Page 1. Inky: The Mistress of the Night

Inky: The Mistress of the Night

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Enchanted comics, they seemed to spring up from nowhere. Now every nerd, filly, colt, and the occasional full grown pony would come in a comic store to buy one of the highly demanded comic.

Everypony, at some point in their lives, wants to be something much more than the average pony. Earth ponies would like to fly through the pages fighting crime, saving lives, and use magic just like any other unicorn. Unicorns would want the strength of ten times that of any earth pony; lifting whole building and throwing them halfway across the painted city. Pegasi would dream of welding the sheer power of nature and magic at their fingertips.

And with these enchanted comics all of their wildest dreams could come true. But there are other types of comics.

These types are not for the little foals that would come in, begging their parents to buy them the latest issue of the The Batmare comic series. Only those that were of legal age knew of these comics, as they were for more nightly affairs. These comics hold the power to allow the reader to bend the magic to their very will, giving them alicorn-like powers. Most have proven that they can’t handle such powers. As a result safeguards were required to be put into place, to make sure that no pony would stay in the comic forever.

Only a small hand full of ponies could wield such power and responsibilities. This is the story of one of those lucky few.

Baltimare city; Madam Nightflare’s Comic Emporium

Madam Nightflare’s Comic Emporium, one of the largest comic book store in all of Equestria, and next to Canterlot was the first to start selling enchanted comics. Madam Nightflare was well known around town as a mare with variety of tastes, as her comic store had a wide range of books some enchanted and others not.

Drama, comedy, action, adventure, you name it, Madam Nightflare will have it. Even Equestrian's more erotic stories and comics could be found in the back room. It is here where one of Equestrian's up and coming artist was hard at work finishing up her latest comic.

Inky Brush, unicorn mare fresh out of art school, had a short, inky-black mane and tail, fur as gray as a storm cloud, and a pair of white glasses hiding her silver eyes. She was wearing her typical outfit of an oversize gray sweater that had princess Luna’s royal symbol on it and a pair of black tights. Her feet shifted and slided inside of her navy-blue shoes, the same that she got on her last birthday not too long ago.

As soon as Inky heard of the new kind of comic books that was sweeping Equestria by storm, she immediately signed up for any classes that she could find to learn all she could about the new magic.

To say that Inky was a prodigy would be an understatement. As soon as Inky stepped foot in the magical art class, she understood everything about the new magic. Inky had even impressed the professor about how well she understood the lessons and techniques. She was one of the first to find a new job in the enchantment industry and she even had her own comics out on the shelves.

Madam was so impressed by the mare’s work ethic and skills that she had Inky her own space so she could work in private. Inky was a talented artist and writer as well. Comedy, action, and slapstick was her major areas of expertise.

Well mostly,

“Almost done,” Inky whispered to herself. For the last few months Inky had been hard at work creating another living world of ink and pleasure, but this one would be different than the others. While most of the newly enchanted comics would allow the reader, and any other to jump right in the action, Inky’s would not only allow the reader to do just so, but also it would be another adventure each time.

The holy cup of all enchanted comics. This one comic could change the face of all Equestria or maybe the entire world. But Inky knew better than that. The power of this comic would quickly prove far too much for any pony to handle and the readers would abandoned their lives so that they can live in the comic.

Inky would be lying if she said that she wouldn’t like to simply stay in any of the comics, but she had her own life to live. Friends, loved ones, and reality, all of these things would be left behind if she remained inside of the comic book world. As appealing as it sounded it couldn’t--and shouldn’t-- be done.

So Inky would keep this erotic comic book aside and hidden from the world forever. It slightly pained her that no other pony could be allowed to see the masterpiece, but she knew of all the dangers that could fall because of the book.

The door to her private work space opened up to reveal a tall dark-blue and red unicorn mare wearing a tight and reliving dress standing at the doorway with her hands on her hips. “Inky, sweetie, you really mustn’t sit so close to the desk like that. You’re going to stain your back.” Madam’s voice snapped Inky back into the world of reality.

Inky looked back to the other mare, her glasses falling slightly crooked. “Oh Madam, I was just finishing something up.” she said, adjusting her glasses back on her face.

“Really? You just finished something yesterday, how much work do you put yourself through?” Madam asked walking in the room and gently closing the door behind her.

“Oh this is nothing. Just something I’m doing in my spare time.” Inky said putting the book away for later.

Madam shook her head, if she had a bit for every time Inky said that she’d been doing something in her spare time, she wouldn’t need to run the store any more. “Inky, you always going on and on about some project or another. Why don’t you go and find you a nice stallion or mare,” Madam questioned with a motherly tone that Inky trusted.

“Oh Madam its fine, really. I’m sure I’ll find the right one soon,” Inky said hiding behind her glasses. It wouldn’t be the first time Madam would try to ‘find’ the right one for her, only for that to not work out or pony would only want the same thing.

“Inky dear, you are a very beautiful mare and I’ve have caught ponies staring at you when you would come in the store.” Madam said, placing a reassuring hand on Inky’s shoulder. “And I may have caught you staring as well.”

Inky’s face became very flushed and her gray coat only help reveal her blush even more. “Madam!” Even though Inky was responsible for half of the emporium’s erotic selection, it was very easy for her to get flustered.

“Haha. Oh Inky dear, I only tease. You really must get out more often.” Madam laughed at the poor mare.

Inky’s blush only became brighter under Madam’s laughter, she really wished she could go hide in her work, but she knew that’s no way to face things like this. “So Madam, is there anything I can help you with.” Inky said dropping any emotion from her voice leaving a professional business tone.

“Oh you’re no fun. Oh well I just came here to tell you that its just about closing time so you can go home dear,” Madam said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You be good now and don’t try and have too much fun,” she said, walking out of the room to get ready to leave the store for the night.

Once Inky was sure that Madam was gone she breath out a sigh of relief. “Man I hate doing that,” She said, disappointed at how poorly she handles other ponies but she needed Madam to leave so she could finish her work. She reached into her bag her mother brought her art school and pulled out the comic book. “Alright now I’ve only got to do one more thing.”

Inky reached back into bag to pull out a small veil of off-white liquid. She got the vial in a package from a supposed fan with no return address. All there was, was the vial, and a letter explaining the meaning of the package.

Dear, Ms. Brush
This is a really big fan of your more nightly works of art. I wanted to show my appreciation for you the best way I can, so I whipped you up this here potion. This potion is something you can’t find anywhere in Equestria, and I wanted you to have it as a sign of my thanks. Now, when you drink this potion, you’ll be given the magic levels of an alicorn for a brief moment, specifically one spell’s length so use it wisely.
Oh, listen to me telling you to be careful. I’m a riot! Well I must be off, I have five mares to keep busy, you know how it is. Well bye for now.
-Your biggest fan

Inky didn’t know what to really think about the letter, something about it seemed off, but when she ran the veil through a magic scan she did find traces of some kind of magical properties. She was too close now. So close to her dream that she could see it right in front of her. Inky made up her mind, she was going to do it and live her greatest dream of being in a living and breathing comic book world.

She tore off the top of the bottle and downed the potion in one go. She was surprise that there was no taste to the potion and was somewhat disappointed to find that the potion was a fake. Inky didn’t feel any changes to her magic at all and was about to give up when a strong surge of magic over took her horn.

Inky held her sides and quickly casted the enchantment spell on the book. The book was lifted in the air by a white and gray aurora of magic and the pages started to flip through until they reached the end. The surge of magic vanished without a single trace of it being there and the erotic comic book fell to the work desk with a soft thud.

Inky sat in her seat, staring at the book and the vial on the ground. She couldn’t believe that the letter was true, the potion was real. It was incredible. For that small moment Inky actually felt like an alicorn, she felt as though she could rise the sun and lower the moon, but now it was gone.

And she didn’t care.

No, she got what she wanted, and now she can always feel like an alicorn. Inky reached for the book and held it close to her chest a wicked smile madly danced across her lips. “Finally a world to myself,” Inky whispered. She hurried to pack up her stuff for the night and run home to enjoy her world of adventures of fancy.

“Bye Madam, guys. See you all tomorrow!” Inky cheered, literally skipping out of the shop, and shocking her fellow co-workers.

“Was that Inky or does she have a twin she never talked about,” One mare asked.

“Nope that definitely was Inky.” Madam said putting a hand on her chin in thought. “Wonder what’s got her so happy?” Everypony stood in thought for a second, none of them had ever seen Inky that happy since she was nominated for that artist award. “Oh well, its good to see her excited anyway. She always so adorable.” Now that everypony could agree with.

Inky skipped all the way home and as soon as she was inside she flung herself on the couch, still as happy since she left the store. She let out a happy scream, too excited to wait to get started. She grabbed the comic book from her bag and immediately flipped to the last page.

Now all enchanted comic books had one thing in common. They all had viable spells at the end of the book that would activate the enchantment to take the reader in the book and Inky’s special book was no different. However unlike most books, Inky made sure that the spell was quite visible and very clear to read.

In the darkest of nights, with chills and frights

When evil plague the streets a mare will rise,

To defend the innocent and to claim her prize

As Mistress of the Night

The spell activated the enchantment and Inky was sucked in the comic book as it landed on a coffee table face up.

The Mistress of the Night comic book; Bell Mare

Inky slowly opened her eyes as her sense of vision came clawing back to her. She nearly jumped from pure joy, right in front of her eyes was the great steel city of Bell Mare, a city she created and would use quite often in her stories.

“I did it! I did it! I DID IT!” Inky cheered, months of hard work finally paid off. Inky quickly ran toward the waterfront to give herself a good look over. She was happy with the results to say the least.

Instead of her typical outfit she was now wearing a black hoodie, skin tight leather-gray gloves, and skinny black pants that showed off her curves. Even her mane and tail had grown in size and a slight silver line could be seen going through them.

Inky was never a fan of the usual superhero outfit: the cape, mask, and the wearing your underwear on the outside thing, wasn’t her. That’s what made her characters so believable, she wouldn’t dress them up in some silly getup just to fight crime. Why waste time changing into something that looks (and most likely) feels uncomfortable.

Since it was Inky that made the comic book she knew the ins and outs of her own powers and weaknesses, the few ones. She also wasn’t a fan of limiting her characters with some kind of unrelatable weaknesses like a rare kind of rock that glows a different color, or easily running out of power in a fight. No as the Mistress of the Night she wouldn’t have many weaknesses, at least ones that couldn’t be easily fixed.

But there was plenty of time for that right now she wants to go have some fun. Inky looked up, towards the tallest building of the whole city, and nodded. She closed her eyes for a second, focusing the magic in the book to give her wings. Two large and powerful black dragon-like wings sprouted from her hood.

With one mighty flap of the appendages, Inky was launched into the air, and rocketed toward the building with speeds that most pegasi would dream to have. The feeling of flying through the air was simply incredible. Inky had never felt so free and unburdened with the worlds concerns. She quickly reached the building and landed on the edge of pedestal. Inky stared out onto the city that she had work so hard to create.

An overwhelming sense of accompaniment like none other. As she was taking in the feeling a distant cry was picked up by her super hearing.

“Help! Somepony help me!” A mare’s voice was faintly picked up and Inky went right to work. She spread her wings and took to the skies heading directly towards the mare’s cries. In mere seconds Inky was on the scene and she saw a small earth-pony mare backed into a corner with a gang of stallions closing in on her.

Inky didn’t need to guess what the stallion where trying to do and she immediately leaped into action. “Somepony, anypony save me!” The damsel in distress cried out, having nowhere else to run.

“Hehe...no one can hear you mare. Give up and just come with us, we’ll show you how to be a real mare,” The gang leader said in a smug and arrogant attitude. The other members of the gang started to laugh along with the stallion, scaring the poor mare even more. “Now why don’t you be a good mare and just come with us.” The gang leader reached out to the frighten mare.

She covered her eyes, helpless to stop the gang’s advances any longer. She awaited the unavoidable, but a loud smacking sound and the leader's voice crying in pain made her put her arms down to see what or who saved her.

In front of the group stood Inky as she concealed most of her face underneath the hood. The mare looked down to the ground to see the gang leader knocked out and his shoulder was sticking slightly out of place.

“Who the fuck are you!” One of the stallion thugs roared, angry that somepony was dumb enough to stop them from scoring another free mare.

Inky didn’t pay the thug any attention and just turned around to the fallen mare. “Are you alright?” She asked her voice soft and almost angelic.

The mare just looked back up to Inky and a feeling of safety and another she couldn’t describe washed over her. “Who are you?” The mare asked her voice still shaken up.

“I am-”

“Hey!” Inky was interrupted by one of the stallions of the gang “I was talking to you bitch! I asked you who the fuck do you-” The stallion demands were put to an end by Inky when she flung him across the alley way and into a bunch of trash cans. Everypony just stared at Inky as she showed no emotion to the amount of power she had at her fingertips.

“Now is that anyway to treat a mare?” That’s right Inky, keep them thinking that you’re some super being that far out of their leagues. Inky told herself keeping an aura of superiority over the comic book characters.

“Does it look like we care? You’re dead bitch!” Another one of the stallions said, charging at Inky. She just stood there not moving or showing any interest in stopping the stallion’s fist. Suddenly, just as the stallion reached Inky, she disappeared from view, then for seamlessly no reason at all the stallion collapsed to the ground holding his midsection in pain. Inky then re-appeared standing behind the stallion’s fallen body, not a trace of worry or stress on her face. Nothing.

The other members of the gang quickly wised up and fled for their lives, leaving their friend’s bodies on the ground. Inky allow a small giggle of victory escape her lips as she turned back around to the mare still on the ground. The mare just stared at Inky in shocked disbelief. Inky reached out a friendly hand, but the mare flinched still scared from the near rape experience.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” Inky said in a soft voice that seemed to reach the mare.

“W-who are you,” She asked taking Inky’s hand.

“Me? Why I’m just your friendly-neighborhood Mistress of the Night,” Inky said, spreading her wings and creating a powerful gust of wind forcing the mare to shield her eyes from the dust that was kicked into the air. She grab the mare by the waist, pulled her close, and took off to the air.

“Where are you taking me?” The mare demanded, having a deep fear of heights, but Inky knew about the fear.

“To your home. Care telling me where it is,” Inky asked, playing along with the comic book, finding it much more fun that way.

“It’s the Madam Apartments not to far from here,” The mare said wrapping her legs around Inky for better grip. Inky nodded and banked left toward the apartment complex. Man, I was really lazy with this first chapter wasn’t I? Inky thought to herself, scolding her laziness with her first adventure.

Inky slowed her flight to a slow stop in front of a balcony to one of the apartments. The mare was slightly confused as to how Inky knew where her apartment was, but with the day she had, decided best not to question it. She hopped out of Inky’s grip and onto the balcony below.

“You stay safe and try not to be out so late,” Inky said preparing to ‘leave’ the mare to her own business, but was stopped by the mare pulling on her tail. Inky turned around and put up the best curious face she could. “Yes what is it?”

“Umm, I-I...umm...would you...would you like to come in?” The mare asked looking very flustered and bothered. The smallest of smiles slided onto Inky’s face, she knew the real fun had only just begun.

“Why, what Mistress would I be if I didn’t hear out the plea of one in distress?” Inky asked landing on the balcony and following the mare inside her own apartment.

Five minutes later

Inky was laying on her back in the mare’s apartment, on top of the mare’s fairly large bed, cupping her own breasts as the mare licked and lapped at her marehood. In the real world, Inky could never be the dominant one, but here; in Bell Mare, she was the Mistress of the Night.

Inky’s silky voice echoed through the apartment as the mare was showing her appreciation for her rescue. She furiously attacked Inky’s marehood, swirling her tongue all around, and hitting all the right spots. Like most mares in Equestria, Inky had a thing for being with another mare, but was always too flustered to work up the nerve to be dominant.

Till now.

“Oh yes, your Mistress approves of your skills.” Inky moaned. Thanks to the enchantment and the potion, everything in the comic was really real. Down to the last touch. “D-deeper, your Mistress commands you to go deeper.”

The smaller mare did as her Mistress commanded and pushed in further, to the point where her nose was touching Inky’s swollen cilt. Inky screamed in pleasure and grabbed the mare by the mane to move her at her own pace. The mare didn’t complain about Inky’s assertive treatment, it seemed she was really enjoying the treatment, and she somehow she knew that Inky wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

Inky bent and twisted her hardened nipple, but moaned in disapproval that her other one was going untreated. Hearing her Mistress’ disapproving moan, the mare reached up to the 75-cup size breast, and pinched the nipple as hard as she could. The mare’s reward was Inky’s scream of approval, and her marehood thrusted further into her face.

As much power the comic had, Inky decided that she would try and keep some things as realistic as possible. Her stamina was one of those things. Inky shoved the mare’s head into her marehood and arched her back as she came. The orgasm caught the other mare by surprise as she hurried to drink all of her Mistress’ juicies.

Eventually, Inky’s orgasm ended, and she let the mare’s head go. The mare sat up licking off as much juice as she could off her face. “How was it Mistress?” She asked panting slightly.

“It was wonderful. Your Mistress greatly approved of your hard work,” Inky said already recovering from the first orgasm. “Now it is time for your Mistress to show you how much she approve,” Inky closed her eyes, using the magic in the comic book to reshape her marehood into something much more useful. When she heard the mare let out a lustful gasp, Inky knew that the trick had worked.

“You like,” Inky asked, gesturing to the thick rod in between her thighs.

“Y-yes Mistress I do,” The mare said almost breathless. The thick shaft was covered in Inky’s mare-cum and she could see it twitching with each breath its owner took. Without realizing it she started to lay on her back and removed her black lace panties.

“Yes that’s a good mare, you already know what your Mistress wants,” Inky said, slowly crawling towards the mare. Inky lined up her shaft to the mare’s pink walls and with one swift motion plunged right into the mare, filling her up--a perfect fit.

Both mares began to moan as Inky pull and thrusted back in, picking up a steady rhythm. “Oh yes, you are a perfect fit for your Mistress,” Inky moaned approval, picking up speed and power with each new thrust.

“T-thank you Mistress,” the mare said through the thrusting. Inky ripped off the mare’s jacket to find that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The mare blushed and turned away in shame.

“Oh you naughty little mare. No wonder why those stallions were harassing you,” Inky said, reaching down and sucking on the small breasts. The smaller mare cried out in bliss- begging Inky to speed up her thrusting- which she did happily.

“M-Mistress I’m not, not going to last much longer,” The mare said, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. Inky leaned in, pushing most of her weight with the thrusting down on the mare.

“Then cum for your Mistress,” Inky whispered in her ear, as she rammed the mare with her rod. The mare couldn’t take it any longer and upon her Mistress’s command, the mare clenched her marehood around Inky’s shaft, and wrapped her legs around her waist pulling her deeper inside. Inky spread her wings in a slight reflex and fired off the first load of her hot and steamy cum into the mare.

Inky kept pounding away as she fired more and more loads of cum into the mare. Most of the cum stayed inside of the mare, but some of it was shot out onto the two’s hips. Inky didn’t care as she continued to fuck the mare senseless. The ferocious pounding was enough to bring another orgasm to the mare.

In order to silence the mare’s cries, Inky pulled her into a lust filled kiss, shoving her tongue in the mare’s mouth, and immediately claiming dominants. Inky grabbed hold of the mare’s nipples and began to pinch and twist them harshly.

After another orgasm and massive load of cum, Inky buried herself deep within the stuffed mare, and passed out from the sheer force of the orgasm.

Baltimare city; Inky’s home 10:00PM

Inky slowly opened her eyes to find that she was on living room floor. With shakey legs she got up on her feet holding her head. She looked at the comic book laying neatly on her coffee table and all of the memories of the last few hours came rushing back to her.

She’d done it.

“I can’t believe it. I actually have a whole living world to myself,” Inky said picking up the book and hiding it in her bag. She looked towards the clock to see that it was a little after ten o’clock. “Hmm, I got home at nine, and I know I was in that comic for much longer than a hour. So why is it only showing the slight time difference?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe it has something to do with the potion.”

Inky walked to her kitchen to fix up a quick dinner of instant hay-noodles when knock came at her door. “Coming!” Inky shouted as she hurried to put the noodles in the microwave. Inky rushed to answer the door but stop in she saw her reflection in the stove’s glass door.

Back to the same old, same old Inky. The mare everyone could easily be pick on for being a nerd or having a better understanding of magic than others. The same clumsy, easy to tease, submissive, horny nerd that managed to get through school with minimal scars as possible.

She despised it.

“But this is my life,” Inky said in dejection. The knocking at the door broke her out of her sad thoughts and she ran to the door- nearly falling to the floor doing so. She opened the door to a brown mail-pony. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Are you Inky Brush?” The pony asked in a off-smooth taking voice better suited for a sales-pony. Inky nodded and the stallion handed her a small brown package. “This is for you, from a fan. Have a nice night.” The stallion turned away, walking down the street and was gone before Inky could understand what was going on.

She walked back into the living room after closing the door and just stared at the package. Inky was a smart mare and it didn’t take much for her to see that there was something fishy going on. First she gets a mysterious letter from a ‘fan’ , then she creates her own living world, and as soon as she returns another package from a ‘fan’.

“What’s going on.” Inky studied the package closely. Small, squarish, and it was some what heavy when she carried it. Come on Inky, you won’t know until you open it. She told herself, Inky wasn’t dumb she was going to open the package with her magic.

Just as she thought, the package seemed to be a silver metallic box of some kind. She carefully pulled the rest of the wrappings off of the box. The tin box seemed to have no magical properties to it and she spotted a letter on top.

Inky picked the letter up and began to read:

Dear Ms. Brush,
Hello,
Its me again, how have you been? Well if everything went according to plan then you just made your own very world. Congratulations! You now are a god of sorts. I know you must have so many questions swimming in that smart little head of yours, but sadly I’m not the one who will be answering those questions. But there’s plenty of time for that later.
For now let’s talk serious for a second. You, Inky Brush, are the god of that comic book of yours. Any and everything you do and say affects the contents and the ‘ponies’ inside. Nerve-racking isn’t it? Well I haven’t even go to the best part. The book is only ‘alive’ when you are in it. Make sense doesn’t it? But you should know all of your mistakes, all of your failures have a huge impact on the comic ponies lives.
Sure you could just seemly add a new character or write something out that would fix it, but where’s the fun in that? You might be wondering what’s in the box, well I didn’t want my favorite comic artist to run out of supplies. So I got you the BEST illustration tools in all Equestria! Please, there’s no need to thank me, just doing what every good fan should do.
-You biggest fan
P.S: Good luck Mistress of the Night.

Inky put the letter down, a wave of emotions flooded her mind. Should she be happy that one of her biggest dreams was right in her hands? Should she be fearful of the mysterious fan and his ‘gifts?’ Should she burn the book and the letters? Should she take the responsibilities of being a ‘god,’ could she take the responsibilities of being a god?

One thing was for sure, she was going to have to be much more careful when writing out a chapter for the book, and when she entered the world.

“This is what it means to be, ‘The Mistress of the Night.’” Inky said to herself as she made her decision. She just hoped it wasn’t the wrong one.

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Inky sat at the counter in the comic book store, tapping her pencil on the paper. Ever since reading last night’s letter she had been on edge about the book and all that it holds. What was supposed to be her greatest achievement, was now her biggest responsibility, and she didn’t know where to go from there.

I’m the God of that book, right? So it really shouldn’t matter. I could always just re-draw that character and do the chapter over again no problem, but what if I really do get somepony killed. Inky racked her brain trying to think of what to do next. I could just leave it be and just have it like any old comic book, or I could really see what I could do. Every time she thought of just simply going back into the book she was worried and yet, very excited about what kind of adventure awaited.

To be called a god really did a number on her. Inky was just looking for a way to release some everyday stress with some action-packed sex-fueled adventures, but all she got was something that seriously messed with her.

After nearly all morning of thinking she boiled it down to two choices: She could be a god or be the superhero that she wanted to be.

Problem was she really couldn’t see the difference between the two. By Inky’s definition, a god was an all-powerful being that: sat, created, set free, and simply watched never interfering. A superhero by her standards, was a being that possessed a unique quality that made them different from the rest, and used that trait to save lives and stop those that would endanger others.

But that’s seems limited, there has to be more. Inky thought of all the different types of superheroes and comic books she read over the years. Most would agree to her definitions of gods and superheroes and most have seeing as they enjoy reading her books. She always wanted to try another type of hero, but they mostly came out the same.

Hero starts out small, works his/hers way into the life-saving business, cross the wrong pony or fail to save them because of their weaknesses, get an arch-villain from it, and fight said villain to the death. ‘The Hero’s Journey’, a quick guarantee that ponies would like it.

It was so easy that it almost made Inky mad, the same repeated formula for heroes over and over again. And if it didn’t pay the bills, she would re-write all of her books just to change the outlook of the protagonist.

On the other hand, comics about gods were rare--so rare that they almost didn’t exist, and the ones that did usually were about some alicorn. Inky scolded the thought that alicorns were gods, as proven the alicorn princesses play a content role in maintaining the safety and security of Equestria. This alone went against her definition of a god, and she dismissed all thoughts that alicorns are gods.

Even when fans would flood her mailbox with letters asking for a comic about an alicorn or god-like being she simply would just send a letter back giving her definition of a god. For the most part that worked aside from a few fans that refuse to give up.

Inky was so far gone in thought she didn’t hear the footsteps of one of her co-workers coming up from behind her. The co-work allowed a soft giggle to escape her lips before reaching around the back of the chair and grabbing Inky’s soft breast groping the fairly large melons.

“Morning Inky!” The mare shouted rubbing her hands.

“Huh? Oh umm, hi Feather Pen.” Inky said not paying much attention to her friend’s content groping. Feather and Inky have been friends for a while now so Feather would mess around with the mare just for a quick laugh, usually Inky would react to the groping, but today she was too far into her own thoughts. Feather heard the distances in Inky’s voice and stopped her groping.

“What’s the matter Inky? You usually yell at me when I grab your breasts,” Feather said removing her hands, shifting to Inky’s side. “Trying to think of a new character or something?” She asked noticing the blank sheet of paper on the counter.

“Huh, oh no not really, I’m just trying to figure something out first,” Inky said, not sure if she could- nor should- tell Feather about the book or not.

“Well its always good to have a second opinion, I’m all ears,” Feather said hopping on top of the table, which was a usual thing for her, and Madam didn’t care so as long as she cleaned off the counter before leaving for the day.

Inky opened her mouth to speak, but became nervous, and bit her lip. Come on Inky, Feather has been a good friend for the last three years, I’m sure she’ll understand, and I don’t have to tell her about the book.

Inky took in a deep breath and asked, “Feather, what’s your definition of a hero and a god?” Inky knew she didn’t have any reason to think that Feather would suspect anything about the book, but she really, really liked Feather and didn’t want to do anything that would mess up the luck she been having.

“Humm...you really were in deep thought, huh?” Feather said always being impressed about how serious Inky would take her work. “The difference between a hero and a god, well as far as I can tell there really isn’t much of a difference, is there?” Feather thought out loud, crossing her arms.

Inky caught Feather’s nipples poking through her thin shirt and quickly looked away blushing. “Well yeah I used to think that as well, but I don’t think a god would mess around with other ponies lives and a hero would.” She said offering her thoughts.

“What make you think that?” Feather asked not entirely sure what Inky meant.

“The way I see it, a god creates, and watches, while superheroes save lives.” Inky explained.

“Well wouldn’t a god help too? I mean, the princesses are alicorns, and they are basically gods right?” Feather said, going along with Equestrian's general thinking.

“No, see a god just watches, the princesses act on the affairs of Equestria and other nations. So they don’t fit the category of gods.” Inky pointed out her view on the general thinking.

“Make sense, so if you got this all figured out, why are you asking?” Feather said, seeing nothing she could add to Inky’s way of thinking.

“Just wanted a second opinion, I guess. There has to be a middle ground between the two,” Inky said, resuming her thinking. Feather just shrugged her shoulders unable to add anything to the topic.

“What about an anti-hero?” A deep male voice asked the two. Inky and Feather looked around the store to find the source of the voice. It didn’t take long until they found a tall hooded male, and, from what Inky could tell from the shape of his body, he was a diamond dog of some kind. Inky looked over his outfit, there was something about it that seemed off, but she couldn’t tell just what.

“Anti-hero?” Feather said turning around on the counter and crossing her legs. “What’s that?” She asked completely unfamiliar with the term as was Inky.

“An anti-hero is someone, that does what they want,” The dog said walking towards the counter. “Sure they fight crime and ‘save’ lives, but its just for gain on their part,” He said, resting his arms on the counter beside the two mares. “They’re not tied down by the thoughts of destiny, morals, or others well being. Their only goal is to take what they want, and protect those that are close to them.”

“Then how can they be called heroes, if they only fight for themselves,” Inky asked, interested in this new found type of hero.

“That’s because, usually, the thing that they want is taken by a villain, or a hero in disguise,” The dog answered. “The way that it happens is the anti-hero goes through some painful, and I mean painful, experience that forces them to make choices. Be they good or bad.”

“So, this anti-hero, they just do what they want,” Feather asked, growing more interested by the second.

“That’s the general thinking, but there are times where an anti-hero could just be out for some fun,” The dog started of with, further peaking the interest of the two mares. “Yup, all that power and the only thing they want to do is have fun and beat up any bad-guy in their way,” He continued to say.

“Well sounds to me that they’re just some kind of powered bottle of chaos.” Feather said.

“Don’t get me wrong, anti-heroes are a very broad topic that you can easily have five very different kinds. That’s the beauty of it all, so vague that you can reshape them at any moment’s notice,” The dog finished with.

Inky took a moment to think about what the dog just said to them. This anti-hero would solve her problems, but there was still something she wanted to check. “Okay, but what about gods?”

“What about them,” The dog asked.

“I mean what do you think about them and stories written about them being alicorns.” Inky clarified her question.

“Ha, gods being alicorns,” The dog scolded, “no, no gods are beings of absolute power far more than enough to destroy this, or any other world. And yet they do not. All they do is sit, watching our struggles from their high perches up above.”

“So you’re against gods being in stories,” Inky asked, getting a sense that the dog knew much more than he was leading onto be.

“Oh no, no, I’m not against them,” The dog said waving off Inky’s doubts. “So as long as they are not the center of the book. No one likes to read something without there being some kind of struggle with the main character.”

“I hear that, but wouldn’t it be fun just to have your way all the time,” Feather said, thinking about all the times she would just be itching to write a story with a Mary Sue.

“No, I wouldn’t,” The dog said. “Life is full of hardships and struggles but, that’s what make us who we are,” He explained. “Well its been fun, but I really must go. Work and the like,” He said paying for a comic he picked out and walked out the door.

“Weird guy, huh?” Feather openly thought. “Oh hey right, I almost forgot.” She hopped off the counter and stood in front of Inky making her look her direction. “Hey Inky, me and some of the others were going to go catch a movie, and I was wondering,” Feather quickly became nervous.

Years of being a wallflower have given Inky the ability to perfectly read ponies body languages and she could tell that Feather was going to ask as serious question. “Yes Feather, what is it?” She asked having a feeling of what it was.

“I was wondering if you’ll come with me, as my date.” Feather shifted on her feet, slightly scared that Inky would say no.

But that was far from the truth, in fact Inky’s heart was sent flying when the mare she had eyes on for along while just asked her out for a date. Okay, keep calm Inky. Just play it cool. “Sure I would love to come,” Inky said with the happiest smile she could managed without seeming too excited.

“Really? Great, how’s about after work?” Feather asked her wings showing Inky just how excited she was.

“Sounds good to me.” Inky said, successfully hiding her excitement.

“Great, well I better get back to work before Madam finds me, see ya after work.” Feather said, spilling back into the back room, or the erotic section of the store where she was assigned for the day. Inky heard Feather cheering through the wall and started to giggle to herself at the way she handle the situation.

“Aww, look at you becoming quite popular.” Inky heard Madam’s voice calling out to her.

Inky turned around to find Madam walking out of her office. “Oh, hello Madam.”

“And hello to you too Inky dear. So how are you feeling today,” Madam asked with a sly smile, knowing full and well how Inky’s day was going.

“Actually, really great, and I think I’ve got an idea for something.” Inky said, the artistic gears turning inside her head. Feather asking her out really helped boost her self-esteem and the talk with the dog about anti-heroes and gods helped clear stuff up.

“Good, well I’ll leave you to it.” Madam said walking towards some other part of the store to help another customer. Inky didn’t waste anytime before hitting her pencil to the paper: writing down new ideas, refining old ones, and sketching out new character designs.

One sketch stuck out in particular, it was a character design. It was one of Feather wearing a cosplay outfit to another one of Inky’s erotic comics. Realizing that Feather could sneak up on her at any moment’s notice she quickly shifted her papers around so it was at the bottom of the stack. Let’s just save that for later,/i] Inky looked towards the clock and saw that it was quite some time before quitting time.

This allowed her the time to think about the mysterious dog’s words. The new concept of anti-heroes really did get her thinking. A being with powers like none other choosing to do what’s best for them or those that are close to them. Or simply choosing to do nothing about the actual threat until it involves them. Also the ones that are doing it for the plan fun of things, not caring about the casualties.

It was clear to her that she couldn’t just leave the book. After all, she is the creator, so what she says goes. Always having to deal with others and follow along with their way was not how Inky wanted to live any more. And she hadn’t since art school. The book was her’s, any choices that she made was her’s, and only she was to deal with it.

Just hope, I don’t make the wrong choice. Inky thought getting back to work on a rough plot line for the second chapter of the story. A couple of hours later, the rush of customers slowed down, and quitting time quickly approached. Inky and the rest of her co-workers were packing up and getting ready to leave for the night.

Feather soon came out of the back room to do her daily task of cleaning off the countertop. “So Feather which movie are we going to see,” Inky asked already finished packing her things.

“We were going to decide that at the theater, you got enough bits right,” Feather asked, almost done with the task.

“Yeah, I usually go out to the theater, or arcade on the weekends,” Inky said with a sheepish smile on her face. “Though I never really go with others.”

“Really? Here I thought you just sit at home all the time,” Feather said with a playful laugh. “Well, I’m done. You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Inky said walking from behind the counter. The two mares walked out the door together and Feather told Inky that they were going to met the others at the theater. It was in the middle of the winter so, the temperature outside was on the low side, and Inky started to walk closer to Feather. She noticed that Inky was looking for a bit more warmth, so she wrapped a wing around Inky’s body.

“Thanks,” Inky said, blushing slightly. It wasn’t a mystery to Inky about the statement of a pegasus wrapping their wings around someone. Pegasi took their wings with the utmost respect and would usually try to keep them in tip top conditions, so whenever a pegasus had one of their wings over another it showed that they care for that pony more than they do their wings.

“Hey, what are friends, or should I say marefriend for,” Feather joked showing a small, but visible blush of her own. “So you’ve been to the Seaport movie theater?” Feather asked reliving the theater that they were going to.

“Seaport, huh? Yeah, I’ve been a couple of times before. I really like their movie projectors and they always seemed to have the newest movies before anyone else,” Inky said, remembering all the times she went to the theater.

“Yup, the word is that the owner has some big connection with some movie deal guy, or whatever,” Feather said, recalling the town gossip about the owner of the theater.

Inky rolled her eyes, having already heard the rumor more than once before. “Come on Feather, why would someone like that live all the way out here,” She asked, not believing the rumor.

“Hey, stranger stuff been known to happen. Oh hey look, there’s the others,” Feather said, directing Inky’s attention to the fairly small group of their co-workers and other ponies she would see around town.

“Hey guys!” Feather called out gaining the attention of the group, who started to wave back.

“Yo Feather, who’s the mare? She cute,” One pegasus stallion said, making Inky blush from the compliment.

Feather puffed out her chest, pulled Inky closer with her wing. “Back off Jet, this mare is not open for business,” She said in a protective manner that only made Inky blush even more.

“Whoa, cool your feathers down. Just giving your marefriend a compliment is all.” Jet said definitively. “So she got a name?”

“Oh hi, I’m Inky Brush,” Inky said introducing herself.

“Wait,” another mare said, this time a unicorn, gaining Inky’s attention. “Inky Brush? As in the Inky Brush, famous comic book artist,” She asked, her excitement seemed to grow by the second.

Inky wasn’t that sure what to make of the mare but it was painfully obvious that she was a fan of her work. “Umm...yes?”

“Oh man, this is great. I’m a huge fan of your work, Ms. Brush. “ The mare said shaking Inky’s hand, “Guh, where are my manners? My name is Moon Hooves, I work in the local bakery,” Moon said in a generous manner.

“Oh wow, thanks its always good to met a fan of my work. I'm glad you enjoy it, I try my best.” Inky said with a sheepish smile. If I had a bit.

“Yes, I really do, and so does my niece. She likes reading about the adventure stories you write.” Moon said, waving a hand towards a fairly tall and strong-looking earth-pony stallion. “And this is my husband, Sea Hooves.”

“Evening Ms. Brush, my wife always talks about your work, and the helpful… ‘guide’ that you wrote.” Sea said, talking about the sexual guide that Inky wrote at the request of some fans.

“Oh heh, I wasn’t sure that anyone have read it. They were really only used to help me get over some writer’s block I had,” Inky admitted, “Glad you liked them.”

“Hey where’s Wits and Gem, are they not coming,” Feather asked, noticing the two missing co-workers.

“I think Wits said something about visiting Gem’s family this weekend,” Jet said, think back to the message that he got this morning.

“Awww, oh well. We might as well enjoy ourselves,” Feather said leading Inky into the movie theater. “So what anypony have an idea on what to watch?”

“Yeah that horror movie, Filly, I heard that its the best one out there,” Jet said, leaning against the poster of the movie.

“Umm, I don’t really do well with horror,” Moon said with a sheepish smile. “How about Love in Manehatten,” She offered a romance-comedy that made both Sea and Jet shiver in disgust.

“Honey,” Sea started after the shiver ended. “now I love you, but I can not sit through another one of those movies with you,” He said, think back to all of the ‘mare-flicks’ that he was drag to. “How about 23rd Coltstreet?”

“Sorry big guy they don’t have it yet,” Feather said, not seeing any postings for the movie. “Hey Inky, what you want to see?”

“Umm,” Inky looked around the theater and all of the postings for different movies that they had playing. Jet want’s to see some action, Moon want’s romance, and Sea sounds like he want’s comedy. Inky listed off the types of movies the group showed interest into. One movie title came to mind as Inky did wanted to see it for quite sometime now. “How about Blot: A Shadow’s Beginning?”

“Oh, that’s out already,” Feather asked, having the same interest.

“Yeah, I think I can see the posting for it over there.” Inky pointed out a posting for the movie on the far side of the theater. “What you guys think?”

“Yeah I’m game,” Jet said with a satisfied smile. “Good eyes filly.”

“Good enough for me. What do you think honey,” Sea asked Moon with a warm smile. Moon was unmoving for awhile, but a little nudging from Sea got her to drop the act.

“Fine, could be fun.” With the last member of the group approval, they all started to make their way towards the pay booth to buy a ticket for the movie. Sea paid for both his and Moon’s way in, Jet eventually found enough bits in his pockets to get in, and Inky and Feather both paid their separate ways in.

“So filly,” Jet started while they all waited in line for snacks. “How did somepony like you met somepony like Feather?” From the way Jet asked the question and the way Feather reacted, Inky could tell that he was trying to joke about something.

“Jet I’m warning you,” Feather said as menacing as she could pull off, which wasn’t a lot seeing as she still had Inky under the same wing.

Jet put up his hands in a fake defensive manner. “Whoa, just want to know how my cousin scored a cute filly is all.”

Cousin? “Jet for the last time we’re only related by marriage, so stop calling me your cousin,” Feather said with a roll of her eyes.

“Aww, come on don’t be like that,” Jet said putting his hands over his heart acting as if he was hurt. Feather showed no change in attitude so Jet dropped the play-acting. “So how did you two lovely mares met?”

“We work in the same comic book store,” Inky answered for Feather seeing that she still was upset by Jet. “The both of us take turns working around the store, doing different things.”

Jet nodded his head, “Ah, I see.” He turn back around to move up the counter to pay for his snacks.

“So, Moon, Sea how have you two been married,” Inky asked, while Jet yet again struggled to find the necessary amount of bits.

“Next week will be our fifth year anniversary,” Moon said with a hint of excitement and anticipation.

“Oh? I hope you’re ready big guy,” Feather joked with Sea nudging his arm with an elbow.

“Oh don’t you worry, I’ve got everything planned out,” Sea said with sly grin.

“And he won’t tell me,” Moon said annoyed, she loved surprises just as much as any other pony, but the excitement was starting to become too much for her. Feather and Inky both shared a laugh at the mare’s pouting.

After they all brought their snacks, they quickly made their way towards the theater room where the movie was about to start. Jet spotted a group of mares sitting at the back of the room and took off to go see if he could sit with them. The others shook their heads at Jet’s typical behavior and took seats near each other. Just right before the movie started, Jet was spotted walking back down to rejoin the group.

“What happen Jet? Those mares too much for ya,” Sea asked, knowing that Jet said something stupid.

A dejected sigh was heard coming from Jet. “No, those mares already with someone.” He sounded really displeased to find that all of that group belonged to some other lucky stallion. “And that bat-pony was really cute too.”

“Bat-pony? Really Jet? You honestly think you can handle a bat-pony,” Feather deadpanned. Jet may have been a strong stallion by pegasus’s standers but a bat-pony was on a completely different level.

“Can you blame a stallion for trying,” Jet asked, shrugging his shoulders. The lights in the theater started to dim signifying that the movie was going to start. Everypony got comfortable in their seats: Moon resting her head on Sea’s shoulder, Jet using the empty seat in front of him as a foot-rest, and Feather pulled Inky closer to her with her wing.

Meanwhile on the south side of town; unmarked warehouse

“Look mate, this can be easy if you would just talk,” A deep diamond dog’s voice echoed through the empty warehouse. The dog was talking, or rather, interrogating a purple stallion. The stallion was hanging upside down by a black-steeled chain, the blood in his body pooling inside of his head.

“F-fuck you,” The stallion spat out, splitting some blood from his mouth doing so.

The dog threw up his hands in frustration, “Mate, I’m doing the best I can. Now tell us,” the dog motioned towards the other two hooded mares, “where we can find your boss and all of this will be over and done.”

“Go drown yourself,” The stallion said, coughing a bit more blood. The dog started to growl, he started to turn away to let one of the other mares give it a go, but the stallion’s ragged breath stopped him. “Fucking mutt.”

The dog turned around, placing his hand over the stallion’s face, and giving it a big push. The stallion was sent flying back and forward screaming like a little colt. The dog watch in half amusement as the stallion started to swing around the warehouse, screaming and crying for help.

“Stone,” The dog heard one of the mares- a unicorn, with black and blue mane, and dark-gray fur- call out his name. “you do know that we need him alive, right?” Her voice was in its usual flat tone that only spoke of respect and responsibility.

“Yeah man,” This time a bat-pony and dragon hybrid; a ignem noctu, the only thing visible to anyone on her was her dark-blue scale-like fur. “our orders were to take them all in, you know, alive?”

Stone waved a dismissive hand towards the two mares. “Bah, he isn’t dead yet is he?” He followed the path the stallion was on and reached out a hand to grab the chain tied to his feet. “Now where were we? Ah yes, you were going to tell me where we can find you boss. Sounds right don’t it?”

The swinging throw the stallion for a loop and it took him a moment before he could regain his ability to speak. “I’m n-not talking, I r-rather drown in the harbor.”

Stone let out a furious bark. “You know, that can be arranged,” Stone said in a low and deep growl.

“Stone, that’s enough.” He heard the unicorn mare command. Stone backed away from the stallion but not before giving one last shove for good measure. Stone started to laugh at the stallion as he started to shout every curse word in the book. Stone walked over to the mare, one was on the verge of laughing and the other one, well, she was pissed.

“You’re unbelievable.” The unicorn mare shook her head disapprovingly.

Stone hopped on top of an empty create, a irritated and annoyed look on his face. “Hey you can’t say I didn’t try and use reason,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “If you think you can do any better why don’t you give it a try it Captain Star Chain.”

“And I will,” Star, Captain of the elite Nightmare guard, said. She turned towards the stallion, who managed to stop swinging, and started to walk over to him. “Well, Mr. Quips, you sure are a stubborn one aren’t you?”

“W-what do you psychopaths want,” Quips asked, his will nearly drained from the stomach-turning swinging.

“You have been reported to be in possession of a very dangerous gemstone. And are wanted for a series of crimes in Equestria and the Lunar Republics,” Star said, staring the stallion down. “You know all you have to is tell us where you boss is, and all of this can be over.”

“Not until my last breath,” Quips said, staring back into Star's cold eyes.

Star removed her hood, started to circle around, and sparked her horn creating a silver dagger to appear in her hand. “You know something, I hate ponies like you.” She continued to circle around him, bring the dagger to the chains. “You go about this world affecting the lives of others like its your own damn business. Not caring what you do to others or how gets in your way, destroying the lives of the innocent, and thinking you can walk away like free men.” The more Star spoke the colder her voice got and Quips tried everything he could do to get away from the mare.

“F-fuck you, you crazy bitch! Let me go,” Quips demanded, struggling against the chain only making them dig further into his fur and skin.

“You all think that just because you can do something, or that you deserve something that you are permitted to do anything you like. That if you have strength in numbers, that you are fucking untouchable,” Star continued, dragging the dagger across Quips’s face, and drawing blood. “That if you show off how powerful you are, no one would dare mess with you.” Star licked the dagger clean of the blood.

“What do you fucking people want!” Quips shouted, his voice angry, tired, and scared.

Star looked at Quips in his fearful eyes, hers showing no emotion at all. She bent down so that the two of them were at eye-level. “I want you to sing like a bird.”

“Get this crazy mare away from me!” Quips redoubled his efforts into breaking free from the chains.

“That’s kind of hard to do, seeing as how she the captain,” Stone said, slightly enjoying the show in front of him. “What you think, Ignite?”

The hybrid shrugged her shoulders but still had a visible smile. “I dunno. I say we use him as bait for more of the Equine Kings,” Ignite joked.

“No,” Star said turning away from Quips. “that won’t be necessary. Ignite call for a prisoner transport, the Princess will know what to do with him.”

“No, no, please! Y-you can’t take me back to that forsaken place. I’ll talk, I’ll talk just let me down,” Quips finally snapped.

“Oh well its about time mate,” Stone said hopping off the create, walking over to the panicked stallion, and grabbing the chain tied to his feet. “What made you change your mind?”

“I-I used to be apart of the Nightmare guard like you three, I know what Nightmare does to AWOL’s, and I rather have the Equine Kings after me instead,” Quips said, fearing Nightmare Moon more than those that would do so much worse.

“I don’t think that’s it,” Star said, standing in front of Quips. “You think that you’ll be protected, don’t you?”

Quips started to weakly laugh, “Heh, yeah I do. Is that so bad,” Quips asked with a victorious smirk. “You get to know everything that you could want and I get free protection. That’s how it works right?”

“No,” Star said, displeased that the stallion still thought that he won anything. “You’ll tell us all you know, or we go with Ignite’s plan and use you as nothing more than bait.” Quips eyes widened at Star’s decision.

“So what’s it going to be mate,” Stone asked, starting to swinging Quips around. “Talk now or we can do this the hard way.”

“Fine, you win,” Quips sighed giving into his defeat. “First off, I don’t know where the Don is alright? All I know is: they come find me, tell me what I’m supposed to do, give me a package, and I go make the drop. That’s it, alright?”

“Where are you to pick up the package,” Star questioned, wanting more information.

“I don’t know. A letter shows up at my doorstep, it tells me where the package is, and who I’m to deliver it to,” Quips answered.

“So you’re a delivery-pony,” Ignite mocked. “That’s pretty lame.”

“Hey, it pays the bills,” Quips joked, his smug attitude was starting to get under everyone’s skin, and he could see it in their eyes. “Okay, okay if it helps I was to deliver a some military combat magic to a group in a theater.”

Stone’s immediately flushed with rage, he yanked Quips up to his eye-level, and let the stallion know of his anger. “Which one,” he asked in a low and furious growl.

“T-the Seaport theater across town,” Quips answered, wasting no time to comply to Stone’s demand.

Stone pushed Quips, sending him flying around the warehouse. “Shit, Captain!”

“I know Stone, and I’m already on it.” Star whipped out a small communicator and started to try and contact the other members of their unit.

Ignite grabbed hold of the chain connecting to Quips feet. “This package, where is it,” Ignite questioned.

“Over in Warehouse Three, it should be a small brown create,” Quips answered, fearing what the cross-breed could do.

Ignite nodded, taking in the new information. “Stone, tell Star that I’m checking out this package,” She said, spreading her dragon-like bat wings, and flying out an opened skylight.

Man, I hope that those three are alright. Stone thought, knowing that if Quips was to deliver military grade combat spells who ever was picking them up were someponies not to mess with. He directed his attention to Quips, “Listen here, if I hear anything about somepony getting hurt, I’ll feed you to the sharks myself,” he said, pushing Quips again.

“P-please, let me down. I-I can’t...please,” Quips begged, the blood causing too much pressure on his head. As much as he didn’t want to, Stone unsheathe his claws and cut straight through the metal chain. Quips fell hard to the concrete ground below, rolling onto his back to find some way to sit up.

Stone saw Quips trying to sit. “I wouldn’t if I were you, all that blood will rush out of you head, and then you’ll really blackout,” He said but not really caring what the stallion does.

Star walked back over to Stone with a very displeased look. “I couldn’t reach them, their undoubtedly already watching a movie.” She said with a worried tone, Star took her job as captain of the unit seriously and not being able to reach any of her members put her on edge.

“Perfect,” Stone said, displeased with the turn of events. “By the way, Ignite went ahead to check out that package that Mr. Big-shot over here was to deliver.”

Star’s mood slightly changed, knowing whatever trouble is at the theater the other three will be able to handle the situation. “Excellent, I say we should join her. What do you think, Mr. Quips,” She rhetorically asked the stallion.

“Sounds like fun,” Quips said, being forced to stand by Stone. They made their way towards the warehouse that had the package, both Stone and Star were hoping that the other three would be able to handle whatever could happen.

Meanwhile back at the Seaport movie theater

“Man, that was an awesome movie,” Jet said, stretching his body, and wings to fight off the stiffness.

“Yeah it was,” Feather agreed doing the same monition as Jet, wrapping a wing back around Inky, and pulling her close. “What you think Inky?”

Inky paused for a moment, “Well, aside from going against the official comic books, the lackluster special effects, unnecessary use of action scenes, cheap and simplistic comedy, and the obvious forced romance it was alright,” Inky gave her ‘expert’ review of the movie, shocking and surprising the ponies around her. “What?”

“Gezz filly, if we wanted a review we would have asked,” Jet said, a little off-put from Inky’s overlook of the movie. Inky blushed brightly upon realizing what Jet meant and hid behind the glare of her glasses.

“Oh leave her alone Jet,” Moon said, waving a dismissive hand at the pegasus. “That was a perfect summary Inky, and I’m sure any movie critic would agree with you.”

“Heh, thanks,” Inky said, scratching the back of her head. “I guess making comics have given me a different way to look at things.” Inky always did have an analytical way of looking at things in her daily life. Whether it was: comics, movies, tv shows, or even conversations she would have with somepony, she always would examine everything she could.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I could use some shut eye,” Moon said with a yawn.

“Come on, I’ll take you home then,” Sea said, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulder. “We’ll be seeing ya’ll around.” The two turned and made their way out of the theater.

“Well I’ll be seeing around cousin, filly take good care of her. She may act tough but really she just a big ol’ softy,” Jet said, quickly making himself scarce.

“Why that little. Come on Inky, I’ll take you home,” Feather said, leading a giggling Inky out of the movie theater. Just as the left, the sounds of somepony yelling caught their attentions. “Come on let’s check it out.” Feather and Inky ran over to the spot where they heard the yelling coming from.

They ran to a back alley leading to the side of the theater, where two large earth-pony stallions, and a smaller- yet buff-looking -unicorn stallion standing over a single hooded mare. Inky instantly recognized the hood as the same one on the dog from earlier that day. Also from what she could see, the mare turned out to be a female fox. “What you say to me, mare?” The unicorn barked, obviously angry with the mares.

“You heard me. You three are under arrest for connections with the Equine Kings,” The fox-hound said, it was hard for Inky to tell if the mare was serious, or not from the way her voice sounded. “Come in quietly and maybe you won’t get hurt. No promises though.”

“Does that hound have a death-wish? If those guys really are Equine Kings, then she in a lot of trouble,” Feather said, having heard what the mafia gang do to anyone that cross their path. “Come on we got to get help.” Feather tried to move but Inky remained rooted to the spot behind the corner. “Inky come on.”

“Wait, there’s something about this hound.” Inky tried her best to get a feel for the fox and her body language, the hood made it harder, but she definitely could tell one thing. “She isn’t scared.” The fox stood tall against the stallions never backing down for a second. Inky was amazed, only seeing things like this in tv shows or movies. Who ever the mare is, Inky knew one thing: She’s not one to cross

“I’ll tell ya again, mare.” One of the earth stallions broke Inky out of her thoughts. “We’re not going anywhere,” He said, pulling a knife from his pocket.

“A knife? You’re joking right,” The hound asked, still not showing any signs of being intimidated. “I’ve met foals that were more dangerous than you pathetic losers.”

“Why you little bitch! I’m going to make you choke those words!” The stallion rushed the hound, full intent of running the knife through her, but the hound remained unmoved. While Feather closed her eyes, Inky kept her’s opened wanting to see what the fox was planning.

Just as the stallion was at arm’s length, the hound ducked under the blade, and swept her leg causing the stallion to trip face-first into the a back wall. The stallion fell to the ground in a painful grant. The fox cracked a smile, mocking the other two stallions, and started to sway from side to side on her heels.

“Well that was fun. So who’s next?” To Inky the fox sounded happy- no -excited to fight the other two by herself.

“Why you cocky fox, don’t think that just ‘cause you got lucky,” The unicorn stared, igniting his horn and summoning a spell-handgun. “That you think you can take us on all by yourself!”

“Oh, is that a spell-gun? It most likely illegal too, just another thing to put in to the report,” The hound said in a giggle. Man, if those civilians weren’t there, I would have already be done here. Sigh. The mare thought to herself, keeping her true colors hidden.

“Just shut the fuck up and die!” The stallion shouted, getting ready to pull the trigger, when a small red ball came flying at the unicorn’s hand forcing him to drop the gun in pain. The mare didn’t waste anytime in taking the unicorn down with a shift kick to the head.

Having seen enough, the last stallion tried to make a bolt for it. He spotted Feather and Inky and pulled out a knife to use the mares as hostages. However, he didn’t get that far as a figure from the shadows pounced on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

“Nyx, Sparks what took you guys so long,” The fox asked, taking her time walking over to the other mare.

“Don’t start with me Vixen, I’m already tried enough as is, and I don’t need your crap,” Sparks said, irritation, exhaustion, and annoyance filled her voice.

“Oh don’t be like that. We caught three bad-guys today,” Vixen exclaimed, jumping around Sparks and the fallen stallion. “Captain is going to be so impressed with us. Hey maybe we should throw a party? We already have guests,” Vixen said, locking eyes with both Feather and Inky. Sparks caught onto what she was saying and cut a glance to the two mares.

“Shit, come on Inky we got to go!” Feather pulled Inky away from the spot, not wanting to think what the mysterious mares could do to them. Not even before they could fully turn around, there was another mare- this time a bat-pony -stood in front of them. Inky wasn’t able to read the pony’s body language as she had none.

No emotion she could think of could describe what she felt from the bat-pony. What made it worse is that the pony’s eyes were obscured by long spikey blood-red mane, so to tell her intention that way was also ineffective.

Inky and Feather tried to turn to run, but their path was cut off by Sparks and Vixen. “Well, well, well you mares enjoyed the show after your movie,” Vixen fakely asked with her false happy expression. “Captain would sure like to met you two.”

“Look we didn’t do anything,” Feather said, getting ready to fly off with Inky.

“She’s right. We heard yelling and we came to check it out,” Inky added on, holding Feather close. I wish that I wasn’t so weak. Inky cursed her own faults and weakness.

“And I’m sure the captain would love to hear this,” Sparks said, walking closer to the two mares. “Now why don’t you come with us?”

Catch us first. Feather thought, preparing to take off, but was knocked out by Nyx. “Feather!” Inky tried to hold the downed mare but she too was knocked out by the bat-pony. Both mares fell to the ground, their breathing slightly slower than it should be, but just unconscious.

“Nyx,” Vixen stated, not believing what the mare just did. “Was that really necessary?”

“They were going to escape,” Nyx said with no emotion.

Sparks shook head at her teammate’s empathic outlook on things. “When the captain hears about this-” Sparks was cut off by electronic ringtone. “Yes?” She answered the communicator, knowing only her team mates had the communicator’s frequency. “Yes ma’am we’re on our way with the suspects and the ‘mare’,” Sparks answered Star’s commands, she closed the device, and stared down to the two mares. “Looks like we’ll be seeing more of her. Come on you two, let’s get them back home, and get those three tied up for prisoner transport.”

“Yes ma’am!” Unbeknown to Inky her simple life was about to become much more than she could ever ask for.

Inky: The Mistress of the Night Page 3 pt. 1

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Inky: The Mistress of the Night

Page 3 pt.1

“I could strangle you three.” Sparks, Nyx, and Vixen sat on their knees in front of Star as she stared all three of them down. When she was informed that they made contact with Inky, she wasn’t aware that Nyx knocked her, and Feather out, and she was beyond pissed.

“Come on Star, it was Nyx that knocked them out. Why do we have to be punished with her?” Sparks struggled against the black chains that were wrapped around her body. Star had a thing about ‘punishing’ her members, the black chains was one of many ways she would do it, and the box of heavy books sitting on her lap wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“As true as that is, I also put the both of you in charge of her. You two had one job and you managed to mess that up,” Star said, a full intend to put both Sparks, and Vixen down for their failure. “And Vixen, what were you thinking about taking on those stallions by yourself?”

“I was thinking that we could take three more bad-guys off the streets!” Vixen continued with the fake happy attitude, knowing that it would only infuriate Star off even more.

“Drop the act, fox. I know what you were really thinking.” Star knew when Vixen would put up an act, that it meant that she had an alternative motive, and most times she just wanted to prove that she stronger than the others.

Vixen stared at Star with a blank look on her face, trying to look as innocent as possible, and to anyone else she would be. “Why Captain, whatever do you mean?” The innocent act would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the dark undertone in her voice. Sparks did her best to scoot away from the fox, which wasn’t far thanks to the box.

Star stared back at Vixen, her usual brand of disapproval edging on her face, and was going to scold the fox when Stone stopped her with a hand. “Cap. I’ll take it from here, I think I know why she acting like this,” Stone said, walking over to Vixen, removing the box, and picking her up off the floor. “What the hell gotten into you,” He whispered, making sure the others couldn’t hear.

“It not what gotten into me, it what hasn’t,” Vixen teased in a sultry manner, shaking her tail across Stone’s legs, and pushed her rear end towards Stone all without the other’s knowing.

Stone took the hint and started to lead Vixen towards the stairs of their ‘house’ to his bedroom in the far back. When Star heard the door close, she lifted the boxes off of Sparks- who sighed in relief -and Nyx who showed no reaction to the removal. The chain faded into a black smoke as Star lifted the binding spell off of the two mares. She huffed, walking towards the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of large bottle of port cider.

“Whoa there mare, you know what happens when you drink that stuff,” Ignite said, grabbing Star’s wrist in hopes of stopping her from drinking it.

“Yeah? Well consider it her fault. That fox, who does she think she is?” Star was exhausted, of Vixen’s content defiant attitude, more importantly she was tired of Stone being the only one to fix the ‘problem.’

“Could it at least wait until we figure out what to do with those two.” Ignite pointed to the still sleeping forms of Inky and Feather, whose heads were touching each other. “Our orders still stand right?”

“Yes, we’re still to watch over her, and now she’ll know. If we don’t do anything about it.” Star thought of anyway to cover up the team’s tracks, but the way its looking Inky will eventually learn more about the group. “Sparks you know any mind-wiping spells?”

“Nope, sorry Captain,” Sparks said, reaching in the refrigerator for something to drink herself. “Maybe Princess Nightmare would know,” She closed the refrigerator with a foot bring back two soft drinks.

“Or maybe we can convince them to forget?” Ignite took one of the soft drinks and popped open the top with a claw.

“No, we have strict orders not to contact the Princess, and I doubt it they either one would just ‘forget.’ No, we have got to try something else,” Star said, swirling the drink in her hand, and staring at the two mares.

“Suggested-memory,” Nyx said, breaking the others thoughts, and continuing to read the book in her hands. “We could alter their memories, by telling them the truth, and disproving what they know.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know.” Star took a moment to think about it, but the passionate cries from Vixen threw her over the edge. “Do whatever you got to do. I’m going to bed.” Star grabbed the bottle in her hand, stormed off to her room- which was next to Stone’s -and slammed the door.

“Should we,” Sparks asked, knowing that Star is going to be like that for a few days.

“No, let’s get to work,” Ignite waved off Sparks concerns, knowing that they had more pressing manners to deal with. “So Nyx, how does this ‘suggested-memory’ thing works?” The three mares soon got to work in trying to cover the tracks of the team’s existence in the port town.

They were stopped when they heard Vixen’s voice cry out, “I’ll be a good fox!” Sparks started to blush knowing what the two were doing, while Ignite and Nyx remained unfazed, and continued the work.

Meanwhile in Stone’s room

“Ahh! H-harder, please.” Stone was hard at work, ‘teaching’ Vixen some discipline, and respect. He had her pushed against the head of his bed, pushing in and out at a torturing slow pace that had Vixen begging for more.

“You’ve been a bad little fox these last few days, so why should I?” Stone continued the slow strokes, only giving her a few inches of pleasure before pulling back out.

“N-no, I’ve b-been a good fox...I-I promise,” Vixen whined, proving to show no restraints to Stone’s teasing, and nothing she could do would relieve the burning itch she been going through for quite some time now.

Both being canines, Stone knew that when Vixen got more competitive with the others- or females in general -it was trying to prove herself to the strongest male she knows. Which was him.

“Really? I wouldn’t say so,” Stone said, finishing with a shape slap to Vixen’s ass, causing her tail to flare up in pleasure with a touch of pain from Stone’s claws. “You’ve been rather cold to the others and very disrespectful to Star. All of you may be mine, but we still all have rank to consider.” Stone slide a few more inches in Vixen’s tight hole.

“P-please, I’m sorry. I’ll be a good fox,” Vixen begged for release, the burning need becoming too much for her. Her tail flared about, finding itself wrapping around Stone’s waist.

“Really now? Then let me hear you say it,” Stone said, pulling out half an inch, and twisting Vixen’s hardened nipples.

“I-I’ll be a good fox,” Vixen said, barely a whisper, and definitely not loud enough for the rest of the mares to hear.

“Louder,” Stone commanded, pulling out another half an inch.

“I’ll be a g-good fox,” Vixen repeated, still not to the volume Stone wanted it to be.

Stone twisted the erect nipples harder, causing Vixen to wince and whine under the treatment. “Louder.” Stone pulled out all the way to the tip, threatening to remove the object of Vixen’s lust.

“I-I’ll be a g-good fox. I’ll be a good fox,” She repeated over and over again, still failing to comply with Stone’s commands, and he started to slowly pull out the tip. Not wanting to be denied the one thing that would sooth her desires. She mustered all the will she could get and shouted on the top of her lungs, “I’ll be a good fox!” Stone smiled when Vixen was finally able to swallow her pride and adhere to his command.

“Then I think a good fox deserve a treat,” Stone said, slamming his entire shaft back into Vixen, making her scream from the forced re-entry, and pushed her further against the head of the bed. Stone didn’t allow her to enjoy the feeling of being full, as he pulled out, and began to slam into her gaining power with each thrust.

“I’ll be a good fox,” Vixen repeated with each thrust, her mind going numb, and her breasts pushed against the wall. Stone took the repeated phase as a plea for more, which he was happy to deliver as he started to bite on Vixen’s neck.

For better leverage, Stone lifted one of Vixen’s legs, and redoubled the thrusting. Vixen’s cries climbed to a new level as Stone started to pull on her tail, the repeated phase never ceasing. Stone reached down to twist and pull on Vixen’s swollen cilt, making her cries lose sound for a brief moment.

“You’ve been needing this, haven’t you,” Stone whispered in Vixen’s ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive sensory fur, as his shaft started to violently throb deep inside Vixen.

“I’ll be a good fox,” Vixen continued to repeat, her eyes glazed over, and her breath ragged. Heh, I think I’ve toyed with her long enough. Better give the ‘good’ fox her real treat. Stone pulled Vixen off the wall, gently placed her on the bed, and started to grope her full chest all without stopping the thrusting.

He knew that Vixen wasn’t going to last much longer, if her clenching walls were anything to go by, and he knew that it would be rude of him not to give the fox what she really wanted. Stone picked up the pace and timing of his thrusts, forgetting all sense of rhythm, and resumed biting on Vixen’s neck.

Vixen moaned under Stone’s powerful thrusting, knowing that she wouldn’t last much longer, but she tried to hold off. “I’ll be a good fox, I’ll be a good fox, I’ll be a good fox.” The phase turned into a motto and the reward was pleasure. The combination of Stone’s thrusting, her nipple being twisted, and her clit trapped between two claws was far more than enough to push Vixen over the edge.

Being close himself, Stone gave a last few thrusts before firing a massive load of cum in Vixen. “I’ll be a good fox!” She screamed as the hot stream of cum quickly filled her vixenhood, mixing with her own cum, and leaked out. Vixen collapsed on the bed, tired, sweaty, and very satisfied.

Stone took a moment to catch his own breath before pulling out, a stream of their mixed cum followed afterward, and made a mess on his bed. “Heh, guess the both of us could have used that. Huh, Vixen,” Stone joked, knowing its been awhile seen he spent anytime with any of his mares, or vixen in Vixen’s case.

“I’ll, be a good, fox,” Vixen said, gasping for breath, and being completely unresponsive. Whoa, I think I broke her this time. Nah, she’ll sleep it off, and just wake up her usual self, I think. Stone got off the bed, hopped in the shower for a quick clean, and grabbed a pair of shorts.

“So Vixen, you want me to get you anything? A drink, food, anything,” Stone continued to joke with the dazed vixen.

“I’ll be a good fox...mmm.” Vixen rolled over, falling asleep before she could repeat the motto again. Stone walked over to her, wrapped his blanket over her, and kissed her on the forehead. “Mmm, I love you Stone.”

Stone’s heart jumped a beat when he heard Vixen. “And I love you too. I love all of you, I swear I’ll protect you all.” He placed another kiss on her forehead before walking out of the room turning off the lights.

Stone walked down the short hallway to the stairs, only to find that the others were still trying to fix the mess that they were in. “Any luck?” Sparks and Ignite looked his way with tried expressions. “So I’m taking that as a ‘no.’”

“We have a way to do it, its pretty easy, but Ms. Brush may be able to figure out what we’re doing,” Sparks informed Stone what has been going on for the last hour. “Its a combination of a mind-infiltration spell and suggested information.”

“Well what’s the problem?” Stone knew that Sparks wasn’t the best unicorn but she should have been able to pull off such a spell.

“The problem is Ms. Brush here, a very well trained unicorn, has the ability to detection magic,” Sparks pointed out, knowing that it was going to take a lot of magic to get around Inky’s detection.

“Again, what’s the problem,” Stone asked, having limited knowledge about magic.

“The problem is if I try and go in Ms. Brush’s head, she’ll know, and could simply run a memory-recovery spell.” Sparks was at her wits end, trying to force entry could not only get the team caught, but also destroy some of Inky’s memories.

“Well what if you had more magic to work with,” Stone thought, he had already went to the refrigerator to grab himself a bottle of milk.

“Well gee, that sounds great,” Ignite started, sarcastic encasing her voice. “If Star wasn’t pissed, and I’m sure that Vixen can barely move.”

“Uh,” Stone could hear Vixen’s voice echoing the phase in his head. “I’ll go get Star,” He said, backpedaling from the bat-dragon mare, almost tripping on one of the boxes of books. He recovered in time to place his bottle on a table near the stairs, while climbing up he looked back to see the irritated expression on Ignite’s face, and it didn’t take much for him to tell that he messed something up.

He walked back down the hall, checked on Vixen- who still was asleep with a happy smile -before going to Star’s door. “Captain?” He knocked on the door, remembering the last time he walked in without her permission.

“Go away,” Star called back from the other side of the door, not wanting to see, or hear the dog.

“Captain, I need to talk to you.” Stone needed to know what was bothering her, he always hated to see any of his mares upset.

“I said, go away Stone.” He could hear that Star didn’t want for him to actually go away. Stone sighed knowing what he had to do and he didn’t like it. He turned the doorknob, honestly surprised that she didn’t lock the door, and stepped in the dark room. On the far left side he spotted Star sitting at her work-desk, downing another shot of the cider.

“Captain, you know that you not supposed to be drinking on the job,” Stone joked, hoping that it would get her to crack a smile.

She didn’t.

“I told you to go away, don’t you have a vixen to calm down,” Star quipped, pouring another round of the hard cider.

“Heh, already did that, but forget about it. I’m here to talk to you.” Stone grabbed an empty chair, taking a seat next to Star, and taking away her shot-glass.

“Hey give that back, that an order-” Star’s half-dunked demand was cut short by Stone placing his lip over her’s. Star tried to put up a fight before giving in to the kiss, savoring the feeling of being close to someone.

Stone ended the kiss far more early than Star would have liked, he put the shot-glass down, and looked straight into Star’s violet-blue eyes. “Star, talk to me.” Stone’s voice was low, full of concern, and worry for the mare. Star looked away, still unwilling to be moved by her emotions, and fought off any desire to throw herself at Stone. Stone saw the conflict in her eyes, he gently took Star by the face, and forced her to look him in the eyes again. “Please.”

Star gave up the pointless fight and wrapped her arms around him, tears soaking his fur chest. “I’m n-not fit to be captain, I c-can’t even get you to hand back my drinking glass to me. How can I be expected to lead an entire team,” Star cried, finally letting the weeks of pressure, and high expectation break her harden shell.

Stone comforted the mare, rubbing her mane in an effort to calm her down, and remained silent allowing her to continue. “Three weeks, we’ve been stationed here for three weeks, and what do we have to show for it,” Star asked, but it was more directed at herself than Stone. “We, I messed up Stone, Inky will know something up now, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Star continued to whimper, slightly shaking, and sniffling as she kept crying.

“Star, you’re wrong. You’re a great captain, we managed to do a lot in these three weeks, and Sparks and the others found a way to fix this,” Stone said, trying his best to comfort his captain- no -his marefriend. “And,” He raised Star’s head to look to him, “they need you.”

Star looked like she was going to bust with tears again, but was able to choke them down. My team- my family -needs me. I can’t let them down. Star forced herself to the comforting and protection of Stone’s embrace to face the task at hand. She wiped away any tears that were left, replacing her depressed expression with one of pure determination, and stepped out of the room with a new kick in her step.

That’s my mare. Stone grabbed the half empty bottle of peach cider and took a swig. As soon as the pinkish color drink touched his tongue he had to force the drink down. That’s my mare.

Stone soon rejoin the others to find that Nyx was missing. “Hey where's are bat-pony?”

“She said something about being tired, so she in her room,” Ignite answered, tossing an empty bottle of milk to Stone. “By the way, we need more milk.” Stone look down at the bottle and then towards the spot where he placed his, only to find that it was missing.

“Aww, man, I really wanted that,” Stone grumbled, tossing the glass in the recycle bin.

“Aww that’s too bad, I saved some right here though.” Ignite grabbed her breasts and started to shake them trying to tease the dog. Stone could feel both his mouth and shaft give their own separate responses, but he was able to fight back the primal desires.

“Ignite, now is not the time for that,” Star said, her commanding voice returned in full. “Now you two sit down and be quite.” Star turned back to Sparks going over the plan one last time. “Alright so I stop her detection spell, while you alter her memory, right?”

“That’s the plan, from what I can tell she isn’t that strong of a unicorn, so you shouldn’t have that much trouble with stopping the spell.” Sparks re-read the part that Nyx pointed out, it all seemed simple enough: Take a recent memory, leave what is true, and change what’s needed to be. Simple, right?

“Then let’s get to work.” Star said, reaching her hand out to Sparks’s. The two joined hands, channeling their magic together, and Sparks started the mind-inflation spell. Their eyes started to glow from the color of each other’s irises, collapsing to the ground the last sign that the spell worked.

“You think they’re okay?” Stone looked at the two as they had their backs pressed against each other, completely unaware of the world around them.

“Oh I sure that they’re fine, so as long as we keep quiet,” Ignite smirked, taking the opportunity she been waiting for all week. “You can manage that right?” Ignite started to brush her thin tail against his leg, pressed her breasts closer towards him, and a sultry smile to top it all off.

“Uh, y-yeah of course I can.” Shit, I forgot that Ignite had a thing for getting caught. Okay stay calm, stay calm. It can’t take Sparks that long, right? Stone prayed to Cerberus that he was right.

“Then while we wait, why don’t we play a game? Let’s say, ‘hard-cord mode.’” Ignite pounced on top of Stone, biting her way down to the ‘goal’ of her little game. Stone knew stopping her now would make things worse for later, so he just let Ignite continue to play, biding his time.

Inky Brush's subconscious; Memory storage

“Man, Ms. Brush really is an organized mare.” Sparks and Star walked through Inky’s subconscious, careful with each step as the wrong move could activate any mental barriers that Inky had over her brain.

“I’m still amazed that its not all jumbled up, wouldn’t an artist’s subconscious be less, clean,” Star asked, impressed with each corridor they took.

“Usually that is true, but there are times where an artist would be highly organized,” Sparks explained, being one herself she could provide information on an artist thoughts. “And its this organization that’s going to make our jobs a whole lot easier.”

“Why’s that,” Star asked, not having as much mind-inflation training as Sparks. Then again, Sparks did always have a knack for stuff like this.

“Ms. Brush seems to know a little about controlling her subconscious, if the somewhat cryptic labeling is anything to go by, but its due to this organization that it will be easy to find the right memory.” The two reached a room that had two split paths, one being labeled: Eventum, and the other labeled: Animus. “And this is my point right here, it seems both of the paths could hold what we’re looking for, but she has them labeled similar so inflators- like us -would get lost.”

“Ingenious,” Star whispered awestruck by the simple comic book artist’s mind.

“Well she isn’t called the Eden prodigy for nothing,” Sparks said, examining the two corridors, for any signs of one of them being the right one.

That’s right, Inky isn’t from Equestria. Star remembered reading the reports that Princess Nightmare handed her before sending them off to assist with the gang problems that arose in the recent years. Inky was originally from the Lunar Republics, her whole family had been for generations, that was until she got a full-ride scholarship from an art-school in Baltimare.

Maybe that would explain all of this. It was a well-known fact that in the Lunar Republics, unicorns practice a slightly altered version of magic than their Equestria counterparts. For Inky to be able to do this, who knows what else this mare can do. That must be why Princess Nightmare wanted us to watch over her. Princess Nightmare had refused to give a real reason as to why the mare was important, but Star knew it had something to do with her mind.

“Hey Captain,” Sparks voice broke Star out of her thoughts. “I think I’ve got it figured out, if I’m right the memory should be down this way.” She pointed to the path labeled Eventum, Star nodded, and the two started to make their way down the path.

Better hurry, who knows what Ignite is doing to Stone right now. An image of Ignite clawing towards Stone with hungry look in her eyes, forced Star to pick up speed, and dashed through the pathway.

Meanwhile outside of Inky’s subconscious

Slurping sounds could be heard throughout the living room that the team called home. Stone pressed himself against the couch, fighting all canine instincts that reared its ugly head, but he was at his end and Ignite could tell.

She continued to swirl her long fork-like tongue around the tip of Stone’s shaft while her breast encased the rest in a warm embrace. She teased the underside of his shaft causing him to tense up, fighting the urge to simply taking Ignite.

“No fair Stone, its no fun if you don’t let me win sometimes,” She teased as though she was a filly losing a videogame. She decided to ‘take it up the level,’ so she started to lift her breasts up and down, massaging the hardened shaft, and adding a new level of pleasure Stone had to fight against. Each time she would reach the top, Ignite would lick her own nipples, and bring them down to rest on Stone’s stones. The motion was repeated for several minutes before Ignite thought she should get to the good part. She removed her breasts, replacing it with the rest of her mouth, and tongue, moaning when she still could taste his and Vixen’s cum.

A quiet roar escaped Stone’s mouth, as holding back base instincts became more difficult by the second. Looking down he saw Ignite looking up to him, bliss expressed on her face. The pacing of her bobs became quick, her tongue circled around his shaft, and even touching the base. Shit, shit, keep in control. Keep everything under control, holy Cerberus Ignite is good at this Stone battled a two-way fight, one against his canine instincts, and the other against the pleasure that he was receiving from the dreadfully skilled Ignite.

Come on, I’m doing everything right. So why hasn’t he cum yet? For two weeks, Ignite has been reading erotic magazines, trying to improve her skills on pleasuring Stone. Gah, just blow already so we can get to the good part. I been practicing with bananas for two weeks for this. The strain on her neck was making it harder for her to continue with the ‘game.’ Ignite thought fast, remembering one section in a BDSM magazine that said some males enjoy biting.

Well here goes nothing. Ignite turned her head sideways and lightly bit on the throbbing shaft. The end result was a roar that was louder than the one from before. Wow, did that just work? I wonder, Ignite tried the same thing, only this time a bit harder, and the same end result. Oh, wow that’s perfect. Better make small bites though.

Ignite started to take small bites on Stone’s shaft, her reward was more quiet roars, and throbbing that told her that she was close to her goal. The new onslaught of bites pushed Stone further to the edge of insanity and from the way Ignite was doing it, it wouldn’t be much longer before he fell off the edge.

Wait, a damn minute. One of Stone’s instincts brought forth knowledge that he should have already thought of. Ignite is a part of my pack- one of my mares -why the hell am I fighting against it? Stone threw all caution and worry to the wind, he grabbed Ignite by the ear, and started to push her head further down.

Ignite was caught off-guard by Stone’s sudden change in heart, but still continued the bobbing. She could feel the tip of Stone’s shaft touch the back of her throat, and Ignite forced her gag-reflex not to act, but it proved harder than she thought. Damn, so this is what the magazine meant by ‘deep throat.’ Ignite thought, hoping that she could last a bit longer. Stone could feel that he didn’t recover fully from Vixen, his release was cumming, and he couldn’t fight it any longer.

“I-Ignite, I-I’m gonna.” He tried to warn Ignite of the oncoming torrent, but was too late as the first loads fired straight down her throat. She did her best to swallow as much as possible, but a few small streams leaked out the corners of her mouth. She pulled off of Stone’s shaft, swallowing the last bits of sticky cum. “Ignite, I’m sorry I tried to-”

“I win.”

“Huh?” Stone was lost by what Ignite meant, he thought that she would cook him alive, but the statement told otherwise.

“I won the game, so I get my prize.” Ignite stood up, taking a seat on Stone’s semi-hard shaft. “That’s how the game goes.”

“What game, ‘cause I want to play.” Both of the lovers were frozen in place at the sound of Nyx’s voice. They dared to look her way to see that she was standing at the top of the stairs. Ignite was quick to think and adapt to the change in plans.

Stone was going to say something when Ignite shut his mouth. “Why of course you can play Nyx. We were about to get the the best part.” Ignite invited Nyx over with a finger, excitement ripping through her body at the thought of playing a new game with her fellow pack member.

Inky’s Memory storage; 10:35PM Friday Night

“Right there when Nyx shows up, replace the stun-ball with a smoke one, and see what happens.” Back inside of Inky suspicious, Star and Sparks were changing minor details to see what would be the best outcome of the change of events, and things started to look promising.

Sparks made the necessary changes to the memory and then let it play out. “Okay so if, we do that: Vixen takes out the two, the other one didn’t get the chance to rush Ms. Brush, and I take out the last one from the roof. Then, Vixen would have pointed them out, and Nyx wouldn’t make in time to knock them out, but still would have shot a stun-ball at them.” Close,

“Try removing Nyx altogether, if she isn’t there to knock them out, then we’ll tell them what happened instead.” Star figured that the best thing to do was take Nyx out of the picture altogether.

“Umm...that may take a while,” Sparks said, already going to work, and removing all of Inky’s knowledge about Nyx. “Ms. Brush sure does take note of everything around her. She even thought about Nyx’s body language, most ponies don’t- or even can’t -do that.”

“You’re right, Inky is no mere prodigy.” Star was far more than just amazed by Inky, in one night she had proven that she had the mentality of a Lunar guard, yet lacked any training to back the mentality up. I wonder how her life would turn out if she did stay in the Lunar Republics. Star knew that Inky could easily pass any test the Lunar guard could give her, with time she could receive enough training to pass the physical part, and would rise through the ranks with ease. As Sparks played back the altered version of the memory, she noticed something off about Inky, and paid closer attention to her.

As the third stallion started to run towards Inky and Feather, Inky stood out from her hiding spot, and dodged the stallion’s knife sweeping her leg under his.

“Whoa, hey Captain did you know,” Sparks asked, hinting to the memory that they just saw.

“No, no I didn’t, but I believe that Princess Nightmare does.” Forget the Lunar guard, that mare could make it through the Nightmare guard just as easily. So what’s stopping her from doing that naturally? Star knew that Inky must have some kind of potential, even if small.

“You think that’s what the book is for?” Sparks voice broke Star out of her thoughts.

“What do you mean,” Star asked.

“Well, within everyone- other species included -there’s a hidden level of awareness that one can call upon in time of need. Of course you’ve heard of the fight or flight, right,” Sparks asked, not sure how much of the topic Star knew about.

“Yes I do, so you’re saying that Inky choose fight over flight?” From what Star could tell, that seemed the case.

“Close, she didn’t ‘choose’ it,” Sparks said, knowing the exact point Star was referring to. “See right here, the way she suddenly moved. From the reports we’ve read, Ms. Brush has no combat skills whatsoever- even after she was enrolled in that combat class -she showed no skill with it at all.”

“Sparks get to the point, are you saying she has hidden potential, or are you saying she just reacted,” Star asked, tired of dealing with a subject she knows next to nothing about.

“I’m saying that the book maybe a catalyst for hidden potential,” Sparks said, standing back up, and walking away from the memory. “Think about it, when the enchanted comic books first came out there were bugs in the spell, and one of them was unicorns gaining abilities.” Sparks did make a good point.

The first enchanted comic beta testers did suffer some slight defects from the comics. Ponies would be sucked in without even activating the spell, some wouldn’t even want to come back, and some well-adapted unicorn did go through magic feedback from the comic’s magic.

“And since she wanted a living world, she didn’t put any of the required restrictions on the book. Therefore, she is getting a slight magical feedback from it, and any hidden potential is coming to the surface,” Sparks finished her hypothesis, shaking her head in amazement. “If that’s the case, why wasn’t this used in the guards,” She asked, knowing that she could use the extra boost in magic.

“Because unicorns would use it as an excuse to take over,” Star said, putting the loose pieces together. “That’s why we’re watching her, we’re to keep her from going down that path.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right. Still what makes her different,” Sparks asked, not really seeing anything that special about Inky. “Sure she a prodigy, but there’s one for that in everything, and she not, social.”

“Well she has a marefriend now, with time that could change, so let’s not call it done just yet.” Star could tell that whatever part Inky was be playing, it will be an important one. “Come on, let’s head back. Knowing Ignite, she most likely playing a game with Stone.”

“Oh come on Star, I’m sure that Stone is just fine,” Sparks said with a roll of the eyes, she and Star started to make their way towards the exit. Though, it has been awhile since our last ‘swim.’ Sparks thought to herself, realizing just how long its been since she- or even Star -had anytime alone with their dog. Hang on Stone, I’ll save you from drowning!

Sparks started to pick up her pace toward the direction she thought was the right way. Star noticed the swiftness in Sparks’s step, she too started to pick up the pace pulling ahead of Sparks.

Sparks was surprised when Star came from behind, “Hang on Captain, I mapped out our path so I think I should take lead.” She jogged to stay in front of Star, who wouldn’t have any of it.

“Don’t worry about it Sparks,” Star said, jogging passed Sparks. “You’ve done enough for today and deserve a break.”

Sparks met Star’s jogging with a light run, “Please Captain, I feel just fine, and it’ll be faster if I took lead,” She said, talking more about something else then leaving Inky’s subconscious.

“A good captain knows how to treat her subportants. So rest up, I know you’ll need it,” Star said, locking eyes with Sparks, but neither one breaking the run.

“I know a shortcut, it’ll be faster, and I still do have to alter Ms. Pen’s memory to fit this one.” The light-run turn into a full sprint, neither one allowing the other to gain any lead over the other. They started to turn at every corner, in hopes of tricking the other, they ran up and down stairs going further into Inky’s suspicious.

Easily becoming lost.

“Hey Captain, did you hear that?”

Meanwhile, outside of Inky’s subconscious

“I-Ignite i-its too big.” Nyx and Ignite were taking their time enjoying their...’prize.’

“Come on Nyx, get your flank down that mare-breaker,” Ignite said, still being cautious not to distribute Star or Sparks from changing Inky’s memory, not like she was worried about them failing. “You got this.”

Nyx shook her head, tears of pain filling her eyes. “N-no, its too big.” Nyx tried her hardest to push down further, but the pain would force her to stop. Ignite pulled Nyx in for a kiss, doing all she can to calm the smaller mare down.

“Nyx, you got this. I’ve seen you take on a rampaging minotaur, so I know you got what it takes,” Ignite said in a soft and soothing voice, wiping away the tears from Nyx eyes, and planting a kiss on her forehead. “You know you’re so cute when you actually show your emotions.”

“S-shut up, e-emotions are a s-sign of w-weakness,” Nyx said, remembering the motto from her father, who too was in the guard. “I’m not w-weak.”

“No you’re not, and having emotions don’t make you weak. It actually make you strong,” Ignite said, pulling Nyx in for another kiss, and wrapping her arms around her small torso. “Being close to somepony- or in this case someone -makes you stronger. To be able to depend on someone else, letting them see your weaknesses, and letting them help you is what makes one strong.”

Ignite held Nyx close, rubbing her hands along her back, and the base of her wings- where most avians are most sensitive. She licked along side of Nyx’s neck, erecting a moan from the mare.

“O-okay, I-I’m ready.” Nyx bit her lip, resuming the painful- yet very pleasurable -task of pushing further down on Stone’s shaft. “Ahh! Ignite its, its filling me up!” Ignite continued to comfort the mare, encouraging her to go further down. “Ignite, it, it hurts. I can’t,” Nyx said, struggling with the last few inches.

“Yes you can. Like you just said, ‘you’re not weak.’” Ignite lowered her hands, wrapping her hands around Nyx’s waist, and pushing in the last inch. The pain snapped Nyx into her carnivore-like instincts, she bared her fangs, and bit hard on Ignite’s shoulder. She flinched from the pain, but thanks to her scale-like fur, Ignite was able to deal with the pain, and she continued to push Nyx further down causing her more pain, but much more pleasure.

Stone he’s inside of me, he’s a part of me, I’m his. Nyx released her fangs from Ignites shoulder, licking the two fang marks covering them with an enzyme to make them heal. All Nyx could do was rest her head on Ignite’s shoulder, breathing slow, and heavy trying to recover as fast as possible.

“Ignite I’m so sorry, I just lost control and-” Ignite sealed Nyx’s lips with a kiss, putting all worries away, and embracing each other.

“Don’t worry about it, dragon blood remember? It’ll heal quick, even faster thanks to your saliva.” Ignite rubbed Nyx’s cheeks, calming down all of her worries. She brushed back Nyx’s crimson-red bangs, so she could gaze into her purple-sapphire gems. “You know, you should wear your hair back sometimes.”

Nyx stared into Ignite's fiery-orange eyes, radiant orbs only speaking truth from Ignite’s words. “Ignite, I love you.” Nyx pulled Ignite in for a loving kiss, all needs and desires long since forgotten.

That and one more thing.

“Mmmpf!” Something- or rather somedog -brushed his canines over Ignite’s marehood. Too lost in comforting Nyx, Ignite had forgotten that she forced Stone to lay down on the couch, then promptly sat on his face. “Stone! Oh crap, I forgot.”

Ignite sat up a little allowing Stone to take a huge breath of fresh air. “Ignite, I’m going to-” He was promptly silenced by Ignite sitting back on his snout, the vibrations from him speaking was sent up through Ignite’s spine.

Ignite looked down to see the angry look on Stone’s face, “Sorry Stone, you had your fun, now let the mares play.” She stuck her tongue at him, causing him to attempt to shout only serving to pleasure Ignite. “Mmmm, just like that.”

Why that little, alright she wants to play a game then let’s play a ‘game.’ Stone started to push his tongue inside of Ignite, making her moan in delight. “Stone, wait until w-we start the game,” Ignite moan, knowing that Stone could easily bring her to a climax. “Nyx, are y-you ready?”

“Y-yeah,” Nyx said, still unsure about the whole thing.

“We’ll s-start on three. O-one, t-two, three!” With help from Ignite, Nyx started to lift up from Stone’s shaft- missing the full feeling in doing so -and staining to push back down. She waited a few seconds before repeating the process, soon doing so without Ignite’s help, and freely raiding Stone’s shaft.

“Ahh, Ignite t-this feels so g-good,” Nyx blurted out, rubbing her own small breast, and twisting the nipples. Much of the pain soon faded away as she started at her own pace.

“S-see? I k-knew you like it, mmmph,” Ignite moaned as Stone reached further inside of her. She leaned in to take Nyx by the mouth, allowing Stone more room to work with. He added claws to the mix, nippling on Ignite’s swollen cilt. “Nyx, w-we’ve got to b-beat Stone. Please make h-him cum first. It’s all up to you,” Ignite said, knowing that she going to lose the battle.

“Ignite...I-I don’t k-know if I can,” Nyx moaned, knowing that she is close herself.

Ignite pulled Nyx to her mouth so she could whisper, “Then let us lose together.” Ignite rubbed the base of Nyx’s wings causing her to start losing control of her instincts again. She bite on Ignite’s shoulder, slamming down on Stone as hard as she could. Ignite too started to bounce on Stone’s face, wanting- no, needing -release.

Ignite’s scent drove Stone wild, each time a fresh drop of her juice landed on his tongue it made him want more. He reached as deep as his tongue would allow him to go, only wanting Ignite to cum just so he could taste more of the oddly spicy, and salty cum.

Nyx could feel that she was beyond her limit, “Ignite I’m going to-” She was silenced with a kiss from Ignite. The two wrapped their tongues around each others, moaning in unison as they both came. Nyx buried herself all the way down Stone’s shaft, gripping tightly, and releasing her cum. Ignite trapped Stone’s head in between her legs, drowning him in a torrent of her own cum.

The vices around his shaft and head, plus the spicy mare-cum was able to send Stone over the edge. He fired a stream into Nyx, who couldn’t take the sudden warmth, and came again from the sheer force of dog cum.

Nyx collapsed on Ignite’s chest, she managed to get off of Stone’s face, and took a spot on his chest with a sleeping Nyx in her arms. “Looks like the game ended in a tie,” She said with a smile before falling asleep herself.

Stone stared at the ceiling, an exhausted look on his face, but he still was able to smile. He wrapped his protective arms around the two, making them nuzzle further into his growing winter coat, and both muttering ‘I love you's.’

Man, these mares are going to milk me dry. I wonder what’s taking Captain and Sparks so long anyways? Meh, I’m sure they're fine.

Iny’s subconscious; Nightmare realm

“Captain what the fuck is that thing?” Sparks’s and Star’s foalish competition had left them lost in Inky’s mind, they soon found themselves running for their lives from one of Inky’s monstrous nightmares, and any chance of escape was looking slim.

“Don’t know, don’t care, just keep running soldier.” This is all your fault Stone. I hope you found a safe place to sleep, because when I get out of here you are dead.

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Star and Sparks both hid underneath a flight of stairs, the nightmare continued to stalk them throughout Inky’s subconscious, and it showed no signs of ending the chase. Star did her best to hold her breath, waiting for the monster to leave, and search somewhere else. Sparks on the other hand, was slightly panicking, and she had been blaming herself for the misfortune that was brought on them.

This is all my fault. I was too wrapped up in trying to beat Star that I got us lost. Sparks couldn’t believe how foolish she acted and now it seemed that it was going to cost them their lives. Shit, Captain is angry with me I just know it. Sparks started to hyperventilate, the stress of the failed infiltration, and her own self doubts weighed down on her.

Star noticed Sparks hyperventilating, she dared to take her eyes off of the monster to comfort her team mate. “Sparks, calm down. Breath dammit,” She said, trying her best to get Sparks breathing back down to normal.

“Captain, I messed up. This, this is all my fault.” Star’s breathing continued to climb, her eyes becoming distant, and she started to shake.

“Sparks, Sparks listen to me, this isn’t your fault, and you didn’t mess up.” Star knew that Sparks had a high sense of duty just like she did, if not more, but right now she didn’t need her worrying about the mission.

“No, no, no this is my fault. If I just let you take lead, if I had just listen to you from the start, we wouldn’t be in this mess because of me.” Sparks started to rock back and forth, her body locked in the fetal position.

Star knew that Sparks wasn’t going to listen until her breathing got back under control. She did the only thing she could think of to get Sparks breathing back to normal. Star grabbed Sparks by the shoulders and planted her lips over her’s, forcing Sparks to breath through her nose.

Once Star felt that Sparks breathing was under control, she parted her lips from Sparks, and wiped the small bit of saliva. “Better?”

All Sparks could do was nod with a dumb look on her face. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Her black fur only made the blush on her face seem that much brighter. Star ignored the blush on Sparks face, knowing that they have more things to worry about.

“Good, come on let’s get out of here. You can handle taking lead, right,” Star asked, assured that Sparks was more than capable of doing the job.

“Yeah I got it, let’s get out of here.” Sparks somehow felt better knowing that Star still trusted her to take lead. I can’t- won’t -mess up again. The two mares started to make through the corridors, careful not to alert the monster of their whereabouts. The trious escape took only mere minutes but to the two it felt like an entity. Once out of range of the nightmare’s gaze, the two allowed a moment to take a sigh of relief.

“Think that it’ll go away,” Star asked, curious as to why Inky would have such a nightmare running amuck in her head.

“I don’t know. Then again, I don’t even know what kind of nightmare it was. It seemed to be something fairly recent.” Sparks forced herself to think about the monster’s appearance and ‘feel.’ “It’s too weak to be an old one, yet it big enough to have been here for a long time.”

“How’s that,” Star asked, again impressed by how much Sparks was able to understand about other’s suspicious.

“Well, for a nightmare to have any ‘hold’ on anyone’s dream, a fear must have time to grow, and become a nightmare,” Sparks stated, remembering the psychology classes she sat in for extra credit in college. “In this case though, the nightmare is still just a fear, but a big one.”

“It must have something to deal with the book, the creature did seemed to be made of ink.” Star noted. “Do you think she afraid of it now?”

“No, no I don’t think she afraid of the actual book. More like she afraid of what she can do with it,” Sparks said, knowing that without any restriction on the book, Inky could do as she please, and that also means that she could simply kill anypony in the book and get away with it. “She’s not that kind of mare, is she?”

“Huh, what kind?” Star was confused by the vague question Sparks just asked.

“I mean, she like a god in the book now. So if she wanted she could destroy anything and anyone that she wanted to.” Sparks continued to think about what she was saying, knowing that within everyone there’s always that touch of evil. “She could destroy a whole living world and get away with it. Not many can say that now can they?”

“You’re right she could, all she would have to do is redraw everything or make something new, and add it to the comic,” Star said, knowing where Sparks was coming from. “But, she doesn’t seem to be interested in mere destruction, then again its far too early to tell just yet.” To the team’s knowledge she only been in the comic once and the very next day got a marefriend. I wonder,

“Hey Sparks, do you think there’s anyway to get her more attached to the book?” Star and the team knew the real reason why Inky made the comic, now that she has a marefriend she won’t have a need for it any more.

“What, like get Ms. Pen to go in the comic with her?” Sparks could faintly see what Star was thinking but to do something like that would be difficult.

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying. If Feather sees what they are able to do in the comic versus real life, then she’ll have to be more willing to go in the comic,” Star explain her thinking, already coming up with a plan. “Anyway let’s keep moving.”

Sparks thought about it, if Inky did had any hidden potential, and the comic was the only way to awaken it then the plan sounded smart. Except for one thing, “I don’t know, like I said there are no restrictions on the comic book, so Ms. Pen would suffer backlash from prolonged exposure.”

“Hmm, yeah you’re right. We can’t endanger others, or even Inky herself. We’re just going to have to make subtle inputs about it,” Star agreed, seeing the flaw in her plan. And she does it again. Sparks seemed to be able to think two steps ahead of me everytime. That’s what I really admire about her. She always seem to be thinking. I wish I wasn’t such a coward, I confessed my love for Stone. So why can’t I do the same for her?

“Captain!” Sparks yelling finally got through Star’s thoughts. “Geez, don’t just space out like that.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“I said, we’re almost to the exit, and that we should be getting ready for the jump,” Sparks repeated the instructions.

“Huh, jump? Oh, right, right we’re done here.” Come on Chain, get your shit together. You’re a captain for Nightmare’s sake. Star shouted in her head, she straightened up, and resumed the role of captain.

Sparks did a double take, Whoa, one sec she’s all lost in thought now, she all focused. I could never do that. Sparks knew that Star had her moments where she seemed lost, but then she would recover the next second.

“Sparks? Are you alright,” Star asked, shaking Sparks out of her thoughts. “Are you ready to go? We’ve still got work that needs to be done and not that much time left.” That’s when it finally hit Sparks that she still have to alter Feather’s memory and match it to Inky’s as well.

“Y-yeah, I’m ready.” Sparks and Star joined hands, channeling their magic through each other, and opening a ‘portal’ out of Inky’s subconscious.

“Okay, on three. One, two, three!” They jumped through the portal, making sure not to sever the connection between them.

Outside of Inky’s subconscious

The world around them started to become known to their minds again, as both Star, and Sparks started to awake. Both of them groan from the slight stiffness that they felt, bumping their heads when they looked up to the ceiling.

Man, that was tough. Good thing Feather isn’t a unicorn, or we would be here all night. Sparks sighed knowing her job wasn’t over yet.

Sparks? Sparks blinked a few times, for a second she thought she heard Star’s voice echoing inside of her head.

Huh, for a second it almost sounded-

Sparks, is that you? Why can I hear you in my head? Star’s voice again echoed through her head, confirming her doubts. Sparks and Star quickly separated, looking at each other knowing that they still could ‘feel’ each other’s thoughts.

Captain, I think something went wrong.

No duh something went wrong. How do we fix it?

Well, that’s the problem. There isn’t a way to ‘fix’ it, only to live with it. Sparks had heard of unicorns minds becoming linked from mind-infiltration spells, she also knew the only way to ‘fix it’ was to learn to control the mental link between her and Star. Okay, so this is how its done, right now there’s a mental link between us.

Okay.

Seeing as how we do trust each other, this should be easy. This mental link acts like a mental spell, meaning that we can turn it on, and off at our own will.

Sparks, get to the point.

We need like a phase or something like that, that will serve as an activation for the mental link. Any ideas?

Really? Its that simple?

Well, at first there maybe some, ‘complications,’ but nothing a little one on one practice can’t solve.

Fine, how about Tantibus? You know after the team’s name.

Oh, um yeah that works, and if we think of anything else we want to use then we could change it. Well, I’m going to try it out now. Tantibus. Sparks focused on the word, using her magic, and her mind to associate the word with the mental link shared with Star. Captain, can you hear me? She waited a moment, hoping the magical word association was working. Great, it worked. Tantibus. Sparks again focused her magic on her thoughts, re-opening the link. Captain.

So I’m taking it that it worked?

Yup, like a charm. I’ll get to work on altering Feather’s memories.

Good, I’ll take Inky to your room. You don’t mind, do you?

N-no I don’t, that’s fine. Sparks did her best to hide the blush on her face and to keep her thoughts in check. The moment of silence in her head allowed Sparks to hear the faint snoring sound that Ignite was known for. She looked through the darkened room to see Ignite, Nyx, and Stone all sleeping on the couch in each other’s embrace. Oh man, when Captain see this-

When I see what? Sparks forgot that she still had the link opened, she looked over to Star who has already walked over to the stairs with Inky over her shoulder.

Sparks pointed towards the couch. That. Star looked over where Sparks was pointing to, only to see the three wrapped in each other. She could see the dried stains of cum in between their legs and over Ignite’s and Stone’s faces. Ignite did mention something about a new ‘game’ just didn’t think she meant that.

Gah, that dog. He going to get one of us pregnant one day.

That’s not a bad thing is it? Sparks asked, biting her bottom lip, and blushed slightly. She knew one day that she would like to carry Stone’s foal- or rather -cub, seeing as canines have more dominant traits than ponies.

No, it isn’t, but not until we finish our mission. Though, we have been under a lot of stress lately, exactly tonight. Maybe we deserve a ‘swim’ ourselves.

How do you know-

Vixen told me. Now get to work on Feather, take her to your room when you’re done, and report to my room for the night.

Y-yes ma’am.

Good luck Sparks, we’re counting on you. Tantibus. Sparks could feel the mental link being sever, a sign that Star has already successfully learned how to control the link. Star walked up the stairs, careful with carrying Inky, and disappeared to the other side of the house.

Sparks looked over to Stone and sighed, knowing that Star did had a point. They were on a mission to insure the safety of Equestria and the Lunar Republics, there wasn’t time for any of them to be dealing with a pregnancy during this mission.

She decided to put the dream aside for now, knowing that she had one last thing to be done before she could call it a night. “So, Ms. Pen, what kind of pegasus are you?” Sparks re-cast the mind infiltration spell, immediately getting to work.

Sparks’s room

Star carefully laid Inky down on Sparks bed, she removed Inky’s glasses from her face, and placed them on the nightstand. Star turned to leave when she felt Inky grab her tail, she turned her head glad to see that Inky was still asleep, but she was muttering something under her breath.

“Mom, please don’t, please don’t leave me.” Was the only thing Star was able to understand, a small slimming line was seen rolling down her cheek. She swiped Inky’s hand from her tail, gently laying it back on her side. Star wiped away the tear, looking down at her seeing the obvious signs of a nightmare- or better said -memory. “Mom,” Another tear rolled down Inky’s face.

Star sighed, knowing whatever was the problem that she couldn’t help. At least not directly. Star did the only thing she could think of, which was sing just like her mother used to do.

I will be here waiting for you,

I will be here watching after you

My love is true,

I will see you through

Hush, my child let the nightmares go,

Let your mind flow

Open your eyes to the sea

Please hear my plea

Listen to the calm waters, the pushing and pulling

Hear the cries of the birds, of their soaring

Feel the warm sand,

Of this Graceland

Know that I will always be here, waiting and watching after you

You will make it through

Star hummed the soft melody of the song, memories of her own mother singing the song to her came back, and even brought a tear to her own eye. She repeated the same verse of the song until she was sure that Inky was fully asleep.

She stood from the bed and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. “Thanks mom,” Star heard Inky call out from her sleep, she bit her lip, but still left the room heading straight towards her’s.

She threw open the door, took her clothes off, threw on a sports bra on, and a pair of training shorts. Star collapsed on the bed, the long day of tracking Quip, worrying about her team mates, dealing with her own self doubts, and finally being forced to remember her old family took its toll on her.

Three weeks of nonstop stressful work, dealing with Vixen’s competitive attitude, and any crap these cover jobs throw our way. Yeah, some alone time with Stone, and Sparks is really needed. Star rolled over to stare at the ceiling and simply let out a tired sigh that had been building all day. She rolled to her side, closing her eyes to take a much need sleep.

Moments later, the door opened up to an very exhausted looking Sparks. She simply hobbled over to the bed, collapsing right next to Star, groaning as the soft mattress accepted her sudden weight. “I take it everything went as planned.”

“Mmm, yes ma’am, Ms. Pen is a lot heavier than she looks,” Sparks muttered and Star could tell that she was tried.

“Well get some rest, we’re the only ones that can explain what happen.” Star rolled over to wrap Sparks in her arms. Sparks herself just nuzzled in the embrace, taking a spot under Star’s muzzle. The two allowed the exhaustion of the day to take them to the welcoming world of dreams.

The Next Morning; down stairs

Soreness. Weight. Pain.

These were the first things that greeted Stone as he was the first to awake. He cracked his eye open to see that Ignite and Nyx were still happily in his arms. Ignite’s usual goofy smile could always bring a chuckle to Stone’s face and he always thought that Nyx looked cuter with her hair pulled back.

A small chuckle escaped the weight that was laying on his chest, but a sharp stinging pain on his neck forced the chuckle to end. Okay, next time we going to play this ‘game’ in your rooms. Stone tried to get up but felt Ignite push back down. “Ignite, Nyx get up.”

The two mares grumbled something in their sleep, which only led to further irritating Stone, and forcing him to do the only thing he knew that would wake them up. With their flanks pointed outward to his sides, Stone moved his hands down, and pulled on their tails.

Both mares worked up with their own different type of moan, one was from pleasure, and the other was from pure irritation. “Well I’m glad to see you two up,” Stone said with a sly smirk, which was met with a fiery slap from Ignite.

Not even given anytime to recover, she pulled on his collar. “Come spring, that rod of your’s have better be ready,” Ignite said in a threatening tone.

“And I love you too. Now can we go take a shower? We smell like sex, sweat, and stress.” Stone know Ignite hated when he- or anyone of the others -pulled on her tail, something about the weak feeling in her knees.

Ignite stared into Stone’s pitch-black eyes, her fiery ones able to burn holes through the toughest of stones, but Stone himself remained unmoved by the intensity of the orbs of pure fire. “Fine, but you’re taking it with us, and you are doing all of the work.” Ignite pushed him back down on the couch, grabbed her shorts, and walked off to the room she shared with Nyx.

Stone started to laugh at Ignite’s predictable reaction. “That’s always too easy to pass up, no matter how pissed she gets.” He continued to laugh, but the silence from Nyx told him something was up. “Nyx, are you alright?”

Nyx just sighed, laid her head back down on Stone’s chest, and wrapped her arms around him. “No, Stone I could feel it leaking out of me all night, and some of it is still inside of me.” Nyx buried herself in Stone’s winter coat.

“Hey, its alright. Its still winter so-”

“Are you two coming, or am I going have to drag you up here!” Ignite shouted from bathroom in her and Nyx’s room. Stone and Nyx started to laugh, knowing that Ignite would do something like that. Nyx tried to move but her legs failed to respond to her commands.

“Um, Stone? C-could you c-carry me?” Nyx blushed, knowing that she sounded like a little foal, but it hurt to move her legs.

“Heh, sure.” Stone gently picked Nyx up in her arms as she wrapped her’s around his neck. “Comfortable?”

“Y-yeah, thanks.” Nyx nuzzled under Stone’s muzzle, to hid the bright blush on her indigo fur. She took in a whiff of Stone’s natural scent, her mind going numb, and a content sigh left her lip.

Stone chuckled at the bat-pony’s antics, he started to make his way towards the stairs, but stopped when he noticed that Inky and Feather were missing from their spots. “It looks like everything went right last night,” He said, breaking Nyx out of her day-dream.

She looked over to where she last saw the two, only to see that Stone was right. “Yeah, I guess it did. I’m sorry about it too, it was my fault.” Nyx tightened her grip around Stone’s neck, realizing that all of last night was her fault. “Captain Star is no doubt upset with me. I wouldn’t be-”

Stone silenced Nyx with a reassuring kiss, she was surprised at first, but eventually returned the affection. Stone pulled away when he felt that Nyx was calm, he looked into her eyes, and smiled. “Nyx, I’m sure that Captain isn’t mad at you. ‘Cause if she was, you would be doing laps around the sea-port, and she’ll have a spell-gun pointed at you the entire time,” Stone finished with a laugh, successfully getting one out of Nyx.

“Yeah you're right, come on let’s hit the showers, soldier-dog,” Nyx joked, which by itself was a rarity. Stone did a mock salute and continued his way to the showers. When he pushed open the door to Nyx’s and Ignite’s room, it was easy to tell whose side was whose.

“So, you and Ignite. You’re sharing the room better than I thought.” Crushed tin cans, discarded clothes, and misshapen bed all marked Ignite’s side. While neatly folded clothes, a single glass on the nightstand, and perfectly made up bed marked Nyx side.

“Like fire and ice.” The two heard the shower going, so they assumed that Ignite was already in the shower, and Stone walked over to the bathroom door still carrying Nyx safely in his arms.

Stone pushed opened the door to see Ignite sitting on top of the of the sink. “Hey Ignite-”

“Get in and get to work.” She interrupted Stone, hopping off the sink, and walking into the shower. Stone shrugged and did what Ignite told him to do. He sat Nyx down on the edge of the tub, facing her towards the cascading water, and took off his collar tossing it towards the sink’s counter. “Alright,” Ignite started having her back turned towards Stone. “could you wash my back and wings? They been stiff lately.”

Stone rolled his eyes, grabbing a wash-rag, and squirting a good amount in it. “What about Nyx?” He gestured over to Nyx, who already started to wash the front of her body.

“I can wait, besides Ignite seems to be trying something, and I want to see what it is.” Stone arched an eyebrow towards the bat-pony, who just continued to wash herself. “Isn’t that right, Ignite?”

Dammit. Why does she have to be so freaking perceptive? “Ignite? Is Nyx right, because I have like zero energy for something like that.” Stone know it will be a little while before he was up to full caliber again or until he gets to eat some real meat.

“It’s not like that, my wings are stiff is all.” Ignite herself really wasn’t up to anymore ‘games’ for a while.

“Sure, and Princess Nightmare has a crush on princess Luna,” Stone joked, remembering the off rumor he- and just about the entire guard -heard during their recruit training.

“Whatever, are you going to wash my wings, or not?”

“Fine, fine don’t get you tail in a knot,” Stone said, stepping over to get closer to Ignite’s back, and rubbing the soap in the rag. “Spread’em.” Ignite did as instructed spreading her wings out slightly, blocking some of the shower water. Stone got to work on the rough leather wings, going down each individual segment, and membrane.

Ignite moaned from the gently treatment. Stone knew that bat-pony’s wings were slightly more sensitive than pegasi, with Ignite being a bat-dragon hybrid, she also had a dragon’s tough scales making her wing tough yet very sensitive. Stone washed all along the top of her wings, reaching down to the base point where they connected to her back.

Stone rubbed over the base feeling a knot underneath the muscle. “Right there.” Ignite moaned on reflex. The stain of holding up the wings all day, flying around the city as a mail-pony for her cover job, and the extra flying she did last night added up to a massive tight knot in her back.

It was then, Stone realized what he was there for, and started to pay more attention to the base. “A-a little to the left, no my left.” Stone rolled his eyes yet still followed the commands. “Oh, oh right there, right there. Mmmm, use a claw dammit.” Not wanting to make a big deal about it, Stone unsheathe his index claw, and placing it over the spot. Ignite’s wings flared out as she let out a half cry and moan.

Seeing the perfect opportunity to have a little fun, Stone moved the claw around the base only touching the spot, and mercilessly teasing Ignite. “Stone, s-stop it, the other will be up soon.” Ignite’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Stone continued to play with the base of Ignite’s wings. Moaning from behind Stone, told him that Nyx too was ‘enjoying’ the show.

“Oh Nyx, you are washing yourself, right? We do have to be on time for work,” Stone said, knowing that Nyx was more than just washing up. Stone pushed down on the spot again, Ignite flexed out her wing, and screamed in pure joy. Stone could tell that Ignite’s leg were getting weak, so he took hold of a breast to hold her up.

“Stone, s-don’t stop.” Ignite twisted and whined under the clawed hands of Stone, the moaning sounds from both mares grew in volume and pitch. A few weeks after making his pack, Stone did some reading into bat-ponies wings, and he learned that if you find the right presser point at the base it will force the pony- typically a mare -to cum on the spot.

Now, where is that little- “Ahhh!” Ignite suddenly expanded to their full length as her body tensed up and she came right on the spot. Nyx reached her peak right after, letting out a high-pitched screech. Ignite collapsed backwards to Stone’s chest, heavily breathing from the sudden orgasm. “Stone, where did you learn that?”

“Major Endive gave me a book about bat-pony wings. I’ve always wanted to do that,” Stone said, laughing at the dazed look on Ignite’s face. Stone was startled when a pair of hands came from behind him.

He turned his head around seeing that Nyx somehow stuck up on him. “Ignite, why don’t we ‘wash’ Stone before me?” She moved her hands down to his hardened shaft, wrapping it in her fingers that still had her cum on them.

“Um, girls I really don’t-”

“Yeah, let’s.” Ignite bit on the crack of Stone’s neck while Nyx rubbed his shaft. Shit, we don’t got time for this.

Meanwhile, in Sparks room

“So you guys are from the Lunar Republics?” Inky and Feather shortly woke up right after Sparks had set out a glasses of water for them, the three sat in her room going over what happened last night, and Sparks made sure not to hit anything that would get the team caught.

“Yes, we’re the elite guard for the Nightmare guard, and we’ve been stationed here to investigate mafia activity in the city.” Sparks knew withholding the wrong information could lead to trouble down the line, so she knew that lying to them was a bad idea, but not telling what actually went down was also key.

“Oh, so those guys were really Equine kings,” Inky said to herself and putting on her glasses. “So what happens now? I mean, are we going to be put in some protection program?”

“Well, I would assume not. The one that saw you two is in a Lunar Republics prison, so the likely-hood of you two ever being targeted is next to none, but we’ll have to see what my captain says.” Sparks stood up, intending the other two to take the hint, which they did as they got off the bed.

They walked out of the room, to see that Vixen, and Star where talking about something. “Captain, look who's up.” Star and Vixen looked to the second floor to see Sparks waving a hand towards the other two mares.

“Well, its about time you two woke up. Had a nice sleep,” Star joked, knowing that she has to get Inky more willing to use the comic book. “Seriously, everypony alright?” Tantibus. Sparks, follow my lead.

Feather did a quick stretch, flaring out her wings a bit. “Aside from the pounding headache, stiff wings, and sore neck I’m fine. What about you Inky?”

“I’m fine, a little sore, but fine.” Vixen started to call the two mares down the stairs, keeping up the happy attitude, and striking a conversation with them while Star and Sparks went over the plan.

So how much do they know?

Enough to where not questioning anything that we tell them. Why?

Before you brought them down here, I went through Inky’s bag, and I got her book. Our best bet is to say that its was a part of a routine check. Once I question Inky about the book, I’m hoping that she’ll open up about it.

What if Feather wants to go in the book?

Doubt that Inky would let her. The book isn’t to be known about, so Inky would most likely try her best to keep it away from Feather.

That’s a big ‘most likely.’

Just follow my lead. “So,” Star started, breaking the conversation. “now that you two are up, I must tell you that as standard procedure I was required to go through your things.” Inky’s ears perked up upon hearing this, worried that the book would look suspicious under any magical scans. “Ms. Brush, mind telling me about this.” Star produced the book from under the counter.

“That’s just a little project I was working on,” She said, completely devoid of emotions, shocking the three elites. Well this might be difficult.

Yeah, I didn’t think that Ms. Brush could do something like that. She almost like Nyx.

The sound of a door opening and closing cut through the mental conversation the two were having, everyone looked towards the second floor to see that Ignite and Nyx being carried by Stone. Speaking of which.

“When did they wake up,” Stone asked, attempting to fix his collar around his neck, though he was having troubles with the simple task making Ignite roll her eyes, and swatted his hands away to do it herself. “Thanks mom,” Stone mocked when Ignite finished it for him.

“Can it, mutt. Can’t you see we still got work to do,” Ignite asked, slapping Stone on the back of the head, and started to make her way down the stairs. Stone stuck his tongue at Ignite. Nyx rolled her eyes at the two’s antics, wiggling her way out of Stone’s arms, and flew down the stairs also staying hovering in the air. “So, what we missed,” Stone asked, jumping over the railing, and landing with a loud thud that shook the house slightly.

“I was just telling Ms. Brush and Ms. Feather what’s happened when they were out,” Star answered, giving Stone a look that told him to keep quiet, which he did so without question. “So where were we? Ah yes, so this is a project you said?”

“Yes, I only just started, so there isn’t much to it,” Inky answered, keeping with the emotionless tone. Great, just great. I’ve only had the chance to use it once and its already in the hands of a guard. And now, Feather may want to check it out.

“Oh really?” This time Sparks was the one to open up. “Would you mind telling us what’s it about,” She asked, knowing that it would be best if the team knew more about the book.

“Well, I haven’t really decided yet. I was going to work with a suggestion I got from some diamond dog yesterday.” Inky knew that it would be best to use vague answers, so is not to alert anyone.

“Oh a diamond dog you say,” Stone asked, pushing off the wall. “Was this dog smart, really good with his explanations, and incredibly handsome?”

“Wait, that was you,” Feather asked, just now making the connections.

Stone smirked, clapping his hands together. “Someone give this mare a prize. Heh, yeah that was me. So Inky, you're really considering what I said?”

“Um, yeah.” Star noticed that Inky dropped the act as soon as the conversation changed. “It sounded really interesting, I mean a hero that does anything they want? Who wouldn’t want that life?”

“Ha, I hear that, but it isn’t always about doing what you want. Sometimes its about doing what has to be done. How you do it, makes the difference,” Stone said, adding more information about anti-heroes.

“Ha! You’re telling her about anti-heroes,” Ignite scoffed, closing the refrigerator, holding three bottles of apple flavored energy drinks, and tossing one to both Stone and Nyx. “Let me tell ya about anti-heroes: one, they always have something about them that makes them god-like. Two, they can’t really care less about risk. Three- and this is really important -they’re always a complete badass.”

“As right as you think you are, that only touches the surface about anti-heroes.” Stone stood in front of Ignite. “Anti-heroes, usually have much more to them then that.”

“Okay, okay, okay you two can have your little nerdish argument somewhere else,” Star said, breaking the two up with her magic. “Now, we’re going to let you two go home, but you can not tell anyone that we’re here. In fact, forget that you’ve seen us,” Star said, giving Inky, and Feather their stuff. “Nyx, escort Ms. Pen back to her house, and report back here. Stone, you escort Ms. Brush, and do the same. Understood?”

Both Nyx and Stone snapped to attention. “Yes ma’am,” They said in unison.

“Alright, its raining outside, so grab a jacket, and an umbrella.” The two nodded in understanding, Stone went up stairs to grab the jackets, while Nyx grabbed the umbrellas from next to the door. “Now that’s settled, I can’t stress how important it is to our mission that you tell absolutely no one. Not even those closest to you. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” Inky and Feather said together.

“Good, now I would like to say that I’m sorry you two were attacked.” Stone hopped down the railing again, curiously he didn’t make such an impact. He tossed a small dark-purple jacket to Nyx, who tossed an umbrella back at him. “Now that these two a ready, you may go.” Nyx opened the door, revealing the light rain of the early morning.

Feather was the first one up, ready to get home after the odd night. “Sure, thanks for everything, and we promise we won’t tell anyone. Right Inky,” She asked, nudging Inky out of her thoughts.

“Huh, y-yeah, I’m ready.” Inky stood up and bowed her head towards Star. “Thank you for looking out for us and I wish you luck on your mission.” Inky and Feather walked over to the awaiting door with Stone behind them.

Once the four were gone, Sparks let out a sigh of relief. “Well, that was close.”

“Yes, but now at least we know what we can do,” Star said, re-thinking the layout of the schedule for the team.

“Now we know about what,” Ignite asked, unaware of Star’s plan.

“Sparks and I were trying to think of ways to get Inky more attached to the book, now we know. Ignite.” Ignite snapped to attention, awaiting Star’s orders. “You and Stone will be looking after Inky for now, at least until the rest of us can read up on elements of comics.”

“Gah, do we have to,” Vixen whined, not really caring about comic books. “Does it have to be little kiddish comics? Couldn’t it be the more nightly heroes?” It didn’t take much for the rest of the team to figure out what Vixen was talking about.

“Well seeing as Inky is that kind of artist, then fine.” Star knew that Inky was going to need all of the different views to really make a choice. “But let’s try keeping the subject similar to each other’s. We don’t need her second guessing herself.”

“Yes ma’am,” The three others said in unison. Captain, do you think that this will work?

I don’t know, we’ll have to be careful what we tell her, but in the end its up to her.

Meanwhile; Path down Inky’s house

The light rain pattered down on umbrella as Stone escorted Inky to her house. The two were silence, Stone reverted back to his military experiences due to Star’s commanding voice, and Inky was lost in her thoughts.

What am I going to do? Do I continue to use the book or do I leave it alone? No, I-I can’t. I put too much time in it, and its my responsibility. Right? Inky continued the inner conflict, nothing she could think of sounded all too good. On one hand, she could use the book as practice for more story lines, but that would mean she would eventually drag Feather in with her. On the other one, she could just simply forget all about the book, and focus on being with Feather, but that would mean giving up on her dream.

I give up.

“Um, Mr. Stone?” Inky decided that since Stone helped her out once, he may be willing to do it again.

“Please, my father was called ‘mister.’ Stone would be fine,” Stone joked, but the blank military stare throw off Inky.

“Oh right, anyway can I ask you a question?” Inky wasn’t sure if she could ask the question without completely tipping Stone off about the book.

“You just did, sorry that was too easy, go right ahead.” The military stare slightly broke, letting Inky know that he really was just joking.

Inky took a moment before asking her question, trying to think of the best way to word it. “Okay, if you had the chance take your dreams in your hands, at the cost of someone close to you, would you do it?”

“Um...so you mean, being one of the best non-crystal pony artist isn’t your dream? Well, to answer your question, I would do what most anti-heroes do.” Stone figured that he might as well make a connection with anti-heroes and Inky’s question.

“And what would that be?”

Stone stopped walking, making Inky do the same, and sighed. “An anti-hero would strive for their dreams- short-minded or not -and also made sure that they keep the ones close to them. Its what I did and I’ve got the best job in the world and the ones close to me.”

“You mean,” Inky had a guess that Stone and his team- or at least some of them -were in some kind of relationship with him.

“Yes, and if you’re wondering, yes all of them are mine. Somehow we make it work, most of the time.” Stone continued the walk, Inky following close behind. It was only then, that Inky thought back to the five as they all- aside from Ignite and Nyx -had a different color diamond around their necks.

“So those diamond around their necks, those are from your personal hoard?” Stone’s ears perked up when he heard Inky ask the question. He never thought that anypony knew anything about canine’s- or at least diamond dogs’ -traditions and costumes.

“Yeah, they are. Wow filly, I didn’t think that ponies would pay any attention about my species costumes,” Stone said, surprised by Inky’s knowledge of a diamond dog’s claim. “I gave it to them after they confessed their love to me, it was awkward at first, but I think that everything is situated.”

“Well, I’m happy for all of you, and I learned about in high school when I still lived in the Lunar Republics,” Inky said with a genuine smile, despite the bad memories associated with her high school years.

Stone nodded as they came up on Inky’s house. “Ah, I see. Well Inky if you ever need any help, know that we’re here. Oh and if you ever hear any explosions, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay? I’ll keep that in mind,” Inky said, unlocking the door, and stepping inside. “Thank you again, I’m sorry if Feather and I caused any problems with your mission.”

“Pfft, don’t worry about it. Just make sure to stay safe, you’re important to a lot of people.” Before Inky could question what Stone meant, he was already making his way back to his house. Inky just stared down the street until Stone turned the corner. She closed her door, walked over to her couch, and laid down too tried to do anything else.

She just laid there, thinking about all of the things Stone told her, and how they could help with her and the book. One thing was clear, one day she will have to tell Feather about the book, and how she reacted and the thing that happens next will depend on Inky.

Take my dreams and keep those close to me safe, that’s what I’m going to do.

Inky: The Mistress of the Night Page 3 pt. 3

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Inky: The Mistress of the Night

Page 3 pt. 3

Inky sat at her work-desk in her room, in front of her lay all the designs of every villain, monster, or recurring bad guy she’d ever drawn. She finally made up her mind, she was going to take her dreams, and was going to stay with Feather. First she had to make the book more exciting.

Inky closed her eyes, focusing her magic on the drawing, and the comic book. All the items started to glow in an inky-black aura, as they were infused with Inky’s magic. The comic book opened up, the pages flipping at a blinding pace, and magical copies of the inked drawings flowed into the book. To most unicorns, adding as much content as Inky just did would have drained them of much of their magic.

That’s normal unicorns. Inky is not a normal unicorn.

The drawings and book all landed on the desk, without making a single sound. Inky opened her eyes, knowing that the spell worked, but she could feel that something was very different than any other time she used the ink-transfer spell.

Setting aside her worries, Inky flipped to the last page of the comic book where the vocal activation spell was located.

In the darkest of nights, with chills and frights

When evil plague the streets a mare will rise,

To defend the innocent and to claim her prize

As Mistress of the Night

Bell Mare; Sea-side wearhouse

“Move faster you grunts!” Inky spied one of her first big-time villains, Envy- which she based off another unicorn mare from her private high school -ordering around a bunch of cloned stallions that all looked like they belong on a football team. “If you don’t move faster, I’ll dump you in a vat of acid.” Back in school Inky was something known as a ‘wallflower’ so understanding ponies real personality allowed her to perfectly portray the mare.

Let’s do this Inky. Inky unfurled her ‘wings,’ shooting straight for the band of ponies, and nearly breaking the speed of sound. Right before she slowed her flight, Inky started to form a small ball of ink above her palm, and she hurled it towards the hench-ponies.

An explosion of ink threw some of the stallions to the ground, covered in the black liquid. Envy whipped her head around to find the one that caused the explosion. “Envy, Envy, Envy, when will you learn that you’re not cut out for the big times,” Inky said, sitting on top of a nearby warehouse. Envy looked to where the voice came from only to see Inky sitting on the edge of the warehouse with a bored look on her face. Did the book really have to set them up from lowest to highest? I’m really not in the mood to deal with her attitude.

“I’ve heard of you, you’re that mare that calls herself ‘Mistress.’ Well, ‘Mistress’ I’ve got news for you. You are nothing but-” Inky didn’t let Envy finish her statement as she jumped from the warehouse, using more ink bombs to take out the rest of the stallions. “A self-proclaimed superhero,” Envy stumbled when she saw just how Inky was able to take out all the stallions with ease.

“I’m not a superhero, I’m not any hero.” Inky started to walk towards Envy, who started to run, but tripped over her own feet. “I’m not a villain, I’m not some masked vigilante.” Envy backed to a wall, into a corner, and started to shake in fear. “I’m not your friendly hero, I’m not you next door neighbor.” Envy balled up, crowing on the ground on the verge of tears. “I’m not the shining white knight, I’m not a self-righteous hero.”

“W-what are you,” Envy asked, not even daring to look at Inky.

“I am an anti-hero, I am the Mistress of the Night.” A sudden gust of wind throw Envy to the concert ground, leaving her shocked, and scared. She managed to force herself to look where Inky was, only to find that she left without a single trace.

Envy remained on the ground staring blankly at the night sky, unwilling to move, and only thinking one thing: She’s my Mistress.

Baltimare; Inky’s room

Inky slowly opened her eyes, the first thing in front of her was the book, and a soft smile stretched across her lips. She sat up in her wheeled chair, stretching out her arms, and her eyes fell on the clock on the desk. Thirty minutes, huh? Wonder if Feather is up for anything? Inky got up from her chair, reaching into her bag, and pulling out her crystal-phone, dialing Feather’s number.

“Hey Feather, you want to go out tonight?” Inky swayed on her feet, silently humming a tone in her head.

“What? After what just happened,” Feather asked back on the phone. Inky should have guessed that Feather would have been still shaken up about the incident, in all honesty Inky herself was a little shaken by the ordeal, but the knowledge of elite guards stationed around town helped calm her slightly.

“Well, yeah. I mean there’s an elite captain here, along with a team of highly trained soldiers, and you remember what I did to that stallion. I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Inky said, reassured that last night’s takedown she did wasn’t just a fluke.

“Uh, fine, I guess. So what you had in mind?” The smile on Inky’s face couldn’t be any brighter than it was.

“Okay great, meet me at Zio's pizza place?” Inky already was at her closet, using her magic to pick out the closest item to wear for the second date.

“You mean that new griffon pizza joint downtown? Where Equine Kings call home,” Feather questioned, knowing the reports of the mafia's downtown crew.

“Yup, that’s the one. Don’t worry, if you know about it, then the elites are sure to know.” Inky hopped on the bed, hoping that Feather would listen to her reasoning, and that she could get through the date without any incidents.

“Alright, if you say so. How’s six o'clock for you?” Feather could faintly hear Inky cheer through the phone. “So I’m taking that as a yes?”

“Yeah, yeah six is good for me. See you there.” Inky hung up the phone, jumping on the bed as though she had won a million bits, and she nearly fell off doing so. Okay got an hour lets see the fruits of my labor. Inky walked back over to her work desk, picked up the book, and flipped to the last page to the spell. That’s when she stopped and noticed the vocal rhyme had been changed.

In the darkest of nights, with chills and frights

When evil plague the streets a mare will rise,

To defend the innocent and to claim her prize

None will stop her furious might

With speed and power,

All will learn her name

She arrives in a black flame

The nighttime is her hour

She’ll rise, taking flight

As Mistress of the Night

Inky stared at the new vocal phase, she knew that it was possible for enchanted comics to change the rhyme when an artist adds more to the comic, but Inky had never seen such a dramatic change before. Just more proof that this is a living world, I guess. Inky repeated the new rhyme, activating the spell, and returning to the comic world.

Bell Mare; Shopping District

Inky walked through the streets in the shopping district, of course she changed her outfit so that there wouldn’t be a chance someone mistook her for ‘Mistress,’ and she definitely was paying very close attention to new feel of the comic that she didn’t notice before.

The scenery was much more detailed than Inky originally had, also the comic book had an ink splatter effect that only Inky seemed to notice, and each building had its own original name as well. What’s going on! I didn’t do any of this, the splatter effect takes weeks- if not -months to add to any book, and it like it took pieces from my own life and added without me doing anything. The buildings had names of important ponies in her life, the one’s walking through the streets where the same she would see everyday.

This is too freaky. Maybe, maybe I messed up the ink-transfer spell? There have been reports of unicorns doing something like that. Inky continued to walk through the streets, taking mental notes of everything she saw that was different. Half inked scenes where now full-highly detail illusions that in their own right could win her an award.

Okay, Inky calm down. Let’s weigh the pros and cons. Pro: it will be much more enjoyable being in here. Con: It seems to have a very limited influence to the book now. Pro: I have no idea what can happen next. Con: I-I can’t think of any reason this would be that bad.

Inky was satisfied with her overlook of the comic book for now, she closed her eyes, and focused on leaving the world.

Downtown Baltimare; Zio’s pizza shop

Inky and Feather sat in the griffon pizza shop that opened up a few weeks ago. It was a surprise that a griffon opened up a pizza shop, what was more of a surprise was the fact that he had pizza for both herbivores, and also carnivores. The two were sharing a deep-dish vegetarian pizza which, thanks to the pony staff, was good in their opinion.

“Man, Inky this is really good. How did you find this place,” Feather asked, taking another bite.

Inky chewed the bite that was in her mouth before speaking. “Mmph, someponies came in the comic shop, and they were talking about it. So I decided to check it out,” Inky explained. “I know, it was a surprising at how good it was. Next time we-”

“Wrong, wrong, wrong.” Inky and Feather heard the very familiar voice of Stone. They looked up from their booth to see him and Ignite walking in arguing about something. “That’s too easy to do, and its too over examined.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about.” They took their place in line, the argument not ending or skipping a beat. “That’s too narrow minded a view; there’s always exceptions to the rule.” Stone rolled his eyes, the two placed their order, and he paid for it. As they started to walk into the booth sections, they spotted Inky and Feather, and took a seat in the booth with them.

“Well, they say Baltimare is a big town, I’m guessing they’re wrong,” Stone said, taking a seat next to Feather, while Ignite took the one next to Inky.

“They’re not the only ones that are wrong,” Ignite said, in an off-handed manner, and reignited the argument.

“Look Ignite, I’m telling you for the last time. You cannot have a villain become a hero, at least not a good one,” Stone said, tried of the hybrid’s constant stubbornness.

“And I’m telling you that you can. Villains should be given a chance as well,” Ignite argued, not moving an inch or even re-thinking her statement. “I mean a hero can go full on villain anytime they want, so why can’t a villain do the same?”

Stone sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am going to say this one more time, so be sure to listen. It is very hard to be a hero because you have to stand for what’s right, not what you believe in.” Inky made sure to pay attention to Stone’s explanation, knowing that it had something to do with heroes and the like. “But for a villain, it pretty easy. Go outside, start kicking around a few foals and puppies, beat up anyone in your way, and just do anything that you want. Sounds easy to me.”

“Do you even hear yourself? That’s not a villain, that’s just a jackass,” Ignite said flatly. “No a real villain is someone that wants power, money, fame, and are willing to do anything to achieve that.”

“Sorry Stone, she does have a point,” Feather said, being a writer herself she knew the make up of a true villain.

“Thank you.” Ignite put up a smug face in victory.

“Actually,” Inky started, braking Ignite’s victorious smile. “Not all villains are determined by those factors alone. Some time they could have been the hero, but lost sight of what’s important, thereby turning into a villain.”

“In your face.” Stone returned the smug smile. “So in conclusion, villains can’t turn into heroes.” Stone crossed his arms as his and Ignite’s meat-fruit pizza arrived. Stone spotted a big slice with bacon and a little of mushroom on it. He moved to grab the slice, but Ignite was quicker and took the slice of pizza, stuffing her face with it. “Hey!”

“You snooze, you lose,” Ignite said, after swallowing the large bite. Stone rolled his eyes grabbing the next biggest slice of pizza.

“Say you guys know that downtown is a major hangout for the Equine Kings, right,” Feather asked, confused why the two were in the pizza shop instead of going after the mafia ponies.

Stone nodded his head while Ignite started on her second slice. “Because we have the night off, the others are on patrol right now, and Star wanted some sleep.” Stone went to grab a slice that had mostly fruit on it, but Ignite snatch up before he could. “Dammit mare, pick a kind, and stay with it.”

Ignite shrugged her shoulders, still munching happily on the slice. “Anyway, we got hungry, and I heard about this place from around town. So I figured that if we were going to be out, we might as well be near to the others,” Stone said, picking an all meat slice.

“Oh, I heard about this place from one of the customers from the shop, and I haven’t been here in a while so I thought that I could take Feather with me. You know, to make up for our first date,” Inky said with a blush, knowing that she sounded really corny, but she was telling the truth.

“Aw, Inky you didn’t have to do that,” Feather said, touched that Inky would do something like that for her.

“Heh, yeah. I figured it would be fun, you know, to hangout with you,” Inky said, hiding behind her glasses.

“D’aw, that so sweet,” Ignite said, making Inky blush even more. “Hey Stone, how many first dates do you think you would have to do over?” Stone dropped his head on the table, a loud sigh escaped his mouth, and a long pausing silence overcame the group before Stone raised a finger in the air.

“Actually, one.” Ignite arched an eyebrow towards the dog. “It was the one-on-one date I had with Vixen, that was the one where she didn’t tell me she had a thing against roller coasters.” Stone remembered the look of terror on the foxes face. “From the way she acts, I would have never guessed.”

“Well, how did you make it up,” Feather asked, wanting to hear the end.

“I let her pick the next date, anywhere she wanted without any compliances. I was left broke with no money for weeks,” Stone said, dropping his hand on the table. Ignite bite her lip to hold back her laughter.

“Well, go on. Tell the fine mares what happened next.” Ignite did her best to hold back her laughter, but it was really hard to when she knew the whole story.

“She got drunk,” Stone sighed, vividly remembering the night. “Let me tell you something, don’t ever get a fox as powerful as Vixen drunk. Unless you want no sleep.” Stone dragged his hands down his face, showing a look of dread, and also a sly smirk.

Ignite erupted in laughter as Inky and Feather caught onto what Stone was saying. “It wasn’t that bad, was it,” Feather asked, the blush on her white fur showing as clear as day.

“Feather, I was asleep all next day, and a good part into the next night. It was bad, but very awesome.” Stone grabbed the last all-meat slice while Ignite grabbed the last fruit slice. Inky and Feather did the same thing, all of them finishing off their pizzas, and getting up from the booth. “Well, we better order Star a veggie pizza, and head back. No telling what the others got into.” As if on command, Stone’s communicator started to ring a heavy-rock song. “What? This is a good song.” He answered it, nodding as he was informed of the others report.

“Understood, we’re heading back now. Ignite, forget the pizza. We’ll have to pick something up for Star along the way back,” Stone said, Ignite could tell from the tone in his voice that the report was something serious.

“What happened?” Ignite knew if it was enough to make Stone serious, then it was more than a reason for her to be.

“I’ll fill you in on the way. Inky, Feather, which one of your houses are closer?” Stone had a feeling that it would be best for Inky to be somewhere that they can find her.

“Mine is just a few blocks from here,” Feather said, slightly worried by Stone’s sudden change in tone.

“Then get there and don’t come out until the next day. Ignite, let’s move.” The two were out of the pizza shop before either Feather or Inky could ask what happened.

Feather shrugged her shoulders, “Might as well, it is close to eight. Come on Inky, I’ll show you the way.” Feather wrapped Inky in her wing, leading her out of the shop, and- doing as Stone instructed -heading straight home.

Not much time had passed since they had left the pizza shop before they were standing outside of Feather’s house. She pulled out her keys from her black pants to unlock the door. Feather led Inky inside, and tossed the keys into a bowl near the door.

“What do you think happened,” Inky asked, taking a seat on the small couch. Feather flapped down next to her, instantly wrapping her wings around her.

“I don’t know, but it has to be something serious,” Feather said, still off-put by Stone’s sudden change in personality. “But you don’t need to worry about that.” Feather pulled Inky closer with her wings, to the point where Inky fell on top of her. “I got a date to repay.” Feather removed Inky’s glasses, so she could gaze in her silver eyes. “And I know the best way.”

“Oh Feather.” Inky pressed her lips to Feather’s, savoring the sweet warmth that she would give off. The two remained there in each others embrace, not knowing the dangers that lurk outside of Feather’s walls.

Tantibus’s house; living room

The team stared at blueprint for a supposedly abandoned building. The last thirty minutes they had been going over plans of a raid on a local mafia crew. The building itself had a rather simple layout, one entries, three side exists, and one skyline.

“Alright, does everyone know their jobs?” The plan was just as simple as the building. Stone and Ignite would take point, while Star, Sparks, and Vixen take the sides, leaving Nyx to handle the skyline. “You three said it looked heavily guarded?”

“Yes ma’am,” Nyx said, stepping forward. “There were three in front, four around the building, and I saw one on the roof.”

Star nodded, thinking of a plan of attack. “Alright, Nyx you’ll take the one on the roof. As soon as she does that, Ignite, and Stone you two will take the ones on the front. Preferably quickly, and the rest of us will take the ones around the building.”

“Captain, I could put an illusion on them. Wouldn’t that make it easier,” Vixen asked, knowing that the less noise that they make outside the greater the chances of success would be.

“It will take you out of the fight for a little while, but make it happen.” Star knew that in order for any fox to use their magic, it would require them to gather the necessary nature magic first. Vixen was a powerful fox, with her already having five of her nine tails, but it still would take a little time. “How long do you think you can keep it up?”

“As long as I need to,” Vixen said, inching to freely use her magic. “I could even possess one of them, but that would take longer, and I need to look them in the eye.” It was common knowledge that foxes- at least the ones that got up to their third tail -could possess creatures of lower magical ability.

“Alright, only if the need arises. Now does anyone else have anything to add,” Star asked, wanting to get through with the raid before the trial could go cold. “No? Then gear up, we move in thirty.” The entire team saluted, leaving to their rooms to grab their gear she was going to do the same, but Stone stopped Star.

“What is it Stone, we don’t have time for setbacks.” Stone looked dead into Star’s eyes, she could feel the worry, and the desire of protection. “Stone, stop. We all are trained for this kind of thing, it our job. We’re more than capable of handling ourselves.”

“And what if one of you get hurt? What if I lose it again? What if-” Stone’s worries was silenced by Star pulling him in for a kiss.

“Stone, stop thinking that you are the only one out there, we all are, and we all will protect each other. Alright?” Star was touched that Stone was worried about not only her, but the rest as well.

Stone stared into Star’s purple eyes, only seeing the determination that brought them together. “Fine,” Stone sighed, knowing that neither Star nor the others were going to back down. “Just be careful, all of you.” Star followed Stone’s eyes to the second floor, where the others stood at the ready.

“We know, and you should too, or I’m be the one to flip,” Vixen said as a warning to not only Stone, but the rest of the team as well.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on Cap. let’s gear up.” Stone and Star made their way to their rooms, quickly getting ready.

They came back down, fully dressed, and ready to start the raid. “Alright, if everyone is ready, then let’s move out.” The team set out, heading straight for the building Nyx, and the others pointed out. Ignite and Nyx took to the skies while the others made their way on top of the building, making sure not to be seen by the populous below.

It wasn’t long before the team stood on top of a building right in front of their target. Star noted the number of guards, anticipating when would be the best time to move in. She saw through the guards’ patterns, a simple one-direction sweep. Star nodded to Vixen, who pulled out a reed from her pouch, and placed it over the top of her head.

The reed combusted into a green and purple flame, Vixen’s body started to glow in the same light, and four extra tails shot into existence as the glow reached an end. Vixen took a calming breath before snapping the head of the reed off. Into the breeze, they dance.

The guards started to feel a cold wind blow against their fur, but they shrugged it off as it being the winter time. As they continued to go about their duties, some of them started to hear silent whispers, and the cold chill returned but went unnoticed. The whispers spoke in the voices of those that they fear and respect the most, all of which was telling them that they were nothing but failures.

One after another, the guards started to argue with the voices, and eventually with each other. Two of the ones on the side started to fight with each other, one on the other side balled up into the fetal position, and the others either tried to figure out what’s going on or continued to argue with the ghostly whispers.

“It’s done,” Vixen said, continuing the mental assault on the guards, and peering through their minds to see if they knew anything. Star nodded, giving the signal for the others to move in. Nyx, and Ignite took to the air while Stone leaped off the rooftop landing on all fours, and using his lead hand as a pivot point to kick two of the three guards. Ignite swept in low, using her wing to trip the legs of the last front guards, allowing Stone to deliver the final blow with a well-placed curb stomp.

Nyx, heading straight for the one on the roof, dive bombing him before he had anytime to react to the ambush. She took aim at one of the side guards with her arm-mounted slingshot, landing a shot right in between the pony’s eyes.

Star and Sparks were already on the scene; Star using a chained dagger to wrap up the two that were arguing while Sparks took out with small throwing knives enchanted to deliver a slight electrical pulse through the victim's body.

The ambush only required a few seconds, but the team knew that wasn’t anything to celebrate, and quickly set to work on the next phase of the plan: infiltration.

Nyx, was already at work picking the lock to the skyline as her job was to provide tactical support for the rest of the team. Eventually she was able to pick the lock, Nyx opened the skyline, and sneaked her way onto a metal globe out of sight.

While Nyx moved into position, Vixen rejoined Sparks, and Star on one of the side entrance. Sparks had already picked the lock before Vixen arrived. The three burst inside, Star taking point, and taking out the two guards around the corner.

Stone and Ignite were already in the building taking down guards, so the other four could get in. Stone ducked under a sword aimed at his head and returned the favor with bone-breaking uppercut, continuing the fight as though it was nothing. Ignite slammed a stallion’s head on a nearby table, using her dragon-blood magic to ignite her hand on fire to punch through a unicorn’s magic-shield, and sent him flying into a wall.

Sparks came up on a stallion that had his spell-gun pointed towards Stone, she stepped on the back of his knee, and elbowed his head. Vixen danced between the stallions, always keeping up her momentum, and allowing the added speed to aid in her takedowns. Star had switched weapons, using simple chain to strike multiple opponents at the same time.

Nyx remained on her high perch, mopping up what was left of the mafia forces, and watching the others backs. With one last shot, the final pony went down, and she let out a sigh of relief.

After a quick check for injuries, Star nodded towards Sparks, knowing that they still had a job to do. “Ignite, Stone check to see if there are any more hiding. Nyx, Vixen check the second floor. Sparks you’re with me. Everyone get to your assignments, we still got a job to do.” Everyone went to their designated assignments, to do a final sweep of the building.

Nyx flew from her perch, heading straight for the stairs with Vixen, Star, and Sparks right behind her. While Stone and Ignite split up to give a quicker search of the building. The four soon split up when they came up on a cross-hall in the building.

Star and Sparks pressed against a wall peeking around a corner, spotting two stallions guarding- what they hoped to be -the room where all of the recorders and files were. Tantibus. Captain, what you think?

How many knives you got left?

Only five, plus my crow-blade.

Um, alright take out the one on the left while I rush the one on the right.

Understood. The two nodded, Star used her magic to create a black gauntlet around her arm with a heavy-metal chain wrapping around it. She started to count in her head, before rushing around the corner, and punching the right most stallion in the diaphragm. Just right before the other stallion had a chance to react, Sparks threw the knife paralyzing the stallion, allowing Star to swing the gauntlet to his face.

Sparks ran down the hallway to catch up with Star and unlock the door. “What do you think is in here,” Star asked, picking the lock, and opening the door.

Star and Sparks entered the room, going through anything that looked important. “I don’t know but it has to be something big if they would go to all this trouble.” Star knew that the Equine Kings were large in numbers, but to have this many guarding a single building that their had to be something big. Star spotted one file in particular, she picked it up, and scan through it. “Sparks, look at this.”

“What is it?

“These are records of bane-crystals shipments, magic combat drop offs, and records of weapons deals,” Star said, ecstatic with the amount of evidence they found. “And the list just keeps going. Local business owners, low-time criminals, and even those that own the mafia a favor.”

“Whoa, we hit the jackpot with this one. What else do you think is here?” Sparks knew that if they could find anything else that would lead them closer to the don that oversees the Baltimare mafia, then would make their jobs half done.

“I don’t know, but we better keep looking. The others will be done with their sweep soon.” Sparks nodded going back to work, making sure to check each file. She stumble upon a odd looking file, when she opened it to read the contents her eyes widened.

“Um, Captain, you may want to take a look at this.”

Meanwhile on Nyx’s and Vixen’s side

Nyx pulled back on her slingshot, aiming down the sights, and waiting for Vixen’s cue. While Vixen had a leaf pressed against her mouth, both her, and the leaf glowed with the same green and purple flame from before. To the winds, they fly.

Vixen pulled the leaf from her mouth, it instantly combusted into a green fire-ball, and she hauled it towards the stallions. The second the fire-ball touched the ground, it erupted into a blinding green light, alarming and disorienting the stallions.

Nyx took the shot, angling it cast-iron ball to ricochet off of one of the stallion to the next one. Both fell to the ground, barely conscious enough to see Vixen deliver the final blow to them. “Well, I think that’s all of them. We make a good pair, don’t you think?” Vixen playfully wrapped a few of her tails around Nyx, who remained stone-faced. “Oh don’t be like that. You know that you like having my tails around you.”

“We still have a job to do,” Nyx said, ignoring the blush on her own face. “And we’re not finished until Captain calls in.” She would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy the soft tails, but she knew that their job wasn’t done until they got the all clear.

“Gah, no fun.” Vixen cross her arms, but kept her tails around Nyx, making sure that they tickled some of her known weak-spots. How the hell am I going to prove to Stone I’m a good fox, if none of these mares are willing to cooperate? Maybe I should try Ignite first? A loud explosion ripped Vixen out of her thoughts, she and Nyx ran over to the site of the explosion.

When they got there, they saw Ignite standing in front of a absolutely terrified stallion, her eyes burning a bright orange-red. Smoke could be seen coming from her nose as she continued to heavy breath.

The two carefully jumped down the rubble, making their way closer to the enrage hybrid. “Ignite what happened,” Nyx asked, knowing that it didn’t take much for the bat-dragon to be set off.

Ignite ignored Nyx’s question, grabbing the stallion by the collar of his shirt, and wrenching him off the ground. “You want to repeat what you just said, or do I have to beat it out of you?” She puffed a big cloud of smoke at the stallion’s face, making him cough.

“Okay, okay I’ll talk. Look all I know is that the Brothers have something big planned alright?” Ignite knew that the stallion knew more than what he was saying, and one good death-glare told him that he need to spill the rest of the beans. “A-and that they were going to target the Crystal Empire. Please let me go, that’s all I know!”

“Ignite,” Everyone heard the commanding voice of Star, as she, and Sparks made their ways down the rubble. “He’s telling the truth, we have all that we need, so we’re leaving.”

Sparks looked around, noticing that the team was missing their alpha dog. “Wait, where’s Stone,” She asked, not see high nor hair of the dog. Upon command, Stone resurfaced from a tunnel he dug before, and shook off all the dirt from his fur.

“Hey Star, you wouldn’t believe the underground operations these guys got. I think they got a den of diamond dogs helping them and-” Stone stopped when he took a good look at the scene in front of him. “Um, did I miss something?”

“No, we were just leaving. Isn’t that right Ignite?” Star intended the question to sound like a demand. Ignite blew another puff of smoke from her nose, cutting her eyes towards the still shaken up stallion, but did what Star wanted letting him fall to the ground.

After the drop, the stallion’s crystal-phone fell out of his pocket. As one last act as aggression, Ignite stomped on the phone, and set it on fire before opening her wings taking off towards the sea-port.

The team watched in silence before Nyx stepped forward. “I’ll go get her.” She was already gone before anyone could say anything. Star sighed, knowing that if anyone could calm Ignite down it was Nyx. She pulled out her commentator, calling for a team of Solar guards to wrap up what was left of the building.

“Come on, we’re heading back.” The team nodded, following Star back to the house.

Feather’s house

Feather lead Inky to her room in the back of the house, promising to return the impromptu date. Feather took her time to remove Inky’s black sweater, taking the bra in her teeth, and removing the whole top in one motion. She gently pushed Inky to the bed trailing kisses down her neck, and towards her chest.

Inky started to moan when Feather cupped one of her large breasts, taking the other in her teeth. Inky ran her fingers though Feather’s dirty-brown mane, moaning pleas for the teasing to end, but Feather wanted to make sure she returned the date in full. She started to press her thumb on the hardened nipple, making Inky shiver from the sensitivity.

Feather switched up breasts, also switching tactics. The soft nibbling turned into rough bites, the teasing thumb turned into twisting, and pulling figures. And Inky loved it. So as long it was Feather the one doing it, the one standing right next to her, she didn’t care about the small bits of pain. All she cared about was being next to the one she cared about, never letting go, and never giving up on her.

Tired of the teasing, Inky started to push Feather’s head downward, giving her the okay to continue. Feather took the hint, moving down leaving a trail of kisses, only stopping at Inky’s belly-button to play around with it, making her laugh. Eventually- after many giggle-filled pleas -Feather again started to make her way down, taking the zipper of Inky’s gray-jeans in her teeth.

Feather started to play around with Inky’s lacy-black panties, causing Inky to shake, and moan in appreciation. Soon, Feather hooked her fingers around the thin veil of fabric, and took a moment to admire her marefriend’s marehood before diving in. Inky was forced to let go of Feather’s mane, in exchange for her own breasts as she sucked, and licked the mounds.

Feather traced her tongue around the outside of Inky’s walls, savoring the sweet taste, and unable to resist moving her hand to her own marehood. Spurred on by Inky’s moans and her own self-pleasuring, Feather pushed her tongue inside the tight walls forcing Inky to wrap her legs around Feather’s head. She ignored the imprisonment, rather enjoying being trapped in between Inky’s legs, and continued to push deeper.

Inky’s mind went numb when Feather found her sensitive spot deep inside her marehood. Her cries were pleas for more, which Feather did gladly. Not wanting to forget about herself, Feather started to pump three fingers inside of her marehood, but still continued to enjoy the sweet liquid leaking out of Inky.

Inky twisted one of her nipples and sucked on the other one, wishing it was Feather. Her moans reached a new height when Feather started to suck on her clit, only pushing her closer to the edge. Feather quickly became intoxicated by the heavenly scent, driving her onward with her own fingers.

Every time Feather moaned in Inky’s marehood, the vibrations would travel up Inky’s spine. Soon it became too much for Inky, her walls clenched down around Feather’s mouth, and she violently shook as an orgasm over tooked her. The sudden rush of cum, pushed Feather over the edge as well, and both mares cried out each other’s names.

When the orgasms finally ended, Feather climbed back up to pull Inky in for a kiss. Inky moaned when she still could taste herself on Feather’s lips, but she didn’t care. The two swirled their tongues in each other’s mouth, trying to memorize every inch, and savoring the warmth from each other’s body.

They soon broke the kiss in need of air. Feather stared into the silver orbs of Inky’s eyes and Inky stared into the brown of Feather’s. Only one thought echoed through their heads: “I love you.” They pulled back for another kiss before falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

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“Yes, she is the pride of my eye. Just like her mother was.” Inky stood in her father’s dining room along with an entourage of nobles from the upper-class cities in the Lunar Republics. Inky was in the form of a small foal, no older than ten years.

Inky had always been a shy, small foal and never liked to be in the spotlight, but her father always insisted that nobles come to see his ‘pride and joy.’ The only reason any noble would even think of seeing the small filly was because she had more magic ability then the other fillies, colts, and even the fox cubs in her magic class.

At a young age, Inky’s father had trained her in the art of magic, proper etiquette, and other behavior quantities for when nobles decided to visit. At first Inky was glad that her father was proud of her, and the kids were impressed with Inky’s abilities, but it soon started to change. As soon as the nobles started to show up, even took time out of their day to sit in her class to watch her; Inky knew her lif wouldn’t be the same any more..

Inky wasn’t father wasn’t the riches of ponies, having a low-paying job as a magic enchanter, and having no real skills of his own. But nevertheless, nobles would come to visit the ‘Eden prodigy.’

Inky loved her father, she was happy every time he praised her to anyone, but there were times she wished she could be in her mother’s arms. Though, its hard to hug those that are dead. Inky’s mother had died a few short years after giving birth to her, leaving her father to take care of her. Inky could remember the depressed look on his face every time she came home after school, it broke her heart each time she saw it. And so everyday after school, Inky would study any magic instruction book laying around the house.

Days of studying turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned years of studying all matters of magic. It was soon that Inky discovered a love for art through studies in magic circles. Though she didn’t quite fully understand the complex practice of magic circles, she was able to create masterpieces of art far above her grade level.

Through the self-studying, Inky had stumbled upon an incomplete spell her mother started before she passed on. When she went to her father about the spell, he just said that she never had the chance to finish the spell. So Inky spent an entire summer studying her mother’s notes on the spell.

After weeks of studying, Inky finally learned the spell, and went to show her father. When he saw the ink-image spell his deceased wife started and his daughter finished, he was brought to tears from pride. Inky then got her cutie mark, a brush with ink splatters around it.

Inky was so happy to see her father smiling again that she continued to study spells, and within a few months after, nobles were already offering Inky’s father her a spot in the most prestigious schools in all of republics. Inky would have been overjoyed to be accepted to the best schools for magic, but then she realized that if she did go to any of these schools that she would be separated from her father.

But she held her tongue, knowing that it wasn’t right to speak out of turn. “Isn’t this great Inky dear? All these nobles want to send you to the best schools.” Even though her father’s voice was filled with joy, Inky was less than excited.

Inky did her best to hide the dejection in her voice before speaking. “Y-yes, that’s wonderful.” She lied. Her father either ignored the dejecting tone, or didn’t pay enough attention to hear it. He turned back around to speak with the new band of unidentifiable faces.

Inky continued to stand against the wall, not paying any attention to anything around her. Run. A ghostly voice echoed through Inky’s head but she didn’t react to it. Run, from here. The voice repeated, louder this time, and this time Inky reacted. She looked around the room, only seeing her father, and nobles talking about her future. None of them could have made the voice, Inky continued to look around when the voice started to ring out in her head. Run, from here. Run, from here. Inky didn’t know why but the voice sounded familiar and comforting. It was the first time she ever heard it before but she trust it much more than the noble or her own father.

“Inky dear.” Inky’s attention snapped back to her father as he and the nobles started to slowly walk over to her. Run. Inky didn’t know why but the way the nobles and her father was walking over to her, and the eerie twisted smiles on their faces scared her.

She started to back away from the closing group, unknown fear creeping up Inky’s spine. Run. The room around Inky started to melt into a black sludge, deforming anything it touched. Run. Inky tripped over her feet, falling to the sticky wet ground. She pulled herself out of the sludge, unable to understand what was going on, and not caring. Run. Inky spotted a pure white door, it glowing a golden light. She pushed through the rest of the sludge to reach the doorknob.

The door seemed to fly opened, filling the dream with a bright golden light.

Feather’s bedroom

“Ah!” Inky woke with a start, accidentally pushing Feather’s wing off her, and also waking her up.

“Inky? Inky, what’s the matter?” Feather tried to shake Inky out of her daze. Inky’s breathing was heavy and at an irregular pace. Feather instantly recognized the breathing as signs for hyperventilation and quickly pulled Inky in for a kiss to get her breathing back under control, also rubbing her back to help calm her down. Eventually Inky did thanks to Feather’s quick thinking and back rubbing. “Better?”

“Y-yeah,” Inky said, trying to recall the events of last night.

“Inky are you alright, you scared me for a second.” Inky looked towards Feather, a brief flashback to the nightmare made her jump a little, but she was able to hide it.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad dream,” She said, picking up her glasses from the nightstand, and turning around to getting up from the bed.

Feather also got up from the bed, stretching her wings outwards. “Well if you say so. What about some breakfast?” Inky thought about it for a second, knowing that it would be great to spend more time with Feather, but the odd dream- more like distorted memory -along with the changes to the book were to drastic changes that were too close together.

That and she needed to get dressed for work.

“Sorry Feather, I got to get home, and get ready for work, maybe lunch?” Feather threw Inky a confused look, which she caught. “Oh right, well I asked Madam for an extra shift this week, so I won’t be getting off till noon,” She explained, rubbing the back of her head with a sheepish grin.

“You promise?”

Inky clapped her hands together and bowed her head. “Promise.” She kept her head down until Feather gave her approval.

“Um, I don’t know,” Feather teased using Inky’s bowed head to sneak up in front of her. “Alright. I’ll met you at the shop.” Inky whipped her head up only to be caught in a kiss from Feather, also being pulled by her wings. After the shock of the surprise kiss ended, Inky slowly closed her eyes enjoying the warmth from Feather’s wings and kiss.

Run. Inky snapped her eyes open when the voice from the nightmare echoed through her head. By the time Feather pulled away, she recovered enough to not show it, but still had a bad feeling in the back of her head. “Well, uh, I better get going. See you later Feather.” Inky grabbed her bag and rushed downstairs.

She was out the door in mere seconds, her mind already working to solve the mysterious dream and voice. Okay, sure my foalhood was bad. Okay really bad, but that doesn’t explain anything. I love my dad, he’s a hardworking stallion, still is too. Sure I hated most of the nobles, but that’s no reason for me to think they would try and attack me. Inky could remember all the nobles coming to her house asking her father if he wanted her to go to some ‘prestigious’ school that they had some kind of shares in.

At first her father would simply talk to the nobles, but as she started to get closer to middle school the nobles started to press harder. Some would even band together just to get her father to agree to some compromise or another. Eventually her father did agree to one of the nobles, luckily the private school was just two towns away, so Inky could still visit her father when she need to, but it wasn’t enough to cover the hole in her heart when she was away.

Maybe I should visit more often, its been what? A whole year now? Yeah just about, last time was the convention. Maybe I’ll get to go again, maybe Feather would like to come with me, and met him. Inky started to became giddish at the thought of Feather meeting her father. She really missed him, but he told her that she had her own life to live, and that's just what she did.

Yup, definitely doing it. Inky reached her doorstep and pulled out her spare key from under the mat, unlocking the door. She tossed her stuff towards the couch, ascending the stairs, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

As the hot water from the shower rushed down her body, Inky could feel a slight soreness on her back, but she waved it off as her sleeping wrong. She quickly dried, picking out a midnight-blue long-sleeve shirt that had a bright white crescent moon on it, a pair of silver jeans, and a black jacket which was a custom made gift from one of her fans. She went down the stairs to her kitchen to fix up some pre-made waffles.

Inky looked towards the clock to see that she had twenty minutes before she actually had to start making her way towards the shop. There was a knock at Inky’s door, she was confused as to who would be at her door this early in the morning, but still went to answer.

“Hello?”

“Mail.” What a minute, Inky opened the door to the familiar deep sound of a diamond dog. Inky came face to face with Stone, as the two stared at each other. “Um, hey Inky. You um, you got some mail.” Stone handed Inky her usual brand of fan mail and bills.

“Um, thanks. So you work as a mail-dog for like what, a cover job,” Inky asked, taking note of the uniform that he was wearing.

“Gah, more like the city’s lap-dog,” Stone said, with a hint of hostility. Inky started to giggle at how silly Stone looked in the uniform, it was definitely not something a diamond dog of his size should be wearing. “And just what’s so funny?”

“N-nothing, it just, you look ridiculous in that.” Inky continued to laugh, much to Stone’s dislike. “So did everything go right last night,” She managed to ask after the fits were over with. From Stone not showing any injuries, Inky would have guessed that it went alright, but the immediate change in Stone’s face told her otherwise. “Oh-no did something happen?”

“No, no the mission was a complete success. We managed to stop them from sending a shipment of bane-crystals to the Crystal Empire, also we took in fifteen high-ranking Equine Kings in, its just that.” Stone sighed only making Inky worry more. “It’s just that Ignite used too much magic and is now recovering for the next few days, which is why I’m in this getup.”

“Oh, I hope she gets better.” Inky was relieved to hear the good new and the success of their mission but one question was still on her mind. “Stone, you said that you acted like an anti-hero, but you seem like the upstanding guy.”

“Man, you take every chance you get to learn, don’t you?” Stone joked, making Inky blush a little. “Well, if I gave the impression that anti-heroes are jerks, then that’s wrong.” Stone leaned against the door frame, thinking of the best way of answering Inky’s question

“Well, back a little time before all of us became elites, a team, and I were sent out to investigate a hostage situation. Let’s just say shit went south causing Sparks to be slightly injured.”

“Was she okay?”

“Oh yeah, fractured collar bone, but nothing med-magic couldn’t fix,” Stone said, waving off Inky’s worries, and also surprising him at how much she cared about others. “Now, at the time it didn’t look like that, it looked a lot worse, but I didn’t think about that. No, instinct, and rage blinded me. I went on a wild rampage, these claws you see here,” Stone raised a hand and unsheathe his claws. “are strong enough to cut through the toughest of earth, so ripping through somebodies wasn’t much trouble.”

“Oh.” Inky was able to fill in the rest of the story herself. She knew she could never imagine the true picture, but a few horror movies did help fill in some bits and pieces. “But how was that a bad thing?”

“Because the criminals were apart of the Golden Crescent, the Princesses orders were to bring them in alive, but I left them in body-bags.” Stone could still see the images of the group member’s bodies being ripped apart by his own hands. The blood-choked screams from the group members and the horrified look on the others when they saw the monstrous scene.

“Well, what happened? Its obvious you weren’t court martial,” Inky said, yet again surprising Stone.

“You’re right, I wasn’t court martial, but I was striped of my rank. I went from master sergeant to staff sergeant, that’s a two rank jump down, but it was better than what I thought was going to happen,” Stone said, pushing off the door frame. “Well I better get going, I got twenty more houses to hit before I can rip this thing off. See ya around Inky and stay safe.”

“I will. Bye Stone, and thanks again for everything you and the others did for us the other day.” Stone nodded before heading into the crowd of townsfolk. Inky closed the door, grabbed her waffles- which were slightly burnt, of course -along with her bag, and started to head to the shop.

It was a short two block walk before Inky was opening the door to the shop. Since it was Sunday, there wasn’t that many ponies inside, and only three- including Inky -on-hand to work today. She took her spot behind one of the counters in the shop, quickly saying greetings to her co-workers.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite artist.” Inky heard Madam call out her from the back room. “Good morning Inky, and how did the date go with Feather?” Inky blushed slightly when she saw the ‘dress’ Madam was wearing.

“G-good morning Madam, that’s um, an interesting choice of attire.” Madam was dress in a very loose nightgown revealing most of her body, despite the low temperatures. “Aren’t you cold?”

“Well yes, I had forgot that we were opening today, and I was running a bit late.” Madam walked over to Inky, a slight sway in her hips, giving the few stallions in the shop a bit of a show. “But enough about me and my struggles. I want to hear about you and Feather, spill it I want all of the details.”

“Um, well, our first date ended with a few, troubles, but I was able to make it up by treating her to a pizza.” Inky played with her thumbs, knowing that Madam was eating up the details.

“Aww, nice save Inky. So, did you, and Feather spent time to ‘get to know each other better,’” Madam asked, obviously hinting to something else, and it didn’t take long for Inky to understand what she meant.

“Well, yeah.” The blush her Inky’s gray coat made it hard for Madam not to just pick her up in a hug at how adorable she looked.

Madam was really enjoying teasing the mare, also knowing when to stop as well. “How was it?”

“Madam, I think we should get to work. Customers and stuff.” Inky reverted to the business-like tone she used when someone teased her. Madam chuckled at the predictable reaction, and just walked off to the back room. Inky took her spot, pulling out some paper and other art supplies. This wasn’t the first time Inky had worked on the Sunday morning shift, knowing that it was the slowest time for business.

She got to work on coming up with new situations for her in the book, wanting to see what she could do with it, and knowing that she not going to have much of anything to do for the next four hours. As the time slowly ticked by, small drops of ponies would come in either to check out a new book, or to place a pre-order for one that was due to come out soon. Inky helped out the new younger co-worker and inspiring artist, a pegasus mare the name of Arctic Winds, and Inky even showed her a few tricks when it came to designing a character.

Madam poked her head out from the back every now and again, only to see the two together enjoying each other’s company, and also sharing secrets with each other.

Thanks to Arctic, time seemed to pick up in, and the hours turned into minutes. Right before Inky was getting ready to leave, Madam gave her, and Arctic the task of taking stock of the new shipments of comic-books.

“Wow, so you’re from the Lunar Republics too,” Arctic asked, hovering above Inky as she recorded the number of books.

“Yup, I’m originally from Eden ,” Inky answered, taking note of the numbers of the shipment. “Wow, I think Madam is going to really go with adding on to the shop’s size.” The new number of comics were nearly twice the size of the last shipment.

“Wait a minute, Eden, famous artists.” Oh please no. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh you’re the Eden prodigy!” Arctic flew around, overjoyed that she met one of the most well-known ponies from the republics. “Oh I can’t believe that I’ve had the chance to learn from the Eden prodigy! You have no idea what kind of inspiration you are to me.”

Inky sighed from the other mare’s praises, making Arctic worry that she said something she shouldn’t have. “Oh-no, I didn’t offend you. Did I?” Arctic really didn’t want to get on Inky’s bad side, also didn’t want to lose the first pony that she actually have talked to since moving to Equestria.

“No, no its just that,” Inky stopped herself, trying to find the best way to explain her feelings about the topic. “The only reason I came to Equestria was so I could get away from that title, I didn’t want ponies to be my friends just because I could do more with my magic, and you won’t believe the many offers nobles would send my way.” Inky pinched the bridge of her nose, the mere memory of ‘love’ letters she got in high school still brought a slight headache to her.

“Oh, I see.” Arctic never really thought about the pressure Inky must have felt just being called the ‘Eden prodigy.’

“So, I came to Equestria for college when I was offered a full-ride scholarship, and I just stayed here.” Inky was glad that most ponies in Equestria didn’t know anything about the Lunar Republics before the Lunar Princesses return a few years ago. “Sure my life would have been much better in the republics, but its not the life I wanted to live. You know?”

“Yeah, I can understand,” Arctic said, finally understanding more about Inky, and the choices she made. “Heh, I crack under pressure when I have others depending on me, that’s why I tend to work alone. So, Inky got any new projects you’re working on?” Arctic changed the subject, getting back to work counting the rows of books.

“Well, I started on a personal project.” Inky too went back to work, knowing that she could make the comic-book more fun if she had somepony adding stuff to it as well.

“A personal project?” Being only just out of college, Arctic wasn’t too familiar with the terms that other artists would use.

“Yeah, a short of testing ground for my other books. I make new characters designs, added them to the enchanted book, and see how they play out.” Inky got ready to set up Arctic for her offer. “If you want, I could test out any designs that you have. You don’t have to worry about me using them or anything, I’m not going to publish the book anyway.”

“Really!” Arctic's wings fluttered behind her from the excitement. “I mean- ahem -sure that would be very appreciated.” She finished with a more business tone.

“Ha, Arctic this is just for fun, there’s no need to take it seriously.” Inky knew that Arctic was trying to make a good impression for her first collaborative work, the same thing she did when she was just starting out. Arctic visibly relaxed when she heard the friendliness in Inky’s voice, still overjoyed that she’ll be working with one of her favorite artists. “So Arctic, which part of the republics are you from?”

“Huh? Oh, I’m from Nenúfar. It’s a small island on the east coast,” Arctic answered.

“Nenúfar? I’ve heard of that place, its the fishing town right,” Inky asked, hearing about the small fishing town on the east coast. Arctic nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “Oh there’s nothing wrong with it, I’ve actually wanted to visit the place. I heard that they have beautiful beach resorts”

“Yeah, every summer me, and my mom always go.” Arctic smiled at the fond memories she had of her mother going to the beach during summer vacation. Inky did her best to not negatively react to Arctic’s warm memories of her mother, wishing she had the same chances.

“Really? I’ve never really been to the beach, or anywhere like that.” While most foals played in the summer’s heat, Inky stayed inside studying new spells, or drawing by herself. Looking back, Inky had wish that she spent more time making friends then studying, but then again she most likely wouldn’t be where she was now.

“What, really? Oh Inky you’ve got to go some time, its so much fun. Hey maybe we could go together, I’ve been planning to visit my mom back in the republics during the summer.” Inky thought about Arctic’s offer, as she too have been thinking about seeing her father, and maybe she’ll get to know more about Arctic.

“Sure, I’ve wanted a reason to head back,” Inky said, smiling at the thought, and also unknowingly making Arctic’s day.

“Great, I can’t wait.” Inky nodded, quickly finishing docking down the new stock, and leading Arctic out of the storage room.

Inky glanced towards the clock, seeing that it was close to noon, and also close to her lunch-date with Feather. “Hey Arctic, I’ll see ya later. I need to head out with my marefriend, we’re having lunch.” Inky packed up her stuff, getting ready to leave, but Madam stopped her.

“Actually Inky, I wanted to see if you’ll be ever so kind as to show Arctic around. She is new to Baltimare.” Inky glanced towards Arctic, who had a sheepish grin on her face.

“I-its fine, I know my way home, and I could always fly up to get a good view of everything.” To emphasize her point, Arctic gave a flap with her wings, lifting herself off the ground with ease.

“Are you sure Arctic,” Inky asked, knowing that Baltimare could get very dangerous with the wrong turn. “There are certain places you don’t go at night.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll stay out of trouble.” Arctic sounded assure of herself, but Inky really didn’t want her to accidentally stumble onto the Equine Kings like she and Feather did.

Inky lit her horn, pulling Arctic’s sapphire -blue phone out of her back pocket, and placed her phone number in it. “Here, if you ever need anything.” Inky handed Arctic’s phone back and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “Well I’ll talk to you later Arctic, Madam. Have a nice day you two.” Inky waved at the two mare and headed out the door.

“Um, now that was odd,” Madam said, taking note of the slight change in Inky’s personality. “Inky is never the one to take charge, sure she's a very kind mare, but she never would do anything like that.” The more Madam thought about it, the harder it was to piece it together, but eventually she dropped it. “So, Arctic you sure you’ll be fine?”

Arctic wordlessly stared at the door, spotting Inky talking to another mare who she assumed was her marefriend, and a touch of odd emotions filled her heart. “Arctic, sweetie?” It took Madam’s hand to shake Arctic out of her stare.

“Huh, y-yeah I’ll be fine. Well, I’ll see ya tomorrow Madam,” Arctic quickly said, grabbing her stuff, and heading out the door flying straight home. Madam shook her head. If I had a bit every time I saw somepony having a crush on Inky. She walked back to the adult section of the shop, knowing that the next shift of ponies should be coming in soon.

Sugar Sweets

The Sugar Sweets, a hot-spot for all ponies to enjoy a nice meal, and hang out. Luckily the Sugar Sweets was far from any reported mafia activity, so ponies could enjoy their meals in peace. The bakery was run by Moon and her family as they all made a living off the baked goods ponies would buy.

Feather lead Inky by the wing, inside the bakery as rush-hour kicked into full swing, and the line to the cash-register looked like a distant dream. Feather was going on about her lazy Sunday morning, telling Inky of the raid Star’s team did last night, and also going on about some new TV show she started watching.

“So, its about a mare, falling in love with her own reflection?” Inky had heard of loose plot lines before, even making up some herself, but this one took the cake.

“Gah no, well yes, I don’t know, but the way it went was pretty funny.” Feather shrugged her shoulders, not really caring much about the weak plot. “So how was the four hours of work,” She asked, realizing her day hadn’t been that productive.

“It was pretty easy, we even got a new worker too. Her name is Arctic Winds, she just started, and she new to Baltimare.” Inky was glad that Arctic was there at work, she really helped move the day by faster, and it was nice to met someone else from the Lunar Republics.

“Oh yeah? I hope I get to met her, also hope she doesn’t get into trouble with the Equine Kings.” The line finally started to move up, allowing Feather, and Inky to be next in line.

“Oh I’m sure she’ll be fine, I gave her my phone number to be sure.” Inky could tell that Arctic was a smart mare but it never hurts to be safe. “She’s a new artist too, so I was helping her learn a few things, and she even showed me a few things too.”

“Well now I definitely got to met her,” Feather said, moving up in the line. “Hey, Moon how’s work treating ya?” Feather greeted her friend.

“Oh hi you two, what can I get for you?” Moon pulled out a notepad and pen ready to take the two’s orders.

“Um, I’ll have a hay-flower sandwich, with a Bolt drink.” Feather order the usually thing she would get every time she came to the bakery.

“Alright, and what would you like Inky?”

“I’ll just get an egg & cheese sandwich, with some fruit punch.” Moon nodded, taking down the two’s orders, and adding up the price.

“Alright girls that will be ten bits.” Inky went for her bits in her bag, but Feather stopped her, pulling out her own bit-pouch.

“I got this one,” She said, paying for both her’s and Inky’s lunch. Moon took the bits, telling them that their food should be ready in just a minute, and that they can take any seat they would like. Feather nodded, saying words of thanks, and lead Inky towards a seat near a window. “So, Inky got any other plans for today?” Feather rested her arms on the table and also placed her head on them as well. In doing so, Inky caught a glance of Feather’s nipples, telling her she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Um, yeah, got some laundry to get done, bills are due, and I guess I could use some free time to work on stuff.” Inky tried her best to look away from the alluring nipples but always found her eyes wandering back.

Feather caught Inky’s wandering eyes, smirking at how cute Inky looked when she was blushing. “Ah I see, well, I guess you and I have the same schedule.” Feather caught Moon coming their way, so she straightened up hiding the nipples back in their fabric prisons that Inky wanted to tear down.

“Well here you two go, enjoy.” Moon handed the two’s food and walked back to the counter. Feather and Inky duged into their sandwiches both savoring the taste.

“So, how are you and Jet cousins,” Inky asked, striking up a conversation.

Inky’s house

Inky sat on top of her washer as it was in the final spin cycle. Ever since Feather told her the story of how she and Jet were cousins, Inky still had a hard time wrapping her head around it. Okay, so Jet’s Aunty married Feather’s Uncle, but then they got a divorce, but then turned around marrying Jet’s cousin? I thought my life was weird. As soon as Inky got home she removed most of her clothes, aside from a tank-top that came half-way, and a pair of shorts.

She quickly fell back into her usual Sunday routine when she got home, now all that was left to do was check up on the book, and maybe have a little fun. No Inky, you have a marefriend for Celestia’s sake. You don’t need to go around fucking comic book characters. The whole time Inky had been telling herself that she couldn’t use the comic book in the way she wanted too, but now it hit her, they’re just comic book characters- all of which she made mostly for that purpose. Does it count as cheating? Will Feather care?

Inky didn’t want to do anything that would hurt her new relationship with Feather, more importantly she didn’t want their friendship to end over a book. No, I can still have fun, I just can’t do that. Simple right? The buzzer from the washer brought Inky out of her day-dreams, telling her that she still needed to get them in the dryer.

She walked up the stairs heading to her room. Inky spotted the book sitting on top of her desk in her room, she picked the book up flipped to the page with the spell on it, and read:

In the darkest of nights, with chills and frights

When evil plague the streets a mare will rise,

To defend the innocent and to claim her prize

None will stop her furious might

With speed and power,

All will learn her name

She arrives in a black flame

The nighttime is her hour

She’ll rise, taking flight

As Mistress of the Night

Bell Mare; Moon Galleries

Inky- now dressed as Mistress -walked on top of building over looking one of the most famous art galleries in Bell Mare; The Moon Galleries. The moon hung high above Inky as she waited for something- anything -to happen that would give her a reason to step in.

Just as commanded, an explosion erupted from the building, rocking the ground sending ponies to the ground for cover. When the dust settled, the silhouette of a mare started to appear from the remains, and Inky instantly recognized it as one of Envy’s sisters; Pride.

Just like she did with Envy, Pride was based off of one of the followers for Envy. Pride, herself, was a beautiful mare, long natural silky-blue hair, curvy body that every mare would want, and a full chest to even her out. All of this Pride would take good care of, never allowing anypony to have anything over her, and using her quick anger to insure that they couldn’t.

Pride walked with a practiced stride that would make it seem like she didn’t do anything wrong, but the smirk on her face gave it all away in an instant. Her chest would bounce ever so slightly with each click of her heels.

Guard transports and pegasi soon arrived on the scene, all armed, and pointing spell guns at Pride. Though she didn’t stop her stride, even under the command of the officers, and the charged spell-guns Pride still made her way towards them. Inky watched from the rooftops, knowing that the guards weren’t going to be able to stop her, and wanting to see how the book changed the character.

The captain of the guard gave the order to open fire on the mare, which they did without second thought, but Pride still didn’t flinch. The squad of unicorns let loose a barrage of magic-bullets at Pride, causing a cloud of dust, and ink from Inky’s altered view of the comic. The captain gave the order of cease fire, the unicorns did as they were told, and everyone awaited for any signs of Pride.

Suddenly a black tendril shot out towards the captain, piercing him through the chest making him choke on his own blood, and quickly tossed him aside. The guards were left in shock at the brutal display, the unicorns were going to open fire again, but each one was stop by their own tendril through the head. The tentacles threw the dead-weights around like mere ragdolls, making them fly into the remaining guards.

Whatever guard that was left standing was thrown back by a black wind that also tossed the transports, dead bodies, and other objects in the area around with ease. By the time the dust had settled and the able bodied guards stood up, Pride was gone without a single trace.

Inky turned around, already knowing where Pride was hiding out, and also knowing just what to do with the pony. Inky unfurled her wings, stealthy taking flight so as to not be seen by any of the guards, and headed straight for Pride’s hideout. Inky flew to the other side of Bell Mare faster than any pegasi could dream of, coming to a guide above a fancy high-rise complex.

Inky spied Pride rematerializing on top of the high-rise, and calmly walking in, knowing that no one could have followed her. Inky landed on the balcony, spotting Pride putting up her latest addiction in her room, Inky also spotted the familiar form of Envy who was balled up on the bed.

That’s right, one of my powers is to bring a mare to an intense heat, and desire for me. I left Envy all alone to deal with it, so now she dealing with what? Well it’s been a whole twenty-four hours, the power supposed to make it feel like days so that’s twenty-four full days of non-stop heat. Wow, I’m evil. Well let’s fix that. Pride sat on the bed, rubbing Envy on her back, still trying to comfort her. Ever since yesterday Envy had been locked up in Pride’s home, continually muttering Inky’s name over and over again.

Inky popped the lock to the room, and strolled right in. “Well if it isn’t my two least favorite ponies.” Both Envy and Pride whipped their heads towards Inky, as she leaned against the doorframe with an elbow. Both mares shot Inky a smile, but one was of pure joy and relief, the other was a twisted and deadly one.

“Mistress!” Envy jumped from her sister’s arms, running straight to Inky's, and burying her head in Inky’s chest. However, the needed embrace of her mistress was cut short by a black tentacle, and jerked her back to the bed.

Inky raised a bored head towards Pride, who controlled her shadow for the spike limps. “So, you’re this ‘Mistress’ I’ve been hearing whispers about.” Pride sounded as though she didn’t needed to be bothered with Inky, or anyone else for that matter. “You don’t seem to be anything special and that outfit is completely pretentious.”

Everyone is a fucking critic. Inky held her tongue, opting to take a step forward, and enticing a reaction from Envy who was tied to the bed. “M-Mistress,” She cried out feeling her body grow hotter with each step from Inky.

Pride caught on to what was happening to her sister, having a feeling that Inky was somehow behind Envy’s odd behavior. Pride shot out tendrils in attempt to halt Inky’s movement. Seeing the incoming black spikes, Inky used her wings as shields to deflect them, also sending a gust of wind towards Pride.

She was knocked down, but was able to use a nightstand as a brace. Pride wrapped her shadow around a vases that was sitting on the table, throwing it at Inky, who merely swatted away the porcelain. Pride started to throw more objects around her room, only for it to be smashed by Inky’s wings, and hearing Envy’s cries grow louder.

“What makes you different huh? What gives you the right to think that you’re better than everyone else?” Pride quickly ran out of things to throw and by the time she looked up again, Inky had already had two fingers overlapping each other, pointed right on top of her forehead

“Because I am.” Inky flicked her finger on Pride’s forehead and instead of a mere tap, the force of the flick was hard enough to make Pride’s vision go black, and with a little magic shredded her clothes. Inky bent down, grabbing Pride by the cheeks, and directed her face towards her’s. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Pride’s vision faded shortly after, leaving Inky to have fun with Envy, who was finally free of the black restrains. “Mistress!” She yet again wrapped her arms around Inky, as though Inky just saved her. “I missed you so much, you just left me sitting at that warehouse all day, but now you’re here!” Envy squeezed harder, breathing in as much of her mistress’s scent as she possibly could.

“I know, and for that I’m sorry. So, now allow me to correct my mistake.” Inky patted Envy’s head, using her ‘super-hero strength’ to pick her up, and carry her over to a love-seat on the other side. She laid down, sitting Envy on top, and opened the front of her jacket revealing her large set of milky breasts. Envy stared at the erect nipples, a small stream of milk was seen leaking out only making her want to drive right in, but she waited for permission first. “Go ahead, you deserve it for waiting all day.”

Envy didn’t waste a second thought before latching on to the nipples, sucking away at the sweet milk, and giving the other nipple attention with a pinch. Inky moaned from the attentive appreciation she was getting for her gift to Envy, she allowed for her to take control knowing that she wouldn’t do any thing that she didn’t want her to. Envy would switch up nipples every minute or so, licking up any milk that she missed before switching up to the other one.

Inky wanted more attention from the mare, so she started to push her head downwards, and grab a lock of Envy’s green mane. Envy was able to take that as a sign of permission to continue. She unzipped the rest of Inky’s jacket, revealing the rest of the stunning body before her, and started to lick her way down. Envy enjoyed the powerful scent that Inky was giving off, each lick had her wanting more, and more all to herself.

Soon she reached the zipper to Inky’s black pants, grabbing it by her teeth, and pulling down. Envy played around with the midnight-blue panties making Inky moan in approval. She rubbed two fingers around the hem of the fabric prison, taking her time before removing them, and she took a deep breath of Inky’s intoxicating scent.

Envy gave an experimental lick of Inky’s glancing marehood, Inky’s moans told her that the lick was appreciated, and she continued to lick the leaking marehood. She soon found a rhythm that made Inky purr out her name. Enjoying the attention she was getting from Envy, Inky cupped her own breast, and started to suck on her own nipples. The warm liquid brought a smile to Inky’s face as she continued to suck on the lactating nipples.

From Inky’s moans, Envy grew bolder with each lick, and finally pushed her tongue inside. A new wave of sweet taste washed over Envy, sending her to lap up as much of the juices as possible, and making Inky’s cries grow in volume signifying that she was close to a climax. Envy lifted Inky’s legs slightly to get a better angle at her gift from Inky, pushing her tongue in further, and reaching Inky’s clit.

As Envy attacked the swollen bottom, Inky failed to keep herself from the edge any longer. Inky’s climatic wave flooded Envy’s tongue, sending her into a frenzy to lap up all the juices not wanting to waste a single drop. Inky climax soon ended, with Envy cleaning off the remaining juices from her marehood, and the still warm milk from her breasts.

Inky collapsed on the couch with Envy still attending to cleaning her. Envy’s hot breath drove Inky wild and made her forget anything that could possibly worry her. Right now, the outside world didn’t exist. Right now, she was the ruler of this world, and right now she is the mistress.

A groaning sound coming from Pride, told her that the fun had just begun. Pride started to lift herself up from the floor, rubbing the spot where Inky flicked her head. She couldn’t believe some no-named mare was able to knock her out so easily, in her own home as well. “Mm...why that little-”

“So you’re finally up?” Pride raised her head towards Inky, who was still lying down on the couch with Envy pressed in her chest. Pride could not only see the wet stains on Envy’s face, in between Inky’s leg, but also she could smell the remnants of Inky’s gift to Envy.

“You bitch!” A foul scowl appeared on Pride’s face as she commanded her shadow to from in a massive spike heading straight for Inky. Just as the spike came in close, a green copy of the same spike collided with it. Pride looked down towards Inky’s arms to see a thin link of smoke coming from Envy’s horn and also the flat look she was giving her. “Envy what are you doing?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt my mistress, not even my own sisters, and the same goes for you Pride.” Envy nuzzled into Inky’s chest more, her reward was a gentle pat on the head from Inky.

Pride’s fury was shown not only on her flawless face but also with her magic as multiple tentacles formed at her feet. “Release my sister, you succubus!” Envy started to crower in Inky’s chest, knowing that she didn’t have enough magic to take on her sister. She looked towards Inky, who still had calm expression on her face that told Envy everything was going to be alright.

Tired of dealing with Inky, Pride released her fury on her sending each tentacle towards the pair. Envy didn’t filched when Inky shielded them with her wings, reflecting back the tentacles to Pride, and instead of simply allowing her to regain control over them Inky infused a touch of her own magic in them. The tentacles wrapped themselves around Pride, who was no match for Inky’s magic.

Her hands, legs, and feet were all bounded together. Pride tried her magic, but found that too was stop by a tentacle wrapping itself around her horn, cutting off her magic. But the tentacles didn’t stop there, her breasts were tightly bound making them stick out more, and she could feel Inky’s magic moving about each black limb.

Still without her clothes, Pride could feel every inch of the tentacles near non-stop movement. Rubbing up and down her body. “L-let me go,” She commanded, struggling against the restraints.

Envy stared at her bound sister, not believing somepony as powerful as her was defeated so easily, by her own powers no less. “Envy,” Inky started, braking Envy out of her thoughts. “Why don’t we teach your sister some matters?”

A heated blush grew on Envy’s face at the thought of helping her mistress claim another mare. Envy again was pulled out of her thoughts by Inky pulling her in for a kiss. Their horns crossed, creating magical sparks, and allowing Inky to let some of her magic to flow in Envy. She moaned when she felt magic being transferred from Inky to her, also feeling Inky help her shape the magic.

“M-Mistress, my body feels hot.” The magic flowed through Envy’s body making her feel like she was on fire. The magic went from her horn, to her chest, and finally to her marehood. Envy’s panties started to feel tighter and tighter to the point where it was near unbearable. Her chest started to grow heavy as well and it felt like her clitoris was being constantly rubbed.

The chest expansion and rubbing was far too much for Envy to take as she came. It was then she was able to see what Inky has done to her. Looking down she saw a eight inch shaft, throbbing in a too small confinement, and that her chest size went from a modest c-cup to a much larger d-cup.

She gave the new breasts a squeeze to see if they were real, moaning, and milk told her that they were as real as anything else in the comic. Inky sat up, pushing Envy down to her back, and removing the cum-stain panties. Envy was now able to give the new appendage a better look, thick vines lined the sides of it, with a large head still glistening with cum.

“Do you like your gift from your mistress?” Envy looked over to Inky, who was standing with her own ten inch shaft that had even thicker veins. All Envy could do was dumbly nod her head in response, already having a sudden craving for the massive rod to be buried deep inside of her.

“Then lets share this gift with your sister.” Inky lit her horn, lifting the awestruck Pride off the floor, and onto the bed. Inky manipulated the tendrils to lift Pride’s flank high in the air, also moving her tail out of the way, and aiming her mare-breaker towards Pride’s tight rosebud.

“N-no, no! N-not there, p-please,” Pride begged, fearing the massive rod, and the one it belonged to. Inky ignored Pride’s pleases and begun to push in the tight hole. Pride could feel the head push past the outer wall, only letting more in as it stretched her wide, and causing her more pain than pleasure.

Inky nearly doubled over from Pride’s tightness, each inch was harder than the last, and she couldn’t believe how close she felt just from entering. Pride cried out from the pain, no longer trying to waste her energy in escaping. Seeing the tears in her sister’s eyes and knowing that her mistress had intended for her to take Pride’s marehood, Envy crawled on to the bed sealing Pride’s lips with her’s.

Inky pushed in just past halfway of her shaft, knowing that it would be best to stop, and allow Envy to enter. She grab Pride by her breasts, forcing her to sit up on her shaft only making more of it push in. Envy removed her shirt, pressing her breasts against Pride’s- which was still slightly smaller -and aimed her shaft to her sister’s marehood. She looked in Pride’s teary sapphire eyes, awaiting permission to enter. Pride, who had already resigned to her fate, nodded her head, and braced herself for her sister’s rod.

Envy started to push her way in, spreading Pride’s marehood to fit around her shaft. Envy’s entry was much easier than Inky’s, especially after her body reacting to Inky’s attraction powers making Pride’s marehood wet. Envy pushed further in bearing more weight down on Inky, pushing Pride further down on her shaft.

“E-Envy, it hurts,” Pride stuttered, the dual massive rods filling Pride more than she ever been. Soon Inky could no longer hold back her desires, again using her ‘super-pony’ strength to push the two down on the bed, and be pulling out of Pride only to push right back in shortly after.

Envy soon started to thrust in time with Inky’s, the two of them building a rhythm. Pride was completely trapped between Inky and Envy, the pain of the dual penetration turning into pleasure. Pride was lost in the the mind destroying lust, the pain from Inky was being replaced by the pleasure from Envy, and it quickly became hard for her to tell which was which.

Inky had a hard time keeping whatever self-control she had left, Pride’s tight hole drove her mad, and made her body beg for release. Envy was faring no better, only just recovering from her last sudden climax, and just getting used to the feeling of having a shaft, her peak was close at hand.

Of all of them though, Pride was the one on the short end of the stick. Having to take Inky’s mare-breaker from behind along with Envy’s shaft, was enough to push her over the edge. Her marehood clamped down on Envy’s shaft but she still kept up with Inky’s thrusts.

Violent loud slapping sound echoed throughout the room each time Inky pushed in. Pride could feel both Inky’s and Envy’s shafts throbbing inside of her, knowing that they both were at the edge. Inky pushed more of her weight down on the two smaller mares, the feeling of her shaft going to explode spurred her on with the thrusting.

She roughly bit on the back of Pride’s neck, biting down leaving her teeth marks in the sink. Pride cried from the pain only to be yet again sealed by Envy’s lips. The two mare’s horns crossed, sparking their magic from each other sending the magic through their bodies, and pushing both of them over the edge.

Pride’s marehood was quickly filled by Envy’s first load of cum, the excess leaking out around her shaft. Inky soon followed after, completely burying her shaft all the way in, and letting loose a massive torrent of cum. Pride was forced to cum again from the force and volume of Inky’s cum. It got to the point where Inky was pushed out of the tight hole, firing the rest of her thick creamy cum on the two mares.

Inky collapsed backwards to the head of the bed, panting, and savoring the afterglow of the intense love making with the two sisters. Weight on legs made her look down to see Pride and Envy cleaning off the remains of cum. Inky backed the two over with a finger, which they answered.

Both Pride and Envy took a spot on Inky’s chest. “Now, was that hard?” The two shook their heads, bright- tried -smiles on their faces. “Good, remember this is my town.” Soon the three fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

Inky’s room, 9:58PM

Inky slowly opened her eyes, the bright light from her lamp forced her to shut them again, but she able to turn them off with her magic. She raised her head off the desk, a slight creak in her neck, and the soreness in her back made any movement difficult. She blinked a few times before the memories of the events in the comic book flashed through her head.

Her eyes grew wide at the slow realization of what she did. A wave of pure sickness and disgust overtook her, the room around her started to spin, and she felt as though she committed the worst crime in Equestrian history.

Inky’s mind was sent reeling at the way she acted in the comic. She started to question herself of the things that she did, of the things that she still can do.

Inky need a way to fix the mess that she created, anyway to make the guilt go away, anything that she could do to make amends with Feather without her knowing.

She slumped in her chair, sighing, and looked up to the ceiling.

“Well, fuck.”