Author's Notes:

Update Please read the next chapter. The end will make a bit more sense.

Thank you to Jszellmer for the edits as always! Also another thanks as always to Jake for helping me polish up the chapter, I like to say I can come up with a story, but Jake always makes it come to life! Thanks to KarmaDash who has been waiting for months for this chapter. She really has been, I told her about this idea before I even published chapter one.

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Chapter 11: Demons Revealed

Not a sound could be heard, not even a rustle of wind, as if all air had been sucked out of the drafty barn as soon as Mac had spoken that word. That one word that Bentgrass had been wanting to hear for years, to solve this seemingly impossible case that no other pony dared try as hard as he had to solve.

Their eyes locked in what could only be described as the immovable object coming into contact with the unstoppable force.

“So that’s it then,” Bentgrass eventually said, closing his eyes and shaking his head a bit. “I finally got the confession I needed, found the Ghost Rider... and I can’t do anything about it, can I?” Bentgrass looked up at Mac, a grin crossing his lips.

“Well, you could try arresting me, but I don’t think it would end up too well for you. Also, I think Mrs. Nimbus might be a bit angry about you arresting her worker,” Mac said with a shrug. Something inside of him, not the Ghost Rider, but some tiny whisper in the back of his mind, told him he could trust this pony.

Bentgrass only laughed at this, walking back to the map he had put out and refolding it. “Yes, I do believe she would be tad upset with me. All she would have left for a work pony is Mister Braeburn,” he said nonchalantly as he packed up the rest of his things. This last comment struck Mac as odd, but he kept silent; this Agent Bentgrass probably knew things that even the Princesses themselves did not know.

“Alas, I must leave this town. I have to file a report about my findings here.” Mac’s ears perked up at this, which only served to make Bentgrass laugh again. “Don’t worry, I will forget a few details here and there, but I must warn you, Mister Wild Blaze…” Bentgrass turned to face Mac again, his mismatched eyes locked with Mac’s. Despite all his strength, Mac couldn’t suppress a tiny shiver. “If you ever hurt or kill an innocent pony, I will bring down all of creation upon you. Arcane powers be damned, I shall arrest you and see you executed for your crimes. You understand?”

Inside his head, The Rider laughed so hard that Mac cringed. The Rider had nothing to fear from a pony like Bentgrass, but Mac did. His true identity was his most guarded secret, and he was sure that Bentgrass could figure out that if he tried to.

“I understand, Agent Bentgrass.” Bentgrass just nodded to Mac as he placed the last of the photos safely inside of his jacket. Then, without another word, Bentgrass made his way through the barn door and into the afternoon sunlight.

Mac watched as Bentgrass left the barn, and with him some unknown weight from his shoulders. Being able to tell somepony about his curse—or the fact that he didn’t have to worry about needing to run away and having to try to make another new identity—felt... good. With a deep sigh, Mac followed after the agent, wanting to get back to his chores.

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“Well, it’s about time y’all came back out,” Applejack glared hard at Bentgrass. “Taking one of ma workers ta question em’ about some urban myth.” She had been standing on the front porch of the house with Rainbow and Twilight as they waited for the two to emerge. Now she was mere feet from the two stallions.

“Want me to get back to work, Mrs. Nimbus?” Mac asked, already recognizing the rage in his sister’s eyes. Through his travels with the Ghost Rider he had stared down deranged minotaurs, dragons bent on destruction, demons right out of hell, and angels sent to smite him, but nothing ever compared to seeing his sister angry.

“Terribly sorry about that, Mrs. Nimbus. I had to be thorough with my—”

“Save it!” Applejack snapped, making the cool-headed Bentgrass flinch just a bit. Applejack turned her attention back to Mac, who like Bentgrass took a step back in fright. “Ah told ya not ta call me that, Blaze. Ah take it Agent Bentgrass cleared ya?” At the question, Mac could feel the two sets of eyes on the porch looking over at them.

“More or less,” Bentgrass said, smiling to Applejack. “I have no further questions for Wild Blaze here. Just as long as he stays on the good side of good, I don’t think we will have any problems.”

Applejack just gave Bentgrass a stern look, before snorting. “Ah guess that will do. Wild Blaze, you just go back ta clearing the orchard. Once yer done with that, see if ya can help Braeburn in the north field. That damn mule keeps stopping ta daydream.” Mac just nodded as he started to make his way back out to the orchard. “And you can git,” Applejack said in a low growl as she looked to Agent Bentgrass.

“I will be leaving on the first train, Mrs. Nimbus. It has been a pleasure.” Bentgrass said, with such an air of calmness that AJ just snorted again, before making her way to the orchard after Mac. Bentgrass just shook his head, a smile ever present as he watched the two ponies walk away.

“You're just going to let him go?!” Bentgrass turned to face Rainbow Dash, who was flying at him.

“Hello again, Miss Dash.” Bentgrass seemed to return to his normal attitude and appearance, but he was still grinning in a way that almost seemed unnatural for him. “And yes, I am. I don’t have a strong enough case against him. Heh, or cage.”

“What does that mean?” Rainbow Dash shouted once again, hovering a few inches off the ground, her hooves outstretched as if trying to pull the answer out of him.

“Princess Twilight, could you please write a letter to Princess Celestia for me? Just inform her I will be returning to Canterlot.” Bentgrass didn’t even seem to acknowledge Dash’s existence as he addressed Twilight. “If she asks if I have gotten any closer to catching the Rider, tell her I have proven a theory, but have many more questions.”

“Have you gone deaf?! I am talking to you!” Rainbow Dash yelled, as she landed in front of Bentgrass. “Why are you not arresting him? Isn’t he the Ghost Rider?” Bentgrass just grinned at Rainbow Dash, before turning to walk down the dirt path back towards town.

“It was nice meeting both of you. I hope we have a chance to meet again.”

--

“What kind of moron are you?” Mac shouted, as he slammed his hoof into the pond water in front of him. “Making a damn pentagram like that? Are ya tryin ta get me caught?!” Mac paced around the small pond, anger and frustration not letting him sit still.

He had been able to leave the farm early, skipping supper that night for this conference with the Rider. The sun still hung in the sky, allowing Mac to keep control of his body before the Rider took over.

What are you complaining about? He didn’t arrest you, did he? He didn’t even tell anypony who you truly are.

“We got lucky, ya stupid bastard,” Mac growled, looking into the pound’s clear water, seeing the Rider’s face. “Another pony would have told the world who we were, and we would have put ma family in danger!”

I don’t give a damn about your family! Rider shouted back, They mean nothing to me. As long as we’re bonded, all I care for is tainted souls! It’s your fault for us being here so long. You're farming when you should be hunting! The Rider hissed, the sun lowering in the sky. If you had spent your time hunting the Demon Soul instead of playing homemaker, we would have—

“We would still be here!” Mac shouted, once more pounding the water with an angry hoof. “Ya forget Ah can feel powerful dark souls, too. And since we’ve been here Ah haven't felt a damn thing! Ah think this is yer idea of a prank of some kind, making me come back here.”

You ignorant farmer. Why would I bring you here for a prank? There are no dark souls that can be easily be obtained here. Starving myself is not something I like to do. Mac had to yield to this. It didn’t make sense for the Rider to starve himself just to see Mac suffer. Giving a grunt, Mac turned to the setting sun.

It was just about to disappear over the horizon. Setting right behind the apple trees in the distance, outlining them with the last of its lights and giving them a almost majestic glow. Everything almost seemed right in the world as Celestia’s sun gave the world light for just a bit longer. The golden rays were all but gone as the sunlight turned a deep red; like blood.

That was when it hit.

Mac gave out a scream of pure pain, as it felt like every fiber of his body was being snapped in half. Being stretched and pulled till they snapped, like Mac was strapped onto some kind of torture device. His screams were not alone, for the Rider also gave out a roar of pain, trying to break out of Mac’s body.

“The Blood of the Innocent!” Mac shouted in pain, as flames started to sprout from his body, covering him in that orange flame that he knew all too well.

Upon the ground, forced out by the needs of the wicked! The Rider continued, as the metal horn started to sprout from Mac’s head. Mac fell on to the ground, rolling into the pond. Steam erupted while the water splashed upon his body as he rolled into the water.

It calls out for me to punish the evil! To make them pay for their crimes! They seek… A bust of orange flames engulfed Mac’s body. He now sat on dry land; the water from the lake was blazed to steam before it even touched his body. The flames grew as bright as the sun that had just set, but just as fast as they appeared they disappeared. The pond was gone, leaving only steam, and cooked aquatic creatures.

“Vengeance.” Rider growled, as he stepped out of the now dead pond. Slowly cracking his neck, as the flames kept dancing across his body as he scanned the area around him. Giving a low whistle, he called for his motorcycle. The Blood of the Innocent had been spilt nearby, and he had to save or avenged the victim.

--

“Brae- Braeburn!” Fluttershy cried, cradling the injured cowpony. Blood covered her hooves as tears ran down her face, falling onto Braeburn’s. His face was contorted in pain as he looked onward at the horrible creatures that were circling them.

“Fluttershy, ya... ya gotta run,” he groaned as he tried to push himself up. The two of them had been on their evening stroll through the woods, the same walk they had taken almost every night for the last three years. This night, however, fate did not smile kindly on the lovers. A pack of timberwolves, spooked by some unknown action, had left their usual hunting grounds and found themselves a nice feast of pony flesh.

They had taken them by surprise. Braeburn had tried to fight back, and even took one of the beasts down with a bone-crunching buck to its face, but another had taken a large chunk out of his shoulder, while another still had clawed him, opening deep wounds across his body. The wolves moved back to start circling the pair, seeing them as a easy meal now.

“I- I’m not leaving y-you!” Fluttershy cried, holding him closer. Her mind was blank on what to do; even with all her experience as a vet and having seen such wounds before, she had no idea where to begin, not when the pony she loved so much was on the line.

“Fluttershy, ya need ta get out of here,” Braeburn once more tried to stand to his hooves, but a sickening snap of cartilage sent him back to his belly. “There is no sense fer the two of us ta di—”

“Don’t say it! We will be okay,” she said as calmly as possible, as she looked at the timber wolves around them. Their green eyes were glowing bright in the darkness around them. She could barely make out their outlines as they growled and gave the occasional snarl. It was like she was in a nightmare, but this one was real, and more horrific than any dream she had ever had.

“Run, please Fluttershy… Ah don’t want ya ta die here. Ah love you, run!”

“Not without you!” Fluttershy yelled, as she scooped Braeburn’s shoulders into her hooves and began to flap her wings as hard as she could, but she just wasn’t strong enough to carry her and the added weight of Braeburn. She didn’t want to die, and she didn’t want to live a life without her fiance.

“Run!” Braeburn shouted, trying to pull himself out of Fluttershy’s hooves. Looking up at her, trying to beg her with his eyes he saw a horrifying image

One of the wolves got tired of waiting and lunged at Fluttershy. Its dark wooden body was now plainly visible in the low light. Its green eyes glowing as drool hung from its lips, where those knife like teeth waited to dig into Fluttershy’s flesh.

Braeburn tried to warn her. However the rugged stallion could not say one word of warning to her, and because of him she was going to die.

And like a coward, he closed his eyes tightly, unable to face it. He waited for that horrible scream of pain, the indication that all he loved was gone and that death would be a welcomed thing. He would be with her forever, in peace, and nopony would ever bring them apart again.

Instead of screams or pain like he dreaded, the only sound was that of a high pitch whining of a dog in pain. Opening his eyes, he saw Fluttershy was still with him, but she wasn’t looking at him. Looking over her shoulder, Braeburn was completely stunned at what he saw.

The timber wolf was on its hind legs, whining and whimpering like a small pup. A chain was wrapped around its neck, holding it back like some kind of attack animal. Then the chain was pulled back, pulling the timber wolf deep into the woods, followed by a pained yelp and then a loud crack.

In all of the excitement, Fluttershy’s wings had stopped and she had fallen to the ground. Braeburn, still bleeding, tried his best to hold her, but he was still so weak and losing blood fast. The timber wolves began to growl and snap at the patch of wooded area where one of their pack had been taken.

“You do not know the meanings of the words ‘innocent’ or ‘guilty.’ You simply hunt, looking for prey to feast upon,” a dark voice seemed to echo off the trees around all those gathered. The wolves began to whip around in confusion, gowling at anything that moved slightly. Fluttershy pulled Braeburn into her hooves, fear gripping the two of them.

“I wish not to kill such mindless creatures. You don’t even understand what I say.” An orange flame appeared in the woods, making all eyes concentrate on it. “But attack those ponies again…”

“Celestia be blessed,” Braeburn whispered as Fluttershy gave out a small yelp. Standing in front of them, in all his unholy glory, was the Ghost Rider. His flaming skull illuminating the area, casting long moving shadows in the light of the flames. The wolves backed up slightly, moving together as they growled and snapped at the Rider.

“You will die,” the Rider finished, leaping in front of the pack of predators, standing between them and the couple.

At once the wolves took off, back into the heavily wooded area of the Everfree, their hunger forgotten as they fled from the demon. While ponies may be foolish enough to face the Rider in battle, animals could sense the danger and power that came from him and knew to turn tail and run.

Once the wolves were gone, Ghost Rider turned to the pair behind him, illuminated in his flames. Fluttershy’s face was in a state of shock as she looked up into the Rider’s face. Braeburn could barely lift his head, and his eyes were unfocused. Rider could see how badly injured Braeburn was, a large part of his shoulder was gone and blood was pooling around him and Fluttershy, and it showed no signs of stopping. He would bleed out soon.

The Rider took a step towards them, his hoof stepping into the pool of blood. It was the Blood of the Innocent, this stallion had done no major wrong in his life. The Rider could see into his soul through the contact of blood, as if he were using the Penance Stare on him.

A honest stallion that grew up knowing pains of the world, but only becoming stronger by them. The desire to protect others, even at the cost of his own life was imprinted upon his soul. Great sorrow was also present, the hurt of loss that seemed to had faded some by time but still there. Finally, Rider sensed great love within him. The type of love that would make a pony give up their own life to protect that life.

“Innocent,” the Rider whispered, closing the distance between him and Braeburn. The sound of the Rider’s words seemed to bring Fluttershy out of her shock, and realized how close Ghost Rider had gotten to them.

“No! Leave him alone!” Fluttershy shouted, raising her hoof, and in a blind moment of rage, despair, and passion, the meek pegasus punched the demonic Ghost Rider square in the nose. The blow seemed to have done more harm to Fluttershy than the Rider, for she withdrew her hoof immediately as the Rider hovered over Braeburn as if he were the Angel of Death coming for his soul.

“You soul is innocent, Braeburn Wayside Apple. For that, I will grant you extra time,” the Rider spoke as he opened his mouth wide. The orange flames surrounding his head exploded into a bright blue, and the glow of his blood red eyes intensified tenfold. Suddenly, blue flames spewed from the Rider’s mouth, showering both Braeburn and Fluttershy in flames.

“Wait! What are you doing?!” Fluttershy screamed, as she tried to pull Braeburn away as the flames engulfed them. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the pain to come as she and her love were burned to death by some monster.

The pain never came. In fact, it seemed to have a calming effect, making all of what she had just seen and felt a long forgotten memory. The flames did not burn them, but were just warm as if she were being pulled into a comforting embrace. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw that they were still within the flames, giving everything a blue tint. She looked down at Braeburn and gasped.

The gaping wound on his shoulder was slowly mending. Some of the flesh around it had been restored, while the flame seemed to be cauterizing the rest of it. Braeburn’s face showed no indication of pain, merely a gentle smile.

After a few moments, the Rider stopped breathing the blue flames as the fire around his skull faded back into orange. Cracking his neck slowly, the Rider looked down at the two ponies.

“His wounds are healed,” Rider growled, his voice seeming ragged as he gave a whistle. The roar of the Night Hog soon filled the night silence as it pulled up next to the Rider. As the Rider got on to it, Fluttershy just looked up at him, not sure to fear him or not. He was scary beyond reason, but he had just saved their lives.

“Th-thank you, Mister Rider,” Fluttershy said, in a voice no louder than a whisper. The Rider turned to her, his head cocked slightly. He stared at her for a few more seconds, before giving the engine a rev and sped down the path into the night.

--

High above them, a lone figure flew through the night sky, following the Rider as fast as they could. They had seen the column of fire erupting into the sky, and it did not take a genius to figure out what could have caused such a thing. Armed with a camera and unwavering courage the figure followed the trail of smoke and flame.

That jerk might have gotten off scot free with that stupid agent, but there was no way he was getting away from the Fastest Flyer in all of Equestria.

Rainbow Danger Dash!

Smiling to herself, she flew above the treeline, making sure to keep out of sight as the Rider drove down the dirt path. It did strike her odd that he wasn’t flying, or that he didn’t seem to be going very fast, but that was his loss! She was going to get proof that Wild Blaze was the Ghost Rider! When she did, Bentgrass will have no choice to arrest him and she could secure her place as ‘Coolest Pony Ever’ in the eyes of Little Macky.

She could already picture the look on his face when she took him for another one of her private flying lessons after Wild Blaze was gone. She would be in such a good mood she might even convince Scootaloo to come along. That poor little colt has a massive crush on her, and Scootaloo knew it. Sure, it made the young daredevil uncomfortable, but that just made it more fun. Rainbow would be able to get her to come. Having a private practice, seeing his crush, and maybe even getting ice cream would secure her place as favorite, and make him forget about that jerk!

As she did a mental victory lap, just picturing her favorite nephew not trying to stutter every word as he talked to Scootaloo, she almost missed seeing the Rider take a sharp turn into a small clearing. Turning back to where the Rider was, she quietly as she could landed in a tree, camera at the ready and zoomed in on the Rider.

He had fallen off his bike, and was staggering around a bit as she took the first picture. Luckily, the Rider’s flames made it bright enough that she did not have to use the flash on it. As she took a few more photos, she saw flames around his head become dimmer, and dimmer till they went out like a candle. He slowly stopped moving, freezing in place like a statue.

Before she could question it further, the Rider let out a roar that would make dragons jealous. Flames erupted from his body, engulfing the Rider and some of the surrounding area in flames. Rainbow put her forelegs and wings in front of her to shield herself. It was like opening up an oven and getting blasted by the wave of heat.

As the heat subsided, Rainbow slowly opened her eyes, scanning for the Rider. In the almost full moon’s light and the cloudless night it was easy to see. Standing where the Rider used to be, was Wild Blaze. He was hunched over and gasping for air as the motorcycle drove off into the woods and disappeared.

Rainbow felt her heart beat faster in excitement as she saw Wild Blaze and began to take picture after picture of him. There was no denying it now, he was the Ghost Rider! Wild Blaze was the Ghost Rider and she had caught him! She had done what fancy-schmancy ponies from Canterlot couldn't do in four years! She had caught the Ghost Rider transforming into—

Wait… why are there blond streaks in Wild Blaze’s mane? Rainbow was pulled from her victory when she looked down at Blaze. It was not hard to see the strands of blond in his pure black mane, sticking out like a sore hoof. As she leaned forward, Wild Blaze started to walk out of the clearing, staggering a bit as he did.

What is going on here? She thought, taking to the sky again, staying out of sight as Wild Blaze made his way down the path towards town. She didn’t understand why his mane looked like it was changing color. Was it some kind of effect from being the Rider? She had to know; she had to learn all of the secrets the Rider held.

Before long, Rainbow recognized that they were coming upon Cherry Jubilee’s inn. Blaze was making a beeline for the entrance, as Rainbow flew up higher into the air. She needed to find out which room he was in, and she just couldn't walk in the front door and ask for that. Not only would it give away her cover, but the Rider might come back out and try to take those pictures.

Flying behind the inn, she tried to figure out which one of those rooms could belong to Wild Blaze. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for; it’s not like there would be some flashing neon sign saying ‘Here lives the jerk you’re looking for.’ She had to use her keen detective skills to figure out where Wild Blaze lived. She had read enough Daring Do, right?

All she needed to do was look for clues, evidence that a demonic pony lived in one of the rooms. Maybe scorch marks, the smell of sulfur, the remains of ponies that the Rider had eaten…

Or an open window. There was one window open in the back of the inn, and since there weren’t many travelers in town the odds of Wild Blaze living in that room seemed good to her! He would need a way to get in and out without ponies noticing him, or asking how he got out of his room in the first place.

Flying over to the window, she peeked in on the darkened room. The camera hung around her neck, waiting to be used. As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, a door opened and the lights turned on blinding her for a second. Lowering herself from the window, she began to rub her eyes, trying to get the spots out. She couldn't miss a second of this; she needed to find out everything.

Returning to her peeking height, she looked in on the room trying to find the maroon pony. It did not take long to find him, as he was standing in front of a mirror. The reflection allowed her to see his face, but did not allow him to see her in it.

One of Wild Blaze’s eyes had turned green since the last time she saw him, and more of his mane had turned blond. His fireball cutie mark now seemed to have a burn mark on it. He looked shaken, sweat dripping from his face as he leaned forward. She saw his lips moving, but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Damn it! I knew I should have learned to read lips! Rainbow groaned, as she tried to figure out what he might have said. She wouldn’t have to find out what he said, as a flame appeared on Wild Blaze’s nose and slowly started to move across his face in a giant ring.

It seemed to be burning away a disguise, because the fur around his face had turned bright red instead of maroon. The flame moved slow motion as it burned away what seemed to be a disguise, till finally it burned over his cutie mark and down his tail.

Standing there, right before her eyes, was a dead pony. A pony she had been to the funeral of. A pony she thought she would never be able to see again. She had to be dreaming, she had to be. For standing right there in the small inn room was “Big” Macintosh Apple. Red apple fur, hay blond mane, piercing green eyes, and the cutie mark of a green apple.

At that moment, Rainbow Dash lost all self control as she flew into the room.

“Big Mac!” She shouted, as she wrapped her forelegs around his large neck and pulled him into a tight hug. The startled stallion jumped onto his hind legs almost immediately, his forelegs extending in the air over and over again as he tried to look behind him.

“Rai-Rainbow Dash?!” he shouted, in the very voice that she remembered.

“You’re alive! I can’t believe you're alive!” Rainbow Dash shouted, seeming to have forgotten everything about the Ghost Rider and Wild Blaze in that second. “Celestia’s Flank, you're alive!” she said again, jumping off of him to land right in front of to get a better look at him.

“How did you… when did you….” Mac’s mind had not yet caught up to what had just happened, as Rainbow Dash took in his appearance. He was still as big as ever, with the same freckles and everything!

“I knew you were alive! Somehow you had to be! No pony as tough as you could die in a fire like that! Just image how Applejack and Applebloom are going to react when I tell them! They're going to be so—”

She was cut off, as the air from her lungs were forced out as Mac pushed her not to gently against the wall. His eyes were wide in what could be described between a mix of confusion and rage.

“Yer not gonna tell them anything, understand?” Mac hissed, glaring at her. Those gentle green eyes that Dash remembered were in a blaze of rage.

“Why the hell not?!” Rainbow Dash spat back at him, “They deserve to know you’re still alive! Do you have any idea what they’ve been through?! What we’ve all been through.”

“And do ya know what kind of hell yer gonna put them through if ya tell em’ Ah’m alive?” Mac shot back, “Ah’ve been dead fer five years! Yer not gonna tell em’ anything! Yer gonna forget what ya saw tonight or else—”

“Or else what, bonehead? I know who you are, and there's nothing you can do to make me stay silent. So what are you going to do?”

The two ponies’ eyes were locked in combat. Magenta eyes staring down bright green ones. Both trying to hold their ground in a war of morals. Then, out of what could only be described as divine intervention, something impossible happened.

Neither one knew who started it, nor did they seem to care as their lips met in a fit of passion. Rainbow’s forelegs wrapped around Mac’s neck again, deepening the kiss while Mac’s forelegs wrapped around Rainbow’s hips. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as they moved off the wall. Rainbow’s wings were fully extended, giving small flaps to help guide them to the bed.

When Mac’s hunches ran into the bed, he fell forward onto her, their lips never separating. Rainbow ran her hooves through Mac’s mane, going down his back and against his flank.

As her hoof touched his flank, Mac broke the kiss, looking down at the her. His mind clouded, as the only thing he could think of was this beautiful mare beneath him. The world of darkness he had been surrounded in for years seemed to vanish as he looked down into those magenta eyes.

“Ah- Ah never done anythin’ like this before,” Mac finally said, looking at her. Rainbow’s face turned from pure bliss to confusion. Her head tilting to the side a bit as one eyebrow rose higher than the other. Then, with a smirk so devilish and seductive it would make a call mare jealous, she pushed up on Mac, forcing him onto his back as she sat in his lap.

“Is that so? Well don’t worry big guy. After tonight, you definitely will be alive,” she whispered lowly in his ear before nippling the tip of it. Her lips then met his again, and the passion resumed.

As they kissed, one could see their reflection in the glass of one of the many pictures in the room. Looking at them was the skull of a pony with a metal horn and dark red flame.

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