Vinyl Scratch - Napalm Nanokiller

Chapter 4

Necrofantasia

"Medick..." Vinyl said, poking the object before her. "Where the hell did you..."

"It's amazing, right?" Medick said, holding the giant object. "It took some effort to obtain."

Vinyl stroked the length of the large green tube before her with her hoof. "Ooh...it's so warm."

"Aw yeah..." Medick said. "See that? Pure magic baby!"

Vinyl licked the object again and shuddered. "It tastes like blood!"

Medick smirked. "That would be the last poor bastard who got fucked by this thing."

Vinyl picked up the weapon. "How'd you get a rocket launcher?!"

Medick chuckled. "Broke into a military base."

"Do you own anything that wasn't stolen from the Royal Guard?"

"I can't recall...Wait, I think I own a TV that belonged to somepony in the Navy. He cheated on me so I cut his penis off and beat him to death with it." Medick said, fondly regarding her memory.

"That's deep." Vinyl joked.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Medick said. "I need to show you something..."

Vinyl braced for what horror Medick was about to unleash. It could've been a mutant, or the King in Yellow, or a shotgun that fired concentrated war crimes...or even a frilly maid uniform.

"I was thinking about my 'big dick' metaphor..." Medick said. She lowered her labcoat, locking eyes with Vinyl, who was in the middle of horrible thoughts of herself in a maid uniform. Biting her lip, she revealed the surprise.

"I knew it." Vinyl said, snapping out of her demonic daydream and pointing at Medick. "I knew you had a fucking dick!"

"It's great, isn't it!?" Medick said, a wild smile plastered on her face, her penis hanging limply between her legs.

"I'm not sure whether to run or be sick." Vinyl said, swallowing a lump of vomit back down.

"Well, Vinyl." Medick said. Vinyl immediately went on guard. Medick using her proper name only meant extremely terrible news. "You know me as a mare of science, dedicated to furthering ponykind's evolution through nanotech and other shit that other scientists did the work for."

"Where the fuck are you going with this!?" Vinyl said, now aiming the rocket launcher at Medick.

"Scientific method, Vinyl!" Medick said. "I have a new discovery, in this case, my new penis...and it must be peer tested."

"Seriously? With you? Of all ponies?" Vinyl said, dropping the rocket launcher in disbelief.

"Come on, Vinyl..." Medick said, lightly stroking the other mare's cheek. "I'm a keeper."

"Medick!" Vinyl snapped. "You think I'd get over Doomlift that soon?"

"Forget about Doomlift!" Medick shouted. "He's dead! I'm all you have now!"

"Wrong." Vinyl said, pushing her face into Medick's and grabbing her by the throat. "Now that I know how to keep living, I can just kill you and sleep tonight like a fucking baby."

Medick panicked. Her personal hitpony had turned on her. She needed to think of something...and fast.

"I wouldn't do that." Medick said, trying to hide the fear for her life. "I linked our nanofields."

"You're bluffing."

"I'm not. I die, and you die." Medick said, looking at Vinyl desperately. "Please...don't kill yourself."

"Fine." Vinyl said, throwing Medick to the floor. "But if you fuck me over, then I won't care. Remember that, Medick."

Medick dusted herself off. "My name is Surgical Strike. I'd let the nickname slip because I thought you were retarded."

"You thought wrong, Surge." Vinyl replied.

"Heh. I like that name." Strike said. "One last thing, Vinnie."

"What?"

"Agony Sign: Code Blue!" Strike shouted, before her horn fired a large amount of magic rounds straight into Vinyl's chest.

Vinyl struggled to find her voice as she collapsed to the ground, her left foreleg radiating most of the pain. Her chest exploded in agony as she looked up at Strike, now laughing at Vinyl's predicament. Strike leaned in close to the stricken Vinyl.

"Now listen to me, little filly...Every time you fuck with me, you're gonna suffer a myocardial infarction. Do you know what that is?"

Vinyl didn't reply, her left hoof over her chest, her face slick with sweat and contorted in pure torment.

"That's a heart attack you're currently experiencing. If I helped you now, you could live...but if I don't, your chances of survival are slim. That pain in your chest is angina pectoris, caused by ischemia. It is being caused by the lack of oxygen and blood in that area." Surgical Strike explained, calmly watching Vinyl writhe on the ground.

"You...bitch!" Vinyl spat, feeling light-headed from the pain.

"Do you want me to help you, Ms. Scratch?" Strike said, examining her hoof in a gesture of apathy.

Vinyl couldn't bear the suffering any more. "Yes! Please...please help me..." Vinyl sobbed.

"Okay then. First promise that you will never raise a hoof to me again."

"I..."

"I what, Scratch?"

"I promise..." Vinyl said, her vision fading.

"I don't believe you." Strike replied, staring at Vinyl.

"I promise! I swear on the Goddess that..." Vinyl gulped. "I promise..."

"Okay. But only because I'm nice." Strike said, her horn glowing. "Revival: End Torments."

Vinyl felt the pain wash away from her and her vision returned to normal. Spluttering for breath, she broke eye contact with Surgical Strike.

"You want to hear something funny?" Strike said, leaning down next to Vinyl. "You weren't having a heart attack. I just simulated one. I'm surprised you didn't die of shock."

"Surge...I fucking hate you."

"I love you too, Vinnie." Strike looked up. "The troops should be here by now...but I've had my fun. You may rest for tonight."

Vinyl watched as Strike left the basement and she promised herself that Strike will pay for this incident.

"Surgical Strike...I am going to kill you." Vinyl said. "You don't deserve life."