Prologue

The following is a summary of the last coherent examination of subject one-five-nine. The second day of the third month, in the year of our Princesses thirty-one hundred and thirteen.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was warmer than usual that evening. Although, now that I think about it, that might have been the fresh logs on the fireplace. Or maybe it was the cheap booze I could barely afford at Rum Raisin's seedy little tavern. Either way, it was only going to get hotter.

I normally preferred to sit by the bar, but that evening a rather bashful stallion caught my eye. He was sitting at a table in the corner, clumsily trying to hide his ogling me from the time he walked in.

You know me doc. This was just an easy- what? Explain it for the... Why? So the whole of Equestria can know my business? Bah, whatever. It's not like I'll care in another half hour, right? Help my flank. Fine!

I like deflowering stallions. There I said it. You want more? Huh? Huh?! I enjoy it. I can't get enough of them. Taking their first time... it makes me feel like a million bits. That fancy cider they make down in Ponyville? Hah! That's nothing compared to the feeling I get when they give it up to me!

You know... I bet you're still a virgin. Aren't you? C'mon doc, what say we take care of that right here. Nopony will -

[Excerpt amended due to irrelevance]

Tch. You're no fun at all, are you. Fine, fine - keep your horseshoes on. Where was I? Hey! Don't patronize me! I know this is being recorded, you don't have to read it back to me!

(Subject is temporarily uncooperative)

I saw an easy mark. Most stallions I find have these silly notions of keeping themselves 'pure' for their 'certain special somepony', or some other pile of horse apples like that. But this one clearly wasn't a virgin for lack of desire.

My guess was he couldn't put a sentence together in the company of a sexy mare like me. Not even if his mane was on fire and I had the last bucket of water in that whole Luna-forsaken town.

Easy mark. No need for sweet talk. No need for me to liquor him up. Literally all I had to do was sit my pretty little flank down at his table. If ponies could melt from shyness, he would have been all over the floor before I could say a word. But I did so anyway. I knew all I had to do is take him by the hoof and lead him to a room. But I was really enjoying how he squirmed. It was... cute.

It was a rather one-sided conversation. His only replies, as few as they were, consisted of a single word or some kind of gesture or grunt. Just made me want it all the more. Sure, having a stallion wrapped around your hoof like that has its benefits. I wouldn't be paying for my drinks that night for one thing. Might even have convinced him to pay off my whole tab. You know, if he'd actually been... Those eyes...

(Subject is shivering visibly)

(Another dose is being administered)

(Coughing)

Stop calling me subject.

(More coughing)

I'm not a Luna-damned number, I have a name damn-it! My name is- my name... Primrose. Yes, that's it. Doc, I don't know what's in that stuff, but by Celestia's sexy horn I hope you don't give it to ponies that actually have a chance. Cough.

I'm fine. No. Water won't do a dam thing for me. You want to offer me something, get me a hard drink, otherwise go clop yourself. Cough.

Those bastards are too good. I never once suspected a thing. Beats me why there was one in that backwater town of ours in the first place.

What fun I made out of talking to him wore off over the next... oh I don't know, few hours maybe? It was pretty dark outside, I remember that much. Looking back at it, maybe it was him that was getting me liquored up. I suppose he couldn't have known the sort of mare I was.

We stumbled up to one of the rooms on the second level. That bitch Rum was going to hassle me about it, unpaid tab and all, but I was mildly surprised when the colt just tossed a bag of bits on the counter. Shut her up real quick. Guess I was too smashed, or too content at seeing her expression, to realize that little slip of confidence he let show. Bah, it doesn't matter.

The room was small. They all were. Never intended for more than one pony. It was just supposed to be a place to stay the night for travelers and such. Those wooden walls must have let the whole dam tavern know what was going on. I probably wouldn't have cared even if I wasn't drunk off my flank. I was about to get that sweet rush I craved and nothing could stop me.

Now I tend to a bit kinky. So I hopped up- WHAT?

Yes this is important. It won't make SENSE if I didn't tell you this. What's wrong honey, you getting a hard-on? Stow it, I'm not interested anymore.

Fine! Damn you're annoying. My last night and I can't even have a little fun. I bet your unicorn friend over there is having fun writing this.

Missionary! I like to be on my back so I can look into their eyes right as they give it to me. I'll let you figure out that bit of psychology yourself!

So anyway. He's going at it like a jackrabbit straight from the bowels of Celestia's sun, when all of a sudden, and I swear the bitch waited just for that very moment, his chest explodes. Sprayed me good alright. I must have looked like something right out of Everfree forest!

At first I thought he been premature, or something. I was about to yell at the bastard for pulling out, and for ruining my mane among other things, but then I realized he was frozen in the same position.

Well actually, I probably realized that clawed hoof of hers between us first. It was covered in the bastard's... ugh. What do you call it when it's green? Whatever. Point is, bits of him were all over the place. Mostly on me.

He was making... choking sounds. Like he'd swallowed a cow or something. Guess it was just the ichor caught in his throat. Ichor... what a strange word. Are you sure that's a real word? Sounds like somepony started with "ick" and lacked the imagination to add something more interesting.

I couldn't see very much from the lantern on the nightstand. I had set it up so I could see the colt's face, not the room behind him. But even in the deep shadow his body cast I could still see them.

They burned with an unnatural glow. A bluish-green (subject is beginning to shiver again). In those eyes I saw the greatest hate I have ever imagined. No, it was more than that. I don't know what a mare would have had to have gone through to have eyes like that. Even if they weren't glowing.

I think... if they had been focused on me, instead of at that... thing on top of me, my head might've exploded or something. No, I would have been banished to the moon, and THEN my head exploded.

(Long pause. Subject seems unresponsive at first)

I'm okay (subject's shivering has worsened). Yes, I can keep going.

Three.

Five.

None- no wait, one. You've got one pencil levitating. Sure you do, it's right there between your legs. See, I can still belt 'em out. Told you I'm fine.

Piss off.

Do you want me to continue or not?

(Subject's shivering has not subsided)

She pulled her hoof out of the thing in one, swift motion. It was all that had been stopping his body from falling into the space between us. At that point it no longer blocked the light and I got a little better look at the bitch.

Yellow. Her coat was yellow like... butter. You know, that 'Lite' shit they sell with reduced calories. A load of ponyfeathers if you ask me. Tastes like cardboard. At least her mane looked more like cotton candy. Well the color anyway. It was a light pink. Reminds me of the stuff for some reason. Oh yea. My dad used to take me to those fairs over in Canterlot. They sold cotton candy. I always did like the pink one.

Her mane was cut short. Or maybe it was just tucked under that cloak she wore, I don't know. Come to think of it... she may have been in the tavern all evening. Yes. I think there was a cloaked pony in the corner. Guess I was too caught up with my act to bother looking.

It was probably to hide what she wore underneath. If that foreleg of hers was any indication. She was holding it up to her face when I had looked. The moon glinted off something metal on that leg. I figure she was wearing some kind of claw weapon or something. Celestia knows what else she had under there.

A normal pony doesn't have claws... right?

Her tongue was sticking out, like she wanted to lick it. And she was quivering.

No, I am not lying. Her Luna-damned tongue was an inch away from that gleaming metal hoof and I swear she was going to lick the thing clean. Well... no, it turns out she didn't.

I think she finally noticed there was somepony else in the room. I think she gets excited when she kills them, because when she looked at me, that glow it... it was getting fainter. I remember that glow... that bluish-green glow. Those eyes, those eyes, those- Yes?! No, I'm fine! I'm- but those eyes, those eyes, eyes, eyes, glow green, green like the grass, green like the moss, green like an Everfree ghost. Those eyes. So. Very. Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

(Subject is no longer lucid)

The seventeenth day of the fourth month, in the year of our Princesses thirty-one hundred and thirteen.

(All attempts to recover one fifty-nine's mind have failed - Project terminated)