A mare and her dog

by cammera


<title>ti sca ime scal - two fragmen _ A WHOR and her FUCKTO-- -FIMFiction.net</title>

Quibra was running. He didn't know what from, as turning his head would've been a risk of misstepping, but he ran.

Nothing large enough to project such a shadow could be good news. Especially not when he carried two wounded people and was wounded himself.

Mariela coughed blood over his shoulder, probably dying. He tried, not very successfully, to ignore the wet feeling of the blood seeping into his armor, down his back.

He ran, from a multitude of things. Shadows neared him, in memories and in reality, and he ran as fast as he could.

-º-

It was the shaking that woke up Mirria.

Her first reflex was to take out the cloth over her muzzle, but she recognized as an improvised dust mask when her hooves were still in their way to the knot.

She looked around and saw, despite the painful sensation in his eyes, noticed a source of light. She walked to it,n not wanting to fly in a place so dark and, it seemed, filled with sharp surfaces.

She kept walking. At some point, her legs grew tired and she had to fly, a slow and methodical thing. The exit of the tunnel was, it seemed, to the roof of the sleeper's temple. All of it trembled, as if about to crush, and a stream of monks were escaping its gates.

Slowly, memories poured in.

A choked sound escaped her throat. Her head wiped around, searching what she knew she wouldn't find.

There was only dust.

She flew up, to the hole in the ceiling of the big church.

"...hear, hear! Hear ye me, come to this land of the living and take it!" She heard, a sound that didn't seem to bother with her ears. "The blood of a king, pure and corrupt!"

She headed for the speaking beast, fearing the worst.

A king, pure and corrupt.

No.

-º-

Applejack's eyes opened. Pain in her legs assaulted her immediately, but she didn't relent to the waves of unconsciousness that washed against her.

The world moved, far too much. She could feel an almost burning heat coming from the metallic surface she was over.

"Wha..." A wave of nausea assaulted her, the effort of talking too much. "Winona?"

"Don't know," Said someone she didn't quite recognize. "Hadn't entered room when it exploded. You are hurt, Rest." he said, clearly lacking air.

"She... ll be fine," she managed a weak smile.

-º-

Spike jumped out of the hand's way, flaming it as he did. The other hand, clenched into a fist, tried to crush him. He held a claw up and, with great effort and bulging muscles, fought against the hand's strength.

"The dragon, toy for the queen of queens!" said the giant "Mere slave for her of twin minds!"

"Shut!" He felt his shape want to change, straps of his armor straining against it, and fire spiraled out of his chest and into his arm and legs "Up!" he shouted, a ball of fire exploding out of his hand and tearing the hand from it's arm. It flew away, trails of smoke after it.

"Small fucktoy, are you not? So strong, yet still a boy," The face approached him, a cruel grin in its lips "Meat for me to beat, nothing else."

It was tan, lacking of any kind of fur. The lips were red, too thin to cover the maw under them, and most of its head seemed to be covered with some kind of drape, millions of minuscule bells hanging from it.

"I am sure you heard, I saw the universe die," It wasn't the tongueless mouth that talked, but the bells. They resonated with each other, generating complex tones "Do you want to know what is its goodbye?" it whispered, the voice surprisingly soft. "I even could tell you what comes after," The arm he had damaged before came from out of the robes it wore. It had a hand again now, and it was approached to him palm first "Do you not want to know? Give me the princess, and I will tell you. A good offer, is it not?"

"Fuck you!" He breathed flame at it and ran backwards, away from it, under the cover of the smoke.

Twilight didn't move, her eyes dilated in pain and ears erected.

"I am sorry," He used his flame on her, despite knowing how painful it was, and sent her away to safety.

"Ha! Boy, you are not unlike a moth," It stood to its full height again, the silks of its robes -not an individual garment, but over a dozen of individual drapes, collars, and belts- whispering with its every move. "When will you grow wings?"

Good idea. His body wanted to shift, after all, to adapt to the creature that threatened his treasure. He let the carefully wrapped emotions run free across his mind, filling him with a single desire.

He'd defend his treasure. He'd keep it safe, and happy, against the treasure's will if necessary. He felt his flesh expand, muscles bulge and break his armor, bones shifting painfully to new positions. Green flame emerged from his mouth and made spirals around his extremities, burning scales for them to grow thicker and stronger. The metal of his armor melted at their contact and, prepared for such a thing, its spells passed to his scales.

No one would hurt Twilight.