Title: (COMPLETE) The Scent of Fear Author: Mendicant Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/M1NwYaTE First Edit: Tuesday 23rd of December 2014 11:03:19 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Wednesday 17th of June 2015 11:10:32 AM CDT >You are Nightmare Moon. >Property of the Equestrian Empire. >And you are being hunted. >... >You turn the corner, and galloping through the Palace gates, you find yourself in the garden. >Standing at the top of the stairs, you gasp for air; desperately hoping to catch your breathe. >You feel so… weak. >You can’t muster any magic beyond that of an average pony. >Then you hear it. >Your ears perk up, and turn around. >Hoofsteps- Footsteps, rapidly making their way down the hallway behind you. >Continuing your escape, you flee toward the entrance of the maze. >You feel the cold grass gently brush against your hooves; your normal hoof guards absent. >The Beast took those. >… >You enter the maze, and make an immediate right turn. >... >As you run, you quickly realize the mistake you made. >You don’t know how to solve this maze, you just... ran into it. >You don’t even know where it leads to, or if it leads to the outside of the castle at all. >… >You make a left. >… >You begin to panic. >Of course this maze doesn’t lead to the outside. >Why would it? --------------- >You make another right. >... >This can’t be happening. >Think Nightmare, Think! >You can’t let this happen! >You’re you the Empress! >You need to escape! >The rebellion needs you! >… >You make a left. >… >You realize that this particular pathway is very long. >Luckily, it allows you to break into a full gallop, and very quickly, you… >Reach a dead end. >… >No. >This can’t be happening. >Slowly, you turn around. >... >It dawns on you just how quite your surroundings are. >All you can hear is your breathe, and the wind gently ruffle the leaves on the top of the surrounding walls. >Your senses begin to heighten. >He should be chasing you. >You know it. >You heard him. >He entered this maze behind you. --------------- >You don’t want to move. >You reach up with your hoof, and gently brush the bell tied around your neck. >The human forces you to wear it… >He forces all the prisoners to wear them. >You can’t so much as take a step without the bell making noise. >Like livestock... >... >Your breathing quickens. >You don’t know what to do. >Maybe he gave up. >Maybe he left. >… >Maybe he’s waiting outside the maze for you to leave. >Maybe there is no exit at all. >Maybe he’s just toying with- >”Hello my little pet.” >You look up, and see the Beast making his way toward you. >Immediately, you look both ways, as if some magical exit would simply appear beside you. >It doesn’t. “Don’t- don’t come any closer!” >You point your horn toward him. ”I’m warning you!” >He lets out a hearty laugh. >”Isn’t that cute? A little pony thinking it can stand against it’s master." >He continues his advance. >”Maybe I should just kill you here, and have the chefs cook you up for dinner tonight.” --------------- >Your voice becomes weak. “W-What do you mean?” >”Come my little pet, do you honestly think that I eat grass?” >He shakes his head ever so slightly. >”No, no, no, my little pony. You see, you are here to serve my every desire….” >A smile appears on his mouth, displaying his canine teeth for all to see. >For you to see. >”And sometimes, I desire flesh for my plate.” “N-NO! Don’t come any closer!” >You fire a bolt of magic at him, but it simply disappears upon impact. >In shear panic, you fire one again, and again. >Nothing happens. >He continues to advance. >”Do you remember the lunch you served me in my chambers earlier?” “NO! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” >”That was your sister Nightmare. I’ve eaten her already…” >The strength in your voice disappears entirely. “Wha-you- you aren’t serious- you can’t be serious…” >”I liked the way she tasted. So tender and moist…” >”I /do/ hope you taste the same.” --------------- >Before you can react, he closes the last few yards between you, and in a moment, you are tackled to the ground. >You find yourself laying on your back; the Beast on top of you. “No! Stop! Please Master I’m sorry"!” >You desperately try to conjure a spell, but before you can, you feel the familiar emptiness of a magic suppressor on your horn. >You try to flair your hooves, but to no avail; the troll is already laying against your chest. “Please master… Have mercy… I-I’ve been a good slave…" >You try to desperately plead for your life. “I’ll do anything! I-I know where the rebels are! I know-" >You stop, as you feel his teeth press against your unguarded neck. >Frozen entirely, you close your eyes in fear, waiting for the fatal bite. >Slowly, you feel the pressure increase, as his teeth begin to restrict your wind-pipe. >You feel your blood traveling through your veins, pulling with each beat of your heart. >Yet no skin has been broken. >... >A small eternity passes as you lay still. >Both you and the Beast are frozen in this pose. >Him on top of you; you below him. >You are his game; his prey. >His kill. >You lay beneath him, completely at his mercy. --------------- >Yet in some strange way, it seems so familiar. >How many times have you been in this exact position? >Beneath him, with your body offered to him for his use; for his pleasure. >… >And it is in this very moment, you feel your arousal. >You are ashamed of it. >Even in the last moments of you’re life, his training still pervades your mind. >You’ve become trained to offer yourself to him, and this is the cruel result. >… >You feel the pressure on your neck disappear. >”I think I will give you one more chance to prove your worth to me.” >Weakly, you nod. >”Anything master… please… anything…” >Suddenly, you feel him enter you. >You gasp for air in surprise as you are stretched by his girth. >”You’re pathetic. Even facing death, you still want me… need me…” >He pulls out a few inches, before hilting himself again. >A soft moan escapes your lips. >You desperately, hopelessly try to avoid providing him further knowledge of your condition. >… >But all at the same time, he is all you can think about. >His toned muscles, toned and prepared to hunt lesser ponies… >So strong and defined... >You feel his hand clutch your collar, squeezing your neck. >Oh his hands… >Almost like magic taken form… >He thrust into you again, this time accompanied by the noise of your wetness slapping against his skin. >His inheritance slapping against you gently. --------------- >You feel so used. >You are his game; he is just playing with his food. >Removing whatever dignity you had left. >... >His moans and grunts fill the air, followed by the increasingly vocal moans of your own. >His sweat drops onto your coat. >Oh Stars, he’s just so big! >You feel so full, so… fulfilled. >Like- like this is your purpose. “Please master… more…” >You look away as the words leave your mouth. >Here you lay, leader of the rebellion, and you offer yourself to him like a cheap whorse… >He thrust into you yet again, his muscular abdomen pressuring your tender underbelly. >You’re so close. >Just a little more... >… >No.. >This isn’t right. >You- you’re better than this… >… --------------- >In a final moment of desperation, you try to escape, pushing at him with your forehooves. >Almost immediately, he forces himself against you again, his hand cutting of your air supply. >You’re eyes begin to water from lack of breathe. >He takes a few moments to gather himself, as his chest expands and deflates with each breathe of his own. >”You were so close to saving yourself my little pony.” >… >He forces himself into your delicate entrance yet again. >You convulse in response, but make no noise. >”I’ll give you one last chance to prove you deserve to live, my dinner.” >He brings his mouth next to your ear. >”One last chance…” >… >Almost immediately, he lets go of your neck, and returns to pillaging your body. >His force increases along with his pace. >You struggle to regain your breathe, as your mind forces you to vocalize whatever moans you can. >Both of your voices build. >Predator and prey, both in their rightful places. >You feel his girth begin to spasm, and you contract yourself around him. >Saving every single drop the Beast has to offer, each a token of his victory. >In the same moment, you find ecstasy. >Yet no noise leaves your mouth, less you anger him any further. >… >A few, gentle moments pass. >Both of you heaving for air, his body completely collapsed onto your own. --------------- >Then, it’s over. >You dissolve yourself into your ethereal state, before appearing on top of the Beast. >You gently turn him over, and place your chest against his own. ”That was excellent our troll.” >He smiles, and reaches for the magic limiter ring now on the ground, placing it around his finger. >”Yes it was Nightmare.” >He runs his fingers through your mane gently. >”You do manage to play the role of an average mare ever so well.” >You nod. ”We said we would provide for our troll, and provide we have.” >He smiles, before leaning forward, supporting himself with his arms. >"Let’s let back to the Castle. I’d rather not keep our new prisoner’s hopes alive too long.” >You nod in return, and stand on your hooves, teleporting your Regalia back to their proper positions. ”Very Well our Champion, we will be watching." “Do put on a good show…” --------------- >You are Nightmare Moon. >Empress of the Equestrian Empire. >And you are watching the hunt. >… >You sit on the balcony overlooking the Castle Gardens, with a glass of wine to your right. >Any moment now, the show will- >... >There she is. >You look down with a smile as a light blue unicorn mare runs out of your Castle, and stands at the entrance to your maze. >Just as you expected. >She looks over her shoulder, causing the bell on her neck bell to ring ever so softly. >You take a sip of wine. >She honestly thinks she has a chance. >But you know better. >She is standing where you stood only hours ago. >This time however, it is different. >You can smell it in the air. >The scent of fear.