A Second Chance

by Blitz Stratus

Chapter 10 Spiders and Vomit

"Let me guess your phobia of spiders." Trixie sighed.

"No it's that their mistress has a rather strong affection towards me and her appearance is

rather unnerving to say the least." Pale shuddered. "But Trixie if you want I will come with

you." He said with a caring grin.

"You would do that for me?"

"Of course what are friends for." Pale laughed as they trotted to the entrance of the massive

nest.

After much walking Trixie realized another reason Pale must hate this nest. For one you had

to keep moving, if you stopped for a second your hooves would become tangled in the sticky

silk. Then you would fall victim to the mass of spiders that encircled them, their mandibles

dripping with green venom. Then there was the second reason, most of the tunnels, like the

one they were traveling down, where just large enough for her and Pale to barely fit down.

"Please tell me where getting close." Trixie groaned as her she kicked off some silk from one

of her hind hooves.

"Hopefully, I really dislike being down here." Pale said with a shudder.

"You do know where we're going right?"

"I do it's just the thought of having to be near those oozing mandibles is......unnerving me."

"Is she really that frightening to be around?"

"For me Trixie, it is every time." Pale sighed, as they ventured ever deeper into the nest.

There was a moment of silence between them as Trixie tried to clear her mind of the

image of a creature that could frighten the Pale pony. Most were things that didn't

seem possible of existing. Their bodies of ilk and evil, their jaws dripping and glistening

with toxins that ran thick from their fangs. As if by instinct she violently shook her head,

trying to lose the beast that now hung in her mind.

"So why is this thing I need down here?" Trixie questioned, as tried to take her mind of

of this spider mistress.

"Because most mortals that come down here searching get eaten by her underlings."

"How do they get down here?"

"Because her nest might lay in Purgatory but there are tunnel's that reach to the surface.

"Oh. Well I see that doesn't really discourage any pony, judging by the amount of skeleton's."

Trixie said with a shiver.

"Yes it seems that way." Pale sighed. "What a waste of young life. Always over stepping

when they should hold back." He said as he came to a halt to examine one of the still

armored skeleton.

"What are you doing Pale?" Trixie asked as she came and stood beside him.

"Do you know about the art of necromancy Trixie?" Pale asked, as oil like smoke began to

seep from his frame. "Because you're about to see a excellent example." He growled, as the

patches of smouldering flesh crackled and popped as wisps of flames burned there way

through creating small patches of fire along his coat.

Trixie quickly stumbled backwards as the small patches of flames that burned a top Pales coat,

erupted into a apocalyptic blaze, consuming Pale and the skeletons that laid in front of him

in a massive wall of fire. Hotter and hotter the tunnel became as the air within her lungs began

to boil and expand. Trixie's vision began to blur as smoke bellowed and filled the ever darkening

tunnel. Then from the blaze, hooves began to emerge. The fire's might dwindled as more pony's

stepped through the flame's. With a rush of cool air Trixie found herself able to breath but unable

to stand.

"Do you Neeeeed Heellp MisS." A raspy voice asked, as Trixie found a armored hoof expended

to her.

"Pale what did you do?" Trixie said in awe at the sight before her.

Six pony's stood before Trixie, their eye's ablaze with fire, their body's cover in gleaming black

armor. Each one of them was armed with different and deadly looking weapons strapped to their

backs. The leader, which trotted up next to his misted maned comrade, smiled at her, as his

leathery wings twitched with new life.

"This Trixie is necromancy." He chuckled, as he snorted fire through his black helm.

"Umm hold that thought." Trixie groaned, as bile welled up her esophagus.

"Your not going to throw up are you?" Pale questioned, as the sound of concern wash over

his voice.

"Probably." She wheezed, tasting her stomach acid as it toyed with entering her muzzle.

"Soldiers move up." Pale ordered. "Trixie come on we need to hurry."

"Give me a *burp* second." Trixie bleached, as she tried to control her stomach.

Pale just sighed as light flickered from underneath his helm, illuminating his partially concealed

muzzle in a soft glow. Careful not to upset Trixie's stomach he lifted her from the ground and rested

her on his armor clad back. Then being gentle, so he wouldn't end up with vomit on himself, softly

trotted to catch up with his reanimated guards.

"Can't I just *bleach* rest for a little Pale?"

"Trixie that would be the last thing you want to do right now." Pale retorted, as the armored pony's

came into view.

"*burp* Why would it?"

"Trixie when you first arrived in purgatory you had trouble moving correct?"

"Yes but how does that *burp* relate to anything?"

"Trixie it mean's as of right now you have less of a chance of ever being able to leave this place."

Pale sighed.

"Wait what!" Trixie shouted, as her stomach issues suddenly ceased. "You mean I might be stuck

here forever."

"Yes. Now if you can't walk I'll carry you but..."

"No I can walk but we need to hurry." Trixie said, as she quickly slide from Pale's back and onto her own

four hooves.

"Troops keep up with me and protect the mare at all cost." Pale ordered, as he began to gallop with Trixie

close behind him. They would need to find the center of the nest and fast if Trixie wanted to see Equestria

again.

Comments

[horses are fuckin weird]

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how do we tell him