His body is shivering, shaking uncontrollably. Lews stares at the pony striding towards him, her hips swaying side to side, an expression as cold as ice in her eyes. He grits his teeth, claws sinking deep into the soft wood of the cottage. So this is how it'll end, he thinks, thinking of the image of the pink raptor with her long mane of feathers cascading down her back. And I never even told her how I felt. Ulna...
He thinks of her stroking his cheek and her lips pressing against his, soft and warm. But, he thinks, the feeling is too real. His eyes open slowly, looking at the pony before him, her lips locked with his. She pulls away slowly and smiles softly. "I'm not going to hurt you idiot."
"Huh?" he says, not comprehending. He licks his lips, her kiss still lingering on his skin. He clicks his teeth momentarily, trying to find his voice. "I... I..."
"WHAT THE BUCKING HELL DID YOU DO TO MY LIVING ROOM!" a voice booms behind them.
Both turn to look at the blonde pony, with her mouth agape. Her mouth is quivering, eyes wide and bulging, red veins seeming to press forward, her pupils very small.
She sees the murder thinks Lews. How's Ophelia gonna' talk her way out of this one?
The yellow pony stomps her hoof down, loudly pounding the floor twice rapidly. Nostrils flaring she heads towards the pair, her wings flared wide. Rather then fear, the pony seems recklessly angry. She does not even note the blood or hesitate as her hoof comes down on a half of the stallion's parted skull, hoof crushing brain matter and plastering it deeper into the wooden floor. Lews simply stares, mouth agape. Ophelia on the other hand simply smiles, staring nonchalantly at the pink maned pony.
"Now you look here," says the blonde pony in a surprisingly gentle tone. "You..."
"Took care of the bastard scaring your chickens and making a mess of your garden," says Ophelia, looking at one of her hooves while avoiding the pony's gaze.
The pony looks towards the mess on the floor only now noting the gore clinging to her hoof. "That was him?" she says, pointing at the bloody remains on the floor.
"Who did you think it was?" says an obnoxious voice to their right. The rat walks directly towards the pony, smiling. "Yours truly?"
"Actually," says the blonde pegasi, "Yes. Yes I did."
"Hey!" says the rat waving his hands before him. "I just do the eating and laundry here. You do the dirty work."
The pony gives him the stare, one eye squinting up, the other getting large and nods, sighing. "Yes, I suppose you're right."
Her wings fold back up, shoulders slumping. She turns to the remains of the once formerly bold stallion, staring at it with a disdainful look. "He had what was coming to him. I suppose I'd have finished him myself..." She regards the blood on the table and couch and all over the floor. "Look at this mess. It'll take hours!"
Pushing her hooves against one another she cracks her neck. "I'd better get started on cleaning up then!"
"Hey!" says the rat. "Before you go doing that, razor butt here needs to see a doctor."
"Really?" says the pony, fluttering over to him. "What's wrong with him?"
He stands, pushing himself away from Ophelia, fear of both ponies taking hold of him. "Nothing!" he snarls. "I'm lea..."
But his leg soon shakes and gives way, buckling beneath his weight, making him scream out in pain.
"I see," says the blonde pony, rubbing her hoof under her chin. "Let's see here."
"Don't ..." says the raptor, leaning his claws towards her. But these are soon caught by Ophelia, who pulls them back.
"She's the closest thing to a doctor we're going to have here, so you'd better let her take a look."
"What? Why can't I go to a doc... AAAAAAaaaaggghhhhhh!" The sudden sharp pains that rush up his spine make him shriek as the pony presses her hoof down into a gap of flesh that seems oddly empty.
"I see," says the pony. "Looks like it's dislocated. Ophelia, continue holding him, rat, take his tail." The rat does as told, quickly grabbing Lews by the tail, pulling it taught.
"Hey!" he growls. "What are you doing?"
"Wish we had another pony to hold his foot.. ah, yes." Her hoof comes down on his good leg, pressing down on it. "A little awkward, but this is the best we can do."
She lifts his bad leg, shafts of pain lancing up his back. "Wh-what are you..."
Before he can respond with more coherent words the pony twist and with a crunch, pushes inwards. There is a snap followed by a pain so intense that Lews screams horribly, the sound loud enough to make the animals outside shriek with fear. The birds flap wildly, cawing, chickens bawk and a general commotion takes place outside.
The yellow pony ignores it, lightly placing Lews' foot back down and stepping off his other. "There. There," she says, lightly patting his head. "That wasn't so bad was it?"
The sweat is beading on his forehead, heart thumping madly. His leg hurts horribly. And part of it feels numb. He pushes his foot and it slides awkwardly.
"Hmm... I wouldn't advise standing on it for awhile," says the pony. "You should take him to bed Ophelia."
"Wait.. But..." says Lews, when the pony puts her hoof under his chin.
"You should stay quiet about this incident little boy," she says. "We don't want it getting out to the royal guards what we've done. Just think what they'd do to my little farm?"
It isn't her words that make him quiver, it's the look in her eyes. Words said with so little meaning but with a darkness filling that pony's normally bright eyes.
Lews swallows. "Let me go. I - I won't say anything. Please..."
"Where would you go in your state little dragon? Be a dear and let Aunt Fluttershy and Lady Ophelia take care of you, okay?"
"But.."
"Take him to bed Ophelia." The pony looks around at the room. The smell is now thick, the blood pooling around her hooves. "So much blood, and meat... and bone. Packaging and cutting and grinding..." She sighs, shoulders slumping. "Well, I've got work to do."
With these words the pony sidles off, not even glancing back at them.
Ophelia smiles, raising the raptor in both her arms and carrying him to the bed as if his weight were nothing to her at all. She lays him gently on his side, against his good leg and pushes herself against him, her body spooning his, warm thighs wet with anticipation against his back.
"Please..." he says. "Let me go. I swear I..."
Her hoof is over his mouth, voice against his ear. "Sssshhhh... You did good today Lil' Razor. Now... Just rest."
"Bu..."
"Rest." Her word is sharp and to the point. Lews shuts his eyes feeling the pony nuzzle against his neck, legs and arms wrapping around him, pulling him close. Rest does not come easy for the reptile and less so as he hears what sounds like a chainsaw whirring in the other room followed by the sounds of grinding flesh and bone. Flesh and meat splatter, the blood making wet slapping noises as bone cracks.
Lews' teeth clatter, huddling against himself, inadvertently pushing closer against Ophelia. She moans contentedly, a wing spreading and enveloping him like a blanket. It presses tight against his skin, wrapping him in its embrace. Lews' heart beats roughly against his chest, breath coming ragged as he hears the pony against him sigh, the continued whirring of the saw played with the crunching of bone and flesh accompanying the sounds of day as it falls into night.
