It was a beautiful, sunny day, the bronies were munching away on the grass, and the birds chirped happily above them all. At the edge of the field, was a forest, shrouded in a dark mist that seemed to creep its way out of the shadows. A tall figure with the build of a wall appeared out of the mist, shrouded in a dark cloak, his long beard swaying gently in the breeze. He held a small, blunt and rusted butter knife in his left hand, twirling it in anticipation of what was to come.
He walked towards the first of the Bronies, the dark forest mist shrouding his left hand. It looked up and walked up to him, nuzzling his chest. Suddenly, his left arm surged forwards embedding the blunt knife into the Bronies stomach. He pulled on it, spilling pulsating organs onto the ground, causing it to shriek in pain, as it collapsed before him. He pulled the knife away, and then slowly made a small slit behind each ear. Then grabbed them both, with slow efficiency he peeled the Brony's face off, smiling as it shrieked in horror and pain. It tried to move its head, but that made him peel it off fully, with one sharp tug. The Brony then died, it's face quickly sown onto the man's cloak. He headed towards the second of them, out in the open this time where the others could see. He grabbed its hind quarters and pulled back his cloak, revealing himself, he inserted his penis into the Brony's anus, feeling it clench tightly against it.
He leaned over the Brony, hearing it scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure, suddenly he gouged the Brony's stomach open with his knife, and withdrew his penis from its anus. Grabbing the coils of its intestines he wrapped them around his penis and used them in the same manner as he used his hands... for masturbation.