Dark Secrets
Different ponies sob differently. Some ponies sob loudly, uncontrollably. Some cry softly, discretely. Some ponies can “cry ugly”. That one is very painful to see. Their face contorted in pure despair and sadness...
It was the face Snow Flake had. Her mouth was wide, like somepony who sobbed louder than Princess Luna in her Royal Canterlot Voice, but the sobs coming from her were quieter even than Fluttershy meeting a stranger.
Normally ponies won't go out in public and cry. Even loud sobbers tend to shut themselves away. But Snow was right there in the park, sitting on a bench, crying harder than I've ever seen anypony cry before.
The warmth of the sun disappeared. Instead of a warm, late-Spring day, it was a cold mid-winter night in the Crystal Empire. The grass beneath my hooves turned to rock hard ice and the trees around shed their leaves.
A shudder went down my spine, the mental chill of seeing the most popular mare in school reduced to streaks of salty water, snot and a destroyed mane surpassing the pseudo-winter's chill. Normally, I'd avoid her for fear of being made fun of. But, that day, I walked up to her.
A lot of author's, when they write, make time slow down. Perhaps their own personal experiences helped them describe it, because it was happening to me. My hooves seemed to take hours to hit the ground once I lifted them.
The chirping birds seemed to chirp once a day instead of once every ten seconds. The families and friends walking on pathways seemed to be enjoying every detail of the park for weeks. Chariots went from miles per hour to inches per month.
But it all sped back up once I stood two feet from Snow Flake. From behind, she was pretty, despite her mane. She seemed petite and gentle, something every stallion enjoyed. Her light blue tail curled up slightly, hiding her white flank partially.
Most colts gawked at her rear, but I didn't. I quickly drew my attention up. As I stepped around, my eyes got closer and closer to hers. She didn't seem to notice me with her head in her hooves, so I reached out and touched her.
Her head snapped up and she fell silent quickly. She opened her mouth, most likely to call me a name or shoo me away, but no words came. Instead, she reached out. I sat down next to her and wrapped my hooves tightly around her.
She let me hold her, head on my neck, quietly crying as she squeezed me. She whimpered words that I couldn't understand – perhaps they weren't words at all – and kept crying. I stroked her mane as gently as I could, letting her use my shoulder.
I don't know exactly how long had passed. The sun was setting when she finally pulled back. My guess was three or four hours had just slipped away, but I couldn't complain, seeing as I was consoling an obviously broken mare.
“Thank you...” She hugged me again, squeezing me tightly. “I'm sorry...for all the names I call you...how I tell lies...I'm sorry...you don't deserve it...” She buried her face in my blue and white mane, trying not to cry anymore.
“It's okay, Snow Flake...can I ask why you were crying?” I asked gently. I heard a soft whimpered, so I closed my mouth, rubbing her back gently, humming a soothing tune.
“My mother died,” she whimpered nearly inaudibly. “She died this morning...” She sobbed louder, gripping me so tight I thought I might choke. But I didn't pull away. She was broken and possibly on the verge of giving up.
I had to be there for her. Even if she tortured me more than any other pony ever had.
Both of my parents were well and alive, but I had recently lost somepony very close to me. “I understand how you feel,” I cooed. “Two weeks ago, I lost my little brother. He was so young...not even old enough for school, yet he died...”
I teared up, remembering everything. It all started when I got off school. I had gotten home at the same time Mom, Dad and little Fireball had. They had just bought groceries and asked me to watch Fireball. Of course I did, I loved that runt.
I lifted him onto my back and carried him into the backyard. There was a swing set, obstacle course and a shooting range. The latter two I created with scrapes of wood, rubber, paper and various metals, the former my parents bought when I was a foal.
Fireball was good with magic...well, not exactly. He often would steal my textbooks and eat pages out. Somehow he could do whatever spells were on the page. He never did them on purpose and there wasn't ever any order to how they came out, but he did them and he did them easily.
That's why I took him to the obstacle course first, because he had eaten an agility spell that morning. I was expecting him to be able to use it since it was the only one he had eaten in a while, but I was wrong...so very wrong.
I set him down and he started running through the track clumsily. I sighed in slight disappointment and turned around to check out the shooting range so I could practice blast spells when I heard the shriek of an eagle.
Or what I thought was an eagle. As I looked up, I saw a giant Gryphon diving at high speed toward me. Thinking he wouldn't stop, I dove to the side, trying to dodge, but, again, I was wrong. At the last second, his wings flared.
He sped forward and grabbed Fireball, right in his talons. I never heard a scream so blood-curdling. It was a cry of pure terror, a cry that nopony should ever have to hear, especially when it comes from your own flesh and blood.
I saw him flapping away at break-neck speed. At that moment, something in me snapped. I blacked out, but the events came back to me over the course of a few days. My Dad, who was in the Royal Guard, said he had never seen the vehemence he saw in me.
I charged my magic and a pair of black wing sprouted on my back. In one flap, I was in the air. With a thrust, I was flying forward, wings going at an insane speed as I slowly caught up to the beast who held my little brother.
I gain on him, feet by feet, yard by yard, meter by meter until I finally caught up to him. I gained a slight amount of altitude and plunged down on him. An aura wrapped around his throat, choking him as I beat him senselessly.
Over and over, my hoof collided with his face. Within a few seconds, he beak was all but gone, his eyes swollen shut and loud yelps of pain spitting out of his throat. He tried to curse at me, but I ripped his tongue out.
He slammed into the ground, Fireball beneath him. At the time, I didn't notice. Using my teeth, I started ripping out all his feathers. With two powerful stomps, his wings snapped. Again and again, I crushed his wings, turning them into powder.
He flailed in pain, but it only spurred me on. He was getting more and more exposed as I tore away all of his feathers. He screamed and I smiled maniacally. When, finally, his body was bare, I charged my magic, splitting his chest open.
A long chain construct appeared, pinning down his claws and paws. I looked hungrily into his chest, deciding which organs to tear out first. I never made that decision. Instead, I decided not to tear out his heart and that I would use magic to prevent bleeding.
After I poured my magic into him, my face dove into him. My teeth yanked at organs that no pony had, having functions I knew nothing about, yet I still tore at them, not caring how loudly he screamed, only wanting to make him regret grabbing my brother.
After most of his organs were gone, I pulled back, my face surely covered in blood. My hoof ran itself down his barren body, thinking of what to do next. It decided to break every bone in his body. First the lion paws near its rear.
It moved up so slowly, decimating each and every little part of the skeleton. As it reached his face, it stopped. With a possessed smile, I brought my hoof right to his crotch, stepping on it hard, watching his face contort in an expression of pure anguish.
The adrenaline pumping through me was delicious. There were so many chemicals in my brain going off that I couldn't control myself. What I did next...what I did next was icing on my cake of vengeance. It was the only thing I thought could make it better.
Thankfully, my hooves hadn't crushed anything like they had his wings. I licked my lips and brought my rear up to his face. My balls dangled above his mouth teasingly, evilly, letting him know exactly how far I was willing to go.
Had I gotten rid of his lungs, esophagus and stomach, he'd be dead and couldn't be able to swallow. I heard him gulp loudly an it egged me on. I dipped my sack right into his bloody maw, forcing him to suck them.
As my tool left its sheath, I groaned, the pleasure he was giving me astronomical. By the time it was fully erect, pre-cum had coated the tip. I chuckled darkly and slowly went back between his legs. I said nothing, but he stared at me in horror.
I pressed my tip right against his anus, wiggling around an a circle to coat his entrance. I wasted no time pushing forward, slowly ripping him open. I shut my eyes, feeling his pulse and warm body massaging my cock.
I groaned softly, pushing in deeper and deeper. It felt so good, but so bad. His hole was dry and it made it slightly painful. I spat on my dick and shoved forward, the lube softening the blow on the last few inches of my shaft.
I thrusted in and out slowly, my rod getting more slick by the second. I moaned quietly, slowly thrusting faster and faster. I could feel him trying to push me out, but I refused to let that happen by thrusting deeply into him.
It felt so wonderful, how hot his insides were. I opened my eyes and saw him crying. He looked at me beggingly. Stop, his eyes whimpered. Please, stop. I only responded by burying myself deep inside of him, climaxing hard.
Everything in me – my rage, my pain, my sexual desire – pumped deep into his body. I could feel my own semen pushing on me. I let it slip my tool out of his hole, the sticky white still spurting to coat him slightly.
That was when I had returned. The normal me. I saw him lying there, eyes rolling back into his head. His chest stopped rising and falling and his heart stopped beating. A single tear rolled down his cheek at the last moment.
I didn't stare in horror at what I had done. My parents were already doing that. I saw them standing off to the side, mouths hung open. I saw the orange hoof of Fireball sticking out from under the dead Gryphon and walked over.
I flipping the brute off and looked at the crushed, but still breathing, body of my little brother. I lifted him as gently as I could with an aura and examined him. He was a goner. I knew it. He was bleeding internally and has lost a good amount of blood.
I carried him over to Mom and Dad and he coughed. He looked up into my eyes and mouthed “Thank you” before looking at our parents. I watched him mouth “I love you” before he, again, looked at me. “I love you, too...it wasn't your fault...”
With that, he died. He went limp, no longer breathing. His eyes didn't move and the color left from his face. Mom started to cry, but Dad just remained silent. He held Mom consolingly, not even giving me a second look.
Eventually, we decided to bury him in the yard. Not only was it cheaper, but he'd be much closer to home. We held no funeral. Not a proper one at least. Aunts and uncles came, but that was about it. A cousin or two along with a could grandparents.
The Royal Guard took the body back to his family and we've had nothing more than a short apology letter from his parents. Turns out he was only a teen acting tough for his friends, who disappeared shortly after the incident.
After the nightmare finished playing back in my mind, I felt Snow Flake pull away. “Y...your little brother? I...I'm so sorry...I didn't know...”
What she did next surprised me even more than the hug she gave me. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine in only my third kiss ever. The other two were earned in a game of Spin The Bottle at a school dance.
But hers...hers was genuine. I could feel gratitude behind her kiss. She was thanking me for being there when she was weak, sharing a part of my life with her when she shared a part of hers. Her hoof instantly went down and touched the inside of my thigh, sending a shiver up my spine.
After a whole minute, she broke away. “Be at the track tonight at ten. I'll be waiting.” She kissed me again, this time on the cheek before spreading her wings and flapping away at high speed. I noticed a small glitter in her eye, but I didn't know what it was there for.
I went home and ate a quick dinner, telling my parents I was going to take a run at the track to clear my mind. They nodded in approval and I left, trotting North towards the school. It was five miles away and I could have taken the carriage, but I chose to either walk or teleport.
I checked my watch and saw it was still a little before ten. I looked around and walked to the track, starting to go around it at a slow trot. My eyes looked both ways every so often, checking for Snow Flake, a Lunar Guard or a domestic security officer.
After ten more minutes, ten o'clock on the nose, she appeared. She glided down slowly, blue eyes glittering under the beautiful moonlight as she drew closer and closer to me. I noticed a softly glowing vial tied around her neck that shown with soft iridescence.
She landed gracefully, her mane done, the signs of earlier all but gone. She smiled widely and quickly pulled me into a hug. “Hey, Night Shield. I almost thought you wouldn't come...” She kissed my cheek before pulling away.
She grabbed at the vial, or vials, around her neck. “One for me and one for you. Can't be too cautious...” She yanked them off, putting on in my hoof, pouring hers down her gullet quickly. She shuddered as she threw it on the ground and crushed it.
“Uh, what's this?” I asked dumbly.
“Oh, dear Luna, I guess I was right when I called you a virgin...it's a contraceptive. Mine makes a mare infertile and yours makes a stallion sterile...for a day, at least.” She shuddered again. “Fuck, I hate that taste...”
I stared at her in confusion, then realization. “What?! Oh, Snow Flake, I knew you were evil but...really? You're going to come here and pretend you'll let me mount you? After what I did back in the park?! How dare-”
She tackled me to the ground, lips on mine to shut me up. “I'm not kidding, Shield...I want you to mount me. I owe you. You comforted me, so I owe you. Just...promise not to tell anypony...that...well, you'll find out...”
She slowly got off me and helped me up. “So...you're going to let me mount you? So you can thank me? Snow Flake, you don't have to do this. Just...please leave me alone, okay? When you say that stuff...it really hurts. Even if I pretend it doesn't.”
“But that's another reason I want you to do it! So I know you forgive me! I...I'm so sorry for doing that...come on, Night Shield, you know that you want to. Not because it's me, but because, well, isn't that all you colts think about?” she said with a giggle.
I shrugged. “Some of us...” I sighed and opened the vial with an aura. “I'll do it, but you better not be pulling a prank on me or anything.” I downed the liquid in one gulp, the flavor exploding in my mouth. It was like a nice tart Granny Smith apple, my favorite kind, too.
“Huh, wasn't too nasty for me. Maybe it's because of the hormones or something...oh well.” I looked at her casually. “So, where do you want to do this? By the bleachers? Behind a wall or tree?” She blushed. “Oh, so you didn't think that far ahead?”
She shook her head and I grabbed her hoof, slowly dragging her behind me as I walked towards the outdoor locker rooms. Luckily, the custodian left the door unlocked and I pushed it open, stepping in and making my way to the showers quickly.
I turned a few of them on and went to the far corner, seeing Flake looking about. “You don't have to pull out if you don't want to. You know, since we have the stuff.” She smiled and kissed my cheek lightly. “And thank you again, Shield. You deserve this.”
She turned her plot towards me and lifted her tail up, pushing it to the side, giving me a full view of her dripping nethers. “Dear Luna, heat must be killing you!” I walked up and put my hooves around her flank, propping myself up on her.
“It is...hey, uh...I..I've never said this to anypony but...I...I kind of like you, Shield. That's why I always messed with you, so I wouldn't have to come to terms with my feelings for you. Now one of my biggest fantasies is about to come to fruition...” I heard her giggle and she spread her legs slightly more.
“So, you really want to mate with me?” She nodded, my brain sending electricity down my back, helping my tool peek out of his sheath. “Well, everypony fantasizes about mounting you. How many of them have have had their dreams come true?” I asked as my tip poked against her folds.
She gasped sharply. Her forelegs nearly collapsed under her, forcing me to wrap a hoof around her neck to help her stay up. “In me...please put it in me, Shield...you don't know how bad I need and want this...”
I slowly pushed forward, her entrance already squeezing me tightly, keeping me from progressing. “Are you sensitive?” I asked quizzically. She shook her head and relaxed her walls, letting me go in a few more inches.
“Fuck! Shield, wait! Ah, fuck, I'm right on the edge!” She panted heavily letting her face drop to the floor. After a brief moment, she stood upright again.
“You can have more than one orgasm, Snow Flake. From what I've read, some mares can orgasm ten times before they get tired. So, let me take you over the edge. You're on a bungee cord, so you'll come back and I can push you over the edge again and again. How's that sound?”
I leaned into her ear, remembering a few of the erotica and how verbal teasing could make a mare orgasm. “I'm going to make you my mare tonight, Snow. You're going to moan and scream and beg me for more and I'm going to give it to you.”
She visibly shuddered at my whispered and I kept going as I slipped deeper into her. Just as my medial ring was about to slide in, something stopped me. I pushed forward a little and felt the resistance still there. “You're a virgin?” I squeaked.
She blushed and nodded. “Don't tell anypony...they all think I've rocked tons of colts' worlds. Please just keep it a secret and I'll let you mount me every night.” She whimpered softly and hid behind her angelic blue mane.
“No, no, I won't do that,” I cooed, slowly pulling back. “Just this one time and that's it. In fact, we don't have to finish, you can keep your virginity.”
“No! Take it, Shield! There's nopony I want – FUCK – more than you to take it!” She shuddered viciously. “Oh, please, be my first! It's not heat talking, I swear...just do it...” She tensed her body. “I'm ready, Night Shield...”
With a powerful thrust, I destroyed her hymen. She howled softly in pain, forelegs finally giving out and dropping her upper body to the ground. “Son of a bitch...that hurt so much more than I thought it would...”
“I'll wait until the pain subsides...” I stretched my head down and pecked her cheek gently. “You know, you're so beautiful...an angel in my eyes.” I twisted her head back with an aura and pecked her lips. “So I'm going to treat you how an angel should be treated.”
I kissed her again, more passionately, gyrating my hips slightly. As she moaned, I smiled. Although I was as deep inside of her as I could go, I pressed in, rubbing my crotch against her plot. She groaned and I felt her walls clamp down.
The temperature increased, burning my shaft. Her pulse was thumping off me, sending a shudder up my spine with each and every beat. Her lips fell from mine, eyes rolling back in another moan. “Oh, fuuuuck...”
I smiled and kissed her again, slowly pulling my tool back, making her moan louder. By the time my medial ring popped back out of her, she was shaking so intensely, I was sure she was having a seizure of pleasure.
I finally got my tip out of her and released her, letting her fall to the tile. I wasn't finished yet, but I was letting her regain composure so she could be in full awareness when I started the next, and most likely, final part.
She panted for at least one whole minute before she looked up at me with a wide grin. “Oh, Night Shield, thank you so much! That felt...that felt wonderful! I...I...how was your orgasm? Was it as good as mine?”
I shook my head. “I haven't orgasmed yet...” Her face registered shock and I kissed her gently, a small sigh escaping my throat. “I'm actually not a virgin...technically. I wasn't fully aware when I first had sex...”
“Wait, what? Somepony drugged you?” she squawked.
“Oh, no! No! I...” I sighed. “My little brother was snatched up by a Gryphon. I snapped and went after him. I beat him and raped him.” I shuddered. “He was our age...only showing off for his friends. I don't regret what I did, but I wish it had ended differently...”
“Well...somepony tried to rape me last year...he was just starting to mount me and I kicked as I hard as I could. I hit him right in the throat and he died a few minutes later. He was an escaped convict from Mount Max...you know, that secret prison they built inside the mountain?” she replied.
I nodded. “So we both have dark secrets. We both know each others. But it's in the past. Let's not dwell on it.” I leaned down and nibbled her ear. “I'm very very horny and I want to cum so badly...” I kept nibbling her ear and felt her hoof touching my shaft.
“You're big....I've seen a few and...fuck, you're big...” She moaned gently. “Please put it in, Shield. I'm begging you, put it in...”
I didn't hesitate and went back inside. She seemed hotter and wetter and much more ready. I could feel her insides massaging me ever so gently and I lost control. I started thrusting with gusto, my balls slapping against her with force.
At first, she yelped in pain, but she quickly got over it and was moaning and begging me to go faster and faster. And I did. I didn't want to disappoint her. Before long, he walls were clamping down hard, her second orgasm much more powerful than her first.
She screamed loudly, making me rut her while she orgasmed, the extra pressure exactly what I needed to climax hard. I drove my fifth leg deep into her depths, the burning seed shooting out as my flare stretched and plugged her hole.
I could feel the pressure trying to shove me out, but I refused to let it. I pushed in as hard as I could and held her tight, not letting go, even when she struggled. After a few seconds, she stopped and relaxed her body, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out.
I felt each rope of sperm shoot out and paint her insides. Each twitch brought new pleasure to me and, apparently, to her. She squeezed and relaxed her legs, milking each and every drop from my balls. By the time I finished completely, I felt weak.
“Oh, fuck, Night Shield....that...that was amazing...thank you...thank you so much.” She reached up and pulled my head down, kissing me deeply, slowly stroking my back. “I don't want to say this but...I love you. I bucking love you after tonight...”
I chuckled. “I wish you meant that in another way...oh well, I can't win every battle.” I kissed her cheek and slowly pulled out of her, my semen pouring out of her quickly. “Tonight didn't happen, for your sake. But, if you ever need comfort, you can always come back...”
She smiled and hugged me. “I definitely will...hey...um...I...I changed my mind...I...” She blushed and looked away. “I want to be your marefriend. Will you let me, or would you-”
Just like she did to me, I kissed her and shut her up. I lifted her into my hooves, hugging her lovingly. “Yes,” I said once I pulled away. “I will. And you better not forget what I did tonight, earlier, ever. And you better tell your friends that I rocked your world.”
She nodded. “You better believe I will. And I'll tell them I was joking about all the colts I had before and that you were my first...and you're my only.” She giggled and kissed me gently. “Thanks for being so understanding...”
“No, thank you for letting me understand. You could have shooed me away and this never would have happened.” I pecked her cheek again. “You get home before your parents worry.” I let her go and turned, walking out of the lockers with her in tow.
As I left, I noticed the moon was setting. I chuckled. “Guess time passed a little quicker than we thought, eh, Snow Flake?” I turned back to face her, but she was gone. In her place was the most dreaded of creatures: a Changeling.