//------------------------------// // Intruding Entity // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------//         A young blue earth pony mare ran frantically through the darkened and empty streets of Ponyville, sweat running down her face. A look of utter terror in her eyes, she took several glances behind her to see if she was still followed by her stalker. As she looked behind her, she could see nothing but the dust that was left in her wake. This did little to relieve her as she turned her head and began to run faster, her breath coming in short pants as she looked around her to find some escape.         As she made her way through the town, her ears twitched to the sound of the grass rustling. Letting out a small gasp of fear, she made a quick glance to the left of her side and saw nothing in the grass but the rustling of wind. This made her heart almost stop in pure fear as she turned her head to continue running, her pace quickening by  being chased by the unseen preditor.         As she neared the end of the road, she saw a house with its lights on and a strange black creature that she had never seen before sleeping next to it. Her salvation seemingly close, she pushed herself to her limits to reach the door; however, just as she reached the door to knock on the door her hind legs was pulled out from under her. Screaming, she was dragged away from her place of safety by an unseen specter. As she laid on the ground, her face wet with tears, she began to plead for mercy or a release from the ghost’s grip. That was when she was slapped hard by the force that held her down and her legs began to spread. Crying, she almost became reserved to her fate when she heard the sharp sound of a crossbow bolt.         Feeling a release from her tormentor, she turned her head up to look at the two colts with crossbows on their forelegs, “Problems?” Said the older stallion as he smirked.         The mare let out a soft smile before fainting from exhaustion. Supernatural Pony Tales         “Here,” Sam said, handing the young mare a cup of cocca, “ this’ll help calm you down, miss...?”         “ Hershey Bar, but you can call me Hershey,” said the blue mare as she drank some of her cocca, “T-thank you for saving me back there. I...can’t thank you enough.”         Dean walked out from within the kitchen, popping open a bottle of cider, “So, care to tell us all about the violator back there?”         “You won’t believe me when I tell you,” Hershey said, looking away from the two brothers.         “Try us, “ Dean said with a smirk as he sat down with his brother.         “Okay, I’ll tell you,” Hershey said with a sigh, “That spirit has been...abusing me for the past five months. That was when it all started.”         “What happened?” Sam asked, looking at her comfortly.         “It all started, when I was in my room getting ready for bed,” she said with a shudder, “when I felt something slap my face. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, especially when I saw that there was nopony in the room with me. Then, I felt this mysterious presence grab me by the neck and throw me onto the bed. That was when he...he...” tears began to well up in her eyes as she wrapped her legs around herself to comfort and said in a wisper, “raped me.”           No words were uttered from Sam as he leaned in and gave the mare a comforting hug. Draping his forelegs over her shoulders, he began to rub her back slowly, “It’s going to be all right, we’ll handle this.” Sam then broke from the embrace to look into her eyes, “and this ha been going on since then.         Somberly, the mare nodded, “Yes, off and on for the past few months. Sometimes I would be in the bathroom and he would do it or I would be with my family and he would violate me then and there. Sometimes, the sick whatever it is would try and be gentle with me while I slept, trying to make me...you know, ‘enjoy it’ and I would. I’ve tried everything to get rid of this, thing. I’ve gone to psychologist, parapsyhcologist, and even exorcists and everytime he’s come back and been even worst. I’ve even tried moving and he has followed me.” Sobbing loudly, the young mare put her head into her forehooves and continued to cry.         As his little brother rubbed Hershey’s back, Dean slowly got up and finished his bottle, “All right, first thing’s first. You are going up those stairs and straight to bed.”         “But, what if,” Hershey began but was interrupted by Dean.         “But nothing, you get to bed little missy. We’ll handle anything for tonight,” Dean said, a wry smirk coming across his face, “Then tommorow you can help us take this spectral bastard down.”         Hershey nodded in response and walked upstairs into the room that the brothers had pointed out. Once she had gotten into the covers of her bed, she watched the brothers put trails of salt onto the windowsill and the threshold of the door, “What are you doing?”         “Salting the room,” Sam said, pouring the last of the salt onto the sill.         “Why?” Hershey asked.         “Purifies the room,” Dean said as he walked out of the room, “Spirits and demons can’t handle salt. Whatever dime store psychologist that you visited seemed to forget that little tidbit.”         “And, it’ll work?” Hershey asked, a disbeliving look in her eye.         Chuckling, Sam walked to over to his brother, “The spirit has been tryign to get in through the window for the past few minutes. It works.”         Hershey opened her eyes wide in shock and then smiled with a soft giggle. Then she looked up at Sam and Dean, “Thank you both. Even if it’s for one night, you have given me a chance to rest in peace. I  can’t thank you enough for this.”         “You’re welcome,” Sam said, smiling as he closed the door. As the door closed, there was a loud banging on the door.  Without a second thought, the two brothers brought out two crossbows and aimed at the other, “I think this guy was expecting us to shoot each other since we can’t see him, like a bunch of rookies.”         “Too bad for this guy, we played games like this since we were 9 years old,” Dean said, “on three?”         “Three!” Sam said as he jumped at the same time as his brother and turned to fire their crossbows at the door. With a swift click of their triggers, the crossbows spat the bolts from their quivers and hit the door with a large thunk.         Landing on his hooves, Dean smirked at the sound of the ghost dissappearing, “ Well, that takes care of him for a bit.”         “Yeah, but don’t you find it weird?” Sam asked as he pulled the bolt fom out of the door, “ I have never heard of a ghost physically attacking a pony before, much less raping her.”         Dean scowled at the thought of a ghost raping a pony, “The sick bastard is probably a former stalker or some jilted lover.  The sicko couldn’t get any when he was alive so now he is taking it out on innocent mares.”         “Think she might know who it is?” Sam asked, nodding to the door.         “Maybe, but lets let her sleep for now,” Dean said, looking back in the room as he walked back to his bedroom, “Aaaand since she has your bedroom...you are sleeping on the couch.”He said, batting Sam on the shoulder.         “WHAT?!”  Sam exclaimed as he ran off to follow his brother, “Oh no! You are going to have the couch and I will get the bed!”         The next morning found the two brothers alseep and entangled on the bed, the remants of a short war that broke out over the control of who was going to sleep on the bed. The war mainly consited of pillows, tickling, and wrestling until the two fell to the bed asleep and tired. The casualties of said war were too immense to discuss here.         As Dean woke up to find himself in the forelegs of his little brother, a snister smile crept across his lips as he kissed his little brother’s snoot, “Morning my love, sleep well?”         Sam’s eyes shot open as he felt the warm lips of his brother on his nose, “AHHHH!” The young brown colt screamed as he leapt from the bed and began to quickly wipe his brothers kiss off his nose.         “Oh come on, Sammy. You loved it last night,” Dean said with a chuckle as he was then hit by a pillow thrown by his little brother.  A growl of rage coming from the young colt, he took up the thrown pillow and leapt at his little brother in retaliation. Not stepping down, Sam picked up a pillow from the bed and struck Dean in mid-flight. As the two brothers commenced a pillow war of the ages, they could not notice the smell of cooking food from below.         “If you two boys are done up there,” Herhsey called up from down below, “Carmine and I made some breakfast.”         Sam and Dean quietly put down their weapons and walked down the stairs, enjoying the smell of the food below. Dean smiled at Carmine as she brought out some muffins for the two brothers, “Well, thanks babe. You two didn’t have too though.”         “Well, I wanted to...as thanks for last night,” Hershey said as she sat down.         “Dean, sweetie, I’m going to go and get the chariot ready for when you two need it,” Carmine said as she walked out, but not before giving Dean a kiss on the cheek.         “Aw, that was sweet,” Hershey said, “So, what is the story with that impala? I’ve never seen one before.”         “She’s a good friend of our mother’s,” Sam said as he finished with the muffin, “ One time, mom went and saved her from a vampire attack. She’s been eternally grateful ever since and has helped us out alot.”         Dean then looked up at the young mare, “So, about this ghost. Have you ever been stalked by anypony? Any jilted lovers, bad one-night stands? Enraged roleplayers who you left hanging just when they got started?”         Hershey looked up from her plate, shaking her head in disagreement, “No, nothing like that. It just started happening at my old house one night.”         “I see,” Sam said as he walked to the door, “Dean, I’m going to check the old place out to see if I can find any clues.”         “Wait,” Hershey said, holding up a hoof, “you don’t know where I used to live.”         “Don’t worry,” Sam said, a soft and cocky smile on his face, “Carmine will know.”         As Sam said, within a few short minutes, Carmine’s horns was able to get Sam to the mare’s old house, “Nothing seems to weird about this place,” Carmine said, looking at the house, “and you didn’t find anything about this place being built on any burial grounds.”         “ The only thing I could think of, is a stalker, but she doesn’t look like the type of girl to be stalked,” Sam said, “and she didn’t mention a jilted lover”         “Wait,” Carmine said, twitching her ears in the direction of a soft moan, “What was that?”         “What was what?” Sam asked.                  “That moan, it seems like it came from the house,” Carmine said as she walked into the house, Sam following behind her with his crossbow at his side. As they walked further into the house, the moans getting more and more disguinistable with each step.         “Help...her,” the voice said.         “Help who? You mean Hershey?” Sam said.         “Help...her...p...please. I love her,” the voice said.         “Why couldn’t you help her when she was being raped?” Sam asked of the voice.         “The spirit...too...strong...I tried...to comfort her som...sometimes but...time and again...he would overpower me and attack her again and again,” the voice said.         Carmine began to look back and forth across the room, “How can we trust you?”         “My...resting place is in the basement, next to my brother...he was the one raping her,” the voice said, “Will that earn your trust?”         “It’s a start, but we’re still going to be careful.” Sam said as he walked to the basement.         “T...thank you. P...please hurry,” the spirit said, “ He gets angry when she denies him.”         Sam nodded as he and Carmine ran quickly down the stairs to the ground of the basement. As Sam grabbed a shovel, he said a silent prayer to himself that Dean would be all right.         Hershey smiled at Dean as she drank some coccoa, “So have you and your brother been on the road by yourselves long?”         “Not really that long,” Dean said, taking a bottle of cider from the fridge and siting next to Hershey, “I had only been traveling with the brother for about three years after I pulled him from college. Before that, it was just me and mom.”         “It sounds lonely,” Hershey said, putting her cup of cocca down.         “It really wasn’t,” Dean said, putting the bottle down and letting the mare rest her head against his shoulder, “ Mom was a great traveling buddy and it was pretty nice seeing all of Equestria with her.”         “What happened to her?” Asked Hershey.         “Don’t know,” Dean said, looking at the fireplace, “One day, she  went off on a hunt alone and hasn’t been back. I went searching for her and soon picked up my little brother to help me with a hunt. We’ve been traveling with Carmine since.”         “And your dad?” Asked Hershey.         “Dean, run, protect your brother and don’t look back,” screamed Mary.         Dean shook his head at the memory, “Let’s just say, there is a reason why mom trusted me to protect Sammy.”         Hershey’s eyes opened in shock before turning away, feeling bad about bringing out bad memories, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”         “It’s all right,” Dean said, smiling softly, “It’s been something I’ve learned to live with. Dead Dad, dissappeared mom, and one little brother who needs me.”         “Sounds like you’ve had it rough,” she said smiling.         “Not as bad you,” Dean said, a reassuring chuckle esacping his lips. He then smiled at her, rubbing a hoof through her black mane.         “Thanks for everything, you guys really don't...” Hershey said.         “It’s what we do, we protect ponies,” Dean said, “and keep pretty chicks like you safe.”         Hershey smiled at this as she looked up at Dean, a smile on her lips when suddently a loud voice was overheard         “THE BITCH IS MINE!!” The voice yelled as it grabbed Dean by the neck and threw him against the wall.         “Dean!” Hershey screamed as she felt herself pinned to the couch. Struggling, she could feel hoofmarks burning onto her shoulder.         “That’s for her to decide, isn’t it?” Dean said as he got back up and reached for a dagger on the mantle. Taking the dagger with his mouth, he threw it at the struggling mare. Smirking, he watched as the dagger missed the mare and hit the sofa, causing the ghost to scream, “Salt laced dagger, you son of a bitch. Hershey, come on,” Dean said as he took the blue mare by the hoof and lead her upstairs, “Sammy, if you have anything up your sleeve, now’s a good time to pull it out.”         “ARRGH! This is pointless,” Screamed Carmine, “We have no idea where to start digging! Even if we did, we don’t know if he was telling the truth or not.”         “I think I might have something,” Sam said, pulling out an old journal, “Look at this, ‘I can’t stand it anymore. My brother is a monster and must be stopped, I built a trap for him in the center of the basement. Once I lure him there, I can finally put an end to this rapist.”         Nodding in understanding, Carmine quickly began to help Sam with the digging. Within minutes, the pit was uncovered with the skeletons of two minataurs grappling with each other, “What happened?”         “When he set his trap, his brother probably tried to take him down with him,” Sam said, bringing out the bag of salt as Carmine brought out a small lighter. “Thank...you,” the voice of the younger brother said.         Elsewhere, Dean had made his way up the stairs with Hershey, leading her to his room. However, as he lead her in, he was quickly thrown into his room. Turning around, Dean watched with a smirk as the ghost walked in, but suddently stopped. Though he could not see the spirit, he could only imagine the look on the ghost’s face when he stepped into the room, “Salt trap, perfect for a-holes like you,” Dean said, a smirk never leavign his face.         “YOU,” the entity’s curse was cut short, as he felt his presence fading, “WHAT?”         “Oh, and my brother has just purified you. Nice knowing you, I heard hell is a pretty nice place once you get used to it,” Dean said as the spirit faded away.         As the spirit faded away, Hershey breathed a sigh of relief as she went to Dean and hugged him, tears coming to her eyes as she wispered, “Thank you so much.”                  Within a few hours, Dean stood before Hershey’s house, saying his farewells. Meanwhile, Sam stood by the chariot and watched, “Can you believe that guy, wanting to kill his brother like that?” Carmine said.         “Yeah,” Sam said, shaking his head, “I can’t imagine thinking that your brother is so far gone that you couldn’t save him.”         “You think you could ever do that, if Dean ever became a monster?” Carmine asked.         “No,” Sam said, closing his eyes and smiling, “because I know he would never go that far. I know he would never do anything that would endanger me, after all...he has a promise to mom to live up to. Besides, he’s portected me since I was a little colt.”         “ARRRGH!” Dean yelled as he walked back to his brother and ride.         “What is it Dean?” Sam asked.         “I was trying to ask her for a date...and I found out she is old enough to be mom,” Dean said, an exasperated look on his face, “and has three kids to boot!”         “Well, that should-” Sam said, only to be interrupted by his brother.         “It’s kind of creepy to be dating a girl old enough to be your mom, SAMMY!” Dean said as he dragged his brother into the chariot, “Now, let’s just get back home.”         Elsewhere, unknown to the brothers, the stallion picked up the ghostly remains of the minotaur, “And a dose of ectoplasm. Thank you brothers, you saved me all the trouble.”          Gregory K: Booo!, Boooo! That pin was bad and you should feel bad!! Gregory K: Not talking from experience, nope nope nope!