Dry Rain

Chapter 10: Wings of Fate

There was no hesitation, that night; the whole town had explosive powder in barrels placed in areas that would set on fire easily. The perimeter of the town was then coated in a ring of highly flammable liquid. Fluttershy then flew up to what was left of Cloudsdale, and created bombs out of machine pieces filled with fluid and explosive powder. About four of them were made. She then dropped a torch on the flammable ring. All around Ponyville, there were ten foot high flames. Any house on the outskirts was burnt down. Some of the explosive barrels exploded, destroying more of Ponyville. She then quickly flew up to a cloud, and poured hot oil all over any pegasi trying to fly away. If the skin melting off of them didn’t kill them, the torches thrown at them would burn them to death. She then went to Cloudsdale, and dropped the bombs on Ponyville. They created fiery explosions when they hit the ground, as a fuse on them had been lit first. She then poured gallons of flammable liquid all over the town. The fire spread, and all the barrels exploded. Soon, all the structures and homes of Ponyville had been burnt down. The sound of explosions, hooves trotting in panic, and ponies screaming as their flesh was melted off and they burned to death was music to her ears.

She watched, soullessly for hours as all the ponies died. When there were no homes left, there were just skeletal and charred skin remains of everypony, every tree in Sweet Apple Acres was burnt down, everything was covered in soot, and there was nothing left to burn, that she got off of the cloud she had watched from, and went into the forest. Some of the trees on the edge of the forest were scorched, but the dark clouds in the sky indicated that the rain would prevent the fire to spreading to all of the forest. It was about to rain, and there were no pegasi to make a storm. While she was walking near one of the roots of a slightly scorched tree, the roots were weakened a little bit, and it snapped. This caused the tree to fall down on top of her. It did not land directly on her, but hit her in the side along her ribs, left wing, and injuring her hind and front legs on the left side. Her rib bones were cracked slightly, her wing was broken, and her two left legs had raw flesh showing, wooden slithers lodged in them, and there was some bone showing in her front left leg. She managed to get up, and limped for a little ways, leaving a trail of blood, until she fell to the ground. She then crawled for a little ways, but this opened up her wounds a little more. Her skin peeled a little bit, and it dragged on the ground, along with more blood. It started raining. She then just lay there, letting the rain wash away her blood and clean her wounds. They were filthy, and the dirt and pebbles stuck in there were stinging. The rain washed the dirt away, but the wounds were already starting to become infected. The bleeding slowed down a little.

It was then that creatures of the woodlands came to her. Birds came from above, squirrels, rats, rabbits, and field mice surrounded her. She did not know what to make of it. She loved animals, and animals loved her, but could they do anything o help. The birds then attacked her raw flesh, pecking at the bloody areas in her ribs, grabbing her flesh and pulling it off. Mice then go after her two legs that were open, and gouge at the bleeding areas, ripping open the skin around there. The birds start pecking at her broken wing, and pull out her feathers. They drill into the soft fractured part, and create large, gaping holes in the muscle tissue between her wing and back. Soft tissue is ripped through and torn out. The mice then create gouges in her legs large enough to burrow through. They begin digging through blood and muscle tissue around the knee and elbow areas, and crawl under her skin. Rabbits go after her vagina. They claw at it, and dig into it, ripping out chunks of flesh and bite and tear their way into it. One bites her clitoris until it is ripped off, and begins tunneling into that wound, pulling the wound wider, and eating its way through. Some rats then bite and scratch at one of her eyes. They tear into it, and begin tunneling through her eyeball.

The rain cleared up a little and the sun showed through. With her good eye, she could see a dim and off color, grayed out a little, quarter rainbow. This was the only natural rainbow see had ever seen in her life. It was not as pretty as the ones made in Cloudsdale, and it was not as big, colorful, or clear as those. It was as if it was cutting into the sky. The smaller birds were then burrowing into her side from the hole in her wing-back area, and the larger ones had drilled right to the cracked rib bones, and were pecking at them, breaking them more. Some were tunneling around them, digging deeper into her body. The rabbits had been completely inside her vaginal areas, widening the vagina, eating away at the soft tissue and pulling off skin, digging deeper and deeper. The one that was inside the hole that used to be her clitoris was tunneling its way up, ripping into her body. The mice had completely infested her legs, and were tunneling up in down them. The ones that went up were digging into her torso and pelvis, eating through the soft tissue and digging through the muscle, deeper inside of her. She could feel everything. The pain went on for an hour and a half, becoming worse and worse, until the rats had tunneled through her eye, and dug into her brain. She could feel them nibbling through her eye tunnel and out through her other eye tunnel, ripping through the back of her eye, and eating it out, and digging down her head, ripping through the soft tissue in her throat area and coming out of her mouth, and then digging through her brain, until so much of her brain was torn through that she lost all sense of her nervous system, and died in a matter of seconds after. All of these forest creatures had killed her. She was killed by the only things she loved in this cruel world. Maybe she saw a little bit of herself in these vermin.