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// Chapter 2: Black Attraction 
// Story: The Spread of Darkness 
// by The Grimm Reaper 
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	Twilight gasped as the distorted figure, encased in a cloud of black smoke stood rigid before the ponies in the room. She could see Spike’s eyes glowing through the darkness and although it wasn’t possible to see, she could tell his body was shaking. His eyes wobbled behind the smoke as if he were having trouble moving.
“Spike…” she whispered. The concealed dragon shot those eyes towards her, freezing in place as the smoke swirled around him with a life of its own. Twilight was both horrified and intrigued by Spike’s transformation, but terror took over as he roared a powerful roar at her. She could see his mouth open, glowing the same hot whiteness as his eyes. What had he turned into? How did it happen? Twilight scuttled to her hooves as the dragon seemed unable to recognise her, advancing on her like a hungry dinosaur. Fortunately, he was slow. His body wasn’t completely regenerated yet, but that seemed like such a small handicap in comparison to the aura of rage that filled her lungs as he approached.
His presence was maddening. She felt as though she were running underwater, and her body was being drowned in thick air. She was forced to stop as the sensation ruined her mind. She felt the scaly hand of her love grab her shoulder. His claws dug into her, seeming to burn the flesh beneath the surface. She cried out as Spike threw her around to face him and forced her down. It took Twilight a matter of seconds to realise his intentions. She never planned for her first time to be under circumstances even remotely similar to this.
As the dark dragon descended upon her, the dark magic Twilight had herself been corrupted with seemed to resonate with him, and she found herself growing… enticed with the notion. Her entire life was based on the study of knowledge and logical thinking, but here and now, in front of her ex-foalsitter and two best friends, she found the primal part of herself that told her to pack in decency and logic and let this monster rut her like a sex god.
Her eyes turned red and green, the purple aura symbolising dark magic appeared around her eyes. She smiled at him, her voice distorted beyond recognition.
“Hurry up, Spike. We’re not getting any younger.” The command registered in the monster’s mind. His mouth opened slightly as a coughing bark or affirmation escaped his lips. Twilight felt something wriggling between her thighs, alive and strong, like a snake. She grinned at the prospects and the fantasies she was having regarding the performance of this entity. She could feel it drawing nearer to the place nopony else but Spike could dream of.
Alas, her sex would have to wait for another time as they were rudely interrupted by Applejack who had inpossibly found a frying pan from somewhere in the room and banged the dragon on the head, effectively knocking him out. Spike keeled over, pulling the darkness from Twilight’s eyes with him. Twilight jumped with a start and wriggled away from Spike, confused about the whole matter.
“What? What happened, what?” she asked, looking at the others, then Spike and finally the frying pan. “Where’d you get that?”
Applejack just twirled the frying pan around and chuckled. “Ah dunno. It was just there next ta where Ah landed. Mighty lucky though, right?” she offered Twilight her hoof, which she accepted gratefully.
“Twilight, are you alright?” Cadence asked, rushing over to check the unicorn up and down.
“Yes, I’m fine. He just got my shoulder, that’s all. Twilight looked over at the small incisions Spike’s claws had made on her body. Despite the memory of the pain they caused, she smiled. Why she smiled, she wasn’t able to tell. Perhaps the stress of the war was getting to her.
“Well what do we do about Sleepin’ beauty over here?” Applejack asked, knocking the dragon on the head again with the frying pan. Certain thoughts entered Twilight’s head which would have had her blushing were it not for the events that forced paleness to become an ever present feature.
“Help me lift him.” she said.

The high pitched growl resonated in Spike’s mind as he awoke. He remembered nothing after Cadence’s dream. The remaining image of the tombstones irritated him to no end. Even whilst his confusion overwhelmed his thoughts, that image burned at the back of his mind and made itself painfully aware of its source.
He opened his eyes to find himself in a dark room with absolutely no source of light. At first, he believed he had gone blind, but the light from a few flames escaping his mouth dispelled the idea as quickly as it had appeared. His body was stiff, no doubt a side effect of the regeneration. Pride swelled up in him once again. She’d done it.
The young dragon sat up and his hands rested on something wet and sticky. It caught his attention. Somehow, the room lit up and he saw what he’d touched. It was blood. The distinct smell of rotting flesh filled his nostrils and he looked around. He gasped, going wide-eyed as he saw Twilight, or what remained of her. Her hooves were gone, her tail torn to shreds. Entrails were sprawled around her, some of which had been half eaten. Her horn was snapped in half and her eyes were missing.
“No!” he exclaimed as he scuttled across the stone floor to her side. He hesitated to touch her. Her body was reduced to just over half. His hands trembled as they got closer to her. One of her ears had been bitten off and claw marks were on the side of her face he hadn’t seen before. As he managed to touch her face, he traced his claws along the scars. They fit his hand perfectly. He exhaled with a whine and began to hyperventilate. His body became spasmodic as he tried to wipe off the blood that was all over him. He could see similar bodies in worse or similar states to Twilight’s surrounding him. It became clear to him that he’d murdered his friends.
Spike took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his voice. The yell turned into a pained roar as he collapsed beside his mare.

Spike then found himself floating in darkness, the smell of blood and decay present in the air. He tried to look around, but he couldn’t feel his head turning. He tried moving, but he couldn’t feel that either. He was totally devoid of his senses. Is this death? He thought to himself. A hiss sounded through the silence, almost deafening the poor dragon. He searched for any source of light, but his sight was still barred.
“Who’s there?” he called, hearing his own voice, feeling it vibrating through his throat. He tried moving his body, he could feel again. He saw a large white orb appear, like an eye opening. He heard nothing, but somehow he could tell what it was trying to say. It was hungry.
“What do you want?” Spike demanded, trying to float away from the eye. A thought entered his mind, a thought that wasn’t his own. That was how he knew what it was and now he knew what it wanted; food. It seemed like a simple entity, but something about it felt dangerous. Spike was shaking as he looked into the white orb of an eye.
“What is this place?” Spike heard its thoughts again. This was his mind; rather dull to say the least.
“Do you have a name?” he asked again. The thought ‘names are useless’ entered his mind and he knew it had answered. Words weren’t really what he was experiencing with this thing, but emotions, urges. He could feel this thing’s hunger, he could feel the pointlessness of having a name. He asked what was going on, afterwards, he realised it didn’t matter, he just wanted to consume… everything. The eye divided into two and reformed into a pair of orbs, then a mouth began to stretch. Spike suddenly got the feeling like he was no bigger than an animal cracker to this thing, whatever it was. He tried his best to fly, swim and kick away in the space, but the gigantic face just closed in and snapped its mouth shut over him.

“Spike awoke with a start, sitting up. Twilight was sprawled on a bed on top of him, the covers between them. She awoke from his sudden rise and looked at him with both worry and happiness.
“Spike!” she exclaimed, pulling the rustled dragon into a tight hug. She then proceeded to lock lips with his, calming him down a great deal. Spike felt a tongue forcing its way in past his teeth. He opened his mouth and gave it passage, where he swapped saliva with the mare he’d devoted his life to love and protect.
There was a familiar feeling in the bedroom as the air grew thick with their combined tension. Twilight was a virgin, but dying to give that away to him, and he hadn’t had sex in months, not since that night with Rainbow Dash, the self-proclaimed Byke of Cloudsdale. Those memories, combined with their joint desire to mate threw Spike over the edge. A single thought entered his mind: Spike gotta have it!
He tore the covers that separated himself from her to the side and rolled around, throwing her beneath him. Twilight gasped in such a cute way, it drove Spike to near insanity. He could feel that neither he, nor Twilight wanted to deal with the foreplay. She’d wrapped her hind legs around his waist and her fore-hooves were spread out to the side. Spike was prepared to break his life-long best friend, the elder sister figure that he looked up to during his infancy. But she was no longer that to him, she was an unspoiled treasurer ready to be plundered.

(Clop Scene)

“We’re back!” Scootaloo called out as she entered the main hall where the others were resting and silently chatting to each other. Rainbow Dash and Gilda both walked in behind her, both beaten and scratched from their activities. Rarity gasped at the sight of her friends.
“Heavens, darling. What did you do to each other?” she cried, trotting over to Rainbow Dash with Fluttershy in tow. The pale yellow Pegasus began working on giving first aid to Gilda.
“We trained, Rarity. This is the result. We’re not going to win this war unless we enter the fray as well. The Elements of Harmony will be a great help in the long run. Not to mention the diehard dragon with steel scales.” Dash said as she looked down to Scootaloo. “Scoots’ training is going pretty well. I don’t expect her to actually fight, but she can defend herself for a time. Her main goal is to escape, right Scoots?”
Scootaloo sighed and nodded. “Yes, Dash.” she moaned, wishing she could actually fight alongside her hero.
“And I take it that’s where Gilda came in regarding the training?” Rarity asked, looking the gryphon up and down.
Gilda lightly pounded her chest. “That’s right. I got a reputation to uphold. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt my friends while I’m around, especially Dash here.”
The blue Pegasus bumped Gilda with her elbow and ruffled her feathers with her muzzle as she nuzzled the gryphon in appreciation.
“Didn’t you get your butt kicked by them last time?” Pinkie interrupted, appearing behind Rarity who jumped in surprise. Gilda restrained a growl at the comment.
“Those birdbrains snuck up on me last time. Next time won’t be so favourable for them. They’re just as strong as any other gryphon, they just have that resistance to magic going for them.” Gilda scratched the old stone floor, digging up some of the loose gravel.
“Okey-dokel-lokey!” Pinkie said, bouncing away from the small group. Scootaloo joined her friends and began to scruffle with them while Fluttershy finished off bandaging Gilda and moved on to Rainbow Dash.
While all that happened, Twilight emerged from Spike’s room with a very giddy look planted on her features. Rarity caught her friend’s look and smiled with knowing glee.