In which Twilight Sparkle murders the entire population of Ponyville
When Twilight Sparkle awoke, she knew instantly something was wrong. It wasn’t anything physical, or even traumatic. No, instead her mind was taken by thoughts of death, blood, and destruction. The type of thoughts that couldn’t be ignored. Thoughts that must be fulfilled.
It was 6 AM. Ponyville has 4.673 inhabitants, plenty to last the day.
Since it was so early, she knew that the plaza would be just starting to fill up. Even better. She would be able to take some during their sleep.
Not bothering to walk through the library, and so risk waking Spike up, she teleported to the middle of the plaza, and ran towards the nearest house. A simple phase shift spell allowed her to walk straight through the wall and into the bedroom, where two mares slept peacefully, embracing each other. Lyra and Bon Bon, if she wasn’t mistaken.
She started by fusing their mouths shut. The screams would alert the others. They instantly woke up, unable to understand the sudden outburst of pain. She quickly summoned a blade of condensed air particles, and sliced their hooves clean off. They looked at her in uncomprehending horror, until she melted their snouts together. At least they would be able to look at each other’s eyes as they bled to death.
As she walked through another wall, she noticed the blood stains on her coat. Not good. Any pony that saw her would be suspicious. Still, there was nothing she could do.
She entered the next home through the kitchen, so she took the time to float a few knives. They weren’t very sharp, but with the right amount of force they could still pierce flesh.
In the bed as a large, orange stallion she couldn’t recognize. With him sleeping, it was easy to sever his vocal chords, while still leaving the carotid intact. Satisfied that his voice came out as a gurgle, she quickly pinned his hooves t0 the mattress. She again avoided major arteries, leaving her able to stick her last knife in his liver – death would come, but it would be slow.
As she crossed the alley to the next house, she noticed the first one was in flames. Good, the ponies would be gathered when she was ready for the gross of the work.
The next house contained a filly and a pegasus she didn’t recognize. Ugh. Since fillies were so noisy, she did it quick and clean with a ripped bed post through the eye. The sound woke up the mother, but before she could screech she caved her skull in with a magic blast. She wanted for her to bleed out watching her daughter corpse, but this would have to do.
This time a few noticed her bloodied figure crossing the alley, but they seemed more confused than alarmed, which was good. What wasn’t good was the fact that she walked through the wall right in front of a waking earth pony couple, whom managed to scream “What the-“ before a concussive blast got both unconscious. She quickly shoved her head into his anus, sealed it shut, and jolted both awake. He would bleed out, and she would asphyxiate.
Sadly, his screams could be heard from the street this time, so the ponies that saw her crossing over the house did seem alarmed. She probably should have been more discreet. but then, what fun would that be?
The next house contained just an older pony, so she absent mindedly sliced his head clean off. A quick death to show respect for the elderly.
A large crowd saw her this time, so she knew her time was up. Luckily she found an awake florist pony in the next home, one of the loud annoying ones. Just what she needed. As soon as she saw Twilight passing through her wall, covered in blood and entrails, she started screeching, a piercing sound sure to be heard for kilometers. So she enchanted little pockets of air around her eye sockets, and triggered them to swell and explode in a few minutes. The pressure would cause immense pain before killing her, a perfect way to bring a crowd.
Roseluck’s screams quickly built up, as she felt her eyeballs being crushed by the strange pressure. She ran desperately around her room, until she jumped straight through a closed window. She managed to reach the center of the plaza before her head exploded theatrically. If anypony was still unaware that strange things were afoot, they sure weren’t anymore.
A sizable crowd, at least one hundred ponies strong, gathered to watch the house, while Twilight focused her magic, ready to strike. As soon as they were close the whole front of the building exploded, launching body parts for several meters. She noticed bits of a fluffy, pink mane in the debris, and sighed. She had wanted Pinkie’s death to be special, but this would have to do.
As she stepped out the building, she gathered some of the spilled blood into a large scythe, and swung it around, making a spectacle of beheading a few of the nearby ponies. That was enough to send the crowd fleeing, eager to escape what they felt was the grim reaper itself.
Twilight conjured a large dome around the town. The few foolish enough to touch it were instantly vaporized. If they wanted to survive, they would have to take her down – and she was determined to get her remaining four thousand, five hundred and thirty one kills.
It would take a while for despair to drive them to action, so she decided to have breakfast at Sugar Cube Corner. The building was noisy, as her disturbance seems to have put the babies on a most foul mood. She entered their room to find Miss and Mr. Cake comforting their foals. That wouldn’t do. She gathered all four in her magic and walked towards the bathroom. Ignoring the pleading parents, she corked the bathtub, melted their hooves to the ceiling, and then slit their throats. The foals she left on the bathtub, magically bound and with their heads down. Drowning was an interesting way to die.
After washing her hooves and face – hygiene was important after all – she went to the kitchen. Fresh cupcakes were cooling on the counter, so she grabbed one and took a bite. Banana! Her favorite. It would be a good meal.
Before she could take another bite, a concussive wave hit her, making her drop her cupcake and spill the whole tray on the ground. She looked towards the door, and saw an enraged Pumpkin Cake, her horn glowing with a fierce bright light.
She sighed. Looks like the little shit was powerful enough to break her bonds. Before her assailant would cast another spell, Twilight severed the horn clean off. The baby cried out, unable to understand why her magic stopped. Twilight cursed at the ruined breakfast, and floated the baby back to the bathroom.
Luckily, the other foal was still alive, since the blood had just reached his nostrils. Noticing the parents were still conscious, she jolted both awake, before searing the little pegasus alive. Unicorn magic was very effective in evenly cooking food, so when she took a bite of the wing it was crisp and juicy. She tore off three legs, and fed them to each of her remaining victims, before taking the last one for herself. She cleaned the bone, ate both the remaining wings, and left the rest of the body to float in the bathtub.
The other one, somehow not resisting anymore, was now bound in an upright position. If her calculations were right, the blood would rise enough to reach the head, but not enough to allow her to drown. She set the bathtub to slowly heat up, so that the blood would begin to boil in time for lunch. She was about to leave when she remembered to cast a resilience spell on the baby. Good food had to fresh, so an early death wouldn’t do.
She didn’t bother to clean herself this time, simply walking outside, where a sizable force was awaiting her, led, luck would have it, by Big Macintosh. She dropped all her enchantments, and got ready for battle. The fun was just starting.
Author's Note
This is just an experiment on writing gore. Don't take it too seriously. To be updated when inspiration hits me.
