Sorry for the wait major writing block also I have moved out and live on my own so money is tight so please be patient and understand that the grammar might be bad but I don't have time to look it over so if you want to fix it be my guest. = ) enjoy
Nightmare Night was in full swing, the night was thick with festive cheer as fillies and even some colt's ran through the crowded streets. Ponies stood around idly chatting or playing games as the festive night started to kick off. I had come as Ezio a beloved character from the game series, 'Assassin Creed'. Rarity had been the fingers behind the beautiful costume and she had only asked for a small price in return. Suffice to say twenty minutes later, I left a very happy mare. Twilight bless her had gone as Star swirl the bearded a famous mare unicorn that disguised herself as a stallion
“Hello stwanger” a honeyed voice whispered from behind bringing a trace of a grin to my cracked lips as a pair of slender hands wrapped around my waist.
“Hello Berry Punch” I politely greeted the mare in question hiccuping cutely as she smiled, her face red as alcohol coursed through her body. The MILF (mare I’d like to fuck) was dressed as a vampire her smile revelling a pair of fake fangs as her daughter pinchy, had gone as an adorable mummy.
“Hey sweetie" I greeted as I gently picked up the small filly. Her squeals of joy were hushed by the rumble of ponies idly chatting or dancing as nightmare Night got fully under way. I had been slightly depressed of late my mood only worsening as the girls continued to pester me for pleasure as I had quickly blown my fuse calling them using whore’s before stomping off leaving Isaac and Molestia in tears as I tried to calm myself. Pinchy idly played with my face her inquisitive hands exploring my alien features as I sat with her on my knee.
“Daddy you are so fun” she giggled as I froze, Berry punch’s face whitening as the single sentence sobered her up. Turning I made eye contact with the single mare as she grimaced at the awkward situation. Berry punch was a flirt and liked a good drink but in no context was she a shit mother or an alcoholic. The question weighed heavily on both of us as we tried to figure out how to tell a four year old foal that I wasn’t her father. The little filly looked at me with eyes so large that I nearly keeled over as my heart skipped a beat. Sighing deeply I kept my mouth shut as pinchy started to play with her costume tugging and fidgeting with some of the bandages as her mother lightly scolded her.
My thoughts drifted back to the group and the recent argument. There angry and shocked glares still fresh in my mind as I tried to calm myself. I had been getting sick of being a living sex toy. I respected that mares went into heat and a higher sex drive. What they had to realise was that they were hurting me by only wishing to have sex. This had led to an argument between Moon and I which sadly had ended up including Molestia, Celestia, Luna, Eris and Chrysalis. It had gotten ugly very quickly and I had ended up manly storming off in a huff. Sadly unable to keep my mouth shut I had made a few snide comments about their weight not including the whore comments. My major regret was that tears were shed which had never been my intention. Poor Isaac had been terrified at the raised voices and I longed to hold him and apologise. Luckily Twilight had been able to get me out of there before something really bad happened. She had kept me distracted by helping with the preparation for Nightmare Night.
“Hi Lachlan” Lyra waved enthusiastically, squeezing herself next to me and Berry Punch. The smell of Blueberry quickly filtered into my sense as I inhaled deeply. The two mares spoke animatedly with each other as Pinchy tugged on my arm probing me to follow her. Holding the infants hand I smiled fondly as she excitedly explored the multiple haunted houses and vendors. Pinchy and Isaac had been introduced when I had gone to visit Pinkie the two foals had instantly become friends and had meant that I found myself seeing the three mares that had kidnapped me more often. Bon Bon, Lyra and Berry punch lived together with a mare called Colgate the four had been best friends since nursery. The four had even raised Pinchy together.
“Lachlan” A voice cried out my thoughts stricken as I turned to the source. Molestia stood in front of me gasping for breath as she guilty looked at me
“You have no idea how hard it was to find you” she panted as the heavily pregnant mare collapsed smiling gently as I instinctively offered her a hand.
“Are you okay” despite my annoyance my protective streak still rained strong as she nodded. Her dull white fur shimmered in the moon light as she flattened out her skirt. Unsurprisingly the sex pest had gone as a slutty maid and I couldn't help but quickly glimpse over her curves. Despite her nature she was very loyal and despite her wandering hands had never done anything particularly perverted. No the honor of being molested by the sexual deviant was reserved for me.
“I wanted to talk to you, about earlier. Look I know that we only seem to bug you when we want to rut but please don’t think that alone is the only reason we like you. You see when a mare is pregnant or has just had a foal we go through a stage where we our bodies seem to be in heat 24/7. This is actually a safe guard; it encourages a mare to seek out a stallion that can be used for protection and support. You see it’s not that our bodies wants to mate it’s that it wants to make us want to claim a stallion. Doing this increases the chance that our foals will survive. Unlike humans Lachlan we still possess strong bestial instincts to when we were more primitive and sadly we were at the bottom of the food chain. Stallions were for lack of a better term meat shields. Stallions apart from pleasing and impregnating us had no further purpose so were used to gather food and sacrifice themselves if a predator attacked” Molestia finished my face wide as I looked at her in horror.
The more I learned about pony kind the more I found myself enraged and scared. Males throughout history in this world have gone from meat shields to slaves to obedient husbands. This sexism was unfathomable and made me physically ill.
“Lachlan I know that many mares and sadly Celestia still view males in a negative light. Please know that Nightmare Moon, Fluttershy, Rainbow dash, Chrysalis, razor fang and I all love you. Believe me when I say that we are not only after you for your genes and lasting, though that’s a tasty bonus” she giggled nudging me slightly. She pecked my lips as I tried to hide a grin. Despite how angry I got at the mares, I still loved them dearly. Molestia gasped as her hand darted to her stomach.
“Sorry the little one just kicked” Molestia smiled as I gently placed a hand on her stomach. The gentle breathing of the mare was interrupted by a small thump. The foal inside was actually kicking; It was amazing to know that my child was inside, alive and safe. Molestia or Tia as I liked to call her rubbed her muzzle against the tip of my nose, chirping as I gently scratched her horn.
“DADDY HELP” a voice cried as my eyes narrowed, pinchy’s voice instantly recognizable. Tearing forward I smashed though the startled ponies as Tia tried to keep up with me. I tore out of town reaching the side of the ever free forest in mere moments as I saw the cause of pinchy’s distress. A manticore and a large one at that was slowly circling the terrified filly. I snarled stomping forward as I prepared to deal with the threat. My hand slammed into the beasts head causing it to grunt as I turned to the terrified filly
“RUN” I roared my baritone voice knocking sense into her as she bolted for the safety of town. The foal beast snarled in rage its easy meal ruined as it set its sights on me. Two sets of predatory eyes glared at each other daring the other to make a move as we circled. This fight would be over in a heartbeat if it caught me or was able to score a direct hit. The manticore snorted as it rushed forward. I ducked sliding between its muscular legs as its armoured tail batted me. Shaking my head I grabbed the point of the tail snapping the stinger in half as the beast howled in pain. Facing the enraged monster I sneered, holding the serrated stinger as a plan formed.
“I will give you one chance to leave” I growled knowing how it would end as I sighed. A blurred movement was the only warning I got as a searing pain crashed over my face. I dropped to my knee covering the left side of my face as a warm liquid poured down my face. Wiping the liquid away I gasped as my blood drenched hand came into focus. Grunting I climbed to my feet my left eye useless as blood half blinded me. My arm and chest was a mess of scars my breath shallow as the manticore panted blood pouring from several wounds on its chest and face. This was it the final blow would spell victory for either side.
Lunging time seemed to slow as I yelled my potential final cry.
A sick splat ran out as I stopped the manticore behind me. A painful silence rang out both parties frozen waiting as time caught up again. Small pricks of pain lanced my face as I finally felt the early stages of pain from the fight. Soon an agonizing wave of pain washed over me as I cried in anguish. The adrenaline still present in my blood allowed me to turn to face my adversary as I sighed at the sight.
The manticore fell to the ground its throat slashed open as I limped over to it feeling a sense of superiority I roughly placed my foot onto its chest. I looked at the dead animal with disgust rain pouring down my face helping to wash the blood. Behind me the booming oars of thunder set the atmosphere as lighting cracked above me. Sharp inhales of breath alerted me to the others as I looked up. There stood my family and friends their faces in different digress of disgust and horror as I smiled.
“Lachlan” Nightmare whispered slowly walking towards me horror evident on her face as I weekly stumbled towards her. I collapsed into her chest her soaked fur and costume soft as I whimpered my body in agony. Nightmare Moon wrapped her hands around me as I sighed in happiness. There concerned faces were the last thing my eyes experienced as small droplets of rain helped to cool my burning wounds. I allowed myself to fall into the comforting embrace of darkness, there muffled voices fading into nothingness.
General Pov
The group stood in shock their eyes unable to comprehend what they were seeing. There on top of a dead manticore stood Lachlan his eyes glowing a white in the lightning as his blood soaked body only increased the intimidation factor. Nopony could believe that a small and gentle creature like Lachlan was capable of such a feat. The left side of his face wore horrific looking scars and his body fared no better.
“Lachlan” nightmare Moon whispered walking towards her mate as the other watched in batted breath. Exhaustion seemed to take hold of the human as he collapsed, panting as Nightmare Moon held him. Gently picking him up Moon turned to look at the others each holding a look of concern as Zecora stepped forward.
“Quickly to my hut, before his string are cut” she shouted as the others nodded following the zebra. The trip was short and quite the small hut struggling to hold the fifteen or so ponies.
“What the hay was that” Lyra asked looking Lachlan’s prone form.
“I don’t know” Celestia answered her eyes darting from the distressed ponies to the human as she tried to retain calm.
“I think it is pretty obvious what we saw, Lachlan killed a fully grown manticore” Rarity spoke up her voice hoarse as she gulped.
“How? a mare couldn't do that and he is far smaller and weaker than a mare” Chrysalis piped up gaining a nod from Moon and Luna as the others remained silent.
“Everypony we keep forgetting something vital” Rainbow Dash spoke up all eyes falling to her as she blushed slightly
“He is at the end of the day a predator and he has shown signs of extreme strength when threatened or one he loves is threatened. My guess is that when Pinchy cried out for help it triggered a parental response in him” Dash finished the looks of horror thrown at her making her growl.
“Hey just because I’m not an egghead doesn't mean I don’t know some stuff, hay one of my friends was a predator Gilda, remember” she snapped as apologetic glances were sent her way. Fluttershy continued to stroke Lachlan’s head as Zecora applied a green sludge like potion to his wounds mixing with dried and fresh blood as he stirred slightly.
“The scars on his face, gone they won't be without a trace” she sighed sadly as we got to look at the true damage. Three grizzly scars had been gorged onto the left side of his face leaving a mark from the top of his left eyebrow down past his lip. The blood had started to thin now that the potion was doing its purpose. If they had taken him to a hospital chances were he would have died due to the doctors and nurses having little experience with healing manticore wounds. Manticore claws like the tail contained deadly particles and germs that could easily kill a fully grown mare never mind a foal sized male. Moon looked at him sadly whilst Molestia held a squirming Isaac. The foal knew that something was up and this was upsetting him as he whimpered. Pinchy burred her head in her mother’s lap tears leaking down her muzzle as Berry gently stroked the filly’s hair.
Hours passed and the group filled out one by one leaving only Zecora as she continued to see to the injured human. Zecora hummed softly as she cleaned up her comfortable hut moving the countless vials and jars to their correct place as she occasionally checked on Lachlan. Out of all the ponies in ponyville, none came close to being as close to her as Lachlan was he was one of the few that came and greeted her and stood up for her when others wouldn't. The pitiful whimpers were all that broke the silence the frail human twisting as pain lanced his small frame. The scars that now adorned his face were a grim reminder to what could have happened. The foal in front of her despite his young age had wooed countless mares and even had a son and more on the way. He despite his smaller size and lesser rights had gained the respect of both the princess as well as their alter egos. But as she watched the human she couldn’t help but blush as she observed his frame. Whilst lacking the large bulbous muscles that many species males possessed, his were more refined made for speed not strength. But even that was not the case as his strength had shown he was more than powerful enough to kill a manticore.
He was a strange one but that just made him all the more fascinating.
Lachlan’s pov
“MY FACE” I cried as I felt tears sting my eyes. I frantically looked back and forth hoping that it didn’t look as bad as I thought. The left side of my face was a mess three disgusting scars now poisoned my flawless face as I felt like sobbing.
“Be calm you fool, I’ll be damned if you look a tool” Zecora shouted chasing me back and forth as I panicky tried to get away from her
“Oh no you stay the hell away from me look at my face” I cried as she swiped at me. Ducking, I gently kicked her in the thigh causing her to grunt in annoyance as she grabbed me. Her fingers painfully clasped my ear as I grumbled in defeat. I had been out for a week and had only awoken last night. Zecora had given me a bed for the night and had kept me at her home for most of the day. She wanted to make sure that the toxins if any in my system, were completely flushed out. I had only asked for a mirror when Zecora had squinted at my face. To say that i was horrified was a understatement.
Luckily the pain was far less noticeable than it could have been mostly on Zecora's part. The zebra had away with herbs that would leave most alchemist's shocked and green with envy. Sitting me down Zecora chuckled as I pouted acting like a child as she passed me a cup of tea. The burning liquid scolded my tongue as I yelped frantically fanning my mouth, as more laughter was had at my expense. After cautiously blowing on the tea I listened as the zebra filled me in on what happened. I was surprised that I had actually killed the damn thing the night a blur as my nightmare Night costume lay in tattered rags. As it turned out being dressed as the main character from assassin’s Creed, did in fact not give you the skill of an assassin. As always Zecora insisted on wearing her tribal bikini and thong appeal. The clothing made of leaves and other natural elements as It allowed a beautiful view of her rear and breasts.
I had nearly passed out when she had bent down to retrieve a fallen spoon and had allowed me to glimpse her mare hood. The dark grey lips making me drool as my arousal built. Zecora had an impressive rear that was unmatched furthering my theory that zebra were the blacks of my world. Turning the Zecora froze as she realised what I was looking at her checks turning a light pink as I hastily looked away. ‘Damn it’ I muttered gritting my teeth as Zecora approached. A soft hand gently squeezed my chin forcing me to look in her direction as I gulped.
“You possess a lot of sass, did you enjoy watching my ass” she smirked as I shyly nodded my eyes darting towards the door. I wished to avoid potentially ruining a friendship and did not want something as simple as sex to ruin that. Sadly Zecora seemed to know what I was thinking as she strutted towards the door. A sharp click sounded as she locked my only escape route. Zecora was quick to reach my side her hands quickly investigating my body as she encouraged me to mimic. Nervously I allowed my trembling hands to reach out clasping one of her breasts as Zecora gasped. Slowly we helped each other remove the burden of clothing the heat building up between us was immense as I successfully striped the zebra bare. Her breasts like her body had unique striped pattern that covered all but her pink teats.
Straddling me Zecora nervously moved forward her muzzle a cherry red as her soft lips touched mine. The moist touch of her tongue encouraged me to unseal my lips allowing the curious equine access as she inquisitively explored my dry mouth. Her hair usually kept in a neat Mohawk was now a scattered mess. Slowly my shaft reached the outer lips of her wall as I waited for her permission. Zecora squeezed my arm softly an indicated that I can proceed. Lining myself up properly I lightly thrust forward. Zecora squeaked her walls constricting as waves of pleasure shot though my body in bolts. Her breasts bounce in rhythm with our movement her squeaks of pleasure adorable as I firmly grasped her rear. Like I had guessed her rump was well toned but still retained a good amount of fat giving it a firm yet spongy feel. Zecora luckily seemed to calm down so the awkward fumbling was not an issue as she guided me to where she wanted me to please her.
Her aggressive hip thrusts send bolts of desire racing up my spine as my hand delicately stroked her shimmering hair. Words escaped me as our bodies moved in synch both after the same goal as we made an assortment of noises displaying our enjoyment. The strong smell of herbs and oils and smoke acted like a drug allowing me to lose control. The thrill of sex was only heightened by the burning herbs as I thrust with a new vigour. Her moist walls blanketed my member in a wave of gratification as my fingers pinched her hardened nipples.
The way her fur rubbed against my bare skin sent Goosebumps up the middle of my spine as the cold air of autumn lashed out at the parts of my body not drenched in sweat or fur. My stamina had severely built up and saw to that Zecora had multiple orgasms before I reached mine. Like many of the ponies of Equestria Zecora didn’t mind doing anal which was a relief as it reduced the chances of pregnancy, not counting Prince Blue blood. Her rump slammed against my body as I tore into her the feeling immense as I felt beads of sweat role down my chest. Luckily I was not denied to long as I felt my member build up pressure. I shuddered as I released my load the satisfaction relieving as I collapsed backwards.
“Zecora I came to help” Apple Blooms high pitched voice filled us with dread as we desperately looked for our clothes.
“Do not enter little bloom, for the moment there is little room” Zecora lied hoping to make the filly hesitant as I leapt into my trousers.
“I’m real small I’m sure I won’t get in the way” she replied, the door starting to creak as the handle slowly twisted. Doing what I did best I leapt though Zecora’s window grunting as I realised that despite the sex I had still only been conscious for a few hours. My face still stung like a bitch as I made my way stealthily along the pathway. Of course by stealthy, I meant hitting every branch and tripping over every piece of shrubbery in the damn forest. Grunting I stiffed my upper lip and just dealt with the annoyances of the damned forest. But could I really call this forest a bastard it was because of this forest that I met the love of my life. To be fair it is less romantic when your love beat and raped you then threatened to kill you if you left. Even less romantic when you ended up shagging over half the mares responsible for defeating said love. Granted now that I thought about it apart from Fluttershy and Applejack how many had conceptual sex been in the equation. But despite that even though most the time I was kidnaped and raped I still loved my friends and family. Despite their huge imperfections they did generally care for me. But I was still reluctant of being used as a living 24/7 sex toy.
The sun beamed brightly above my face gaining a look of contempt in its direction. I tried to cover my face the scars incredibly sensitive as the heat made them itch. Luckily for me the wounds were healed and despite the noticeable scars they weren't repulsive by any means. With time they would hopefully thin and maybe even start to fade.
CRACK
“Not again” I mumble as I feel a sicking pain in the back of my head. Tilting my head I can make out the blurry ebony face of my captor. Its fangs glinting menacingly as I try to keep a hold on my consciousness. A rough armoured hand wrapped around my throat as I gaged my head splitting as I tried to call out for help. The hand despite the crushing grip was distinctively feminine, lithe and small as I tried to look my captor in the eyes.
“Slave” a feminine voice hissed a purple glow extruding from their eyes as I blacked out.
Celestia’s pov
“Your majesty, Your majesty” a mare guard yelled running though the front room as I looked up my sister and counterparts pausing as I addressed her.
“Yes” I replied my calm demenor seeming to calm the frantic guard as she collected herself
“Your highness, Sir Lachlan has gone missing” she blurted out dropping to one knee as I leapt to my feet
“WHAT” the collective scream echoed.
“Sir Lachlan was lass scene in the hands of a strange black unicorn” the guard finished as Nightmare Moon barged forwards
“We need more information what did the unicorn look like” she barked as the guard cowed before her rage.
“Uh strange armour red cape weird horn” she guard gasped as Nightmare Moon throttled the poor mare. My eyes narrowed as the description sounded eerily familiar.
“Guard go and collect Captain Glimmer shield. Luna, send a letter to our niece” I barked as the two nodded. Luna vanished in a black mist as the guard tore out of the hall. Turning I groaned as I gently massaged my head. That colt had an act for getting himself in trouble. My hand delicately stroked Isaac. The Alicorn foal haven fell asleep next to me.
“Celestia could it be” Nightmare Moon asked my counterpart Molestia looking troubled as I replied
“It could very well be but this could be a perfect opportunity. If we can defeat her then we may just be able to save the empire that we failed so long ago. I will contact Chrysalis and Razor fang we will need them if we are to defeat this evil” Looking out I sighed as I set the sun my mind troubled as I prayed for Lachlan’s safety. My eye briefly wandered over to a small table at the back of my throne. In a glass container was a small fragment of Chrystal. The Chrystal glowed brightly as if aware of its home’s return.
“I will contact Twilight”