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North Woods NightMares - Starfighter



The NightMare project as it came to be known augmented a set of large bodied mares from the north to conduct counter-piracy ops. This is a story of one of those mares and her determined supporter.

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Chapter 39: Night-Mare Fuel

Author's Note:

If you read chapter 38 before this chapter was published, we found the wrong draft of 38 was published. It is highly recommend to give chapter 38 another visit to ensure you get the N.C. Mares reviewed and approved Recce!

Will somecreature convince this mare she is confused and ignoring obvious signs?!? Stop taking your job so seriously Recce!

Recce gripped either side of Polaris’s pistol holster with her free hoof. Worn, chipped claws snapped the belt clean off, nearly crushing PW’s pelvis in the process. The already-bruised stallion began to fear for his life.

She inspected the weapon and her eyes went wide. “Stallion and West?” She whispered.

She glared at him and sat down with a dull *thud*. She snatched his saddle-bags and dragged him by the mane between her thighs and into a headlock. Polaris’s mind debated pleading for mercy or shutting down functions in preparation for its destruction.

“Wait! Wait, please! It’s not what you think!” PW gasped, trying his best to wriggle out of Recce’s grasp.

The yielding flesh gave way to toned muscle and his words were lost as his headache worsened.

She dumped the contents of his saddle-bag and gave a low whistle at the satchel charges and flashbang grenades. “Fancy stuff! If I didn’t know any better…”

She yanked the pin from a flash grenade and brought it to his muzzle.

“No, wai—!” Was all he could say before she grabbed his chin and shoved it between his teeth. His jaw strained against the metal and he winced in pain.

“I’d say it looks a lot like stuff *I* use! But, I have all mine.” She continued to rummage through the gear, all the while a faint clicking rattled PW’s teeth.

“Maps of the operation!” Recce gave a menacing chuckle. “A-and a radio?

The clicking went faster.

Recce sniffed and swallowed hard. “Well! I don’t think I even need to ask where you got this.” The stallion’s eyes shrank as the charge entered its final rhythm, indicating its imminent detonation and the end of his life.

“Leff me eff-plain!” He hollered as best he could.

Recce did nothing and with a groan PW shut his eyes tight.

‘… 2… 1…’

His eyes shot open and he cried out as the grenade was ripped from his teeth and crushed in Recce’s claws. She released him but, despite her mass, was on her hooves and overtop of him in less than a second.

“...Try.” She growled, digits clicking in and out of their sockets. It was difficult to tell if they were caked in mud or blood.

PW coughed and tried to clear the cobwebs from his vision. “Frosty! I’m with Frosty. On mission– “ Was all he managed to croak until he found his mouth plugged with cloth. Recce tied a rope around PW’s barrel and wings. “Ugh!” He moaned, the rope being tied so tightly it was crushing his organs.

“Is that so?” She eyed him. “You know an awful lot for cartel. The off-chance you’re telling the truth is the only reason you’re still breathing.”

PW tried to speak through the gag but his murmurs were swiftly brought to a halt under Recce’s withering glare and a hoof on his windpipe.

“Shut. Up.”

Now it became clear why Frosty feared her. Polaris harkened back to basic training. ‘If I don’t want to die, I’d better be perfect. She’s on a mission; no time for prisoners as-is.’

“On your hooves.” She commanded, hoisting him up.

He fought the pain and disorientation and stood to attention as best as he could. Recce gave him a sidelong glance and walked right up to Polaris, until her head and chest were directly over his head. He tried his best to hide his pained wheezing and stared straight ahead as he would in drill. If he couldn’t tell her, maybe he could show her that he wasn’t her enemy.

She squinted and turned to re-pack the scattered contents of his saddle-bag, leaving him to sigh in relief.

Recce next took a lead in her hands and tied it to the rope holding PW’s wings down.

“Move it.” She barked, trudging away and yanking her quarry.

PW couldn’t help but hiss in pain and nearly collapsed in trying to match her pace. He was certain that he was on thin-enough ice and, determined to reunite with Frosty, trotted until he came into step at Recce’s right flank. A part of him was glad for the gag because it gave him something to bite as he forced his aching muscles on. She glanced at him but said nothing, stomping through the undergrowth to Celestia-knows-where.

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