Chapter Eight:
No Use Crying Over Spilled Blood
The punk stallions didn't immediately notice the six fuming mares advancing on them. They were so doped up and out of it that it was amazing they were managing to breathe. They continued to laugh at each others vulgar comments, take swigs of their vodka, and generally just reminisce about all the horrendous X-rated mischief they had committed that day.
"Did'ja hear the way she screamed when I stabbed her there?" A spikey maned colt with a "cutie" mark that looked like a scab said loudly. "She sounded like a fuckin' dyin' cow!" They all roared with laughter.
"She was fine piece of ass though," one with a bloody eyeball marked on his flank said fondly. "Too bad she was dead before I finished!" Even more laughter.
"Ahhhh... life is good for us anarchists," a large one with his mane completely shaved off and a mark of a dagger through a pony's skull sighed blissfully.
The punks all nodded, clanked their bottles together and chugged down more of the liquor. It was at that time that they heard the loud stomping of hooves approaching them. One by one they turned to see a single line of six very colorful young mares advancing on their position. Two unicorns, two pegasi, and two earth ponies, and they looked infuriated.
Twilight was slightly ahead of the others, she was leading them after all. But none of the others lagged behind due to fear. They had clearly heard the horrible things the young punks were saying from all the way across the ware house, and that had only served to enrage them further. They had never faced an enemy quite as sick as these stallions -actually they were young enough to still be considered colts- and they were determined to make what they believed to be their inevitable victory over them extra sweet in some way. They wanted to hurt these punks... badly. There was no way they could handle what Mane Six could dish out.
One by one the punks hopped off the wooden boxes they sat on and trotted a little bit towards the approaching mares. They didn't look the least bit scared or intimidated, even though the the mares were practically baring their teeth in rage. They actually appeared quite amused and excited by this unexpected arrival; maybe a little confused as well, but the excitement in their eyes over-shadowed that particular emotion. In the center of the punks was a large grey stallion with a bushy, unkempt mane and a "grossie mark", as Pinkie Pie had internally dubbed them, of an AK 47 firing a spray of bullets at a happy face. It looked as if it must've taken hours to carve. It would've been quite an achievement if it hadn't been so... wrong.
He smiled sinisterly as the mares drew closer, his gang at his sides.
"Welly welly welly, boys," he said jovially. "Check out these fine pieces of flank steak!"
The gang gave a joyous round of whoops and cat-calls. The Mane Six trotted forward a few feet more before finally coming to a halt, forming a straight line. About twenty feet of space separated them from the psychos. They glared at them angrily, hoping to intimidate them as best they could, Fluttershy not yet resorting to her signature Stare. Their glares had no effect on their foes whatsoever. Instead they continued to make suggestive noises, kissy faces and gross tongue movements at them.
"You know you girls are really making our jobs easier for us," the grey leader said. "Normally we have to drag you in here kicking and screaming before we get to have any fun with you."
"Check out that blue one," a colt with a grossie mark of what was likely his own male member said, pointing at Rainbow Dash. "I know a filly fooler when I see one. I'll bet she eats out these other bitches while they're asleep!"
The gang roared with laughter. Dash's teeth nearly shattered with how tightly she was gritting them. The words "filly fooler" brought back painful memories she had tried so hard to bury for the past many years. All it took were those two words to bring them right back to the surface.
"I want the pink one," a colt that just had a series of about nine tally marks on his flank (most likely his victims) said ravenously. "She looks like a good squealer!"
Pinkie didn't look the least bit scared. In fact, she almost seemed to grin sadistically at her potential raper, as if she were saying "we'll see who the real squealer will be."
The two opposing forces just glared at each other, as if waiting to see who would make the first move. Twilight had no fear in her heart anymore, she was no longer tired or sore, none of the Mane Six were. All their energy had come rushing back to them, ready to aid them with the ugly task at hoof. With a deep breath she took one step forward, staring the grey leader right in the eye.
"We need this warehouse, get out," she hissed.
The punks stared at around at each other, confused. They couldn't have heard her right. Was this bitch giving them an order?
"You wanna say that again, you cunt?" the leader snapped at her.
"We want you out, this is our place now," Twilight replied. "And you'd better watch your mouth, I hate that word. Now get out before this gets ugly."
They stared at her in disbelief. Nopony had ever spoken to them like that before. When they walked down the street they were used to ponies keeping at least a distance of fifteen feet away from them. Ponies would walk out into the middle of the street just to keep out of their way. And now this little mare had the gall to tell them off? It was ludicrous! And what did the punks do when they were challenged right then and there? They laughed uproariously; they slapped each other on their backs; they called Twilight that dreaded word a few more times just to annoy her; and unknowingly... they sealed their fates.
Once their laughing had subsided, the grey leader took a step closer to Twilight. He leaned in towards her and smiled wickedly.
"What if we don't wanna leave?" He asked smarmily.
"Then we'll make ya'll leave," Applejack stepped up.
The scab-marked stallion laughed.
"Holy shit, guys, check out this inbred bitch," he sneered. "What's wrong, babe? Your brother not fucking you hard enough?"
"You'd know a lot about incest, wouldn't you?" Fluttershy came to the aid of her friend. If they hadn't been so angry, they would've been shocked at what the pegasus had said. Never before had she made a remark that was even remotely nasty or cold-hearted.
The bloody eyeball-marked pony stepped up now.
"Oooh, that's real funny," he said sarcastically. "You know what else is funny? The way you're gonna look with my dick in your eye-socket."
"You miserable fucks have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?" Rarity came in, not even flushing a bit at her language.
"Hey hey, a high class bitch," the skull and dagger-marked pony laughed. "I'll do things to you that'll make your vag explode, babe!"
It was becoming more and more obvious that this was not going to end peacefully, and truth be told: the Mane Six could care less by this point. In fact, they were almost too happy to finish these sickos. They continued to glare defiantly back at their tormentors, making it quite plain that they weren't going anywhere, and that they weren't going to let big talk like that intimidate them.
The grey leader lifted a forehoof and pulled back his bushy mane from his forehead to reveal a horn jutting out.
"I guess I'd better hit this place with a sound-proofing spell," he said snarkily. "Wouldn't want anypony coming in here and ruining our fun."
"Oh that won't be necessary," Twilight said calmly. "I already did."
The punks chuckled excitedly, and surprisingly, so did the Mane Six, momentarily throwing their enemies off-kilter.
"You guys are so fucked," Rainbow Dash said quietly.
Finally, the grey leader appeared to have had enough of this foreplay. He turned to the tally marked colt and motioned him to go forwards. The punk, giggling almost foalishly, advanced on Pinkie Pie. In the cleft of his forehoof he held a switch blade.
"I want you to scream real loud for me, 'kay?" He said, barely able to contain himself.
Pinkie made a what she figured to be a pretty accurate assumption that this guy wasn't particularly bright.
"Your grossie mark's bleeding," she said to him.
He looked confused.
"My what?" He asked before turning to examine his own body.
Then, with an almost animalistic growl, Pinkie pounced on him, knocking him onto his back and garnering a yelp of surprise from him. She pinned down his knife wielding hoof with her own. The colt looked up at her in, trying as hard as he could to push her off of him, but this pink pony was surprisingly strong. He flailed his free foreleg helplessly, only to have it pinned down by her other forehoof.
With another frightening, almost dragon-like roar, Pinkie sank her teeth into the frightened punks neck. She bit down on it with all her might and pulled her head back, yanking a large tuft of skin outwards. Tally-mark roared with pain at the feeling of Pinkies razor sharp incisors slicing through his flesh. He could feel blood begin to slowly trickle down his neck. Then, with one last mighty yank, Pinkie ripped a huge chunk of flesh right from his throat. The colt screamed in horror as blood sprayed gratuitously from his wound. The feeling of pain was almost enough to knock him out. He looked up at the crazy pink pony, who was smiling sadistically down at him, her teeth stained red with his blood, and flap of his skin hanging in the corner of her mouth. He tried to beg her to stop, but couldn't get a word out; his vocal cords had been severely damaged in the attack. Pinkie spat the bloody flap of skin with an audible "plegh" sound off to the side and then bit into him again. Tally-mark screamed again, only this time it was gurgled and raspy as blood began to pour out of his mouth. Pinkie managed to get her entire mouth around his neck this time, and she put all her effort into trying to crush it. The colts eyes rolled back into his head, he began to shake and spasm uncontrollably. Only small groans escaped his mouth as he felt his windpipe begin to shatter.
The punks all watched in horror; never before had they seen one of their own reduced to this. Looking up at the six mares, they were shocked further to see that they were not the least bit shocked by what was happening. In fact, they were smiling proudly at their pink friend, as if they were pleased with her barbaric display. They then looked back up to the punks, and the looks they gave them clearly said "your move."
The grey leader aimed his horn at Pinkie and screwed up his face in concentration. Nothing but little harmless sparks flew from the end of it; he clearly had no magical ability whatsoever, at least not in combat.
"Wh-what are you assholes waiting for?" He cried out in fear to his gang. "Help him!"
The skull and dagger colt charged forwards to aid his dying friend. He barely made it a few feet when his body was suddenly seized by some invisible force. He couldn't move an inch no matter hard her tried. Twilight's and Rarity's horns were both glowing, they had trapped him with the same spell. The colt stared at them in horror, knowing full well that he was completely helpless in their grasp. He then felt his hooves leave the cold hard wooden floor, the two unicorns were lifting him about twenty feet into the air, where he hovered helplessly for a few moments.
The skull and dagger colt stared at them pleadingly, his voice was failing him, all he could do was show the fear in his eyes and hope that they would show mercy. But what he saw in these eyes of those two unicorns dispelled any hope of getting his feelings through to them. It wasn't just pure rage he saw in them, but also... glee, like they just couldn't wait to hurt him badly. He began to breathe heavily, small whimpers escaped his mouth
Rarity and Twilight both glanced at each other for a second, and they seemed to telapthically get the same idea. With chilling grins they both turned back their victim, and with their telekinesis they began to slowly pull his fore and hindlegs in opposite directions. Dagger and skull's voice began to rise in a high-pitched wail as his limbs were pulled further and further apart. Sickening crackling noises began to accompany the wails as his bones began to separate from their sockets. After a while a loud pop and the sudden odd angle of his right foreleg indicated full separation. Dagger and Skull screamed like a little filly, he cried out pleadingly:
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE STOP! NO MORE! NO MORE!"
Another loud pop; his lower left leg and been disjointed. He screamed again, blood beginning to spray from his mouth. Soon after went his fore left leg, then his hind right. Now all four of his limbs were dangling limply all around him. Dagger and Skull's screaming was reduced to whimpering and crying, along with inane babble, including a word that sounded somewhat like "mommy."
But Twilight and Rarity weren't through with him yet. With their disturbingly gleeful smiles still intact they each seized a limb and began to telekinetically twist them. They didn't stop until large shards of bone stabbed through his skin, sending fragments flying like shrapnel. The tortured colt was now had mucus and drool pouring out his nose and mouth, mixing in with the blood, which was pouring like rain from his injuries. The other punks were simply rooted to the spot as they watched this. Nothing they had ever done had been quite as brutal as this. And what scared them further... the lavender and ivory unicorns were now laughing joyously at his pain
Finally, though, the two unicorns had had enough "fun" with this loser. With one last burst of concentration, they forced his body to fold in half backwards, a loud snap accompanying it. Skull and dagger felt all feeling leave the lower half of his body, he let out one final gurgle before slipping from consciousness. Twilight and Rarity carelessly tossed his body to the side, then turned back to the other punks, thier expressions once again saying "your move."
The grey leaders legs were buckling underneath him. He turned to look at his tally-marked friend, and saw that the pink pony had just about chewed through his entire neck, a large pile of bloody flesh scraps lay next to them. Off in the dark distance lay the mangled remains of the skull and dagger colt.
There was no denying it now: these six mares were gonna kill them... slowly and painfully. Playtime was over.
"KILL THESE FUCKING BITCHES!" He roared at the remaining punks.
The colt whose grossie mark could lead one to believe his name was Cock Flank or something along those lines charged forwards, the other two remaining right behind him. He went right for Rainbow Dash who, with her quick speed, side-stepped him easily, and before he could regain himself she pounced onto him, slamming him face-first into the hard wood, breaking his nose and knocking some teeth loose.
"I'M INSAAAAAANE, MOTHERFUCKER!" Dash roared right in his ear.
She grabbed his head between her forehooves, lifted it and smashed it down into the wood. She did it again, and again, and again. Cock Flanks nose was completely shattered, and almost every one of his teeth had fallen out. Both his eyes were blackened and swollen to the point where he could no longer see. The crazed pegasus laughed manically as she bashed his head in several more times. The terrified colt could do nothing to stop her.
When the head bashing finally stopped, Cock Flank was so disoriented that he could no longer tell where he was or why he was there. He may very well have had brain damage. The colt then felt a pair of forelegs lifting him forcefully off the ground. Though he couldn't see, he could tell he was being risen several feet in the air.
When Rainbow Dash was hovering fairly close to the ceiling. Ignoring the pain in her wing, she held her victim by the armpits out in front of her. She looked as his mangled and indescribable face and smiled nastily at her handy work. She then pulled him in closer and whispered into his ear:
"At least now you won't have to worry about your looks."
"Nurgth, nughme," was all Cock Flank could manage to say with his ruined mouth.
With a cold-hearted laugh, Dash tossed him up into the air above her. He banged his head on the ceiling and came tumbling back down to her. But instead of catching him, Dash did a well-timed roundhouse kick that collided solidly with the colt. It sent him flying backwards all the way across the factory until he crashed through the windows lining the upper part of the factory. He didn't make it all the way through, though, only his front half got that far. He was impaled on on the jagged glass shards that lined the sil. Cock Flank gurgled and spat up blood for about thirty seconds before going limp.
Meanwhile, the bloody eye-ball flanked colt had just made the biggest, most fatal mistake of his life: he made eye-contact with Fluttershy.
The second their eyes met, Bloody Eye felt a wave of pure and unmitigated fear wash over him; fear at a level he had never before felt. He couldn't explain why, but when he met those blue, seemingly harmless eyes... he saw death. Death, staring right back at him, right then and there. In an instant he was reduced to a snivelling, crying coward. His legs gave way beneath him, and he layed sprawled out in front of the yellow pegasus, looking as though he were prostrating himself before her. He couldn't tear his eyes away; they were permanently glued to hers. He would not stop staring into them until he was dead.
"P-please," was all he could say.
Now Fluttershy knew she could've stopped right there. She had him beaten. The guy was begging, practically groveling for his life... or at least he was trying to. But the same level of rage that had overtaken her friends had overtaken her as well. She grabbed his head between her forehooves and in one swift motion twisted it a full one-hundred and eighty degrees, a loud snap filling the room. She then yanked it upwards and snapped it to the side, internally decapitating him. The shy young pegasus breathed ravenously, proud of her kill.
The scab-marked colt was momentarily distracted by the carnage unfolding around him. When he turned to see what was in front of him, he met the gaze of an orange earth pony, grinning nastily at him.
"C'mon now, c'mon," Applejack goaded him. "C'mon, what'choo got? c'mon!"
Scab Flank stuttered incomprehensibly, as though he were trying to talk his way out of this confrontation. But the expression the earth pony showed contained zero empathy or mercy for him. He had to defend himself.
With a weak battle cry the colt charged forward. In the flash of a second Applejack spun around, exposing her rear to him. With all her might she buck her back legs hard. Her hooves came into contact with what felt like a couple of forelegs. A loud crack filled the room, followed by a wail of pain. Applejack turned back around to see Scab Flank fall face first into the floor, his hindlegs still holding up his rear. His front legs were bent at unusual angles, the snapped bones protruding from the backs of them. He screamed and wailed like a baby.
Applejack smirked at the tormented punk before her. She let him suffer for a few minutes more before casually trotting up to him again. She then turned to expose her rear to him again.
"What's the matter? I ain't buckin' you hard enough?" She joked.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Scab Flank screamed.
With another mighty buck, Applejacks rear hooves collided with the colts head. He flew backwards several feet; his skull had been completely shattered, and his brain was hemorrhaging from the shards of bone that were stabbing it. He was dead before he hit the ground.
The grey leader stood frozen to the spot, his mouth hanging agape. In a matter of minutes, his gang had been massacred. His gang, he he had grown up with on the tough, cruel streets of Manehattens east side, whom he had introduced to this nihilistic lifestyle, whom he had considered his family... were all brutally murdered in faster than he could've imagined.
And now, the six mares were slowly advancing on him.
Pinkie Pie stepped over the body of Tally-mark, his head now hanging on by a thread of skin, his esophagus crushed. Her entire face was red with blood. Rainbow Dash landed right down with the others. The Mane Six formed a half circle, and they slowly trotted towards the terrified grey colt, looks of deranged wickedness on their faces. His legs buckled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered. He looked around the warehouse at the mangled remains of his former gang, and knew that he was seconds away from ending up just like them.
"A-alright," he stuttered. "Alright! Y-you can have the warehouse! It's yours!"
The six mares continued to advance, closing the gap between them and the grey leader. He began to panic hard-core now, his heart felt like it was about ot burst through his chest and plop down onto the floor, where he was convinced that the pink pony would most likely devour it.
"I-I said you can have it! Please j-just stop!" He cried.
They didn't stop. Finally finding the strength in his legs again, the grey leader turned and stumbled away from them. He made for another metal door on the opposite side of the warehouse... but he didn't get far. An invisible force knocked him to the ground and held him down.
"Where do you think you're going?" Came the voice of the lavender unicorn behind him.
He then felt himself being dragged across the floor towards the psychotic mares. He dug his forehooves into the wooden floor, trying to pull away from them, but to no avail. His hooves scraped loudly on the wood, leaving long scratch marks. He was then flipped over on to his back, causing him to be slid across the floor even faster. He saw that the lavender unicorns horn was glowing and that a purple aura of light was encompassing his body. He was trapped in her spell; was she going to rip him apart like she did to Dagger and Skull?
"NO! NO PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE LET ME GO!" The colt cried out, his eyes welling up.
Twililght pulled him right up to hooves of her friends. She pinned him down hard with her magic and stared angrily at him, as did the others. The colt had his forelegs wrapped around his head as if he were shielding himself.
"Look at me," Twilight ordered him. "LOOK AT ME NOW!"
Slowly the grey colt let his forelegs drop away from his face, he reluctantly looked up to see six sets of angry hate-filled eyes glaring down at him. His lip trembled, his voice let out small dog-like whimpers, and tears were now falling from his eyes. He was terrified. Twilight shook her head as she gazed down at the pathetic colt.
"WHAT IS IT ABOUT US, HUH? DO WE LOOK LIKE PUSSIES TO YOU OR SOMETHING?" She shouted down at him.
"N-n-n-no," the colt replied shakily.
"Please be honest, darling! Do we really look weak to you?" Rarity came in, her voice shaking with rage.
"No! No, you don't, honest!" He cried.
"We don't, huh?" Rainbow Dash said. She then reared back and stopped her blood-stained forehooves down hard on his stomach. The grey leader groaned with pain, spluttering and coughing. "THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TREAT US LIKE WE'RE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, HUH? YOU DUMBASS FUCK!"
"DO YA'LL THINK WE GOT TA WHERE WE ARE TODAY BY BEIN' PUSHED AROUND BY THE LIKES O' YOU?" Applejack roared.
"YOU DUMB, STUPID FUCKY WUCKY!" Pinkie Pie shouted at him.
"That was really idiotic of you, wasn't it?" Fluttershy said quietly. "You should've just left when we told you to."
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry!" The colt sobbed. "I-I didn't know! I just didn't know! I-I'll go now, I swear! Please let me leave, please! I'm sorry!"
The six mares laughed nastily at him, their eyes brimming with insanity. The grey colt began to sob harder now, his entire body shook uncontrolably. Rainbow Dash leaned in close to him and spoke quietly into his ear.
"Little too late for that now, buddy. You're not leaving here alive."
And with those words the grey leader cried like an overgrown baby. A puddle of warm yellow liquid formed between his hindlegs. The six mares casually took a step back to avoid it as it expanded.
"Oh dear dear dear. I think the little baby needs a diaper," Rarity cooed mockingly.
"How 'bout ah give 'im one o' these instead?" Applejack said.
She spun around and bucked right at the area between his hinds legs. There was a loud pop the second she made contact, followed by the signature scream of pain.
The colts eyes went wide, his entire stallion-hood had been irreparably destroyed. Nothing but white hot pain engulfed that whole area, it was as if his privates were being held on a stove burner. He wretched as he screamed, vomit spilling from his mouth. He was silenced by a sharp punch right across his face, courtesy of Fluttershy. He then felt himself being forcefully hauled upwards, being forced to stand on his violently shaking hindlegs. Twilight and Applejack stood to his left and right, holding him up with their forelegs. Twilight gave him a violent knee to the gut, causing him to double over. He was pulled back up and given another gut-buster by Applejack, this one considerably harder. He threw up again, this time blood was included.
"Hold him steady," Dash said.
Twilight and Applejack held him upright again. Dash moved in front of him and stood on her hindlegs. She then proceeded to wail on him with everything she had, knocking his head back and forth with every punch and send his bloody dribble flying everywhere.
"YOU DUMB... STUPID... FUCK!" Dash roared, landing a blow with each word.
"Stand back, dear. Let me show you how to really hurt somepony!" Rarity said.
Dash stepped back and allowed the ivory unicorn to have her turn. With a sadistic grin, Rarity lowered her head and drove her horn into his gut. The grey colt screamed louder than ever; the horn had pierced through several vital organs. Rarity, not even caring that her lovely horn was now filthy with blood and guts, laughed like a psycho and twisted her head driving the horn further in.
"STOP, STOP! NO MORE, PLEASE, NO MORE!" The colt screamed.
"Why? Aren't you having fun, darling? Because we certainly are!" Rarity laughed.
The unicorn withdrew her bloody horn from the grey leaders gut, his bodily fluids poured out of the wound like water from a faucet. His voice was nearly gone due to all his screaming. All he could do now was whimper and groan.
Next came Pinkie Pie, who was giggling like a filly as she approached him. Through his blurred vision, the colt could barely make out her sadistic smile... and he freaked out.
"NO! NOT HER! PLEASE NOT HER! DONT LET HER NEAR ME, PLEASE!"
"Aw, what's wrong? You don't like our little Pinkie Pie?" Fluttershy mocked. "Don't be scared, she only bites ponies she doesn't like... oh wait, she doesn't like you. You should be scared then."
Pinkie grabbed his head and twisted it slightly to the side so she was facing his violently twitching ear.
"Mmmmm yummy," she said, licking her bloody lips.
Without wasting a second she clamped her teeth firmly on the ear and yanked it as hard as she could. With a sickening tearing sound, it came right off, sending a jet of blood spraying all over the place. The grey colt could no longer scream, his vocal cords were shredded. Though his mouth was wide open, all that escaped it was a high-pitched squeal.
Pinkie Pie spat the ear into her hoof and examined it for a moment. She then brought it back up to her mouth.
"Hey, can you hear me? Helloooooo?" She said into it.
The mares all laughed gleefully at Pinkie's morbid joke. The pink pony took a bow and tossed the ear aside.
Now it was Fluttershy's turn, and the yellow pegasus immediately hit the grey colt with her stare. For him, this was worse than any of the physical torture he had endured thus far. This pegasus' eyes filled him with more pain and fear than anything else, and the worst part was no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't look away. The world around him melted away as those piercing blue eyes penetrated his very soul like a white hot knife. They took away his hope, his sanity. Now he just wanted to die, he just wanted it to end.
But the six psychotic mares weren't quite done with him yet. Twilight and Applejack let go of him, and he instantly collapsed onto his back. Vaugely aware that he was now free of their grasp, the colt rolled over onto his stomach, now free of that dreaded gaze. Lifting his head a bit, he could barely make out an open door ahead of him, the one the six mares had most likely come in through. Unable to lift himself off the ground, he pulled himself along with his forelegs, leaving a trail of blood as he went. The door edged closer and closer. For one brief moment he thought he could really make it, nopony was pulling him back or holding him. Maybe they'd had their fun with him and were going to let him leave... horribly mutilated and most likely never able to use his male member properly ever again, but at least he was alive, and maybe his battle scars would earn him the respect of more followers.
The Mane Six walked along side him, just watching him crawl with sadistic glee in their eyes.
"C'mon now, almost there," Applejack encouraged mockingly.
"Better hurry before the door closes," Fluttershy urged.
The colt crawled faster, breathing intensifying.
"Go, go, go, go, go," Dash chanted.
It seemed like hours had passed when he was right at the threshold, the cool breeze from outside hitting his blood-stained face. He reached a forehoof through the threshold and attempted to give himself one last big pull. The second he felt the cold dock wood on the other side, the door slammed shut on his leg, breaking it. All the grey pony could do was moan as the pain ripped through his foreleg. All around him he heard the uproarious laughter of the six mares. Looking up he saw that it was the cyan pegasus who had shut the door on him, and she was laughing the hardest.
"Aw, not fast enough, huh?" She taunted.
"Slow-poke, slow-poke, you are a slow-poke," Pinkie sang.
The colt broke down and cried into the floor. Why were they doing this to him? He said he was sorry, he said he would leave, why did they have to torture him like this? For a moment he wondered if the many mares he had raped and murdered felt the same way about him.
Finally, the Mane Six had grown bored of "playing" with this guy; it was time to finish this.
At that moment Twilight noticed a wooden staircase located on the far side of the factory leading up to what appeared to be a wooden balcony and a door that most likely marked an office. Her friends all noticed it too, and it was as if they all had the same crazy idea at once.
Dash pulled the pathetically crying colt out of the door and and dragged him with Pinkie's help towards the stairs, the others following closely behind. Sobbing heavily, the grey former leader made one last effort to beg for his life.
"I-I'm sorry," he mumbled. "P-please have m-mercy! Please!"
"Fresh out, bub," Dash said curtly. "Ya shouldn't have tried us."
"I'm s-sooorrryyy," the colt wailed.
"We heard you the first time," Twilight snapped at him.
"I-I'll never hurt another p-pony again, I s-swear."
"We know you won't," Fluttershy said matter-of-factly. "We're going to make sure of it."
"P-P-please," he begged. "Y-you d-don't have to d-do this."
"We know we don't have to do this, dear," Rarity said. She then leaned in close to him and whispered: "We just want to."
Arriving at the stairs, Dash and Pinkie pushed him forwards and held him down against the steps. Dash pushed his face up against the sharp edge of one of the steps.
"Open your mouth!" She ordered him.
The grey colt pursed his lips together and shook his head rapidly. If his death was an inevitability, he wasn't going to make it easy for them. Rarity, her ladylike demeanor completely gone, slammed her hoof down on his broken leg. The colt groaned in pain, but managed to keep his teeth clenched together. Pinkie, the blood-stained smile returning to her face, jabbed her hoof into his gut and vigorously wriggled it.
"Tickle tickle tickle," she cooed.
It was too much now, the pain in his leg mixed with tickling sensation in his gut caused the grey colts teeth to slowly part, he let out a loud, raspy half-scream half-laugh. Dash immediately took this chance and forced his mouth onto the edge of the step. She pushed him in as far as he would go, making sure his mouth was fastened on tightly enough so that he couldn't pull himself off. She then turned and gave Applejack a nod. The orange earth pony turned her back to him and placed one of her hind-hooves against the back of his head.
"Ah'm sorry it had ta end like this, sugar," she said, then thought for a moment. "Actually... no Ah ain't."
The colt gave one last scream, muffled by the step. Applejack pulled back her leg and bucked with full force. A sound similar to a watermelon exploding filled the room. She felt warm blood and squishy brain matter splatter onto her legs and rear end. She then slowly turned around to see the results. All that remained of the young colts' head was a bloody pulp of flesh, brains, teeth and skull, dripping and dangling all over the step.
The Mane Six just stood there in silence, breathing heavily, almost beast-like. Sweat poured down their faces, mixing with the blood that had been splattered there. Their eyes twitched and their bodies shook with fury. They looked like escapees from and insane asylum, and they remained that way for nearly ten minutes
Twilight gazed around the warehouse at the six dead bodies sprawled out across the warehouse, each one more disfigured than the last, and a slowly creeping feeling of sickness began to rise up in her. It was now that she began to realize what she and her friends had just done, and as she turned to look at the others, she saw that same sickness beginning to show in thier faces. The anger was completely gone, now it was fear, fear and dread. Applejack stared down at the dead grey colt before her, then stumbled away from it as if were some kind of dangerous animal.
"Oh ma'h sweet Celestia, what've Ah done?" She cried hysterically.
"Wh-what've we all done?" Fluttershy whispered, her voice trembling.
"I-I was just so angry!" Rarity stuttered in fear. "I w-wasn't myself! I-I didn't want it to be this way!"
"Holy shit," Twilight muttered, her world becoming dizzy. She raised a hoof to her head and sat down hard. "Holy mother of Luna. Oh fuck me, FUCK ME! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?"
"Wait! Wait, guys, chill out a sec," Dash came in. "We... we didn't do anything wrong!"
"DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG?" Rarity cried. "WE'VE JUST COMMITTED MURDER! TWILIGHT SWORE WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO KILL OR MAIME ANYPONY, BUT NOW WE'VE-"
"IT WAS SELF-DEFENSE!" Dash roared back. "WE ASKED THEM TO LEAVE AND THEY CHOSE TO ATTACK US! WE HAD TO DO WHAT WE DID! THEY HAD TO DIE!"
"No, no they didn't," Fluttershy whimpered. "We could've just gone someplace else; maybe there could've been a place across the river or something. Why didn't we just... just..." the pegasus collapsed to the ground and broke out in a fit of crying. "I-I've never used my stare for anything like that before! I'm a... I'M A MONSTER!"
Pinkie Pie stared down at Fluttershy and patted her gently. She looked just as frightened as the others did, though it was impossible to tell if it was because she was aware of what she had just done, or if it was because seeing her friends this way was upsetting her.
"We're... not gonna get in trouble for this are we?" She asked in a terrified voice.
"No we aren't, Pinks," Dash answered confidently. "Nopony will ever know about this."
Applejack stared at the pegasus in disbelief.
"How the hay can ya say that, Dash?" She snapped. "Those colts are dead! We killed 'em! Ponies are gonna come lookin' fer 'em, 'an when they find out what happened, they'e throw us in the slammer! Maybe even death row considerin' how sick this whole scene looks!"
"AJ, stop it!" Twilight snapped. "You're scaring Pinkie and Fluttershy!"
"I'm already scared," Shy squeaked.
Pinkie Pie's mane had slumped down again and her lip was trembling wildly.
"Ah-Ah'm sorry," Applejack said sincerely. "Truly Ah am. Ah just... ah don' know what came over me! Everythin' that's been happenin' jus'..." she broke off there and began to sob.
Five of the six broke out into a fit of crying now. Pinkie was sobbing into Fluttershy's back, who was still sprawled out on the floor.
"H-he begged for his life! He begged!" The pegasus sobbed.
Rarity and Twilight had embraced, their tears trickled down each others manes and onto their backs. Applejack walked off a few feet away from the others to be on her own for a minute. Her shoulders jutted up and down, signifying her sobs.
It was only Rainbow Dash who remained dry-eyed. She stared around at her friends with genuine concern. She had to snap them out of this funk; there was no way they could plan a robbery in this state. She searched her mind for a moment to think of the right thing to say. Suddenly, something came ot her, something she knew would not only get the others back on their hooves, but was also undeniably true.
"Nopony's gonna come looking for them," she said soundly.
The others slowly turned to look at her, confusion in their swollen red eyes.
"What are you talking about, Dashie?" Pinkie asked.
"Think about it," Dash began. "Do you really think these assholes have any family or significant others who care about them? No, they don't. Ponies like them turn their backs on that kind of stuff. They don't need love care, they just want to sit around complaining about how life sucks for them and then go out ruin or take the lives of anypony who seems happier than them. Trust me, nopony is going to miss these fuckers, nopony is going to send out any search parties for them, They're NOT going to be missed!" Dash paused for a moment, another thought had come to her head. "And besides, you heard what they were saying in here, didn't you? They were murderers and rapists! They were gonna do the same thing to us! Who knows how many they've tortured and killed. We... we did this city a favor by taking them out! We're heroes for Celestia's sake! We ougtha be commended for this! Think of all the young mares out there who can now walk the streets of Manehatten safely 'cause they don't need to worry about punks like them snatching them up and taking them off to do Celestia knows what! We... did a good thing... we really did."
Dash had sounded like she was trying to convince herself much more than she was her friends, but surprisingly they really seemed to calm down and take what she had said into consideration. Slowly but surely their crying began to subside.
"Maybe you're right, Dash," Twilight said after a moment. "Maybe this city really is better off without them, and maybe they did deserve to die." She paused for a second. "But... but did we really have to torture them like that? Why didn't we just... get it over with quickly?"
"Do you think they would have done the same for us?" Dash asked. "No, they wouldn't. They'd have taken their time and drawn it out as long as they could. They were sick, sick fucks, and I feel no regret whatsoever in doing what I did. Maybe I... enjoyed it a little more than I should've, but..."
Everypony went silent again. They thought back to how they had handled the whole situation.
"I think we all took a little too much enjoyment in that," Twilight said quietly.
"Enjoyment?" Rarity cried aghast. "Acted like maniacs, we did! I was... so unladylike! What would Sweetie Belle say if she saw me like this? Covered in blood and filth, surrounded by dead bodies? She's dealt with enough horrors in her life to suddenly find out her sister is a murderer!"
"HEY!" Dash snapped."I thought we made it clear that nopony would ever know about this! You guys cannot afford to start losing it now, not after all we've been through! Yeah, what happened a few moments ago sucked, but it happened, and it's too late to do anything about it! We need to just calm the fuck down and focus on the task at hoof! Twilight, back me up here, I know you understand what I'm saying."
"I... I think I do, Dash," the unicorn responded slowly. "It's true that what happened was unfortunate, but there was no other way to deal with it. We tried to be civil with them, and they chose to harass us. Now we've been through a lot the past few days, there's a lot of anger and sadness that's been building up inside us. It had to be released at some point, it was only inevitable." A comforting notion suddenly came to her. "At least we able to take it out ponies like these. Imagine if we went into the Bank of Equestria feeling as angry as we were."
That statement seemed to hit a cord with the others. Slowly the stress began to fade from their faces.
"Now that would've been a real tragedy," Dash said. "But what happened here... was nothing. Absolutely nothing."
They sat there in silence again, mulling over what they had just done in their heads, and the more they considered Rainbow Dash's words, the more they began to feel that maybe they had something good after all. They thought of all the possible lives they had saved now that they had removed the threat of those punks, they thought of the horrible things that could've been done to them if they hadn't fought back, and more and more they were starting to feel more right about themselves. Pinkie Pie in particular seemed almost completely forget the events that had occurred moments ago, because her mane was poofy again, and a small smile was starting to return to her face.
"So," Rarity said after a while. "What do you propose we do now Twilight?"
The lavender unicorn sighed.
"First," she began. "We should get rid of these bodies before they start to rot and attract flies. The river should do nicely for that, and something tells me we wouldn't be the first ponies to dump dead bodies in there." Pinkie chuckled a bit awkwardly at that. "Then we're gonna back in here, roll out the pad, and just try to sleep this whole thing off. It's been a terrible day for all of us, we just need to relax and get our heads straight. Tomorrow we're gonna start getting this thing planned out. We're gonna pull it off, I know we are. We just need to... forget everything bad that's happened to us and push forward. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get back to our loved ones and forget this whole thing ever happened."
Twilight received a round of nods from her friends, and then they all set off to collect the bodies. Twilight hit the dead grey colt with her telekinesis and carried him off, his body dangling limply in the air, and blood and brain matter dripping abundantly from his crushed head. Twilight knew that they would have to clean all this blood and vomit up at some point, but tonight was not the night to do it, they were all too tired.
Rarity grabbed the dagger and skull colt with her magic and carried him off as well. She kept his body hovering a fair distance away from her own, not wanting him to drip anymore blood onto her, she was gross looking enough as she was.
Pinkie Pie gazed down at her tally-marked victim. In his hoof he still grasped his switch blade tightly. Pinkie gazed at it longingly, that twitchy feeling in her gut, which usually warned her of impending danger, told her that somehow that knife might prove useful in coming days. She yanked it out of his hoof and placed it in her bag, which was still hanging by her flank. She then lifted the body, his head dangling limply by what little skin attached it the rest of his body, and flung him over her back. He was a little heavy, but it was nothing she couldn't handle.
"Damn, Pinkie," came Rainbow Dash's voice as she hovered back down to her, carrying in her forelegs the dead bloody body of the colt she had murdered. It had taken her quite effort to pull him off the shards of glass that he was impaled on. "You really unleashed the beast on that guy."
Pinkie giggled a bit.
"I... sure felt like one," she said quietly.
She then continued onward, her dead body in tow. Rainbow Dash followed, staring a bit apprehensively at the pink pony.
Fluttershy carried her victim in her forelegs. She was unable to look down at him due to his head still twisted around so it was facing her. His eyes were still opened, looking up at her, looking... but not seeing. Shy couldn't bear to look him in the eye again, not after the last look her had given her before she killed him. She would never forget it, it would haunt her forever.
Applejack carried Cock Flank on her back, the jagged bones protruding from his forelegs poking her with each step she took. She was a tough pony, but that feeling was nearly enough to make everything she ate that day come rushing back up. She met the others at the door, where Twilight took a quick peak outside to make sure the coast was clear. She gave a nod, and one by one they filed out, moving quickly to the edge of dock.
It was full dark outside now, the bright lights of the buildings in the distance reflected on the rippling water below, creating an almost laser light like show of sorts. It was cold, unseasonably cold. But then again this was a different part of Equestria, maybe it stayed relatively cool here year round. The light breeze admittedly felt good on the heavily bloodied and perspiring mares, though, so nopony complained of the unusual cold.
They each lined up against the edge of the dock and looked down into the dirty black water. One by one they tossed the corpses into the depths, each one floated on the surface for a few seconds before slowly sinking, sending up a barrage of bubbles.
The Mane Six stared quietly at the murky water, wondering if the bodies were tumbling along with the flow of the river, or if they had gotten stuck on some rocks near the bottom and would remain there forever. It was a disturbing thought, but it was a one they couldn't shake.
Rainbow Dash, still determined to keep her friends' spirits high, turned to Applejack. A somewhat satisfying thought came to her head.
"You know, AJ, I'll bet it was punks like these who set fire to your farm," she told her.
Applejack stared at the pegasus, her heart began to pound wildly.
"Do... do ya think maybe..." she said in disbelief.
"That these were the same ones?" Dash finished for her. "Well, that'd be a long shot... but, I guess ya never know."
One by one the ponies headed back for the warehouse, but Applejack remained rooted to the spot for a moment. She had said the night before that she couldn't bring herself to tell the others what she would do if she caught the punks responsible for her farms demise. Now she knew she would never have to tell them, she had just moments ago demonstrated what she would've done on that poor soul sinking to the bottom of the river. It was a slightly comforting thought, but still, she convinced herself that it would be one hay of a coincidence, and it was likely that the real culprits were still out there somewhere, probably up to more trouble. Still, she could dream, couldn't she?
Back inside the warehouse, the mares located a small, dirty bathroom in one of the far corners. They took turns cleaning themselves off at the decrepit sink inside it. the water pressure was low, and the water itself was a bit cold and a bit discolored, but nopony complained, not even Rarity; there was just too much on her mind for her to be bothered by filthy water, and it did feel good to get that blood off of her.
Once they were all cleaned up, Rarity set out her sleeping pad, enlarged it, and the six mares took their positions on it. They lay there quietly for a while, staring up at the dark ceiling, already missing the stars they had seen the night before. They listened to dull hum of the traffic off in the distance, and the lapping of the water against the dock supports below them. Rainbow Dash, who was lying on the far left side of the pad, rolled over to the left side of her body to let up on her aching right wing; she was starting to wish she hadn't flown at all that day. Once she was comfortable she took a deep, cleansing breath through her nose. Something stank. She sniffed the air a couple more times then opened her eyes. She was facing the puddle of urine that was so graciously left behind by the grey leader. She groaned and rolled back over onto her back. She was just going to have to suffer with the pain in her wing.
"This is so fucked up," she muttered.
"Just go to sleep, Dash," Twilight said from clear across the other side of the pad.
It became silent once again, at least for a little while. Minutes passed when a light, high-pitched sobbing filled the room. Applejack turned to see that Fluttershy, who was next to her, had tears pouring down her cheeks.
"I-I'll never forget the look he gave me," she whimpered quietly.
Applejack extended a hoof towards her friend and gently stroked her foreleg.
"It's alright, hon, it's alright," she cooed. "Ya did what ya had ta do."
Fluttershy's sobbing slowly faded off as the night wore on. Eventually it was only Twilight who laid awake.
She knew they had done what they had to do, that there was no other way. But still. why had she and her friends taken so much pleasure in the torture and murder they had committed. Sure they were all angry, and maybe those colts did deserve what they got, but was that any excuse for enjoying it the way they did? The fact that it hadn't even taken the corrupting influence of a conniving draconequus to drive them to this disturbed her further; they had done it out of their own free will.
Twilight rolled over onto her right side, she was nearly hanging off the edge of the pad. The unicorn noticed a small crack in the wooden floor next to her. Out of curiosity she leaned in towards it and took a peek. She could make out swirling black water, and for a brief second, she could've sworn she saw the pale face of a dead, wide-eyed colt staring back up at her... accusingly. Twilight pulled away from the crack and buried her face into her pillow. That dead, pale face was the last image she had in her mind before falling into another nightmare fuled sleep.
What have we done.
And there ya go. Well... that was a hay of a chapter to write. It took me a little while longer to write than I thought, though. Turns out it's my longest chapter yet. I kinda enjoyed writing it, I gotta admit. Maybe somethings wrong with me. I dunno. Anyway, hope you found it affective.
And thanks for all the support last chapter. Everything's cool now. We're all friends here! Thanks for reading! More soon!