Knight's Nightlight X

>Day Orders to Identify, to Clarify, and Classify in Equestria

>Be Anonymous

>You are dreaming right now

>You know this because your body is not quite your own

>In your dreams, you are a tall, power stallion with magnificent wings

>Your body is as dark as the moonless sky and your mane is sleek and roguish

>It is lovely to be able to fly about the sky with the other winged guards you have always spent your time with

>There is no pain in your dream and your body is not marred with scars from the past

>As you soar through the sky, you spy a light blue cloud that looks so inviting

>You land easily with your muscular body and tuck your wings to your side

>Gazing down from your perch, you can see the whole of Canterlot and you smile

>Duty unto death, you think as you lean a bit further over

>A voice calls through the night air as softly as the breeze itself

>"Sir Anonymous, 'tis a strange sort of place to be thinking of your work."

"Princess Luna, good evening. How is the night?"

>"It is well despite you being here."

"Do you not like when I am in this plane?"

>"I do not like when you take that form. You know the dangers of shifting your body."

"Ah, so you have told me..."

>You stand before the Princess and flex yourself lightly

>Your wings stand out and reveal your cutie mark to the Princess of the Night in the most shameful display you can think of

"Is it not pleasing a form?"

>You watch Luna smirk once and sigh lightly

>She lands on the cloud beside you and it grows wide enough for the two of you to comfortably sit

>"Your body must be injured again. Do you wish to tell me what happened?"

"Of course... Nightlight and myself were releasing the prison. Most unfortunately, we were attacked by a small group cultists."

>"I see, did you defeat them?"

"Of course, dear Princess, as no evil will be allowed to make a mockery of your law."

>"Did you execute them?"

>Luna's face is tense as she awaits your answer

"No... Forgive me, but I had hoped Nightlight would be ready to begin fighting at the front line. I issued her the order and she did not comply."

>"It is fine, Anonymous. Was Nightlight hurt?"

"Lucky, she is an excellent fighter. She was never in any real danger with how the cultists fight. They are weak and sloppy."

>"I must go see your body when you return to the waking world."

>You move in a little closer and smile widely

>Your tail twitches gently in the cool air as you press your side into the Princess'

"Why waste time when this body is more to your liking?"

>"My word, Anonymous, how can somep0ny so hurt even think about -that-?"

"I feel wonderful right now. We have not had a single meeting like this in ages."

>You nip at her flank once and growl lightly between your perfect smile

>Luna titters once at your playfulness before standing to her height

>"What of Nightlight?"

"She is a beautiful mare who has a strange taste in human flesh. This is, however, a simple dream, correct?"

>You unfurl your wings again and engulf Princess Luna's view

>"A most interesting way to think of it, Anonymous. How do you believe she would feel?"

"If she would not allow me to dream, surely we would be in a bad position for our romantic entanglement!"

>Luna saunters up to you, her muzzle just slightly taller than your own, and her eyes pierce you in their icy gaze

>"Do you think this is what a mare looks for in a lover, Anonymous?"

"Truly? I do not know. I like to think a powerful body would lead to some interest. Are my wings not beautiful?"

>"You have quite an imagination, I will admit..."

>She places her horn to your head and you feel a tingling of memories for a moment

>"... Yet, you overanalyze the wishes of a mare from time to time."

>You watch as the dreamscape twists and the form of Nightlight appears before you

>Your wings lower as you watch the little mare look around

>"Oh, hello, sir. Have you seen Anonymous? He's kind of a tall guy? Walks on two legs?"

>A laugh escapes you as you speak to the filly

"It is I, Nightlight."

>"What? You don't -look- like Anon."

"Believe me when I say that I am Anon. I can prove it, if you so desire."

>"OK, what is Anon's duty?"

"To protect the castle, the Princesses and their interests."

>"No, no, you got it all wrong!"

>You stare at Nightlight for the moment and the Princess chuckles lightly

>"Anonymous' duty is to love me..."

>Nightlight suddenly presses her lips into your own and you share a kiss for a short moment

>"I should really go find him... You're a lousy kisser compared to him."

>As quickly as she appeared, she is gone from your dream

>Luna laughs into a pearly hoof as you stare to her

"I am glad you are enjoying yourself."

>"That was simply a memory of your own played against you. Do you see what I mean?"

"Nightlight loves the Anon she knows."

>"Are you still that Anonymous? Are you still in love with her?"

"She -did- disobey me on the battlefield. But, she was just doing what she felt Celestia would want... I cannot fault her for that. Yes, I love her."

>"Do not be too short with her. She is still young and full of the wonder and joy of life."

"This is true..."

>You casually walk to Luna and lie your body against her

"... That was an unfair exercise in dream weaving."

>"I took your mind away from the issue. Is that not a lovely dream in itself?"

>You chuckle and look at the beautiful Princess of the Night

>She looks back with starry eyes before you dart your muzzle in for a kiss

>You feel her try to pull back but, your hoof is too quick for her

>Pressing Luna's head closer, you probe her mouth once with your tongue before letting her free again

>The kiss breaks with a wet pop and her eyes roll back

>You simply smile and stare at her

"Did you enjoy that?"

>"Anonymous, you beast... So forceful..."

"Compared to my human tongue, this stallion version is much longer..."

>"Fine, but I am on -top- this night! Last time, you hurt my spine from how rough you pushed me down."

"You just kept scream for more, I merely complied."

>"I feel Nightlight developed such a sharp tongue from being with you. It is no wonder she would disobey her superior..."

>You push your face into Luna's neck as she tries to reprimand you and you give her a solid nibble with your powerful jaws

>She loses her focus and gasps at your teasing before you feel a hoof wrap around your neck and hold you closer

>"You are terrible, Anonymous... Lusting for your princess in such a shameful manner..."

>Her body draws into your lap as your top half is push down

>"Now, suffer the consequences of your misguided actions!"

>You feel an exhilarating heat near your groin as Luna mounts you and begins to rock her hips

"I am yours to be used, Princess. Do as you want, do not spare me from your wrath!"

>She chuckles as her mane falls over a single eye

>"Prepare for a lesson in humility. You will beg me to stop once we begin!"

>Your stallion parts begin to grow at the lustful smell and the rough grinding

>Luna's thighs draw you against her body as she glides up and down your pole with a smirk

>"You always imagine this filthy shaft to be so long..."

"... I know you enjoy it when it barely fits."

>Luna lays her body across you and your faces meet

>"If you wake up before I climax, I will personally have you whipped for making me this hot."

>Her muzzle meets with your own and her tongue joins the fray

>You feel hot thighs threatening to pull in your throbbing sex as the Princess becomes more and more daring

>The warm breath of your princess washes over your ear as her voice coos tenderly

>"Hold me tightly lest I slip off."

>Your hooves find their way around the princess' shapely body and her wings spread slowly

>She stares at you with the faintest hint of lust on her face and you lift your mouth again to give her a peck on the cheek

>Luna gasps as a smile parts her face and you part her marehood

>Ebony wings wrap around you as your dream becomes a little more interesting

 

>In a sterile, white room

>Be Rosewood

>You have been with the injured mare since her surgery let out a few hours ago

>Her sleeping form looks so peaceful on the bed and you imagine how nice a good rest would be

>Your head considers what will happen when your fellow fighters are well again

>Will you be forced back out into the cold to fight for resources another day?

>Questions come and go with not one having a clear answer

>You decide a stroll outside will help clear your head and you set to your hooves

>As you exit the infirmary, you see the clouds turning pink and orange in the distance

>The sunrise is already upon you and you yawn as sleepily as a newborn foal

>It climbs slowly into the sky as you begin to pace about the staircase

>You wonder to yourself about moving so freely about the castle

>Surely, a guard will recognize you and stop you

>With a light step, you descend the stairs and slowly move through the courtyard

>You notice that most of the guards are changing stations in some practiced routine manner

>The bat ponies that make up the bulk of the midnight crew stagger off to bed while the day walkers begin to make their rounds

>There is something strange about ponies who are awake all day and sleep at night, you think

>You wonder if the sun hurts their eyes as much as it does your own as you trot alongside the wall

>A stallion quickly lifts his head as you pass by and glares to you once

>"You there! This is the guardsp0ny staging area!"

"S-sorry, I didn't mean..."

>He quickly interrupts and rushes towards you

>His muscular body and smartly kept blur mane radiate obedience in the growing sunlight and you stare up at him in awe

>A shield cutie mark rests proudly on his flank and his gleaming armor shines like ten moons

>He speaks again, but in a surprisingly friendly tone

>"You're one of Celestia's students, right?"

"Uh, uh..."

>"The magi's quarters are in the left wing of the castle. Right near the library... Are you OK?"

>This stupid, hunky stallion does not even know who you are

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..."

>"If you want, I can take you to it?"

"No!"

>Your voice is a blast as you lose control of your pitch

"Ha ha, I mean, no, thank you! I will be fine, thanks."

>You nervously chuckle to him as you walk back towards the infirmary

>As you approach the medical wing again, you look back over the crowd to see the white stallion standing proudly amongst his kind

>His horn glows with a great power for the moment and you can feel the pull of the universe in your very bones

>With one magnificent, masculine discharge, the unicorn pierces the sky and a bubble forms around the whole of the castle

>It glows a bright pink before fading into a translucent shell and your mouth gapes in awe

>Such power, such strength of will, such a tight backside!

>The last thought replays in your mind as the stallion turns and the world slows down

>His gorgeous eyes lock with your own and, for the moment, you feel the strangest sensation that he is calling to you

>Life resumes as the clueless hunk walks away in his regal way and your lungs gasp for air

>You find yourself a little exasperated as you reenter the building

>Walking through the hall, you come upon a room where a familiar figure lies

>The strange smell of warm blood fills your nostrils as you look on to Anonymous' sleeping body

>You survey the area once before sneaking in and closing the door

"Well, look at this... Now the shoes on the other hoof, you horrible thing, you!"

>He does not reply and you cautiously approach

"This is not nearly enough suffering for something like you."

>You press a hoof to his chest and watch it depress into the bed

"How easy it would be to just suffocate you right now..."

>You stare over his body and lick your fangs in morbid delight

>Your stomach aches as you think of the warm liquid he so selfishly keeps to himself

"You hurt my kind, you hurt me... You are not a pony, just a beast."

>Anonymous suddenly twitches and murmurs and you jump back several feet

>With your guard up, you see he is only having some dream

>You approach him again with a hushed tone as you narrow your eyes on his shoulder

"This is a pittance of what you owe me for the pain you caused."

>With a steady motion, you mouth clamps down around the warm flesh and your fangs sink into Anon with little resistance

>Warm blood fills your mouth quickly and you nearly gasp in the intoxicating taste

>Your body quivers with delight as you are allowed to feed freely

>There is a sudden taste to his blood that you feel after so many sips

>A sort of magic that feels light and airy in your mouth

>You withdraw your mouth as your belly feels contentment and you stare at the neat puncture wounds on him

>Before your very eyes, golden tentacles burst from the holes and lick the wound clean as they recede

>The injury is healed in a matter of seconds and you stare at this level of magic in fear

"Regeneration? It can't be! What in the world -are- you?"

>You wonder in sheer terror just what Anonymous is made of and feel a bit of worry for drinking his blood

>You begin to put the clues together

>If he naturally regenerates, fights like a daemon, and cares little for pain, then Anonymous is some sort of troll!

>It all starts coming together now, yet you are unsure when trolls were so small or in the service of ponies

>You simply shake your head and turn to leave

>A creak suddenly rings out into the still air as you watch the door open wide to reveal a small filly with a few packages in her mouth

>"Anof, guess whaf I brouft 'ou!"

>She freezes in place and you do the same before Nightlight drops the packages and her face contorts into something wholly brutal

>"-You-!"

"I was just leaving..."

>Before you can finish your sentence, the green blue barrels towards you

>Her eyes are filled with some fury you cannot register and the next thing you feel is being tackled to the ground

>"What are you doing to Anon!?"

>Her voice is a roar like that of a manticore

"Nothing! I was just... Just here!"

>"Liar! I'll kill you if you did something to him!"

>Her hoof raises up and her teeth grit as you try to speak

"Wait! Wait! I drank some of his blood! OK? I was just hungry and it happened, but he's fine!"

>Nightlight growls through her teeth and stares at you sharply

>"I gave you a chance before and you almost killed us. This is the second time I gave you a chance and you still do these horrible things."

"Horrible things? That monster tortured me for days without end!"

>"And he gave you his blood to make sure you didn't die."

"That was only to get information from me!"

>"What information could an empty, red-head like you even have?"

"Plenty, you ugly, snot-green tart!"

>"Who're you calling a tart, you tramp?!"

>You see a bright yellow glow envelope the mare pining you down before she is hoisted into the air

>She dangles upside down in the magical field as the False Princess herself enters the room

>She speaks with a mildly angered voice

>"What is the meaning of this?"

>Nightlight pleads with Celestia and gestures wildly

>"I came in to bring Anon some food when I caught this traitor trying to harm him!"

>Celestia lifts an eyebrow to you and glares easily

>"It this true, Rosewood?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt him, I swear! I only took a little drink of his blood!"

>You hope that by saying what you were doing, you will be forgiven to some extent

>The green filly continues to hang in Celestia's magic as she sticks her tongue out at you

>You scowl before Celestia steps forward

>"Rosewood ... I want you to leave this room and do not disturb Anonymous any longer until he is well enough to speak on his own."

>There is something in her voice, like care or sympathy, as she speaks of the beast on the bed

>You stand to your hooves and quickly make your way out of the room

>The oppressive aura of the False Princess fades as you make your distance

>Her magic is so vast that it feels as if your awareness was being pressed between two sheets of glass

>You duck into the first room your see with an open door and try to hide from Nightlight and Celestia

>Your ears ping about as you listen for movement until the sound of a yawning screech rings out in the room

>"Oh, me head... Feels like I went three rounds with that bugger from Stalliongrad."

>You look over to see the two fighters from last night laying in beds just opposite each other

>The one with the eye patch speaks up a second time and you try to place his curious accent

>"Took me eye, the bloody git... Least I got a right jab at his innards. Oy! Who's this now?"

>He looks to you and scowls lightly

"I'm Rosewood..."

>"Fan-bloody-tastic! Glad we was sent to find you just so we's could get all banged up! Oy! Pokey, look it who showed to the party."

>The other stallion cannot turn his head with the neck brace on and you wince at the implications

>"I can -not- look behind me, you foal... Say it one more time and I'm going to shatter your teeth."

>"Yeah, yeah, be mad at me, ya' lucky git! Least you still got two eyes! I ain't ever gonna draw me bow again."

>The other stallion simply sighs

>"Why don't you shut up for five minutes? Just five minutes?"

>The stallion next calls to you from his fixed position

>"Rosewood... I did not think I'd see you again. It's me, Pokey."

>You walk around to the front and a chill runs up your spine

"By the Queen! I have not seen you in ages!"

>"I wish we were still planting cacti in the garden, my dear..."

>You sum up his wounds to find a few abrasions over his muzzle, but not nearly as much damage as Anon had inflicted

>Nightlight seemed to have only hurt Pokey's spine, still bad, but he will recover

>You look to the other stallion and he sighs loudly

>"What? What are you gawking at?"

"What is your name?"

>"Me? I'm the best archer in Equestria! Can't believe ya' never heard of me... Name's Snapshot."

"I am sorry we have to meet like this... I had no idea how to stop you three from attacking after that moronic filly issued the challenged."

>Pokey looks to you with weary eyes

>"It's not your fault. Who knew about that creature they had in their arsenal?"

>"Yeah, what's it s'pose to be anyways? Some kind'a minotaur?"

"It is called a 'human', they are viciously dangerous creatures. This particular one is called 'Anonymous'."

>Pokey frowns to you and turns his eyes

>"Do they have more here?"

"None that I've seen. What I do know is, fighting Anonymous is surely going to result in death. I do not think he was even trying to kill you three."

>Snapshot laughs once

>"Don't tell me he wasn't fighting at his full strength?"

"He can be much more ruthless than that... I think... I think he was enjoying the idea of being attacked."

>"Well, that's a sick sort'a thing, ain't it?"

>"Very troubling, but you look like you are doing well."

"I was being freed that day when you three appeared. When I first arrived, I was being tortured nearly every day for information."

>"You didn't tell them anything, did you?"

>You turn from Pokey sheepishly and sigh quietly

"I did... They broke me, but you don't know how horribly cruel Anonymous can be!"

>Pokey just looks down and sighs heavily

>"Why did you even join the resistance? You don't belong fighting a war."

"We should have never had to fight to begin with. I've been thinking over the last few days that maybe the Queen isn't actually helping us like she said."

>"Don't be a dumbo! A'course the Queen's helping us."

"When was the last time we received relief or aid? When was the last time we didn't have to eat vermin?!"

>"But, Rosy, don't you see? It is all Celestia's fault for creating the divide?"

"I don't know who to blame anymore, Pokey! I'm just so sick of fighting... I want to go home."

>"I understand, it's hard on all of us right now. We are fighting to make tomorrow better for our loved ones back home."

"Since when has fighting made it better? When did war magically fix famine? These ponies may be living in the lap of luxury, but they're..."

>You catch your tongue before it can say anything more

>"But, what?"

"This place is getting to me..."

>"It sounds like it, Rosy. Do you think we'll be able to escape?"

"We won't have to... They're going to let us go freely..."

>"You -have- been in this place to long. Celestia's guards stormed into our home and killed our brethren, why would they suddenly let us go?"

"I... I don't know..."

>You stare at Pokey with tears in your eyes

>Nothing makes sense anymore to you

>Trust is just another way to say hiding the truth in a smile

>How can you trust anyp0ny or anything after spending time with Anonymous?

>Snapshot suddenly perks up

>"Well, I don't care much, meself. I'm just in it for some food. The job's pretty good too. Outdoorsy, plenty a' work... Guaranteed ya' won't go hungry!"

>You hear a stomach rumble from one of the two and chuckle lightly

>"Guess it's been a day or so since we've eaten anything..."

>"Tell somep0ny who cares, mate! Haven't seen a rat in this place since I opened me eye."

>You approach a cooler in your room and find it stocked with chilled blood bags just as in the other surgical room

>They keep a lot of these blood packets just lying around and you almost wish to understand why

>You toss one packet to Snapshot and bring the second packet to Pokey

>"This is... It is!"

>Snapshot bites into the bag with vigor and determination before you hear the sound of a suckling pony

>"What in the world?"

"Don't ask questions about this forsaken place..."

>You prop the bag on your hoof and help Pokey place the other bit into his mouth

>With a delightful groan, you watch the bag shrivel before you

>The room has an eerie sort of quiet to it now as the two fighters feed happily

>It does not last long as the bags run empty

>"I cannot believe this... It is so pure, almost distilled!"

>"Beats the piss outta rats!"

"There, now that you are feeling better, I think we can discuss what to do next?"

>Snapshot and Pokey look to you as if you hold the answers

>This day is just getting longer and longer...

 

>In a room with a view

>Be Princess Celestia

>You look down at Nightlight with sorrow on your face and then over to Anonymous

"Little one... What happened that night?"

>She looks up to you with wide eyes and then focuses on the body

>"We were ambushed... Three of them. We fought hard to defend the lands in your honor."

"You did well, but how did Anonymous get so wounded?"

>"It is my fault, Princess..."

>You look to her until she begins again

>"... Anonymous issued I kill the wounded fighters. I have never done something like that before, Princess. I was too worried to do it. It distracted Anonymous and the enemy impaled him."

>You nod sagely, taking in the whole scene

>"Had I just obeyed him, he'd be well today."

>A sniffle rises from Nightlight as she approaches the bed and rests her front half on the wooden ledge

>"Why is Anon so hard on ponies, Princess?"

>It takes you a moment to decided what to say, but you sigh

"He feels he is below us, Nightlight. He thinks we do not see him as an equal and that we would show him no respect. Instead, Anonymous clutches to what he believes is right. Anonymous is not a pony and can never understand what it means to live like us. You must accept this."

>"But, he knows I love him, right? That should prove everything!"

>You shake your head

"Anonymous thinks that love is fickle, that it can change. Where he comes from, that may be true."

>Nightlight looks up to you again before taking Anon's hands in her hooves

>"I wish I could show him better. I've been a terrible special somep0ny."

>You approach Nightlight and rest a hoof on her shoulder

"No, Nightlight, I do not believe that. Anon cares for you very much or he would not have even trained you this far."

>"W-what do you mean?"

"Anon's service to Princess Luna ended some time ago. He has not been in charge of watching your grow in all this time, but instead, Anon has wanted to stay by your side."

>The green filly smiles through her tears

>"I had no idea..."

>She turns back and looks over Anon

>"He's going to wake up again, right?"

"I am sure he will, little one. Now, you should get some rest."

>She nods lightly and yawns once before stepping from Anon's room

>You close the door and return to Anonymous side

"I hope you awaken again, Anonymous, but not just yet..."

>You rest yourself beside the bed and lay your head on his chest

>His heartbeat is low, but steady and you admire the strange rhythm it makes

>You check is bandages to see some of lined with fresh blood and think they will need to be changed soon

>Looking up his body, you see his face at rest and bring your own muzzle towards him

"I miss your company, oh -Destroyer-. Your sense of humor had always kept me entertained. Please come back to me soon... Our time is short."

>You plant a small kiss on Anon's forehead and stare lovingly to him

>All you have been preparing for will soon come to pass and the prophecy will be fulfilled

>Who would have though parting was such sweet sorrow?