vignettes

(this one is obviously a re-crafting of another's infamous work. if it doesn't jump out at you, then i am bad with computer)

in the damp, fetid basement of her late parent’s derelict house, a muddy scootaloo, with great trepidation and even greater devotion, stands breathlessly but faithfully by pinkamena’s side as her lover methodically dissects a freshly acquired corpse.

this new, fanatical fetish that pinkamena has been entertaining lately, an ultimatum in which the muted earth pony drives them both towards with such solemn enthusiasm, the simplest notion that, using her own two hooves and wielding her already vast but ever-growing knowledge of earth pony magic, she could bring the dead back to life.

scootaloo eyes her lover with bated breath, writhing in the dry constriction of her throat. it isn’t that she thinks it cannot be done. miss pinkamena could do anything if she set her cruel heart to it. scootaloo, gingerly flaps her small wings against the faintest hint of bruising on her sides. she can do so much, but.. the question lingers, is this too much?

is this something that, even if it can be done, should it?

the two dirty ponies are huddled over the stone slab„ where their new object of experimentation lay still. scootaloo knew this pony. frighteningly enough, even more pertinent questions sprung out from the dark recesses of her troubled mind, but not usually during their times together in this work.. if they did.. if they could reanimate this pony, bring her back to life, would she still retain her /vitality/? her /soul/?

oddly enough, pinkamena held no interest in matters of the spirit..

what would a creature that had been plucked back from elysium even look like??

that image frightened scootaloo worse than the all the moral entrapments that have been layed out before them. worse than all the graves they have defiled and mortuaries they have robbed; worse than the.. she shudders to recall.. than the instances of unspeakable, forced acts of sexual depravity, worse than the committed cannibalism, than killing other ponies outright,

she is bound to pinkamena by flesh and spirit, but she is afraid of the path her dearest friend has taken