The Darkness Within

by Natsumushi


The Vengeful One

"Well then, who and what, are you?" Fluttershy demanded in an uncharacteristically authoritative voice, glaring at the spider-fiend.

The creature recovered from her bewilderment and composed herself in a somewhere regal manner.

"Not that it will matter come daybreak, but I suppose I'll humor you before I kill you. I am Star Weaver, and in my native home of Neighpon, I'm what's known as a Jorōgumo. Now you." The creature hissed, preparing for the battle to continue.

"A foreigner to Ponyville, how quaint. My name is Fluttershy, and I am a unique kind of bat pony." She cooed, not fully sure she even knew what exactly she had become. That would simply have to do until she did some personal research.

The Jorōgumo nickered at that, then lunged in to finish this senselessness. Unique or not, if all she was is a bat pony, then this should be a minor nuisance.

Her jaws snapped right where Fluttershy's neck should have been. Then Star Weaver felt the full force of Fluttershy's hoof slam into her face. She spun around and rolled with the blow, using it to give her a small increase to her momentum as she pierced The bat pony's flank with one of her long, slender spider legs. Fluttershy cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. This was something quite odd indeed for Fluttershy. She'd need to re-evaluate later, but for now she had a prime opportunity to get into a grapple with Star Weaver.

Fluttershy ripped free from the slender leg and grabbed it with both hooves, then pulling with all her might one direction while bucking the Jorōgumo's torso; tearing off the creature's leg in the process.

Star Weaver wailed with pain and agony as she flew threw the air and slammed against a nearby oak tree with a sickening thud.

"That was for the pony you maimed last night." Flutterbat informed. "Now it's time for you pay for what you did to Applejack and her parents!"

As Fluttershy marched dauntingly toward Star Weaver, she suddenly couldn't move her legs, it was like her hooves were stuck to the ground.

"What?"

"Foalish pony, you think I'd simply attack you without having a plan first? You insult my intelligence. But it would appear that I have underestimated you to a degree."

"My silk is stronger than you think. Certainly strong enough to hold you until tomorrow night. And I will make you suffer!" Star Weaver stated in a matter of fact tone before bending the shadows around her and fleeing into the Everfree forest.

Fluttershy began to rage at what had just transpired. The spider pony demon got away! And as she looked to the horizon, she saw Celestia's sun begin to creep across the land. It was beautiful, until a stray bream of light touched her ear; and burned her.

'W-what? H-how can this be? It's sunlight! It shouldn't hurt!' She panicked. Now, not only was she trapped because in her arrogance she had not noticed the spider lay down a trap web, but when the sun was at its peak, she knew it would kill her.

She had to flee soon, and as she looked at her hooves, she knew what she had to do, and it was going to hurt worse than anything she felt thus far.

***

It was 10 a.m. by the time everypony was ushered out of the Ponyville Medical Center so Applejack could get some rest and begin to recover. Pinkie Pie slowly made her way home, down and distraught. Twilight reassured Pinkie she'd find a way to help Fluttershy and find whatever nearly killed A.J. But Pinkie's usually optimistic demeanor was but a flickering flame about to permanently be snuffed out. She didn't know how much more of these horrible things she could take anymore.

As she entered Sugarcube Corner, she was greeted by the Cakes, who heard what had happened and offered to lend an ear if she wanted to talk about it.

"Thanks Mrs. Cake, but I just need to be alone right now." She replied

"Well, okay Pinkie. But we're here if you need us. By the way, did you leave your window open? I think the wind might have knocked something over." Mrs. Cake informed her.

"Probably. I'll take care of it." Pinkie replied with a sigh and meandered to her room.

When she entered her room she noticed that the window was in fact open, and that her lamp was on the floor. So she went over to her window and shut it, blocking out some or the sun filtering in and picked up her lamp and placed it back on her nightstand.

She then noticed that the door to her room was now closed.

'Did somepony come in?' She pondered. Suddenly her tail twitched and her spine shuddered as if chilly. She turned around just I time to see the horrible visage of a bat pony. It's hooves looked as if they torn from their sockets and its flesh was seared almost charcoal black.

Before she could flee or even scream, she was trapped in a viselike embrace, one of its wings stuffed itself into Pinkie's mouth.

This was really happening this time, this was real; not a dream. Fear overtook her as tears streamed down her face and her body shook violently. Then it spoke into her ear.

It was a soft, delicate whisper, like silk and honey, which said, "I'm so sorry Pinkie, but I need your help. I need to feed to heal myself, I'll show as much restraint as I possibly can. Try to enjoy it, if you can."

Pinkie closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, all hope but a shadow. She then felt a pair of fangs sink slowly, gently, into the base of her neck. It hurt, at first, but slowly the pain ebbed away as she felt her blood being sucked out. Then something strange happened, the burnt and maimed bat pony began to feel fuzzy again. She heard, literally heard flesh and bone regenerate. Then when she could no longer feel or smell even the slightest hint of raw, burnt flesh, she peaked an eye open to see her assailant.

Before her was a magnificent pegasus mare, beautiful and serene. Her coat vibrant and soft, like golden silk. Her main and tail shared the texture quality, it was a soft pink. But what threw Pinkie off was the size of the mare. She was built slender and elegant, much like one of the Princesses, and nearly as tall. She guessed she was taller than twilight, but shorter than Luna.

She suddenly felt a strong attraction; the pain in her neck suddenly became pleasure as a soft tongue edged around her puncture wounds. With a soft moan she asked, "Fluttershy? Is this you?"

Startled from her trance, Fluttershy slowly pulled out, giving her fangs a final lick which made them gleam like exquisite pearls. She shied away from Pinkie, her crimson eyes glistened with shame as she profusely began to sob and apologize. Even her voice had gotten a makeover as her tone managed to make Pinkie swoon.

Despite having been drained a fair amount, Pinkie still felt fine, perhaps a little sleepy and sultry, but otherwise fine. Cautiously she inched toward Fluttershy, and even though she was terrified, in that moment Pinkie knew it was Fluttershy shining through and that she wasn't even aware of what was going of fully either.

'I can actually think and focus more clearly without all that extra blood pumping into my brain.' Pinkie casually thought to herself.

"Hey…I-it'll be okay. I'll help you through this. I mean you're still Fluttershy underneath it all, right?" Pinkie asked with a weak smile. Fluttershy looked up into Pinkie's sky blue eyes and slowly nodded.

That gaze of Fluttershy’s was so hypnotic and alluring and Pinkie’s her heart began to race as she stared back into those very same eyes. Pinkie couldn’t take it any longer, this sudden feeling swelling within her chest as she gazed at the gorgeous mare before her.

“Poor, Fluttershy. Poor, poor…Fluttershy.” Pinkie breathed as she inched closer to Fluttershy, her muzzle quivering as she leaned in and softly began to sprinkle kisses along the side of Fluttershy’s face and neck. Fluttershy was startled at the sudden affection and recoiled with a blush.

“Pinkie! Wha-what are you…humf!?” and suddenly their lips were locked, Pinkie taking the lead as Fluttershy gave into the sensation, leaning into the kiss as they let their tongues dance rhythmically to each other’s tempo.

For the next several hours, time seemed to creep to a halt as the two were overcome by euphoria.