Warning!!! This chapter has overly large amounts of gore. Feel free to skim about two thirds of the chapter to the marker that I have set at the end of the gore. However the gore scenes of this chapter are very important because they deal with Scootaloo’s mind’s progression, though after this chapter there will be no other large gore scenes for the rest of the story.

So please take solace in that, there will be plenty of torture scenes and that may get gory, but not to this level. Read on my crazy ponies!!!

Cold nipped at my hooves as everything around me felt numb, no not numb, that wasn’t the right word for it. It was more similar to, empty. Like I was made of air, and everything was heavier than I was.

“Time to wake up, you brat!” Freezing water rained onto me, but I didn’t flinch opening my eyes slowly and looking up. The green guard pony was standing in front of me, with a bucket that had his aura around it. “Oh good, you're awake.” His magic dried me instantly, and I looked around.

We were in a red room like the one Master and I were in with the other pony. There was a single light in the ceiling, which flickered slightly. The white walls had blood stains and other marks. This room had been used many times. In fact, many of the tools were still soaked in blood and bits of flesh.

“So?” I asked with lazy eyes and a blank expression.

A growled rolled off his throat, but then his body relaxed, and he grinned. “I'll cure you of that attitude real fast, believe me.”

Lacking even an ounce of emotion, I countered, “Try me.”

“You want to die, don’t you?”

Without knowing it, he had hit the nail on the head. In a fashion by which made me seem bored, I tilted my head. “Did I say I wanted to be alive?” Pain seeped into my hooves, and I tensed up as I realized that I was upside down and hanging from a wooden cross. All four of my hooves were stretched out. However my limbs were plenty limber, so it was comfortable. Almost like I was laying flat on the ground, and it didn’t matter that I was upside down.

“Oh? I bet you’re quite the screamer.” A small knife floated in the air. “How about we hear you scream.”

The knife stuck into my right upper foreleg, piercing an inch or two deep. A nasty feeling rippled through my body, but it was a feeling that I had grown quite used to. Luckily for me—on some level—it was just a random spot that I wouldn’t affect my walking. For a moment we stared at each other. His eyebrow rose when I didn’t even bat an eyelash, and I started to laugh at him. He looked at the knife and then pulled it out.

“Really!?” I shouted laughing harder. “That’s the worse you got! Come on at least chop off a limb!” He backed up startled. “Oh come on! You can’t possibly be that sad. You were doing just fine when you were in the arena—” I stopped. “Oh wait! You killed your pony before he was meant to die! I guess you just buck up everything!” I hollered laughing hard making the cross shake.

“SHUT UP!” he screamed, punching me. I started to laugh almost too hard, causing me to have trouble breathing.

“Oh, I can’t breathe!” He punched me again and again as I laughed at him. Each sad excuse for a punch made me laugh harder. He stopped breathing hard as blood ran down my body from cuts. I was still laughing at him even though I was choking from the pain.

While this beating was painful, it was nothing compared to Master’s. At least Master knew how to make me fear him. This pony had nothing on me, he knew nothing and could only torture and kill me. My laughs were worth more than his life.

His teeth ground together. “Fine.” Slowly I stopped laughing when his body relaxed, and he grinned. “You think that this is a joke. I see, here let me enlighten you.” Magic turned my cross which was on a hinge, and my eyes went wide seeing Balai flat on a wooden stand that was on of a table in the center of the room. The wooden stand had hinges where her shoulder and plot bent. His body had hidden her from my sight.

She was strapped to the stand. It ran along her back and all the way up to her head. A wooden board ran behind each one of her legs holding her painfully in place. The straps cut into her hooves, spikes on the inside made it so she couldn’t just slide out of them. She struggled. Scared so badly that she had wet herself.

“So what’s your point?” I asked, trying to hide my panic. Even though I knew Balai for only a short time, she was still my friend.

“You can’t see around you very well, can you?” He spun my cross allowing me to see the torture tools completely covering the walls. Balai didn’t have a mark on her, but that didn’t mean anything. They still probably scared her.

“Amusing, but why are you doing this to her?”

“You put three guards into the hospital, two are in comas, and one has a completely smashed jaw! He won’t be able to move it again! And that’s if he doesn’t die in surgery! You should get worse!”

“But she didn’t do anything! And you attacked us first!”

“Doesn’t matter, Jerard has been found guilty of capital crimes. All those related to him are being put to death. Normally we would make this public, but since he’s so well known to the world, we’re doing it quietly.”

“How much?”

“What?”

“For her life.”

“You can’t buy your-”

“NOT MY LIFE! HERS!” I screamed, and he froze. “Dying would be a blessing to me at this point. I’d only thank you if you made it slow and painful. Even if you put me through nightmares a hundred times, it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Oh? Even if your master is dead?”

“He made me kill a pony; I shouldn’t be alive. Balai though, she hasn’t done anything to deserve this. Please, I'll do anything, just let her go. Name your price. I'll find a way to pay you, I promise.”

“Sorry, orders.” He grinned, churning my insides. “Plus I’m not taking a chance on that. If I fail, I lose my head, so I don’t have much of a choice.” A whip with metal squares in it floated into the air, and he took it with his hoof.

My body crawled and shocked me as panic seeped into my veins. “Stop! Wait, she didn’t do anything!”

“Sorry, doesn’t matter.”

“Stop!” The whip came down with an ear piercing crackle as the sharp squares slashed into Balai’s flesh. Blood sprayed across the room as he pulled back. “STOP!” I screamed, and he laughed.

“Am I getting to you now?” he growled, grinning.

“I'll kill you! I swear to Celestia, I'll rip your spine out!”

“Good luck with that!” I struggled harder, making the metal bindings laugh at me as they held fast. Balai started screaming behind her gag, struggling as blood started to roll off her large belly gash.

“Wait! What’s your name!?” I screamed. He didn’t turn as the whip came down again across Balai’s belly again, this time tracing very close to the last carved out line. “Mine’s Scootaloo!” He stopped and looked at me.

“Coffin Creed.”

“Can I call you Coffin?”

“I don’t care. You’re still going to die. Also since you won’t scream. I'll have to make her scream for you.”

“Wait, please let’s talk about this!” His whip crackled through the air as it came down across Balai’s face. He pulled back slashing her cheek, ripping across her snout, and up her forehead, tearing out a very large chunk of flesh like a pair of shark teeth. Coffin had angled the blade, causing the flesh and blood to spray me, and forcing me to look away. Tears ran down my face, mixing with the blood.

“What’s wrong? Not enjoying the show!?” His magic gasped my chin, making me look at Balai. “Oh come on, you have to enjoy the show.” Coffin walked over to the furnace and pulled out a long, white hot pole.

The pole caused water in the air to steam. He went over to Balai, and I struggled with every fiber of my being, as the metal restraints started to screech. The sizzle of her flesh caused Balai to scream so hard, her body vibrated violently. Coffin pressed the pole deep, sealing the gash across her face. He chuckled to himself as he continued to seal the remaining cuts, and then placed the pole back inside the blistering hot furnace. Tears covered Balai’s face, and he grinned wider.

“Please, what do you want?! I can get you anything!”

“You have nothing I want.”

“Please!” A gag was shoved into my mouth, shutting me up. Coffin walked over to the wall, looking around.

A box of wooden nails flew off a shelf, along with a hammer, before settling down next to Balai’s head. One nail flew into the air hovering over her left foreleg’s hoof. Coffin picked up the hammer.

She shook her head as he brought the hammer down, sending the nail through her hoof easily. Balai screamed into her gag as the nail splintered against her bone. Another nail floated over the same hoof in a different place, and he brought the hammer down again. Like the first one, it went in, and shattered against her bone, making her scream as tiny bits of the nail fractured under her skin.

Coffin laughed looking at me as he began to hammer nail after nail into Balai’s hooves, moving to a new hoof once the hoof became a bloody bag of mashed meat. Once her hooves no longer stopped the nails in the slightest, he wiped the sweat from his brow, putting the hammer and nails on the wall again.

“Normally, I’d have you start walking around, but I’m not allowed to have you leave this room.” A piece of burning wood came out of the furnace and flew over to Balai’s mane. The piece brushed against her hair, starting it on fire. She shook as the fire ran up along her hair. The wood then flew down to her tail, starting it on fire as well.

The small blaze climbed along her tail and mane, filling the air with a horrid smell causing the stallion to cough. It burned all the way to her head and started burning what fur was within reach of the fire.

It went out after a minute, leaving burned skin in its wake. Balai’s tail twisted in what I imagined would be agony. The smell of charred flesh filled the air causing Balai to start choking. As Coffin gagged on the smell, he turned on a fan to purge the air. Once the air was clear, he turned it off. Floating a knife over to him, he started humming a song of some sort as he brought the knife over her belly.

His blade pressed against her skin and cut into it deeply, leaving a large open wound. With his magic, he opened the wound wide, ripping the edges. A magic mist went inside, and she squirmed as it started sending small streams of blood out of her.

Coffin reached inside after a minute and pulled out her uterus. Horror went through me—no, horror was an understatement—as her foal fell out of the uterus, swinging in the air from its cord. His eyes went wide, and he began to laugh tossing the uterus and foal into a trashcan behind him. My metal restraints started to bend slightly as I kept pressure on them not caring that they cut into me and sent blood rolling down my legs.

“Looks like somepony was pregnant.” He laughed as his magic closed her wound. “That’s too bad. Oh well.” He went below her, and I froze solid as his member was to length under him, sliding along the table. She shook her head what little she could as he moved up against her and thrust inside her.

She screamed, and he pulled out most of the way, covered in blood. He smirked as he started thrusting inside her painfully hard. My restraints screamed as he finished inside, taking only twenty seconds, coating himself and her, with his bastard’s puss.

My skin started to rip, making blood roll down my legs. I needed to kill him! I needed to stop him! I screamed in rage as he wiped his member on her leg. His hoof took the knife once again and made quick slashes around her maid dress cutie mark.

Balai had stopped struggling after he finished inside her. Her dead look made me cringe as I still fought. He ripped off her cutie mark and tossed it into the trashcan. Then did so with the other side as well.

The knife floated back to the wall being replaced by a saw. Coffin went to her head and smiled as he started sawing off her horn. It snapped off after he got halfway through, and he looked at it. A black crystal ring was on it. He took off the ring and it evaporated.

Angling the horn over her right eye, he stabbed it down into it. His monstrous grin couldn’t go wider as the eye came out wrapped around the horn. His magically pulled the eye off and tossed it into the trash. He then brought down the horn on the second eye completely blinding her this time.

Coffin wiped his brow sweating. A small metal sledge hammer replaced his saw, and he stopped, seeing the dead expression on her face. She wheezed quietly, and he sighed putting the hammer back onto the wall.

“Well that was really quick.” He pulled up her legs with his magic. The wooden restraint she was on, hinged at her joints, forcing her to stand upside down with her back against the table. His magic held her legs in place as he locked the wooden leg boards into place. Then, he slid wooden blocks under her plot forcing it up at an angle. Her bottom half was completely pointing up to the ceiling. His magic removed my gag.

“I'll kill you,” I growled, and he laughed. “I swear to you, you will not be walking out of this room, what I’m going to do to you will make what you’re doing to her seem like a blessing!”

“Can’t you see it?” His hoof pointed up making me look up at a large black box over Balai’s table. Everything went numb. I stared shocked, my body shook seeing at least ten huge tree-eating metal blades. Each one at least three inches thick and a yard in diameter. “Are you scared yet?” I blinked sucking in air realizing I had frozen showing my shock.

“I'll never be scared of you.”

“Oh, so you want to know more do you? You see that is a tree shredder. You throw wood in there to get tiny bits for firewood. Makes a better fire and it’s lighter. This shredder though has been specially modified for flesh.”

“You think that’s scary?! You’re an idiot!”

Coffin scoffed, smirking. “Normally it’d jam or kill them too quickly. This however heats up so hot, that it sears the wound closed as it’s making it. Of course as blood, flesh, and bone get into the mix it slowly cools, causing them to bleed out so slowly, it’s like paper cuts. Plus since they are hung upside down while they are being fed into the machine, it takes hours to fully eat a pony at the lowest speed. Of course I don’t have that long so...”

“You think that’s bad? Compared to what I’m going to do to you, this will seem like a blessing!” I shouted.

Laughing, he went over to the wall pressing a big green button, one of four. The machine made a low hum as it started, but then the blades started turning slowly. The scream of metal made me fight against my restraints more.

“We’ll see about that won't we.”

The machine started lowering as he pressed a yellow button making it go down quickly through the open space. It reached her hooves and started cutting, making him let go of the button. Her body shook as it sliced centimeter thin layers off of her hooves.

My metal restraints started to scream again, being masked by the machine’s noise. My muscles screamed at me, forcing me to stop pulling. The machine had almost made it to her knees. However that only made me ignore the searing pain. Coffin didn’t look at me, he just laughed, watching.

Slowly, my skin started to rip off as I pulled harder and harder each time, slowly sliding my hooves out from the restraints. Then everything froze as a realization dawned on me. I was trying to break the restraints, I needed to slide out!

Coffin watched, almost in some kind of trance, enjoying every second of it as the blades made it past her upper legs. I held in a scream as the blades finished with her legs and started chopping away at her lower half having been angled upward.

One hoof, a single hoof was all I needed! It took me over half an hour of slowly skinning them to get free. As they bled, it allowed me to slide just a tiny bit faster. My right foreleg slid out first.

Then with that one hoof loose, I easily wrapped it around my other one and pulled, ripping my other foreleg free. Pushing against the restraints, I freed my hind hooves with bloody might, causing the hoof guards to fall onto the hard stone floor with a loud metal clang that was just barely audible above the machine.

The second his ear flickered, he turned toward me, but it was too late for him. I pressed my hind hooves against the wall, and pushed every last bit of strength I had into them. He gasped, not able to react, as I launched off so hard and fast my bones crushed against each other from the pressure.

Oh the feeling I felt while I watched his expression go in slow motion. My bloody, skinned hoof molded into his face sending him flying into the wall so hard, that the entire stone wall cracked from his hit.

Quickly I spread out my wings, knocking a few tools off as I slid to a halt on the workbench, leaving a bloody trail in my wake. All of my muscles quivered in pain as my right hoof made a cracking sound from the painful punch. However, that didn’t stop me from hitting the red button, causing the blades to stop and the machine to rise.

Without a moment of hesitation, I jumped across to the table and gasped seeing her mutilated body. She had no limbs left, and at least a third of her plot was completely gone. Even if she lived, she’d be living in a hell worse than Tartarus. The room seemed to shake as tears flooded my face, I couldn’t save her in time. How useless was I? I couldn’t even save one of the only ponies that had ever helped me, let alone tried to save me.

“I’m so sorry,” I cried putting my hoof on her chest. She coughed behind her gag and I stumbled backwards falling onto the floor with a loud thud against the stone floor. As fast as I could, I jumped onto the table and took out the gag.

First she gasped, and then, two words came out of her mouth. “Kill me,” Balai whispered in a cry of agony. Everything blurred for a moment before coming back into focus. Everything was shaking again somehow, and I stepped back ending on the edge of the metal table almost falling off again.

“Bal-Balai?”

“Please,” she cried with a sore voice. “I need to die, please.”

“But.”

“Scootaloo, I stopped feeling everything when he ripped out my uterus. I can’t see, but I know something is missing.” I looked at her body. “Please, don’t make me live like whatever I’ve become.” She coughed out blood. “You’re my friend right?” she asked.

“Y-yes?” I choked on my words.

“I can’t feel anything right now, but I don’t know how long that will last. I need to die before I can feel things again. Please Scootaloo, I need your help. Friends help other friends, and I really need your help to do this.”

“You’re asking me to kill you,” my voice broke.

“Please be my friend, Scootaloo.” My tears fell onto her cheek. Even if I wanted to save her, I couldn’t like this. There was nothing I could do. She was right, I needed to help her, I needed to be a true friend, because a friend wouldn’t allow this. A friend wouldn’t refuse to give such a mercy. If I was her, I’d want the same. It only took me a moment to spot a knife on the wall. I flew over and grabbed it.

Burning pain went through my skinned hooves, but that didn’t matter. This wasn’t the first time I had killed a pony, I had done this before, I had watched pony murder, and I had enjoyed it all. But nothing mattered anymore, just helping a friend. For the last time everything shook around me as I flew back over to her. I had to muffle my own cries so she wouldn’t feel bad as I helped her.

“A-are you sure? Is this-is-is this what you want?”

“Find Jerard.” My bones locked. “You need him if you want to escape. Go as soon as you’re done with me; you need to live.” The knife vibrated as I stared at it. She was right, I needed Master to escape. Not only was I in a foreign kingdom, but I was wanted. “Now please help me, release me from this hell,” she begged. With my arm I wiped my eyes trying to get the tears out of them, but it was pointless.

“I love you, Balai. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

“I love you to, Scootaloo, and it’s not your fault.” Her smile made me grit my teeth, and I slashed with the knife, cutting through her throat easily, but I had missed my mark. She gurgled as blood poured out of her neck and onto the table. The knife dropped, falling to the metal table as the blood flowed onto the floor.

Her body finally stopped twitching after thirty seven seconds. It took that long for her to finally bleed out. Releasing her from her hell, but trapping me in a new one. I looked up and my tears slowly stopped flowing. Balai was no longer suffering. She was finally free from this nightmare.

Soon my gaze drifted to Coffin as my sadness changed to rage. He was knocked out cold against the wall. If Master wasn’t dead by now, he wouldn’t be when I was done with Coffin. Being as careful as possible, I removed Balai’s body from the table and set it to the side. Sadly I couldn’t bury her, but I could avenge her.

My bloody hooves squashed against the ground as I went over to Coffin, and I dragged him onto the table. His head slammed against the table as I lifted him up. It took me a minute to set him in place before strapping him down to the table, removing his gold armor.

The knife I had used to release Balai slipped slightly on my hoof, but that didn’t stop me from stabbing it into his foreleg. When his eyes opened, he let out a scream of pain, and moved his head up just as I stomped down on his horn, breaking it off with a loud, brittle snap.

“Ahhhhh, bitch!” Coffin struggled desperately.

Slowly, I put my hoof on the hilt of the knife. It swirled it around, but I never looked away from him. With a quick motion I pulled it out and stabbed him again in his foreleg. He screamed in pain, and I punched him. My body drifted to his ear, and terror went through him as tears went down his face.

“I told you I was going to kill you, and now... you will understand what I meant when I said what you did to her was a blessing. I want to hear you scream.”

Watching my step, I went around above his skull and sat down. Twilight had once given me a book on equestrian anatomy. The one thing I was interested in was the brain and how we only feel pain because of the brain.

My knife slid along his skull, cutting through his flesh, while he screamed. Oh so slowly, I peeled back the skin, tossing it onto the floor. His pink skull shined without skin. My knife wouldn’t work for the skull.

After putting my knife in my pocket, I jumped over to the wall, plucking a large spike and saw from the wall before jumping back over. I went to his head and hit with the back of the spike with my hoof creating a small hole.

Then I took the saw and lifted it up. The sawing of bone gave me a slight chill as I cut out a large square in his skull. My body rolled in pleasure as he screamed in pain. I pulled the skull piece off, exposing a section of his brain. Carefully I reached inside with the knife and cut a bit. He gasped and then started breathing hard. The skull piece fit perfectly into place, sealing it, and stopping brain juice from leaking out.

“What did you just do?!” he shouted.

“You stopped screaming,” I said flatly, getting up and flying over the wall, putting the spike and saw back and getting a clamp.

“What did you do!?”

“I nipped your brain’s pain center.” My mouth watered. “That way you feel everything at a highly increased rate.” Turning, I flew over to him and landed between his hind legs.

“What do you mean by that!?”

“Basically, a paper cut will feel like somepony slashed you with a sword.” My smiled grew wider, breathing lightly on his stallion-hood. His body cringed as it pulsed. “You took everything from my friend.” I blew along his tip. “You killed her foal.” I blew again. “An innocent life’s blood is on your hooves, and you laughed as you put her unborn foal in the trashcan. Like it was nothing.”

“It was my orders!” he barked, and I blew onto him.

“I don’t care if they were your orders or not. You don’t take innocent lives, no matter the reason.” Though I was worse than him. Not only had I killed an innocent, but I killed a friend. It didn’t matter that she begged me. I still slit her throat. His member stood up at full salute, and I leaned back. “Wow,” I chuckled, staring at his rather small dick.

“Shut up!” he screamed high pitched, and I started laughing.

“I’ve seen foals with bigger dicks than this! Now I feel sad that such a sorry excuse for a cock even touched my friend!”

“Shut up!” He struggled more, but stopped as I picked up a clamp, brushing it against his ball sack.

“Now that’s no way to speak to me.” It clamped on his balls, and he grunted painfully as it cut off circulation. “You should know when to shut up!” The air was knocked out of him when I punched him in the balls.

“Bitch,” he coughed. I pulled my knife out of my pocket and sliced the blade lightly up his thigh, and he screamed.

“That wasn’t more than a scratch.” He looked down, and horror went across his face as I stabbed the knife into his thigh again. His sweet music filled my ears so wonderfully, and with each phrase I stabbed again. “I had to. Kill my friend. With this knife. So you’re going to. Feel no mercy by its blade.”

“You think you can get away with this!?”

“I don’t care if I die here or fighting my way out. But I promise you there’s going to be a graveyard needing to be built once I’m done here. This I swear to you.”

“You won’t make it even that far!”

My laugh made his hair stand on end. “There is one thing I do need to thank you for though. You taught me why Master had me kill. Sometimes you don’t have a choice, and you need to murder if you want to save or help ponies. Sometimes you need to put them out because you love them.”

It was funny, when Balai was dying, I couldn’t stop crying, but now, not a single tear left my eyes. Balai’s old gag slipped slightly, but I managed to shove it into his mouth. My beautiful knife slid out of his thigh easily.

With clear aim I brought my knife back down in a different area, not to going too deep, but deep enough that it hurt like hell. Then I stopped for a moment, and looked around. There was something that I had forgotten.

As I got up, putting my knife into my pocket, I looked around for a moment before spying what I had been searching for. I quickly grabbed the goggles and plastic cover, donning them to protect my eyes and mouth. Then I quickly wrapped my hooves from a first aid kit. Wonderful thought crept through me when I spied hooks hanging from the ceiling around the tree shredder.

My wings spread and flapped, flying me into the air. The chain from the one hook that I pulled down shook, causing the hooks to clang together loudly. The hooks looped his skin so easily, ripping through almost like he was made of butter. When I undid his straps, he flailed around for a few second. A chain to a pulley shined being the cleanest thing in the room. It felt great as I pulled on it, lifting him into the air at least half a yard.

His body flipped over, hanging his hooves below him, and once again his wondrous scream filled the air so sweetly as the hooks ripped even more skin. With a swift kick I knocked the table out from under Coffin. Then I lowered him, hooking the metal chain on a hook on the wall holding him in place hanging.

Blood dripped to the ground as he hung a few inches from the floor. It was enough to be able to swing him, but he couldn’t touch anything at all. So I pushed him and he screamed a magnificent melody, it would give Sweetie Belle a run for her money from how beautiful his screams of agony were.

If felt great to finally be the one to be causing the pain, to finally feel free of my unending torment. Chains connected to the ground were a bit heavy, but were easily locked around all four of his hooves. I pulled out my knife and put it into my mouth, smiling.

My body shuttered in excitement as I went forward with the knife. Horror went across the de-horned unicorn’s face. The blade’s edge pressed against Coffin’s side, and he cried out as it broke through his skin. Oh, it slid into him so easily, I couldn’t believe it. It was almost like cutting a piece of bread.

Once the blade went an inch deep into his skin, I whipped my head to the side sending blood across the room. Blood dripped down the knife to my lips and my body spun in enjoyment, causing me moan, blushing as the feeling played with my insides in such wonderful warm and wet delight.

Everything spun as my head returned to another spot right next to the last slash of my beautiful blade. It once again easily dug into the pony’s skin. My head turned, and my mind swirled as blood once more shot across the room and sprayed across my side. An excited giggle escaped me.

Blood, oh it felt so good, almost like pure joy, it was warm, yet wet, slippery, but like metal. It was the perfect liquid. Every cell of my body turned in delight, as the smell of the oozing red slime of life filled my lungs. My mouth watered as I remembered ripping out my feathers. Ohhh hhhhow I wanted to do it again.

“Oh Coffin.” Sitting down, I bit my lip looking down. “You’ve made me so wet, aren’t you proud of yourself?” My hoof crashed against his side filling the air with screams. “You made a filly wet.” I bit my tongue, smiling.

Even though Coffin cried and screamed. I knew for a fact he was enjoying this as much as me. Once I finished, he would thank me. How could he not? I was giving him so much; I was even bathing in his warm blood.

Not even Master was that kind to me. All he did was play around. He needed to shower in my blood. I needed to show him all that I wanted once I found him. I mean how blind was I not to notice this? Master was right, this was bliss.

I brought the knife to Coffin’s side, cutting in him lightly, I then ran under him pointing the knife up and slicing across his belly. His body jostled and struggled against the chains and hooks that held him as my lips twisted into a grin. Blood rained down on me as I ended up on the other side of him.

My head turned, cutting into him, and I started slicing his side shallowly. Creating nicks in his skin, blood ran down his side, dripping to the floor. Several bones cracked when I stretched out, twisting my wings, and readying them. I tossed the knife into the air catching it with my wing.

With a quick motion, my wing swiped in the blink of an eye, and blood sprayed up into the air raining down onto me. My eyes danced back and forth as his life’s juice ran down my goggles, dripping to the floor.

His screams were so beautiful, I almost questioned whether after this I was going to save Master first, or fuck him silly. A large gash on his side started bleeding, pouring blood onto the floor from the wound.

Altogether it wasn’t that deep, but bled enough. Standing on two hooves, I placed my other two on his bloody side, balancing myself. Oh that beautiful scream, it rocked through my body so well. Leaning forward I placed my tongue inside the open wound and swirled around nipping his flesh with my teeth, tearing open a small hole.

Rivers of tears streamed down his face as my tongue laced his ribs, tearing into his muscles like they were made from wet bread. Everything inside me turned in such a good way, I cringed, oh I wanted to feel Master even if it hurt. Even if I bled, it would be worth it. My tongue slid out, and blood streamed off my chin.

His insides were so warm and soft. So I slashed again with my wing making a large X, but much deeper this time. It felt weird how rubbery his fat and skin felt as I bit onto the bottom corner of the cut and pulled down, making him gasp as I ripped part of his belly off his bones, showing his bleeding insides.

By Celestia, what beautiful red muscles. Each strain built up his body just perfectly. Each and every bit. My body trembled in excitement. Pulling my hoof back, I punched, snapping a rib with a clean break. Fat ripped as I grabbed it with my teeth and pulled, making the veins and muscle from its spot twist as it was ripped out. A mist of blood sprayed me, and I smile as it dripped off my clothes. I threw it to the side, going forward.

Coffin choked as I buried my face into his open side, mashing my face into his plush, bleeding fat. I rubbed my cheek in, sliding my face inside him. Oh this was a nightmare of joy; it was like I was floating on a river of blood. Absorbing all the warmth and splendor. This felt so good, almost nothing compared.

Blood poured out of his side, and I stopped. He was bleeding out, and I couldn’t let that happen. I needed more blood from him, but slower. This pony needed more pain to understand, so I went over to the furnace and smiled seeing a large white pan.

The white hot pan was the perfect size. After putting my knife away I took it with my wing, my gifts from Master burned with wondrous rage. Letting me hold it close, singeing my fur just barely. A growled rolled in my throat as burning swelled inside me, and I jumped to the ground.

Fear, wonderful fear, went across him as I turned and pressed the pan to the large open wound searing it closed, and stopping the bleeding completely in seconds. Charred fleshed filled the air as I pulled the pan back from the wound, causing me to gag and shiver at the familiar smell.

Coffin was no longer bleeding, so I tossed the pan back into the fire, and I grabbed the knife. Wet salty tears ran down his face as I went over to his foreleg thigh. My blade slid along his thigh.

His body convulsed as the blade cut clean into it. Then I started to drill into his muscle, breaking through to the other side. Angling down with the sharp edge, I pushed down hard. My blade went clean through, slicing a large piece of muscle clean off. Leaving a large missing area in his leg.

The chunk of meat fell to the ground with a splat. My hoof moved, stomping on it, and then twisting it into the ground. Turning back to him, I grabbed the knife with my wing, taking it out of my mouth. Going forward, I kissed into the open wound, going in with my tongue, and twisting inside, feeling around.

His leg artery felt smooth like a thin, rubber pipe. My tongue wrapped around it, and my teeth clamped down cutting it. Coffin struggled, but without the muscle he couldn’t move his leg to really stop me. I tied off the artery easily and then pulled out.

Blood ran to the floor, rolling off my cheeks. My wing put the knife back inside my mouth allowing me to aim it and start slicing off bits of muscle from the now dying leg. Pieces of leg flew all over the place as I went at it like a blender. Just a few bits of muscle remained holding up his leg bones.

“Ah just perfect,” I hummed, tracing along his burnt side with my knife and cutting through his flesh. “Nothing to say?” I asked, spinning on my front hooves and bucking his side, snapping a few ribs. His body shook violently as blood started drooling out of the holes in the gag to the floor.

When I went behind him, I looked down. He was no longer hard, and his balls were a dark blue. With a quick slice, I cut open his sac. Two white balls fell out, hanging. The chains shook as he struggled, and I put my knife away. Biting down on his red veins, I ripped them out with a single pull, sending blood raining down onto my protective gear.

His body revolted against him, and I chuckled. Going around to the front of him, I took out his gag. A quick punch to his jaw caused him to open his mouth for a moment. Then I shoved them down his throat.

My hoof slammed against his jaw as he tried to spit them out, popping them both inside his mouth. He threw them up onto the floor. I barely had time to move out of the way as his puke and blood splattered across the ground. One of his ribs snapped as I punched his side again.

“Now now, Coffin. No going and throwing up food. You’re supposed to swallow what I feed you!” I screamed, as I punched him again, putting my weight into it, and he threw up a lot of blood. “Have you no manners!”

The cold of his skin made me stop, noticing that he was going into shock. It hit me; I wasn’t using magic like he was with Balai to keep him awake. However, this room was made for torture even without magic. A box on the wall marked ‘wake up needles’ stood out to me. After retrieving a needle from the box, I went over to him.

To the best of his ability, he shook his head no. The needle easily broke through his skin, cutting into his neck, and injecting him with its contents. Coffin’s eyes went wide, and his unadulterated beautiful scream filled the air, but I couldn’t have guards showing up to save him. Even though it felt so good to be washed in his lovely scream, I reluctantly shoved the gag back into his mouth.

Pulling my knife out I went under him. He cringed as I softly traced over his tip with my blade’s tip. Blood dripped down as Coffin looked down the best he could. The hooks in his neck pulled taunt, restraining him, but it didn’t stop him from becoming hard and growing to full length once again.

“Oh you naughty boy. Even in so much pain you still get a hard-on for a filly!” Making sure not to bite it off, I bit onto the tip just barely hard enough and held it out. His screams matched his shaking as I cut along the base of his cock and then up the outside. Heavy tears rained down from his face when I used my wings to grasp the skin and pull up, skinning his rape stick.

I pushed up against Coffin, and he started struggling. This caused the hooks to rip, forcing his blood to pour onto my back. Slowly I severed the flesh off him, leaving only the tip left. Over all, I had done a surprisingly good job. All of his dick still intact, but it started shrinking rather quickly; I could only imagine that it was extremely painfully.

Laughing, I bit the tip before pulling it out again. He shook his head doing the only thing left for him to try and stop me, but only ended up making his whole body vibrate as I started carving off muscle, strip by strip till only a few large veins were left still attached. I knotted them and then cut off his tip.

Rubies of life sprayed my goggles as I had the tip in my mouth when it was cut. I picked up the pieces of meat and went over to the furnace, putting the pieces—including the tip—onto the pan and started cooking them. Using thick mittens over my front hooves, I grabbed a near white hot rod.

His eyes drifted to me when I pressed the rod to his hair, catching it on fire, and it easily climbed up his mane. Then I went back and started his tail on fire, chuckling. Coffin’s mane burned, cooking his flesh. It snuffed itself out after only a few minutes, and his tail flickered, sending flakes of burnt skin off.

Moving his tail out of the way with my wing, I aimed the rod. With an easy push, it melted through his hole, searing his insides. I pulled it out and then thrust it back inside him spinning it around inside him. Now, he knew what Balai felt like with him inside her. It must be a horrific feeling. After a while I pulled it out, and he couldn’t scream anymore. So I put the rod back into the fire.

The smell of the cooked flesh made me take in a deep breath. It didn’t smell bad; in fact it was very interesting. I had never before smell cooked meat like this. When I was branded or any number of things, it didn’t smell like this.

Putting the meat onto a small metal pan, I walked over to him, using my wing to carry the pan. However, when I took out the gag, I had to step to the side as he threw up blood all over the floor.

“Don’t die on me yet, we’re far from done!” I started shoving the pieces of his cooked dick down his throat, going too fast for him to spit them out, as he choked on them. A happy grin spread across my face as he was forced to swallow himself to avoid suffocating. After setting down the pan on the floor, I put the gag back into his mouth.

Jumping onto the bench against the wall, I grabbed the hammer and wooden nails along with one with metal nails. The box that the metal nails were in easily burnt away when I tossed it into the fire, and I set the box of wooden nails on his back. Oh yeah, I was getting better at flying, I easily flew up and hovered at his back’s level. Though that didn’t help my aim, it was sloppy at the very best. It took me at least two shots to hit a nail and drive it deep inside his back, hitting bones sometimes.

Two hundred and fifty six nails, that’s how many were all that were in the box. By the time I was done, his entire back was covered in wooden nails, many of which shattered against his bones. Much to my surprise when I jumped onto gilded stallion’s back, his spine snapped, causing his body to unnaturally bend down in middle, making me lose my balance for a second.

“Oh my,” I chuckled, jumping on his back. It had turned into something like a large stretchy piece of rope. Then his muscles started to harden under me and I stopped. With a quick flutter of my wings, I flew over to the furnace and grabbed a pair of pliers, taking out one of the many red hot nails.

Taking the hammer with my wing, I landed close to Coffin’s face, using a footstool to become level with his head. Not being able to move his body any longer, he just stared at me. So I gave him a kind smile and fear went through him.

Switching the hammer to my hoof, I brought the red hot nail up to his eyeball, holding it with the pliers. Foolishly he closed his eyes tight and I hit the nail with the hammer, sending it clean through his eye lid and shallow into his head.

His head bounced as my wings took the hammer and the pliers. Sliding my hoof along his brow, I pushed his skin, causing his eye lid to rip. Tremors went through my body seeing blood tears coming from that eye. Going back to the furnace, and I grabbed another nail from the bottom.

The one eye watched me as I went back up to him. His eye quaked as I hammered the nail right into his eye. Being the only thing his body could do, Coffin’s front half shook having been mostly paralyzed from me breaking his spine.

Tossing the hammer and the pliers away, I pulled the knife out of my pocket. With a quick slash, I cut his hamstrings so he could no longer move his front leg. A few steps back I cut the tendons on his hind legs, he could no longer walk or move. Not like it would matter with his spine broken.

It took me a while to put the table back and place a wooden stand like what Balai had onto Coffin. There were a few extra under the benches around the walls. Except for him being a little heavy, his body was completely limber. It was like dealing with a large sack of rice, plus I had to remove the hooks from his skin. Luckily for me, they ripped out of his soggy and beaten flesh easily.

The shredder turned on as I pressed a button. His ears shot up hearing the twisting and grinning of the soft motors. His head twisted around, and I lowered the machine to his hind hooves which had been raised up like Balai’s hooves.

Whether or not I wanted to stay longer. Master would need me; he was probably in a dangerous situation like this one. That was if he wasn’t ready dead. I pressed the button lowering the machine even faster.

It sliced off the first piece and Coffin’s tears were only blood as it slowly lowered, going an inch every few seconds. Oh how this should last longer, so much longer, but I didn’t have the time, and I couldn’t risk him being saved. Pressing the button again, the machine easily munched through his legs.

Ten minutes, it should have lasted a million, but I stopped as it had eaten away at least half off his body. All his vital organs were still in place though. He could live like this for at least a day or two, but I needed him dead. So I released the button, causing it to lower painfully slow.

As he said it would take hours to fully eat a pony. I jumped off the bench and grunted as the pain in my hooves finally got to me since they hadn’t been wrapped properly. Going over to the first aid kit under the workbenches, I rewrapped my hooves with fresh bandages making sure to clean my wounds.

I sighed as I noticed the dismal state of my clothes. They were covered in flesh and blood from top to bottom and torn in several places. It would be quite the sight if anyone saw me. Not only that, but my clothes were ripped to hell. From an outside view, they wouldn’t know if it was my blood or some pony else's. I chuckled, picking up another needle from the box, going over and stabbing Coffin.

His body jolted into the machine as the shot kept him awake and feeling every second of the shredder cutting him down. I grabbed two large knives and tied them on to my back with rope, and then I put on my hoof guards again over my fresh bandages and made sure they hadn’t gotten dirty. Master wouldn’t like that.

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End of Gore!!! I hope I wasn’t being a horse to death with it(pun intended). Anyway aren’t you glad you made it? I know I am.

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened. There were no hoof steps coming. We were in a torture room, screaming wouldn’t exactly raise an alarm. Plus just killing a filly and a mare would seem like a less than important task. Why have a guard standing by to make sure they don’t escape when they are chained up? I opened the door peering out.

Gray stone floors and heavy doors on stone walls was all that greeted me, with a few wall lights in between doors for light. Quickly I glanced down the long hallway and then back. To my right was the end of the hallway which was a flat stone wall. That meant since I couldn’t see the end of the hallway to the left, it was very likely that I was deep underground. Actually I had no clue where I was, I could be on the moon for all I knew.

Closing the door behind me quickly so not much noise escaped. My hoof guards clanged softly against the stone floor. If it wasn’t for the fact my hoof guards made little to no noise, I would have taken them off. Actually, I barely noticed my guards anymore because I rarely ever had to take them off.

Looking around I spied a door, it was just one of many. Carefully I went across the hallway to another door and pressed my ear to it. Nothing, the room was completely silent. So I opened it and looked inside.

The room was just another torture chamber, but it was clean and hadn’t been used in a while, so he couldn’t have been here. Softly, I closed the door and went from room to room, pressing my ear to the door before entering. They had about twenty torture chambers before I ran into storage rooms. In fact, I came across a ton of storage. All of it filled the brim with piles of junk.

After about three hundred rooms of random crap. Taking a while to check, I ended up at the end of the long hallway to stairs. Not only was there no one down here, Master was nowhere in sight. I hadn’t found a trace of him anywhere. In fact, I hadn’t found a trace of anypony.

The stairs made me stop and listen for a moment. Hurried hoof steps and voices came down the stairs. Spreading my wings quietly, I readied myself to take flight at a second’s notice if guards came. Watching my steps, I started up the stairs.

“Can you believe that?” a voice from the top of the stairs said.

Popping up slightly at the end of the stairs, I looked around. A very nice, large hallway of sorts greeted me. It had shiny white stone floors, and the walls were adorned with tapestries of all colors. Dozens of ponies walked up and down the hallway crowding it a bit. Everypony was wearing some kind of clothes like Rarity had made. Then my eyes locked on two guards by a large pair of double doors.

“No I can’t?”

“What?”

“Where’d that filly come from and is she covered in blood?!” My heart leap a bit, but I looked up at two white mares with golden manes. They stopped by the stairway and stared back at me. With smiled making them smile as well, I got up walked over to them. If I couldn’t lie well enough, I was in trouble.

“Excuse me. Could you possibly point me in the direction of the king? I’m a bit lost and I’m really late to meet with him. It seems I ruined my clothes when I slipped in a lot of red syrup, and need to find my room.” They both shared an uneasy glance and then looked around for a moment.

“Why do you want to meet with him?” the left one asked.

“I just need to meet him.”

“Well you don’t meet with the king unless for a reason. You should go home right now; you really don’t need to see him.” The panic was clear in their voices. They looked at the guards and then looked back at me. “Actually why don’t we show you out.” Apparently meeting with the king was a dangerous thing to do.

“Listen, I’m not from this country. So I can’t go home till after I meet with him and go through a portal.”

They both relaxed somewhat. “Oh a foreigner.” One of them said, cheering up. “Yeah we can take you to him.” They lead the way and I followed closely, hiding behind them when I could.

“So where are you from?” one of them asked, they had to be twins because frankly I couldn’t tell them apart.

“Do you two have names?”

“Oh I’m Mareot and this is Mareut.” My eye twitched. Whoever their parents were clearly wanted them to be nearly indistinguishable as possible.

“Equestria.”

They both looked at me. “Really?” Mareut asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Then you must know Prince Jerard High Blood.”

“Ah yeah, I do, why?”

“Isn’t it great that Prince High Blood was able to get the treaty signed?”

“When did that happen?” I asked.

“Well shortly after the executions, I think.”

That stopped me dead in my tracks. “Wait, say that again?”

“Prince Jerard High Blood signed it right after, I think.” I stared at them. “I mean he would be one for peace.” They both giggled. “Oh Celestia, if we only had royal blood...” They giggled again.

“We still wouldn’t have a chance,” Mareot said, sighing.

“Apparently he’s betrothed to a pegasus filly from—” Mareut froze, causing Mareot to stop and look at her twin. The realization of what her sister had just said sunk in as they both turned to the filly. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Sweetie Belle, I came with Jerard,” I lied.

“Oh then you must know her. Scootaloo I think was her name,” Mareut said.

“Yeah, I know her very well, one of my best friends.”

“Is she like Princess Celestia’s daughter or something?” Mareot asked excited and they both leaned down toward me.

“Nope, just a common filly without a coin to her name.”

They frowned. “You’re joking right?” Mareut asked, stepping forward. “You’re joking about her being a common filly, right?”

“Nope, in fact she has below intelligence and is deformed. Her coat isn’t even a completely one color.” Shock went across their faces and I smirked. “Yeah she limps because one leg is too heavy, and she can’t even fly.” I chuckled. “She’s such a retard sometimes. I mean really, I don’t know what Jerard was thinking.”

They looked at each other unsteady. “You’re lying,” Mareut said, and I paused. “No the king made a public address like twenty minutes after the executions. That Jerard had found the most wondrous fiancée. That his betrothed will be a wonderful addition to the roles of royalty in Equestria.”

“Oh, she’s plenty wondrous and kind too. Kindest filly you ever met.” They froze. “That doesn’t mean she doesn’t wish she was dead every second of the day. If you ever meet her, I’m sure you’d think you’ve gone full on retard yourself just from talking to her.” I smiled and they looked at each other. “Now then can you lead me to the king?”

“Ah sure,” Mareot said, and we started walking again. They kept an uneasy expression as we walked. “So tell us more about her?”

“What do you want to know?” I looked behind us and easily spotted four guards following us. They tried hiding, but it was clear with their armor. They couldn’t hide among the passing ponies.

“Well like what she looks like.” Two more guards joined. Great I was being tracked, they knew I had escaped.

“She has blue and green hair with a red and yellow coat. One wing and leg is bigger than the other and she’s cross eyed. With enough medical problems to run a hospital bankrupt, forcing Jerard to make sure that she has her own personal doctor helping her almost every second of every day, and she’s so clumsy and hard headed. Honestly, she’s really just that one pony that you wouldn’t care about.”

“How can you call her your friend?” Mareot asked, and they stopped turning making me stop as well. “You just keep down talking her like she’s trash!”

“She is trash, she should be dead, but she’s too stupid to take her own life.” I growled, stepping forward, and they stepped back.

“What?” Mareut asked.

“The only reason why she’s pressing on each day is because of Jerard. The fucking mass murdering fuck-tard threatening to kill all of her family and friends if she doesn’t marry him, be his bitch every waking second of her life. Whether it’s the beatings, the brandings, or even fucking her own parents. She doesn’t have a choice. Every day is a living nightmare, and she can’t escape him. She can’t even kill herself. She’s worse than a retard.”

A tear hit my legs, I felt my cheek. They stared at me shocked. Was I really so fucked up? Was saying my life really so shocking that it could freeze two mares, seven ponies, and eight guards in their place?

“I-I,” Mareot said, stepping back.

“Please just take me to the king. I really want to go home.” I sniffled, trying to wipe the tears away. They nodded and led the way. The guards just kept a safe distance from me, not wanting to move forward as we made it to a very large pair of doors. Two guards were standing by it, and they looked at us.

“Well, here you are.” Mareut said.

“Thanks.” I went up to the guards, and they looked at me. “I need to see the king.”

“Do you have a—” The guard couldn’t finish, I launched upward punched them both in the chin. They flew backwards into the walls hard, clanging their armor against the stone wall before falling to the ground with dented helmets.

“Shut up,” I growled. In that instant the eight guards following moved in, but I opened the doors and walked inside before they could reach me. Laughter hit me and everything burned as my body relaxed hearing a familiar voice.

“I told you she would live,” Master chuckled happy. “Pay up.” For a second I looked around confused. I had entered an all red room, with large curtains covering the walls and windows, including a completely carpeted floor. Four wide steps led up to three golden chairs, with two curtains hanging behind them. A single large painting of Al-Chester framed in gold sat in between the two large curtains. Master had a cup of tea floating in front of him. Al-Baster and Al-Asitis were sitting in a half circle, smiling widely, but their gaze drifted to me.

Eight guards rushed into the room surrounded me with spears and bows. My legs gave out forcing me to sit down, confusion rained down on me. Not only was Master unharmed, but he was having a tea party. Tears went down my face.

“Stand down and withdraw,” Al-Asitis ordered, and they left quickly.

“Scootaloo, so glad you could join us. I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Master said, sipping from his tea. My head lifted up, looking at them. Everything twisted inside me, as every emotion I could understand trampled over me in violent rage, but something was wrong. My whole world slowed.

And.

Then.

Everything.

Stopped.

Cold.

Every emotion inside me fighting for control faded instantly, messing into a warm mellow feeling, and leaving me full of a fluffy milky chocolate. “What?” Was all that left my lips. It was all I could muster.

“Oh?” Al-Baster asked, magic pushing into his horn. “You didn’t enjoy yourself?” A screen appeared, showing the torture chamber. Coffin was almost gone now, he was dead. All of them laughed, and I looked down.

“I mean it was wonderful, almost too wonderful,” Al-Asitis said, drinking more tea. Even though this was a game, no, not a game. This couldn’t be fun. How could a pony do this? What could possibly make them want to do this to another?

“Scootaloo,” Master said, and I looked at him. “You’ve made me extremely proud. I couldn’t believe it when I saw it. Just the way you killed Balai was so great. Then what you did to—what was his name?” Master looked at Al-Baster.

“Coffin something, we were going to execute him anyway,” Al-Baster said. Al-Asitis chuckled, smiling.

“It was amazing! I can’t believe how great you turned out.” We stared at each other for a minute before Master spoke. “Well?” Master asked. “Say something, you’re being very rude to a prince and king.”

Opening my mouth was pointless, but none the less, it was an order from Master. “I don’t understand.”

Their expressions of joy dulled. “Well I wasn’t expecting that,” Al-Asitis said in a passive tone.

“What don’t you understand?” Master asked. No I understood completely. This whole thing was just a game. To Master, I was a toy, a simple toy. Something Master could enjoy, play around with, and torture. Something that he and his friends could enjoy and control, change and make me play out their games.

“Can we go home Master? I’m tired.”

Clearly unhappy, Master frowned. “No,” Master said. My heart wrenched at his cold answer. Everything was fine till he said that, then the only thing that wasn’t fine was going home.

Though I guess the only thing I didn’t understand was why I wasn’t mad or why I was lacking all other emotions besides warmth. As much as what Master had done to me and even if it was his sick game, he wasn’t there. He didn’t force me to use that knife, he didn’t make me do anything, and I could have just run.

In fact, I had a choice of whether I wanted to come or not. All of this was my fault. If I had said no, I wouldn’t have had to do any of this, see any of this. Actually if it wasn’t for Master I’d be worthless.

“Yes Master,” I said, looking down. My wings tossed the knives off my back. Quietly I got up and walked over to Master who was sitting on his throne. Without a word, I joined him on his gold and blue chair. Shock went across all their faces as I cuddled up against his belly feeling his warmth. His loving scent fill me, and I relaxed. “I love you Master.”

“No fucking way!” Al-Baster snapped, and they looked at him as he stood up. “Is that filly even a pony!?” he shouted, stomping his hoof. “She just had to kill not only two ponies, but a friend, and she loves the stallion that forced her to do that!?”

“Master didn’t force me.” They looked at me as I looked up at Master. “He wasn’t there; he just showed me that without him, I’d be dead. It’s only because of all the things he did for me and taught me that I’m still alive. Without it, I’d be dead or worse. Without Master, I’d be nothing. I'll never stop loving Master for all he’s done. And, I wouldn’t call that pony that I killed a friend. I knew her for maybe a day, we weren’t even acquaintances.”

My face buried into Master’s plush belly. Master was so fit that I wanted him closer, so much closer, that I wanted to be in his belly. That way he’d cradle me with his caring acid, finally letting me rest.

“You know that wasn’t what we were expecting you to do or say,” Master said, rubbing my back.

“I know, Master, I know.” I yawned closing my eyes, I was dead tired. Actually I was a lot of things, but unhappy wasn’t one of them oddly enough. Master was so great; I couldn’t believe he was mine.

“Well I want you to act out.” I opened my eyes. Master pushed me off his chair, and I rolled down the steps onto the ground. Quickly I pushed up and sat up. He got off his chair coming over to me. “Get mad!” Master slapped my shoulder, knocking me over. My body shivered, but got back up smiling. His teeth ground against each other mad, and a bit of fear went through me.

“I can’t, Master.” How could I get mad? Master was everything I needed, everything I wanted. He loved me to a perfection. So when he hit me again and I rolled, I knew it was to make me better, not to simply cause me pain. My foreleg started bleeding as I pushed up shaking hard. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“I said get mad! Not say sorry!” he shouted, hitting me so hard that my body twisted, causing me to spin and hit the carpet, then rolling into the wall, slamming against it. Everything around me trembled, shaking, no not my world, my head was. I was shaking almost too hard as blood ran down my foreleg. Painfully I pushed up, only to fall to the ground coughing, my front legs trembled in pain.

“Why are you trying to get back up?!” Al-Baster shouted, with unease in his voice. “He’s just going to hit you again if you do!” I smiled as I managed to get back up, legs shaking to the point of just barely allowing me to stand.

Chuckling, I smiled with the best caring look I could make. “Because if I stand up it’ll make Master happy.” Master froze as Al-Asitis and Al-Baster stared at me. Master stepped back, and I looked at him confused. Why was Master backing up? Maybe I needed to go closer to him. When I took a step forward, I fell to the ground and whimpered as stinging bounced around inside me.

My skinned, wrapped hooves screamed at me as I started getting up. Master stared down at me in disgust, as I managed to stand up and walk over to him. His expression softened when I smiled. Going forward I pressed my head to his foreleg.

Master pushed me, and I fell onto my back, laying down. With my legs still shaking, I spread my legs, and he leaned down kissing me. My heart swelled in pure joy as his lips and mine connected. His tongue slid inside my mouth and danced with mine. Oh it was a truly wonderful sensation.

His love washed over me as he pulled back to kiss my neck. Master was happy with me, I just knew it. Without a doubt he enjoyed me, I was truly his. Bending up, I kissed his neck stopping him as I took in a deep breath of his scent. It was heaven, just the way that everything he was danced inside of me filling me with joy. A grin graced me as he kissed me again, ever so softly.

Master got up, leaving me on the ground suddenly. He went back over to his chair and sat down motioning for me to follow him. Slowly I turned over, and my bones creaked as I pushed against the floor, smiling ear to ear despite the pain as I slowly stood up. Fully thinking about each step and every step, I walked over to Master, climbed onto the chair, and he pulled me close. After being beaten by Coffin, and then this, plus muscle strain, I didn’t know how I was still breathing.

“Now then,” Al-Asitis said, waving his hoof. “Since the treaty has been finalized. We should have a feast and show off your Scootaloo, of course that’s after we get her into proper attire so her marks aren’t showing and she isn’t covered in blood. A dressmaker in room five will help you find suitable attire.”

“Thank you,” Master said, floating me onto a towel on his back, and he went down the steps.

“The feast or dinner will be within two hours,” Al-Baster said.

“We’ll arrive as soon as possible,” Master said, bowing slightly before he went out of the room. Delicately, I held close to Master, smelling his mane greedily. When we passed Mareot and Mareut, their jaws dropped. In fact every pony stared, making me bury my face deeper into Master’s mane. It was almost as if I was laying in a sea of golden hair. Master was always so soft.

We made it to a room marked with the number five and a dress sign above it. Without knocking, Master entered, and I looked around. It was much like Rarity's shop, but bigger,—like twice the size of her entire house—bigger.

“Wow,” Master said, looking around. There were rows of clothes on metal bars, many I couldn’t have even imagined. Upon looking up, I saw one wall completely made of crystal clear glass, while the other three walls were pure white, shining like silver.

After taking in the room, Master went over to a rack and looked at a few clothes, which were probably around my size. We looked around noticing that there were hundreds of different styles that would probably suit me.

Author's Note

Editing done by Refro check him out!

sorry about the long time for the update, been having a bit of problems, but yeah so