The Gate had been left open, and he had slithered past them, watching the apple red horse from afar. Flutter about his amber-hued-ruby red eyes beckoned to him from the shadows. Spiral yellow eyes narrowed as he listened to the candy-coated colt chatter away with the prestigious Ares Goeitia.
Striker’s tail wraps around Blitzo’s midsection, pulling him closer and away from the Goitia pony.
Blitz blinks back in confusion. One moment, he was talking to a flirtatious Stolas who was offering him a bite of apple underneath the apple tree. Next, he was staring into the blazing yellow eyes of a peach-skinned Feral.
Blitzo gulped, taking a step back, listening to his tail rattle.
This was bad. Blitzo was trapped in a corral with a Feral in heat. His Father, The Moxie Pony, had drilled two things into his head. One: You must never go near another pony in heat. They might size you up, and you may not like the outcome. Two: Never mingle with the wild ones: the untamable brutes of the wilderness who enjoy harassing the smaller ones.
Striker was both- a pure hybrid self-sufficient and always on the prowl looking for a Superior mate. Taking what he wanted, regardless of anyone else.
The snake pony hisses evilly, Cornering Blitzo while nuzzling his cutie mark. Forcing Blitz onto his back, his hooves stomping onto tiny bat-wings, keeping Blitzo pinned beneath him. His cowboy hat shades his face as he dips down, nuzzling and nipping at Blitzo’s neck.
Striker has his skull choker in his mouth, dragging Blitz along, making a pleasing chortling sound as Blitzo drags his hooves on the ground.
“Let go! I am not ready for this! “Striker nuzzles his butt before nipping his ear. He uses his nose to push the red-skinned Spindle further into the open. Forcing Blitzo to the ground, he bares his teeth. Nuzzling his nose into Blitzo’s chest.
Blitzo stares up, his hooves half curled into Striker’s red bandanna as he tries to push against his chest. His ruby-red eyes shine as an apple drops onto Striker’s head from above.
The Ares Goeita pony is circling them, his wings gliding in the wind. Striker pushes Blitzo against the wall and hides him from view as he snarls at Stolas for interrupting.
Blitz wiggles out, running through Striker’s legs, but before he can run far, Striker lies on him, his entire body engulfing Blitz, crushing his wings. Striker laughs, swatting Stolas away like a pesky fly with his tail.
Hissing and snarling at the Ares Goeita who was fluttering about, his bright red eyes had a murderous glow to them.
“Go get Moxie and Mamma Millie,” Cries Blitzo as Striker grunts and settles into the dirt, waiting for the blue blood to pass.
The Murderous foal twitched in the sky, afraid if he flew away to find the others, the little red-skinned foal and the lecherous feral would slink away into the night.
“Hurry, Stolas!” Blitz cries, earning another grunt from Striker, the rattler laughing at him from the shade of the tree.
“Yea, run along, sweet prince. By the time you get back, I will have sown my seed deep into this spitfire,”
“And what is that silly little miniature going to do, talk me to death? While going over what’s right and wrong and to ask me- no, no, I prefer it if he begs me out of the goodness of my black heart, to give back this frisky little foal.” Striker hisses.
The Outlaw rolls his eyes, laughing as Blitzo sticks his head out,
“Stolas!” He Screams, trying to escape. Striker just bends his head, nuzzling Blitzo. His tongue licks his face as he nips at his ear. Blitzo makes a disgusted face before burrowing into Striker, trying to get the saliva off his face.
“I can smell your purity Blitz, no one has broken you in. It must be my lucky day that I happen across your sweet-sweet- almost pheromone-like scent.- Blitzy!”
“you may be only a tiny foal right now, but one day you’ll grow into a superior breed, like me,” In the meantime, I’ll keep you tethered to me, and on that day I look forward to the most.
“I wonder what you’ll taste like?” the sounds you’ll make as I mount you for the first time? Hissed the Chaos Pony, while flicking his tongue at Stolas.
“I’ll enjoy listening to the many sounds of your heat, while you beg me to take you and make you mine,”
“I’ve been watching you for a long time, Blitz, longer than I care to admit: your scent is of the wilderness, this coral is no place for ponies like us.” Striker explains.
Stolas did one last sweep in the air before flying away to the stables where Moxie and Millie were last seen. Loony, the wolf-hound, looked up with sleepy eyes as Stolas entered the barn. His eyes burning red, the stables were empty.
Striker stood up so that Blitzo could get a bit of fresh air. The red-skinned pony stood underneath him, flexing his wings. His legs wobbled underneath him. As Striker brushed his face up against Blitzo one last time before running towards an open fence, grabbing a lasso with his teeth, he hooks it around Blitzo’s neck- and tugs.
Blitz reels back as Striker continues to tug, his body scooting across the dirt, looking up, Blitz eyes filled with tears as he no longer saw the Ares Goeita in the sky.
The red Spindle trotted backward hoping to stall for Stolas, his ruby-red wings flapping at his side as he dove for the outsider, snaring a hove into Striker’s face; Striker hissed, snarling obscenity. Throwing Blitz into the side of the barn.
Blitz panted, watching in horror as blood drips out of the corner of the Chaos Pony’s eye.
“Yes… he growls, blinking the bloody tears from his eye, “I’ll definitely take my time in breaking you in, darlin, when I get through with you, you’ll have trouble standing.” Hisses Striker knocking Blitzo onto his back, stomping on his wings, Blitz screams as Striker tears open one and shreds the other with his teeth.
“No more games, Blitzy, no more flying away from me, your grounded little one,” he grunts as Blitz shoves a hove into his chest.
“Let me up, you asshole!” shouts Blitz as Striker leans in, nuzzling his face.
“Not a chance, my little spitfire.”
Blitz cries out as Striker’s fangs sink deep into his neck, his hooves digging into Blitz while he holds the spindle horse in place as he finishes giving him a mark. Blitz tries to rise but is pushed down. The Spindle could feel the blood trickle down his neck, the sharpness of the feral’s teeth. He whimpers as he looks around for Stolas. He winces, as Striker nudges him before taking him by the scruff they were headed out. Blitzo’s head was bowed. His eyes were downcast as they made their way through the ranch.
He was halfway out the coral doors when a bright red horse with a black flowing mane appeared over the horizon, hellfire burning in her eyes. Not far behind was an ivory pony with golden eyes set ablaze while above circled Stolas.
Millie tears down the fields, kicking up fire and brimstone teeth bared; she rams into Striker, knocking Blitzo from his mouth. Who slumps to the ground. Moxie is beside his wife, flanking her while Stolas circled Blitzo.
The tiny foal lay motionless in the scorching sun, his battered wings flap helplessly as Stolas lands. He nudges Blitz, but the colt doesn’t respond.
“Blitzy… Now, come on- stop playing games, Blitzy.” Stolas whines.
Millie tares into Striker’s neck, ripping it open, her hooves claw at his face. Striker laughs through the pain, his teeth stained red with blood. His tail whips, smacking across Millie’s face. He headbutts her- but gets derailed by Moxie, who slams him into the fence.
Striker licks his teeth, tasting Blitzo’s blood and some of his own. Millie staggers to her feet, seeing her husband corner the feral. She looks for her foal. Stolas had dragged Blitzo into the shade of the tree and away from the fighting.
He nuzzles the heart-shaped cutie mark, giving a soft whine when Blitzo doesn’t respond. He gives a sad little helpless look to the mare. Millie’s eyes churn red as she charges over towards where she had last seen Moxie fighting it out with Striker.
They were gone. The fence was broken, with blood smeared across it. Millie looks around, frightened. She tares back down the brimstone, hearing her mate cry out in pain and hissing laughter.
“Millie.”.. Moxie calls, his voice hoarse.
Mildred finds her husband skewered on a broken fence.
“He is after Blitz. You need to go back. Stolas is in danger,” Moxie coughs, coughing up blood.
“Moxie No!…. NO! we can fix this. It doesn’t look too bad,” Mox-baby.“
“Octavia, she can fix this, “sobs Millie.
“Go unless you want your son to be forcibly mated to a Chaos-pony. I’ll be here when you get back, Mills. Our son needs us,” chokes Moxie.
Back in the corral, Stolas had found a dirty blanket underneath an empty basin. He struggled with it before freeing it and heading over towards the red-skinned pony. Pulling the tattered cloth over Blitzo’s prone form, trying his best to keep him warm. He was all-too-aware of how much blood the tiny colt lost and how on earth a slithering feral got into this corral, let alone ranch?.
Stolas nuzzles the colt, hoping to stir him, but Blitz is out cold. He bows his head as tears fall from his eyes. He nuzzles him repeatedly, sighing deeply when Blitzo’s head drops.
“Blitzy, please forgive me for not coming quicker. I shouldn’t have left you; I should have stayed, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened to you, my little impish one.”
The Ares Goeita then tries for that empty basin, breaking the water nasal and overflowing the tin basin; he drags the bay over, splashing Blitzo in the face. He tries to cool down the colt, forcing water into his mouth. But suddenly still upon hearing the distant sound of a rattlesnake.
Stolas springs into action, shielding Blitz from those glowing yellow snake eyes and those blood-stained teeth that are pulled into a grin.
A/N: tell me what you think? Should there be a chapter 2? and what would you like to see happen to Blitzo?
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