Dear Diary,

Am I dead? Maybe not: I feel like shit…

I was walking the forest. Or rather, a forest. Was it Everfree? I couldn’t tell. Was I back home? It reminded me of the forests where I lived, but I was unable to tell exactly why. It was too dark to make out much, and I was just judging by my gut feeling.

My mind strafed to Twilight and what had happened with Dash. For some reason I couldn’t work myself up over it. I knew I should be angry or fearful, but I wasn’t: I was completely indifferent. Maybe it was all a dream? No, I had thought that once before and it turned out to be wrong. But that raised more questions: Where was I? When did I get stabbed by Dash and how am I not dead yet? And where was Twilight?

Someone stepped on a fallen branch behind me. I spun around, only to be met by a familiar feeling; a blade was pushed into my side. Dash was standing in front of me, looking at me with a mix of pity and… lust? She stepped back, casting her blade to the side and started to fly in a circle around me. Faster and faster she went, until all I could see was a blur of blue with a stripe of her hair in the middle.

I felt myself being pulled up. Dash had come up behind me and taken a hold under my arms, lifting me into the air. She carried me out of the Everfree and I saw we were headed to the lake. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what happened next.

When I opened them I was on the beach, wet and with an aching body. Dash stood over me with her right foot on my chest, pushing me down. She was in the process of removing her top. It was cast in my face.

Her foot left my chest. Shortly after I felt another piece of clothing thrown at me. I didn’t even pull them aside. I just didn’t care anymore. Nothing I did would stop Dash from doing whatever she wanted. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me panic or struggle.

I felt her hands caress my member through my pants before she pulled them off me. Despite the wound, My blood seemed to still be mostly in my body because I got hard just fine. As I felt my dick free in the air, I heard a giggle and felt a tongue running along its length.

Dash’s skirt and panties were pulled aside; she sat on her knees above me, directing my erection to her slit. I could see her smug look as she pushed herself down. She took my hands and placed them on her chest. I was sure I could see crumbs around her mouth in all the rainbow’s colors.

Someone snapped their finger and the entire scene froze. What the hell was going on? Dash dissipated into blue smoke, leaving nothing behind. I felt myself unable to move, and then I saw Luna walking towards me.

“Thank the Maker” was my first thought, until I noticed that she was naked. She climbed on top of me, taking the position Dash had had. She pulled me up into sitting position and buried my face in her chest. She flapped her wings to bounce up and down on my lap. I found my hands wandering, finding her ass and grabbing a hold of it. Right now I just wanted this to continue; it kept the other thoughts away.

Luna stopped and got off me. She smiled before turning her back, getting down on her knees with her face on the ground. Her ass was sticking into the air, waggling a little back and forth to entice me.

No, I said to myself. There was one thing to be forced, but I was not going to do this by choice.

**

I was panting heavily and sweating like crazy when I opened my eyes. “Luna” had turned into “Nightmare Moon” when I rejected her invitation. Looking around me, I assumed I had just dreamed. Or was I still dreaming? I didn’t recognize where I was. The evening sun shone in through a small window high on the wall over the bed.

I was in a bed, under a thin blanket, looking up at a dark brown ceiling. It looked old, but luckily not molded from what I could see. My heart sank in my chest and started to work double-time on pumping the blood when I felt the binds on my wrists and ankles. To the left I could see a plain chair where the clothes Zecora had given me, drenched in blood. So I had been stabbed. And Zecora really was dead. That killed my hope of it just being all a dream.

I had to hold back to keep from vomiting, and I was starting to sweat. The person who had a fucking chance helping Twilight had died to save us. Now I was the only one left to protect her and couldn’t even control the damned amulet. Why couldn’t the fucking thing have let me save Zecora? The voice in the back of my head yelled. It should have let me stop Dash. I should’ve been the one who died saving Twilight, not Zecora.

I stopped and thought about my thoughts for a second. Had I really come to care for her that much? I hadn’t realized it until now. Maybe being put in a life or death situation made things clearer.

Trying to spare my conscience, I forced my mind back to the situation at hand. If I had been stabbed and fallen unconscious, what had happened after that? And how had I come to be here? I could only assume the damned amulet was somehow responsible for my current predicament. What else could’ve saved me? Maybe Twilight? Judging by the fact that I was neither in chains or a changeling pod, she had probably been the one who brought me here. The implication that we were both still alive allowed me to smile a little. Despite all the shit that had befallen me, I could always remind myself of this sliver of silver in the storm clouds. Twilight Sparkle.

“Ah, I see Twilight’s special someone has finally awoken.” a woman’s voice, smug and confident, called by attention from the far end of the room. She had a light blue color to her skin, with dark purple clothes. She wore pants and a loose, V-necked shirt that showed a lot of cleavage under a cloak. It had lighter purple color and dotted with white, grey and grey-blue stars. Her face hidden under the brim of a… I could only say wizard’s hat. It was tall and pointed, with a large brim and a color scheme that matched her cloak. From underneath the brim of the hat I could see her hair; it looked white with a pale blue stripe in it, laid over her right shoulder.

I looked to her with a raised eyebrow as she approached. Was she a Changeling? Was this some attempt to make me lower my guard?

“I take it you’re the one who tied me up here?” I asked in return.

“Indeed. Twilight asked me not to, but even she could not go against the wishes of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” her hat flew off with a flash of multicolored light, revealing her face. She had an attractive face, high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes were large and her eyelashes long. Her purple eyes spoke of understanding and hidden secrets. On her forehead I saw a horn.

Whatever reaction she was expecting, it wasn’t the one she got. “Stop laughing!” She said indignantly. But I couldn’t help it. I tried to suppress it to sniggering but I burst out laughing. It was too much. Was she for real, or was I dreaming again? I saw her face turn bright red and I bit my lip to stop myself. She actually looked kind of adorable when she was embarrassed, and I felt a little guilty for laughing. Finally, when I was able to keep a straight face, I took a deep breath and addressed her in a formal tone.

“Sorry, I’ve just been through a lot of shit recently. You mentioned Twilight: is she alright?”

“You’ll see in time,” Trixie started to walk over to me. Or perhaps strutting was a better word for it; her attitude told me he felt she owned the world. She sat down at my right side, leaning in. I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but she positioned herself in such a way that I got a view straight down her cleavage. She was more buxom than Twilight, but not as much as Pinkie. I tried to keep looking her in the eyes, but a couple of times my eyes short downwards. “What’s the matter? Can’t keep your eyes from wandering?”

It was my turn blush and I looked away. “What do you want?”

Trixie giggled and put a hand on my thigh. “Well… Trixie is curious. Perhaps we should see what makes you so special in the princess’s eyes?”

“I-“ I began a protest, but then I felt her hand right at my member, pushing gently down to cup a feel. Before I had time to voice my objections, Trixie hastily retracted her hand got to her feet. She straightened herself up and said something about not looking like I had a concussion. A moment later Twilight came into the room. She moment she saw I was awake she rushed over to the bed and embraced me in a tight hug. I looked at Trixie over Twilight’s shoulder for a moment, before I closed my eyes. She put her finger before her mouth. Don’t worry, ooh Great and Powerful Trixie, I thought to myself. I couldn’t take you seriously even if I tried, let alone accuse you of trying to seduce me with a straight face.

I smiled when Twilight let go of me, but it disappeared the moment I got to look at her. She had gotten a black eye and there was a thin scar over her nose. Her lower lip looked to have been ripped badly, though it was getting better. She only had her black eye partially open. Over her shoulder I saw bandages on her left wing.

“I-“ Twilight began, tilting her head to the side as she stared at Trixie. “What are you doing here?”

“Checking up on him. I think he just woke.”

“That’s my job,” I thought I heard a hint of jealousy in Twilight’s voice, but it could’ve been my imagination.

“Well, excuse me, Princess, but Trixie is the only magician here now,” Trixie flared up almost immediately. Twilight rushed to the bedside. I felt anger start to burn in my veins when I got a closer look at her; she had a black eye, a bad looking tear in her lip and bandages on her left wing. There was also a cut over her nose that looked like it would leave a scar.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You happened,” Trixie glared at me. Her tone was harsh. “After you killed the guards, you took Rainbow Dash’s knife and stabbed the poor tomboy. You would’ve killed her, if Twilight didn’t try to stop you.”

“What? No! I would never-“ the burning was replaced by a cold that crept from my chest to the rest of my body. The room started to spin a bit and I started gasping for breath. I couldn’t even get a word out and I wanted to crawl into fetal position.

“I told you, it wasn’t his fault!” Twilight turned to glare at Trixie. I was just glad I wasn’t the one on the receiving end.

“He punches you in the face and it is not his fault? I suppose it wasn’t his fault when he broke your wing either?”

“It’s because of that amulet!”

“So we should take it away.”

“No, then he’d die!”

“I stabbed Dash?” What the hell had happened after she stabbed me?

Twilight gave Trixie a warning with her eyes. The blue girl shook her head and left the room. Once she was gone, Twilight sighed and started to untie me. “After… after Zecora… fell, Dash stabbed you. You fell over and I thought you were dead too. Then, just as she turned to deal with me, we were flung across the road. That’s when this happened,” she pointed to her wing and nose. “You were at your feet again. When Dash came at you, you just grabbed her by the throat midflight and slammed her to the ground. She tried to stab you again, but you trapped her hand, turning the blade into her stomach. When you let her go she collapsed and you took the knife to stab her again. I tried to stop you from going further and you punched me. That’s when I realized you weren’t in control.”

“I- I killed Dash?”

“No, that’s when the Royal Guards showed up. You made a lot of noise and light after you got stabbed. After you… dealt… with them, you just kinda fell over. That’s when Trixie appeared and took us here. Dash is in one of the other rooms.”

Once all the binds were off, Twilight embraced me again. “I thought I had lost you again,” she sobbed on my shoulder. “I was so relieved when I saw that your wound had healed. I don’t care it made you hurt me; that amulet saved your life.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, or how to feel. Part of me wanted to vomit. I had lost control and Twilight had paid a price for it. And I had killed more people. The Changelings had used Dash against us and I had nearly killed her too. On the other side, I felt relieved. We were alive, mostly, and Twilight still cared for me.

“How come you two go at each other like cocks in a fight?” I finally asked, thinking about how quickly a few comments had riled them. And about what Trixie seemed to have wanted to, erm, check out before Twilight interrupted.

“Two… what?” Twilight broke the hug and looked at me with a confused look.

“Oh, eh, just something some people do where I’m from. Make cocks fight each other.”

“Why!? That's so cruel!”

“No idea. It’s illegal. Most places anyway. But, seriously, what’s the deal with you two?”

“Trixie is a pompus showoff. Last time she was in Ponyvile I bruised her ego, so she’s got a bit of a chip on her shoulder. And now she blames you for attacking me when it was really my fault,” Twilight rolled her eyes. I nodded for her to continue. She drew her breath and let out another sigh.

“And how is that your fault?” I wasn’t sure I followed her. I was the one couldn’t control the amulet.

“I used that magic to keep you alive. I pushed that power on someone who never had magic. That makes it my responsibility.”

“To save my life. And it is not like you knew this would happen.”

“Doesn’t matter. What does is that because of me someone with no training now has to go around with an amulet that pro…” she stopped for a moment, with a look that told me something had clicked in her mind. “I made the amulet to save you. That was what I wanted- no, needed to do. I think the amulet might be… conscious, in some way.”

“What, like the One Ring?”

“The what?”

“Oh, eh, reference to a very popular fictional work,” I scratched the back of my head. I needed to keep the examples in my head, they just confused things. “You think the amulet has a will of its own?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time. The Alicorn Amulet turns people who wear it more and more cruel, whatever they would want themselves. And even I know next to nothing about Sombra’s magic. I think your amulet will act to save you, regardless of the cost. Because that’s what I did to create it.”

“Well, I- but- how does that work? How would that… thing even know when to act?”

“I don’t know. I’ll think on it some more. Maybe I can come up with a hypothesis sometime. Oh, I know I shouldn’t say this, but this is so exciting! We’re chartering new waters! If it wasn’t for the Changelings, I would have Pinkie throw a party to celebrate it.”

I had to smile. Good, she should find something to distract her, if only for a little while. It was good for her.

**

I woke up alone in the room. Twilight had insisted I get a little more sleep before we decided what to do next. I was tempted to stay in bed, but instead I swung my legs over the side and got to my feet. A couple of minutes later I walked out of the room, dressed the clothes Zecora had made for me. Someone had cleaned them since I woke up the last time. Outside I found a corridor, leading to a staircase going down.

“Hey,” Twilight smiled to me. At the bottom of the stairs I found her and Trixie sitting at a table. It looked to have been a living room of sorts, with a door into another room to my left and the entrance right ahead. The dusk was approaching quickly and soon the trees would hide the sun completely. What struck me as odd was that Trixie and Twilight seemed to be outright friendly to one another, at least in body language.

“How are you feeling?” Trixie asked. Her tone sounded a lot more down to earth.

“I’m fine… all things considered.”

“Good,” Twilight continued. “Look, I’m sorry you had to see us like that earlier.”

“Yes, it was beneath Trixie to act that way. Beneath Twilight too.”

It should be beneath Trixie to speak in the 3rd person, I silently replied in my mind. I smiled. “It’s fine. It happens. Sometimes we’re just so stressed out and worried we take it out on someone who had nothing to do with it. Right?”

“Right,” they nodded in unison. I thought I saw a blush come to their cheeks.

“I better go check on Dash’s wound again,” Twilight said distant mindedly.

“Dash is here?”

“In there,” she pointed to the door I had noticed to my left. “She’s been out for a long time. I’ll let you know when she wakes up.”

As Twilight disappeared, Trixie waved for me to sit down with her. I complied, but barely noticed that she started to talk. My mind was dealing with the issue of how I should feel about Dash being here. I knew all too well that she wasn’t responsible for what she did, yet… Both Rarity and I had broken the control before it got out of hand. Dash had killed Zecora.

“Are you ignoring Trixie?”

“Hmm, what? Oh, sorry, I was… lost in my own little world,” I looked up at the blue girl. She seemed a bit insulted, but that expression soon turned to a devious smile when I mentioned my ‘little world’.

“Oh, do tell. Were you fantasizing what Twilight interrupted earlier?”

“I- no, I was-“

“Don’t worry, Trixie won’t tell.”

“I was thinking about Dash-“

“A threeway with the tomboy? Hmm. Trixie thinks that’s an excellent idea.”

“... You’re not going to accept any answer that is not about fucking, are you?”

“None whatsoever.”

I had to smile, besides the blush that had crept into my cheeks. “Right, then let’s go with me fantasizing about a threeway with you and Twilight instead.”

Trixie smirked and glanced to the door Twilight had gone through, mumbling something I thought sounded unnervingly similar to “now that’s an idea”.

“So, why are you here?” I asked her.

Trixie let out a sigh. “When I heard Twilight was accused of treason, I knew something was wrong. So I decided to find her.”

“You didn’t refer to yourself in the 3rd person that time.”

“Trixie doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Trixie knows that little Princess Goody-Two-Shoes would never do something like that. She thought Celestia had gone mad. Then Twilight told her about the Changelings coming back.”

“I’m not sure if you’re mocking her or believing in her.”

“A little of both.”

“But why do you trust her so readily?”

“Twilight have told you about the Alicorn Amulet, right?”

“She mentioned it.”

“Right, well, I got a hold of the amulet and used it to take revenge on her. Exiled her from Ponyville, separated her from her friends. And I abused my power. I made life hell for the people that lived there and no one was allowed to enter or leave. But when Twilight beat me, she let me go. She still thought we could be friends, even after all that. I could never believe the girl who did that would ever do something like she was accused of.”

I nodded and decided against commenting on her speaking in the first person again. So Twilight had seen firsthand that the Alicorn Amulet had something of a will of its own. Maybe there was something to the idea that my amulet was the same. If only we could figure out a way to control it. I hoped I would never harm Twilight again.

Author's Notes:

Make sure to check out my short stories:
Some days... - http://www.fimfiction.net/story/241360/some-days
[Holiday special] An Outfit for... - http://www.fimfiction.net/story/236246/an-outfit-for
Sunshine, sunshine, ladybugs awake... - http://www.fimfiction.net/story/201946/sunshine-sunshine-ladybugs-awake