Uncomfortable Saturday One Shot - Sew AKAME FEB 23RD, 2013


                                            >"Thank you, Anonymous, for what you are about to do."

                                            >Luna bows her head to you as you step from the train.

                                            >You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder and stroke her mane.

                                            "Relax, magic isn't precise enough, and there's no way hooves would be able to handle this."

                                            >The night princess nods as you walk with her to the castle.

                                            >She takes you to a secluded room, likely where your task would be carried out.

                                            >Two figures rest in a well lit circle.

                                            >One is Princess Twilight, her new wings twitching as you sit down.

                                            >The other is Princess Celestia, poor, poor Celestia…

                                            >The sun princess had given her all to protect the kingdom from the beasts.

                                            >While she had succeeded, it was at a terrible price.

                                            >Celestia had used up all of her magical reserves, including the parts needed to maintain her body.

                                            >She is dying.

                                            >There is no way to recharge a magic reservoir once it has become so empty… that is where you come in.

                                            >Celestia's reserves would forever remain empty, Twilight's, however, where filled to the brim.

                                            >Immortality?

                                            >There is no such thing, only extensions.

                                            >And Celestia and Luna have been extending their lives for a long, long time.

                                            >"I'll let you begin."

                                            >Luna nods to you and seals the room, leaving you with the two princesses.

                                            >Time to get started.

                                            >You root through your bag and pull out a scalpel, comprised of magic silver, and a flaying knife.

                                            >Pulling you chair towards the purple princess, you lightly pat her face.

                                            "Twilight, hey Twilight!"

                                            >She doesn't respond.

                                            *Slap*

                                            "You're a pretty princess!"

                                            >…

                                            >Nothing.

                                            >Good. The last thing you need is an nearly all powerful being waking up in the middle of your efforts.

                                            >You grab the flaying knife and place it at the base of her left hoof.

                                            >With a quick motion, you slice her dermis from hoof to shoulder.

                                            >There is no blood, the enchanted silver saw to that. Of course, this is just the beginning.

                                            >You repeat the process for all of her limbs before connecting them with a long slit through her torso.

                                            >If anyone were to see Twilight, they would just think she had some shallow cuts right now.

                                            >You dig your fingers into the cut along her torso and begin to pull.

                                            >Twilight's skin does its best to stay attached, but a violent wrenching forces it to yield to you.

                                            *RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP*

                                            >Stands of ichor connect flesh to muscle as you pry the purple princess's skin away.

                                            >You take time to marvel at the pony's anatomy, her toned muscles spasming as cold air laps at their exposed form.

                                            >Twilight now rests on her pelt, as if it were a blanket.

                                            >Now for the head.

                                            >You carefully slice from the base of her neck up to her bottom lip, avoiding her jugular.

                                            >Next, you slice around her horn, separating the skin covering it from her forehead.

                                            >The white protrusion of bone fascinates you as you finish slicing across Twilight's face.

                                            >Her lips and eyelids are removed with her skin, leaving a truly gruesome creature lying on the table.

                                            >An eerie smile shows while her eyes stare at nothing.

                                            >Twilight's rising and falling chest reminds you that you are on a schedule.

                                            >You gently flip the princess onto her stomach.

                                            >Her skin follows and hangs off of her back like a wet towel.

                                            >You slice around the wings before prying the rest of her flesh away.

                                            >Twilight, sans body, hangs limply from you hand.

                                            >You bring her face to yours, feeling the fading warmth.

                                            >God that's good.

                                            >Tossing the fleshy mass across the room, you begin to remove her wings.

                                            >One by one, you pluck her feathers until only the bones themselves remain.

                                            >The flaying knife glides across her wingspan, quickly removing The last patch of purple from Twilight's exterior.

                                            >You turn your attention to the sun princess's sleeping form.

                                            >Bags line her eyes and her breathing sounds forced.

                                            *Slice*

                                            >She does so much for her subjects.

                                            *RIIIIIIIIIIIP*

                                            >If anyp0ny deserves to live, it is her.

                                            >Celestia's skin is far more troublesome than her student's.

                                            >Not only because of her size, but because her natural healing factor is much higher than Twilight's.

                                            >If you do not remove it quickly enough, it will reattach itself to her muscular system and seal shut again.

                                            >A series of quick motions leaves you holding Celestia's twitching hide.

                                            >It writhes around, attempting to find muscle to affix to.

                                            >You guide it to the appropriate target and drape it over Twilight.

                                            *Squelch*

                                            >Upon contact, Celestia's skin contorts and sizes to the small pony.

                                            >Twilight emits a small groan as her muscles welcome their new exterior.

                                            >It's an amazing sight, seeing sentient flesh join with muscle in all the correct places with no effort on your part.

                                            >Once Twilight's wings are covered, they begin to grow feathers.

                                            >White ones, of course, to match her new coat.

                                            >You gently turn Twilight onto her back again, allowing Celestia's pelt to continue melding with the young princess.

                                            >As skin covers Twilights face, Celestia's mane springs to life, its characteristic undulating brought back by Twilight's powerful magic reserve.

                                            >Soon, a small Celestia sleeps where Twilight once was.

                                            >This is only cosmetic, however, and your real task has just begun.

                                            >Holding your scalpel, you slice Celestia's flayed abdomen.

                                            >Her muscles split, revealing her inner workings to you.

                                            >Intestines, liver, stomach, you examine each organ for problems.

                                            >They are perfect.

                                            >You turn to Twilight and silently perform the same motion.

                                            >The enchantment on the scalpel prevents Celestia's skin from healing itself instantly.

                                            >Heat radiates from Twilight's open abdomen, warming your face as you peruse her body.

                                            >Euch! She might be a princess, but Twilight's body doesn't come close to Celestia's perfection!

                                            "This!"

                                            >You seize Twilight's colon and tear it out.

                                            >It stretches, resisting your attempts to remove it completely.

                                            >You sever its connections with your scalpel.

                                            "It's too small!"

                                            >Shit caked with blood drips onto the floor as Twilight's intestines lose muscle control.

                                            >You quickly throw the rotten piece of meat next to Twilight's flawed skin.

                                            "And this!"

                                            >You grip the young princess's liver.

                                            "Too fat!"

                                            >Blood covers your hands as Twilight's liver leaves her body and joins the pile of refuse.

                                            >You notice her breaths becoming labored as you remove more of her organs, so once her digestive tract is gone, you begin to fill the cavity with Celestia's divine parts.

                                            >First is Celestia's stomach.

                                            >Like her skin, Celestia's organs are fast healers, and are much hardier than Twilight's pathetic meat.

                                            >You gently remove Celestia's stomach and move it to her student.

                                            >Attaching it to Twilight's esophagus, the organ fuses to her throat seamlessly.

                                            >You swiftly do the same with Celestia's liver, kidneys, bladder, everything except her intestines.

                                            >Her intestines pulsate in your hands as you move them over to her student.

                                            >You wonder, what has Celestia had to eat recently?

                                            >Bringing the end of the organ above your head, you gently massage along the walls.

                                            >Judging from the loose feeling, you'd say Celestia has been eating mostly fluids.

                                            >Coaxing the bowels to release themselves, you position your mouth under Celestia's glorious colon.

                                            >Gas escapes her intestines as Celestia's runny excrement enters your mouth.

                                            >You greedily swallow the digested remains of her meals, savoring the intoxicating taste.

                                            >A final spasm indicates the unfortunate emptiness, and you give a final gulp.

                                            >The now clean organ worms its way into Twilight's accepting body, joining itself to her sphincter and completing Celestia's digestive tract.

                                            >The small body now breathes easy, but Celestia's shell is having difficulty sustaining itself.

                                            >Fortunately, you have no need to remove Twilight's lungs or brain, some bits needed to remain behind to ease the transition to Celestia's consciousness.

                                            >The only two pieces remained, first of which, was Celestia's heart.

                                            >Twilight's tiny organ beats frantically as you touch it.

                                            >Several cuts with the scalpel severs its connection to her body.

                                            >Still beating, you plop it on a nearby table.

                                            >You hurriedly move to Celestia's old body and remove her heart, Twilight's body would not last very long in its current state.

                                            >Cupping the beating organ, you ease it into Celestia's new chest.

                                            *Thump-Thump*

                                            >*Gasp*

                                            >Celestia's new body gasps as her mighty organ pumps life-giving blood through new veins.

                                            >Only one thing remains.

                                            >The one thing that Celestia had taken time to detail in her letter requesting your service.

                                            >The thing all mares treasured…

                                            >You glance at new Celestia's groin.

                                            >A small, balloon-like organ meets your gaze.

                                            >Twilight's womb.

                                            >Celestia described the process in her letter.

                                            >All living creatures seek to bear offspring, and as long as Twilight retains her uterus, the organ that would continue her bloodline, Celestia could not gain control of her student.

                                            >You grasp the last significant piece of Twilight… and rend it from Celestia's new body.

                                            >The uterine organ twitches in your hand, screaming at you, hating you for denying it the chance to create life.

                                            >You kiss Twilight's cervix before placing her uterus in a cooler.

                                            >It would have the opportunity it craved, oh yes…

                                            >You walk over to the empty husk on the other table and gingerly remove Celestia's womb.

                                            >Unlike Twilight, Celestia's uterus does not spasm.

                                            >It does not pulsate, or twitch, for it knows that it will soon find a new home.

                                            >Like the other organs before, Celestia's womb nestles comfortably into Twilight's nubile body.

                                            >You lean in, unable to resist kissing Celestia's most secret place.

                                            >Her body spasms, hissing at you for defiling her womb.

                                            >You acquiesce and remove yourself from Celestia's abdomen.

                                            >You close up her opening, allowing her flesh to heal.

                                            >Celestia breathes as her eyes flutter open.

                                            >You kneel at the table side.

                                            "Your highness, did the procedure work?"

                                            >Celestia looks at you quizzically.

                                            >"What do you mean Anon?"

                                            >This was still Twilight.

                                            >A sadistic grin crosses your face as you point to the shell on the other table.

                                            >"What is that!?"

                                            >Twilight scampers off the table and falls to the floor.

                                            >"Ow…"

                                            >She stares at her white hooves.

                                            >"W-what?"

                                            >You motion towards a large mirror along the wall.

                                            >Twilight screams when she sees her mentor staring back at her in the reflection.

                                            >"YOU- YOU MONSTER!"

                                            >She turns to you.

                                            >"YOU- YOU- you did well, Anonymous."

                                            >The small p0ny covers her mouth, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

                                            >"Who's there- It's me, Twilight."

                                            >Confusion juxtaposes confidence as the p0ny switches between personalities.

                                            >"Celestia?"

                                            >"Yes, my young student. I was dying, and you saved me."

                                            >"But, why are you inside my head?"

                                            >"Correction, you are inside my head."

                                            >"I- I don't-"

                                            >"Your body, is now mine."

                                            >Celestia trots over to her old body, showing Twilight the missing organs.

                                            >"Your body now houses my organs, and soon, you will be gone."

                                            >"But I thought-"

                                            >"You were such a good student, and you filled your roll nicely."

                                            >"No! This is my body and I-"

                                            >"I already told you, this is my body."

                                            >…

                                            >Silence fills the room.

                                            "Princess?"

                                            >Celestia turns to you and grins.

                                            >"Thank you, Anonymous. I love my new body."

                                            >She looks over her small stature, flexing her wings and legs.

                                            >A spell discharges from her horn, causing a look of excitement to show on the princess's face.

                                            >"Everything is working properly!"

                                            >Celestia beams as she faces you.

                                            >"Now, what is the price for your services? Bits, status, land?"

                                            >You shake your head and hold up the cooler containing Twilight's womb.

                                            "This is all I require, your highness."

                                            >Celestia gives a look of doubt.

                                            >"Are you sure?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >What use have you for money?

                                            >With Twilight's addition, you're so close to completing it…

                                            >Your beautiful, perfect creation.


                                            >Ponyzord.


                                            End