//------------------------------// // Three darts is too much! // Story: Running from Twilight // by Brony-Sibling //------------------------------// You slowly come to your senses, and as you look around, squinting at your surroundings you realize... You are in Twilight's bed! and no, not the trundle bed, but her REAL bed! You start to sit up quickly, but you are jerked to a stop. You are tied up! She has chained you to her BE- Oh. wait a second... After a breif moment of observation you realize the restraining pressure was from the sheets. Wait-That's right! THE Twilight Sparkle... had tucked you into HER bed. You smile, and look down at a white spot in your peripheral vision, and spot a note left next to your hand. Freeing your hand from the tucked in sheets you read a simple, “Sorry...” with a sad face scrawled next to it. You smile, remembering the flustered look on Twilight's face when she blasted you. As you look around the room you hear quiet breathing and.... There she is... Curled up and sleeping peacefully next to you. You can't help but smile and whisper. "She trusts me... At least a little bit..." You gently reach down, and brush a bit of Twilight's mane out of her eyes. “It would be so easy to hurt her...” You shake your head gently, rejecting the idea completely. "I guess I really do like her mane..." You just peacefully sit there, gently stroking Twilight's mane for a few minutes. You smile, and gently whisper to the sleeping Twilight. “I don’t think you are evil Twilight. You... you’re just doing this to save Equestria, and... I don’t think you like doing this anyways.” You chuckle affectionately and add, “Otherwise there would be a lot more lists involved...” You shake your head slowly. “What’s wrong with me... What am I doing?” You hear the music building, and closing your eyes, give in and quietly sing to Twilight as she sleeps. What's the matter with you, ‘Merica? Have you been too much on your own? So many things unclear... So many things... Unknown. In my life... There are so many questions and answers That somehow seem wrong In my life... There are times when I sing away the silence the signs of a musical's song! And it sings... Of a world that I’ve longed to see Out of reach- Just a whisper away... But now that world do I see! Does she know that I think, does she know that I feel? Does she see what I need, will my freedom she steal? In my life. While you're kind... now I feel all alone... So hear me now... Free... me here... (End song at 1:26, or when Valjean starts talking...) You finish the note, and right as you begin to sing the next note you pause... You heard something... A low growl. You look up and syddenly a dark blur bowls you over, somehow melding incredible silence with incredible strength as it grabs both your hands in one of it’s claws, and plugging your mouth with it’s tail. Wait, tail?! Your eyes focus, and then the blur is framed by cruel, gleaming fangs, and you realize... it is Spike’s face that's bathed in moonlight. A gurgling hiss escapes his gullet as his eyes flash in anger, “Ttttthought you could steal heeerrrrr did youuu?” With an audible, *SNAP* Spike’s claws spring into place on his free hand, as he slowly reaches down towards your manhood with a maniacal grin plastered on his snout. He's bigger than you now, and as much as you struggle, you can't get lose. “I’vvveeee beeen waiting for youu to sleeeep to do thisssss....” Spike hisses at you. “But I gottt tireedddd of waitting....” His claws float close to your manhood, as Spike triumphantly hisses, “Afffter allll... what ussssse is a gelding.... when they want ssssstallions?” Your eyes flash wide open, as Spike tenses his muscles to remove your balls. Suddenly, there’s an EXPLOSION of glass, and a orange and black shape SMASHES into Spike’s head. Spike staggers backwards, stunned, as the blur is suddenly joined by two other blurs. Through the dark you realize that they are ponies, and slightly small ponies at that! “Wha? What’s going-” *POOTIS*, Twilight’s had started to groggily wake up, but she falls gently back onto her bed. You see the white and black pony shoot a second blowdart into Spike's neck, but Spike simply growls, and lunges at the little Ponies. They scatter, and shoot two more darts into Spike’s body. He goggily shakes his head, and slurs out, “Threeee darts is tooo mucccchh....” Spike takes a few more shaky steps toward the nearest pony, and is rewarded by four more darts to his chest. "Heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy......" *THUD* “Cutie mark dragon hunters!” “YAAAAAAY!” Suddenly the white one coughs, and all three miniature ponies (Isn’t that redundant?) compose themselves and trot over to you. “America. We’ve come to free you.” The white one squeaks out. “Will you come with us?” You look at the soundly asleep Twilight, and hesitate. Then you hear the sound of a hardwood floor being scratched, and you see one of Spike’s claws reflexively gouging large chunks of wood out of the hardwood floor. *gulp* “Ok. Let’s go.” You take one longing look at Twilight’s sleeping form, as you follow the three miniature ponies through the moonlit hole they made.