but it also helped camouflage the griffons so long as they kept to the shadows. Though there were patrols around the city by the Wonderbolts, it was more than easy enough to slip past the meager two patrolling pairs of pegasi that were in place. The trio landed in the shadow of the nearest building once they entered the city, the leader looking around to try to get his bearings.

“Okay, the weather-making factory shouldn’t be too far. Let’s get in there and out as soon as we can.” he said, glancing around to make sure no pony was still out this late at night. Seeing that they were alone, he led the way deeper into Cloudsdale. The dashed from building to building, carefully keeping to the dark shadows and alleys whenever possible. Finally they saw the weather factory ahead of them, a few hundred feet of open space separating them from their goal.

“Okay, this is it. One more bit and we’re there.” the lead griffon said. He bolted from his cover and dashed to his target, but he forgot to take in his surroundings, and about halfway to his target a gray blur suddenly crashed into his side. Caught completely off guard, he went tumbling to the ground, entangled with whatever just hit him. Slightly dazed, he tried to get up, but something was on top of him.

“Oopsie. I’m so sorry!” a foreign voice said. Standing up, a gray pegasus with odd eyes came into view. “Oh no, where’d the package go? Never mind, I found it. Again, I’m sorry! Gotta go!”

Before the griffon could say anything or move to silence the witness, the gray pony picked up a small, slightly dented parcel and flew off somewhere else. Apparently she didn’t find it odd at all that a griffon clad in all black was sneaking around the city, and surely news of war must have reached this city. Shrugging, the griffon continued his crossing to the weather station, the two others following once they saw him make it.

“What the bloody talon happened? Do we abort the mission?” one asked.

“Some stupid pony ran into me. We can’t afford any witnesses, but that one seemed a bit… off. I don’t think she’ll raise the alarm, she didn’t seem concerned that I was sneaking around at all. Still, let’s hurry up and get this over with. I don’t want to be wrong.” he said. Using his talon, he easily picked the lock to the factory, the door swinging open without a sound.

The trio entered the factory, carefully making their way to the control center for the entire factory. The factory remained quiet, the only noise being a soft humming noise from a few of the many cloud machines popping out small, fluffy white clouds. Looking over the controls, the griffons bickered in whispers about what each dial, lever, and button must do. The leader finally shoved the other two away, pulling a large book from under the control panel. Seeing that it was the manual for the control center, he quickly turned to the chapter he was looking for; “Thunderstorms”.

Using the correct combination of buttons, levers, and dials, the machines finally shuddered, the noise increasing as the white clouds were replaced with dark gray ones. Bolts of lightning erupted from the clouds, lighting up the sky briefly each time. No rain fell, though, the clouds being filled only with the deadly bolts of electricity. The three griffons looked on as the clouds rose to the sky, eventually overtaking the meager white clouds and darkened the already black night sky. The lead griffon nodded in satisfaction and motioned for his two subordinates to follow his lead. They began to tear at the panels and wires, making sure to leave not a single piece of equipment operable. Sparks flew as their razor sharp talons cut wires and metal like a hot knife through butter, and in no time the weather control room was rendered absolutely useless. Just as they were about to turn and leave, the control room door opened.

“What’s going on? There’s no thunderstorm scheduled for at least a week… oh.”

The three griffons stared at the intruder, a pink-mane pegasus wearing a lab coat with the weather station logo embroidered on it. She let out a small cry of shock before she turned and ran in the other direction.

“Get her!” the lead griffon shouted needlessly. All three rushed after her, their powerful wings boosting them as they gave chase. They easily caught her, all three griffons reaching her at almost the same time and pinning her to the floor. She struggled as they dragged her back to the wrecked control room, locking the door behind them so she couldn’t escape.

Standing in front of her, the lead griffon stared down at the intruder. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“My n-name is Northern L-Lights. I work here.” she answered. “W-w-we were behind schedule m-making the clouds for this week, so I h-had to stay behind and shut off the ma-machines once we had enough.”

“Well, looks like we did your job for you.” he replied. “Answer me truthfully, is there any other way to stop the weather machines besides this control room?”

“J-ju-just manually. B-but that would take weeks!” the frightened pegasus said honestly.

The griffon nodded in satisfaction. “Very well. Now, what should we do with you?”

“Please, you c-can let me go! I swear I won’t tell anypony you were here! I’ll do anything! Please, just don’t hurt me.” she pleaded.

An evil smirk crossed the griffon’s face. “Anything, huh? How about this; me and my two friends here have had a long flight here and we have to fly all the way back. If you want to live, you give us your body for the next half hour. If you make all three of us cum, we’ll let you go. If you fail, we will kill you.”

Northern Lights’ eyes went wide in fear. “I-I can’t do that! Anything but that.”

“That’s your only choice, I’m afraid.” he replied coldly.

The pegasus hung her head as a tear fell from her eye but she nodded in agreement, having no other choice. “Okay… okay, I’ll do it. But how am I supposed to do all three of you in thirty minutes?”

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll help with that.” he replied. Lying on his back and exposing his rising cock, the griffon motioned for Northern Lights to mount him.

She choked back a sob as she submitted, climbing on top of him and positioned her crotch over his member. She looked down at his erection and knew there was no way it would go in painlessly, especially since there was no foreplay to help her get wet. She tried to stall by rubbing his cock with her hooves, but the griffon shook his head. “There’s no time for that.” he said, grabbing her hips and shoving her body down hard.

Northern Lights’ eyes grew wide in pain and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt her body being split open. The griffon, however, smiled as her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing him and sending wave after wave of pleasure up his body. She fell onto the griffon’s chest, gasping for air as she sought any relief she could. None came to her; instead she felt a second cock poking at her now exposed ass.

“W-w-what a-are you… n-no, you can’t!” she softly said.

The griffon below her pulled her head so she was looking at him and not what was going on behind her. “Hmph, and here we were trying to help you. You’ll never get all three of us to cum unless we do it all at once.”

Northern Lights went silent, knowing that what he said was true. The griffon was relieved that she shut up and stopped arguing; the thirty minute limit was more likely to save him and his men than her. They had about that much time left before the sun rose and they needed to slip back out of the city under the cover of night. His squad was also the only one assigned a mission that didn’t give them any chance to ‘enjoy’ any prisoners they may take, so this surprise was the only chance they would have to entertain themselves with a pony.

The second griffon resumed his advances, trying to shove his cock into her puckered asshole. The helpless pegasus grunted and cried in pain as his member began to slip into her rear end, both of her holes now being stretched painfully wide open. He didn’t stop until his cock was embedded all the way in her bowels, his face beaming with pleasure while hers was wracked in pain. The two griffons began to thrust in and out of her body with vigor, causing Northern Lights to begin screaming in pain.

“Shut her up!” the griffon on the bottom commanded.

The last griffon sighed, disappointed that he was stuck with her last orifice but obeyed the command. He grabbed the pony’s head and lowered it to the level of his crotch, shoving his erection into her open mouth. Her cries and screams instantly became muffled whimpers as she had her mouth filled with his meat. Like the other two, he shoved the entire length of his cock into her, causing her to begin choking and gagging as she fought for air. As she struggled her body muscles tensed up, the other two griffons groaning as her ass and pussy squeezed their cocks even tighter. Only when she was on the verge of passing out did the griffon penetrating her mouth finally back off. He withdrew his cock completely, causing Northern Lights to cough as she finally was able to suck in much needed oxygen. She was only given a few seconds to recover before he shoved his cock back into her mouth and tried to match the thrusts of the other two.

Northern Lights silently cried as she was violated in each of her holes. Her pussy was just beginning to respond to the griffon cock banging against her cervix and a slight wet squelch could barely be heard. Her ass still remained completely raw, the only lubrication back there being a shot of saliva the griffon had spit there as he fucked her ass. The griffon cock in her mouth tasted absolutely revolting, the depths it reached in her throat the only thing that kept her from wondering when the last time this griffon took a bath was. Luckily for her, the griffon in her mouth was still somewhat dissatisfied.

“Hey, come on, let’s switch. No fair you both get her tight holes.” he protested.

“Fine by me, her ass is too dry anyway.” the one behind her said, withdrawing his member from her ass.

“Do what you want, her pussy is mine.” the last griffon said. The other two shrugged, happy that they got to switch orifices. Trading places, the new griffon at her ass easily slipped his cock into her, his dick well lubricated by her saliva. He groaned as he began to thrust in rhythm with his leader, happy with the switch.

The other griffon positioned his cock in front of Northern Lights’ face, waiting for her to start sucking him. The stench on his cock reached her nose and caused her to stare horrified at him.

‘That… that was just in my ass! I can’t… there’s no way I can put that in my mouth!’ she thought. The griffon began to become impatient, their time ticking away. He pushed his cock against her tightly closed lips, and she kept her mouth shut and shook her head in defiance.

“Hey, this slut won’t open up for me!” he whined. Not wanting to leave their teammate unattended, both griffons still fucking her reached for her body with a free claw. The one under the pegasus grasped for her exposed nipples, pinching one with his talon and pulling hard. The other griffon sunk his talon into her cutie mark. The dual attack caused poor Northern Lights to scream in agony as a new pain surged through her body, her open mouth providing the chance the griffon needed. He shoved his cock into her mouth, the smell and taste causing her to gag again and again. There was no way for her to vomit though, the cock in her throat already taking up every last inch of space and thus leaving no room for anything to pass. She tried to keep her tongue from touching his dick, but it proved to be an impossible feat. With little other choice, she began to lick the underside of his cock in an attempt to get rid of the taste of her own ass, hoping that the traces of her rear hole would go away and at least stop her from gagging. He felt her tongue on his cock, smiling from the stimulation. “Ha! Looks like she likes the taste of her own shit!” he gleefully commented.

The other two griffons lightly laughed, too preoccupied with their own pleasure to pay much attention. Northern Lights’ tight holes were causing them to reach the point of no return, their thrusts becoming more feverish and desperate. Both griffon’s groaned and took long, deep strokes as they reached their orgasm.

Northern Lights could only let out a muffled moan as her pussy and ass began to be filled with griffon seed. The vibrations from her throat were felt by the griffon whose cock was in her mouth, and he too let out an audible groan of pleasure. The two cumming griffons shot spurt after spurt into her body, all their pent up sexual frustration finally being released. As they finally finished the third griffon finally came also, emptying his load down Northern Lights’ throat and into her belly. The pegasus was thankful that most of the cum went straight to her belly, bypassing her mouth and thus she didn’t have to taste it as he came. She only got a hint of his taste as the griffon finally withdrew his cock, the salty taste causing her to recoil in disgust.

All three griffons seemed satisfied, all three cocks beginning to deflate. Northern Lights looked up hopefully at them. “I did what you asked. Please, I can go now, right?” she asked.

“Well, you were quite a good lay, but I’m afraid you just missed the 30 minute marker.” the griffon said bluntly. “Besides, we can’t afford any witnesses, so either way we have to kill you.”

Northern Lights let a sob escape her lips as she ran away from the trio. The griffons blocked the only exit, though, and the scared pegasus banged on the far wall of the destroyed room, hoping that somepony would hear her cries of help.

“Please, somepony help me! Oh Celestia, they’re going to kill me! Please…”

Spitfire paced back and forth in her office, ignoring the other pegasus in her office like Rarity would ignore a lump of mud. “Spits, come on, it won’t work. There’s no way we could just up and attack the griffon castle like that.” Soarin pleaded, his words once again falling on deaf ears. Scattered around Spitfire’s office were dozens of maps of northern Equestria and the griffon kingdom, each with a giant red arrow leading straight to the griffon capital.

Spitfire glared at her teammate with hate filled eyes. “No, for the last time no! This is our only option, this is the only way we can end this! We have to muster every Wonderbolt we have and attack them as soon as we can and kill that scum leading those foal-bucking monsters!”

Soarin flinched as Spitfire yelled at him. The Wonderbolts captain had returned to Clousdale a few days ago from some mission that Princess Luna had summoned her for. She had seemed extremely eager to go, mentioning something about their newest member, Rainbow Dash. But ever since Spitfire returned, the normally calm pegasus had become an enraged, revenge-seeking psycho, her only thoughts being how to kill the new leader of the griffons. She refused to speak of what had happened to cause so much anger and hatred, the only time she let up being when Soarin had mentioned the other pegasus Spitfire had gone with. For a moment a look of calm came over her eyes, almost as if she was in love, but it soon disappeared and was replaced by her vengeful spirit.

“Spitfire, I told you, we just don’t have the ponies to pull off a suicidal attack like that.” Soarin said once again for the who-knows-how-many time.

“Then get the new recruits to come! Call back every single retired Wonderbolt back into service! Buck it, tie balloons to every non-pegasus pony! I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen! Just MAKE. IT. HAPPEN!”

Seeing that there was no convincing her, Soarin turned and left the room. He thought that maybe he could try again tomorrow to convince her to change her mind after she had a good night’s sleep, but like every other night she probably would continue to think of nothing but revenge.

Only a few minutes passed since Soarin left when a knock at Spitfire’s door caught her attention. Knowing that only civilians knocked at her door, Spitfire took a deep breath and tried to maintain a calm, collected manner as to not scare her visitor. “Come in.” she said somewhat calmly.

A loud bang rattled the door, followed by a soft ‘oopsie’ before the door finally opened the correct way. “Hi Spitfire, package delivery for you!” Derpy announced, smiling innocently as she dropped the box onto Spitfire’s desk.

“Derpy, it’s almost sunrise! Just how late is this package?” Spitfire asked, amazed that the clutzy pegasus took even this long to deliver one package.

“I’m sorry! I was going to deliver it yesterday afternoon, but I got distracted by a muffin sale over at Sugarcube corner. Then I got lost a little, well, a lot. Oh, and I’m sorry about the dent in the box! I didn’t mean to, it got bumped when I ran into that griffon when I finally got here. But it’s here now! I think it should be okay…”

Spitfire’s ears shot up when she heard that one word. “Derpy, what did you say you ran into?” she asked, clenching her teeth.

“I didn’t run, I was flying. Oh, but yeah, there was this griffon wearing all black that I bumped in to. I didn’t mean to, really! I was rushing to get your package here and he came out of nowhere…”

“Derpy, where did you hit him?” Spitfire asked frantically.

“I dunno… I think I hit the side of his chest. Or maybe his stomach.”

Spitfire smacked her hoof into her own face. “No, Derpy, where in Cloudsdale did you run into him?”

“Ohh, okay. Um, I think it was in front of the weather factory.” Derpy said slowly. Before Derpy could say anything else, Spitfire raced out of the office and out into the city, headed to the weather factory as fast as her wings would carry her. A bewildered Derpy stood dazed by the fast exit, calling out needlessly after Spitfire;

“You forgot your package!”

Spitfire reached the weather station in record time, possibly even faster than Rainbow Dash could have. The weather factory loomed in front of her, and everything seemed alright… except for the dark gray clouds being churned out by the building and covering the skies. The mass of clouds covered the entire city of Cloudsdale, a loose bolt of lightning breaking free every now and then but no rain fell. This sent up red flags in Spitfire’s head, as nopony would ever be stupid enough to summon a deadly lightning storm, especially over a city with only pegasi.

Spitfire walked cautiously up to the door, surprised that the main door was unlocked and swung open with little effort. She noticed deep gashes by the door’s lock, and she knew that there was no way any pony could be capable of such damage. Spitfire’s hooves echoed as she walked into the factory lobby, the eerie silence broken only by the drone of the weather machines in the back. Though it was still too early for any ponies to be here working, something still made Spitfire think that the building ws too quiet.

“Hello? Anypony here?” she called out. She walked to the main desk and looked at the daily sign in sheet from the day before. Everypony had signed in and back out except for one, a small note next to the name Northern Lights showing that she would leave once the quota of clouds had been met. “Hello, Northern Lights? Are you still here?” Spitfire called out again. Once again she was greeted by only silence, causing her mind to race.

‘Oh buck, where the Tartarus is she? Calm down, Spitfire, she’s probably fine. She probably fell asleep in the main control room. Yeah, that must be it.’ she thought. She trotted over to the doors leading to the control room, and as she opened the doors a torrent of curses came out of her mouth as her worst fears were proven to be true.

Sparks flew from the broken machinery all around the room, not a single one left undamaged. All the emergency stop buttons around the room had been ripped apart, the only way to now stop the dark clouds being to call in the engineers to begin the long, strenuous task of manually shutting off the machines.

The broken weather machines paled in comparison to what lay in the middle of the room, though. Tears of rage gathered in Spit’s eyes as she saw the lifeless body of the pegasus with the pink mane. She took a few steps towards the corpse, completely shocked that so much blood was on the floor around it. The murderer was not kind to poor Northern Lights, as her face was frozen in a twisted painful and fearful look, her mouth agape, a scream of horror most likely the last noise to ever come from her lips. Her throat had been slashed twice as twin lacerations going around half of her neck and most likely severed her arteries. More cuts could be seen all over her torso, almost as if some savage beast had been playing with it like a toy. Looking even lower, a broken lever had been rammed up Northern Light’s ass with the handle just barely peeking out from her rear end, blood and some other white fluid dripping out from around the machine part. Another lever had been shoved into her pussy, and while it stuck out considerably more than the other one, Spitfire still shivered as the long rod seemed to go farther into the dead mare than it should be possible to.

Spitfire clenched her eyes shut as more tears fell down her face. She gently placed a hoof on the bloody chest of the mare, whispering softly in hopes that she may still hear her. “Northern Lights… I’m so sorry. I should have gotten here sooner. I swear I’ll kill the monster who did this to you. I won’t rest until they all pay with their lives. I promise. I promise.”

As Spitfire drew her hoof back she realized just how warm the body still was. Whipping her head around, she looked back out to the lobby, her mind finally clicking that whoever did this may still be in the factory. She raced out of the control room and ran deeper into the factory, weaving in and out of the many machines churning out the deadly clouds. She soon entered the rainbow pool room, the normally brightly colored pools of liquid rainbows seeming bleaker somehow. Spitfire didn’t seem to care, though, as her attention was locked onto three dark figures on the far side of the factory, trying to unlock a rear exit door.

“Stop! Don’t move!” Spitfire yelled, taking off and flying straight for the dark figures.

The three figures looked back at her and revealed their faces. As soon as Spitfire saw that the three were indeed griffons, she felt all her accumulated anger finally explode and could think of nothing but revenge. The griffons worked faster on the door, not knowing if they were only up against one pony or the entire Wonderbolts team. They managed to break the door open at the last second, two of the griffons escaping before Spitfire could reach them.

Just as the third griffon was about to get through the door he felt his tail being pulled, and with a yelp he was dragged back into the factory. Turning around, he saw that the fiery pegasus from the arena holding him by his tail, but she was alone. He twisted his body over and lashed out at her face, missing as she let go of him and quickly jumped back a few paces.

“So, you wolf whorse, you didn’t have enough, huh? Looks like I’ll just have to teach you your place again.” he said, confident he could beat a lone pegasus.

Spitfire didn’t reply, instead letting actions speak for her. She spread her wings and flew at the griffon, tackling him to the ground and biting down on his neck. Though her powerful jaws hit their mark, her flat teeth and his thick feathers stopped her from doing any major damage, and the griffon easily tossed her smaller body aside to the floor. She sprung back up, instantly flying back in for another attack, this time twisting herself around and kicked out with her powerful hind legs. Her hooves connected with the griffon’s head, and he toppled to the ground as his ears began to ring from the impact. As he unsteadily regained his balance, Spitfire had reared back again and threw out yet another powerful kick, this time catching the griffon in the chest. A sickening crack could be heard as a few ribs broke under the powerful attack, and the griffon staggered back, gasping for breath as he tried to refill his collapsed lungs with air.

“Agh! *Gasp* W-wait…” he stammered, not expecting such a fierce attack from her. She gave no quarter, flying once again at the griffon and delivered a headbutt right back into the broken ribs. A sharp pain ripped through the griffon’s chest and he realized that one of the ribs must have punctured an organ. His eyes searched frantically for an exit, and upon seeing the still-open back door he tried to unsteadily fly to it. A whoosh behind him caught his attention, and once again he saw a yellow and orange blur coming for him. Using most of his remaining energy, he dodged her attack and lashed out with his claws, catching Spitfire as she missed him and tore at the side of her body. She screamed in pain as four talons ripped into her flesh, causing her to tumble to the ground in a bloody heap.

The griffon smirked, thinking he had delivered a fatal blow to the pegasus. He hobbled over to the door holding his painful chest, cursing that his two ‘teammates’ didn’t even come back to check on him. As he was about to set his first claw out the door, he found himself being forcefully pulled backwards again. He didn’t have time to look backwards as Spitfire pulled as hard as she could on the Griffon’s tail, flapping her wings desperately and dragged the griffon towards one of the rainbow pools. Unable to fight back due to his injuries, the griffon watched helplessly as the pool got closer and closer, and finally he found himself being sent over the edge and plunged into the colorful liquid. His head was submerged for a few moments but he finally managed to break the surface, gasping for breath as his claws flailed in the water, trying to keep him afloat.

Hovering above him, Spitfire watched as the griffon began to sink little by little. “H-help me! Please, help *cough* me!” the griffon cried as his waterlogged clothing began to drag him down faster. Spitfire slowly flew lower with her forelegs stretched out, but as she reached for the griffon she grasped his neck in a tight vice and shoved his head under the water. Bubbled erupted from the griffon’s beak as he struggled to resurface, but his poor swimming skills and Spitfire’s grip kept him under. Spitfire felt the struggling grow weaker and weaker until one last bubble broke the surface of the rainbow pool, then the water went still. Spitfire slowly released her grip, her eyes locked on the dark mass just under the surface, waiting for it to try to swim back up. No movement came from the drowned griffon, and Spitfire finally flew up a few feet, staring down at her hooves that had just killed a creature. Her hooves were coated in every color of the rainbow, but all she saw was red… red blood covering her hooves as she finally realized that, for the first time, she had just ended a creature’s life. She slowly fluttered down back to the ground, landing on the edge of the pool with the corpse in it, staring down at her hooves and the dark mass in the rainbow water below.

“Spitfire!” a familiar voice called out. She didn’t bother looking up to see who had called to her, and Soarin came racing into the room, followed closely by four more Wonderbolts.

“Spitfire! Thank Celestia you’re okay.” Soarin panted. “We have to get those cloud machines turned off, they’re stopping all of the pegasi from coming or leaving Cloudsdale. We’re stuck here until we get them shut off. We heard you screaming so we came here first. Quick, we have to get to the control room as so- oh my gosh, what happened to you?”

Soarin’s eyes went wide in shock as he finally noticed the gaping wound on Spitfire’s body. She didn’t seem to even notice that she was bleeding, instead her focus still on her hooves and the pool. “It won’t do any good.” she said softly. “They destroyed it all. They killed her. They want us stuck here.”

“What… what are you talking about?” Soarin asked, slowly approaching her. Two of the Wonderbolts dashed off back to the control room as the other two attended to their captain. Soarin couldn’t understand what Spitfire meant as she repeated her words, but his attention was soon pulled away as the first two Wonderbolts came rushing frantically back.

“Northern Lights! She’s dead! And somepony destroyed all the controls and equipment. It’s impossible to shut off the cloud machines!” one of them reported, visibly shaken from seeing the dead pegasus.

Soarin looked at Spitfire, now desperate to know what had happened. “Spits, who did all of this?” he asked.

Spitfire looked back at the pool, nodding to the dark figure below the surface. “They did. But I killed him. The other two got away, but I’ll kill them too. I’ll kill all of them.” She suddenly stood up, causing the two pegasi tending to her to jump back in surprise. Without another word, Spitfire walked out of the destroyed factory, ignoring the massive formation of clouds above her that were now throwing bolts of lightning everywhere continuously. She made her way back to her quarters, locking herself inside.

Soarin gulped, looking down at where Spitfire had gestured. With the help of the other Wonderbolts, he managed to bring the body of the drowned griffon back to the surface and finally back onto the factory floor. “By Tartarus…” he said, shaking his head. He had to walk away from the scene, breathing deeply to stop from throwing up. Managing to get back outside, he looked up at the violent sky, deep in thought. It wasn’t the fact that the griffons had managed to ground the entire city that scared him. It wasn’t the possibility of death that scared him. What scared him the most was what had happened to Spitfire… her yelling at him earlier that night was brutal, but it was what she did when she was frustrated. But seeing her so calm and so quiet after fighting for her life and killing… that’s what scared him the most.

“But seriously, how did you lose an entire train carriage?”

All Aboard shot his companion a dirty look. “For the last time, I don’t know how we lost it! Besides, you were the one who coupled all the cars together, not me. If anything it’s your fault.”

Steamer returned the look to his co-worker. “Well somepony should have noticed an entire car is missing BEFORE we got to the last stop.” he replied.

“Look,” All Aboard said, “the sooner we find this missing car the sooner we can finally stop pumping this accursed hand car and go home.”

He and Steamer had been pumping their hooves up and down for hours now, powering the small wooden hand car along mile upon mile of train track, searching for the missing VIP car. Sweat covered both ponies, Steamer being used to this kind of labor from shoveling tons of coal into the train on a daily basis. All Aboard, however, was used to calling out the names of each station and collecting tickets and despised this physical workout.

“Look, there it is!” All Aboard finally called out, pointing further up the train tracks. The lone train car sat stationary, and the two stallions were happy to finally have found it. “Jeez, it’s almost all the way back in Canterlot. We should have started the search there.”

Ignoring the less than helpful comment, Steamer walked up to the car, looking at the chains dangling from the front of the car. “Look, somepony broke the chain on purpose!” he said, holding up the link that had been broken.

“Doesn’t matter, let’s just make check it over and get back home and call the recovery team to come get it.” All Aboard said. He went to open the door to check over the interior, but as soon as he stepped inside he screamed and rushed backwards, falling onto the ground.

“What’s the matter, old timer? Someone get some dirt on the sea- oh dear Luna, what in Tartarus…” Steamer gasped.

Dragging his bloodied body towards the two ponies, Fancypants reached out to them with a blood-covered hoof. “Help… me…” he gasped, more blood dripping from his mouth as he spoke.

Author's Note

So, how many of you thought that Derpy was screwed? (literally...) No, I think she's the one pony that I cannot do that to.

Anyways, yeah... second chapter... more rapey goodness...