Nothing but silence, there wasn’t a single sound from anything but my hoof steps as I entered. Nopony came to greet me, there was nothing here but silence and emptiness. The entrance to the ballroom was open still. That’d be a good place for Master to find me, under all of Rarity’s art.

Moving forward I watched my hoof guards clomp against the ground as I entered the ballroom looking around at the beautiful work, my eyes centered on Canterlot, and how my cutie mark stood out in it, keeping my back to the entrance.

A chill of darkness, of terror, both mixed together in a mist which seemed to float across the ground around me. His hoof steps came across the ground, they seemed like they weighed too much to be Master’s, but I knew. That wonderful scent, that seemingly endless fear that came with his existence just washed over me. There wasn’t a single pony in the world that matched him.

“You didn’t run away.” The sound of his voice, oh how to describe it? It was like a river of chocolate mixed with lava and acid. To think of his voice was to feel swords cutting into me, to feel every little bit of me fade.

“Where would I even go?” I whispered.

Those hoof steps stopped as he hovered over me, the heat of his body made it hard to breathe from how thin the air became. Just even looking at him frightened me, but somehow the fear seemed displayed inside me. My body wouldn’t refuse me if I wanted to move, if I wanted to run, I had just lost the need to run.

“Tell me Scootaloo, does Rainbow Dash really outweigh every single pony in your life, even your father?” I stayed silent. “Mother?” I didn’t reply, this madness was coming for a long time, at least I could face it head on now. “Sweetie Belle? Apple Bloom? Come now, you can’t honestly tell me that Rainbow Dash was worth more than a dozen lives of your most dear friends and family. I want to hear you tell me what she’s worth to you. Explain it to me, because I’m at a loss for words here. Help me here Scootaloo. Who is she worth, answer me.”

Seconds ticked by allowing me to listen to Master’s steady breath gave nothing, he wasn’t going to speak again. Anything I said would cause Master to kill somepony I loved, or made him do something horrifying.

“She’s worth more than my life and hurting you.”

There was a twisting of bone or something that filled my ears, but there wasn’t any pain which confused me. It was odd to hear something like that, yet at the same time the noise felt empty.

“Scootaloo, look at me.” I turned and looked at Master, he had a more curious look on his face than anything. A bandage was wrapped around his head, and a large eye patch was covering the left side of his face. Blood stained the bandage and dripped from the sides, hitting the floor to make a feeling of a knife churn my heart. What had I done? Without even thinking, I’d damaged Master’s face.

“Yes Master.”

“Look down, and tell me what you see.” I looked down, my legs were all twisted in different directions, yet, at the same time I could tell that wasn’t what was actually happening, I couldn’t feel that, and I could see more of an outline of my body, wait that wasn’t right, it was more like a cloud was around me distorting what I was seeing. Was this how Master made me see and feel things? “Well?”

“I don’t know, it’s weird, like there’s this cloud around me.”

“That shouldn’t be possible, there are very few ponies that can—” Master stopped, and frowned. “That blood on your face earlier, where did it come from?”

“From De when Dash killed him.” Master groaned. “Why?”

“Deity is special, if you got his blood in your eyes it means I can’t simply use my magic to torture you, which means I’ll have to actually hurt you to get my point across. Oh well, I’ve put off allowing you to keep your wings and legs for long enough.”

Magic wrapped around me, lifting me into the air. There wasn’t any point in trying to fight Master, if nothing else he’d track me down and my family would pay an even bigger price than what I was about to.

Master didn’t say anything, so I just closed my eyes waiting, imagining just what Master had in store for me. A small wind went past my wings. Was he going to rip off my wings? Cut my wings off? Deboning them would be much more painful I suppose.

The soft feeling of Master’s bed made me open my eyes to see him laying me down onto the bed. “Master?” I asked confused, as he laid down on the bed next to me, making me look at him.

“What?” He kissed my forehead.

“Why aren’t you ripping off my wings?”

“I haven’t actually decided your punishment.”

“But why Master?”

“Because I love you Scootaloo.”

“I love you to Master, I know I hit you, but are you alright? I wasn’t thinking when I hit your face.”

“It’s not that bad, you hit above and around my eye, so you left a very large gash. I’m actually surprised that you did that, but at the same time I’m proud of you.”

“Proud?”

“Yes, proud of you. I’ve taught you so much, but you have so far to go. After everything you’re just barely starting to show what I’ve wanted you to become, but it’s so clear now, I love it.”

I raised a brow. “You wanted to love a monster?” I asked confused.

“Monster? Why do you say that?”

“Because that’s all I can see myself as now. I’ve hurt every pony I love in one way or another, even you. I’ve, I don’t deserve to live after all I’ve done.”

“Scootaloo, what I’ve done to teach you hasn’t been to turn you into a monster. It’s to turn you into the pony I want to love, a pony that can protect herself and those she loves. A pony that craves madness, but is in tune with it to the point of being in control. You don’t that feel fear anymore, you’re something else. You understand loss of those you love and hate, and so very much more. These are the basics of what I’m forming you into. In time, you’ll realize what I’ve done is a blessing, not a curse.”

“I’ll trust you Master, I never considered ever eating a living animal or anything close to what has happened.”

“Scootaloo, trust has nothing to do with it, when I’m done. The thing you’ll become will make even Celestia want to be you.”

The door to the bedroom opened, and we both turned. “The-the container is ready,” Sethi said, walking into the room with Al behind her. She was shaking so hard it was clear that she was barely standing, the tears dripping to the floor gave me pause.

“The note’s request was fulfilled sir,” Al said.

“Good.”

“Container? Note?” I asked confused.

“Yes, the container holds organs.” The word organs made me swallow. “For instance, it could hold a uterus with a barely yet conceived foal and keep it safe and growing.” My head snapped back to Master’s face.

“Wha—” The feeling of my belly exploding made every bit of air leave my lungs in an exhale. Pain like when Master had played with my organs hit, making me look down. Pure horror of seeing a large hole in my belly dripping blood from the edges, other organs visible to me. My uterus floated over to a clear box and it sealed shut, being taken away out of the room by Sethi.

“Don’t worry Scootaloo, when you’ve been healed from what I’m going to do to you, I’ll return our foal.” Tears rolled down my face as the need to breathe refused me. “Seeing as my magic no longer works on you Scootaloo, I’ll be having to do this the actual way, the kind of way that’ll make you stay on the edge of death.”

Air was forced into my lungs, allowing me to let out a sobbing cry as he picked me up with his magic, taking me to the torture room. He slammed me down to the table, all four of my legs spread out, ripped open belly pointing up. My wings cracked under me as they were pulled and strapped down with the rest of me.

“Gi-ve it back,” I begged, choking on the pain.

“Scootaloo~” Master sang as he pranced around the table to my side. “I got some special guests!” he said happily. “And can you guess just whom they may be?!” he asked excited by the answer.

“Ca-n’t bre-athe,” I said.

“Oh right,” Master said as my belly closed itself, burning shut, stopping my bleeding, and allowing me to breathe once again.

“What?” I asked confused.

“You see, when Ms. Dash was taken captive and tortured, a few ponies were watching the whole time.” He giggled with glee, it was unnerving, but just staying awake was a challenge at this point.

“I don’t—” I couldn’t even finish, there was something wrong, why wasn’t I blacking out or going into shock?

“Well, you see your parents were meant to watch over Ms. Dash.” He clopped his hooves together causing the table I was on to tilt. His horn lit up bringing in my parents which were strapped painfully to a metal X’s, so they couldn’t move. “One of my guests pointed this out while they were leaving, so I was able to catch them.” Both of them yelled, but had gags. “And what about Ms. Dash, did you wonder what happen to her?” Another X floated into the room with Dash strapped to it.

“Please, don’t,” I begged.

“Did you honestly believe that you could just send her with MY driver, and she’d be safe, that she’d get away?” He chuckled, grinning. “Of course not! I’m going to kill them, and then we’re going to be having some fun with you. Now since this was all because of you, I’m going to give you the choice between your mother or your father, Scootaloo.”

Silence followed from me as I stared at Master, the pain of my organ being ripped out of me, then being seared shut was making anything more than my basic emotions hard. I almost couldn’t think. The few times Master burned me, they were skin deep, but this felt like it was cooking my insides, and it was getting worse by the second, like it was spreading inside me by some kind of magic fire.

“Hmmm!” my father shouted.

“Oh? No answer?” Master asked, putting his hoof to my chin. “Talk to me Scootaloo, I need you to speak.”

“Was my—” I paused needing to take a breath as it felt like I breathed out acid with each breath. “Foal, all you wanted.”

“Scootaloo, taking your foal out was only to protect it, my magic doesn’t work on you anymore. That means what I do to you has to be real, and what I have to do to your family and friends will be something entirely different. I can’t just make you see things for days or weeks, but only minutes, I have to make sure you don’t pass out.”

“I love you Master.”

“You’re not getting out of this.” He kissed my cheek and several spikes floated into the air, launching into my father’s wings making him yell as the spikes were embedded through his wings and into his sides, connecting them to his body, forcing them flat against his skin so he could move them an inch.

“Stop, Master. They don’t deserve this,” I said looking down. A strap went around my head, forcing me to look up at my father.

“Watch them Scootaloo, you caused this by disobeying me. What I’m going to do to them is going to make you wish I had killed Dash painfully the first time. I’m going to make this last as long as possible before they die.” A white box floated into the air, setting down on the table next to me. “And to help me with that, I’ve enlisted a cocktail of drugs.” Several needles filled with clear liquids floated up into the air. “Let’s try this out, shall we?”

Six needles shot into each of us except Master, injecting the drugs into our systems. Dash and my parents started to scream and struggle as it was clear whatever had been injected was causing them to writhe in pain. For me, it didn’t do anything to increase the pain that I was already feeling, just normalized me a bit so I could speak easier.

“Master, what did you inject them with?”

“Oh good, you can speak normally again. I injected them with a clotting agent, among other things, but the biggest being the ability to stay awake short of having their head cut off or bleed out completely, which isn’t very likely.” He laughed.

“Please Master, they don’t deserve this, you only need to punish me.”

Master went up to me face, his low growl made my body tremble. “This is what happens when you disobey me, don’t worry Scootaloo, as the days go by, I’ll get more of your little friends to show you why hitting me was the last thing you wanted to do. Then once I’m done, I’ll bring back in your container and start injecting chemicals into it. I’ll take away this foal because I know just how mad that’ll drive you. I’ll kill Rainbow Dash right before, that way, you’ll know that it’s coming.”

“I’m sorry Master, please, don’t do this.”

“You’re forcing me to Scootaloo. You left me with a scar on my heart, you made all of this happen by what you did, and when I’m done with you.” Master’s chuckle was so dark that it made the room almost black out around him. “You will be mine forever, no matter what happens or what I do, and nopony will ever be above me to you. You’ll forsake even your foals if I simply ask it.”

“I’ll never do it again, please don’t—”

His hoof went over my mouth as he went to my ear whispering. “You’ll learn after this, I promise.” A needle slid up through the bottom of my mouth and up through my tongue, bending once it was in my mouth holding it down.

“Maaassadda,” I tried to say, only to be met with pain and gibberish. He just wanted me to scream and cry, not talk.

My dad grunted as his wings were pulled suddenly, the spikes that had pinned them to his body stayed as the wings had been pulled clear off the other end. Blood barely dripped out of the holes.

A single feather was ripped off my father’s wing. Each second that followed, another feather was ripped out. My mom started to scream, struggling as we watched his wings very slowly become bloody stumps.

Both of them were already in a lot of pain, but somehow watching my mom struggle so hard, that I could hear her bones cracking under the metal restraints, that I knew her mental pain was greater than his physical pain.

However, my mom’s attempt to break free was shattered when heavy needles were shot into her joints, stopping her instantly as they were slowly hammered, splitting her elbows like pieces of wet wood.

A razor-sharp string was wrapped around my father’s right wing tips and slowly started to slide along his skin, cutting off a tiny piece. He shook violently as his wing were slowly, bit by bit, sliced off.

Once Master reached my father’s wing bone he began to shave off bits of the bone leaving it into something like a toothpick before sliding another spike into the tip and hammering it in, which split the rest of my father’s stump wing in half right to the joint with a squashing sound. With my father’s struggling, I could see as the bottom half twisted and twitched in response, only making his pain greater than before.

Next to the screams and cries of them, Master’s chuckling was the only constant thing as he shaved tiny pieces of my father’s wing off from the bottom portion. It was clear that this was only to cause pain, not to actually kill my father yet.

As the bottom part disappeared into little bits on the ground, Master made several burning white hot screws float over and begin to screw into my father’s top wing, going all the way through the bone and onto the other side.

It was to Master’s surprise as dad jolted so hard that his wing ripped out of the joint and off his body. I’d have thought Master would have been mad but instead, he simply chuckled, extending my father’s second wing.

“You must really have hated that wing,” Master said, grinning. “But no need to worry, doctor Scootaloo is here.”

Master’s magic wrapped around me so tightly as I was pulled from the table. A saw was put to my mouth allowing me to control only slight back and forth, but my head could move side to side just fine.

As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t control myself as Master had me put the saw against the mid part of my father’s wing. With the pain of my insides, I couldn’t even attempt to keep the saw straight as Master had my head move back and forth, each motion took about a second to complete.

Much to my horror, or at least what I knew should be horror, I wasn’t able to keep the saw straight as I slowly started to chip away at the top part of my father’s wing’s skin. Each little bit of motion caused me to lose my placing on his skin and start a new trench. Pretty soon I simply tried to push down hard, as if that would help, instead all it did was make the teeth of the saw skip around and stab down.

A bit of relief came over me the second I was able to actually get a grove into my father’s skin to start cutting, but before I could pull back to cement the grove, Master’s magic made me bump and cut into the edge of his wing grinding down the tip of the wing into raw meat. I groaned glancing at Master.

“Fibbig,” I mumbled.

“Well maybe you should cut straighter.” I rolled my eyes, and paused, wait, why was I getting mad at Master for bumping me? I should be begging for him to stop this, I was cutting up my father’s wing.

The pained expression of my father’s face gave me only a momentary pause, but that was gone a second later. Had I become so disconnected that I didn’t care if I cut off my father’s wing, if I killed him? These wings were his livelihood, his life. I was taking half of his life away with this saw, and I was mad about a stupid little bump.

Though, I guess I should get this over with, even without Master’s bumps this would take a while to do, making me sigh. I had felt relief for a moment, but that wasn’t because I was going to end my father’s pain, but because it was so annoying I couldn’t cut straight and end this-this task? Or was this a game? I suppose this was fun, even the chipping of his skin had an almost rhythm to it.
With what I’d already done and could clearly see what I was about to do, this didn’t need to last longer than I wanted it to. I slashed down with the saw as hard as I could and started to saw as quickly as I could surprising Master as I was able to jaggedly saw a fifth of my father’s wing off.

Instead of Master moving me further down the wing, he turned me a bit sideways and my father’s wing upwards, so I would saw along it instead of down. This time he held me tightly so I had to cut in a perfect line, which I did. It took about ten lines before my father’s wing was just a streamer, flailing against his body leaving little bloody marks against it.

Once Master repositioned me, I was looking down at the wing once again, and this time when I moved back and forth, I cut off a little tidbit off of one of the lines. Piece by piece, his wing came completely off. My father now had two lightly bleeding empty joint spots where his wings used to be.

“You’re so good Scootaloo,” Master whispered into my ear. I nuzzled him a bit smiling at his warmth. “I’m so happy you have no problems with hurting your father, you’re not even crying.”

Crying? I know I had been earlier. But this urge, it was great, I didn’t know what it was yet, but this feeling, it was almost magical. Wait, I’m confused, why was I getting excited about this, I’m in a huge amount of pain and have a spike sticking through my mouth.

“Keclard,” I said, smiling. The pain of smiling made me jolt a bit, but that only made me realize something. This pain wasn’t so bad, what Master was doing was making me feel good, not bad.

“Scootaloo, I want you to rip your father apart with your teeth and eat his heart while it’s still beating. If you do it painfully enough, I’ll give you a choice, I’ll forgive you for hitting me, or let your mother stay alive.” He licked my ear.

“Surth,” I said, staring dead at my father’s eyes, they were only of pain. He was having a hard time breathing. Seconds later I was standing on top of my father’s chest, he was on the table, which was now flat. “Spgur.” I pointed at the spike. “Onth.”

“Fine,” Master said. The spike bent back and slid out of my mouth allowing me to cough and speak again.

“Master, really, a spike through the bottom of my mouth. What exactly was that meant to do?”

“Stop you from begging.”

That made me sigh. “Well you cured me of that.” There wasn’t any point to begging, wait, was that a lesson? “Hey dad, I know that you hate me, or are going to, but I just wanted you to know before I kill you that I’m pregnant.” His eyes went wide. “So, I hope that while I’m ripping you to pieces that you don’t totally hate me.”

“I hub yove,” he said, making me smile.

“I love you too dad.” His muffled screams for some reason didn’t make me cry, or even hesitate as I started to rip piece after piece of skin from his chest revealing bone. The sound of his sternum snapping gave me chills as I managed to break it apart and open, showing my father’s insides.

At this point I could tell my father had lost consciousness. The even beat of his heart, and the silence that surrounded me told me that he wasn’t wake anymore. I smiled staring down at his heart. It looked so healthy.

Everything around me seemed to become almost heightened as I moved down. Master’s breath became slightly unsteady, and my mom’s muscles seemed to tense. Dash’s body seemed to be quivering scared? Wait, scared? I glanced at her, and she looked frightened, that wasn’t my Dash, she didn’t get scared, another trick. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, that wouldn’t kill my enjoyment of eating my father’s heart. This way he’d become a part of me, and stay with me forever.

The heart was a bit tougher to rip out than I had thought it’d be. With the pig, it had been so easy, but this, it made me really rip at it to get it out. I ended up taking a large bite out of it as I tried pulling, ending with a mouth full of heart.

Blood started to spray me, and I paused as the taste slid down my tongue. That flavor, it was. Oh my, I can’t even describe it, just the way it swirls around inside me. Glancing back down, I became confused, the rest of the heart was gone. It wasn’t gone in the sense that Master had taken it, but that I had eaten the rest without realizing it, like my mind gapped the realization of what I was eating. Just the flavor and feeling spread throughout my body and quelled any kind of pain that had remained inside me.

“Did you enjoy killing your father Scootaloo?” Master asked.

“It was better than sex,” I purred licking my lips.

“So, which will you have?” My father’s body was thrown to the side out of the way, and the X was placed to the side, leaving me in an invisible hold. “Forgiveness or your mother staying alive?”

If it meant I would be able to eat more pony hearts, I wanted neither. “I want more hearts Master, screw those choices.”

“Oh, really now?”

“Please Master, I want more,” I begged, looking at him.

“If you’re good, I’ll get you some more ponies to eat. I hope this helps you realize just how loving I am, nopony else would give you hearts.”

Something ticked inside me. Master was right, nopony would accept this, me eating ponies was what made me something different. I understood now, I needed Master. I couldn’t live without this, without him. I should’ve killed Dash and eaten her heart, why the hell was I such an idiot? I needed to listen to Master, I needed to do what Master wanted. He showed me this whole new world, and I wasn’t about to waste it. I needed to give him a show, wait, I needed to change everything.

“Yes Master, anything.”

“Let’s see how you handle Dash.”

Dash? Did Master want to end this or something? Or did he just want to kill my foal that much sooner? Did it matter? I could always have another. “Give her here, Master,” I playfully said, licking my hoof of my father’s blood. This blood was a great topping.

The fake Dash was lowered and slid under me. I bit into her shoulder going as deep as I could and blood flooded my mouth as I ripped a piece off easily. The taste of her flesh and blood were clearly different. Whoever this was clearly wasn’t Dash, even her screams sounded almost covered, which meant Master really couldn’t hide his tricks from my eyes. My hoof felt my belly softly.

“Pain?” Master asked, making me look at him.

“Yes, but I don’t like that you took my foal, Master.”

“You might get it back when I’ve deemed you’ve earned it. That will mostly be when I know you won’t disobey me ever again. Plus, if you keep acting like you are, I might consider not killing this foal.”

Killing my father and tasting that sweet heart gave me new light. Master was my whole world and would be forever. Hopefully we could still go on that trip around the world. That would be fun, especially if my first foal survives this.

“I won’t disobey you again, Master.”

“I know you won’t.”

Fake Dash trembled as I looked at her throat. I couldn’t just kill her, I needed to make this last. I bent down and bit into her flesh at random points, drinking in that sweet red nectar, and letting it slide down my throat. She screamed as my teeth easily tore into her flesh like it were warm butter.

Biting a long strip of flesh, I pulled ripping it from her body and tossing it to the side of the table onto my father’s body, which was on the ground. She struggled as I began biting out strips of flesh flaying the skin to the bone.

It took a while, but I was finally able to toss the last piece of flesh of the Fake Dash’s front off to the side, showing her blood-soaked rib cage and organs. Her heart was still beating, but she had passed out some time ago.

“Hammer.” Master floated a hammer over to me and I smashed the rib cage, opening up her chest and showing that beautiful beating heart. “Scalpel.” A scalpel floated over to me and I started to cut out the heart letting blood fill up the chest cavity very quickly. I held up the fat covered heart. There was no way a top performing athlete would have so much fat covering their heart.

Treating the heart like an apple, I bit into it making sure not to eat the fat parts that seemed less than tasty. Ohhhhhhhh, I wanted to eat Dash’s heart out. Just the feeling alone would be, oh I can’t even imagine it, this second-rate heart was filling, but it just lacked everything else. I wanted that lean beast of a heart.

“You killed her much slower than I thought you would.” I turned to Master, of course, this wasn’t Dash, and even if it were I still wanted more hearts. “You’ve done well. So, which do you want, her to live or me to forgive you?”

“If I have to choose, I want you to forgive me.”

There was almost a flash, or something, I don’t know what it was, just discontent as something made Master frown for a moment. My mother floated into the air, was released from her bindings and a cage floated up, shoving her inside it removing the large needles from her joints.

“I think we’ll save her for a later moment. I would find it more interesting for her to give you a look of sadness each and every day knowing her own daughter killed her husband. I bet you’ll just love that.” Her cage was set on the nearby bench.

“If it’s what you want Master, then I’ll make her hate me.”

Master frowned and something of a darkness surrounded him, it wasn’t like the room had gone dark or even Master himself, but there was this weird darkness. It made me a bit confused, but it made me feel like Master was angry, and mad. However an odd sticky feeling came over me in the next second.

“Bring them!” Master ordered, and Apple Bloom floated into the room making me stop breathing. I hadn’t seen her in a while, she was still pure. I hadn’t hurt her yet like I had Sweetie Belle. She was on an X like everypony else had been, but it was smaller to fit her size. She screamed seeing the horror I’d committed.

After Apple Bloom, next came several other ponies from my class, including Cheerilee, all of them on an X which was hung from the ceiling. After Cheerilee, Fancy Pants was floated inside which was an odd addition to the mix. Big Mac was next, the Cakes, their two foals, and a few more ponies, which filled up the room. A weird aura surround them. I could almost tell it was fear.

“Let’s see you eat the hearts of your friends, but most of all, I want you to enjoy killing, to love their suffering.”

With that, I suppose I can find some way to enjoy this, or I’d find a way. “Wait, can I save their hearts for later? I don’t think I can eat anymore right now, and I want to eat them.” Pure fear went through them along with panic. Anger went through a few of them, but it was clear from their aura.

“I suppose.” Fake Dash’s body was pushed to the side. “Who do you want to eat first? I will give you that choice.”

Their stares felt almost condemning, but after killing my father, what did their stares matter? I’d kill them all if it was what Master wanted. He was the only pony I needed, he was the only pony that could give me foals. How dare they look at me like I’m a monster, they didn’t know anything.

“Apple Blood is really my only friend here so I want to save her till last.”

“Fine, but you have to make their deaths painful. If you do, I might return our foal to you.” Shock went through Cheerilee, Big Mac and Filthy Rich. The rest of them just become confused.

“Yes Master.”

The first pony was Featherweight, and I spared them nothing in terms of suffering as I tore them to pieces, breaking bones and ripping limbs off all along the way. I was almost entranced by their screams of suffering, I knew Master needed a show, and this was the show I could give best. Each of them suffered different from the last as I used tools to cause them to die, most of them passed out long before I actually killed them.

Apple Bloom was set down making me look up realizing I had gone through all of the ponies I basically knew. With Apple Bloom here, I had Sweetie Belle and Dash left. Twilight and them weren’t that close to me.

“Hey Apple Bloom,” I said looking down at her. Hearts in jars had been set off to the side for them to be put in the fridge later. She was zoned out completely, her eyes red from crying, and throat raw from screaming behind her gag.

Light injected into her eyes as Master’s magic pinched her flank, making her stare up at me, smiling at her. She started to scream the second she realized I was staring at her. I chuckled rolling my eyes.

Her gag came out letting her scream at full volume, my ears folded from the piercing scream. She started to weep a second later very loudly. She had watched me kill our class, and her brother. It was no wonder why she had hate, fear, and a few other emotions. I understood why she felt this way.

After a few minutes of her weeping, she stopped, choking on her own cries. “You’re a monster,” Apple Bloom said.

“I know, isn’t it nice?” I asked, smiling wider.

Her pause made me raise an eyebrow. “Kill yourself,” she said roughly.

My heart disappeared. This was the first time a pony had hated me enough to actually say that to me. I finally heard was I deserved. “I’m pregnant Apple Bloom.” Confusion mixed in with her Aura, but she was still dominated by hate.

“I hope your foal dies!”

“Harsh, but I get it, you’re mad. I would be to if I was you, but I don’t need you or anypony else other than Master, he’s everything I need.”

“I hope you burn!” she snapped.

“I will.” I stomped down on her throat causing her to choke and struggle as I pressed my hoof down harder watching the air slowly start to leave her lungs. It was thrilling seeing the anger she had fade with her aura. I could tell clearly now when a pony was awake or dead by their aura. Her aura faded to white letting me know she passed out and slowly faded away as I killed her.

Ripping out her heart came next as I broke into her body not bothering with the tools this time. I ate her heart in three gulps having become hungry again. It was wonderful feeling and tasting that sweet apple that was her heart. I loved how the pieces vibrated as they slid down my throat into my belly. I’d keep Apple Bloom close forever now.

Master started to float out the X’s, and clean up the huge mess I’d made. “I’m so proud of you Scootaloo,” Master said as he put leg bits into plastic bags.

“Thank you Master.”

“I think however, your final punishment is still needed.” My body was shot to the X I was first strapped to, holding me down. “After I clean this up, we’ll end this all.” It took him a while, but I just stared smiling at him. The shine of Big Mac’s jar made me turn. There were so many hearts, I was going to have a feast of them for a while. I was so happy, today was perfect, Master was happy with me, really happy with me.

He cleaned everything spotless, removing the hearts last. However, that odd sticky feeling disappeared as the last heart left the room, making me chuckle. I guess that was the last of my feelings for the dearly departed leaving the room.

A device floated over to my left side covering it, but allowing me to see my left side through the glass. My wing and hoof were separated, and I could see grinding stones that were really thin. Some kind of magic aura covered my body as needles were injected into my left side around my leg and wing.

“Master, what does this thing do?”

“For you hitting me Scootaloo, I’m going to take your left front leg and wing. I’m sure growing it back will be painful. So you’re sure to enjoy, but once we’re done you can have back your foal. You’ve certainly earned it.”

“I love you Master.” He smiled and a mallet smashed into the left side of my face shattering my jaw and ripping bits of skin off making me go dizzy. The machine made a high-pitched grinding sound as grinding stones slowly lowered making my body shake as they gradually started to lower one after another only to be lifted back up into the air.

My blood sprayed around as they started to carve into me. There was just this peace and joy that filled me as the device took my left side. Not much blood came out, but there was still quite a bit. Master was finally punishing me for what I’d done, I was going to get back my foal soon, it was wonderful!

“Sir,” Al said, and he walked into the room, stopping to glance at me.

“What?” Master asked.

“It would seem we have guests, demanding you at the front gate, they broke it down and said if you don’t come talk to them, they’ll burn down the house. I’m afraid there are quite a few of them, so I cannot just force them away by myself.”

“Fine.” The device came off and my binding came undone, but the mallet smacked me once again sending pain into my head. “I’ll deal with this, Sethi can stop Scootaloo from bleeding out until I come back.” Sethi came into the room and froze solid seeing me. Fear was consuming her.

“Waugh, mong fugugl,” I said, but my jaw was broken making nothing but gurgles come out.

“I’ll be back shortly Scootaloo.” Master left, and Al went with him. Sethi quickly moved me to the metal table. A screen appeared in front of me showing Master walking. I glanced at Sethi as she worked allowing me to watch Master.

Master got to the front door and opened it, looking out to the morning light, I had spent all night in here killing ponies. He frowned seeing what amounted to an army. Cloudsdale was floating in the sky with hundreds of Pegasus.

Twilight was at the head of this army, Dash and her friends were standing with her. Each of them were much more well-built, and magic seemed to flow off them along with confidence and a righteous feeling. Cadance was next to Shining Armor. Celestia was arguing with them about something that I couldn’t hear, but an army of royal guards were also waiting ready for battle, but to go against Twilight, not with.

“What is the meaning of this?” Master asked, walking outside making everypony turned and looked at him.

Author's Note

Editing done by wubsy mcwubsington