Blackjack fights a Giant Poisonous Scorpion in Speak

Blackjack and I looked down the tracks at my friend, and in an instant, something long, sharp, and extremely painful embedded itself in the right side of my barrel, just ahead of my hind leg. I screamed as whatever it was dragged me off of the bridge, a burning sensation pulsing into my side. I tried to fly, which managed to dislodge me from whatever had hit me, and I awkwardly cartwheeled through the air and slammed into the dirt canyon below the tracks.

My reunion with the ground hurt only a little less than the excruciating numbness spreading through my belly. I tried to struggle to my hooves and… I couldn’t move. Oh goddesses, I couldn’t move! Ahead of me, a massive albino radscorpion chittered and turned as Blackjack and Glitter leapt into action. Panic set in as I tried to move my limbs, watching helplessly as the pair struck back.

Blackjack teleported right onto the giant scorpion’s back, shouting, “Get her to safety, Glitter Bomb!” Her compact horn lit up as she conjured a blade of pure magic, and used it to slice off the scorpion’s stinger. Then, before she could be thrown off, she teleported once again at the end of the bridge. She dispelled the blade, and lit her horn again, this time sending out a barrage of magical bolts that streaked through the air, impacting the scorpion’s front and bursting a few of its beady red eyes.

Glitter flew down as Blackjack distracted the monster, and lifted me with her magic. I couldn’t even speak to tell her I was paralysed. I really, really wished I’d had the ability to avert my gaze from my impact site as Glitter picked me up. The alarming quantity of red on the ground was massively disturbing my calm. “Fishie, let’s go!” Glitter shouted at Blackjack as the scorpion shrieked in pain.

Blackjack didn’t seem to respond. She didn’t have any weapons or barding, nor did she need them. She was a mare of raw arcane savagery and bloodlust, continuing to use her magic to tear at the scorpion. When it was close, her magic summoned that brilliant blade again, sweeping it through the outstretched claw before flashing away again. Her sole focus the annihilation of her enemy.

I’d never felt so useless in my life. Here I was, bleeding and paralyzed, and being saved by my client. My duster had done nothing to stop the scorpion’s tail, and as Glitter held me in her magic, all I could do was watch as Blackjack carved the scorpion to ribbons. All I could do was just lie there and bleed.

In less than a minute, the albino scorpion seemed to realize that it had picked a fight with prey bent on breaking some fundamental laws of physics. It tried to get away, but now Blackjack went on the offensive. She raced up behind it, slicing off more of its tail. Then a pair of left legs. Then right. And as she fought, I felt it... even from this distance:

Pleasure. Almost identical to what she felt when having marathon sex with Slate. She didn’t finish until the scorpion was a twitching pile of meat. Breathing hard, smoke rising from her horn, she looked up at Glitter Bomb and I, and I remembered what Sandalwood had told me. ‘She’s one of the deadliest mares alive.’ Now I was seeing it for myself. The Reaper that Sandalwood feared so much.

“Glitter Bomb, she’s poisoned and bleeding. She needs to go to the Collegiate right now! Or at least the medic in Chapel. Can you teleport her?” she asked, grinning despite the gravity of my wounds. That spicy cattiness was back as she stared at me. Like she wanted me to know that she’d just saved my life, and that she did so despite me thinking she was wrong for trying to seduce my friend.

Glitter must have nodded. I think she nodded. My memory got fuzzy right around the point that purple magic wrapped around Blackjack, and I got busy trying not to die.