//------------------------------// // Mouth of the hellraiser // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// The night was cool and hauntingly quiet as one filly sat in her room, “Ok, Mom, just what is this thing anyway?” asked the young mare to herself as she looked at the small box. On the outside, it would appear to be a normal box, but that would ignore the many designs and etchings that lied on the faces. The teenager rubbed a green hoof along the circle that was at the top of the box. When her hoof completed the circle, she reeled back in surprise as the center of the circle shot up, “A puzzle box! Oh, I love these.”  she exclaimed with a giggle.      Her excitement quickly turned into confusion and shock as she watched the room around her grow darker, bits of electricity began to surge over the box. This made it fall out of her hooves and onto the ground, upon where it began to change shape, “Congratulations,” boomed a deep voice. “You have opened the box, and thus have invited us.”     The mare trembled as she  began to swish her head around in an attempt to locate the source of the voice, “I-Invited? Invited who? Who are yo-Ahhh!” she screeched and backed away from flying chains that began to sprout from the walls. Trembling, her eyes began to look around the room; it had changed to black void of energy.       “Yes, you have invited us into your world and into your realm. As for who we are,” the voice continued, stepping out of the shadows. “We are the beings which will give you pleasures and pains beyond your very reasoning.  We are the beings of worlds beyond the safe caress your princesses. And we have gifts.”       “G-g-gifts? What kind of-” her next few words were silenced by the scream of pain that rocked her body as chains dug themselves into her flesh and pull her into the wall. The screams only increased into something unpony like as the chains slowly began to tear into her forelegs and hindlegs. Through blurry vision, the teenager watched as several leather bound creatures came from the shadows, with the source of the voice stepping to the forefront.        “The gift, of eternal pain and pleasure, the likes of which you have never seen,” the pale pony said, the many pins covering his head seemingly causing no pain.  The mare continued to scream in horror as the creatures began to walk slowly towards her. Supernatural Pony Tales: Mouth of the Hellraiser. In every generation...          Sam and Dean were quickly jostled awake by Carmine’s sudden stop, “Carmine! What is with the stop?” Dean asked, groggily.         “There’s an alicorn, right in front of us,” Carmine said, her eyes widening in shock.         Sam, also still trying to wake up, rose from his seat, “Which one, Luna? Celestia? Cadence? Twilight?” he asked, looking ahead.         “None of them,” she said, shaking her in head in disbelief. “This one is a stallion.”         “WHAT!?” exclamed the brothers as they stepped out of the cart and looked at the male alicorn that was in front of them.         “Samuel, Dean, it’s a pleasure to meet you.I just wish it was under better- please put down the blade and crossbow,” Castiel said, looking at the two now armed brothers.         “Not until you tell us who the hell you are and why you are here. Because me and Sammy have met our fair share of alicorn wannabes that are just demons with pretty wings,” Dean explained, aiming the barrel of his crossbow.         With a sigh, the alicorn caused his horn to glow and pulled the weapons away from the two brothers, “I can assure you both, I am no pretender. I am indeed an alicorn, and please there is no need to bow. I am not- you are not bowing?” “Sorry,” Sam said with a sheepish grin. “We’ve met Luna a few times now so I know how royalty acts, and Dean isn’t exactly a bowing kind of guy.” “Besides, you haven’t told us who or what you are,” Dean explained, his eyes narrowed. “My name is Castiel, and as stated, I am an alicorn. As for the whys... Twilight was not the only one who ascended. There are some of us who did, but we’ve kept to ourselves mostly. I-” Castiel stopped himself for a moment, trying to hide some of his more important details. “ was assigned by Celestia to keep an eye on certain events going on that you may not be aware of and stop them. Right now, there is one certain event so dire that I require your help.” Dean arched an eyebrow at this, “Why?” Sam, in a more believing tone, responded, “He means, what is the case?” “Several millenia ago, Unicorn mages and zebra alchemists created a box called the Lament Configuration. It was said to be able to contain demons and have the ability to send ponies to Tartarus. It was designed as a portable containment and transport talisman,” Cas explained. “I guess it didn’t work that way,” Sam retorted. Slowly, the tan alicorn shook his head, “ No, it didn’t. The first ones to try ended becoming demons themselves. I eventually took Celestia and Luna to help reseal the demons and hide the tool away.” “And they didn’t blow it up because?” “It was indestructible,” Cas said plainly. “However, after the changeling invasion, it was mysteriously stolen; we assumed that it was the work of looters at the time. Since then, it has been popping up from time to time, rumors and such. About a few days ago, we finally got a lead to its location. That is why I came to you.” “Why us?” asked Sam. “In case you haven’t noticed, you boys have this knack for winding up in cases involving demons or powerful entities,” Castiel said, watching the boys nod in agreement. “So, where to?”         “A small town called-         There is a chosen one, she alone will stand against the monsters, demons, and vampires...                         Sunnydale:         Dean walked through the small building, looking over the messy room “ Sam, I’m not liking this. How in the hell are we supposed to find this a box in this place.”         “Well, Castiel did say that it’s golden and has a few unusual shapes on it,” Sam said,, keeping his crossbow raised.         “It’s an old antique shop, there are several golden boxes!” complained the tan Whinnychester. “Wish that mare gave us a little more info on that stallion who took it.”         “I know, just be glad for rumors,” Sam said, looking down another room. “I’m going to see what I can find down here, you go into that room.”         Silently, the older stallion nodded walked on into the larger room. He had to admit, beyond the dark atmosphere of the store and the somewhat dilapidated look, he could see why one would set up a business there. He sneezed a little as his hooves kicked up a little dust, while his green eyes kept trying to find a small box within the room, “Come here little demon bo-UGGH!” a yellow hoof came from the shadows to connect with Dean’s jaw and send him flying into a pile of boxes.         “Nice try, but that box is going to be going into my hooves. Sorry,” the mare’s voice said, getting into a fighting stance.         As Dean slowly got up, he finally had the chance to look at his opponent. At first glance, he thought she was just a normal yellow coated earth pony with a blonde mane, but experience as long taught him to not take anything at face value. He got up slowly, wiped the spit and blood from his lip and charged at the mare. Using his hoof to bring out a knife, Dean swiped the blade at the mare’s chest and neck.         Taking a few steps back, the young mare dodged the two slashes and then backhoofed Dean’s muzzle. While he recovered from her attack, the blonde swept Dean’s left foreleg and left him open for an uppercut to the jaw. Reeling back, Dean let out a few pants as he began to think to himself, “Demon bitch is fast and strong, so...I am a little bit at a disadvantage here. I just got to think of a way to knock her off her feet.”  Watching the mare lunge at him with a buck, the hunter ducked under the kick and rammed his shoulder into her exposed stomach.  As the young mare flew back a  few feet, Dean used this to leap and tackle her onto the ground.           Tussling and struggling, the two combatants began to fight each other with all they had. Soon they both ended on top of one another with the young mare on top, “Ok, demon, just what did you want with the box.”         “Tell me first, demon bitch!” said Dean, before pausing.         “Wait, what!?” they said in unison as Sam busted in.         “Dean, I heard fighting,” looking at the two fighters, Sam arched an eyebrow and cocked his head. “Dean... what did I miss?”         “Just... me meeting a new friend,” Dean said, getting up slowly as the mare got off him.         “Sorry, but I saw you two walking in and talking about the box. I figured you were probably demons,” the young mare said.         “Yeah, nice test to find out we’re not,” Dean snarked as Sam looked to the young mare.         “Miss, who are you?” asked Sam.         “The name is Beautiful Summers, but my friends call me,” the young mare said, fixing her mane a little while showing her palm tree cutie mark, “Buffy.” She is, the Slayer.        “Slayers?” Dean asked as he took a seat in the library, looking at the young ponies that gather around him. “Slayer, singular Dean,” Sam corrected. “I think I read about them in Mom’s journal. Something about once a generation a slayer is born, a mare with mystical abilities and strengths that can fight vampires.” “Yes,” confirmed a dark blue earth pony. “Much like hunters such as you and your brother Samuel. Only,” he held a short pause as he fixed his glasses, “sans the superpowered strength and speed. Though, I am surprised that Celestia herself would send two hunters to retrieve something like Lament Configuration.” “Yeah, I have to ask about that,” a red colt stated, getting off from his chair. “Do you guys normally take in hints from random alicorns to visit places like this, or is this new for you.” “Well, normally we don’t,” Sam said, taking note of the pegasus’s monkey butt cutie mark.  “But considering that Castiel showed off that both his wings and his horn were real, we had to believe him.” The red colt nickered as he rolled his head, “Well, I suppose if a box containing a legion of demons had to wind up anywhere, it had to be here.” “Welcome to the Hellmouth, boys,” Buffy snarked, sitting up on the table. “Population 38,000. 30% of which are vampires.” “Um, well, 1% is a werewolf,” a soft spoken white unicorn said, her red mane draped over her shoulders. Sam chuckled at the soft spoken mare, noting her willow tree cutie mark, “Only 1% percent?” “Well, um yeah, I know him,” the mare, named Willow, said with a little bit of a blush. “So how did you get wind of the box?” Dean asked, looking to the blonde mare to his left. “The box killed an old friend of mine from Las Pegas,” Buffy said, narrowing her eyes in rage. “She came to Sunnydale for a visit and wanted me to see something she bought at an auction. Then, about a few nights ago, they found her dead, body torn to shreds. Of course I was broken about it, but when I began to help her mother out to clean up her place... that was when I found out about the box. I tried talking to the police about it, but surprise surprise,” she continued. “It was stolen.” “That was when we heard rumors about it showing up in the antique shop and that is where you came in,” Giles (real name, Guile Wits) stated, before getting to the last page. “Ah, there we are. Now I have a clue on how to destroy them if, heaven forbid, another demon or someone who wants to unleash hell opens the box. Now we just need to find out where it is.” “Uggh, I can’t believe that guy,” a tall slender unicorn said walking. “Cordelia, we have no time to listen your-” Giles was quickly interrupted by the brown mane mare’s ramblings. “I mean, look at this Xander,” she said, brushing past Willow and slamming a paper down in front of the colt. “I mean, I was all ready to attend this guy’s Hellraising Block party and come to find out it was a misprint. It was a box party. I mean, who cares about some guy’s stupid box anyway?” she then began to sit down, filling her hoof. She then looked up at the wide eyes surrounding her, “What?” “They,” Buffy said, shocked. “Can’t,” Dean added, his eyes opened in disbelief. “Be,” Sam added. “Serious!” “Yep, they’re serious,” Xander remarked as he stood in front of the large building. Sam could only look on at the warehouse, the large banner on the front door reading “start of the new world box party” in bright colors driving him a little mad in its obviousness, “It’s almost like they wanted us to come!” “Maybe he’s just hoping for a huge body count,” Dean smirked. “We’re not letting that happen,” Buffy said, walking with the two brothers to the door.         As they entered the warehouse where the party began, the loud music immediately assaulted their ear drums. The place almost shook itself into dust from the vibrations of the sounds, “‘Bring you to Hell?’ Subtle.”         “So, where do you think the stallion is hiding the box,” Willow asked, trying to find a small corner to hide, Sam following behind.         “The guy is probably going to have to be subtle, and probably-”         “My beloved guests, welcome to the greatest evening of your lives,” a tall white unicorn stallion with a barking dog cutie mark walked up on a large stage. “Having fun my pets? Enjoying your nights of fun, pleasures, and sins of the flesh? Good, for you see, that is what this party is about. Sin. All of you in this room have committed sins of the Equine world. Be it murder, pleasure, or consumption. Sins have a way to boil to the surface, presented to our brethren by action or desire. To honor this, I have brought forth a gift,” with that, he brought out the box.         “Shoot,” Buffy and Dean began to move towards the stallion, but found themselves too late as he began to run his hoof along the top of the box.         “Hail...to the new flesh,” the stallion said, watching the box glow as it began to move and twist, the shape changing rapidly.  The building itself began to morph around the ponies in synch with the box, dark shrouds began to cover the walls. The supports of the walls began to age and crumble, morphing into pulsating slabs of flesh. Dropping down from the ceiling were chains of various lengths, while sounds of moans and screams began to surround the room. The stallion could only smile in a sick satisfaction as the ponies began to run and scream.         “We must thank you, Barker, for this feast of souls,” the stallion in black leather said behind the older stallion. The many pins that covered the pale coated stallion shined in the light of the fires that began to burn, “I will be glad to drag you and these poor souls into a new realm of pain and pleasure.”         “T-thank you, sir,” Barker said, feeling a female demon run her black hoof along his back. A low moan escaped his lips as he felt her slice carefully into his back.         “I also,thank you for the appropriation of three other interesting souls. That of the slayer and her two hunter friends,” the pinhead demon said, walking to a throne that began to rise in the middle of the stage. His black pupiless eyes stared straight at the part of the room where Buffy and Dean stood, “It is a pleasure to entertain you, Whinnychesters and the Slayer.”         Buffy just scoffed and looked at him with eyes that showed no fear, “ Let me guess, this is where you describe to me the ways you are going to kill us and make us your little demon puppets.”         “I hope not, I have had enough of those to last me a lifetime,” Dean said, looking at Sam and Willow. Motioning silently to try and get the box that sat at the lead demon’s seat.         Nodding, Willow motioned to Sam, “Sam, get some of the chalk from the bag. I need it.”         Quickly, Sam began to rustle through the bag as the demon responded to Dean and Buffy, his voice deep and gravelly, “Oh no. That will come after the sport. After you have played the game.”         “What game?” Dean asked, and then turned to look at some of the ponies beginning to run from the demons that walked from the shadows. “SHIT!”         The pale demon placed his hooves together and smiled sinisterly, “I have many souls tonight to bring to hell. Many are deserving of such a wondrous gift, and many will receive it tonight. And you, so pure of heart, will stop these ponies from receiving their blessed gifts of eternal pleasure.” A low chuckle came deep within the pinned demon’s throat as he watched the two demon slayers run to various ponies, saving who they could and killing the demons. “ Try as you might, you will fall soon. I will have the souls of the Whinnychesters and of course... the Slayer. It will be nice to have three such souls lying in torment.”         The lead demon did not notice his box disappearing and reappearing in the hooves of Sam, “How did you do that?” Sam asked.         Willow took a deep breath as her hooves stopped glowing green inside the small circle that she had created, “Well, um, some studies of magic have unique spells that even Earth ponies can use. I learned some of these from Giles and a... good friend.” “Well, now comes the hard part,” Xander began, watching as Sam began to fumble with the box. “Solving this thing before the demons notice us.” Buffy, on the other hand, leapt at a demon that was trying to claw into the back of a helpless stallion. As the creature began to dig its claws, the young mare grabbed the demon with her hind legs and snapped his neck, “Get to that corner! You’ll be safe there.” Trembling, the stallion nodded and ran. Sadly, Buffy did not see the demon with chattering teeth raise his black hoof and slam it hard into her back, sending her to the ground breathless. After a hard right and left cross into her sides, she managed to swipe his legs and uppercut his jaw. With that opening in place, the slayer delivered three quick jabs into the demon’s throat and a roundhouse into its chest that sent it flying back. Seeing a blade nearby, she grabbed it with her mouth and slashed the chattering demon. Then, without looking, she threw her sword behind her and killed a nearby demon. Dean, not wanting to be outdone, charged into a small group of three demons. Raising his demon kill blade, he stabbed one in the throat, slashed another’s neck, and then slashed the other one in the chest. Looking at the two scared mares, the tan stallion smiled a reassuring smile to them. Seeing their scared looks, he turned around to duck under a large fat demon. However, he was not so lucky to the follow up punch from the creature and took it on the side of his face. Two more slams of the creature’s fist from above onto Dean’s back and skull  caused the hunter a little dizziness and to drop his dagger. The monster then laughed as he raised his hoof to crunch Dean’s skull, but this laughter turned into a squeal of pain as Dean rammed his foreleg into the creature’s nether regions, “Hey, look on the bright side, fat boy. I helped you find yours!” With that, he picked up his fallen weapon in his mouth and slash it across the demon’s eyes and then stabbed it into the creature's chest. “Try rotating it counter clockwise or something! Maybe move it to the left!” Xander exclaimed as the battle continued. “I tried that! That didn’t work!” Sam exclaimed. “Uh, maybe,” Willow began but was interrupted by Xander. “You broke it,” Xander said, interrupting the mare. “I didn’t break it. These demon things are unbreakable,” Sam said, trying to move and change the box frantically. After saving another mare, a chain flew from the darkness and wrapped around Dean’s neck. Slowly, it began to tighten, pulling and strangling him. As the chain began to deprive the stallion of air, Buff ran over and broke the chain with her bare hoof.  Helping Dean to loosen it from his throat, the slayer and hunter each took a bit of the chain and used it to trip a small group of demons. “Maybe if you pushed it in?” Xander asked. “That was the first thing I tried!” Exclaimed Sam. Willow then cleared her throat, “Maybe, you should twist the top?” Sam and Xander looked at each other and then back down at the box. They shook their head at the idea that the way to solve the box was that simple. However, as Sam spun the box a little at the top, he watched in shock as three of the demons exploded. Sam arched an eyebrow at this, and then shook his head as he, Willow, and Xander began to quickly solve the puzzle box. From atop his box, the lead demon watched as his minions began to explode in sparks of light and energy. Curious, he looked to where the trio of ponies began to quickly work his box and sat back before smiling to himself slowly. With a throaty chuckle, he slowly got up from his throne and began to walk off from it. As he walked to the fighting slayer and hunter, his eyes watched as his demon slaves began to fade from the material plane and back into the demon realm. As he neared the two, he slowly clapped with his forehooves in approval, “It seems, that this sport is over. Congratulations.” “You’re... congratulating us?” As Dean, stunned. “Why?” Buffy asked, looking at him with her head cocke to the side. “Simple, you have shown me something special,” the demon said, lowering his head in a bow to the two demon slayers. “For a long time, an associate of mine kept special attention to the Whinnychesters. I was curious as to why he was so interested in two lowly hunters. I was also quite curious in the talents of the Slayer, of what separates her from the others in her line. Now, I can see why.” Slowly, the pinned demon looked to the three ponies as they finished with the puzzle box. “You both possess something unique that allows to surpass many challenges, even when all sense tells you that failure is the only way.” “What is that?” Dean asked. Pinhead only chuckled, “That, Whinnychester, is a secret that I want to keep to myself. Tell Celestia, that this journey away from her vaults was... entertaining.” Buffy shot him a look of surprise, “You planned all of this? Your escape? This party?” To this, Pinhead laughed darkly as his body disappeared back into the box. Supernatural Pony Tales Starring: Jensen Ackles-Dean Whinnychester Jared Padalecki-Sam Whinnychester         “Are you sure you guys have to go so soon?” ask Xander as he watched Dean and Sam pack up.         “Yeah, we don’t normally stay too long in one town. We like to keep moving,” Sam said. Willow sighed as she gave Carmine a flower wreath, “It’s a shame, we have so much to show you and I would like for Carmine to talk to me more about her magic.         Carmine chuckled as she nuzzled the red maned earth pony, “Maybe next time. Trust me, it’s a blast.” Misha Collins- Castiel Stephanie Young- Carmine Sarah Michelle Gellar- Buffy         “Hey Dean,” Buffy said walking to the tan stallion. “Sorry about the whole, you know, kicking your ass earlier.”         Dean let out a small chuckle, “Hey, it wasn’t that bad. You barely scratched me.”         “I’d say it was, you were limping when we walked back to the library, ,” Buffy said, crossing her forelegs with a soft smile.         “How about when I come back next time, I’ll show how well I can fight,” Dean remarked.         To that, Buffy rolled her head to the side and smirked, “So, you will be coming back then?”         “Maybe,” Dean said.         “Just send a letter when you do, don’t want to accidentally kick your butt again,” Buffy joked.         Nicholas Brendon-Xander Harras Alyson Hannigan-Willow Tree Anthony Steward Head- Guile wit Charisma Carpenter- Golden Cord James Marsters-Spike         “So, you and your brother did encounter Spike on your travels?” Giles asked, watching as Sam walked out from the library.         “Yeah, Dean almost died because of him,” Sam said.         “Strange,” Giles said, taking out a small photo album and looking at a picture of a young mare. “It isn’t like him to leave ponies alive after they fought him. Your brother probably intrigued him.”         “Yeah, well, Dean can do that to ponies,” Sam said smiling.         “Just like what your mother said, ‘Sammy is a kind kid, but Dean is a Griffon in a pony body.”         Sam’s eyes went wide in shock, “You met mom!” Flower Smile- Colleen Clinkenbeard Snow-Lara Woodhill Rain-Alison Viktorin Candystallion- Tony Todd Pinhead-Doug Bradley         Willow gave the two brothers one last hug as they got into the cart, “See you again soon, I hope.”         Sam smiled reassuringly, “Hey, we might. If you guys find yourselves needing us, we’ll show up.”         Buffy smiled at the two brothers, “Good luck boys.”         “You too,” Dean smirked as the two rode off         As the cart rode slowly into the sunset, Sam looked to Dean, “Think we’ll come back?”         To this Dean responded, “What do you think? Of course we will!” Supernatural Pony Tales: season 2 end Dedicated to Eric, Joss, and Mike: For reminding us that for all the things that go bump in the night... There are things that bump back!         Castiel calmly put away the box into the vault in Canterlot, a smile on his face, “Well, the princess was right to put her trust into the Whinnychesters. I have to say, this will make one interesting report.”         “Excuse me, but the princess said you needed help organizing your vault?” a deep voiced stallion with a black coat and spikey mane said as he walked in.         Castiel looked to the spiky haired stallion, noting the angel winged cutie mark, “And you are, vampire?”         The stallion stretched out a hoof for a hoofshake, “The name is Angel.”         David Boreanaz-Angel See you next season.