>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Be waking up in basement
>You are groggy, and don’t remember what happened, but it’s damp and musty
>Suddenly, you realize that you know this basement
>You’ve been here before
>Oh no
>You know where this is going
>You try to look on the bright side
>This is just a dream, right?
>The familiar pink earth pony comes bouncing into the room
>Oh, Celestia, not again
>”Good basement-time, sleepyhead! Are you ready for tonight’s all-natural-ingredient sourcing party?”
>All your positive thoughts evaporate in expectation of what comes next
>Why do you keep having this dream?
“Please, no!”
>You check, and sure enough, you are restrained in the same metal cuffs as you were the last four times you had this dream
>You are bound to a table, with your legs spread out and your stomach exposed, with little room for you to move
>As usual
>This is a nightmare that you have around once every few months, and it’s easily the low-light of your life right now
>”Sorry, too late for that. Ponies gotta have a good meal! Now, I have these fun ideas for us to try, we’ll see how it goes.”
“Please, I beg you, don’t do this!”
>It’s never worked before, but you try every time anyways
>Another thing that has never worked, trying to escape
>Regardless, you pull on the chains, only to find that they once again hold firm
>”Are you ready for some fun? Sit still or this will hurt way more!”
>She, naturally, says cheerfully
>You know from experience that she’s right, so you sit still as best you can, despite the fear taking over your mind
>You still yourself as she rifles through her shelves full of blades and other implements, rambling about her lack of organization
>You are hyperventilating
>Even in your regular nightmares, you don’t do that
>You pray for Luna to pull you out of this one, even though, once again, that’s never something that happens in this kind of nightmare
>By now, Pinkie has grabbed that ludicrously curved knife she always uses, and has placed it above your stomach
>It’s not long, but it bends back so far that it almost folds in on itself
>Wicked sharp, too
>It is every time
>She plunges it into your belly, above the waist, before sliding it off to the side
>You can’t bear to look, but you can feel the line becoming longer as she pulls the blade across
>Blood begins to flow out, cooling once it leaves your body and is exposed to the dank air
>Your entire lower half feels reverberations of the pain from the deepness of the cut
>It feels realer than any dream you have ever had, except for the last times you had this dream
>Then, she pulls out the knife, and plunges it back in at the edge of her cut, now moving it up towards your ribcage
>The blade slices through fur and flesh, down to the muscle, as it inches its way up
>The agony of this second cut is almost enough to drown out the first, and it similarly bleeds profusely
>You used to struggle to maintain your dignity in these dreams, but by now, you don’t care
>You scream and shake at the torture being inflicted upon you, as loudly as possible, in the hopes that something happens
>But, as usual, nothing does
>You shut your eyes and do every mental trick you know of to try and block out the pain, but it does no good as she makes a third slice just below your ribs
>Your muscles spasm under the stress of the agony
>She stops carving to get another tool
>You take a break from your wailing to hyperventilate, tears in your eyes
>”Let’s cut to the point, hehehahahahaa OOOOOO!”
>She nearly doubles over at her own joke
>“Check out what I got!”
>You can’t look
>Your eyes are shut tightly, and your neck is forcing your head against the table
>Despite this, you can feel her waving her new instrument in front of you
>She spends so much time doing this that you almost start to get used to the gashes in your chest
>”Well, if you’re going to be like that, I’ll just have to put something interesting in it!”
>She walks back to her position at your abdomen and lifts up the flap of skin and muscle that she has cut out
>A whole new kind of hurt floods you as your internal organs are exposed to the open air
>Your various intestines feel like they’re being frozen and boiled at the same time
>They’ve never been this intact when she’s got to this point before
>A wave of nausea hits you, mingling with the multiple kinds of regular pain you’re feeling
>Once again, you begin to scream
>You hate this new feeling
>You wish that you could hurry up and die so that you can get out of this hell
>Pinkie is off muttering something
>Suddenly, something ice-cold directly touches your stomach, before making its way up
>It shoves past your lungs, which sends a new wave of fear through you
>It stops
>It wriggles around inside of you, pushing at your insides and covering your entire torso in hurt
>Pinkie seems to be digging around with it
>Suddenly, something clamps down on something in your chest
>Whatever it is, it is the worst pain you have ever felt
>You can barely hear Pinkie trying to pull it out over your own screaming and the fact that your entire mind is too busy trying to comprehend your own suffering
>And yet, the pain still gets worse, and worse, and worse until suddenly, it ends
>You can’t feel any pain
>You can’t feel anything at all
>Your eyes open on their own and fall to your legs, and you can’t move either
>You can’t even move your head
>Your neck just doesn’t move when you tell it to
>You hear Pinkie walking
>She moves in front of your limp form, with excitement in her eyes
>In her smiling mouth is a pair of engraved, blood-stained metal tongs with something red in them
>Something red, and pulsating
>”See? Now isn’t this just the coolest?”
>Dear Celestia, that’s your heart
>You don’t know
>You just don’t
>Your vision fades to black as you faint
>You open your eyes again in a rush, jolting upright
>You are back in your bed
>Your heart is beating extremely quickly, but it’s in your chest where it’s supposed to be
>You still feel like you’ve been through something horrible, but you aren’t in any pain anymore
>Finally, this nightmare is over
 
“If I look shaken up, that’s why. That… was my night.”
>Your extremely platonic friend, Orange Swirl, just looks at you sympathetically
>In fact, she seems really disturbed by your description
>That’s one reason why you wanted to go to the park today
“Come on, it was just a dream. I’ll get over it eventually.”
>You say, hoping to cheer her up
>Instead, she looks down, paws at the ground, and mumbles something
“Hmm? What did you say?”
>She seems even more offput
>”It’s not just a dream.”
>What is she talking about?
“Why, what could you possibly mean by that?”
>”I’ve had that dream, too.”
>What
>Tears are starting to form in her eyes
>”Last time, she tore my wings off and did a fan dance with them while singing the Batusi”
>WHAT

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Be equally confused and concerned
>Another pony from around town has admitted to having the same nightmares as you and Orange Swirl
>This one was the eighteenth you’ve asked, and the sixteenth who’s had them
>The only exception so far was an elderly couple
>Even the filly you asked has had them, much to your consternation
>Behind you, Orange Swirl is trying to understand the meaning of this
>To your side, some unicorn who was staying in town and had the dream is wondering what next
>After he found out that he wasn’t the only one with the dream, and that it was a town-wide problem, he has started following you two around
>The three of you form a circle
“Alright. Most of the town’s had this dream, multiple times. What do we do?”
>The unicorn (you should probably learn his name) begins
>”Well, I know one thing about dream magic, so I’ll hit up the library. You two will probably want to… I don’t know, go to the mayor about this?”
>Orange Swirl is up next
>”I’ll go around town and tell everypony that there’s a meeting going on at town hall at sunset about these dreams.”
“Alright, I’ll go and put something on the notice board that explains all this. We’ll reconvene in the front of mayor’s office shortly before sunset.”
 
>It is nearly sunset
>You are standing in front of the town hall
>Already, it looks like most of the town has shown up
>This has to be some kind of curse to make everyone here have this nightmare
>Orange and that unicorn are with you on the front-porch-slash-stage
“You ready?”
>You ask
>They nod that they are
>You walk up to the front door and prepare to knock
>Behind you are your friend, a crowd of ponies with the same problem as you, and that unicorn, and they’ve all agreed that you should represent them
>Once you do this, you can’t go back, and that’s kind of scary even though you know that what you’re doing is right
>You’ve never been this important before
>The door opens before you bring your hoof on it
>It’s Mayor Mare
>She looks nervously past you at the massive crowd and asks,
>”Um, is there a problem?”
“Ma’am, this town is plagued by nightmares of a specific variety. We would like you to do something about it.”
>”…Nightmares? Can’t you just ask Princess Luna to deal with it?”
“These are extremely vivid nightmares which Luna does not fix.”
>She looks at you, pondering
>”Alright… Alright. I’ll message Canterlot and ask them to send someone over. Do you have anything that can be done in the meantime?”
>You don’t actually know
>The unicorn steps up
>”Well, these dreams are all focused on Pinkie Pie. We can try having someone sleep really close to her and see if anything changes.”
“That will work?”
>He shrugs
>”Maybe. Nightmare curses have weird rules.”
>The Mayor walks up to you and puts a hoof on your shoulder, while looking at you and Orange
>”It sounds like we have a real problem here, and I want it to be solved as much as the rest of you.”
>”As the first members of the Ponyville Dream Integrity Department, it is up to you two to do it. Your unicorn friend is needed with me, so that the Princesses know what’s going on. Find out what’s happening to the town.”
>You and Orange reply, “Yes Ma’am” and head off to Sugercube Corner
 
>You are sitting in an alley opposite Sugercube Corner with Orange
>You’re now realizing that you’ve been suckered into doing civil work for free
>”She lives here, right?”
“I think so.”
>Now one of you needs to go and sleep over near there, and hopefully, whoever does it has a dream where they are violently and vividly murdered
>Or at least something interesting happens
“So, who’s going to do this?”
>She looks at the building for a second, before saying
>”I guess I will.”
>How convenient
>Especially since it wasn’t you
>She walks up to the bakery and lays down next to it
>The warm night air is actually fairly pleasant, so she seems to relax fairly easily
>You watch for anything of note
>After a few minutes, the unicorn from earlier comes up to you quietly
>”How are things going?”
“Nothing’s happened yet, but she looks asleep to me.”
>”Cool. We’ve sent for some augers and other specialists. They’ll be here tomorrow morning.”
>He looks at the sleeping, tan pony
>”You know, that’s a real nice piece of ass you’ve got yourself.”
“She’s not my marefriend. Besides, it’s a bit big, don’t you think?”
>”An ass that’s too big?”
>He looks at you directly
>“What are you, gay?”
“No, I’ve liked plenty of mare asses. You see…”
 
>An hour and a half later, your conversation has not ended
>You have had your mind opened to just how intricate pony asses can be
>”I’m telling you, you can’t get that good roundness without a certain amount of ass. Look at whatstername… Orange Swirl, for example.”
>He motions in her direction and looks
>He stops
>You follow his eyes to see why
>Sure enough, she’s nowhere to be seen
>You both stand up and walk on over
>You see some scuff marks on the ground
>The unicorn sees them too, and you follow them around to the unlocked front door of the bakery
>”I’m getting help. Look around here.”
>He says, before walking away
>You are now alone, trespassing in the closed store
>The lights are off, and it’s nearly silent
>You sneak around as best you can
>As you move, you feel that a portion of the floorboards is loose
>You can hear something odd coming from underneath
>You paw at it for a while, until your hoof finally gains a grip on something, causing a number of boards to be lifted up
>The noise sounds like… screaming?
>You can barely make out some stairs down
>You descend them, finding yourself face to face with a hallway of foam tubes
>At least, that’s what it feels like as you tentatively brush past them
>It’s pitch-black down here
>As you maneuver, you can hear the noise getting louder
>It’s definitely somepony screaming
>How long is this hallway?
>Eventually, there’s some light
>You see that you’ve been walking through pool noodles suspended from the ceiling
>The screaming is louder now, and clearly coming from somepony in trouble
>Despite that, you can’t convince yourself to move faster
>You begin to hear a second voice
>You can’t make it out, but it sounds kind of like Pinkie
>You finally break through the last of the pool noodles, into a familiar dark, dank basement
>It’s exactly how it is in your nightmares
>Except this time, you’re in a part of the room that you’ve never seen because you couldn’t look far down enough
>There is a pony on the table, and another dancing around in some sort of cloak
>”The Royal Guard called me a felon…”
>”But I said I could kill for some watermelon…”
>The second pony is doing a terrible, squeaky-voiced Zecora impression
>The pony on the table has an odd red coat
>It has clear sections of lines that go in the same direction, and at either end of the lines are white caps
>It also has numerous bulges, and certain sections thicken or thin as the victim struggles
>There is a thin layer of blood covering her and the table, and drops of it hit the floor often
>Upon closer inspection, she has no coat, those are her muscles
>Her real coat is being worn by the second figure in the room
>It’s Orange Swirl’s coat
>THAT’S ORANGE SWIRL ON THE TABLE
>You become unsteady as your legs desperately try to fail you
>In your struggle to stay upright, you fall to the side and begin leaning against one of the walls
>Distracted by the noise, the pony wearing Orange Swirl’s coat turns around to face you
>It’s Pinkie Pie, covered in blood and with stripes of black frosting on her face
>”Hey, you’re not supposed to be here for another few months!”
>She shouts over the cries of Orange Swirl
>You are too shocked to respond
“Wh… wha…”
>“WHAT IN CELESTIA’S NAME IS GOING ON!?”
>You look and see the unicorn with a few friends
>”Hey, wait a second! This is getting out of hand!”
>Pinkie shouts before a scuffle ensues and the group drags her out, leaving a few strangers with you
>You push to stand up, and rush to Orange’s side as best you can
>Her entire body, except for her head and near her hooves, has been skinned
>She seems almost pale from blood loss, and her thrashing has left one of her leg muscles only attached at one end
“Uh, what do I do!?”
>You shout at the others in the room
>They gesture that they don’t know, and back off
>”KILL ME!”
>Orange shouts before continuing to scream in pain
>In a hurry, you reach for the nearest deadly object, that curved knife, that was left on the table
>Grasping it in between your two front hooves, you raise it up over her head and bring it down
>There’s a sickening squelch as the blade cuts through her left eye, deeper and deeper until it hits her brain
>But Orange Swirl is no longer screaming
>Now, she is weakly spasming, and has a vacant look in her remaining eye
>You sit on your haunches
>You are shaking
>You feel cold and emptiness permeating your very being
>One of your best friends is dead, and you killed her
>You aren’t sure whether this is better or worse than the nightmares
>The strangers leave the room entirely, not knowing how to handle this at all
>You don’t know how long it is, but eventually some medical ponies are shown in by the unicorn
>They also don’t know what to do with the now-still form of Orange Swirl
>One puts a blanket on you and leads you out

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Be just waking up
>You are propped up against one of the walls of the town hall, still wrapped in your blanket
>You can hardly believe that last night happened
>Was it another dream?
>The unicorn walks out of the building
“Hey”
>”Oh, you’re awake. Hey.”
>He sits next to you
>He gets himself comfortable
>After a while, he says
>”You know, last night was rough, but you did the right thing.”
>You grunt
>It doesn’t feel like you did, but you don’t know what you were supposed to do
>You still appreciate what he’s trying to say, though
>The two of you sit there, looking off into the sunrise
“You know, I don’t think I ever got your na-“
>”Hold on, what?”
>He says, looking at a figure running up to you
>It’s a tan-coated mare with an orange mane
>You are at a loss for words
>She is panting when she comes up to you
>”Oh, you would not believe what happened last night! It worked!”
>By Celestia and Luna and the entire Royal Family, it’s Orange Swirl
>How is she alive?
>The unicorn has stood up
>”What’s going on?”
>He shouts
>”Something interesting happened!”
>She replies
>”I was having another one of those dreams, where I was being skinned alive by Pinkie, but this time, you two and some others came and pulled her out!”
>She looks at you
>”You even put me out of my misery so that it ended early!”
>You and the unicorn look at each other, and back at her
“Was she using your skin to do a racist caricature of Zecora?”
>She is shocked by this
>”Well… yes! How did you know?”
“Pinkie’s in the police station… with your body.”
>“Wait, WHAT?”
>The unicorn chimes in
>”Yeah, that wasn’t a dream, it really happened. How are you alive? Last I saw you was half an hour ago, you had a knife hoof-deep in your eye.”
>She backs off with uncertainty
>She sputters out
>”But it has to have been a dream! I’m alive! I woke up in my bed ten minutes ago!”
“Yeah, we see that you’re alive!”
>The three of you look around awkwardly for a bit
>Eventually, you break the silence
“We need to tell the mayor about this”
>The other two mutter in agreement
>The unicorn says
>”I can handle it. You should probably go home and take the day off.”
“Haven’t you been awake all night?”
>”I’ll be fine, it’s just a few minutes more. You’re the one who’s really been through something.”
>Well, you won’t complain
>You get up and head home
 
>The rest of the day is spent getting over last night
>The night, is, too
>Mostly, you sit in bed and stare at the ceiling, or sleep
>You do get to catch up on the latest Daring Do novel, which is nice
>By afternoon of the next day, however, you are in much better shape
>It’s good, too, since you get something in the mail
>It’s a letter from Orange Swirl asking you to meet in front of the police station
>You go there, and meet up with her
>She looks awkward and uncomfortable as you approach
“Hey, you wanted to talk to me?”
>”Yeah. First off, about the other night…
>”…I was hoping to find some way to say this without it being weird, but that’s not happening. Thanks for killing me.”
>You shift uncomfortably
“Yeah, that’s really bizarre to think about. I’m just glad that you, uh… survived dying?”
>”I don’t know. Anyways, that’s not why I asked you to be here. They think that I survived because the curved knife is magical, but they don’t know how to test it without killing somepony.”
>You suspect you know where this is going
>You don’t like it
“Alright, why am I here?”
>She seems frustrated at herself, but eventually, she manages to get out
>”I’m going to be that test subject.”
>Your heart skips a beat
“But why!?”
>”I don’t know! It just feels like something I have to do. It’s just important to me in some way. That’s why I had you come over.”
>Wow, she grew a sense of duty over this?
“What am I supposed to do!?”
>”Just… I’ve died in unfamiliar company in those dreams something like six times. Whether I survive this or not, I don’t want to go it alone.”
>You pace around for a little bit
>This is so… wrong, but you can’t figure out any reason why
>Maybe this whole situation is one big error
>She is your friend, though, and someone has to do it
>You suppose that you wouldn’t want to be on your own in that situation either
“I’ll do it.”
>She runs up and hugs you
>”Thank you”
>She says, with tears in her eyes
“No problem.”
>She leads you into the station
>”Hello, we’d like to test the magic knife from my murder case.”
>The policepony behind the desk (up until recently, one of two in the entire town) looks at you two
>He is unsure why anypony, you two most of all, are taking them up on this
>Eventually, he says
>”Uh… Alright. Just remember where the body is so that you can tell us.”
>Before pulling up an evidence box with the curved knife in it
>Swirl picks it up in one of her wings
>The two of you walk back outside
“So, you have anywhere in mind?”
>”I do. Hey, mind holding this? It’s kind of heavy”
“Sure”
 
>You are in the park
>The same park that you were in two days ago, when you learned that other ponies were having the same dreams as you
>It’s quiet save for the leaves in the wind, and there are no others around
>Recent events have left a sour taste in everypony’s mouths, and most have stayed home
>She looks out over a small pond, before saying
>”Shall we begin?”
>You take the knife out of your mouth and put it in your wrist
“I’m ready when you are.”
>She seems a bit embarrassed
>”I’m still a virgin, you know.”
>You suspect you know where this is going
>Again
>This time, you’re not sure how you feel about it yet
>”I know you’re already doing a lot for me but… can you help me out on this, too? Just in case this goes bad?”
“Really?”
>You say in a disappointed tone
>She pauses for a second
>She wiggles her flank at you
>”Come on, you know you want to.”
>You can already feel yourself becoming erect
>You know what, you’ve had an awful time these last few days
>You might as well get something out of it
“Yeah, I want to.”
>She smiles at you before laying down, rear in the air
>Well, here goes nothing
>You move up behind her, maneuvering your dick into her
>It slips in easily with a slight squish
>Inside of her is soft and warm
>It’s actually really nice
>You push your way in, your front hooves straddling her
>You could swear that she squeaks slightly
>You begin to thrust in, and out
>Her insides rub against you, exciting you something fierce
>They excite her too
>You can hear her trying to stay quiet
>She is shaking slightly
 “How you liking it?”
>You struggle to say
>Your motions and the strong feelings and sensations are overwhelming, and it’s becoming hard to think straight
>”Use me!”
>You think you know what she means
“Well, if you insist”
>You thrust harder and harder
>She begins to bounce roughly against you as you go from tapping her to pounding her
>And the noises
>They get downright violent
>Your rougher style is actually even more exciting than you imagined
>Something about the fact that she’s enjoying you using her makes it so much hotter
>You are really liking this
>Hell, you could get used to this
>She’s trying to be quiet, but that’s not what she’s actually doing
>She’s moaning with pleasure
>You pound her even harder and faster
>Your body summons all of its energy to keep you pounding her
>You are losing yourself in the strain and enjoyment of keeping the pace up
>Your dick starts to feel that strange way it does right before you blow your load
>You unknowningly get a better grip on the knife, still held in your wrist
>She jolts up with her front legs, so that her head is just below yours 
>She shouts, “Kill me! Kill me now!”
>You jam the knife into her neck and wrench it out the side
>Blood shoots out in a massive spray across the hill
>Something bestial awakens in you, and you cum better than you even knew you could
>She gurgles and collapses, causing you to spurt into her even harder
>You groan loudly at the sensation
>Juices from her vagina spray out and coat the insides of your rear legs
>The intensity of your orgasm, mixed with the fact that you were still a little out of it, causes you to collapse on the ground once you finish
>The world is a pleasurable haze for a few seconds before you slowly come back to reality
>You are in the park with Orange Swirl
>You are spooning her, with your softening dick still inside of her, cum from both of you flowing out
“That… that was amazing!”
>You say
>You don’t hear a response
>Her right wing, the one not buried under the two of you, unnaturally extends and then folds back up
>Her body is spasming occasionally
>You lean up and look over her
>She’s fucking dead
>There’s a massive hole in her throat that is still leaking copious amounts of blood
>Trails of it snake their way through the grass when they haven’t stained it outright
>What the fuck is wrong with you
>You actually just murdered your friend for sexual thrills
>You look back
>Her eyes are rolled back
>She has a massive grin on her face, even though her mouth is splattered with blood
>So she enjoyed it too
>This is still the most fucked thing imaginable and you hate yourself for doing it
>When you tell everypony what happened, you are going to leave out the part where you were the one who killed her, and you did it while having sex with her
>Yeah, that’s what you’re going to do
>That, and prey to Celestia that she comes back to life again
>Fuck, just… fuck

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>It’s the next day
>Sure enough, Orange Swirl came back to life
>As you and the unicorn are on your way to the town hall to help discuss the next step, she once again runs up to you
>This time, she’s a lot less excited
>”I’m back”
>She says flatly
>She looks directly at you
>She seems as if she now watches your debased relationship with disdain and some fear
>You do too, so you don’t blame her
>The unicorn makes a big show of willingly ignoring the tension
>And blunders into an even more awkward question
>”So how does dying quickly with a friend compare to being tortured to death?” 
>Swirl is taken aback by his directness
>”Wh- H- Can you not be so direct?”
>”No.”
>Swirl digs in
>”Listen, dying is still really, really bad, no matter how you do it. Being so explicit about it is going to make ponies uncomfortable, even if they can actually answer that question!”
>You decide to ignore that she dodged the entire question since your kind of glad she did
>The unicorn relents
>”Alright, point taken.”
>“Good. Now, I was busy or… not around… for all of yesterday. What’s happening?”
>“Well, Pinkie has more or less stated that the dreams weren’t prophetic or anything, they were all real events that were just undone by the magic knife…”
>”She has also said that a lot of her sweets used humors instead of sugar”
>There was a longer version, but you weren’t involved
>Swirl has a question
>”Humors? Like, jokes?”
>”No, bodily humors.”
>Swirl is deflated
>”Oh.”
>”Yeah. As thematic as it would be, Pinkie called them ‘spleen powder’ when she described them…
>”…She probably thinks that ‘excessive epigrammatic humors’ is what it’s called when you kick a stallion in the nuts too hard.”
“What are ‘epigermanic humors’, though?”
>”I have no idea either, but they aren’t a kind of joke.”
“Anyways, there’s a meeting about what to do going on just inside. We were waiting for you to show up.”
>Swirl states
>”How nice of you all”
 
>You are sitting in the town hall
>Much of the rest of the town and the local government are also here
>Conspicuously, the mayor is not, citing “Didn’t get elected in a small town to deal with politically-important serial killers”
>The lead speaker, who’s that unicorn because he’s been taking the initiative this whole time, opens the floor
>”Now that Orange Swirl has returned alive for the second time, it is known that the curved knife really does bring those it kills back to life…”
>”…Where do we go from here?”
>Ponies speak up, raising concerns or making suggestions, as the unicorn moderates it
>The diverse topics include what to do with Pinkie, what this means for the town, and other issues
>You and Orange add very little except looking like you are deeply affected by these events
>You actually were deeply affected, so it’s not hard
>Ponies talk back and forth for hours
>You find it hard to follow, not least because it’s mostly boring legal stuff
>The town’s lawyer and two police take up most of the time arguing what exactly Pinkie’s crime was
>It’s not murder since everypony survived
>It’s not assault since everypony died
>Eventually, a break is called
>There are the best snacks and refreshments that the town can offer on twelve hours’ notice, while its best baker is in jail
>At the buffet tables, there’s hay products like hay fries and hay burgers, and there’s plain fruits and vegetables
>There’s also a large number of pastries from Sugercube Corner, which is what you are drawn to
>Mostly because everypony else is avoiding them
>Also, you’re not going to let thoughts of your own mortality stop you from eating poorly
>Orange Swirl walks up to you as you’re picking out your favorite small cake
>You turn to her
“Oh, I have something petty to ask you.”
>”Something petty, huh?”
“Well, I guess it’s important to us… When you said that death is always bad, no matter how it happens to you, does that include what we did yesterday?”
>She sighs
>”I’ve been trying to answer that question myself ever since I realized that that actually happened.”
“Has an answer jumped out at you?”
>”No. The only thing more horrifying than what I… what we did what we did is the fact that I think we both enjoyed it.”
>You have nothing to say to that
>There’s a brief silence
>The unicorn walks over
>”Hey, how are you liking the sweets?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t tried one yet”
>You pick up a particularly appetizing cupcake
>”You should. The couple who made these, the Cakes I think, did them all overnight. They wanted to apologize for sheltering a serial murderer-or-assaulter for all those years.”
>He picks up a random thing, a cake pop, for himself
>”They’re good ponies. If we all eat some, it will go a long way towards helping them be forgiven for this mess.”
>You appreciate the higher moral reason for eating sweets
>Swirl picks one up, too
>You all take bites of yours
>This cupcake is strange, and not in a good way
>It’s more like sugar-glue on sugar-bread than anything
>They don’t compare to the cupcakes you’ve been having for as long as you can remember
>You can see Swirl grimacing
>She thinks that they’re as wrong as you do
>The unicorn seems perfectly unaffected
>”Eh, they’re alright”
>He says
>Your facial expressions draw in other ponies, who want to see what’s going on
>They start to take baked sweets for themselves
>Cupcakes, mini-cakes, the whole lot
>They share them around to try and show each other how bizarre and nasty they are
>Hushed voices ask what’s wrong with the sweets to make them taste like that
>The unicorn is becoming confused
 
>You are laying on the floor
>Somehow, you have stomach cramps that cover your entire torso
>Half of the hall is out of commission because of those
>The other half is outside, throwing up
>A few unlucky sods didn’t make it all the way out the door before purging
>The entire room is filled with pained groans and worse
>There are a handful of ponies who didn’t eat any of the baked goods hanging around
>You have no idea where Orange Swirl went
>The unicorn is walking around, comparatively unaffected, trying to figure out what’s gone wrong
>”Come on! Those were perfectly fine!”
>Somepony across the room is busy loudly having diarrhea
>The meeting is, for all intents and purposes, adjourned
 
>The next day, most ponies are back
>Now, they’re more annoyed than serious
>”I can’t believe that we’re going to lose cupcakes over this!”
>”This room still smells just like it did at the end of yesterday.”
>”My intestines feel like they’re tied in a knot, which is an improvement.”
>The unicorn takes up position on the stage
>”I don’t understand what’s with you all! That’s what rustic pastries are like.”
>A pony stands up and shouts
>”Including the part where everyone who eats them becomes ill?”
>”Yeah! That’s why pastries are desserts!”
>The room gets into an uproar
>More than one time, you have had Sugarcube Corner pastries as an entire meal
>Once, you even went to a party where that was all anypony ate for six hours
>It suddenly dawns on your that a bunch of the ponies there were probably eating parts of themselves
>You’re still really miffed, though, so you help in the shouting
>The unicorn talks with the law enforcement ponies, who are on stage with him
>One of the town’s policeponies bangs his baton against the wall while shouting
>”Order! Order!”
>Everyone settles down
>The unicorn speaks up
>”Alright. I see that that’s very important to you, and I understand.”
>You don’t know if he’s being sarcastic or not
>”We will agree to reduce Pinkie Pie’s sentence from life imprisonment excepting Element of Harmony duties…”
>”…To life house arrest excepting Element of Harmony duties and employment duties IF…”
>He looks around
>”…And only IF, there are volunteers willing to help with ingredient procurement.”
>He sits back
>His point is made
>Surely, no creature wants to go through that process repeatedly, right?
>You think back to two days ago
>Oh yeah
>Well, Orange Swirl isn’t here, so still
>A hoof raises in the crowd
>The unicorn points to the owner to speak
>”I’ll do it!”
>It’s a mare you don’t know
>The unicorn rolls his eyes
>”I said volunteerS, plural.”
>A number of hooves shoot up
>The unicorn mutters something under his breath and calls them to him
>Five mares and a stallion stand on the stage with the unicorn and other law enforcement notables
>Orange Swirl has entered the room, and sits next to you
>”Did I miss anything?”
“Yeah, but I’ll explain the full version of what happened later”
>”Hmm.”
“Long story short, turns out that cupcakes are really bad if you get them outside of this town”
>“Oh. Ouch.”
“Yeah. Anyways, if you want to be a volunteer for us to keep having Pinkie-style cupcakes, you might have your chance.”
>”Why would I want that?”
“Why would you want what you and I did the other day in the park?”
>She seems annoyed at you for bringing it up, but can’t say anything
>You both go back to watching the proceedings
>The unicorn is really annoyed at the volunteers
>He throws his hooves up
>”Alright, fine! We’ll see if you really mean it!”
>He points at one of the mares
>”You, stay here! Everyone else, this meeting is adjourned”
>Ponies start to get up and leave
>”Cherry, Orange, you two stay here also!”
>You two go up to where he is
>Once all the others have filtered out, you make your way up to the stage
>The only ponies left are you, Orange, the unicorn, and a blue earth pony mare
>The unicorn speaks up
>”Alright, whatsername here thinks that she is willing to be killed repeatedly so that the town has better pastries. I want you two to take her down, give her a round with Pinkie, and see if she still wants that.”
“Hey, why us?”
>”Because I only know two ponies in this town well enough to know they’re dependable, and it’s you two.”
>Man, being involved with things really sucks
 
>You’re in the town jail
>It’s a good thing that nopony’s committed any crimes recently, because the only cell is full
>There’s you and the blue mare, with Pinkie, all in the small room
>Orange and a guard are standing outside
>In case Pinkie gets out of hoof and attacks you, their job is to run in, take her knife, and stab all three of you to death with it so that you come back to life later
>Working around that magic knife is fun
>The unicorn is somewhere nearby, but you don’t know where
>There’s nothing in the room except for a bed
>With some clever maneuverings, Pinkie has managed to secure the mare to the bed
>It did take some partial disassembly, which you helped with, but now her legs are routed through the metal bars at the foot, and are too wide to be pulled back through
>Her left hoof is tied with sheets to those bars, so that she can’t move except to touch herself
>When you questioned how Pinkie thought of all this except on short notice, she gave you some nonsense about “always planning your next party”
>Now, she has her knife, and her subject is strapped down
>You are sitting in the corner
“You are sure about this, right?”
>”Yeah, I’m sure”
>The mare responds
“Alright. Pinkie… do your thing.”
>Pinkie’s squeaky voice responds
>”WITH PLEASURE! Now sit back and watch a master at work!”
>”But where to start… hmm…”
>…
>”HMMM”
>…
>”HMMMMMM!”
>The mare speaks up
>”Uh, the leg that isn’t tied down?”
>“WHY, GREAT IDEA! I WISH I’D THOUGHT OF IT MYSELF!”
>Pinkie shouts, before hooking the curved blade around where the mare’s right foreleg meets her body
>She then jams it in
>The mare screams through gritted teeth, but it looks like her other hoof isn’t trying to stop Pinkie
>Pinkie begins to stab the knife into her shoulder, before wrenching it up and pulling it out
>The mare bleeds profusely at this, but begins to touch herself
>You take that as a sign that she isn’t regretful
>Pinkie stabs in and pulls it out, again and again, in a complete circle
>She sticks the knife into the canyon she’s made and runs it back and forth to clear all the remaining flesh and muscle away
>She speaks over the mare’s screams, saying
>”Now, I’ve learned the hard way…”
>She winks at you
>You look down
>Sure enough, you are more aroused than you realized at this
>”…That, at this stage, you can just pull the leg out of its socket if you do it right.”
>”But that’s boring!”
>Pinkie rears up and twists
>She dramatically falls to the side, with only one leg holding her up
>Her forelegs are bent ahead of her to take the punishment of landing on the limp, outstretched leg of the mare
>The force of her elbow-dropping it is too much for the mare’s shoulder to handle
>There’s a loud pop as the leg becomes completely detached and falls to the floor
>It, and Pinkie on top of it, land in the puddle of blood that has pooled under the bed
>The mare screams even louder, but is masturbating even more furiously
>Pinkie laughs as blood from the mare’s new stump pours onto her
>Your erection is throbbing at this point
>Pinkie looks at you and laughs
>”You look like you need a hoof there!”
>She gets up and throws the bloody, severed leg to you
>”Get to it, I have more work to do!”
>It takes you a second to understand what she meant
>You begin to rub the lifeless leg against your dick
>It’s still warm, and the layer of fresh blood makes it even softer than normal
>It’s far better than your own hoof
>The mare looks like she’s of the same mind
>Although, those spasms could be pain-induced and not pleasure induced
>But there is something spraying out of her marehood
>Pinkie turns back to the mare and says,
>”What’s next?”
>The mare struggles to stop screaming
>It takes a few seconds, but eventually, she is able to say
>”M.. my h… h… hind le-e… eg”
>”Good idea! Let’s put in some legwork!”
>She begins cutting into the mare’s hips, carving out another trench
>The mare shrieks even louder, and impotently waves her bloody stump
>her other hoof is feverishly rubbing herself, however
>Pinkie finishes cutting around the second limb
>Now, blood is dripping off the sides and the foot of the bed
>She goes to the back of the bed, where the mare’s legs are hanging off
>She sticks the entire blade into the ankle for grip
>She then places her hind legs against the bed and pulls, lifting herself entirely off the ground to get more leverage
>The leg flies out with another pop
>Pinkie drops onto the floor with the leg in her hooves
>She picks it up in her mouth and walks back to the side of the bed
>She puts the thinnest part of the leg in the screaming mare’s mouth, muffling her
>”As much as I love this, I can’t STAND all the screaming!”
>She then takes a few seconds to laugh at her own joke
>The mare is bleeding from two missing limbs
>Blood covers the floor
>Although the leg you’re holding has stopped bleeding, blood still covers your dick
>The mare’s screaming begins to quiet down
>Pinkie’s coat is almost entirely red
>You are touching yourself with a severed limb covered in blood
>You are covered in blood
>All of these things merge together in your mind
>Before you know it, you’re cumming
>Spurts of semen launch into the air
>They miss your body, but cover the dismembered leg and mix with the blood on the ground
>It’s not as intense as your day with Orange, but it’s still the second best orgasm you’ve ever had
>It feels so good to be on the other side of this kind of operation
>Once you come down, you realize that the mare has fallen silent
>Blood is no longer coming from the places her limbs used to go
>She isn’t moving at all
>She’s dead
>Her hoof is still as far into her marehood as it will go
>Her dismembered leg is still in her mouth
>”Hey! We’re done!”
>Pinkie calls out
>You suddenly realize that the mare’s missing foreleg is covered in your semen
>Your dick is covered in blood
>A bunch of ponies are about to enter the cell and see this
>Oh shit

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>You have just discovered that there is nowhere convenient to hide an entire severed limb in this cell
>The unicorn steps in with trepidation
>He immediately steps in the puddle of blood that coats the entire floor
>His hesitancy is gone
>”Sweet Celestia, what happened in here!?”
>The blue mare is lying dead on the bed
>Her right foreleg is on the floor, and her right hindleg is in her mouth
>Her left foreleg is reaching into her own snatch, and her left hindleg is wedged in the bedframe
>The bed and the floor, as well as you and Pinkie and much of the walls, are covered in blood
“She enjoyed herself… twice.”
>He starts off shocked, but turns into a grimace
>He tries to put his head in one of his hooves, but stops as soon as he realizes that he’s smearing blood on his face
>”Nnngh… gross…”
>He tries to flick the blood off his hoof and clean off his face
>He just ends up spreading it around annoyedly
>Pinkie bounds up to him, splashing blood on his legs
>”So does this mean I can go now?”
>”Sure! Fine!”
>She begins bounding her way out
>You see that Swirl and the guard are looking in from the other side of the door
>”Oh, I almost forgot!”
>Pinkie kicks the bed and it falls into all its component pieces
>She takes the body and puts it on her back, letting the dismembered leg fall onto the ground
>”You know, this is utterly deranged”
>The unicorn says, trying to look away
>”I can’t hear you, I left the oven on five days ago!”
>Pinkie says as she bounds out of the room with the corpse>The unicorn groans with disgust before turning to you
>”You’re sure that the victim was into it?”
“Yeah, I am.”
>He looks down in thought, but catches sight of something
>It’s a white blob mixed in with the blood
>He follows a trail of them to the severed foreleg
>With his horn, he magically picks it up and looks at it
>He notices that one side has a bunch of the white stuff on it, stuck to the fur
>You desperately try to keep a straight face
>You can feel yourself failing
>”Heavens, I don’t even know what this stuff is”
>He mumbles under his breath before looking to you
>You are very obviously guilty
>Something snaps inside of him
>His magic fails, and it drops to the floor, splashing blood
>He looks at the door, seeing the spectators back off
>Then he turns back to you, a fire in his eyes and a frown on his face
>”WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, DUDE!?”
>”IS EVERYONE IN THIS TOWN A FUCKING PSYCOPATH?”
>”IN THE NAME OF THE MOON, THE SUN, AND THE… HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”
“…I live the life I love and I love the life I live?”
>”AAAAARRGGH!”
>He storms out of the room, trailing bloody hoofprints on top of the ones Pinkie was leaving
>Well, he didn’t kill you
>You look around
>He also didn’t take the magic knife, which is on the bed
>You should probably pick that up
>You stand up and prepare to leave
>As you get your bearings, you notice that there is somehow even blood on the ceiling
>You take in that every surface is covered in blood, that there are two severed limbs on the floor, and that the bed is in pieces and soaked with multiple bodily fluids
>You are glad that you don’t have to clean this room up
 
>You are sitting at home, after cleaning yourself up
>You got some wonderful looks from the townsponies as you walked around splattered in blood
>It’s all good though, since you’re spotless now
>It took forever
>Dried blood is a massive pain to get out of fur
>You’re sitting in your favorite chair, letting the post-bath relaxation take you
>There’s a knock on the door
>You get up and walk over
>It’s Orange Swirl
“Hi. What brings you here?”
>She seems uncomfortable
>”Mind if I come inside?”
“Sure.”
>She enters the living room and sits in your favorite chair
>Damnit
>You sit in your other chair, right next to her
“So, what can I do you for?”
>”Normally, I would make a joke, but…”
>Oh, this is going to be good
>”Remember how I wasn’t sure about whether I liked our… time in the park, or not?”
>Ooooooh, this is going to be good
“Yeah?”
>“Well, I heard what that one mare was doing with Pinkie, and… I want to try again. See if it’s more obvious this time, you know?”
>Cherry’s getting that puss tonight
>Cherry’s getting that puss tonight
“Alright. Um… anything in particular, or same as last time?”
>She gets downright embarrassed
>”I had an idea…”
“Yes?”
>”What if you… cut a hole just below my ribs, and used that?”
>She motions to the center of her belly
>”It might be kind of hot…”
>You smirk
“I think you already know if you enjoy it”
>She sputters
>”I really don’t want to find out I have a fetish for being dead, alright? Now, when should we do this, because I can guess that you’re looking forwards to it!”
>You reach over to the end table and bat around the knife before finally managing to get it in your wrist
>You hold it up triumphantly
“How about right now?”
>She now seems regular confused
>”Why do you have that?”
“Forgot to give it back”
>She stares at it awkwardly
“So… how about right now?”
>”I guess that’s alright?”
>She gets onto the floor, belly up
>She avoids your gaze as you get on top of her
“Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit unhappy.”
>”I was just expecting to have some time to prepare.”
“Hey, there’s no rush.”
>You say, before lowering yourself onto her
>The two of you are now hugging in a strange way
>You whisper into her ear
“See? We can wait until you’re ready.”
>Your dick is rubbing against her body
“We don’t need to rush to the moment where I’m balls-deep in your chest, with my hard, throbbing dick pounding against your lungs, and your heart, and your ribs…”
>You can hear her surprise at you
>You move your hips slowly
>She instinctively begins to writhe as she feels your dick on her fur
“…That moment where your chest feels stuffed, like you can’t completely inhale, because of my massive erection shoving aside all your organs…”
>Her breathing speeds up
>”What… where is this coming from?”
>You smile
“…The thrill of the pain as your delicate internals are roughly forced to get out of the way so that you can have one more hole for my dick…”
>Time to go in for the kill
>Damnit, that was a pun
“…The feeling of my hot, sticky cum covering your insides… We can wait all day to get you ready for that moment.”
>She forces a response through her excitement
>”No, now is fine, thank you.”
>You smile and stand up off of her
“You really are just a piece of meat for me, aren’t you?”
>You grasp the knife between your front hooves and hold it over her chest
“Don’t scream. My neighbors will hear and complain.”
>You bring it down onto her, just below where her ribcage ends
>She stretches out in shock and struggles to not make a noise
>You pull the knife to the side
>Her flesh puts up a fight, and it’s difficult to cut
>Blood trickles out as the hole gets larger and larger
>Eventually, you have a gash that’s more than wide enough
>You fall back onto four hooves, and start guiding your hard cock into her new slit
>After it gets in just a little bit, the blood welling up acts as a lube, and it slides right in
>Swirl groans loudly, before being cut off by lack of breath
>Your dick is nearly up to her neck
>You can feel her heart beating against it
>Her lungs trying to inhale and exhale despite being misshapen by a foreign object
>You can even feel her ribs, softened by the bodily fluids
>Her face is buried in your chest because of how far forwards you are, and you can feel her ragged breath
>You begin to thrust
>In, and out, and in, and out
>Slowly at first
>As you move in and out, her lungs are pushed aside and then allowed to sit back into place
>She can’t breathe right, with them being mattered like that
>There’s a loud squish with every thrust
>The feeling of her slick organs against your dick is very strange, but very nice
>Some places in her new hole have a lot of give, while others are almost firm
>It’s an interesting texture
>Swirl has reached behind you, around your dick, and is touching her breasts
>You speed up
>The squishing intensifies
>Swirl is struggling to breathe through your pounding, and touching herself as much as possible
>She is trying to shout out in pain, but she is being forced to inhale and exhale whenever she can
>She is making strange noises in her struggle to breathe
>It feels so good
>She is literally nothing except an object of your pleasure
>You have the power of life or death over her and she knows it
>Better, she loves it
>She is so into this
>You are fucking her chest, and she’s enjoying it as much as you are
>You can feel her convulsions
>Many of them are from pleasure
>You speed up again
>The hole widens as you smash through it as hard as possible
>More blood begins to flow out, covering your crotch
>She sounds like she is choking from how much you are abusing her lungs
>Her legs are flailing all over the place, but she’s going to great lengths to avoid hitting you
>You sit there, shoving your dick into her chest-hole over and over again, until you feel like you are going to burst
“I… I… I’m cumming!”
>You thrust as deep as you can into her
>You pump her full of your seed
>Your mind is overtaken with pleasure at owning somepony so thoroughly
>The thought that you can inflict such pain and they’ll let you
>You realize that you’re moaning in an unsightly way, but you don’t care
>Eventually, you come down from the pleasure high
>You pull out, tired from your exciting day
>You lay down next to Swirl
>You are both panting, but she is still struggling to breathe
>You take a second to calm down
“So, how was that?”
>”Hhhghggghgh, hhhgggaa, fffgggghhhuuuunnnn, hhhhhaaaarrrrgghhh”
“Are you alright?”
>She shakes her head weakly from side to side
>She isn’t bleeding as much as she was last time you had sex
“Want me to finish you off?”
>She nods her head “yes”
>You get up
>There was a really big vein in the upper hind leg, right?
>You move to her rear
“Where’s that big artery?”
>She grunts in a raspy voice and points to one part
>You score around the area with the knife
>Each cut bleeds a little, until you hit an unusually tough section
>As you pull the knife through it, blood begins to pour out, almost in a waterfall
“I think I got it”
>You look at Swirl
>She is becoming pale, and falling limp
>After a few seconds, her eyes roll back into her head, and she’s perfectly still
>You sit back
>You take inventory
>There’s a dead body, a lot of blood…
>Oh, fuck, your carpet
>Oh fuck! Your chair!
>OH FUCK THERE’S BLOOD ON EVERYTHING
>WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>You’re coming out of your hotel room the next day
>You discovered yesterday that it takes a few hours for a dead body to start smelling
>And strongly
>Oops
>That’s why you spent the night at a hotel
>After washing off again, of course, since you were also covered in bodily fluids
>On the way to the hotel, you told Pinkie that you had another cadaver for her
>By now, she’s probably picked it up
>Now, what to do about your living room’s blood problem…
 
>You’re coming out of the store, saddlebags full of cleaning supplies, when you spot Orange Swirl
>You run up to her
”Hey, you’re back!”
>She smiles
>”Yeah. I was just looking for you about that.”
“Same. What did you want?”
>”I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. I’ve made up my mind.”
“Really? We should discuss this at my place.”
>She blushes
>”Come on, don’t you think it’s a bit soon? I just came back.”
“No, it’s so that you can tell me about it… over us cleaning your remains out of my house.”
>”Oh…” 
>Her smile fades
>”…I should have guessed.”
“That’s the spirit!”
 
>On the way back to your house, the two of you pass the town bulletin board
>There’s a note written in beautiful handwriting
>”ATTENTION CITIZENS OF PONYVILLE”
>”In light of recent events, I have determined that I do not want to look or speak to any of you ever again.”
>”You are all deranged. Do not try and find me. If you succeed, I will beat you until you wish you hadn’t. I want nothing at all to do with anything about this town.”
>”Time in jail is not punishment enough for degenerates such as you. Support a branch of the Solar Inquisition in your town, so that they may burn you at the stake for being perverse.”
>”Signed, that one unicorn.”
>”P.S. Nopony ever was able to successfully ask me for my name. I am glad for this. If possible, please pretend that I was never here when you tell others about what happened.”
>You look to Swirl
“What do you make of it?”
>She shrugs
>”I understand where he’s coming from. Still a shame.”
“Hmm.”
>You turn and continue back home
 
>You are in your living room
>You are attacking the floor with dish soap and rags
>Swirl is doing a similar routine on your furniture
>You hear a knock at the door
“I’ll get it!”
>You call out, moving to see who’s there
>You open it, and see Pinkie Pie inviting herself in
>”Hey! Heard you had some new ingredients for me!”
>You are annoyed by this
“Yeah. She’s in the back. Hey, why didn’t you pick her up last night?”
>”Well, I have a perfectly good reason, you see, I was…”
>She looks to either side, and leans in
>”…making fertilizer”
>She whispers
“…And that took all night?”
>You ask incredulously
>She starts moving to pick up the dead body
>”It always takes all night for me. Plus, it’s really bloody.”
>You suddenly wish you hadn’t asked at all
>The live Swirl is looking at you, offended
>”Did you just move my corpse into the back room? You lazy boner!”
“What was I supposed to do? And don’t bother if it involves me traipsing around town, carrying a dead body!”
>She rolls her eyes
>”Hey, Pinkie! You only use the organs for flavoring, right?”
>Pinkie walks by, with Swirl’s corpse from yesterday on her back
>”Yeah, why?”
>”What do you do with the rest of the body?”
>Pinkie laughs
>”I make fertilizer!”
>You and the still-living Orange Swirl look at each other
>You are both confused
>Pinkie walks to the door
“Hey, do you want the knife back?”
>”No, I’m good for the next few days! Oh, wait, I need it back this evening for another couple!”
>She leaves, the door shutting behind her
>You and Swirl get back to cleaning, concerned by that last sentence
>You have to love having a fetish where you hear that others have it and you’re disgusted even when you also have it
>Speaking of which…
>You realize that you have a really odd question
>Well, it’s a question that’s odd to be able to ask, but not odd to ask if you can get an answer
“Hey, Swirl?”
>”Yeah?”
“What’s it like to have someone literally cum inside of you?”
>She stops and thinks
>She absentmindedly looks up and taps her hoof to try and find a way to explain it
>Eventually, she comes up with something
>”Imagine a mixture of the feeling of cold glue on bare skin, and salt on an open wound.”
“Does that mean it was good?”
>”…I liked it very much.”
>You keep cleaning
 
>A few hours have passed
>You’ve still got a ways to go to fully clean up, but the room is no longer obviously covered in gore
>You and Swirl are taking a break
>”Hey, I have this idea…”
“Hit me”
>”So, what if we went outside somewhere isolated with the knife, a forest or something where you can tie my neck to a tree and have me stand on my hind legs, and you put me on a chair or something, and we see how much damage you could do to me with before I fall over and get strangled to death?”
>You look at her with confusion
“Wait, what would that prove?”
>”I don’t know, I just think it would be fun. I bet you would enjoy watching.”
>She’s propositioning you?
“But we don’t have that kind of relationship!”
>”Dude, you’ve bedded me twice and killed me three times, what’s the holdup?”
>Damn, she’s right
>You haven’t been extremely-platonic friends ever since you stabbed her in the face to put her out of her misery
>Although…
>This isn’t such a bad place to end up…
“Alright, you win. Anywhere in mind?”
>She thinks for a second
>”Well, I can think of one place…”
 
>You and Swirl are in the Apple family orchard
>The Apple family is off doing something or other during the off-season
>They’ll be gone for a few more days, if you recall
>It’s actually kind of odd, Pinkie was the only Element of Harmony in town for the last week
>Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash were off doing map stuff, while Rarity was doing… whatever she does
>Anyways, the orchard is in the off-season and basically abandoned
>That’s why you and Swirl are there with a long rope and a ladder, among other things
>You have spied a good tree, and Swirl is using her wings to tie the rope into a noose
>There’s a specific kind of setup you want
>You’ll be tying one end of the rope to a low branch or a root, and throwing the noose end over a second branch
>The ladder is kind short, but the noose end of the rope needs to wind up being one upright-Swirl’s height above it
>If the rope isn’t left enough give, she can’t get her head around it
>Too much, and she can take a more comfortable stance, or may break her neck instantly when the ladder is removed
>Also, you’re going to be mutilating her from the ladder to make her fall off
>You have a few ideas, but you aren’t *really* sure how you’re going to do it
>It’s a complicated system
>You’re not sure how she thought of it with how much time she’s spent being dead
>She’s enjoying this situation too much, you suspect
>In that case, you probably are too
>As you set up the ladder, you listen to the sounds of the orchard
>It’s still, and peaceful
>There’s no sound, except for when the wind rustles through the leaves
>It’s not going to be so relaxing in a while
>You sigh
>”Hey, did you say something?”
“Yeah, the ladder’s up”
>It hasn’t even been a whole week since this adventure started
>You walk up the ladder
>Man, things have really been exciting, haven’t they?
>The noose is thrown over the branch in question
>You rear up, comparing your height to it and adjusting for Swirl being shorter than you
“Yeah, this is about right”
>She ties down the other end of the rope
>”Let’s get this show on the road!”
>You shake the malaise out of your head
>It’s time to have some fun
>You get down off the ladder
“I want you to realize that, if you have any doubts, now’s the time to say so, because I’m not cutting you down once you get up.”
>She starts climbing up
>”Yeah, yeah. I know what I want.”
“Alright, but once you come back to life, don’t complain to me that it hurt too bad or whatever.”
>She reaches the top of the ladder and stands up for the rope
>It’s just a little too tall for her to reach
>With a few flaps of her wings, she clears the last inch and gets it around her neck, before landing precariously back on the topmost step of the ladder
>Oh yeah, she’s a pegasus
>Looks like you know what part’s coming off first
>You climb up behind her, knife in your mouth
>The rules of the game are:
>It goes until she falls off the top step of the ladder
>Even if she regains her stance, you’re still going to kick it over… and leave her hanging
>You reach around her lower torso for stability
>And prepare to make the first cut
>With the knife in your other wrist, you push it into where her wing leaves her body
>Rather than cut all the way around it, though, you just let the knife go all the way in and pull it out again
>She can’t fly with only one wing, and her other one is out of commission now
>She shakes slightly, whimpering under the pain
>The wing folds in and out impotently, although her other is doing the same and flapping
“Can’t have you flying out of this, now can we?”
>”N… no, we…. we c-can’t…”
>She replies
>You put the knife back in your mouth and start going down the ladder again
>By the time you’ve made your way up the front side of the ladder, her legs are beginning to tremble also
>They are being exhausted by the task of keeping her bipedal
>With the consequences for failure being what they are, though, she’ll be willing to push them harder than normal
>You’re standing far beneath her, looking up at her
>She is beginning to be covered in sweat from the strain
>She can only look up, or else the rope will press against her throat and choke her
>The wing you cut into is still crooked and a thin line of blood runs down the front, dripping occasionally onto the grass below
>You smack one of her hind legs
>She jolts, but regains her stance
>Rearing up is easy
>Staying like that is extremely difficult
>You decide to make it a bit nicer for her, and drop the knife on the ladder
“Now, what do I see here? You won’t mind if I have a taste, will you?”
>Through her panting, she manages to squeak out something resembling a “no”
>You put your mouth to her vagina
>It is sopping wet with slightly-sweet juices
>You stick your tongue inside
>Where has this been your whole life?
>You can hear the faint moans from Swirl as you lick from one side to the other, and then go to kiss the lips
>She is trying to keep still, despite enjoying the situation so much
>You try out everything you can think of, giving each a few seconds and gauging her response
>You kiss around the area, spread it apart and stick your muzzle in, and any number of other things
>Eventually, you’ve had enough for now
“You ready for the big finish?”
>She mumbles something that kind of sounds like a “yes”
>You pick up the knife and shove it into her upper belly, before pulling it down
>Blood flows from the hole as you take it almost all the way to her marehood
>Once you’re satisfied that it’s long enough, you spread it open with your hooves
>The bleeding increases to dramatic levels
>Her intestines are in plain view, all long curvy and different shades from light pinks to dark purples
>You scoop a few outwards
>The longer one falls out of her and rests on your head
>Now your mane is covered in blood and intestine-juice
>Swirl is bleeding profusely from the hole her guts are hanging out of, and is visibly shaking under the pressure to stay up
>You go to the bottom of the ladder, ready to kick it out from under her as soon as she first falls over
>From the ground, you can see her whole body clearly
>It’s covered in blood and sweat and anguish
>Those things are all dripping onto the ladder itself
>She’s wobbly and unstable
>Any second now, she’ll fall over, and it will be the end of her
>She’s pale and looks to be at her limit
>A bit of sagging has her neck rub against the rope
>Her front hooves instinctively reach up to try and dislodge it
>Her hind legs can’t handle even that slight shift in balance, and she slips
>The rope has little give, and she would be able to swing back onto the ladder if she timed it right
>…Except for the fact that you bucked it over as soon as her hooves left the highest step
>The ladder falls to the ground with a loud crash
>Swirl is left, swinging slowly in the air
>One hoof is ineffectually grasping at stuffing her entrails back into her torso
>The other is failing to reach up to the rope currently strangling her
>She is making a pleasing noise as she chokes to death
>Her legs, only a few muscles having been pushed to the limits, begin to kick
>Weakly and discordantly at first, but eventually, they swing in unison, hoping to find traction on something
>The rope doesn’t have a lot of length to it at all, however, and her efforts barely allow her to kick off the trunk of the apple tree she’s hanging from
>You watch in awe and morbid curiosity
>In fact, you begin to rub your dick with increasing vigor
>You cannot help but touch yourself at the sight of the figure sputtering and struggling in front of you
>Her mouth opening and closing ineffectually
>Her wings flapping to no avail, one of them being almost limp
>You soon realize that a lot of her kicking is, in fact, coming from her excitement about the situation
>She might not even be trying to put her entrails back in, the horny slut
>You hate to see her gone again so soon, but wow, it’s life-changing to watch her leave
>As her head begins to take the red color from the rest of her body, you climax
>You’re going to have to clean off blood and semen yet again, but it’s still worth it
>From that point on, there’s nothing else to do but watch the rest of the show for later, lonelier nights
>You sit back and watch
 
>You did not expect it to take as long as it has been taking
>Aren’t ponies supposed to die of strangulation after two minutes?
>She’s been up there for, like, ten and she’s still fighting, albeit weakly
>You close your eyes for a little while and take in the sounds of nature, now that she isn’t choking so loudly
>There’s still the quiet stretching of the rope as she moves back and forth
>When you look up, she has stopped moving
>Well, she’s swinging slowly, but besides that
>There’s a thin line of drool coming out the side of her limp mouth
>Suddenly, you hear something
>There’s a trickle of yellow liquid trailing down her legs
>She’s urinating onto the ground
>You are startled by this sudden turn of events
>Has she done this before when she died?
>You really hope not
>Eventually, she stops her flow
>What an… odd occurrence
>You pick up your ladder
>There was a lake somewhere around here, right?
>You’ll come back later and take the corpse down
>For now, you need to wash off yourself and your ladder
>Dried blood is probably less safe for standing on than the original steps

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Be taking a walk in the park
>It’s always nice to come through here to clear your head
>Once again, Swirl came back to life yesterday
>She was coming to you with another idea when you said that you had work that day, and would be too tired
>You weren’t lying then, but you would have
>That mare’s appetite is voracious
>You need some time to calm down, take stock of the world
>Things have been moving so quickly lately
>It feels like only a few days ago when you were telling your extremely-platonic friend that you had another bad dream
>Now you’re trying to keep her from laying you again
>There are worse places to be, but still…
>You sit down and relax, lost in your thoughts
>Hey, it actually was a few days ago
>Wow, things really have been moving fast
>You take a deep breath
>Today is your break day
>It feels good to just sit still somewhere and not be trying to answer some big question or do something important
>Even though you feel like you’ve forgotten something
>You hear a series of thuds off in the distance
>That’s odd
>Eh, why not see what’s up
>You get up and walk over
>As you get closer, you can hear that whoever’s doing it is angrily shouting non-swears
>Oh, hey, it’s Applejack
>She’s been bucking a tree for a while now
>She’s really done a number on it, too
“Hey, is there a problem?”
>”Celestia damnit, can you tell me what the hay is going on!?”
>Uh oh
“What’s got you confused?”
>”There’s a dead body on my farm and NOPONY CARES!”
>That’s not good
>THAT’S BAD
“Let’s head back to town, tell me all what happened.”
>The two of you begin walking quickly back into the town
>”Well, I we came back from the rodeo early due to unscheduled weather, and I was out checking the orchard, and I saw something odd hanging from one of the trees…”
>Wait just a second
>”…And I went in for a better look, and it was a mutilated pegasus mare, her insides hanging down to the ground.”
>So THAT’S what you were forgetting!
>Oh, fuck!
>”I told Big Mac to get Applebloom inside and went to the cops, but they said it was fine, and that I should just ignore it.”
>You need to make this somepony else’s problem, and fast
>She is way stronger than you
>And you did kind of murder somepony on her property
>If you just say that nothing’s wrong, she’ll probably look for somepony else to explain what’s happening
“They’re right, you know. She’s gotten better.”
>She looks at you, appalled
>”What’s gotten into y’all?!”
“It’s complicated. A lot of things happened while you were gone.”
>”WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAVE HAPPENED TO MAKE Y’ALL NOT CARE THAT SOMEPONY’S DEAD!?”
“As I said, it’s complicated. You can ask Pinkie Pie about it when we get back”
>”Pinkie… what the hay has she gotten herself into now?”
>Crisis averted
>You smell something foul and instinctively wrinkle your nose
>Applejack smells it too
>”Baby Celestia, what is it now?”
>She pushes off the path, past a few trees, to find the source of the smell
>Hey, you know where you are
>This is where you lost your virginity to Swirl
>Applejack starts screaming
>You quickly see why
>Swirl’s decomposing body is still there, although the grass isn’t so red anymore
>You are internally disappointed immensely
>You told the law about this
>You even showed them her body so that they could confirm that she was coming back to life
>Why is she still here?
“Damnit, they were supposed to clean that up.”
>”WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TOWN??!!?!?!?!”
>She runs off, screaming incoherently
>Well, that’s unfortunate
>In fact, you’re going to let her handle this on her own
 
>As you make your way home, you decide that you might have handled that situation the wrong way
>You decide to swing by Sugarcube Corner and see if there’s anything you can do to help
>As you approach, there’s a small crowd outside
>A handful of ponies are standing around, looking concerned and whispering to each other
>So much for helping
>There’s a shouting match going on inside
>You can hear the southern twang of Applejack going up against Pinkie’s high-pitched joking
>You can’t understand what either one is saying, but you can still tell that Pinkie is not taking this seriously
>Suddenly, the arguing dies down
>After a few seconds, Pinkie cracks open the door and says
>”Show’s over, everypony! The problem’s solved!”
>The group disperses, everypony considering the matter settled
>You walk up to the door
“Hey, mind if I apologize to Applejack?”
>Pinkie keeps the door cracked open
>”Now’s actually a reeeeally bad time, okey?”
>You look behind her
>A trickle of red liquid is running through the dip between two floorboards
>”You know what, maybe I do need to talk to you about something.”
>She grabs you and pulls you in
>”Oh, watch your step.”
>There is a pool of blood on the ground that you move around
>Applejack is crumpled over on the ground, the curved knife jammed into her neck
>This may have gotten out of hoof
>”You can come out now!”
>Orange Swirl walks down the staircase, concern on her face
>Pinkie turns around, massive grin on her face
>”Soooo… what did you two do?”
>You and Swirl start pawing at the ground while avoiding looking at her
>She creeps up, still smiling widely
“…We had a sexual escapade at Sweet Apple Acres…”
>”Yeeeees?”
“…And then we didn’t clean it up.”
>”Yeeeees! Now, what are you going to do to make sure that Applejack thinks this was all a dream?”
“She already told Bic Mac about it.”
>Pinkie stares at you blankly, despite the smile
>Her eyes change to an expression of concern
>She frowns
>As she sits back, a clipboard comes out of…
>Ew
>She taps a pencil against her head
>She is contemplating
>”Hmm, can we kill her entire family… ? Ehh, no, Winona would hate me for that.”
>She scribbles on the clipboard
>”…Aaaand, got it.”
>”Alright, new plan. I’m going to spend the next few days dodging Applejack until we can talk without trying to kill each other…”
>”…And you’re going to take over for me!”
>”This is going to be awful, but you don’t have a choice!”
“Yeah, sorry.”
>She hands the clipboard to you
>”Here’s my schedule for the next few days. The only major thing is tomorrow, when you have to do something kind-of-sort-of-partially-kind-of-like couples therapy.”
>On the clipboard, there’s a calendar of next month
>Scrawled across the entire page is a drawing of stick-figure Pinkie eating a massive cake
>There’s a note with a time, location, date, and corrected date of your meeting
>The date box it’s in is for neither of the dates
>How nice
>”Now, we both have a body to clean up. Chop chop!”
>You and Swirl leave, before the expanding pool of blood gets any closer
 
>You and Swirl are staring at her hanging corpse
>”Hey, once we get me down, where are we going to put me?”
“There’s a lake a ways that way we can drag you to.”
>She goes and unties the end of the rope that’s attached to the tree
>Her body falls down and hits the ground with a loud thump
>Her damaged wing falls out of its socket
>”Sweet Celestia, I smell like a landfill. And what’s that… coming out of me?”
“Yeah, the body in the park is even worse.”
>”Why was my body still in the park, anyways?”
“Because the cops in this town will have nothing to do, no matter what their job says.”
>”Please tell me that we don’t have to clean that up, too.”
“No, we’re going to annoy them until they do it.”
>”Thank Celestia.”
>You look for a stick
>You find one that has enough point and strength to it that you can impale the dismembered wing and not have to carry it in your mouth
>You poke it through and prepare to pick it up
>A thought strikes you
>But what if some inside juices start flowing down the stick?
“I’ll pull your body, you can take the wing.”
>She nods, and you switch places
>The two of you each move your respective pieces to the lake
>It’s a long trek to be dragging a body, especially one that leaves a slime trail
>When you finally get there, you realize that it’s really more of a pond
>You hope that dumping an entire corpse won’t ruin it, since you’ve already left a bunch of blood and semen in there
>After some buildup, you throw the body in
>It takes some strength, but it gets done
>Swirl does the same with her wing
>You lay back a bit, breathing heavily from the exertion
>Swirl slides up to you
>”So… you want to do it?”
“I’m tired and disgusted. I think I’ll just go home.”
>”Come on, what if you have a penis emergency?”
“Then I still perfectly remember you hanging from that tree back there. I’ve made do with far worse. Why are you in a rush anyways?”
>”…It’s fun?”
“We’re going to be doing it tomorrow, remember?”
>She playfully pouts
>”Fine. you’re no fun when you’re tired.”
“Dead bodies are completely the opposite of sexy once they’ve had a few days. Not that you’d know, since you’re usually the body.”
>She sticks her tongue out at you and gets up
 
>That night, you did indeed rub one out to memories of her kicking and struggling against the noose
>The next morning, you were awoken by Applejack running around town, screaming
>”PINKIE! GET OUT HERE AND EXPLAIN YERSELF!”
>You aren’t touching that with two-hundred-and-fifty-five mates and sixteen-foot poles for all of you
>That afternoon, you find the magical knife in your mailbox, as promised
>You make your way to the park
>On the way, you check and see that Swirl’s corpse has been cleaned up
>How nice
>You eventually see an uncomfortable-looking purple unicorn
>Not that purple unicorn, this one’s too light-colored
>Not that light-colored purple unicorn, she’s… dying in a hole or something, you don’t know
>No, this is just some purple unicorn from around town
>She nervously walks up to you
>”Hey, is Pinkie Pie coming or not?”
“No, but I’m here. What’s your, uh, relationship problem?”
>”Ooh, well, this is embarrassing, but… I’ve realized that I have a fetish for dying, but my special stallion won’t kill me.”
“Well, I can help you with one part of that. May I have your name?”
>”I’m sorry, but I would rather not. It’s a sensitive situation, really, I’m sure you understand.”
“Hmm.”
>The two of you stand there awkwardly
>You drop your saddlebags
>”So… are you going to kill me?”
“We’re waiting for my associate. I think I see her right now.”
>A tan pegasus flaps on over
>”Sorry I’m late, I lost track of time. Oh, hey, Amethyst Star!”
>’Amethyst Star’ immediately tenses up
>Swirl continues
>”I wasn’t told that you were the one with the problem. What’s got you down?”
“Her special somepony isn’t as into bloody murder as she is.”
>Swirl jumps into the air
>”Oh, goody! You know, we’re real experienced with that. Why, just the other day, we were… nevermind. Point is, we’ve done this before.”
>Star looks at one of you, and then the other
>She tentatively asks
>”So… what are you going to do?”
“Well, we can’t really convince your stallionfriend to murder you, because you either want it or you don’t.”
>Swirl speaks up
>”So we’re probably going to help you sexually unwind, and then you can make the right decision with a clear head!”
>Star is very uncomfortable
>”This seems like I’m being introduced into a sex cult…”
“You’ll be fine. Hey, how about you lay down, and Swirl here will help you relax.”
>She gets down hesitantly, belly-up
>You motion towards Swirl and tell her to… make Star comfortable
>Swirl smiles and does a curtsy, before moving to between Star’s hind legs
>Star sees this, and asks
>”Hey, weren’t you a massive pushover?”
“Not a MASSIVE pushover, but a little.”
>She looks at you standing over her
>Swirl gets her tongue to work on Star’s sensitive spots
>”What changed? Ooh, that’s nice…”
>Without missing a beat, you reply
 “I masturbated with a freshly-severed limb to the screams of pain of its owner and realized that there’s no point.”
>Star looks off. She appears a bit aroused, but also a bit concerned
>”Is that going to happen to me?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that it’s not too late to back out.”
>She pauses, but Swirl hits a high note
>She stretches out involuntarily
>”I’ll wait and see.”
“Keep at it, Swirl.”
>You take a few steps away to consider where to go next
>If she decides to go the full nine yards, you have an idea where to take that
>Yeah, that’ll be good
>You turn back
“So what do you think?”
>She is breathing heavily under the arousal
>”I’ll take it. Give me your best.”
>You smile and nod, grabbing the knife out of your saddlebags
>You move up and straddle her
>Sitting on your haunches (and her chest), with her back to her, you take aim
>It is suddenly very apparent that you don’t actually know what a vagina looks like
>On the inside, you mean
>Thanks to Swirl, you know well what they look like on the outside
“I should mention that, if you scream, I’ll make it feel even worse. Oh, Swirl, close your eyes.”
>You guess at where, and stick the knife into her, a ways below where her stomach should be
>She strongly writhes and twitches
>She clenches her teeth and groans
>But she doesn’t scream
>She keeps it up as you seesaw the blade back and forth until the hole is big enough
>Well, not quite, but you’ll make do
>Besides, it will be tighter that way
>You scoot up and prepare your dick
>You go back to standing over her and Swirl, and maneuver your dick into the hole
>It’s extremely bloody, but sure enough, it’s tight as hell
>You slip it in deeper and deeper
>Eventually, the hole pitches up and becomes much softer
>You keep pushing it until you can feel Swirl’s tongue
>You are now fucking Star… backwards, and into Swirl’s mouth
>You keep thrusting, faster and faster
>The entry hole gets bloodier and bloodier as it gets wider to accommodate your still-hardening cock
>You push harder
>Star is almost flailing, but her lower half is pinned under you
>She is groaning loudly despite her best efforts, but there’s clearly an element of pleasure to it
>You decide to just sit back and enjoy this
>You are loving this mixture of vaginal softness and the control of a tongue
>Combined with the fact that this is a threesome, and the fact that you are totally dominating another pony down to their very life…
>It feels good
>It feels REALLY good
>You cum a bit ahead of schedule
>Like a good slut, Swirl swallows all of it as it goes through Star’s hole and directly into her mouth
>She lifts her head up and smiles
>The lower part of her face is splattered with blood, which she begins to lick up
>As your orgasm winds down, you realize that you hear something
>It’s Star, having given up on keeping her mouth kind-of shut
>That counts
>Well, you made a promise
>You get off of her and pick the knife off the ground
>You whisper in her ears
“You just screamed.”
>Her eyes open wide
“Hold her leg down, Swirl.”
>Once again, you begin to straddle Star
>But this time, you carefully slip your knife into one of her legs
>One which is being pinned to the ground by Swirl putting her weight on it
>Trying to remember how Pinkie did it when she did something similar to you months back, you begin to cut the outer layers of her leg
>You make cuts this way and that, until you can start peeling off the skin
>Star is breathing extremely heavily, despite you sitting on her chest
>She doesn’t want to scream again
>You start pulling and cutting the flay until you decide that you’ve had enough, and are ready for round two
>It’s a messy job, but good enough
>A section of muscle is now exposed to the open air
>The pain going through her leg must be intense
“Now then, do you want to keep being alive?”
>Star struggles to speak through the agony
>”N… n… n-o-o-ooo…”
>You stand up and move to her front
“Alright, and I better not feel any teeth or else I’m starting over. Now open wide.”
>She opens her mouth up while Swirl pins her lower half, having an idea where this is going.
>You begin to shove your dick, hardening once again, into her face
>You force it in until the whole length is inside of Star
>She unintentionally makes an exaggerated swallowing sound as it goes in
>You look back and see that her neck has swelled due to the extra width of your erection
>It feels almost as good as that reverse-fucking
>You pull back, into a better position
>From there, you begin to thrust in and out
>Her throat is tight and soft, and makes a delightful squishing noise as you ram your cock through it
>Her attempts to inhale only make it tighter
>Saliva fills her mouth, as if she hungers for your cock
>You keep up the pace
>She begins to convulse, to fight against choking to death on your dick
>It only makes you even more aroused
>You fuck her throat harder and harder
>The exertion of the day is taking its toll, but you aren’t out of it yet
>Eventually, Star accepts her fate and stops fighting
>As you have your fun, you feel something on the top of your dick
>You regain your composure enough to say
“I’m feeling teeth!”
>Swirl looks at you and your gyrating hips
>”She’s dead, Cherry”
>Oh Celestia, that’s the stuff
“Well, ha, how about you have, ha, some fun, then?”
>Swirl smiles broadly, and repositions herself
>She rubs her crotch against Star’s intact hind leg
>As she does so, she begins to moan sensually
>This is so fucking hot
>You thrust as deeply as possible for the last few times, and bust down Star’s throat
>You stand there, panting, taking in the feelings
>Eventually, you back off
>Your dick falls out of the dead mare’s mouth with a pop
>Sure enough, she hangs limp, and there are faint trails of tears in her eyes
>Swirl is still enjoying Star’s body
“I’m going to head home. You do what you want with the body, as long as it gets cleaned up eventually.”
>She nods her head as she rubs back and forth
>You pick up the knife before turning and walking away
>Tomorrow, Amethyst Star will be back, and hopefully will confirm that she enjoyed it

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Apparently, Amethyst Star would have preferred a slower ramp-up, but overall enjoyed the experience
>That’s nice to know in case you do that again
>You, however, are still at home
>Today’s supposed to be a workday, but you’ve called in sick
>Applejack’s still roaming around town angrily
>She isn’t carrying any weapons… but she doesn’t need them
>You also suspect that you’ve seen Big Mac on the prowl around town
>That’s not good
>They may or may not think that you have something to do with what they’re mad about
>You really don’t want to find out
>You sit back in your favorite chair
>It still feels different, although you aren’t sure if that’s a byproduct of the blood or the cleaning
>The whole thing is an off-color now, and it will probably stay that way forever
>Whatever, lessons learned
>As you get comfortable, you hear a knock at your back door
>You get up and investigate
>Cracking the door open, you see Pinkie Pie, looking nervously around
>Why?
>You don’t know
>Your backyard is fenced off so it’s not like anypony can see her
>You wave her in
“What’s the problem?”
>She looks at you with concern
>”Cherry, Applejack’s gone crazier than me after a sugar-covered-heart binge!”
>Wait, now that’s your problem, too!
“Then why are you here!?”
>”She’s attacking ponies in the streets! I came here to rest up and warn you that we need to skip town for a while!”
“WHAT!?”
>She hurries into the entryway
>”Pack up for three or four days, more if you think you can carry it, and don’t consider expense! We’ll swing by Swirl’s place and warn her!”
>You start mentally going down the checklist of what you’ll need to be away for that long, and figuring out how to fit it in your saddlebags
>It takes only a few minutes to gather everything together
>Mostly, it’s what food you have that keeps well
>When you return, you see Pinkie sitting on the carpet
“What are you doing? We need to get out!”
>”I’ve been running around aaaall day today and yesterday, I need some time to rest!”
“Rest? You used to be able to party for twenty-four hours straight no problem, why do you need to rest?”
>”Because I have the knife with me and it’s heavy when you’ve been carrying it for a day and a half!”
>You roll your eyes with annoyance at that, grumbling
>This is not the time to be joking!
>You keep your saddlebags on, but sit back in your favorite chair
>You fidget impatiently
>A minute goes by
>And another
>You can’t unwind
>After a few more minutes, you’re still tense
>However, you’re now also bored
>Really, really bored
>It’s a horrible combination
>You decide to distract yourself by talking to her
“You mentioned a ‘sugar-covered-heart’. Is that what I think it is?”
>She looks up
>”Depends, do you think it’s a heart-shaped-super-sugared-sugar-cookie?”
>Oh thank Celestia
“I just wanted to make sure.”
>”Don’t worry. In case you’re wondering, no amount of sugar will make a real heart taste good.”
>Celestia dammit
“Ugh, why were you eating real hearts?”
>She slightly shrugs
>”I was bored and wanted to see what I could do with the knife.”
>You sit there, thinking about that for a second
“Hey, where’d you find that knife, anyways?”
>”It was on a rock in the woods behind my old family house.”
>You look at her expectantly
>She looks back at you
“…Is there more to the story?”
>”No.”
>You look to the side and growl to yourself
“Okay, how did you find out it was magic?”
>”Well, I was a little filly back then, so naturally, the first thing I did was start playing with it, and I accidentally killed myself.”
>”The next morning, I thought, ‘what a crazy dream!’, and went back to that spot, and found my own dead body.”
>”After that, it was all testing on unsuspecting siblings as a prank.”
>How nice of her
“How did you manage to kill yourself with that knife?”
>She seems slightly embarrassed
>”Well… I, uh… cut open my throat from the inside.”
>Ouch, that sounds like no fun
>Wait a second
“Y-… How did you manage that?”
>She reaches around to her saddlebags and pulls out the knife with her mouth
>She speaks through it, saying a muffled series of words that sounds like
>”I was holding it like this and I tripped on a log.”
>Huh
“Wait, then how did you get it back ou-“
>Your front door explodes into a shower of splintered wood
>Time slows down
>You and Pinkie stand up and bolt out the back
>She’s faster than you, and starts clambering over the yard’s picket fence
>Big Mac is even faster, and blasts through your entryway, across your back yard, and straight through the fence, tossing Pinkie like a ragdoll
>Under his charge, she twists and contorts, making a series of sickening cracks and thuds as she smashes into the ground
>Big Mac, however, is on the ground, too
>You start to run through the hole he made
>Suddenly, there’s something around your neck
>You are yanked back, your momentum carrying you up as your hind legs keep moving forwards
>You don’t feel the landing, or much of anything
 
>You don’t know how long it has been when you wake up
>The sun is still in the sky, about where it was
>Your neck has a light, but strange, pain in it, and is extremely stiff
>Your back is sensationless
>It’s hard to move even your eyes
>The world is hazy, and colors flash in your vision without cause or effect
>Your hearing slowly returns
>You hear a distressed voice
>It’s Applejack
>You look “up”
>You can see Pinkie’s body, occasionally having some small spasm
>Right in between her and you is the knife, jammed partially into the ground
>You reach for it
>Your legs don’t want to move, but you can force them to
>It’s far out of your reach
>You plant your hoof in the ground as best as you can and push with one of your other legs
>You roll over onto your front, and start reaching forwards and pulling yourself forwards
>You move a few inches closer
>You hear Applejack say something
>”…alive.”
>You crawl towards the knife at a snail’s pace
>The grass and the splinters of wood scrape against your belly as you make your way over
>You start to feel a striking pain in your back
>You try to ignore it, but end up ignoring everything except it
>There’s a soft pounding in your ears
>As your spine starts to correct itself, you crawl a bit faster
>You can vaguely hear Applejack arguing, probably with Big Mac
>You catch a glimpse of Pinkie’s face
>Her sad eyes are staring almost at you, but not quite
>Her mouth is resting on a hollow grin
>You don’t want to look at it again
>Before you know it, you’ve crossed half the distance
>You’ll be there soon!
>It will be nice to not be seized-up and only partially conscious
>Although trying to kill yourself with legs like these will be a pain
>Come on, look on the bright side, it will all be over soon
>You reach out and scoop the knife close to you
>As you do, an orange hoof comes down on your right, snapping your bone like a twig
>It takes a second for you to realize what happened
>All sensation suddenly returns to you
>You cry out in pain
>It hits you that you aren’t likely to survive unless you kill yourself
>With your intact leg, you grab the knife as fast as you can
>You fling it into your neck with all the force you can muster
>You feel a pressure in your head
>The last thing you realize is that it’s the feeling of your skull being cracked open
>You don’t have time to hope that the knife made it before you died

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Wake up in your bed
>Thank Celestia, it was all just a dream
>A horrible, painful dream
>You get up to go and make breakfast
>You consider sitting in your favorite chair
>As you pass through the entryway, you notice that it’s really cold
>The door is open
>No, wait, it’s splintered across the floor
>You run to the back yard
>Sure enough, there’s still a massive hole in the fence
>Baby Celestia, damnit!
>This again?
>Well, at least your dead bodies aren’t laying there
>The image of Pinkie’s empty face flashes into your mind
>Your heart skips a beat
>An icy chill blows through your chest, and you fall back on your haunches
>You realize that she’s dead now
>Permanently
>She wasn’t injured by the knife in time
>She’s really dead
>You take a second to let that sink in
>Fortunately, death has really lost a lot of its weight, so you only need a second
>You get back up
>What now?
>Well, there’s one answer for you
>You need to warn Orange Swirl
>And get out yourself
>Unfortunately, you didn’t have a lot of resilient food, and your saddlebags went the way of you and Pinkie’s corpses
>Guess you’ll make do with grazing and foraging
>And learn how to forage
 
>You are hiding in a treeline, looking out at Swirl’s sky-cottage and the plains underneath it
>You don’t see anything else around besides plants, open sky, and her house
>And you’ve been looking for a while
>You fearfully take a few steps out
>Nothing happens, so you keep going
>You can’t help but feel that you’re being watched from the trees you just left, even though you checked thoroughly
>Eventually, you’re totally out in the open
>You look up at Swirl’s sky-cottage, a small domicile resting on a cloud
“Hey, Swirl!”
>There is an echo in the wide open plains
>It strikes you that you were really loud
>You don’t immediately hear anything in return
>You become worried that they’ve somehow gotten Swirl
>A tan head with an orange mane pokes out from the cloud-based curb
>”Is it you?”
“Yeah, it’s me. I came here to warn you.”
>She falls off the side of her house
>Luckily, she slows down before hitting the ground
>Her hooves are only on dirt for a split-second before she jumps on you
>You are so surprised by her sudden appearance that you are knocked over
>She’s laying on top of you
>”Celestia, I thought I’d lost you!”
>Is she crying?
>Yes
>Just a little, so are you
>You embrace her
>Her body’s warm on the outside, too
>Warm, and comforting
>Why can’t you have spent some time not doing weird sex stuff earlier?
>This is nice!
>You, however, came here for a reason
>You pull her off of you
“Listen, things are out of hand. I almost didn’t make it. You’re in danger, too.”
>”It’s winding down. After you… 
>She doesn’t want to say it
>”…Applejack turned herself in.”
“And Big Mac?”
>She pauses
>”…I think he just went home.”
>That sounds about right
>There’s a clopping noise surprisingly close to you
>You and Swirl jump up, ready to meet the source
>It’s…
>…That one stallion. You know the one
>Damnit, what was his name?
>”Hey, you’re Orange Swirl, right?”
>He looks at you
>”Wait, didn’t you die?”
“Yeah, but I got better.”
>He is confused
>”…Alright. Anyways, the town wants Swirl to take over making cupcakes from now.”
>Hey, wait a second
“Why not me?”
>He shrugs
>”We thought you died.”
>Well, that’s reasonable
>”Anyways, head over to Sugarcube Corner if you want to. I don’t think anypony will care if both of you do it.”
>He turns and walks away
>You and Swirl watch him shuffle off before looking at each other
“Uhh… should we actually do it?”
>She looks into your eyes
>”Why not? Sounds like it could be a lot of fun for us… Also, the town will riot if they lose their confections again.”
>There’s only one good option, then
 
>You and Swirl are in the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner
>You’re looking around, which means you’re standing idly and gawking
>You have no idea what you’re looking for
>”Do you know how she actually made the organ-stuff?”
“No, I was always dead by that point.”
>”Yeah. Same.”
>There’s a knock at the front door
“I’ll get it.”
>You look through the window and see a pink earth pony
>You almost think it’s Pinkie Pie, but there are some important differences
>This one has a large, black moustache and a sensible wide-brimmed hat
>You open the door
“Hi! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, how can we help you?”
>He speaks in a squeaky voice
>”Hi-“
>The pony clears his throat
>He resumes talking in a deeper voice, but still a fairly high-pitched one
>”Hi there. I was looking in through the window and couldn’t help but notice that you looked lost.”
>You lead him in
“Yeah, we’re new to this, and we’re trying to figure out where everything is.”
>”Well, I might be able to help you.”
>The two of you rejoin Swirl in the kitchen
“Find anything?”
>She looks at you and says
>”I’ll be honest, I have never seen most of this stuff before. Who’s this?”
>The pony rubs his chin with his hoof, mumbling to himself
>For a few seconds
>You and Swirl just stare at him
>He suddenly speaks out
>”Why, the name’s Reddie Bread!”
>Swirl goes back into social mode
>”Oh, hey, are you related to Pinkie Pie by any chance?”
>Reddie is taken aback, but responds
>”Uh, yeah! I’m her sis- broth- fath- cousin! Yes, her second cousin, once removed.”
>Swirl puts a concerned hoof near her mouth
>”Oh! I didn’t know that she had cousins.”
>”She has a few. She’s pretty great, if I do say so myself. When I heard about what was happening here, I just had to come over and check on her!”
“I’m sorry we don’t have better news. Mind helping us with our current problem?”
>He looks at a low shelf
>”The organ grinder is down there, so are the dust jars, you can tell which organ makes which dust based on color if you can’t read the labels.”
>How convenient
>Swirl opens the shelf and starts pulling out jars of brightly-colored dust while Reddie continues talking
>”It takes a lot of the stuff to flavor something right, and we get a lot of customers, so we go through it like crazy. One body lasts around three days, on average.”
>We?
“Wait, do you work here? I’ve never seen you.”
>His face tightens up
>”No, I… I work at a different store with a similar thing going on, yeah.”
“Huh, I though we were the first.”
>He looks at you
>”You were the first to do it… officially.”
>That’s exciting and scary
>Swirl pulls a small vial out of the drawer
>It’s labelled ‘no fun, do not use!!!’
>”Hey, what’s this?”
>He gets in closer
>”Looks like the… I don’t know the real name, but it makes you not able to move or feel anything.”
>Swirl looks at you and smirks
>”Not able to move, huh?”
“Yeah, I think we get it now. Thanks for the help.”
>Reddie tips his hat to you
>”No problemo. I’ll be in town for the next few days if you need me.”
>And with that, he walks out the door
>Swirl looks at you, and says
>”You can really see the family resemblance.”
>You nod
“Well, shall we?”
 
>You are in the basement
>You carried the heavy steel organ grinder all the way down in your mouth, which was not fun
>Swirl carried all the other effects in a bag, which was probably only a little easier
>You heard her drop it in the pool noodle hallway but couldn’t help her pick it up
>Now, she’s spreading all the bits out next to the operation table
>You’re rifling through the drawers, seeing what all is in here
>You haven’t actually been here since the first time you killed Swirl
>Pinkie had a lot of stuff for this
>There’s knives, blades, cutters, slicers, edges, daggers, and even carvers
>And that’s just in one drawer!
>How did it take the town so long to figure out that she was involved in something shady?
>You are interrupted by a noise behind you
>It’s Swirl, lying on the table
>”Hey, are we going to do this?”
“You’re always in such a rush about these things.”
>You say as you move closer
>You do the straps, tightly locking her legs and her wings to the table so that she can’t move
>You take the opportunity to check what she brought down
>The knife, a bunch of pans for the flavoring, and the strange liquid
>”I thought that not being able to move would be fun.”
>There are instructions on the back
>Pour the liquid into the cap until full, and then “imbibe”
>That means drink, right?
>You do as it says (no easy task, it’s a small vial) and place it over Swirl’s face
“Drink this.”
>You say
>She opens her mouth, and you pour it down
>She winces
>”Oh, that was nasty.”
“Tell me when it’s kicking in.”
>She looks a bit sad
>”This might have been a mistake.”
“What’s the problem?”
>”I cam’t feel my tomn already.”
>You pick up the knife and move to her stomach
“Well, hopefully that’s it working.”
>You plunge the knife into her belly, near the edge, and start pulling it across
>She flinches, but seems mostly unaffected
>”Yeah, this was a ba’ i’ea. I’m nah feelinh pehn.”
“Let’s go a bit further and see if it clears up.”
>She accepts that
>You keep moving the knife across until it’s time to tear it out and start again in another direction
>The line you carved bleeds, sending red lines down her side and onto the stained table
>Eventually, you have four lines forming a rectangle around her entire torso
>You wedge the knife under one part and push down, causing the flap of flesh to come off partially
>You grab a non-bloody area in your mouth and pull it off, throwing it aside
>It hits the floor with a wet slap
>Her organs are now fully exposed
>They pulse and writhe as they are exposed to the open air, but Swirl is still unfazed
>You see a strange pink shape in her lower area
>So that’s what a vagina looks like from the outside!
>You cut around where it meets her body until it starts to float free
>You take a pair of forceps and pick it up
“Hey, is it better now?”
>She speaks in a slow, slurred manner
>”Naawh, have yuo stahted takinn uot muh bits yet?”
“Yeah. You really don’t feel a thing?”
>”Naawp, naawt a thenngh. Try rubbinh muh down dere.”
>You hold up her severed vagina
>”…Is thhat muh maarhud?”
“Yes.”
>Her head falls back
>You drop the piece in the organ grinder and turn the crank
>Blue sprinkles come out of a faucet on the side and fall into a plate
>Man, you wish you didn’t learn where those came from
“I just ground it up. There’s seriously nothing there?”
>”Nah. Celeshha, Hah abow dis.”
>”Yah cut muh heahd offf, thehn plesher yuhseff with iht. Tehll muh abow it tahmarra, an I wih finsh teh job muhself latah.”
>Fine by you
>And it was her idea
>You move back up to her neck
“You’ll have to tell me how dying is when it doesn’t hurt.”
>You stick the knife in her neck and pull it out
>A spray of blood immediately hits you in the face
>You jump back and start wiping it off
>By the time you’ve got enough off to open your eyes again, it has covered your body and made a line back to her neck
>The flow has calmed down, and now it is bubbling out instead of spraying
>Her head is to the side
>She is staring at you
“Hey, are you alive?”
>She doesn’t move
>Guess she’s not
>The blood slows to a drip out of the hole in her neck
>You walk back up, nearly slipping on the bloody floor, and start cutting away the neck
>You start to feel giddy
>Eventually you reach the spine
>The knife definitely cannot cut it
>you go to the drawers and open ones until you find something much bigger
>It takes a minute or so, but a large saw with a jagged edge gets it done
>You put the saw aside, grasp a small clump of her mane, and pull
>Her head makes a slight ripping noise as it comes free of her body
>Her mouth is limp, and her eyes sit still in her head
>Drops of blood fall from her stump neck
>You sit on your haunches
>Your excitement is palpable
>This is amazing
>You know what you’re going to do with this
>You push her head down onto your dick
>It’s rock hard, but finds her throat
>You keep pushing
>Lubricated by blood, your dick slides up her throat, over her limp tongue, and out her mouth
>It pokes out through her lips
>Her lifeless face doesn’t react
>You pull her up and down
>Her throat rubs against you wonderfully
>You hug it close to you, and make short thrusts in and out
>Her head is still warm, but it’s cooling down, and that only reminds you how empowering this all is
>You run your hoof through her mane as you abuse her neck
>You catch a glimpse at her face, which is still utterly lifeless
>Her expression would be seem bored if there wasn’t something so wrong about it
>So wrong… but so right
>You are literally using a piece of her body as a sex toy
>You are defiling her corpse for a cheap thrill
>You are covered in blood from your adventures in owning her body and throwing her aside once she wasn’t useful
>The suction of the bloody stump is intoxicating
>Embracing her head close to you as you use it is intoxicating
>You can’t take it any more
>You make a final thrust as you cum ferociously
>In your haste, you pull her too tightly, and your tip gets stopped by her teeth
>You still make some token movements, before finally bottoming out
>You lay back, your semi-erect dick still in her
>Her mouth falls open, to reveal that it’s full of your cum
>You pull her off, and white cum drips down her throat and onto the ground
>You lay her head down and bask in the afterglow of…
>Technically the best masturbation session you’ve ever had
>Whatever
>Your chest is puffing in and out as you breathe heavily
>After a while, you consider what to do next
>You see the thin trail of white-red slime coming from the throat-hole of Swirl’s decapitated head
>You pick it up again
>Finishing the organ-grinding can wait

>Be you, Cherry Fizzy
>Be talking to your… marefriend, outside
“Yeah, I came, like, five times in two hours. Had to throw it away so that I could actually finish the job.”
>”Ooh, sounds pretty nice. I’ll have to see the results for myself.”
“It was, what, nearly a whole day ago? It probably smells bad by now, if it’s still intact. I really did throw it away, too.”
>She pouts
>”Come on, how’d you throw away a severed head covered in jizz?”
“Everfree forest, in a burlap sack.”
>”…That’ll do it. We’ll have to go again in the evening, so that you can show me.”
>You want to interrupt, but the train pulls out of town and distracts you
>A thought strikes you
“Huh, I wonder who just wandered into town. I hope they heard what’s been going on here.”
>She smiles mischievously
>”I wouldn’t know. Anyways, back to fucking a severed head…”
>You laugh
>So does she
>As you calm down, you remember a question
“What’s dying like when it doesn’t hurt?”
>She pauses to think, catching her breath
>”How to describe it… in the last moments, everything is heightened. Smaller feelings hit you harder and harder until it’s all gone.”
>”When there isn’t pain, or fear, or pleasure, or any feeling at all, it’s just… not really like anything, but still kind of nice.”
>You weren’t expecting that
“Really?”
>”Yeah, really. You should kill yourself to see what it’s like. I can even help you.”
>A voice you haven’t heard in a while suddenly hits you
>It’s loud 
>”HEY! STOP THAT!”
>It’s Princess Twilight Sparkle!
>And Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash!
>They’re back!
>Finally, now this mess is their problem!
“Welc-“
>”Now you listen here! You’re a fully-grown mare! What makes you think it’s acceptable to tell others to kill themselves?”
>Swirl waves her hoof at the princess 
>”Oh, he’ll be fine.”
>Twilight is positively incensed
>”Fine? Suicide is permanent! You don’t come back!”
“Princess, a lot of things have happened. Why, just yesterday I was giving her a French Monarchist, and here she is.”
>Rainbow and Fluttershy lean in
>The former asks Twilight what a “monarchist” is
>The latter asks what “French” is
>Twilight herself is just confused
>”Wait, you do know what death is?”
“Oh, yeah. We’ve been having fun with death, haven’t we, Swirl? Remember our day with Amethyst star?”
>Swirl recalls that vividly
>”Yeah, I wonder how she’s been doing.”
>She turns to Twilight
>”Anyways, death hasn’t been permanent here for something like a week now. Except for Pinkie Pie.”
>Oh, yeah…
“Aw, I’d almost forgotten about that. At least Applejack’s in jail over that.”
>Twilight is now thoroughly confused
>So are the other two
>”Is there somepony else I can ask about what’s going on?”
>A second familiar voice interjects
>”Here I am!”
>It’s Reddie Bread
>Twilight loudly asks
>”And who are you? Literally, I’ve never seen you before. Are you one of Pinkie’s cousins?”
>”Even better!”
>Reddie shouts, taking off his hat and flamboyantly throwing it aside
>Then he takes off… his…
>Moustache…
>Holy shit, it’s Pinkie Pie!
>Rainbow Dash looks at her and says
>”Pinkie, what are you doing?”
>Swirl, however is just as surprised as you are
>”By Celestia, didn’t you die?”
>Pinkie jumps up while shouting
>”Yup!”
>”But how did you survive?”
>”No idea! Now, you two run along while I clear all this up.”
>As you and Swirl back off, as Pinkie takes over
>Her frenetic style of description leaves the trio of element-bearers confused
>As you turn and walk away, you can hear Rainbow Dash very loudly understand what she’s talking about
>”WWWHHHAAT!!??”
>In fact, most of Ponyville probably heard it
>You and Swirl speed up from a trot to a run
 
>You’re back in your house
>The loud, almost argumentative explanation has moved to the other side of town
>Swirl sits on the floor
>You are sitting in your favorite chair
>”I can’t believe that Reddie was Pinkie all along…”
“I don’t think anypony could have seen it coming.”
>”Yeah… ”
>You sit back and relax
>Yep, this is a pretty nice chair
“I’m just relieved that she’s alive.”
>She crawls up and leans against your legs
>”Want to celebrate?”
>You think you know where this is going
“What do you have in mind?”
>She sits up
>”I could suck your dick. Maybe something more extreme, if you want.”
>You sigh
“Come on, can’t we just cuddle and enjoy each other’s company?”
>”Oh, but that’s boring!”
>You roll your eyes
“Can we at least give it a try?”
>She avoids your eyes
>”…Fine.”
“Hop on up here.”
>She crawls on top of you, sitting on your lap
>You put one hoof around the back of her head, and another around her upper back
>You pull her close
>She’s still guarded, her legs in between your bodies
“Hey, relax. I don’t bite.”
>She obeys, and her legs fall to your sides
>You rub her back with your hoof
>Your heads are right next to each other
>The heat of her body slowly melts away the stresses of the past weeks
>This is more comfortable than you have ever felt since you were a foal
>You can tell that Swirl doesn’t agree, though
>She’s still tense
>Her wings are folded in tightly
>It puts a damper on your mood
“What’s wrong?”
>She speaks slowly
>”This doesn’t feel quite right. Why are you doing this?”
“I think I love you.”
>It takes a while for her to respond
“…Oh.”
>A few seconds pass in silence
“Well, do you feel the same way about me?”
>”Uh…”
>She is looking away from you
>”Can I get back to you on that?”
>You can’t help but feel offended, but you aren’t sure why
>She stands up, gets off of you, and starts pacing the room
>It takes forever and a day, but eventually she asks you a question back
>”Are you sure you don’t just want a casual thing?”
“Swirl, we’ve been through a lot. Even now, we’re a really complicated pair. Why not take it the whole way?”
>”But we don’t have that kind of relationship!”
>You remember when you said the same thing to her
>Time to pull out the same response as she pulled on you
“Swirl, you’ve let me kill you and fuck you more times than I can count. What’s the holdup?”
>”I just didn’t expect this! I need a while to think about it!”
>Alright, you won’t push it any further
>Actually, your sex life means that she has spent a lot of time dead
>Maybe that’s why this is all catching her off-guard?
>You’ve literally had more time to think about it in the weeks you’ve been with her
>Well, there’s how you’re going to help her think through it
“How about this: Come back tonight, and I’ll have my fun with you. After that, no more for you until you have an answer.”
>She stares at the ceiling briefly, before sighing
>”Deal.”
“Alright. I’ll see you then.”
>She takes one look at you before walking out the since-repaired door
>You hope that she decides she likes you
 
>That evening, there’s a knocking at your front door
>When you open it, it’s Swirl
>She enters, and you close the door behind her
>She starts
>”I did some thinking…”
>A slight hint of fear invades her voice
>”…And yes, I do believe that I love you back. At least, I feel strongly about you somehow.”
>You run up and hug her
“I’m so glad to hear that!”
>”Hey, hey!”
>She pushes you off lightly
>”I believe you said I’d be getting some sex tonight.”
>She says it lightheartedly
>You take a second to compose yourself
“Got it, got it. Anything in particular? I think I know one way to do it that will let you see your own head tomorrow.”
>”I’ll leave it up to you.”
>She suddenly remembers something
>”Oh, one more thing! Twilight looked at the knife.”
>”The enchantment is really complicated, but apparently, touching is how it keeps you protected, being injured by it just makes it last longer.”
“Wow, really? Makes my plan a lot easier.”
>She starts to tense up with excitement
>”What’s your plan?”
“Well, I have this piano wire…”
>”I thought you didn’t play piano.”
“I don’t, but a friend does, and I did a favor for him. Don’t ask why he paid me in piano wire, I don’t know. Anyways…”
“How about I take you from behind, while using that around your throat?”
>Her hind legs rub against each other
>”Won’t that… kill me a bit early?”
“If you’re having too much fun, I can ease off the pressure.”
>”Oooh… let’s go. Let’s do it.”
>She’s positively giddy
“Slow down, we’re doing this outside. It will be easier to clean up.”
>You walk over and get the piano wire in question
>You’ve already prepared it for your idea
>It’s very long and connected at both ends, and has been twisted once to make a figure eight
>You put some tough padding on the back of your neck and wear one of the wire loops over it
>This is going to be good, assuming it doesn’t hurt you
>You walk out to the back yard, where Swirl is waiting for you
>She is presenting for you
>You can’t help but smile
>You walk across the grass to her, lining up your shot
>You shove her marehood’s lips aside push your hard cock into her, until you can’t go any further
>With your head above hers, you maneuver the wire until you can slip it over her head
>After making sure it’s around her neck, you whisper into her ear
“You ready?”
>She nods, breathing heavily
>You move in and out of her, planting your front hooves on her back
>She begins to whimper
>Once you get into the swing of things, you push off of her
>The wire tugs against the back of your head, but the padding keeps it soft
>For Swirl, however, it’s a bit more serious
>Her noises stop instantly, and are replaced by her attempting to breathe through the pressure
>As you thrust into her, it becomes slightly harder or easier for her to use her throat
>Her choking takes on the same rhythm as your movements
>After she starts flailing from lack of air, you let up
>You fall back onto her
“How was that?”
>She says through her panting
>”Not enough!”
>You push down on her shoulders again, and keep fucking
>She is so unbelievably wet that it’s easy
>Her front legs are splayed to the sides from the weight of your body on her back
>Her rear is still in the air
>She begins to convulse and spasm from the choking
>It even looks like her face is turning completely red
>Her frenzied jittering feels great on your dick
>You give her a few more seconds before letting up again
>She chokes and coughs, laying on the grass as you ram her
“Now, how was that?”
>Her voice is raspy and broken
>”Still not enough!”
>She goes back to breathing as fast as possible
>You give her a few seconds to catch her breath
>Then, you pull up one last time
>You start pounding her as hard and fast as possible
>Her head is pulled up by the wire pushing against her neck
>As you rub her in and out with your throbbing cock, she begins to scrabble around
>Her hooves try and find traction somewhere, but they’re pinned
>You look down at her
>Her tongue is hanging out
>There’s a massive smile on her face, which is aimed towards the sky by the pull of the wire
>Even as her face is turning red
>You start unconsciously pushing against her even harder
>Her jerking reaches its peak
>You keep pushing her down against the improvised garotte
>As she slowly starts to return to limpness, you realize what’s going on
>She has just died
>You cum instantly, your mind overtaken by the feeling of power at using her
>It doesn’t last long, however
>After a few seconds, one of your hooves slips off of her
>It plants itself in the ground next to her body
>You look down and see that it’s in a pool of blood
>As you take the wire off from around your neck, you realize that it’s not moving from hers
>It’s actually embedded in her throat
>It has cut a groove from being pulled on so hard
>You get off of her
>On her side, slightly covered by her wing, is a series of cuts
>That’s where she was holding the knife, which is now laying in the grass next to her
>You probably should have checked that earlier
>You promised that you would show her her own head after it had been used by you
>You pick up the knife and get to work cutting it off, planning the rest of the night to use it as best as possible