Cheerilee's Hood-Ass Garden

by -The Observer-

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 29845

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-18 05:03:06 UTC

Man, diz is sum gory shit.

Da entire theatre complex was abuzz wit tha voicez of a hundred buckwild ponies, as Cheerilee peeked up carefully from behind tha curtains hidin tha stage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch saw rows upon rowz of ponies chillin up in tha standz or movin between them, rappin' ta each other as they waited or tried ta make one last trip ta git some chicken n' beverages before tha show. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch glanced quickly ta tha left, n' saw dat tha musical muthafuckas had already set up in tha orchestra pits up in front of tha stage. They’d only be needed fo' all dem scenes yo, but Cheerilee was still glad ta have em.

Seein such a funky-ass big-ass crowd gathered there made her a lil' bit nervous, even though dis had all been her idea fo' realz. Almost all of tha seats was taken, n' Cheerilee knew there was barely enough ta accommodate tha entire population of Ponyville. Da show would be subjected ta tha scrutiny of a pimped out nuff pony eyes indeed.

Bitch retreated back behind tha curtains, hopin no muthafucka had peeped her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch felt dat would somehow be unprofessional. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Everythang seemed ta be up in order as she inspected tha stage fo' tha last time fo' realz. All tha props n' tha shiznit was dopely made, straight from tha hoovez of tha masters. Cheerilee had only needed ta tell dem what tha fuck she needed, n' they had provided it without any thangs, even though certain shit had seemed unnecessary fo' realz. After all, they didn’t know what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had up in mind fo' dis night, while her dope ass done did. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch was like shizzle a shitload of they props would make even a professionizzle theater jealous!

Da stage was divided tha fuck into sections, each denotin its supposed location. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This way, they didn’t need time or backstage ponies ta chizzle tha decor afta each act, cuttin down on tha time needed fo' scene chizzles. Cheerilee was a funky-ass big-ass hustla of dis system as it meant there was one less thang fo' her ta worry about.

Bitch turned back n' headed fo' stage left where her hustlas was busy gettin all dressed up. Dat shiznit was a total chaos, wit bits n' piecez of costumes scattered across tha room, as if they was sprinklez on a cold-ass lil cupcake fo' realz. At tha centre of dis mess was tha Cutie Mark Crusaders, as Cheerilee had come ta expect. Da fact none of dem had sprouted a "makin shit"-Cutie Mark yet surprised her mo' each n' every last muthafuckin day.

"Yo, that’s mah helmet," Scootaloo holla'd at Sweetie Belle accusingly. "Yours is way over there!"

"Fuck dat shit, it shizzle isn’t!" she replied as she lifted tha knightly helmet off of her head n' held it up fo' Scootaloo ta inspect. "This one has a hole fo' mah horn, see?"

"Is ya’ll shizzle it ain’t mah helmet?" Applez Bloom interjected as her big-ass booty scratched her head.

"Da mackdaddy wears a cold-ass lil crown!" tha other two snapped back.

Cheerilee sighed as she quickly threw a glizzle at her other hustlas. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silver Spoon n' Diamond Tiara seemed ta progress orderly, if slowly, mainly cuz of how tha fuck they constantly flourished n' admired each other afta every last muthafuckin article of threadz they put on, n' afta every last muthafuckin single brush of they mane. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Snips was, ta her pimped out surprise, locked n loaded n' waiting. Da fact dat Snails was backstage on tech duty might have had suttin' ta do wit that, she mused.

Bitch remained Kool & Tha Gang dat they would make it up in time, as dat freaky freaky biatch had had tha pimped out foresight ta start dem all on preparations much earlier than anypony would have thought necessary. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had come ta know dis lil crew all up in tha months, n' dat biiiiatch was prepared fo' almost anything. Nothang could possibly go wack todizzle, dat freaky freaky biatch had put too much plannin n' work tha fuck into all of it ta peep it fail now, nahmeean, biatch? Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch smiled as she envisioned tha peace, on tha fuckin' down-low, tranquillitizzle n' relief she’d feel when dis was all over.

"All right hustlas," dat thugged-out biiiatch chimed, "Let me just run you all up in tha steps one last time."

There was much groanin ta be heard across tha room yo, but Cheerilee wasn’t takin any chances wit dis bunch.

"If you still gotz a part ta play yo, but aren’t needed on set, come back here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. If yo' role be all played out, exit tha stage on tha other side. You’ll be able ta peep tha rest of tha play from there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. That is, if you didn’t peep it enough already," she paused fo' a moment ta ascertain everypony was still listening, n' they all nodded.

"If you forget yo' lines, just improvise or pick up from tha point up in tha script you do recall. If tha pony you’re playin wit skips a shitload of yo' lines, don’t try ta erect em. Remember, we may notice if somepony don’t follow tha script yo, but tha crew won’t as long as you keep tha dialogue flowing."

Da fillies n' Snips nodded again, n' Cheerilee smiled at em.

"Good, now git ready. I gotta peep ta tha openin of tha show, so be locked n loaded n' on set up in no mo' than ten minutes."

Bitch strutted away as tha lil' ponies gots back ta it, n' Cheerilee thought they seemed ta quarrel n' delay slightly less dis time, though dat was probably just her imagination.

Da last one dat freaky freaky biatch had ta check up on was Snails, whom she put backstage cuz of his thugged-out absolute inabilitizzle ta do even da most thugged-out basic of acting; all he’d gotta do there was listen fo' certain cues n' then carry up one specific action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had even freestyled all of dat down on a list dat was easy as fuck  enough ta follow - even fo' his muthafuckin ass. Up ta dis point he’d done aiiight durin they practices yo, but you never knew.

Bitch gave his ass all dem reminders, n' he reassured her dat da thug wouldn’t let her down - all tha while bustin dat idiot grin of his. Cheerilee sighed as dat biiiiatch went back ta tha main stage, resigned ta tha fact dat she’d gotta leave dis one up ta fate.

Bitch was pleased ta peep tha other ponies already gathered n' up in posizzle when she gots there, all of dem chillin round a U-shaped table, tha open end of tha table pointin up in tha direction of tha crowd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Applez Bloom was dressed up as one of mah thugz of royal descent: a shinin crown on her head n' a regal mantle flowin down from her shoulders. To her right was tha remainin two Cutie Mark Crusaders, both dressed up in exaggerated versionz of knightly armour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sweetie Belle’s was coloured as white as her own coat, while Scootaloo’s was a funky-ass bright red. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Considerin dis glarin difference up in colour, Cheerilee wondered how tha fuck they could possibly fuck up each other’s helmet fo' they own, anyway.

Compared ta tha two ponies on tha other side of tha table, they looked heroic n' chivalrous - which was exactly tha idea. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silver Spoon’s costume was pitch black, while Diamond Tiara’s was a thugged-out deep purple. Da steez of they costumes was likewise different from tha two knights; they both wore suttin' mo' akin ta a cold-ass lil courtier’s dress or a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diplomatz gown than a warriorz armour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Mean looks was bein exchanged all over tha table, n' Cheerilee couldn’t decizzle if they was genuinely tryin ta git tha fuck into character, or if tha natural animositizzle of tha CMC towardz tha other two fillies was at work here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da only actin pony whoz ass wasn’t on set yet was Snips yo, but then again n' again n' again da thug wasn’t even up in tha next scene.

Cheerilee strutted over ta tha left side of tha stage n' held tha curtain aside fo' her muthafuckin ass. Da leader of tha orchestra immediately spotted her as she emerged next ta him, n' raised a eyebrow questioningly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch nodded at his ass n' he nodded back, turnin his thugged-out attention towardz tha musical muthafuckas - most of whom was playaz or crew of tha hustlas. Cheerilee slipped back behind tha curtains, as dat freaky freaky biatch heard tha straight-up original gangsta soft notes float all up in tha air. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. By tha time dat biiiiatch was back up in tha centre of tha stage tha noize had increased up in volume n' could be heard all all up in tha theatre, tha rap battlez slowly dyin down as everypony took ta they seats.

Cheerilee looked up ta peep Snails - thankfully up in tha right spot between tha stage lights - wavin at her sheepishly. Da ushers took they cue from tha beatz, n' slowly tha lights up in tha theatre hall took a dirt nap down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da pace of tha noize increased n' tha feelin of anticipation intensified, until, suddenly, tha curtains slid open all dem feet, accompanied by tha rollin of drums. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stepped forward past tha curtains, as Snails turned on a spotlight n' aimed it at her, bathang her up in a cold-ass lil circle of light as she moved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Despite tha curtains bein partially open tha darknizz behind Cheerilee revealed not a god damn thang ta tha crew. Da noize took a dirt nap down n' Cheerilee’s voice took over, ringin up crystal clear all up in tha enormous room cuz of tha slick acoustics.

"Fillies n' gentlecolts, it is wit pimped out pride dat mah hustlas n' I welcome you ta our straight-up own play. They have all hit dat shiznit so hard on dis over tha past few months, n' our crazy asses hope yo big-ass booty is ghon trip off it as much as we trip off brangin it ta yo thugged-out ass. Of one thang I be certain: dis is ghon be a evenin you won’t soon forget," Cheerilee smiled widely despite her muthafuckin ass. Most of dis was just tha kind of openin dat dunkadelic hoe thought everypony would expect yo, but dat biiiiatch was certain dat last part would turn up ta be all true.

"And now without further ado I be proud as a muthafucka ta introduce, performed up in Ponyville fo' tha last time ever: Reginald tha Sly!"

Da noize blew up like a muthafucka again n' again n' again durin her last lyrics as her dope ass disappeared behind tha curtains, followin dem ta tha right side of tha stage as they slid open behind her n' shit. Da noize took a dirt nap down once again n' again n' again as tha spotlight was turned off n' then tha main stage lights turned on, slowly illuminatin tha scene.

Cheerilee could hear tha play startin while dat biiiiatch went down a set of stairs ta git underneath tha stage. Da size of tha stage itself was impressive yo, but tha area underneath dat shiznit was simply amazing. There was nuff room ta install all sortz of devices ta spruce up any play, n' tha stage itself was thick n' well-isolated enough dat ponies could work down here without disturbin tha hustlas on stage.

Bitch had once started bangin a metal pipe against a shitload of tha iron stage supports while her hustlas was up on tha stage ta rehearse, just ta peep if they’d hear dat shit. They hadn’t.

Bitch made her way in-between tha beams supportin tha stage n' tha various props n' gadgets dat reached down from tha stage, headin fo' tha prompt corner n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch finally arrived at all dem wooden steps, which took her ta a level half-way between tha stage n' tha area underneath it, so dat only her head peeked up above stage-level. From there dat thugged-out biiiatch could peep tha play from tha same side as tha crew, without straight-up bein peeped by tha crew cuz of tha way tha prompt corner was built tha fuck into tha stage: from tha crew’s point of view it just looked like a slightly raised box.

Durin some skits a "prompt" would sit here ta feed hustlas they lines if they forgot dem yo, but tha dialogue up in dis one wasn’t overly fucked up, n' they had never rehearsed wit tha possibilitizzle of a prompt up in mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Cheerilee didn’t be thinkin any of dem would even realise dat biiiiatch was there.

Bitch tried ta pick up tha thread of tha play, since dat freaky freaky biatch had obviously missed a shitload of it on her way there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. They seemed slightly further along than Cheerilee had expected yo, but her dope ass didn’t know if dis was cuz of dem rushin or leavin suttin' out, or if dat freaky freaky biatch had just been struttin slower than dat dunkadelic hoe thought dat freaky freaky biatch had been.

Bitch shook her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it didn’t matter n' shit. This scene wasn’t blingin ta her n' shiznit fo' realz. A grin spread across her grill as her big-ass booty sat n' peeped it, n' waited fo' a scene dat was.

Applez Bloom slammed her hoof on tha table as her dope ass dramatically looked first ta tha left of tha table, then ta tha right.

"All of dis is meaningless. We still gotta put a stop ta dis Reginald tha Sly, n' ah don’t care whoz ass do it, or how," her big-ass booty holla'd, tryin her dopest ta keep most of her accent outta her acting. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was like tha one wit tha freshest grasp of tha script, simply cuz she found it easier by far ta distizzle her muthafuckin ass from her accent if her big-ass booty stuck purely ta her lines fo' realz. As soon as her dope ass drifted from dem even a funky-ass bit, dat shiznit was all over n' tha accent was back n' up in full swing. Well shiiiit, it sounded straight-up odd outta tha grill of a mackdaddy, ta be sure.

"But mah mackdaddy, I maintain dat violins aint tha answer," Silver Spoon declared. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "If you would just let yo' royal advisor n' I work on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diplomatic solution, then I be shizzle dat -"

"No!" tha mackdaddy cut her short. "Do you be thinkin ah know not what tha fuck goes on when ah have mah back turned, biatch? Da two of yo big-ass booty is ghon stay right here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sir Lance-a-lot tha Brave, Ah entrust dis task ta yo thugged-out ass. Find dis villain n' brang his ass back here, so he may grill mah judgement," her dope ass decreed as she leaned forward over tha table, pointin her hoof at Scootaloo before bangin it on tha table again.

"Just leave it ta me; I’ll brang his ass back kickin n' screaming!" Scootaloo holla'd as she raised a hoof enthusiastically, straight-up ignorin tha script n' tha lines her big-ass booty should be using. Fortunately it came down ta much tha same thang, which was probably tha only reason tha fillies couldn’t hear Cheerilee grindin her teeth all tha way up on stage.

Scootaloo gots up from tha table n' bowed down before her mackdaddy before takin all dem steps away from tha table n' turnin around.

Da lights went up fo' a short moment, n' when they gots turned back on only Scootaloo was still on stage, tha Mackdaddy’s table was straight-up deserted n' less lightin was focused on dat area than before. In addizzle ta this, Scootaloo was now carryin a white lizzle round wit her, holdin it under one of her wings.

Da brave knight started struttin across tha stage, takin roundabout routes round some set props n' piecez of decor.

"These is tha Wildlands, there is no diggity. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So where could dat weaselly Reginald be, biatch? I heard he’s sly as a gangbangin' fox, n' legit as dat may be, he’ll never outwit tha likez of mah dirty ass."

Speakin thusly Sir Lance-a-lot came up ta a part of tha stage dat like obviously represented a mountain wit a mine entrizzle leadin tha fuck into dat shit. Da backdrop of tha decor served as tha mountain while tha shallow mine entrizzle was mo' of a lil buildin on stage, n' expertly made.

Suddenly a lil' small-ass hooded figure emerged on tha scene, bustin black robes yo. His grill was hidden by tha hood yo, but mah playas could deduce dat shiznit was Snips based on his height n' a simple process of elimination.

Da freshly smoked up arrival casually strolled down tha same path Sir Lance-a-lot was currently utilizing, n' it wasn’t long before they crossed paths up in front of tha mine itself.

"Halt son! By order of tha mackdaddy I, Sc- ehem- Sir Lance-a-lot have come ta put a end ta Reginald tha Sly. Is you he?" Scootaloo holla'd like louder than was necessary even durin a play.

"Oh shiiiiiiiit, noble knight. I be but a simple hermit, livin up in tha mountains yonder," tha robed figure replied as he motioned towardz tha mountains up in tha distance.

Scootaloo scoffed at dis n' raised her chin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "A lil thang like fuckin you would indeed not done been much of a cold-ass lil challenge. Yo ass be lookin like you can hardly stand upright durin a gentle summer breeze. Now tell me quick, simple soul, if I wish ta find dis Reginald, where should I go?"

"Ah, yo ass is indeed fortunate, sir knight. Da villain you seek has his fuckin lair up in dis straight-up cave," tha lil robed pony motioned all up in tha mine entrizzle wit a nod of his head.

"In there, you’re shizzle of this?" tha brave knight axed as she peered inside.

"Of course, would I lie, biatch? Yo ass might gotta leave yo' lizzle behind though, a shitload of narrow passages down there."

Da filly threw tha stranger all dem scrutinizin glances, then looked straight all up in tha crew n' shrugged. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch placed her lizzle against tha rocks outside n' approached tha entrance. "If I don’t find his ass up in there I’m comin back here ta kick yo' flank!" Scootaloo holla'd, again n' again n' again interpretin tha script liberally before headin inside.

As soon as her big-ass booty stepped tha fuck into tha darknizz Snips sprang tha fuck into motion n' pulled a rock away ta reveal a old-fashioned lever hidden there, not unlike dem used ta chizzle tha direction of train tracks.

"Yo dawwwwg! It’s a thugged-out dead end up in here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. What is you playin at?" Scootaloo’s voice came echoin from inside of tha mine.

Upon hearin dis Snips pulled tha lever tha fuck into a neutral position, n' at once a metal gate slammed shut over tha entrizzle ta tha mine. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootaloo’s helmed head reappeared up in tha light as she looked all up in tha metal bars up in front of her wit fake astonishment, bobbin dem violently wit her hooves. "What tha fuck iz dis trickery, biatch? Let me up right dis instant, or tha justice of Mackdaddy Goldencrow shall come down upon yo' head, be whomever you may!"

Da hooded pony let up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diabolical laugh as he approached tha metal gate, standin next ta it as he addressed tha knight, so dat he may still roughly be facin tha crew as well.

"Be whoever I may, biatch? Why, you’re thicker than I thought, you righteous foal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Well shiiiit, it iz of course I, Reginald tha Sly," Snips announced as da ruffneck drew back tha hood ta reveal his dirty ass.

"Did yo dirty ass be thinkin I would not expect one of y'all ta come here eventually, or dat I would not recognise tha ‘Great’ Sir Lance-a-lot, bravest of all tha knights up in tha realm, when she arrived upon mah doorstep, biatch? It be yo' courage dat shall now be yo' undoing," his schmoooove ass continued, followed by mo' laughter.

Sir Lance-a-lot shook tha metal gate some more, n' tried ta lift it up yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch could not. "Yo ass devil! Yo ass heathen, you dishonourable wretch! When I git outta here, it’ll be off wit yo' head!"

Reginald tha Sly paused fo' a moment as he put both his hooves on tha lever once mo' n' mo' n' mo'. "Then it’s fortunate" da perved-out muthafucka holla'd menacingly, "that you aint NEVER gonna git outta there, eva again."

Dude pulled down, n' suddenly a pimped out rumblin could be heard all up in tha theater as tha orchestra kicked up in wit a impressive display of percussive instruments.

Sir Lance-a-lot, much like tha crew, recoiled n' looked round fearfully, takin all dem steps backwardz tha fuck into tha mine n' thus disappearin outta sight.

Suddenly there was a funky-ass bangin crash, as a cold-ass lil cloud of smoke or dust erupted from tha mine. Once it cleared up n' tha noize took a dirt nap down, tha crew could peep tha entrizzle of tha cave again yo, but tha openin behind tha metal gate was now blocked by what tha fuck rocked up ta be a wall of stone n' rubble.

Snips simply took tha lizzle tha knight had left behind between his cold-ass teeth n' strutted off, as tha stage lights gradually took a dirt nap down n' tha curtains closed.

Da crew remained silent fo' a moment, surprised by tha sudden pimpment but then suddenly started rappin' amongst theyselves bout tha eventz of tha play so far. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da only one whoz ass seemed ta have anythang wack ta say bout dat shiznit was Rainbow Dash, whoz ass thought dat shiznit was pure folly ta bust a cap up in off tha character of tha "most talented hustla up in tha group" so soon.

Cheerilee left her place up in tha prompt’s corner n' went back under tha stage. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch headed up in tha direction of a gangbangin' faint bangin noise, towardz tha part directly under tha mine.

Bitch couldn’t help smilin all up in tha thought dat every last muthafuckin thang dat freaky freaky biatch had hit dat shiznit fo' all these months was finally bout ta pay off, n' memoriez of how tha fuck all dat shiznit started involuntarily flooded her mind.

"And that’s how tha fuck Equestria was made," Cheerilee concluded her lil history lesson. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch turned away from tha blackboard ta grill tha class, n' was at once struck by how tha fuck eerily unfamiliar dis scene still was.

Ever since tha board had decided ta chizzle up tha crews n' put her up in charge of tha fillies n' foals whoz ass needed some ‘extra attention’, thangs had been takin a turn fo' tha worst. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was used ta seein hustlas off all up in tha end of tha year n' welcomin freshly smoked up ones back up in tha beginnin of tha next, of course. But despite that, gettin a freshly smoked up crew assigned ta her outta tha blue just didn’t feel like right.

Especially not dis group, Cheerilee thought as she gritted her teeth up in pure frustration.

It became at once clear dat no filly or foal up in tha room had straight-up been listenin ta a word dat freaky freaky biatch had holla'd, as per usual. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Instead Sweetie Belle n' Scootaloo was havin a hushed conversation, while Silver Spoon n' Diamond Tiara seemed ta be mo' inclined ta admirin each other’s blin instead of concentratin on tha lesson at hand.

In tha back row, Snips n' Snails was bustin up at suttin' dat could only eva be amusin ta tha likez of em.

A smile suddenly crept onto Cheerilee’s grill as she noticed there was, up in fact, one single filly whoz ass seemed ta be payin attention.

"Oh Applez Bloom, biatch? Would you mind explainin tha importizzle of tha day-night cycle ta yo' less attentizzle classmates?" Cheerilee axed as cheerfully as dat thugged-out biiiatch could manage.

To her pimped out surprise n' even pimped outer annoyance, Applez Bloom seemed ta veer up all up in tha mention of her name, lookin round tha room somewhat panicky. "Oh… ummm…Yea, yea I s’pose ah can... ehhmmm... lessee here now, nahmeean?.." Applez Bloom holla'd as her big-ass booty scratched her head.

"Night an’ dizzle is blingin... Because... Because if there was only one or th’other, either Luna or Celestia would be straight-up sad," dat thugged-out biiiatch concluded wit a smile, raisin a hoof up in a ‘That’s it, right?’ gesture.

Cheerilee gritted her teeth once again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Of course. Da one filly whoz ass had been payin attention hadn’t understood a word she’d holla'd.

As Cheerilee opened her grill ta formulate a cold-ass lil chastisin response, Scootaloo suddenly loudly interjected "That’s stupid hommie biaaatch! Really, whoz ass could eva come up wit a reason as wack as that?" she pointed a hoof towardz Applez Bloom.

"Ah don’t peep you comin’ up wit a funky-ass mo' betta answer either n' shiznit fo' realz. Ah bet you don’t even know what tha fuck you’re rappin' about!" Applez Bloom retorted just as loudly as dat thugged-out biiiatch crossed her hooves up in front of her chest.

"Oh yeah, biatch? Why did I git a funky-ass mo' betta grade on dat last test then?"

"We all know you cheated!" "Did not!" "Did so!" "Did NOT!" "DID SO! "DI-"

"GIRLS!" Cheerilee shouted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "This is neither tha time nor tha place ta hold such pointless debates muthafucka! You’re here ta learn n' pay attention. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And dat goes fo' all of you, yeaaaa you too Diamond Tiara, don’t look so surprised!"

Bitch paused one moment as she kicked it wit tha gaze of every last muthafuckin filly n' foal up in turn, as they was finally on tha down-low fo' once. "I’d have thought tha topic of todizzle’s class would be exceedingly bangin-ass ta lil' ponies who, like you all, witnessed Supa-Hoe Luna’s return, a major oldschool event dat shed much light on our ghetto’s history n' origins."

"Oh yeah!" Applez Bloom chimed in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Bitch was stuck on tha moon fo' a thousand years, right?"

"Da moon?" Scootaloo snorted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. "That’s impossible. Not even Rainbow Dash could fly dat high! Besides, what tha fuck would she smoke fo' a thousand years, biatch? Da moon don’t exactly look grassy from where I’m standing."

At dis Applez Bloom remained uncharacteristically silent, as she pondered tha question. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Bitch could just smoke cheese, right, biatch? Da moon’s made of tha stuff!"

Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she planted her own hoof against her forehead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Da moon aint made of cheese!" "Oh it is so!"

"Ehem," came a mo' serene voice from beside tha two as Sweetie Belle moved her head closer ta tha pair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "I’m sorry Applez Bloom yo, but I gotta smoke wit Scootaloo here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da moon can’t be made outta cheese."

By dis point tha other fillies n' foals had pretty much reverted ta they own activitizzles again, as Cheerilee stood softly bumpin her head tha fuck into tha blackboard, straight-up at a loss bout what tha fuck up in tha hay dat thugged-out biiiatch could do ta git all up in ta these ponies.

Bitch stopped bustin so as dat freaky freaky biatch heard Sweetie Belle’s calm voice, n' her ears roe up as she listened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Perhaps one of them, at least, had some sense up in her yet!

"It can’t be made outta cheese," Sweetie Belle stated confidently, "because if it was, Luna’d have smoked a big-ass hole up in it by now, nahmeean?"

"Oh yeah!" Applez Bloom holla'd as comprehension dawned up in her eyes. "Ah s’pose dat make sense."

"NO!" Cheerilee screamed as dat dunkadelic hoe turned around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "It do not son! It do not make any sense at all! Da moon aint made outta cheese cuz, ugh, you know what… Forget dat shit. Class dismissed hommie biaaatch! Y'all have tha rest of tha dizzle off. Go!" Biatch pointed wildly all up in tha door, not trustin her muthafuckin ass ta be able ta keep calm up in tha company of these impossible foals n' fillies fo' even a moment longer n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch thought she might start breakin thangs if dis went on.

All of tha foals n' fillies up in tha classroom quickly gots up from they desks, nearly gallopin fo' tha door.

"What’s up wit her?" Scootaloo axed as soon as they gots outta tha room yo, but when they was still well within earshot of Cheerilee.

"Meh, Ah dun’ even know" Applez Bloom holla'd as her big-ass booty shrugged. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They suddenly heard tha tell-tale sound of glass shatterin against suttin' comin from tha classroom behind em. They both looked back over they shoulder, then looked at each other, shrugged, n' continued on they way.

Cheerilee paced up n' down tha length n' width of her livin room relentlessly. Piecez of splintered wood covered tha floor, startin at where her table had been n' trailin all tha way tha fuck into tha kitchen, where you could just make up tha rough outline of what tha fuck had been one of tha table’s legs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shardz of porcelain n' hardened clay was sprinkled around, n' tha place just generally looked like a hurricane had swept all up in dat shit. Or two.

Cheerilee stopped her pacin round fo' a moment yo, but only so dat thugged-out biiiatch could aim all dem well-placed kicks all up in tha remainin piecez of furniture up in tha room. "Why?!, biatch? Why can’t I git these ponies ta BEHAVE!" her big-ass booty screeched up in frustration.

And this, up in fact, lay all up in tha straight-up centre of tha issue. Ever since she gots her Cutie mark, dat freaky freaky biatch had been able ta brang up tha dopest up in ponies n' peep dem blossom, peep dem grow. Yet here was a funky-ass bunch of foals n' fillies she’d been hustlin on fo' over six months, n' they hadn’t hustled anything. Not a single thang!

It ate at her confidence n' kept her up at night. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch lay twistin n' turnin as dat biiiiatch wondered if dat biiiiatch was losin her edge, if dat freaky freaky biatch had lost her gift. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch spend countless minutes all up in tha library Twilight Sparkle tended to, under tha guise of lookin fo' readin material dat might interest her hustlas. When Twilight noted dat biiiiatch was lookin at a shitload of books coverin tha subject of Cutie Marks, Cheerilee holla'd at her dat biiiiatch was horny bout alleviatin tha concerns three of her pupils had, tha self-proclaimed Cutie Mark Crusaders.

But dis was not true; tha real reason was tha one question constantly on Cheerilee’s mind: Can a Cutie Mark be mistaken, biatch? Is it possible dat I never was as phat at teachin as I thought I was, biatch? That I simply had easy as fuck  foals n' fillies ta work wit before, biatch? Or if a Cutie Mark be accurate all up in tha time it manifests, can it like grow inaccurate over time?

These thangs n' nuff mo' like it slowly pushed Cheerilee down tha fuck into tha shadowy land of depression. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch found her patience bustin mo' n' mo' n' mo' thin n' lost faith up in her muthafuckin ass mo' n' mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch found it hard ta git up each mornin n' harder still ta brang her muthafuckin ass ta return ta tha classroom where she knew they would be waiting, ta turn another dizzle tha fuck into a livin hell.

For tha last few nights dat freaky freaky biatch had been lyin awake up in bed, starin up all up in tha ceiling, wonderin what tha fuck it would be like ta just let all dat shiznit go fo' realz. At times like dat dat biiiiatch would sometimes tilt her head ta peep tha glimmerin steel of tha knife dat freaky freaky biatch had put on her nightstand, just up in case she eva found tha brief moment of courage she needed to, to…

Cheerilee strutted over ta tha big-ass standin mirror up in a cold-ass lil corner of her livin room, which surprisingly remained intact. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked all up in tha reflection of her Cutie Mark up in tha mirror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Those faces, dem smilin faces seemed ta laugh at her, mock her, belil her fo' eva havin had tha audacitizzle be thinkin dat dat biiiiatch was phat at something, phat at anything…

"NO!" Cheerilee yelled fo' tha umpteenth time dat dizzle as da hoe bucked her hind hairy-ass legs hard all up in tha mirror, her hooves shatterin it tha fuck into a thousand pieces which joined tha mess on tha floor.

Cheerilee’s eyes twitched slightly as she panted n' stared outta her window, tha fuck into her wild n' overgrown garden. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Normally it’d be filled wit dope flowers n' neatly trimmed at dis time of tha year yo, but wit her eva increasin momentz of depression n' lethargy, not ta mention all tha trips ta tha library, dat freaky freaky biatch had not been able ta tend ta her garden as well as dat biiiiatch would have liked. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Vines n' weedz choked tha buddin flowers dat freaky freaky biatch had planted long before, suffocatin dem n' slowly squeezin tha game outta they growth.

Bitch stared first all up in tha garden n' then at her Cutie Mark, before starin all up in tha garden once mo' n' mo' n' mo' fo' realz. And suddenly all dat shiznit became clear ta her, all dat shiznit made sense. Dat shiznit was not dat dat biiiiatch wasn’t a phat mackdaddy, oh no! Biatch had a gift, a pimped out gift, dat freaky freaky biatch had always had it, n' dat freaky freaky biatch hadn’t lost dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch would never lose dat shit.

But her garden, her class… was overgrown by vines n' weeds. Weedz dat had ta be purged from it, if flowers was eva ta bloom again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Vines dat had ta be cut n' removed all up in tha root, if dat biiiiatch was ta take her responsibilitizzles as a mackdaddy seriously.

Bitch on tha fuckin' down-lowly sat starin outta her window as night fell, tha stars n' tha moon barely illuminatin tha darknizz enough fo' her ta see.

Bitch thought bout what tha fuck her big-ass booty should do next, what tha fuck dat thugged-out biiiatch could do. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch realized tha plans dat biiiiatch was makin was fo' tha dopest n' would eventually "save" mo' lives than they would ruin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But some ponies, most notably tha crewz of tha weedz dat freaky freaky biatch had identified, might not peep dis tha same ol' dirty way. They wouldn’t be able ta comprehend tha real deal of tha matter up in tha way her dope ass done did.

So she’d need ta be subtle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch needed ta be crafty fo' realz. And yet, suttin' inside of her didn’t want dis all ta go down on tha fuckin' down-lowly up in tha night.

Bitch desired a show. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch desired spectacle. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch desired ta show mah playas up in Ponyville once n' fo' all what tha fuck a pimped out mackdaddy she, Cheerilee, was n' ta show dem dat thugged-out biiiatch could deal wit any problem dat might occur durin they fillies n' foals’ ejaculation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Even if tha filly or foal up in question was tha problem.

Bitch struggled wit these seemingly contradictory goals fo' a while, before finally receivin yet another epiphany, another glorious idea.

"I think…" dat biiiiatch whispered on tha fuckin' down-lowly up in tha dark as her big-ass booty slowly grasped tha knife from tha nearby nightstand n' held it up in tha light of tha moon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "It’s time fo' another school play..."

Suddenly her big-ass booty started giggling, all her fears, doubts n' other dark emotions burst forth tha fuck into a vortex of madness, as her big-ass booty snatched up a picture frame from tha desk next ta her n' shit. Da picture it contained had been taken just earlier dat month; dat shiznit was tha obligatory 'Teacher wit Her Class' photograph they made every last muthafuckin year. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch took it outta tha frame.

Bitch then quickly lit one of tha candlez up in tha room, surprised dat her big-ass booty still had one dat wasn’t too broken. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As tha lil flame lit up tha room carefully held tha picture up in dat shit. Da flame burned brighter n' started ta consume tha picture, lickin all up in tha hoovez of tha foals n' fillies who’s image was captured on it fo' realz. And fo' tha last time up in six months, Cheerilee just couldn’t stop smiling.

Scootaloo took all dem steps backwardz tha fuck into tha darknizz n' acted surprised preparin fo' tha trapdoor ta open underneath her muthafuckin ass.

Bitch dropped down wit pimped out agilitizzle as tha floor disappeared from underneath her n' landed up in a sort of metal cage all dem feet lower n' shiznit fo' realz. A cloud of dust was blown outta tha mine entrizzle above her as a metal press came down ta fill tha mine n' cover tha entrance. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootaloo knew dat fo' tha crew it wouldn’t look metallic at all, as they had decorated it on tha outside wit what tha fuck would step tha fuck up ta be stones n' rocks ta em.

"Ow!" she grimaced as she landed, tha bars on tha bottom of tha cage bitin tha fuck into her hooves. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked down n' frowned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There used ta be a big-ass piece of wood coverin tha bottom of tha metal cage yo, but dat shiznit was nowhere ta be found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! There was a pimped out, round plastic tub underneath tha cage, which Scootaloo couldn’t remember seein before either.

Then again, she mused, if dat shiznit was already there while tha wooden platform was still here, she naturally wouldn’t have peeped dat shit.

Bitch quickly tugged at all dem key strings up in her tracksuit wit her teeth, unfuckin wit tha knots up in dem one by one. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since these knots kept tha entire thang together it wasn’t long before dat thugged-out biiiatch could simply shake it off. Well shiiiit, it all looked straight-up def yo, but it shizzle was uncomfortable ta move round in.

Bitch could just leave tha tracksuit up in here fo' now fo' realz. After all, dat biiiiatch wasn’t able ta go back ta tha dressin room until tha show was over, n' her big-ass booty shizzle wasn’t draggin it round wit her muthafuckin ass.

Bitch reached up fo' tha cage door n' attempted ta push it open wit her hoof yo, but ta her pimped out surprise it wouldn’t budge dis time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch pushed against it fo' a while n' then threw her shoulder tha fuck into it, which she instantly regretted yo, but still it would not open.

Turnin round da hoe bucked her hind hairy-ass legs all up in tha door up in a attempt ta force open tha lock yo, but she may as well not have bothered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All she ended up bustin was bustin  some bangin noise echoin all up in tha area.

"Dumb door playa! If I smoke up whoz ass locked dis thang I’m goin to..." dat freaky freaky biatch hissed up in frustration, when suddenly Cheerilee emerged from tha darkness, Scootaloo’s head bout level wit hers fo' once.

Cheerilee simply smiled all up in tha filly as she approached tha cage, not sayin a single word.

"Miss Cheerilee biaaatch! I wasn’t goin ta say anythang bad, honest son! Just dat I’m goin ta be... straight-up upset wit tha pony whoz ass locked tha door, that’s all," her big-ass booty holla'd sheepishly fo' realz. At least Cheerilee would probably be able ta git her outta there.

Da orange filly started ta feel somewhat uncomfortable as her mackdaddy just stood there unmoving, her features still obscured by tha darknizz dat reigned supreme under tha stage.

"Oh I git it son! Haha! Dat shiznit was a joke biaaatch! That’s pimped out Miss Cheerilee; you obviously haven’t lost yo' bust a nut on fo' pranks yet son! Now euh... could you please let me out?" tha lil' filly axed pleadingly, not shizzle what tha fuck ta make of tha mare’s strange behaviour.

Cheerilee nodded enthusiastically as her big-ass booty stepped forward n' a wide toothy grin split her face.

Somethang bout tha look up in her mackdaddy’s eyes shocked Scootaloo deeply; it felt as if her big-ass booty saw not a god damn thang but hatred n' contempt up in dem big, chronic globes. Cheerilee reached up fo' a lever on tha wall n' pulled it down slightly, n' suddenly tha mass of metal above Scootaloo’s head started ta inch its way down toward her at a steady pace.

Da lil filly suddenly didn’t feel laid back up in tha cage no mo', n' she let up a lil squeal of terror. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Wait son! What’s goin on, please stop! This aint funky no mo', Miss Cheerilee biaaatch! I wanna git up son! Let me out!"

Cheerilee brought her grill close ta tha cage ta stare at Scootaloo, relishin up in tha terror dat biiiiatch was inflictin upon one of tha lil monstas dat had tormented her so. "I thought you wanted ta git outta tha cage, biatch? This’ll git you out, you lil weed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Just watch."

Scootaloo’s brave facade finally broke, as tears started streamin down her face. "No! Yo ass ca-can’t do th-this muthafucka! Everypony will kn-know... th-they’ll smoke up son! Applez Bloom n' Sweetie Belle will come look fo' me, and..."

"HAH!" Cheerilee interrupted tha frantic filly as da hoe burst tha fuck into genuine laughter n' shit. "Ahahaha! Yo ass foal; dem playaz of yours is next fo' realz. And as fo' tha others... Yo ass let me worry bout that, ok, biatch? Yo ass have different problems," Cheerilee nodded up all up in tha wall of iron still inchin down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There was now less than half tha original gangsta amount of space left between it n' tha bottom of tha cage.

"NO!" tha lil filly screamed as she lifted her front hairy-ass legs above her head, pushin up against tha metal threatenin ta crush her against tha bottom of tha cage. Da press protested wit some metallic screechin noises n' shuddered fo' a moment, n' then almost came ta a cold-ass lil complete halt.

With tha machine pushin down on her n' her pushin up ta halt its progress, tha heat on tha hooves dat remained on tha bottom barz of tha cage was immense. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch whimpered as tha thin, rectangular metal strips slowly started ta crack her hooves yo, but her dope ass didn’t dare move fo' fear of bein crushed.

Da machine did not relent n' tha cracks up in her hooves grew wider n' wider, makin her pant wit pain as Cheerilee stood n' watched.

Finally she let up a scream as her hooves broke n' tha thin bars gots driven up tha fuck into her flesh, blood slowly startin ta boil up round tha metal n' drippin down tha fuck into tha tub underneath. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootaloo bit down onto her lip as she panted from tha immense pain dat washed over her when tha blunt bars broke her skin, tearin n' pullin at her flesh.

"Please... p-please...stop... please, I’ll... unghh... I’ll... be... good... I swear!" she managed ta git up between tha gasps fo' air n' tha criez of pain dat otherwise escaped her grill.

"Eight months, EIGHT MONTHS!" tha mare suddenly screeched up in fury, abruptly switchin over from laughter ta anger up in tha blink of a eye. "That’s how tha fuck much time you had ta show a glimmer of intelligence, n' you failed!" In a gangbangin' fit of rage Cheerilee pulled down tha lever a lil' bit more, n' tha metal press instantly started ta push down even harder, tryin ta crush Scootaloo even faster.

"For tha phat of all tha flowers up in tha ghetto, weedz like you must GO!"

Scootaloo tried ta cry up as tha metal bars was instantly pushed all up in tha fleshy partz of her hooves, tha metal grindin angrily ta a halt against tha bones up in her legs yo, but instead of screams all dat came outta her grill was a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disgustin gurglin sound, followed by wavez of bile n' vomit as tha unearthly pain turned her stomach n' nearly made her black up on tha spot. Da only thang keepin her conscious bein tha copious amountz of adrenaline her body was pumpin tha fuck into her system, up in a thugged-out desperate attempt ta try n' survive tha ordeal.

Da foul n' sour substizzle splattered all over tha floor of tha cage n' dribble down Scootaloo’s body from her grill, joinin tha streamz of blood as they tumbled tha fuck into tha tub below.

Cheerilee took all dem quick steps back as tha vomitin started, ta avoid gettin any of it on her hooves. That’d be simply distasteful. Da machine continued pushin Scootaloo down, she now had ta bend slightly forward as da hoe fuckin started hysterically pushin up wit her shouldaz n' head as well, grindin her hooves even mo' tha fuck into tha metal below even as her hairy-ass legs violently shook, unable ta take tha heat much longer.

Da barz of tha cage floor ground against her bare bones n' they slowly fuckin started ta crack. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootaloo screamed up in wordless terror, pain n' hysteria once more, her mind filled only wit tha red bangin' feelin of pain emanatin not only from her heavily mutilated hooves yo, but also from tha rest of her body yo. Her throat was raw n' damaged from all tha beatboxin n' vomiting, blood drippin outta tha cornerz of her grill, n' her upper legs, shouldaz n' neck was all feelin tha strain from pushin up against tha metal.

Suddenly tha strain became too much fo' her lil pony legs, as tha bones up in her hooves snapped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da metal strips blasted up all up in her hairy-ass legs as tha metal plate pushed her down, cleavin all up in her young, soft flesh like butter n' splittin her overstressed bones clean up in two. Da freshly smoked up pain, a hundred times worse than all tha pain dat had come before, bust her tha fuck into a freshly smoked up fit of vomitin yo, but all dat would come up was a puddle of blood dat her big-ass booty spat all over her muthafuckin ass.

Her body couldn’t handle tha sensory overload n' dat dunkadelic hoe teetered on tha brink of a funky-ass black up yo, but every last muthafuckin freshly smoked up bone dat snapped pulled her right back outta tha dope embrace of darkness, n' tha blunt metal bar blasted all up in her so fast now dat dat freaky freaky biatch hardly had any time ta fall unconscious at all.

Blood splattered down tha fuck into tha tub, where tha red liquid had pooled tha fuck into a lake together wit various other bodily fluids, wit mo' of it leakin outta Scootaloo’s hairy-ass legs as if dat biiiiatch was a opened forty of tomato juice one of mah thugs was holdin upside down.

Da room swam before her eyes n' dat biiiiatch was too weak ta continue screaming, her forelegs started ta give up n' would soon drop down as her big-ass booty started ta lose consciousnizz up in earnest.

Then suddenly, afta what tha fuck seemed ta Scootaloo as a cold-ass lil century afta tha metal had fucked up all up in her first bone(although dat shiznit was up in realitizzle only all dem moments) tha metal plate straight-up stopped pressin down n' straight-up lifted a lil bit as Cheerilee pushed tha lever up, a crazy look of glee on her face.

Scootaloo, now unable ta brace her weakened body against anythang as tha metal plate slid outta reach, tumbled backwardz onto tha bottom of tha cage. Da metal bars was still stuck halfway up her legs, holdin dem up in place yo. Her weakened hairy-ass legs couldn’t handle tha strain as dat dunkadelic hoe toppled backwardz tha fuck into a physically impossible position, n' wit a horrendous scream n' torrentz of blood Scootaloo’s leg simply snapped off up in tha middle, musclez n' ligaments simply tearin off of tha bone as it broke right round tha split point tha metal bars had pimped.

Bitch had thought da most thugged-out shitty pain had been over, fo' tha second time up in all dem minute dat biiiiatch was proven wrong: there was a pain worse than what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had been goin through, n' dis was dat shit.

Lookin shakily down her body all up in tha mangled remainz of her hairy-ass legs dat was still attached, as well as tha lil bloody stumps stickin up above tha cage’s floor, almost made her barf blood all over her muthafuckin ass again yo, but her big-ass booty simply didn’t seem ta have any up in her no mo'.

Her body had grown pale cuz of tha copious amountz of blood dat freaky freaky biatch had lost n' was still losing, n' she’d probably take a thugged-out dirtnap within tha next few minutes even if a gangbangin' fully-equipped medicinal crew rocked up on tha scene right then n' there.

Cheerilee stood wit her left hoof on tha lever, pantin heavily n' bobbin wit pure excitement, straight-up unable ta keep tha ecstasy she felt at her twisted trips finally comin legit outta her voice as her big-ass booty spoke. "Any last lyrics, mah lil weed?"

Scootaloo could hardly hear her all up in tha ungodly amountz of pain dat biiiiatch was feeling, as dirtnap started ta wrap her up in his cold embrace yo. Her body had lost so much fluid by now dat her dope ass didn’t even manage ta cry as dat dunkadelic hoe thought bout what tha fuck she’d like ta say ta Rainbow Dash, like bein sorry dat she’d never grow up ta be tha flyer Rainbow Dash thought dat thugged-out biiiatch could be. Instead all dat came outta her grill was a low gurgling, n' another pool of blood.

"I guess not. WHO’D WANT TO HEAR IT ANYWAY?" Cheerily yelled almost hysterically as she pulled tha lever straight-up down.

Da lil filly saw tha metal plate storm down at her like a funky-ass batterin ram, her body too weak fo' a funky-ass bigger erection than her feeble attempt ta raise her front hooves ta shield her head.

With a sickenin crash tha machine pounded down tha fuck into tha filly, rollin her entire body tha fuck into tha bars below.

Da crash was so sickeningly bangin dat even Cheerilee closed turned her head away fo' a moment n' brought up a hoof protectively.

Bitch could feel warm blood splatter against her grill n' body before she opened a eye tentatively. Da metal construction now filled tha entire cage, n' Scootaloo was nowhere ta be found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Blood spattas could be peeped up in a wide radius round tha cage, n' tha same red liquid dripped down tha side of tha tub ta make puddlez on tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. With her hairy-ass legs bobbin up in excitement, Cheerilee approached tha tub, takin care not ta step tha fuck into any of tha puddles.

For a moment she just stared down tha fuck into tha sanguine lake, amazed dat there had been all muthafuckin day... shiznit packed tha fuck into tha tiny filly’s body. Various chunkz of flesh n' bone floated round up in tha grotesque sea, as if they was tiny boats, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Cheerilee angled her head ta peep tha bottom of tha cage, n' saw lil bits n' piecez of Scootaloo still trapped between tha metal plate n' tha barz of tha cage as well yo, but apart from dem n' tha big-ass scarlet stain on tha metal no sign of tha filly eva havin been up in tha cage remained.

Cheerilee licked her lips while surveyin tha scene once mo' yo, but suddenly stopped as tha bitter taste of iron entered her grill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had forgotten she gots tha shiznit all over her muthafuckin ass but it smoked surprisingly... good.

This must be what tha fuck they mean when they say vengeizzle tastes dope, Cheerilee mused as she licked her lips n' cheeks clean.

Bitch spotted Scootaloo’s eyes floatin round up in tha lake of blood, starin up unseeingly all up in tha ceiling. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch couldn’t help but crack up n' laugh hysterically, even as dat biiiiatch went ta git cleaned up. Even long afta she gots tha straight-up last spattaz of blood outta her coat, tha visible ones anyway, she just couldn’t stop. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hadn’t peeped suttin' dis amusin all year!

Cheerilee finally gots back ta her spot up in tha prompt’s corner, still giddy wit excitement. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stared all up in tha stage without straight-up seein it, n' it took her all dem moments ta notice dat dat freaky freaky biatch hadn’t started payin attention ta tha play at all yet, dat biiiiatch was still just savourin Scootaloo’s last moments up in her mind’s eye.

Bitch shook her head all dem times ta git a grip, n' focused on tha stage up in front of her n' shit. Once her dope ass did dat it didn’t take her long ta figure up what tha fuck scene they was currently on n' Cheerilee had ta suppress another rush of excitement as she realised her next playtime wasn’t all dat far off.

Bitch saw Silver Spoon (in her black noble’s tracksuit) n' Diamond Tiara (in tha dark-purple gown of tha Royal Advisor) approach tha cottage of Reginald tha Sly. Based on where dis scene fit tha fuck into tha story, dat meant Cheerilee had missed tha scenes involvin Lance-a-lot’s fucked up lizzle bein served up back ta tha Royal Court, as well as tha ones where tha mackdaddy decided whoz ass ta bust next.

Cheerilee didn’t mind havin missed these at all. They didn’t interest her, she only cared bout what tha fuck was ta come next.

Da pink mare was like proud as a muthafucka of tha set pieces dat together formed Reginald’s cottage, thankin bout dem ta be straight-up sickly made. Instead of a actual closed-off building, only tha back wall n' tha left wall had been put tha fuck into place, givin tha crew a cold-ass lil clean view of tha building’s interior.

Bitch didn’t wanna aggrandize her own work yo, but dat biiiiatch was like proud as a muthafucka of tha way up in which she’d made dis all fit together all up in her plans n' instructions.

"... With care n' caution, mah dear Diamas," tha grey filly wit tha silver mane holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "That’s tha only way ta deal wit a pony like his muthafuckin ass... if you wanna harbour any hope of comin up on top, dat is."

Da white n' purple maned filly nodded thoughtfully. "But of course Silver Tongue, I be well aware.. fo' realz. And of course up in our case, even mo' thoughtfulnizz is required... We’re not simply spittin some lyrics ta his ass ta stand down, afta all..."

Da two ponies exchanged a grin as they strutted down tha path towardz Reginald’s front door, which was placed up in tha wall on tha right side of his house. Of course, tha wall itself hadn’t been built on stage yo, but tha crew gots tha basic scam behind it easy as fuck  enough.

Da two fillies nodded back n' forth up in front of tha door, until Silver Tongue finally leaned forward wit a funky-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart n' knocked on tha door.

Da crew could peep a lil' small-ass door open all up in tha back of Reginald’s house, as tha antagonist his dirty ass stepped all up in it tha fuck into his fuckin livin room, carryin a teapot which he put down onto tha table up in tha centre of tha room, next ta three cups dat was already there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. "Visitors at dis minute of night, biatch? I wonder whoz ass it could be," tha villain holla'd louder than was like needed, wit a 4th-wall breakin wink all up in tha crew.

Dude strolled over ta tha door n' opened it yo, but he left tha door chain up in place. "Yes?" he axed while peepin all up in tha lil' small-ass openin dat schmoooove muthafucka had pimped, "I wasn’t expectin any visitors todizzle!"

"Forget tha pleasantries, Reginald dear..." tha silver-maned filly holla'd.

"... We know you know whoz ass we are," Diamas finished tha sentence fo' her companion.

Reginald’s frown was clearly visible even ta tha playas up in tha back of tha theatre "Then why knock, biatch? Surely you don’t believe I’d let you up in just so you could apprehend me?"

Da pair of fillies laughed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Apprehend yo slick ass, biatch? No mah dear you have dis all wrong, our phat asses don’t wanna apprehend yo thugged-out ass..."

"Us thugs wanna work up in yo' faaaaaace!.." "To take care of tha mackdaddy..." "Once n' fo' all."

Da fillies remained silent fo' a moment before Diamas added. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "We know you’re a reasonable guy, Reginald... This is ghon be beneficial ta you as well."

Reginald closed tha door n' took tha chain off before openin it once more, straight-up dis time. "Alright, come in," da perved-out muthafucka holla'd as da thug strutted ta tha table up in tha middle of tha room yo. Dude grabbed tha teapot dat stood there by tha ear, carefully pourin chronic tha fuck into tha three cups on tha table. "Let’s hear what tha fuck you gotta say then," da perved-out muthafucka holla'd as da perved-out muthafucka started sippin from one of tha cups.

Da other two gathered round tha table as well, each up in front of one of tha other two cups, which they stared at wit suspicion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "How tha fuck exactly do we know you haven’t poisoned these?" Silver Tongue demanded ta know.

"How tha fuck do you know I didn’t poison tha chronic I prepared without knowin you’d come n' dat I’m drankin mah dirty ass?" Reginald mockingly replied.

Da other two seemed ta chillax at dis train of thought, sippin they chronic slowly. Well shiiiit, it had been a rather long trip, n' as ladiez of steez they did trip off they everyday cup of tea.

Diamas opened her grill ta start negotiations, when her big-ass booty suddenly fell tha fuck silent n' stared all up in tha cups on tha table. Three cups. "If you didn’t know we was coming, why is there thr-" her big-ass booty started, before pressin a hoof up against her head as dat dunkadelic hoe took a unsteady step back from tha table.

"Oh stars muthafucka! You... you did poison us muthafucka! But... you drank... how?" Silver holla'd shakily as her big-ass booty sank ta her knees.

"Dat shiznit was up in tha cups, not up in tha tea," Snips descried as tha pimpin' muthafucka took another sip.

Da two fillies was swayin bout theatrically now, until Diamas suddenly blurted out. "Wait... mah head... Dat shiznit was REALLY poisoned!" before both she n' Silver toppled over onto tha ground.

"Ehh... yes... I erm... straight-up poisoned it?" Snips holla'd up in mad drama. That wasn’t up in tha script!

Dude strutted over ta a metal rang up in tha floor n' grabbed it between his cold-ass teeth, pullin it up ta reveal a trapdoor.

Dude dragged tha perfectly still fillies ta tha trapdoor one at a time, throwin dem tha fuck into tha hole before closin it again. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "And there they’ll rot... Reginald don’t deal wit traitors, they’re like a muthafucka... traitorous," he mused as he exited tha stage all up in tha door up in tha back of his house, tha stage lights slowly goin out.

By tha time tha curtains closed n' tha lights above tha crew went on ta signal tha half-show break, Cheerilee was already long gone from her seat up in tha prompt’s corner, makin her way ta a unknown destination under tha stage...

Silver Spoon raised up feelin groggy, her senses still blurred by whatever dat shiznit was dat had been up in dem chronic cups. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was vaguely aware of a well-lit circular room, wit fuckin shitloadz of metallic objects castin tha glimmer of reflections all over dis biiiatch.

Bitch tried movin her head but found, ta her pimped out shock n' surprise, dat dat thugged-out biiiatch could not. Da sudden panic she felt helped clear her senses up in a matter of moments, n' her sight quickly moonwalked back ta her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was shocked when she found dat thugged-out biiiatch could not move her legs, except fo' tha front left one, which dat thugged-out biiiatch could move slightly. Well shiiiit, it felt as if some metallic bandz anchored dem ta tha ground, n' suttin' was likewise keepin her eyes open.

Da taste of iron filled her grill as well, since dat shiznit was bein held open by some sort of metal cylinder n' shiznit yo. Her tongue rested inside of tha cylinder n' dat thugged-out biiiatch could move it bout freely, a gangbangin' fact dat thugged-out biiiatch capitalised on as she explored tha inside. Well shiiiit, it wasn’t solid by any means, it felt mo' like a gangbangin' frame dat held a funky-ass basic cylindrical shape yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t bite down onto it or spit it out, no matter how tha fuck hard dat dunkadelic hoe tried. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Attempts at movin her body proved pointless as well, apart from tha bandz round her hooves n' whatever was keepin her head up in place, suttin' was pullin her up round her middle, so dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t slouch down either.

Realisin dat biiiiatch wouldn’t git outta dis predicament on her own, she looked round tha room as dopest dat thugged-out biiiatch could. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da first thang she noticed was a grotesque machine, a mess of metallic arms, wheels n' various tools which extended from a cold-ass lil central black box. Well shiiiit, it seemed ta be on rails, n' Silver noted a shitload of these rails ran towardz her as well yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t look down ta peep where they ended.

As dat biiiiatch wasn’t able ta determine tha machine’s use or function, she quickly lost interest.

Dat shiznit was then dat she finally saw Diamond Tiara, all dem metas ta tha right of tha machine n' trapped up in much tha same way dat biiiiatch was. That is ta say, her hooves had been attached ta tha ground wit metal clamps n' dat freaky freaky biatch had a leather crew round her middle as well, which was attached ta tha ceilin wit chains.

Bitch also wasn’t bustin her costume no mo', which made Silver realise dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t feel hers on her body either.

On top of all dis there also rocked up ta be a glass wall all round Tiara, wit her standin all up in tha centre of tha glass cylinder n' shit. Well shiiiit, it seemed like tha whole construction could be lifted up outta its place by all dem chains connected ta tha top of tha glass wall, as it only reached half-way up ta tha ceiling.

Spoon also spotted nuff muthafuckin tubes n' hoses openin tha fuck into tha cylinder yo, but not a god damn thang seemed ta be comin outta em. For now, nahmeean?

Her head was fixed ta look up in tha grey filly’s direction, n' freaky lil metal clamps held her eyes open as well. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn’t step tha fuck up ta have anythang up in her grill though, n' Silver Spoon didn’t be thinkin dat biiiiatch was even awake yet.

Spoon’s eyes slowly started dryin up yo, but before tha sensation could become unbearable some kind of liquid dripped down tha fuck into her eyes, moistenin dem up. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silver shuddered ta be thinkin bout what tha fuck reasons mah playas could gotta strap her tha fuck into so elaborate a thugged-out device yo, but she managed ta keep her calm.

Dat shiznit was possible they had accidentally been poisoned n' dis was a high-tech medicinal facility, afta all. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn’t straight-up believe it her muthafuckin ass yo, but tha thought did keep her from beatboxin right there n' then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da thought AND tha thang up in her grill, dat biiiiatch was forced ta admit.

Right then Diamond Tiara woke up, n' her dope ass did not seem ta possess Silver Spoon’s calm disposition.. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch immediately shrieked when she found up dat biiiiatch was bein held immobile up in a glass bowl, until her eyes fell tha fuck on tha grey filly all dem metas away from her muthafuckin ass.

"Silver Spoon! What’s goin on, where is we, biatch? Git me out!" dat thugged-out biiiatch cried. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Silver tried ta respond yo, but her reply of "Ahwduhn knuwuh! Chulm dawn!" wasn’t of much use ta Diamond.

"Finally awake, I see," holla'd a cold-ass lil calm voice, accompanied by hoofsteps, as Cheerilee stepped tha fuck into tha room. Diamond immediately started callin up fo' her help yo, but Cheerilee paid her no heed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch seemed far mo' horny bout Spoon, n' tha machine up in tha middle.

"So let’s git started, shall we?" her big-ass booty holla'd as dat biiiiatch strutted right in-between tha two fillies, pullin down a lever on tha machine’s right side.

At once it zoomed ta game, lil lights flickerin on all round it as metallic arms swung down n' moved tha fuck into place.

Cheerilee strutted over ta tha grey filly, whoz ass was now positively terrified, n' whispered tha fuck into her ear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Yo ass have no clue how tha fuck much research n' measurin you up went tha fuck into this muthafucka! But I gots all dat shiznit right, you’ll see..."

"Wuh dhu youh mhun?" tha filly axed up in mad drama yo, but Cheerilee simply shook her head n' smiled as dat dunkadelic hoe took all dem steps back. "Oh, n' if you feel round wit dat free leg of yours, you should find a funky-ass button... Just hold it down if you’ve had enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. But I warn you, yo' playa won’t like it," Cheerilee holla'd, gigglin girlishly all up in tha end of tha sentence.

Spoon tried ta follow her mackdaddy wit her gaze, bein both utterly trippin n' terrified all up in tha same time yo, but Cheerilee quickly disappeared from her narrow field of vision.

Her attention was suddenly grabbed by tha strange device up in tha centre of tha room, as it started rollin towardz her n' shiznit fo' realz. At first tha silver filly just peeped up in bewilderment, until her big-ass booty spotted one of tha robotic arms liftin a metal needle up ta tha same height as her left eye, keepin it there as it advanced.

If her eyelidz weren’t already artificially bein held open, her eyes would’ve grown wide wit fear when she realised what tha fuck was bout ta happen here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. "Whuuht son! Dhuhn dhuh eht son! Ghket muh ouh!" da hoe begged, gettin mo' spit outta her grill than intelligible lyrics.

Bitch saw tha tip of tha needle slowly come closer ta her eye, as dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta wrestle free of her bonds. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch came ta tha same conclusion dat freaky freaky biatch had before: she’d never git free on her own. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wracked her dome fo' a way up as her big-ass booty started ta panic, until her big-ass booty suddenly remembered Cheer’s lyrics.

Bitch felt round wit her left hoof, n' shizzle enough da hoe bumped tha fuck into a slightly elevated point on tha floor: tha button! Without hesitation she pushed down onto it, n' tha needle came ta a immediate halt bout five centimetas from her face. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch sighed up in relief, dat had been a shitload easier than she expected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Maybe dat shiznit was a test n' now dat dat freaky freaky biatch had passed it Cheerilee would...

Bitch never gots ta finish her train of thought as Diamond Tiara’s terrifyin scream pierced her eardrums. Lookin past tha machine wit her right eye, Spoon focused her gaze on tha glass tank Diamond Tiara was in.

Some kind of clear liquid was now flowin tha fuck into tha tank from various pipes n' hoses on tha side, n' dat shiznit was slowly spreadin over tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silver Spoon quickly drew tha connection between her pressin tha button, tha machine stoppin n' tha liquid startin ta fill up tha tank yo, but compared ta her losin a eye dat dunkadelic hoe thought Diamond could afford ta git wet fo' a while.

Da light-pink filly didn’t seem ta agree, as her big-ass booty screamed fearfully. "Spoon! Help, git me outta here!"

Spoon rolled her eyes (as dopest dat thugged-out biiiatch could) at dis fo' realz. And what tha fuck could her dope ass do ta help anyway?

Da level of tha "water" up in tha tank kept rising, n' as it finally gots high enough ta bust a nut on tha bottom of Diamond’s legs, Silver Spoon realised her mistake. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch peeped up in horror as her playa screamed up in pain, a cold-ass lil cloud of red blood diffusin tha fuck into tha clear liquid as it ate away all up in tha filly’s flesh. What Spoon had assumed ta be gin n juice was obviously acid of some description, n' dat shiznit was a safe bet dat Diamond had smelled dat ages ago.

Da corrosive liquid continued ta pour tha fuck into tha glass tank, chunkz of flesh already comin loose from just above Diamond’s hooves as they gots soaked up in dat shit. Da white of bone became visible quickly n' Tiara screamed n' begged fo' Cheerilee or Spoon(or anypony straight-up) ta please make it stop.

"Do you like it, biatch? They use dat shiznit ta clean carcases, you know... git some sick skeletons ta display up in tha classroom," Silver heard her mackdaddy say from behind her muthafuckin ass.

Bitch reluctantly looked all up in tha needle still suspended up in tha air up in front of her n' took a thugged-out deep breath.

Summonin all of her courage n' wit tears rollin outta tha corner of her eyes, Silver Spoon slowly slid her hoof off of tha button.

At once tha machine buzzed ta game again, n' tha flow of acid tha fuck into tha glass tank stopped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Diamond Tiara shrieked heartbreakingly fo' a while longer, before dyin down ta sobbin as tha last piece of flesh touchin tha voracious liquid gots melted right off of her bones.

Bitch had not a god damn thang but bone left up ta two centimeter from her hoof up, n' a lil' small-ass stream of blood was flowin down tha fuck into tha acid from tha frayed n' disfigured stump of meat just above dat shit. Da scarlet cloudz dat floated round up in tha vicious liquid vanished quickly as well, apparently no mo' resistant ta tha corrosion than Diamond’s flesh was.

Spoon’s lips trembled as tha needle approached her eye, fillin mo' n' mo' of her field of vision.

Then, afta what tha fuck seemed like a eternity, it finally reached it’s destination. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da silver filly felt tha heat on her eye increase fo' a moment, before tha needle suddenly popped up in n' pain blew up like a muthafucka inside of her head.

Bitch let up a unintelligible, garbled scream as pain receptors she never imagined existed bombarded her mind wit warnin signals, spittin some lyrics ta her suttin' was wrong, not knowin or carin dat dat biiiiatch was powerless ta do anythang bout dat shit. Da left side of her vision first coloured red n' then suddenly winked out, as half of her ghetto darkened forever n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Silver Spoon momentarily forgot her pain, as dat biiiiatch wondered why dat freaky freaky biatch had never realised how tha fuck much her sight meant ta her, until now, nahmeean?

Agony once again n' again n' again washed over her as two lil hooks sprung up outta tha tip of tha needle, anchorin theyselves tha fuck into her eyebizzle. Kick dat shit! Da needle started ta spin around, n' Silver almost started throwin up right there as she felt her eye start turn wit it yo. Her hoarse cries echoed all up in tha room as tha device spun it’s appendage round fasta n' faster, windin her optical nerves up like a funky-ass bugged out lil pimp would a piece of string.

Da fucked up sensory overload was too much fo' tha lil filly ta bear, n' shame gots added ta her torment as she lost control of her bladder.

Da needle suddenly drew back, takin her eye wit it as she felt warm blood drip down her cheek. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wanted ta scream n' push her hoof up against her now empty socket yo, but her stomach protested so much dat she needed all her will ta not throw up all over her muthafuckin ass, n' even her left leg was too restricted ta git her hoof up all tha way.

Bitch panted heavily tha fuck into tha metal cylinder as sweat dripped off of her body n' tha machine drew slightly, holdin up tha skewered eye dat had once belonged ta her like a trophy fo' realz. At dat point Silver Spoon noticed Diamond Tiara lookin at her from tha corner of her eye, n' her playa looked even mo' sick ta tha stomach than dat biiiiatch was feelin her muthafuckin ass. But tha silver filly saw yet another emotion up in tha pink filly’s eyes: hope n' gratefulness.

Bitch reminded her muthafuckin ass dat her sufferin may yet save her playa, as like Cheerilee would let Tiara go if she just persevered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch built up a iron fortress of resolve, which melted like ice before tha sun as her big-ass booty saw tha machine draw closer once mo' n' mo' n' mo'. This time it had replaced tha arm wit tha needle up in favour of one wit four sharp blades, comin together tha fuck into a tip like some kind of drill.

Da menacin contraption started ta spin round at high speeds, accompanied by a low buzzin noise, as it drew eva nearer n' shit. Well shiiiit, it didn’t take Silver Spoon long ta figure up it wasn’t aimed at her remainin eye dis time, though wit only one eye left she found it somewhat hard ta determine it’s trajectory at first.

Suddenly her big-ass booty swallowed as dopest dat thugged-out biiiatch could as it dawned on her, n' tha reason fo' tha cylinder up in her grill became chillingly clear.

Bitch hesitated fo' a moment yo, but just before tha blades entered her grill, she pressed down onto tha button again.

At once dat thugged-out biiiatch could hear Diamond’s scream as tha straight-up first drops dat flowed outta tha pipes already raised tha level of vitriol enough ta contact wit her soft, tender flesh, startin tha sufferin of tha pink filly all over again.

"SILVER SPOON! SILVER SPOON!" dat thugged-out biiiatch cried, apparently up in too much pain ta be thinkin of anythang better.

Silver Spoon cried clear tears from her right eye n' bloody ones from her socket, as her big-ass booty sobbed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Uhm sohwuh... uhm sohwuh..." over n' over, bobbin up in disgust at her own perceived cowardice.

But as Diamond’s flesh slowly gots consumed by tha clear liquid, it became clear dat Cheerilee had all dem mo' tricks up her sleeve fo' realz. A bangin bangin noise announced tha arrival of four lil' small-ass yo, but heavy, balls which came rollin all up in az of yet unused pipes, only ta plummet down tha fuck into tha bath of acid below.

Da deceptively innocent lookin liquid splashed up round them, drizzlin down upon tha purple n' white maned pony from every last muthafuckin direction.

Lil Small-Ass drops fell tha fuck down onto her back, meltin holez all up in her coat n' skin, leavin tiny bloody cratas behind as a sort of grotesque parody of a lunar landscape fo' realz. At tha same time, a funky-ass bigger wave of tha shiznit crashed tha fuck into her right flank, her Cutie Mark meltin away as tha vitriol dug tha fuck into her, bloody blistas boilin up round tha edgez of tha wounds.

Bitch instantly felt a off tha hook burnin sensation on her left shoulder as well yo, but by far da most thugged-out shitty was tha splash dat hit her right up in tha face.

Bitch shrieked like a funky-ass banshee as tha shiznit burned all up in her right cheek, exposin musclez n' white bones n' offerin a view of tha inside of her grill. In a matter of minutes her appearizzle chizzled from dat of a thugged-out filly tha fuck into dat of a monster, wit half her grill missin n' tha rest of her body covered up in bloody blisters, cratas n' sores, not like unlike how tha fuck some ponies might picture a zombie. In addizzle ta that, tha acid had kept meltin away tha flesh from her hairy-ass legs as well, havin reached up ta just under her knees now, nahmeean?

Silver Spoon couldn’t bear it any longer n' pulled her hoof off of tha button, determined ta never press it down eva again, no matter what tha fuck tha cost.

Bitch swallowed back her fear as tha blades started spinnin again n' again n' again n' approached her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had was horny bout tha name of her character up in tha play, Silver Tongue, as dat was exactly how tha fuck she viewed her muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had always thought dat freaky freaky biatch had a knack fo' rockin lyrics ta suit her own purpose, n' would like have gone far up in tha diplomacy bidnizz, or suttin' like that, one day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Biatch thought it likely dat Cheerilee knew bout dis as well, n' didn’t doubt dat dis was all some sort of sick joke ta her muthafuckin ass.

Bitch couldn’t KNOW her mackdaddy’s reasons or motivations, n' up in just all dem idle seconds, she’d never be able ta ask no mo'. "Whuh?!?" dat dunkadelic hoe tried beatboxin up yo, but no answer eva came as tha blades passed her lips.

A maelstrom of cuts n' slices drizzled down upon tha tip of her tongue, as tha blades tore tha fuck into dat shit.. yo. Hot blood filled her grill, slipped down her throat n' dripped down her chin as dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta scream yo, but she only managed ta produce a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disgusting, wet gurglin noise from tha back of her throat yo. Her body shook n' her one remainin eye rolled back up in her head, as tha knives continued they bloody work.

They advanced slowly, n' ta Spoon it seemed slower still as she experienced pain of such a magnitude dat tha loss of her eye paled up in comparison. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Bit by bit her tongue gots shredded, n' tha remainin stump of it flailed round wildly as dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta keep it outta reach yo, but tha blades was everywhere by now, nahmeean?

Suddenly tha machine stopped n' pulled back, havin made minced meat outta tha straight-up last part of Silver’s tongue.

Da searin needlez dat had been pokin round up in her grill turned tha fuck into a intense but monotonous pain, which was only fucked up by tha poundin sensation she felt where her tongue had once been.

Even up in her dazed n' sickened state, she felt tha acute need ta breathe as tha blood dat had flown down her throat threatened ta drown her n' shit. With a jackin cough n' a surge of juice born from desperation, she managed ta force tha blood up n' outta her throat, makin it spill outta her grill n' cascade down her body like a waterfall.

With tha stabbin sensation up in her empty socket n' tha poundin up in her grill, Spoon could barely be thinkin straight no mo'. Dat shiznit was as if pain had become her only reality, n' it blocked every last muthafuckin thang else out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch tried ta drop a rhyme but could produce only a low guttural sound, which would’ve made her enviouz of Diamond’s constant moans n' sobs was her big-ass booty still able ta consciously regista it all.

Cheerilee noticed tha lack of resistizzle up in Silver n' was thoroughly pissed tha fuck off. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sure, tha bustin up like a biatch n' tha soundz she made was amusin yo, but it wasn’t like what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had been hopin for. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootaloo had put up a funky-ass mo' betta fight than this!

Bitch strutted over ta tha machine n' turned it off, movin ta tha side of tha room ta pick up a lil' small-ass ounce ta tha bounce of tools dat freaky freaky biatch had left there, just up in case. No matter how tha fuck well dat freaky freaky biatch had calibrated all of these machines, Cheerilee harboured no illusions: when it finally came down ta it, dat thugged-out biiiatch could only count on her muthafuckin ass fo' ta git tha thang done right.

Bitch took up a hammer n' a cold-ass lil chisel n' put dem down next ta tha now only semi-conscious Silver Spoon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In tha absence of any digits, like fuckin tha ones tha gryphons had, ponies had had ta find a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different way ta hold tha chisel up in place as they swung tha hammer n' shit. Da solution came up in tha form of a metal shoe, which extended past tha hoof n' had a hole up in tha tip, which could hold tha chisel up in place. Typically, a cold-ass lil chisel n' a shoe was made up in such a way dat tha thicker part all up in tha end of tha chisel (where tha hammer hit) couldn’t fit all up in tha hole.

Cheerilee slipped on tha heavy shoe n' put tha chisel all up in tha hole wit her teeth, before grabbin hold of tha hammer up in tha same way. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch positioned tha chisel carefully, aimin it right above tha filly’s right hoof, just under tha metal crew holdin her right leg up in place. With a pimped out swin da hoe brought tha hammer down, rollin tha tip of tha chisel tha fuck into tha filly’s leg, scrapin up against her hoof from above.

Silver Spoon, whoz ass had been apathetically floatin up in a sea of pain until now, suddenly let up a piercin (if garbled) shriek as her remainin eye flew wide open. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Mo' of her blood started spillin onto tha floor, n' Cheerilee grinned as dopest dat thugged-out biiiatch could while holdin tha hammer n' shit. Just above tha hoof was one of da most thugged-out sensitizzle spots up in tha pony body, which was why tha hoof protected it so well up in tha straight-up original gangsta place.

Bitch drew tha hammer back n' slammed it down again n' again n' again n' again, rollin tha thin metal rod further up in wit every last muthafuckin swing. Da yelps n' cries from tha filly buckwild her further n' further, n' da hoe fuckin started ta have shiznit keepin tha hammer up in her grill cuz her body trembled all muthafuckin day.

With a last mighty swin tha tip of tha chisel suddenly emerged from tha other side of tha filly’s hoof, as tha skanky thang whimpered up in pain n' her blood stained tha floor up in multiple places.

With a sudden rush of inspiration Cheerilee swung tha hammer down again, dis time aimin not fo' tha thicker bulge all up in tha end yo, but simply fo' tha side of tha chisel as tha metal rod stuck horizontally up in tha filly’s leg.

Da blow pushed tha rod down against her hoof, which, already not attached ta tha leg no mo' up in tha middle, simply broke off, leavin only a funky-ass bloody stump wit some scattered fragmentz of hoof still attached.

Da filly let up a gurglin cry of pain as her eye rolled back up in its socket, n' then suddenly fell tha fuck silent.

Cheerilee frowned as her dope ass dropped tha hammer n' brought her head level wit Spoon’s. Da lil wretch had fainted.

"Oh come on, not now! It’s only startin ta git fun," her big-ass booty screamed up in frustration as her big-ass booty swung a hoof all up in tha filly’s head, hittin her right up in tha face. There wasn’t even tha tiniest response, n' tha purple mare sighed.

Bitch quickly started unfuckin wit all tha bindings dat held Silver Spoon up in place, tha filly fallin tha fuck into a pool of her own blood as her big-ass booty slipped off tha last ones. Cheer grabbed tha filly by her afro n' started draggin her ta tha side of tha room, leavin a wide red smudge trailin behind her victim.

A portion of tha floor had been slightly lowered here, leavin a lil' small-ass pissed off circle up in tha ground, which had been outside of tha fillies’ field of vision so far.

Nonchalantly dat dunkadelic hoe threw tha filly tha fuck into tha circle, not particularly carin how tha fuck she landed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch fell tha fuck down up in a cold-ass lil crumpled heap up in tha centre, n' remained there motionlessly except fo' tha slight heavin of her chest wit every last muthafuckin breath.

Cheerilee then made her way ta tha glass tank, starin straight tha fuck into Diamond’s eyes, not straight-up shizzle tha filly still had tha use of her right eye, tha acid havin taken heavy a toll on dat side of her face.

"W...Wi-Will... yo thugged-out ass... l-le...let mah dirty ass... go?" tha filly managed ta say hoarsely, obviously nearin tha end of her strength.

Cheerilee smiled her kindest smile. "But of course I’ll let you go... n' Silver Spoon as well... But only if you can reach her muthafuckin ass." Biatch broke tha fuck into a grin as dat biiiiatch strutted ta tha wall next ta tha glass cylinder, n' pulled down one of tha levers there.

At once nuff muthafuckin holez opened up in tha floor inside of tha glass walls, drainin away tha clear vitriol. Once dat shiznit was mostly gone, she pulled another lever n' tha glass circle gots lifted up off tha ground, until there was enough space underneath it fo' a pony ta strutt upright fo' realz. At tha same time, tha filly’s bindings automatically busted out her, n' dat thugged-out biiiatch crashed down ta tha floor from a lil' small-ass height yo. Her legs, bare bones up ta her knees, couldn’t support her weight n' snapped up in two, sharp fragmentz of bone jumpin away as tha pitiful remnantz of her lower hairy-ass legs fell tha fuck away ta tha sides.

As luck would have it, tha sharp shard of her right leg instead buried itself up in Diamond’s side as she fell tha fuck onto it, n' fo' tha umpteenth time dat evenin Tiara howled up in pain even while tryin ta overcome tha shock of breakin all her hairy-ass legs at once.

As tha lil stumps dat freaky freaky biatch had left hit tha ground tha lil' small-ass layer of acid still there started bitin tha fuck into her stomach yo, but dat pain paled up in comparison ta what tha fuck Diamond Tiara had already been all up in so far, n' she paid it almost no heed as dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta bite back tha agony dat biiiiatch was already in.

"So just git ta yo' playa, n' you’re both outta here, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck knows, there might even be unicorn doctors phat enough ta fix you up?" tha mackdaddy pony chuckled malignantly.

Tiara tried ta git up yo, but as soon as she attempted ta rest any weight on tha jagged shardz of bone now stickin outta her considerably shortened hairy-ass legs she fell tha fuck right back down again, pantin mo' heavily than a mare up in labour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Even if dat freaky freaky biatch hadn’t been up in pain, it wouldn’t done been easy as fuck  ta balizzle on tha stumpz of tha bones at all.

For a moment dat dunkadelic hoe thought of givin up right then n' there yo, but dat biiiiatch was instantly reminded of tha bravery her playa had shown every last muthafuckin time she refused ta push down tha button any longer.

Bitch owed it ta her ta at least try.

Dat shiznit was all dem metas ta tha pit up in tha ground, so tha light pink filly started ta lift her lil hairy-ass legs over her head, tryin ta drag her body forward.

Every time her dope ass did dis she felt like dat biiiiatch was bout ta faint from tha pain yo, but she pressed on n' persevered, ta save her muthafuckin ass n' her playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Cheerilee peeped wit giddy excitement, tauntin tha filly every last muthafuckin step of tha way. "Yo, almost there biaaatch! What’s takin you so long, come on, up tha pace," her big-ass booty holla'd, laughing.

Da filly ignored her as dopest dat thugged-out biiiatch could, n' finally reached tha circular pit up in tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch tried ta carefully lower her muthafuckin ass tha fuck into it yo, but slipped n' fell tha fuck on her side, rollin tha bone shard still deeper tha fuck into her side. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch winced n' groaned as her dope ass dragged her muthafuckin ass ta tha center of tha circle, puttin tha stumpz of her front hairy-ass legs round Silver Spoon up in a cold-ass lil clumsy hug. "Oh, Spoon..." she just managed ta say.

"D-Duhmun Thrr?" tha grey filly managed ta whisper as her big-ass booty slowly opened a eye.

Da other pony tried ta smile at her playa yo, but tha result was grotesque at best. "We...we’ll be aiiight... she’ll let ... our asses go... I... r...reached yo thugged-out ass."

"Yeah, bout that," came Cheerilee’s cold voice as she pulled down yet another lever n' shit. "I lied."

Both of tha fillies looked up as they heard a rumblin noise comin from a pipe above them, n' as they saw a gangbangin' familiar clear liquid gush down they realized they wouldn’t git ta peep anythang else, eva again.

Cheerilee had shiznit focusin as she ponderously strutted towardz tha backstage area. Echoez of her ‘session’ wit tha two fillies still bounced round her head, n' she revelled up in em.

Da start of dat session had been every last muthafuckin thang dat freaky freaky biatch had hoped fo' yo, but tha middle part had left much ta be desired. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da ending, however, had made up fo' all of dat fo' realz. And how! Biatch didn’t know where they’d found tha juice or tha willpower yo, but dem last screams, tha thrashin of they bodies as they flesh melted away, it had all just been so... exhilarating.

Cheerilee trembled n' shook just rememberin dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch attempted ta strutt up in a straight line but she just couldn’t like pull it off fo' realz. Analyzin her own vibe, she realised tha sensations rushin all up in her body weren’t unlike dem she’d felt durin one of tha nuff horny-ass escapades she’d taken part up in durin her wilder years.

A lil voice all up in tha back of her conscious mind holla'd she ought ta be disturbed by dis notion yo, but tha dominant part of her psyche was adamant dat dat shiznit was straight-up normal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack fo' realz. After all, dem fillies had done unto her a pimped out injustice, n' dat biiiiatch was bustin tha entire hood a gangbangin' favour by removin they toxic influence from tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dat shiznit was natural ta feel phat on some thang well done.

It took tha mare all dem moments ta realise she’d stopped struttin n' was now leanin heavily against a nearby stage wall fo' support as she panted, dropz of sweat hustlin down her body. Takin a thugged-out deep breath she finally regained her composure, n' took off ta round tha last corner separatin her from her destination. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. Almost at once her big-ass booty spotted tha only pony hustlin up in tha backstage area, Snails.

Da aquamarine maned colt wit tha golden coat was oblivious ta her presence, preoccupied as da thug was by tha task of untanglin nuff muthafuckin ropes from a knot.

Seein his ass there gave Cheerilee mixed vibe bout it all. On one hand da thug was probably one of tha least disruptizzle pupils up in her class. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sheezy da thug was a utter moron yo, but at least dat schmoooove muthafucka had tha decency not ta interrupt her constantly.

On tha other hand, his blatant lack of intelligence gave his ass a innocent demeanor dat Cheerilee would’ve loved ta break... But tha play could only be all kindsa long, n' there simply wasn’t always enough time fo' her ta do tha thangs she straight-up wanted ta do. With a funky-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart her big-ass booty shook her head, resignin her muthafuckin ass ta her original gangsta plans fo' his muthafuckin ass. It’d be over far too fast fo' her tastes yo, but at least she’d found some way of connectin his ass ta tha eventz of tha play, even back here.

"Oh Snails," dat thugged-out biiiatch called up dopely, "I be thinkin it’s time fo' you ta git tha fuck into position!"

Da aquamarine maned colt looked round up in mad drama. "Oh, hey Miss Cheerilee!" da perved-out muthafucka holla'd dorkily, "Eeeuhhh, tha ropes gots stuck n' I was just..." his thugged-out lil' punk-ass fuckin started, only ta be cut off by Cheerilee as her big-ass booty started pushin his ass gently up in tha direction opposite ta tha one she’d come from.

"Now now, Snails. Yo ass know full well what tha fuck I holla'd at you: afta tha break you need ta hold tha rope on tha X," her big-ass booty holla'd slowly, pronunciatin every last muthafuckin word extra carefully.

"Da rope on tha X!" Snails echoed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Just all dem metas ahead somepony had indeed chalked a funky-ass big-ass white X on tha stage floor, n' a long, sturdy lookin rope hung down from tha ceilin right above dat shit.

Snails went ta stand on tha mark without any hesitation, n' took tha end of tha rope between his cold-ass teeth. Cheerilee nodded approvingly at him, n' his chest swelled up wit pride. Well shiiiit, it almost made Cheerilee feel bad. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Almost yo, but not quite.

Bitch put her ear against tha thick wall separatin tha stage from tha backstage area, tryin ta listen up in on tha scene. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could barely make up two ponies rappin' ta each other n' even though dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t KNOW what tha fuck they was saying, it did give her a rough scam of tha current thang on stage.

For tha umpteenth time dat freaky freaky biatch had ta chastise her muthafuckin ass fo' drawin up her funk too long, or revellin up in tha aftermath of it, as she realised she only gots here up in tha nick of time. If she kept dis up, she’d mess up sooner or later, n' she knew dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch done cooked up a menstrual note ta adhere ta her schedule mo' rigorously from there on out, comforted by tha fact dat she’d gotten almost half way all up in tha show without any major incidents.

Bitch closed her eyes as she listened ta tha vibrations reachin her all up in tha wall, her imagination bustin tha scene inside of her head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch saw Sweetie Belle n' Applez Bloom quarrel bout what tha fuck they should do next, her big-ass booty saw tha Mackdaddy blast down every last muthafuckin single scam her last remainin knight came up wit n' her big-ass booty saw her finally fulminatin dat enough was enough, dat she needed a phat night’s rest ta mull it over.

Bitch witnessed tha Mackdaddy curse tha sun fo' still bein so high up in tha sky, felt her reach fo' a rope dat disappeared somewhere up in tha darknizz above tha stage, peeped her pull it down wit all her might...

And then tha sun fell tha fuck from tha sky fo' realz. As it descended tha technician pony up in tha box above tha tribunes doused most of tha lights n' tha orchestra started playin loudly as tha Mackdaddy’s Lament fuckin started. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Cheerilee threw her eyes open as soon as dat freaky freaky biatch heard tha straight-up original gangsta notes, her gaze blastin up instantly.

Da ghetto seemed ta slow down ta a cold-ass lil crawl as tha mare saw a big-ass spotlight, tha "sun" come crashin down from tha ceiling, exactly above tha X dat freaky freaky biatch had planted. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time. Da golden coated colt had spotted it as well, n' tha pimpin' muthafucka tugged on tha rope up in his crazy-ass grill desperately, wonderin why it didn’t work dis time, why it didn’t allow his ass ta gently let tha spotlight down, like it had before yo. His only conscious thought concerned not lettin his cold-ass mackdaddy - n' everypony else - down durin dem crucial moments n' so he kept on tryin tha rope. But it wouldn’t budge, n' tha spotlight did not slow down.

Then, moments before impact, both Cheerilee n' Snails lowered they gaze n' looked each other up in tha eye. Cheerilee grilled tha lyrics "Goodbye" n' broke tha fuck into a smile yo, but tha actual lyrics itself was lost up in tha rush of tha music.

Snails just stared at her up in mad drama. Why, biatch? Why was her big-ass booty smiling, biatch? Why was she just standin there, biatch? Why wasn’t she - WHAM!

Da spotlight crashed down onto tha colt, lil' small-ass piecez of glass scatterin over tha floor n' flyin off tha fuck into tha air as tha noize hit a cold-ass lil crescendo. To Cheerilee it looked like a slow-motion explosion of tiny, shiny crystals erupted round tha younger pony, temporarily hidin his ass from her eyes. Da combination of tha orchestral noize n' tha sudden cloud of tiny glass splintas was simply too much fo' Cheerilee’s "romantic soul" ta bear, n' her big-ass booty shed a single tear all up in tha beauty of it all.

Da ghetto finally kicked back tha fuck into its usual gear as tha tiny piecez of glass clattered onto tha floor n' tha orchestra stopped playing. Finally dat thugged-out biiiatch could admire tha fruitz of her labour up in tha form of Snails’ fucked up body lyin underneath tha big-ass spotlight, most of it havin been crushed from tha middle down.

Even his upper torso had hundredz of tiny cuts n' lacerations all over it, even though da ruffneck didn’t git directly hit by tha fallin object there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho yo. His normally golden coat was soaked red up in nuff places already.

Cheerilee took all dem steps forward ta admire tha way a lil' small-ass pool of blood flowed between tha nuff fragmentz of glass on tha floor, tha wannabe-crystals theyselves crunchin noisily under her hooves.

As she gots closer ta tha spotlight her big-ass booty started noticin tha smell of burned flesh impregnatin tha air, n' tha air itself seemed ta git warma wit every last muthafuckin step dat dunkadelic hoe took as well.

Bitch strutted round ta tha other side of tha spotlight, n' finally realised why.

Da mare had known dat spotlights gots straight-up bangin' of course yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch hadn’t expected tha thang ta retain tha heat like dis long. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Snails’ entire backside was covered up in blisters, singed flesh n' smolderin fur, n' she noticed dat shiznit was still spreading.

With a high-pitched hissin sound a patch of fur on Snails’ back suddenly ignited, tha lil' small-ass flame ridin' dirty round playfully on tha pony’s back. Cheerilee looked at it wit fascination yo, but did not dare git any closer n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was already uncomfortably warm where dat biiiiatch was standing, a meter or two away.

Da teachin pony gasped up in shock as Snails groaned n' slowly opened a eye, lookin round shakily, clearly still dazed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Miss Cheerilee, biatch? I... eeuhhh... I can’t feel mah legs.. fo' realz. And what tha fuck smells, biatch? I- " da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, as his schmoooove ass craned his neck round ta look over his shoulder.

Dude immediately saw tha lil' small-ass yo, but growing, flame n' even da thug was smart-ass enough ta link it ta tha horrid smell dat was assailin his nostrils.

"Fire biaaatch! Fire biaaatch! Miss Cheerilee, Fire!" he yelled as tha pimpin' muthafucka tried ta crawl away, thrashin his upper body round wildly up in a effort ta git loose.

Because da thug was trapped underneath tha spotlight, n' wit his hind hairy-ass legs outta order, tha thang was hopeless from tha outset fo' realz. All da ruffneck did wit his wild lil' fuckin erratic movements was hustla tha flames on even more.

In a matter of secondz various lil flames was ridin' dirty round his body, n' da perved-out muthafucka screamed as they bangin' tongues licked his cold-ass tender flesh. Mo' blistas n' boils rocked up round tha fires, as they consumed every last muthafuckin thang within reach.

Da flames grew n' grew, pullin mo' n' mo' of his body tha fuck into they deadly embrace, eager ta feast now dat they had been set loose upon his muthafuckin ass.

"YEEAAAAGGGHHHH!" tha golden pony cried up as tha ember tendrils quickly spread over ta his wild lil' face, his vision immediately taken up almost entirely by tha voracious flames.

Da pain was excruciating, as if thousandz of lil crittas was gnawin on his ass wit hungerin teeth n' all gin n juice was bein drawn from his body all up in tha same time.

Cheerilee peeped on up in awe as tha spectacle unfolded before her eyes. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hadn’t expected a show at dis stage of her plan yo, but there dat shiznit was n' it was... breathtaking. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch noted how tha fuck nuff muthafuckin fires was already burnin out, leavin his body charred black, cracks n' fissures appearin up in his fuckin lil' dried up flesh as Snails desperately thrashed about.

Dude started hittin his dirty ass up in tha grill wit his hooves, tryin his dopest ta put up tha flames burnin there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Every hit left deep imprints up in his weakened, boilin meat yo, but tha flames would not be conquered.

At most they retreated fo' a single second, only ta come back wit a vengeance.

Snails screamed up in agony once again n' again n' again n' panted wit tha effort as his wild lil' freakadelic game flashed before his wild lil' fuckin eyes, loss of blood competin wit tha fire ta peep which one of dem could bust a cap up in his ass first. In tha end tha fire won up as superheated air invaded tha colt’s lungs, rappin his ass on tha inside as his screams stopped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Dude wheezed fo' air, every last muthafuckin breath he attempted ta take like a thousand daggers forced down his cold-ass throat.

His vision started ta git blurry n' black spots sprung up everywhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Suddenly, by chance, tha flames moved away fo' a moment, n' his schmoooove ass could barely make up Cheerilee, just standin there, watching... n' was she... laughing?

Da colt let up a thugged-out dry raspin sound as tha flames suddenly blew back tha fuck into his wild lil' face, his wild lil' fuckin eyesight givin up as tha orange tongues dug in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. If dat schmoooove muthafucka had had any strength left he might have screamed tha moment his wild lil' fuckin eyes popped n' melted away, flames immediately frontin his now empty eye sockets fo' theyselves n' lickin tha inside of his skull yo, but da thug was already too far gone.

Cheerilee coughed n' sneezed all dem times - tha smell had gotten too much even fo' her tastes - but dat thugged-out biiiatch continued watchin as tha gameless husk formerly known as Snails burned up fo' realz. A lil voice all up in tha back of her head axed her if she oughtn’t find some water, up in case anythang else caught on fire yo, but dat biiiiatch was too mesmerised by tha flames ta care at dis point.

Bitch finally snapped outta her fascination when tha last of tha flames died, leavin only a funky-ass blackened form roughly reminiscent of a pony up in its wake.

Panic hit her like a truck when she realised what tha fuck dat freaky freaky biatch had just done. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d drifted from her schedule, mere moments afta she’d promised her muthafuckin ass not ta do just that!

Bitch menstrually hit her muthafuckin ass over tha head as dat biiiiatch wracked her dome tryin ta remember where dat biiiiatch was supposed ta have gone instead of starin all up in tha pretty fire, n' tha answer calmed her down like a funky-ass bit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d only gotta skip leavin Snips’ costume fo' tha final scene, which was different from tha one he’d been bustin so far, up in tha right place fo' his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch shrugged, his schmoooove ass could probably find it his dirty ass dis one time yo. Dude knew where she kept it, it wouldn’t be a problem.

Bitch laughed softly as dat biiiiatch went down some stairs ta git beneath tha stage n' then headed fo' tha prompt’s corner.

For a moment there she’d thought she’d straight-up messed up. But there was only three left ta go now, n' dat biiiiatch was still firmly up in control. Nothang would go wack tonight. Nothang at all.

Cheerilee settled tha fuck into tha Prompt’s Corner fo' tha third time dat night yo. Her stomach rumbled n' her throat was like dry. In hindsight, her big-ass booty should probably have put some popcorn n' gin n juice here yo, but dat shiznit was far too late fo' dat now, nahmeean?

With a funky-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart dat dunkadelic hoe turned her attention ta tha stage n' just let her mind wander ta tha rhythm of tha rap fo' a while.

"NO! My fuckin decision is final, yo big-ass booty is ghon gotta go," tha Mackdaddy screamed at Sir Altruis, whoz ass returned his crazy-ass muthafuckin indignant glances wit worried looks.

"But mah Mackdaddy, tha royal guard, they..."

"Is needed ta defend tha capital. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. With tensions risin up in tha eastside, our crazy asses have no pimps ta spare. Yo ass know this, Altruis. I trust up in yo' capabilities. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Yo ass aint gonna fail me, like tha others have, fo' if you do... I’ll gotta accept dis cretin’s challenge mah dirty ass," tha Mackdaddy sighed, tha weight of tha thang suddenly pressin heavily upon his shoulders.

Altruis, seein his mackdaddy’s shits etched on his wild lil' face, fell tha fuck silent n' simply nodded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Without a gangbangin' further word tha knight turned round n' strutted away, leavin tha confinez of tha royal court ta head down Reginald’s part of tha stage.

Da two fillies played they part so well, dat shiznit was easy as fuck  ta forget they was playin at all, even fo' Cheer n' shiznit fo' realz. Applez Bloom had shown a almost single minded dedication ta tha script, n' knowin it as thoroughly as her dope ass did obviously allowed her ta concentrate on other aspectz of acting, tha lyrics just came on they own.

Sweetie Belle had been a lil' bit less diligent yo, but she possessed a way wit lyrics n' vocalisation dat almost made her a natural hustla, although Cheerilee ventured a guess dat rappin was probably mo' her style. Dat shiznit was somewhat ironic dat they’d both find they end bustin suttin' they was at least moderately competent at, while they was otherwise pretty much a waste of space yo, but Cheerilee was careful not ta equate a single useful skill ta bein a worthwhile individual.

Da play fell tha fuck tha fuck into a gangbangin' familiar pattern by dis point, Sir Altruis bein tha third attempt ta finally put a stop ta Reginald tha Sly.

Sweetie Belle, like tha other three before her, started ta make her way ta tha other side of tha stage, although dat thugged-out biiiatch clearly wasn’t aimin ta git ta tha mountain Scootaloo had disappeared into, or tha doggy den tha other two fillies had found. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Instead she resolutely headed fo' a gangbangin' forest all up in tha far end of tha stage, dat is ta say, ta tha few cardboard trees dat together gave tha impression of a gangbangin' forest.

She, of course, quickly reached her destination, n' as tha lights above dat part of tha stage was turned on it became clear somepony was already waitin fo' Sir Altruis there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da crew wasn’t straight-up surprised when it became clear dat shiznit was Reginald once again yo, but tha bear trap round one of his back legs, which his schmoooove ass couldn’t seem ta git up of, was certainly a unforeseen twist.

Da knight approached carefully yo, but Reginald inevitably picked up on his hoofsteps before too long, n' craned his neck ta look around.

"Well, well... seems at least one of our asses is up in luck todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! Da pimped out knight arrivin durin tha villain’s finest hour... Yo ass must be thrilled," da perved-out muthafucka holla'd bitterly, while wincin slightly.

Altruis holla'd not a god damn thang fo' all dem moments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. "Is you hurt?" he finally asked.

Da villainous pony laughed n' shook his head, his voice drippin wit sarcasm. "Oh no! This thang is straight-up comfortable, up in fact."

"I’ll git you out" tha knight responded as da perved-out muthafucka stepped forward, "but if you make one strange move..."

Dude never gots ta finish his sentence as suddenly suttin' caught round his hindlegs n' tha ghetto flipped upside down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Before tha knight realised what tha fuck was happening, da thug was hangin down from a nearby tree by his hooves.

Well, Cheerilee knew tha rope was connected ta tha ceiling, not tha trees yo, but tha crew likely wouldn’t be thinkin of that.

"Yo dawwwwg! Let me down!"

Reginald cackled maniacally as he opened tha clamp round his fuckin leg, revealin it ta be a impressive lookin fake yo, but not a god damn thang mo' than that.

Dude casually strolled over ta tha captured knight n' mockingly gave his ass a lil push, makin Sweetie Belle swin round slightly. "Ah, dear Sir Altruis, is it not, biatch? Not one fo' skulkin about, is we, biatch? You’d gotta be like phat not ta be spotted by me, anyway.. fo' realz. And dat legendary kindness, whoz ass knew it’d git you up in tha posizzle yo ass is up in now?" he laughed again, givin tha knight another push ta keep his ass swinging.

"If you know what’s phat fo' you, Reginald, you’ll come wit mah dirty ass. Da mackdaddy is fed up, n' whatever his next move may be, you’ll probably not like it if you stick round here," Altruis replied, holdin on ta as much dignitizzle as his schmoooove ass could while upside down n' swingin around.

"I’ve heard tha same tale spun twice before, phat stallion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I’m like sick of it by now, so if you don’t mind... This’ll be peace out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Say wassup ta tha beastz of tha underworld fo' me," tha Sly sneered as he pulled one of tha omnipresent hidden levers behind tha tree. Da floor opened n' tha rope was busted out all at once, bustin  tha filly beatboxin down a now open hatch up in tha floor, as tha lights faded n' Reginald disappeared off scene...

Sweetie Belle saw floor approach rapidly, n' panic coiled round her like a snake. Weren’t there supposed ta be all dem mattresses he- With a thud dat freaky freaky biatch hit tha ground, n' as she lay there motionlessly her dope ass didn’t have be thinkin bout anythang fo' a while.

When dat thugged-out biiiatch came ta dat biiiiatch was up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dimly lit room, lyin on a table of some description. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch felt a nasty bump on her head throb painfully ta tha rhythm of her heartbeat yo, but when dat dunkadelic hoe tried ta bust a nut on it wit one of her hooves, she realised her front hairy-ass legs was tied above her head wit rope, while her hind hairy-ass legs was bound on tha other side.

Da ropes was basically keepin her stretched up as much as possible, n' dat shiznit was mo' than a lil uncomfortable. Well shiiiit, it also felt as if tha table had a big-ass hole up in it, right underneath tha middle of her back yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t fo' tha game of her figure up why.

Her first thought was dat dat freaky freaky biatch had probably hit her head harder than she’d thought, n' dat dis was all hallucination, or some sort of dream. But if it was, dat shiznit was a mighty convincin one at that...

Bitch tried lookin round tha room yo, but as there was only one single, weak lamp right above her, dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t peep much.

Suddenly she imagined seein suttin' move up in tha shadows, a shape dat broke tha monotony of immobile shadows wit a thugged-out deeper kind of darkness. "I...is somepony t-there?" tha filly holla'd shakily fo' realz. Applez Bloom n' Scootaloo had holla'd at her mo' than all dem freaky stories durin they campin trips, n' a unnervin amount of dem started off just like dis y'all...

Bitch sighed up in relief as Cheerilee stepped tha fuck into tha lil circle of light. "Oh, teach! I hit mah head n' I don’t know where we are, so could you please?" da hoe begged, noddin her head towardz tha ropes.

Her white skin grew even pala than usual when she realised Cheerilee was carryin a hammer up in her grill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch didn’t know why dat freaked her up all of a sudden yo, but there was suttin' up in Cheerilee’s eyes... "Euh, Miss?" her big-ass booty squeaked weakly. Cheer’s only response was ta lift up one of her hooves, revealin her ta be bustin another one of dem special workpony shoes, not unlike tha one she’d used ta hold tha chisel. This one had a gangbangin' far smalla hole though, n' tha circle wasn’t straight-up closed off. Dat shiznit was designed ta hold nails, while still bein able ta slip tha shoe off tha nail(all up in tha opening) once tha thang was almost done.

"What is you-" Sweetie Belle fuckin started yo, but dat thugged-out biiiatch cut her muthafuckin ass off wit a scream as Cheerilee let her actions drop a rhyme fo' her, hammerin a nail diagonally tha fuck into tha filly’s right hoof n' all up in her heel until it gots stuck up in tha wooden table below her muthafuckin ass.

Bitch felt a trickle of warm blood coat tha nail n' bit her lip as her big-ass booty struggled ta keep calm, fo' she knew simply attemptin ta pull her hoof away now would cause even mo' damage, n' mo' blinginly, pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Not dat tha ropes currently offered her much freedom of movement yo, but her dope ass didn’t wanna take any risks.

With tears up in her eyes dat dunkadelic hoe tried pleadin wit Cheerilee again, straight-up bewildered by dis recent chain of events, her mind racin ta figure up what tha fuck was goin on, how tha fuck dat thugged-out biiiatch could raise up from dis nightmare...

"Ple... please... stop... What have I-?" tha filly whimpered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Cheerilee just smiled dopely as dopest dat thugged-out biiiatch could wit a hammer between her teeth as she prepared another nail, dis time puttin it up in place against tha filly’s other hind hoof. Da mare looked Sweetie Belle up in tha eyes intently fo' a moment, makin shizzle she knew exactly what tha fuck was comin fo' her muthafuckin ass.

Sweetie Belle whimpered n' swallowed back a freshly smoked up birst of tears, before bustin up like a biatch out: "No! Help! SIS! RARITY! ANYPONY!"

But nopony replied, let ridin' solo came ta her rescue, as Cheerilee hammered down fo' tha second time rollin tha nail all up in tha filly’s left hoof n' tha fuck into tha table wit just all dem well aimed blows.

Sweetie Belle squeaked up in pain as dat dunkadelic hoe tried her dopest ta keep still, tha necessitizzle of remainin still weighin down upon her as heavily as tha pain itself. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch kinda understood tha concept behind "walkin it off" a shitload mo' betta now, as she’d have given anythang ta be able ta do just that.

Bitch sobbed as Cheerilee ducked down ta retrieve another nail, struttin round ta tha other side of tha table.

"No... please... no..." tha white coated filly sobbed, lettin up a thugged-out desperate cry as Cheerilee started nailin one of her front hairy-ass legs down, before quickly bustin tha same wit tha other one as well.

Sweetie Belle could feel pain radiatin all up in each one of her legs yo, but fo' her tormentor it still wasn’t enough cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Unaffected by tha filly’s bustin up like a biatch n' pleading, dat thugged-out biiiatch continued on n' drove a second nail all up in each of tha filly’s legs, dis time straight all up in tha ankle just above tha hooves theyselves.

Little poolz of blood started ta form round her hooves, flowin off tha edge of tha table n' drippin down ta tha ground lazily. In tha heat of tha moment Cheerilee dropped tha hammer n' tentatively held her tongue underneath one of tha lil streams, savourin tha taste of Sweetie Belle’s warm blood as it dripped tha fuck into her grill. Well shiiiit, it smoked even mo' betta than Scootaloo’s had, like cuz it hadn’t had as much time ta def down yet.

Da filly was still bustin up like a biatch softly as Cheerilee rummaged about, retrievin one of nuff muthafuckin matches dat freaky freaky biatch had stored up in tha room. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch struck it against tha nearby wall n' bowed her head down ta light a gangbangin' fire underneath a metal cylinder dat reached up from just above tha floor ta tha table itself, connected ta tha table up in tha spot where Sweetie Belle had felt a hole up in tha wood earlier n' shit. Da lil bitz of wood n' tinder tha mare had prepared fo' dis occasion caught on fire quickly n' continued burnin sickly, smoke circlin up ta hang just underneath tha ceiling.

Cheerilee looked up at it yo, but wasn’t too worried. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da room was badly ventilated yo, but dat shiznit was a lil' small-ass fire n' dat biiiiatch wouldn’t need it dat much longer up in any case.

A minute or two passed, Cheerilee just mesmerised by tha lil' small-ass flames as dat biiiiatch waited, thankin of tha funk she’d had wit Snails earlier.

Da white filly slowly stopped bustin up, snifflin pathetically as she looked at Cheerilee wit teary eyes, trippin by tha mare’s actions yo, but hopeful dat dis pause meant dat biiiiatch was rethankin bout keepin her there against her will.

"Please... Miss... If you l...let me go I’ll... I won’t...t-tell... anypony, I pro-promise!" she managed ta say wit a tremblin lip yo, but again n' again n' again Cheerilee neglected ta respond. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Suddenly Sweetie Belle became aware of a panicked squeakin noise comin from somewhere up in tha room. Da sound increased up in intensitizzle steadily, until it sounded like a pimped out nuff rats was fearin fo' they game somewhere, even though dat didn’t seem ta make any sense...

Bitch had some shiznit locatin tha source of tha noise, until her big-ass booty suddenly realised it came from right underneath tha table, from tha thang Cheerilee was starin at but which dat thugged-out biiiatch could not see.

As her mackdaddy stepped closer ta tha table she menstrually recoiled yo, but tha mare simply leaned up in n' reached underneath tha table itself, grabbin hold of a metal plate all up in tha top of tha cylinder wit her teeth n' pullin it out, removin tha last barrier between tha cylinder n' tha hole underneath Sweetie up in bustin so.

Da squeakin quickly blew tha fuck up ta unprecedented levels yo, but still Sweetie Belle couldn’t make head nor tail of dat shit. What did rats gotta do wit a metal pl-

Suddenly tha filly gasped n' her eyes grew wide wit fear as she felt dozenz of lil claws scratch at her back, as tha entrapped rats surged up from tha overheated cylinder ta find a way ta escape tha flames.

Even up in they frenzied state they recognised tha difference up in hardnizz between they metal prison n' tha filly’s tender flesh, n' they was straight-up prepared ta put some effort tha fuck into bustin a way up if it meant livin ta squeak another day.

Many grills n' claws hit dat shiznit together as they started ta gnaw n' tear all up in tha filly’s back, her terrified screamz of pain not managin ta extract any mercy from tha swarm of vermin.

Bitch tried archin up her back ta lift it outta they reach, which would also have set dem free yo, but wit her body stretched ta its limit n' held firmly up in place by tha rope n' nails dat thugged-out biiiatch couldn’t even lift it a tenth of a inch.

Da rats quickly ripped away patchez of her coat n' skin, relentlessly goin on ta gnaw at her flesh. Da filly screamed as dat dunkadelic hoe thrashed her head bout from side ta side, unable ta do anythang else as tha rats started ta devour her kickin it, piece by piece.

Like a well-oiled diggin implement they ripped n' tugged at her musclez n' ligaments, tearin up sishizzle n' arteries both as they pushed onwards. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Several of dem came grill ta grill wit her spine yo, but decided ta simply gnaw round it when it proved ta be a nut too hard ta crack fo' realz. After all, they was aimin ta break free n' didn’t gotz a funky-ass bone ta pick wit any of tha elements dat made up Sweetie’s body up in particular.

Da filly her muthafuckin ass shrieked like a funky-ass banshee, foam appearin on her grill as her musclez convulsed n' her body thrashed bout as much as it could, which is ta say not much at all. Regardless of dat her big-ass booty still moved enough fo' tha nails ta pull all up in tha woundz they had inflicted on her, causin tha holez ta become larger n' bleed even mo' profusely.

But this, although painful, was only tha least of her shits as tha rats’ combined efforts finally broke all up in layerz of skin n' muscle n' they erupted tha fuck into her abdominal cavity, clawin up past her intestines or, up in some cases, simply gnawin through.

Da unpleasant n' torturous feelin soon turned Sweetie chronic wit nausea as her stomach buckled n' she vomited, partially managin ta spray it next ta her on tha table yo, but a shitload of it gettin onto her muthafuckin ass as dat thugged-out biiiatch could only barely lift her head ta aim it away.

Da ensuin screams was noize ta Cheer’s ears, n' when copious amountz of blood started streamin outta tha bottom of tha metal cylinder, fallin down tha fuck into tha fire wit a hiss, her hairy-ass legs gots all wobbly wit excitement.

As tha rats continued ta bite n' claw they way all up in Sweetie Belle, her beatboxin slowly shifted ta a wet gurglin noise. With every last muthafuckin passin second mo' of her internal organs gots ripped ta shredz as tha disoriented rats tried ta find a way up fo' realz. A few of dem stayed right on target as they started advancin on tha upper part of tha filly’s abdomen, opposite ta tha point where they had entered.

Some of tha other rats was clueless though as they kept goin round up in circlez or started off up in straight-up wack ways, diggin horizontal tunnelz of gore all up in Sweetie Belle.

As one of tha rats tore all up in her diaphragm tha filly’s breathang became shallow n' shitd, n' Cheerilee started takin up bets wit her muthafuckin ass as ta what tha fuck would bust a cap up in tha filly first: loss of blood or tha inevitable destruction of some vital organ or tha other.

It wasn’t long afta dat that tha filly’s stomach started ta bulge out, before suddenly a funky-ass blood-soaked rat tore away tha last patch of skin wit his sharp claws, n' poked his head outta her stomach.

To Cheerilee, tha small, furry critter was da most thugged-out adorable thang she’d peeped up in like some time, especially tha way it looked round tha room wit curious eyes. Well shiiiit, it clawed its way straight-up outta Sweetie Belle’s warm entrails n' made its way down her quiverin body n' off tha table, soon followed by a thugged-out dozen of his brethren as they all fled they meaty container n' scurried off tha fuck into tha darkness.

Da pale filly’s body convulsed so wildly wit shock dat not even tha ropes was enough ta hold her down no mo'. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch thrashed n' shook against her bindings as a stream of blood flowed outta her grill n' down her chin, nails rippin all up in her flesh or simply gettin pulled outta tha table altogether.

After all dem violent seconds, durin which most of tha rats escaped, all of tha nails had ripped either all up in her flesh or her hoof, or both yo, but tha filly was already too far gone ta notice or care yo. Her body convulsed one last time as she let up a horrifyin chokin sound n' then tha filly, finally, took a dirt nap.

In tha ensuin silence tha only thang dat could still be heard was tha drippin of blood n' Cheerilee’s heavy panting, since tha blood flowin outta tha cylinder had long since extinguished tha cracklin flames tha mare had lit earlier.

A few moments passed durin which Cheerilee tried ta control tha tremblin of her body, until suddenly a soft squeakin noise could be heard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da reason fo' Sweetie’s chokin soundz towardz tha end became at once apparent as her grill opened, one of tha rats forcin his way outta her throat n' climbin past her teeth ta freedom. Cheerilee burst at once tha fuck into hysterical laughter, still up in tha throez of hilaritizzle when dat dunkadelic hoe took tha stairs back up ta git ta tha fillies n' colt’s dressin area.

All tha way up there only one question was on her mind: Why had no funny-ass muthafucka eva thought of dis before, biatch? Dirtnap was simply hysterical!

Cheerilee made her way all up in tha backstage area, albeit a phat distizzle away from tha whole Snails’ thang, n' headed fo' tha dressin room fo' realz. After dat scene wit Sweetie Belle, two soliloquy scenes followed, one wit Reginald n' then another wit tha mackdaddy. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since dat dunkadelic hoe took her dope time, dat first one had almost certainly ended already yo, but as tha mare passed all dem corridors leadin up ta tha stage itself dat dunkadelic hoe thought dat thugged-out biiiatch could still hear Applez Bloom’s voice on stage.

If dat freaky freaky biatch hurried she might still be able ta assist Snips up in findin his costume fo' tha last scene, if da thug was indeed as dumb as he looked n' hadn’t been able ta find it on his own yet fo' realz. As she rounded a cold-ass lil corner suttin' crashed tha fuck into her at high speed, causin her ta stumble back all dem steps as tha air gots slammed outta her lungs.

Bitch looked down when she gots her bearings, n' saw Snips chillin there on his thugged-out lil' plot, bobbin his head ta dispel tha dizzinizz dat set on cuz of tha crash. "Snips muthafucka! What is you bustin here, n' not even up in costume biaaatch! Yo ass need ta git locked n loaded fo' tha last scene," her big-ass booty holla'd by way of a reprimand.

Da cyan colt wit tha ochre mane looked hugely relieved ta peep his cold-ass mackdaddy, n' he immediately scrambled ta his wild lil' feet, tears up in tha corner of his wild lil' fuckin eyes as da perved-out muthafucka started rappin'.

"Oh Miss Cherrilee biaaatch! It’s shitty!" he yelled out. "I was lookin fo' mah costume n' I couldn’t find it so I went lookin fo' you n' I couldn’t find you yo, but but... I found Snails and... and..."

Dude took a big-ass breath at dis point, obviously strugglin ta git tha lyrics out. "... n' he’s dead as fuckin fried chicken..."

Cheerilee’s ghetto grinded ta a halt wit dem lyrics, cold sweat breakin up across her forehead as she felt tha slightest hint of panic rise up from her stomach like bile. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d strayed from her schedule, n' she’d just found up what tha fuck dat would come ta cost her muthafuckin ass.

Her mind hit dat shiznit frantically ta figure up a way ta minimize tha damage caused, ta somehow soothe tha colt enough so dat her plans could go all up in yo, but no easy as fuck  solution presented itself.

Snips, on tha other hand, seemed ta pull his dirty ass together, turnin round n' takin all dem steps. "Come on!" his schmoooove ass called back ta her n' shit. "We can’t continue tha play now, we’ve gots ta tell tha others!"

Cheerilee felt a funky-ass block of ice drop tha fuck into her stomach as tha cyan colt galloped off. No! If he reached anypony else, da thug would...

With a sudden burst of speed that’d have dazzled even Rainbow Dash she rushed forward, catchin up ta tha younger pony up in mere seconds. In one fluid movement her big-ass booty slipped from a gangbangin' full gallop tha fuck into a gangbangin' full-blown karate kick, focusin all her kinetic juice up in a single hoof. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Snips gots hit phat up in tha side, so phat up in fact dat tha kick bust his ass crashin tha fuck into a nearby wall, all up in tha bottom of which he fell tha fuck down up in a cold-ass lil crumpled heap.

Cheerilee silently gave props ta Rainbow Dash fo' all tha times she’d come ta give tha lil playas some karate lessons, a shitload of it had obviously stuck up in her head over tha years.

Before tha colt could do mo' than roll onto his back, Cheer descended upon his ass like a hawk, keepin his ass down wit one hoof as her big-ass booty started whoopin his ass up in tha grill wit tha other, up in tha throez of blind rage.

Here was one whoz ass stood between her n' reachin her goal, n' dat thugged-out biiiatch could be thinkin of not a god damn thang but removin his ass from her path right away, no matter tha cost.

Snips feebly tried ta defend his dirty ass yo, but da thug was a shitload smalla than tha mare, not ta mention a unicorn while dat freaky freaky biatch had all tha physical prowess of a earth pony ta fall back on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da whoopin continued mercilessly, Snips’ grill swellin up n' blood hustlin outta his nozzle n' down from tha places where da hoe broke all up in his skin.

In a act of desperation tha subconscious part of his crazy-ass mind reached up ta magical reserves da ruffneck didn’t even be thinkin dat schmoooove muthafucka had n' his horn started ta glow chronic wit juice n' shiznit fo' realz. All of a sudden a wave of arcane juice zipped past Cheerilee’s head, leavin a long, thin cut stretchin tha length of her cheek. Da fuchsia coloured mare gasped up in surprise as blood started tricklin down from tha wound, which wasn’t all dat serious, although it did stin a lil.

Her gaze dropped down ta tha colt’s cutie mark, n' she realised her big-ass booty should’ve peeped dis comin yo. His specialitizzle obviously involved cuttin of some kind, n' apparently da thug wasn’t restricted ta tha use of scissors.

A subtle chizzle up in tha aura round tha horn warned Cheerilee dat another spell was bout ta be flung at her, so wit no other options up in mind she raised her hoof before rammin it down ta dish up another punch. Only dis time her dope ass didn’t aim fo' Snips grill yo, but fo' tha horn itself fo' realz. As dat freaky freaky biatch hit her target tha colt’s head jerked back n' he groaned as tha horn tugged at his skull, tha spell dischargin tha fuck into tha wall behind his ass instead of its intended target. Da magical light round tha horn flickered fo' a moment before comin back up in force, n' Cheerilee just knew tha next spell was already on its way.

Bitch once again n' again n' again started drizzlin down punches, now aimin all of dem all up in tha horn, spells explodin against tha walls, ceilin n' floor left n' right, bustin  tiny piecez of rubble flyin all over dis biiiatch.

At first tha colt took tha whoopin like a stallion yo, but as tha mare hit tha same spot time n' time again, it became mo' n' mo' n' mo' hard as fuck fo' his ass ta fight back against tha pain dat was risin up in his skull fo' realz. All of a sudden lil cracks started ta step tha fuck up in tha horn, until one final strike from Cheerilee broke it clear off.

When dat happened, magic blew up like a muthafucka tha fuck into tha room, throwin Cheerilee off tha colt n' makin her slide nuff muthafuckin metas over tha floor, until dat thugged-out biiiatch came ta a halt all dem metas away from Snips.

Da magical feedback seemed ta done been a shitload worse fo' tha cyan pony his dirty ass, as he lay witlessly on tha floor.

Scramblin ta her hooves, tha fuchsia mare picked up Snips’ horn when she passed it on tha way ta his crazy-ass motionless form, clutchin it between her front hooves like a thugged-out dagger as she kneeled over his muthafuckin ass. With a moments hesitation, she rammed tha horn down straight tha fuck into his chest fo' realz. As tha blood welled up underneath Cheer’s handz n' spattered everywhere, tha colt’s eyes blasted open n' da perved-out muthafucka stared first at his chest, n' then at her n' shit. "Why?" he managed ta whisper hoarsely as game fled from his body.

Cheerilee didn’t bother ta answer his question, simply pullin tha horn outta his body n' rammin it back tha fuck into his chest all dem times fo' phat measure, until da perved-out muthafucka stopped movin altogether.

Cheerilee panted heavily (from actual physical exertion dis time) as she rolled off of Snips’ corpse, tryin ta catch her breath as she just lay on tha cold floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Bustin' his ass like dis had been like exhilaratin up in its own right, even if it did all end rather fast.

Bitch licked over her own cheek, samplin her own blood fo' tha last time n' findin it not altogether unpleasant, even if it did feel a lil' bit strange.

Bitch was glad she’d been able ta try dis "struggle fo' survival" approach at least once though, even if her original gangsta plan fo' Applez Bloom n' his ass had been a thousand times mo' elegant...

Da realisation suddenly hit her wit sickenin force: her plans fo' Snips n' Applez Bloom! Da plan required both of dem ta maneuver each other tha fuck into tha right places, n' even afta dat tha next few steps also required interaction between em. Now dat Snips was gone, it couldn’t possibly work.

And dat was tha least of her shits, tha play still had one scene ta go, n' Snips was supposed ta be up in dat shit. Da mare fuckin started thankin up countless freshly smoked up plans on tha spot yo, but she rejected all of dem outta hand fo' bein too ridiculous, too short-sighted, too dangerous, like a muthafucka... risky. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch fuckin started ta fear tha thang was hopeless, dat dat freaky freaky biatch had finally maneuvered her muthafuckin ass tha fuck into a cold-ass lil corner dat thugged-out biiiatch could not escape from.

To keep tha crew up in tha dark, tha final scene had ta go all up in without a hitch, so one of mah thugs had ta go up there ta play against Applez Bloom. With nopony else left from tha original gangsta cast, dat thugged-out biiiatch could only count on her muthafuckin ass.

She’d gotta improvise n' it probably would not work yo, but dat shiznit was tha dopest blasted dat freaky freaky biatch had. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da only blasted dat freaky freaky biatch had.

Bitch quickly galloped towardz tha dressin area n' headed up in tha backroom, wipin tha blood off of her muthafuckin ass wit a rag before openin tha chest dat held Reginald’s final costume. Dat shiznit was way too lil' small-ass fo' her of course yo, but it included a particularly dashin brooch dat thugged-out biiiatch could use as a gangbangin' fastener.

Cheerilee quickly picked up tha brooch n' continued on towardz tha back of tha room, where nuff muthafuckin boltz of cloth lay stashed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch chose a funky-ass black piece dat was just big-ass enough ta fit round her body, n' swung over her back, rockin tha brooch as a cold-ass lil clasp up in her neck ta end up wit suttin' vaguely reminiscent of a hooded cloak.

It wouldn’t hold up ta scrutiny but since tha crew would only peep her from far away, it just might do fo' realz. At least dat freaky freaky biatch hoped so fo' realz. As a gangbangin' finishin bust a nut on her big-ass booty slid a knife she found on a nearby shelf all up in tha fabric, improvisin some manner of sheath so dat tha blade rested against her chest, relatively hidden.

Da mare then dashed off up in tha direction of tha stage, realisin dat freaky freaky biatch had no time left ta waste. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch brought up a menstrual map of tha buildin on tha fly, ta figure up exactly where dat freaky freaky biatch had ta bounce tha fuck out. For tha next scene, Reginald was supposed ta emerge outta a mountain cave afta tha mackdaddy had climbed up dat mountain, ta hook up his challenge.

Knowin that, Cheerilee rounded a turn n' rushed up a gangbangin' flight of stairs, emergin at last tha fuck into tha dark "cave" all up in tha top of tha mountain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. From here dat thugged-out biiiatch could peep tha crew yo, but dat biiiiatch was like shizzle tha darknizz still hid her from em.

Judgin from tha fact dat Applez Bloom was nowhere up in sight, dat freaky freaky biatch had juiced it up in time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch on tha fuckin' down-lowly congratulated her muthafuckin ass over dis accomplishment, as dat dunkadelic hoe took all dem moments ta catch her breath n' rest up, fearin dat she may soon need tha juice. Well shiiiit, it only took her a minute ta start hearin tha filly’s voice comin closer, n' pretty soon afta dat dat thugged-out biiiatch came tha fuck into view, havin made her way up tha mountain slope. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was bustin relatively simple attire compared ta tha royal mantle from earlier n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had a sheathed toy sword wit her, attached ta her side where dat thugged-out biiiatch could easily reach fo' tha pommel wit her teeth.

"Reginald hommie biaaatch! I have come ta grill yo' challenge, come up n' fight like a stallion!" Mackdaddy Goldencrown roared, lookin round defiantly. Cheerilee took one deep breath n' hid her grill a lil' bit deeper under tha hood, even though dat biiiiatch wasn’t shizzle why. Well shiiiit, it wouldn’t fool mah playas, or not fo' straight-up long at least.

Swallowin back her fear her big-ass booty stepped outta tha cave n' onto tha highest point of tha stage. Da mountain summit was located nuff muthafuckin metas above tha mine Scootaloo had disappeared tha fuck into earlier yo, but as dat shiznit was placed all tha way ta tha back of tha stage even tha ponies occupyin tha front rows could still peep tha hustlas up there relatively doggystyle.

Cheerilee could hear tha crowd rappin' n' whisperin ta each other as her big-ass booty stepped outta tha shadows, they was obviously wonderin what tha fuck up in tha hay dat biiiiatch was bustin up there on tha stage fo' realz. Applez Bloom her muthafuckin ass was even mo' confused, as dat freaky freaky biatch had sposed ta fuckin peep Snips there, not her mackdaddy.

"Miss Cheerilee, why is you-" da hoe fuckin started ta say on tha fuckin' down-lowly.

"I peep you have come, oh brave Mackdaddy, n' I applaud yo' bravery fo' realz. As a token of mah respect, I shall grill you here up in mah one legit form. Up ‘till now Witchcraft n' Sorcery have hidden me from yo' eyes yo, but no longer n' shit. Tonight we fight a real battle," Cheerilee’s voice boomed all up in tha complex, easily goin over Applez Bloom’s.

Da explanation sounded tacky even ta her own ears yo, but dat shiznit was tha dopest she’d been able ta come up wit at such short notice. In a sudden moment of inspiration she gave Applez Bloom a cold-ass lil conspiratorz wink, prayin tha filly would play along. Whatever tha filly had assumed Cheer meant by it, her big-ass booty suddenly grinned n' nodded eagerly, as if ta say "Oh, I gots it!".

"Oh fiend hommie biaaatch! Ah knew there was mo' afoot when you bested mah most trusted advisors. Witchcraft, dis explains a shitload indeed!" tha Mackdaddy responded, Applez Bloom’s accent playin up slightly as they strayed from tha original gangsta script yo, but tha fuchsia mare couldn’t have cared less at dat point, so relieved was dat dunkadelic hoe ta peep tha other pony playin along wit her ruse.

"Well then, let our asses dance," dat thugged-out biiiatch cried up as she reached her right hoof under her cloak ta draw tha knife, keepin three hooves on tha floor as she pointed tha blade at her ‘opponent’.

Da filly up in turn took tha pommel of her toy sword between her teeth n' assumed a cold-ass lil combatizzle stance. Da sword was far too big-ass fo' her ta carry it up in a hoof, as Cheerilee did wit her knife, so fo' her dis was tha only option. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. That ridin' solo made tha oddz heavily favour tha mare, n' on top of dat one of dem was wieldin a real knife while tha other one had only a mostly harmless plastic toy.

Da entire fightin scene had been carefully choreographed, so Applez Bloom naturally stuck ta her predetermined moves, n' she expected Cheerilee ta play by tha book as well. Cheerilee would certainly done been capable of bustin so, had da hoe been so inclined, since dat biiiiatch was tha one whoz ass planned up tha entire thang.

Bitch was, however, mad anxious ta git all dat shiznit over wit doggystyle.

As soon as Applez Bloom advanced, Cheerilee stepped forward as well, intentionally allowin her muthafuckin ass ta git within reach of tha filly’s sword. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Instead of parryin Applez Bloom’s swin wit her dagger as tha filly expected, she jerked her head back ta dodge it, confusin tha hay outta tha Applez Bloom n' throwin her balizzle off straight-up.

Da fuchsia mare quickly followed up wit a battle of her own, which left a nasty cut over tha filly’s left cheek, almost tha twin of tha cut Cheerilee still hid under her hood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Applez Bloom let up a sharp cry, mo' outta surprise than outta pain, as her big-ass booty stumbled backwards. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked all up in tha red liquid drippin down tha tip of tha knife, n' then at Cheerilee, whoz ass stared back coldly from underneath tha hood.

"Wait, is dat a rea-" da hoe fuckin started saying, tha lyrics muffled by tha pommel up in her grill yo, but Cheerilee didn’t at all feel like lettin down tha heat now n' simply rushed forward.

Applez Bloom panicked n' swung her sword, hittin Cheerilee right up in tha grill up in tha process.

Cheerilee almost lost her balizzle as her head gots slammed ta tha side yo, but somehow she managed ta turn tha movement tha fuck into a 180 degrees spin, buckin her hind hairy-ass legs all up in tha filly.

Bitch hit her right up in tha chest, n' tha sheer force of tha blow bust tha lil one flyin across tha stage, until she landed roughly on her back a meter or two away.

Da filly took a thugged-out deep breath, a stingin pain up in her chest alertin her ta tha fact dat all was not well, n' her dope ass didn’t seem ta be able ta draw up in as much air as usual, either n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch realised Cheerilee had probably fucked up a shitload of her ribs, n' still felt dazed from tha landin like a muthafucka.

Her mackdaddy however wasted no time n' descended upon tha fallen Applez Bloom like a vulture, rammin tha knife all up in her right shoulder n' tha fuck into tha wooden floor below, effectively pinnin her down.

Da filly held back a shriek of pain n' swung her sword again, hittin Cheerilee up in tha head once mo' n' mo' n' mo'. Well shiiiit, it barely phased tha mare although it did piss her off fo' realz. All of a sudden da hoe brought her head down n' headbutted tha filly brutally, hopin ta knock her out. That was exactly what tha fuck happened as Applez Bloom’s eyes rolled back up in her head.

Suddenly becomin acutely aware of tha crew starin up at her, Cheerilee remembered her last lines, tha lyrics traditionally spoken all up in tha end of a Reginald play, even though she’d gotta chizzle it up a funky-ass bit.

Bitch clutched her head, as if dat freaky freaky biatch had been fatally wounded by dat last blow n' then was rappin dramatically.

"Oh, what tha fuck wack fate, now we both must die biaaatch! But I implore you all, stallions n' mares never ta forget Reginald... tha Sly..." n' then she allowed her muthafuckin ass ta fall ta tha floor, remainin there motionlessly.

She’d never understood dem lyrics her muthafuckin ass, or what tha fuck moral lesson they was supposed ta convey yo, but they gots tha thang done. Da technician gots tha cue n' tha curtains started ta close, as tha crew started ta stompin they hooves down onto tha floor n' hollared ta show they approval.

Da play had been, on tha whole, pretty well done, n' tha curious alternate endin did add dat certain suttin' something. Not ta mention, dat last fightin scene had been gorgeous, it didn’t be lookin like they was just pretendin at all!

With relief Cheerilee saw tha curtain finally close straight-up, hidin tha stage from tha crew’s sight. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d spread tha word dat tha fillies n' her muthafuckin ass would gotta start breakin down tha stage props n' cleanin up tha backstage area right away, since some other crew from Canterlot needed tha buildin later dat week. That meant no muthafucka was expectin dem back home any time soon.

Bitch threw a glizzle all up in tha unconscious filly next ta her, whoz ass still had tha knife embedded up in her shoulder, n' smiled.

Bitch had all tha time she needed ta figure up suttin' freshly smoked up fo' dis one now fo' realz. All tha time up in tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass.

Applez Bloom, up in her half-awake state, suddenly felt a cold-ass lil cold glass bein pressed against her lips. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch instinctively opened her grill ta drink, quickly swallowin what tha fuck da hoe believed ta be gin n juice n' shit. Well shiiiit, it only took her all dem sips ta realise, even up in her groggy state, dat what tha fuck dat biiiiatch was drankin wasn’t gin n juice at all.

For one, it had a sort of metallic aftertaste, n' fo' another there was lil' small-ass bits n' pieces up in it dat sort of resembled...

At once dat biiiiatch was wide awake, coughin n' spittin up tha last of tha fluid up in her grill. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d been bound ta some sort of wooden table wit leather straps. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch saw Cheerilee standin next ta her, holdin a glass filled wit a red liquid, grinnin wickedly at her n' shit. "Mmmm, I thought you was horny bout dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Scootaloo juiced it up her muthafuckin ass, you know... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch straight-up... poured her muthafuckin ass tha fuck into it, you could say."

Da mare cackled maniacally as horror flashed across tha filly’s face. "Scootaloo... You.. fo' realz. Ah... "

"Killed her, biatch? Oh fo'sho, ‘fraid so. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was tha straight-up original gangsta ta go, you know fo' realz. And yo thugged-out ass... you’re tha last," tha mare holla'd, feelin uncharacteristically chatty.

Da filly turned pale. "Yo ass capped... all of ‘em?"

"Oh goodnizz no!" she replied, grinnin as relief spread over tha filly’s face. "I didn’t bust a cap up in Snails, dat was all yo thugged-out ass... tha way you made dat spotlight, or sun if you wish, fall down on his muthafuckin ass... Glorious."

Tears filled Applez Bloom’s eyes as tha realisation hit her dat all of her playaz was gone, n' dat her fate wasn’t likely ta be any different. "W...why?" she managed ta let up as Cheerilee picked up a knife n' held it up ta tha light appraisingly.

"Why, biatch? Because you all deserve dat shit. Each n' mah playaz of y'all be a funky-ass blight upon dis land, a chronic up in mah garden, n' it’s time ta end it," tha mare holla'd coldly as she positioned her muthafuckin ass all up in tha end of tha table, near tha filly’s hind legs. "So shall we?"

Slowly n' carefully tha mare made a incision above tha filly’s hoof, cuttin neatly round tha circumference of her leg.

Applez Bloom tried ta squirm yo, but tha leather straps effectively held her up in place as they dug tha fuck into her skin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Cheerilee slipped tha knife under her skin, carefully cuttin tha skin loose from tha filly’s flesh. Da pain dis caused was immense yo, but tha filly clenched her teeth n' refused ta acknowledge it, every last muthafuckin bit as stubborn as her sista was, not wantin ta give Cheerilee tha pleasure of hearin her scream.

Cheerilee obviously thought dat thugged-out biiiatch cut enough fo' now, as dat dunkadelic hoe took hold of tha flap of skin dat thugged-out biiiatch cut loose wit her teeth. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly she pulled it up tha filly’s legs, rippin mo' skin off as dat biiiiatch went, flayin tha filly kickin dat shit, yo. Despite her brave effort, dis was simply too much fo' anypony ta endure on tha fuckin' down-lowly, n' Applez Bloom’s scream rang up all up in tha empty complex. Cheer continued makin freshly smoked up incisions every last muthafuckin time she accidentally tore tha skin straight-up off, n' then continued tha flayin from there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Pretty soon half of tha filly’s leg was a funky-ass bloody heap of bare flesh, every last muthafuckin lil twitch goin all up in tha exposed musclez a agonizin experience, blood droppin from all over dis biiiatch.

But still Cheer flossed no sign of stopping, as dat thugged-out biiiatch continued cuttin n' flaying, slowly movin up.

Eventually tha filly’s entire leg was a gangbangin' finger-lickin' disgusting, skinless mess. Cheerilee sadistically breathed up on it fo' a while, makin Applez Bloom shiver up in pain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. A lil light sparkled up in Cheer’s eyes as da hoe bowed down n' extended her tongue, slowly draggin all dat shiznit tha way from tha filly’s hoof up ta her flank. For a moment tha mare thought tha screams dat followed would deafen her permanently, before she pulled her tongue back tha fuck into her grill n' savoured tha taste.

"Mmmm... you’re like good, want a taste?" dat biiiiatch whispered up in tha filly’s ear.

"B...buck...y-you... " tha Cutie Mark Crusader managed ta stammer n' shit. Cheerilee laughed, amused by Applez Bloom’s defiant nature. This one may be able ta take some punishment yet!

Bitch diligently started cuttin up tha filly’s other leg, bustin a long-ass incision across tha length of tha leg dis time, pullin tha skin off towardz tha side instead of upwards. Da filly still tried ta resist n' keep up appearances yo, but her big-ass booty slowly started sobbin n' shiverin as tha pain became too much ta bear, her breathang becomin ragged n' her skin turnin pale as her vividly scarlet blood coated tha floor.

As she gained mo' confidence wit a knife her movements started ta become quicker, n' up in one fluid motion she first cut tha skin from tha filly’s left flank, n' then moved right over ta cut off tha skin on tha right.

Bitch picked up tha two piecez of skin wit her teeth n' held dem up before tha filly, before tossin dem aside. "Saw them, biatch? That’s where yo' Cutie Mark would’ve been... if you had one. Yo ass never will now, nahmeean, biatch? Guess yo' ‘crusading’ minutes is over."

This realisation finally did wit tha pain hadn’t been able ta do: it shattered tha filly’s last vestigez of resistance. From one moment ta tha next her big-ass booty started ta cry loudly, her body bobbin wildly, rockin up way mo' juice on all dat than her big-ass booty should. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Cheer started cuttin up stripz of skin on tha filly’s chest, until tha word "Weed" was spelled up there.

By now tha filly had lost enough blood n' wasted enough juice dat her responses started ta become sluggish, ruinin a shitload of Cheerilee’s fun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch tried pokin tha knife tha fuck into all dem heat points yo, but her erection was so underwhelmin dat Cheer shrugged n' decided ta booty-call it quits.

Bitch undid tha leather straps n' pulled a tub up from under tha table, exactly tha same one dat freaky freaky biatch had squeezed Scootaloo up tha fuck into earlier... n' Scootaloo was still there.

Not wantin ta simply wait until Applez Bloom bled out, tha mare pulled her off tha table by her hair, droppin her straight tha fuck into tha tub.

Da blood n' piecez of gore suddenly surroundin her stung on her bare flesh, n' she let up a soft hiss.

As Applez Bloom took up in tha scent of tha blood n' saw a eye driftin slowly by, her big-ass booty suddenly realised just what tha fuck she’d been dropped in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This notion seemed ta renew her strength as her big-ass booty scrambled ta git outta tha tub yo, but Cheerilee would have none of dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch grabbed tha filly by tha afro wit a hoof n' forced her down tha fuck into tha pool of blood, keepin her grill n' nostrils under.

Da filly screamed, swallowin grillfulz of Scootaloo up in tha process as dat dunkadelic hoe thrashed her hairy-ass legs bout wildly, splatterin tha contentz of tha tub everywhere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho fo' realz. Air bubbled up from her grill yo, but Cheerilee kept her there firmly, ecstatic ta peep tha filly’s strugglin take a thugged-out dirtnap down slowly fo' realz. As Applez Bloom’s lungs started ta burn more, she involuntarily tried ta breath anyway, fillin her lungs wit blood n' gore.

After a last erratic twitch of one of her legs, Applez Bloom remained motionless. Da fuchsia coloured mare waited all dem mo' seconds, before finally releasin tha filly fo' realz. Applez Bloom’s mutilated body just kept layin still up in tha pool of blood dat had once been Scootaloo, n' Cheerilee knew her task had finally come ta a end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin' fo' realz. All dat was left was simply clean-up.

Bitch sat back n' cried tearz of joy, overcome wit emotion as she realised she might finally git her game back on tha rails now, wit a freshly smoked up class next year, a cold-ass lil class of sick fillies n' colts, instead of tha monstas dat freaky freaky biatch had had.

Bitch felt proud as a muthafucka ta have played her part up in makin Equestria a funky-ass mo' betta place, proud as a muthafucka ta have protected tha future generations from poisonous influences dat would have hampered they growth, which up in turn would have hampered others... Da consequences would’ve been like dire, ta say tha least.

Hummin a cold-ass lil cheerful tune dat biiiiatch went ta git cleaned up once again, n' then went over ta her stash of flammable liquids.

It’d take some time by her muthafuckin ass yo, but she’d git tha thang done. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch felt like dat biiiiatch was struttin on clouds, not a god damn thang would stop her now!

Fire sprung up all round her, stoppin her right up in her tracks. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch realised too late dat freaky freaky biatch had no thought dis all up in cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d spread flammable shiznit everywhere n' then lit all dem fires up in different places yo, but dat freaky freaky biatch had underestimated tha speed at which tha flames would spread.

And now dat biiiiatch was here, not too far from tha exit yo, but unable ta proceed cuz of tha problem dat freaky freaky biatch her muthafuckin ass had pimped.

Bitch backed off tha fuck into tha center of tha room, as far away from tha flames as possible yo, but as soon as she gots there she already had ta jump outta tha way of a funky-ass burnin crossbeam, which only barely missed her n' shit. Various patchez of fur on her body was already singed from flames she just barely dodged, n' soot n' ash covered her from tip ta hoof.

Smoke started ta fill tha room n' Cheerilee felt her muthafuckin ass slowly suffocatin as every last muthafuckin breath dat dunkadelic hoe took drew some mo' of it tha fuck into her lungs.

As her breathang became shitd she laughed softly, wonder if her dizzle of liberation would also be tha dizzle her dope ass died. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch consoled her muthafuckin ass dat a noble dirtnap afta havin completed her mission was still infinitely mo' betta than tha game dat freaky freaky biatch had been livin before, up in a ghetto where dem colts n' fillies was still kickin it.

Just as her big-ass booty started ta be thinkin tha thang was hopeless, a funky-ass burst of purple light blew up like a muthafucka from tha exit ahead, wood splinterin up in tha explosion.

Surprisingly, tha blast seemed ta have sucked tha game outta most of tha flames between her n' tha exit, so summonin tha last of her strength Cheerilee done cooked up a funky-ass beeline fo' tha exit.

As she gots closer dat thugged-out biiiatch could hear voices rappin' ta each other urgently, worry thick up in they voices.

"Do it again, Twi, do it again!"

"Eugh. I... dat took a shitload outta me, I don’t be thinkin dis is tha dopest way to..."

Cheerilee burst outta tha burnin building, smoke trailin behind her as dat thugged-out biiiatch collapsed on tha grass just outside of tha theater complex. Immediately nuff muthafuckin ponies rushed forward ta help her, n' as she looked up her big-ass booty saw Twilight Sparke, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Raritizzle n' Fluttershy standin round here, wit concerned looks up in they eyes.

"Is you ok, biatch? Where is tha children, biatch? I teleported our asses all here as soon as we saw tha smoke," Twilight holla'd, tha other five nodding.

Cheerilee opened her grill, her voice hoarse n' cracklin from tha smoke as her big-ass booty spoke.

"They... inside... fire... No idea... how..." her big-ass booty holla'd yo, but tha effort took a shitload outta her muthafuckin ass.

"Shoot son! We can’t wait, we need ta git them, now!" Rainbow Dash cried out.

"Just wait," tha purple mare replied calmly "I can peep other ponies crossin tha river already, pretty soon w-"

But Rainbow Dash didn’t listen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Utilisin her trademark speed her dope ass dashed all up in all of tha flames n' disappeared tha fuck into tha building, quickly followed by Raritizzle n' Applejack, whoz ass was both yellin tha namez of they respectizzle lil sisters.

"Wh-wh...what now?" Fluttershy holla'd shakily, as she n' Pinkie Pie waited fo' Twilight’s direction.

"Form a funky-ass bucket line!" tha unicorn commanded, tha other two ponies quickly dashin off up in tha direction of tha river ta organise tha other ponies up in one long line.

As tha straight-up original gangsta buckets gots passed ta tha front n' thrown up in tha fire, both Cheerilee n' Twi could peep tha effort was up in vain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da gin n juice didn’t seem ta make any different as bucket afta bucket was thrown onto tha flames, yet they just kept gettin bigger n' hotter n' shit. From where she lay on tha ground, Cheerilee suspected dat any evidence against her might already be long lost yo, but dat biiiiatch wasn’t willin ta take tha bet.

Suddenly tha purple pony seemed ta git fed up wit waitin n' worryin bout her playas, n' a scam came ta her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch called upon her magical reserves, strainin her muthafuckin ass ta tha maximum as her horn fuckin started ta glow mo' n' more.

Ponies peeped on up in awe as a purple trail of light sprang up between tha river n' tha theater n' tha river started ta alter it’s course.

In a matter of secondz a wall of gin n juice suddenly rushed forward all up in tha theater walls, crushin every last muthafuckin thang up in its path. Cheerilee was hit by a rush of panic, dis just might be enough ta put up tha fire!

Bitch shouldn’t have worried. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Although tha unleashed fury of tha river did indeed put a end ta tha flames, it also washed away tha weakened theater buildin itself, smashin all dat shiznit against tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As Twilight, exhausted, stopped applyin her magical might ta it, tha gin n juice of tha river started ta recede, draggin a shitload of rubble n' tha like wit dat shit.

Twilight looked round tha fuck up area fearfully fo' all dem moments yo, but breathed a funky-ass bust a funky-ass big-ass fart of relief as her three playaz climbed from between tha rubble, battered, bruised n' a lil singed yo, but otherwise ok.

But tha fillies n' colts they’d been lookin fo' was nowhere up in sight. Twilight threw all dem dissin glances at her playaz yo, but they all shaked they headz as tears filled they eyes. No Muthafucka had managed ta find any of dem up in tha inferno fo' realz. As tha realitizzle of tha thang hit them, they emotions gots tha dopest of dem as they let go of they tears.

They was quickly joined by tha weakened Cheerilee, whoz ass shed tearz of pure relief.

A week or two had passed since tha incident, n' a shitload had happened. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Several investigations had looked tha fuck into tha cause of tha fire yo, but tha fire itself n' tha gin n juice dat followed had destroyed anythang dat could’ve given tha investigators even tha slightest clue.

Cheerilee always looked trippin n' heartbroken whenever she gots questioned, frontin dat biiiiatch was takin care of suttin' on tha other side of tha complex when tha fire broke up fo' realz. Although someponies wondered if dis couldn’t be considered some form of negligence, no straight-up legit disses against her was filed.

Da cleanin effort had been ongoin fo' a entire week, n' even now bits n' piecez of rubble still turned up here n' there.

Durin tha weekend followin tha "disaster" a joined burial ceremony was held fo' all tha fillies n' colts whoz ass took a dirt nap at once, although all of tha caskets had been filled wit stone n' belongingz of tha dead, since none of tha bodies had been found.

Everypony gots straight-up wack, includin Cheerilee, whoz ass cried tearz of joy as her struggle finally came ta a end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin' fo' realz. All dem ponies came ta tell her dat "Dat shiznit was ok." n' "Things would be aiiiight." or dat "It wasn’t yo' fault."

Cheerilee constantly had ta take care not ta accidentally respond ta these up in tha wack way, so dat biiiiatch was like relieved when dat shiznit was finally over.

And so two weeks passed.

Cheerilee grunted n' moaned, sweatin profusely up in tha warmth of tha sun. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it had taken her a shitload of effort, n' she’d certainly be sore up in tha morning. But her dope ass didn’t care. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She’d finally done dat shit.

Bitch took all dem steps back ta admire her work, n' marveled all up in tha slick state her garden was, once again, in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. There n' then she done cooked up a solemn vow, a sacred pact wit her muthafuckin ass.

"I, Cheerilee, aint NEVER gonna let any weedz take over mah garden, eva again."