> The Eclipsing Midnight > by Miracle > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Helpless > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a sunny, cloudless day in the town of Canterlot, the streets were bustling with joy, as the town's citizens went through their weekly routine. Everything was perfect... ...Well, almost perfect--You see, one of the ponies stood out above the rest, her name was Midnight Eclipse, a small unicorn also known as 'The Shaman', having a recently brushed white and red mane, not to mention a gorgeous pale-yellow coat, was researching the common principles of size manipulation, her thirst for knowledge of the arcane arts was the reason she was visiting Canterlot this weekend, she wasn't from the town of Canterlot, meaning she also had little to no experience with the layout of the city, itself. Midnight wasn't as wealthy or clean as other ponies around her, but there was just something that didn't seem normal to the usual pony anatomy--her upper torso was holding up a sleek pair of large, green leaves, similarly to how a pegasus' wings would fit on a pony--The only problem being was that she wasn't a pegasus, and even then, she couldn't fly, she was just a unicorn, after all. It was just past ten, and the sun began to shine down upon the great city, making the temperature rise dramatically; Midnight was starting to sweat from the immense heat as she trotted past the many stalls and wagons selling various merchandise, as she searched in need of a place to wet her whistle. She was in luck--The local bistro around the street was just mere steps away. Although she entered with little-to-no-hassle, she was completely unaware that she was putting herself at great risk, not one of robbery or mugging, but social vilification and isolation. The minute Midnight entered the bar, everything went silent, the music came to a screeching halt, and all of a sudden, the sweat on her forehead seemed to multiply in size, looking back at what was now the eyes of dozens of ponies in the room, staring at her in awe. Many awkward seconds later, Midnight attempted to slowly trot towards the counter, the floorboards creaking as she nervously stepped on them. Trying to cause as little attention as she could, Midnight gradually made it to the row of barstools; The nearby ponies moved away as she sat onto the stool, kicking both of her rear hooves up onto the table, in her normal fashion, acting as she normally would at her local bar. An embarrassing smirk drew upon her face, as she could hear the mumbled whisper of disapproval from the ponies around her. Words barely formed correctly, until she managed to ask the bartender: "Ca... Can I, uh--CanIHaveADrinkPlease?" The bartender responded by slamming a beer mug onto the counter, with a small sigh in anger. What exactly did she do to provoke him? She was about to find out. "Slow down, ma'am, what is it that you want again?" He said, nearly in shock to what he heard. "A... Drink--OF... Uh, umm..." The bartender was getting impatient to hear her request, rudely interrupting her. "I beg your pardon, you... Want something to drink, here?" He yelled, showing an increase in hostility. One of the ponies in the back room yelled out: "We don't appreciate 'your' kind, in our establishment, young lady." Midnight wasn't very comfortable with how she was being addressed like this, she had no right to be treated any differently to any other pony would. "Huh? What did I do to you folks?" Midnight cooed, her face slightly blushing red in humiliation. The bartender raised a curious eyebrow at Midnight, unsure how to answer. "This restaurant has a dress code, you know; Unless you're formally dressed, we cannot serve you, ma'am--And unless you take off the 'arts and crafts', we'll have to ask you to leave." Midnight took her rear hooves off of the counter, realising how disrespectful it was. Although she heard what the bartender told her, she was confused by what he said about her "Arts and crafts". "Sorry, I think I misheard you... What do you mean by 'Arts and crafts'" She asked, slightly confused. The bartender indicated with his hoof what he was talking about, pointing to the leaves stuck to her upper torso. "I was referring to those... Organic things on you; I assume you're in some children's play, yes?" A small group of ponies behind Midnight could be heard snickering at her, forming into laughter. The sheer frustration Midnight could feel was incredible, her hoof was hot to the touch, her pupils began to dilate, and her heartbeat increased exponentially. Her final sparking point, however, was when one of the ponies from the group poked at her "Arts and crafts", that was the last ounce of dignity that Midnight could muster, she couldn't take it anymore. Her vision clouded, in an illogically unusual way... A large hypnotic swirl of blue and green was all she could see... She wasn't sure what she was going to do to them, but something... Unusual, inside of her was telling her to defend herself... The organic material on her body began to glow, releasing a terrifying power that even Midnight was unaware of. The ponies that gathered around her were speechless, now regretting their xenophobia against her, as they slowly backed up. Midnight was unsure what just happened, at first she thought she fell asleep, but after looking around, and seeing her own reflection in the mirror, she realised something different... Her body didn't change, but her size sure did, she was now approximately an added half of her original size, almost big enough to hit her head on the ceiling. When she saw the ponies, gathered around the room, her mind instantly clicked into motion, her ability to reason was now gone, meaning the rage she felt moments ago, only magnifying the danger to anypony nearby. She was pissed, and worst of all, she didn't care who or what she hurt in the process. > Fragile > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A moment of silence was in the room, as Midnight darted towards the end of the bar, to find a shivering pony hiding under the counter--The bartender, to be specific. As soon as she saw him, it was over... Easily ripping off the counter, nailed to the floor, now thrown to the side with the various drinks and beverages, effortlessly landing on a group of now-injured ponies. The look in the Bartender's eye was one of imminent death, he knew something was about to happen to him, and the looming shadow from above confirmed it. With no remorse, Midnight struck the first blow at him, pinning him to the mirrored wall with her hoof. The force of the impact knocked him out, instantly, sending him flailing to the ground as Midnight removed her grasp upon him. At this point, Midnight's hoof was slowly hovering above the pony's head, lowering down until it was then quickly slammed onto the floor, with the impact being as hard as rock. When Midnight looked at her hoof, after lifting off the ground, a sinister grin smiled upon her face, her cheekbones stretching from ear to ear, as she saw the crimson mess that was the mixture of the bartender's skull, blood and brain, now painted on her hoof. Midnight seemed to enjoy the carnage, so much so that she began to stomp her hooves all over the lifeless body, until he was nothing but an unrecognisable puddle of blood and flesh. Another energy burst hit her, and her adrenaline was through the roof... Along with Midnight. She couldn't explain how, but the sudden pleasure in power seemed to be linked to her unusual anatomy... whenever she slowly grew in size, her leaves started to glow even brighter. Waking up after a few seconds of immobilisation, Midnight saw the mess she made, looking similar to a really bad bar-brawl; After attempting to get up, she realised her head hit something, looking up, she saw a massive hole where her head hit the ceiling... Not only was she now approximately four times as big as the average pony, but even worse, she was now also four times as deadly. Midnight wasn't satisfied, lusting for more from the town of Canterlot, and its xenophobic citizens... "Canterlot, you're mine..." She secretly whispered to herself, easily crashing through the wall of the bistro, and into the market district, ready to cause havoc on anypony who got in her way. A nearby shop owner came to investigate the noises heard from across the street, moments after Midnight left the bistro, immediately noticing the damage caused. "Goodness... What happened? ...W-Who could've done this?" She asked to herself, unaware of the monster who caused it. A small rumble behind her was approaching, followed by the sound of somepony clearing their throat, getting her attention as she looked behind her. ... Midnight gave her an unexpected answer to her question, as the poor, tiny pony froze in fear. "I believe that was me, you little scamp." "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise!" Midnight said, reassuringly. The other pony was relieved, thankful for her mercy. "Really, you mean it? Y-You're not gonna kill me, or anything?" The sinister look in Midnight's eyes became even more aggressive--A small giggle came from her mouth as she quickly lowered her hoof over the pony, below. "What was that, I can't hear you?" Midnight shouted, sarcastically, as her hoof buried into the ground. To her surprise, Midnight could still feel the pony under her hoof squirming, still alive, with her muffled screams barely heard. "You're gonna pop, honey... Don't do it..." After she continued to feel the resistance under her hoof, she began counting down, slowly, essentially timing her death. "3... 2... 1... ...And, squish!" She said, in orgasm, twisting her hoof downwards, left and right for several seconds. Sliding her hoof across the street, she was satisfied with the kill, showing nothing but blood in her hoofprint, leaving an overdramatic remark as she trotted and stomped towards the main streets. "I told you, you were gonna pop, darlin'." > "Dude, I can't feel my legs." > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- News of the event spread like Nutella on bread, and within moments of hearing witness accounts of what happened Downtown, the city was in panic: many of the townsfolk were hiding in their homes, whilst others had barricaded their way inside random buildings; Most of the guards were stationed at the castle, already preparing for a fight--But other than the occasional guard or two patrolling the streets, there were next-to-no means of defence for the ponies of Canterlot, with hiding being the best option. It was almost 12:00, a large, booming growl was heard from almost a mile away, making the citizens evermore terrified, many bolting their doors shut to prevent detection. Everything was quiet, no-pony could be seen, and everything that was once in the streets, now abandoned; Newspapers scattered on the pavement and coffee wagons now knocked over, showing no sign of civilisation. An ever-familiar stomping from Midnight was heard from the far end of Midtown, alarming everypony in the vicinity, causing some of then to duck under tables, and some others began hugging the stranger or loved pony beside them. The stomping grew louder, until it stopped, seconds later, and the terrifying presence was magnified as Midnight strolled in. She seemed confused to where all the ponies were, doubting that they could simply vanish without reason. "Hey, I could've sworn I saw more ponies in this area..." She boomed, near-deafening the poor, helpless ponies nearby her. Getting impatient, Midnight trotted towards a row of high-class houses--Or she was, until she was surprised to spot a small group of teenagers, out in the open, just passed out in the back alleys; After a confirming grin from Midnight, she made her move, trying not to surprise her prey. The ponies she saw were too busy being surrounded in cheap alcohol and recently-lit joints to notice or care what was happening; If anything, the hangover made Midnight blend in with the random oddities seen by the drunken teens. Midnight awoke the sleeping ponies, giving them a gentle whistle as she laid down on her stomach, with her hooves resting under her head. "You guys okay?" she asked, receiving zombie-like groans in return. One of the ponies spoke up, still drunk and confused, unsure what was happening. "Cezola, is that you? ...You're taller than what I remember..." He asked, lifting his head up, slowly, gazing up at Midnight. "No, dummy, I'm right here, babe." The other pony from behind answered, rubbing her eyes to balance her vision. "Hey, where's Dave gone?" She asked, turning her head left and right, hoping to find her friend. It was only till then that Midnight felt something wet, and slimy from underneath, as small, red puddle began to expand under her hoof; Putting two and two together, Midnight guiltily shifted her eyes back and fourth. "Oops..." She comically whispered to herself, hoping to get as much fun as possible from the others. Suddenly, the male pony stood up, and immediately ran towards Midnight, hugging and kissing one of her hooves randomly. "Baby, I just love your new hooves..." He added, giving an idea to Midnight as she thought how to make his dreams into reality. "Is that so?" Midnight asked, standing up, as she proceeded to prod the pony below her into submission. "H-Hey... That tickles!" He laughed, oblivious to the danger he was in. Moments later, a satisfying squelch was given in response, making Midnight chuckle at her action. "Dude... I can't feel my legs!" The pony yelled out, with his lower body now under Midnight's sleek hoof, only to depart without it, now covered in blood and guts as he crawled amongst the floor. D'awww, look at you squirm... I thought you loved my 'new' hooves. Midnight added, snuffing out the last moments of his existence, ramming her hoof as hard as she could onto his unworthy, minuscule body. "Oh, yeah! That's the stuff."She moaned in ecstasy, with her soles now completely stained in blood. Finally, the other pony left within the group was the girlfriend... High as a kite, and unable to stand up straight. Her vision was useless, showing nothing but unreal illusions, but she could still communicate, giving Midnight another advantage over her, other than her size. Midnight was unsure what the pony saw, but she seemed to show no reaction. "Wha... What's the stuff--Dave is that you?" An unexpected rumble from within Midnight's stomach reminded her something--It was lunchtime, and she hadn't had any breakfast, making her stomach growl once more in starvation. ... "Honey, what was that?" > Eclipsed > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "You're hearing things." "B-But--I could've sworn I hea--" The stoned reply was cut short by Midnight, as she interrupted her. "Look, you're obviously tired from all that partying you've been doing... I could offer you a ride home, if you want." It was unclear to what she was doing, herself, lost in her own thoughts. Seconds after scratching her head with a hoof in decision, she carelessly nodded in agreement to her offer, completely ignoring the stranger danger rule. "Sure, I guess... Where's your carriage?" "Are you blind? You're standing right in front of it, just walk forward, I'll help you up, don't worry, darlin'." Replied Midnight, now with her gigantic maw opened up, as she bent down her head to the pony's height, sticking out her tongue like a red carpet. The moment the poor pony put her first few hooves upon the ground, it was obvious something wasn't right, feeling very wet and slippery under her. Before she could say anything, Midnight retracted her tongue back into her mouth, with an extra passenger to accompany it. Midnight suckled and moaned as she began to play with the pony lodged in her mouth, tumbling her over, twisting the stoner into various positions with her tongue. Her feeble screams were barely heard from the ponies hiding in their homes, but they could witness the whole thing. One last pleasurable moan from Midnight, and the screams were instantly muffled, and the last of her existence witnessed by a small lowering bulge down Midnight's throat... She was as good as gone, with the last of her cries inaudible from the inside of Midnight's body. Midnight's eyes began to dilate, once more, and as suspected... She was indeed, about to grow again... This time, however... It was even better: She grew twice the size she once was, moments ago, now being what would be the size of a two-storey building, and also, something else was different: Those organic forms across her torso were now completely gone, assuring to her power's logic, that this was as big as she could get. After regaining her thoughts, once again, she looked down at her environment, her hooves and body covered in rubble, and small pinpricks of blood... She collapsed on top of a house! ... "Awesome!" She said, giggling at her incredible strength and power, accidentally smashing almost all the windows in Canterlot whilst doing so. Testing herself, Midnight immediately dived into the rows of houses she saw, earlier, all of them crumbling to the ground like crackers as she landed on them, instantly killing any and all ponies within, hiding from their new queen. Next, she wanted to use her hooves as her weapon, as she began stomping towards the town hall. Many ponies began fleeing from the buildings they were once using as cover, including many ponies in suits fleeing from the town hall, uselessly running away from the inevitable, many of which were instantly squashed by getting in the way of Midnight's unaware hoof. The town hall suddenly darkened, as the bringer of destruction, herself unleashed her hoof upon it. "Fuck politics" Shouted Midnight, after stomping her single front legs onto the monumental building, now crumpled like a soda can under somepony's hoof. Midnight turned towards the small crowd, now trapped within a ring of rubble, now unsure where to go. "What? It's not like you millionaires pay taxes, right?" She added, hoping the message would explain some of her motives for wrecking the city. ... Midnight looked down upon the ponies, annoyed at their ignorance, still caring for their own lives over anypony else. Her sudden screams of aggression scared some ponies to suddenly faint, whist she stomped closer and closer towards them. With her rage increasing, so did her volume... but her sanity was clearly decreasing. Turning her attention towards a row of ponies, almost too scared to care, she began shouting once again, even louder than before. "I AM GOD!" ... "WHO DARES TO LOOK GOD IN THE EYE?!" ... "HOW ABOUT YOU, DO YOU DARE TO LOOK GOD IN THE EYE!?" Said Midnight, shouting at a female unicorn, who was shivering from her frightening presence, too scared to look up. After a brief moment of waiting, Midnight just brushed her life away, stomping her already-bloody hoof onto the poor mare, scraping her body inwards as she attempted to get the remains off of her, leaving a long trail of blood where the pony once was. Not caring about the suffering she caused, Midnight looked towards the pony next to her, who was now praying to Celestia, almost crying in disbelief. "Oh, stop praying... It's not gonna save you." Facehoofed Midnight, instantly shutting her up by kicking her like a discarded soccer ball, sending her literally flying across the world of Equestria... Where she landed, no-pony knows, she could've landed in space for all they knew. Continuing to her carnage, Midnight resumed to terrorise the few ponies left in the town... But then disaster struck against her, being unexpectedly knocked over by something, falling onto her rump, accidentally crushing a small portion of the ponies near her, and a large house from behind her, now flattened by her immense plot, with some ponies still stuck to her as she sat back up. > Technically Legal > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- After getting up, the now-pissed-off Midnight looked around to see what hit her so hard, and to her surprise, the first instance of defence from Canterlot was shown; Not by an army, not by the guards, but the five-star celebrities, themselves--The Wonderbolts! ... Well, except for Fleetfoot, who was knocked out from the impact of hitting Midnight, only to accidentally become a victim to her rump, leaving only Spitfire and Sorain to fight for Canterlot. Not long after the two struck into the skies, Midnight rubbed her head from her fall, readying herself for the next attack. Only seconds later, the skies opened up, and (now-what-was-left-of) The Wonderbolts soaring in unison, beside each other. "Ha! I like it when they fight back." Spitfire was the second of the group to fall victim to Midnight's power, quickly flying towards the face of the monster, with its eyes near-twice the size of the pony, confronting her. A quick reaction was all it took, and with a simple flick of her magic horn, her telekinesis easily took over Spitfire's minuscule body, paralysing any movement that came from her. She look down upon her, like a discarded piece of trash. "Hey, baby... You, up for some fun?" Unable to give an answer, Spitfire could only move her eyes in response, having no other choice than to give up, surrendering herself under Midnight's mercy. What happened next, was cringeworthy: The magic surrounding Spitfire enlarged, stretching him beyond his body's length and height, making him almost three times as large... But something was different about her, she was completely transparent, emitting a green-tinted shadow, below her. Once Midnight released her magical grasp, she landed with a small thud, still showing no signs of life... The small crowds gasped in terror, as the pony once known as Spitfire, was no longer a pony--But instead, a giant, lime-flavoured gummy-pony. Licking her lips, Midnight proceeded to levitate the candy-coated, sugar-free pony into her maw, looking at her frozen statuesque-posture. "D'aww, don't be scared, darlin', I'm sure you're gonna be as tasty as you look." She snickered, before placing GummyFire into her mouth, carefully positioning her on her tongue, sucking the vibrant flavours from within. The sloppy sounds of jello was immediately coated within the cavernous mouth, as Midnight nearly orgasmed as she chewed the lifeless treat, only to join the fate of the teenagers, Midnight terminated, earlier--As the last remnant of life of Spitfire, reduced to a descending lump down Midnight's throat, as she blissfully swallowed her remains. Sorain looked away in remorse, a small tear was seeping through his goggles as he rushed back towards Midnight, attempting to avenge their fallen brethren. Now pumped up in his emotions, Sorain vigorously charged towards Midnight's jaw, his hoof reaching out in front. ... *Slap* "Ow!" Midnight responded, as she was punched in the left cheek. Sorain, unexpectedly, returned face-to-face with Midnight, as she grinned at his frivolous courage. She was slightly confused when Sorain spoke, his voice seemed to be heard as if he was matching Midnight's size. "Ma'am? ... Ma'am? ... Ma'am, if you don't order anything, I'll have to ask you to leave." He said, making Midnight raise an eyebrow in her now-dumbfounded state. Her voice appeared to lower in tone, as she spoke. "Wait, what!?" Midnight immediately awoke from her own daydreams, as the bartender she met before, was now trying to wake her up from her slumber. Although the sudden turn of events startled Midnight, she accepted her concepts in reality, knowing that dreaming of fantasies all day could have negative results. Looking up at the bartender, she simply and respectfully asked him: "Excuse me, could I have a glass of water, please?" After that, Midnight's day continued as any other day, and Canterlot still gleamed in the morning sun. ===The End===