The white stallion takes his first step back out of the alley. In the blink of an eye a yellow blur streaks through the air, like a bullet and barrels into him. It slams the stallion into the ground. Then the creature reveals itself to be a yellow pegasus with a pink mane and, ‘Fangs?’ The white stallion wonders in the half second of sanity remaining, before the yellow disguised creature bites the back of his neck and drags him back into the alley, scrubbing in mud from underneath and delivering pain from above. It lifts him by the scruff before turning around and tossing him further into the alley, slamming him into one of the walls with a meaty thud.

The white stallion barely feels his royal white rump hit the ground, as he worries instead about trying to gather the breath he lost from the impact with the solid wall. Wheezing in a labored breath he finally decides to look up and sees his attacker. His eyes widen as they focus onto a yellow pegasus mare with a bubblegum pink mane and tail, and a cutie mark resembling three butterflies. “Bu-but I just... You! H-how can you still be alive?” He nervously bumbles, trying to raise to a standing position upon his shaky hooves. He succeeds in falling back to the ground as his front hooves slip from underneath him, causing him to slam his nose into the cobblestone below.

“Pitiful,” the yellow pegasus simply states. “Where’s that cruel bravery you had just a few moments ago? What was that phrase now, ‘cleansing the filth’?” The pegasus slowly starts walking towards the cowering stallion, her exhales slowly becoming deeper and slower, her lips pull back revealing sharp black fangs between as she smiles cruelly. “You know? I was going to let you live. But I think I’ll return the favor, you seem to enjoy giving this sort of treatment.” She speaks ponderously, finishing as she stops before the shivering wreck of a stallion.

“P-please, I’m sorry. Let me go, I can give you anything you want. Just please, l-let me live,” the stallion croaks miserably.

The head of the canary yellow pegasus lowers next to his ear, she quietly answers with a single breath. “No.”

The stallion ceases shivering as his horn glows blue,”Too bad.” He says as the same aura glows around the knife he discarded next to the dumpster before it comes hurtling towards the mare standing above him. He smiles in sadistic glee as the knife reaches her. It doesn’t last long as his lips curl downwards in pain, he looks down noticing the same knife with only the hilt sticking out above his beloved stallionhood. “HHHHHHHu, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” He screams as the mare’s form disperses into a magical cloud of dust, and she fades into view several paces behind the fading mist, a faint light appearing above her head and a field of green energy appears around the alley, just as the stallion began to scream, cutting off all sound to the outside.

The vicious pegasus crouches down then leaps forward with lightning speed, her mouth chomps down upon the pegasus’s throat, cutting off his air supply and silencing his cries. She twitches, then pulls her head upwards, her serrated black teeth tearing into the soft flesh of her prey with ease, as she chomps down even harder, ripping out the stallions throat. She watches the pure white stallion gurgle and drown in his own life essence, the crimson fluid beginning to puddle underneath him from both his own stab wound and his torn throat, staining his unblemished coat red, the agony in his eyes begins to dull as he starts to lose consciousness.

The green light above the pegasus’s head begins to glow again before sending a green bolt of energy striking through the stallion, forcing him back to consciousness. His eyes widen in pain, his mouth opening wide once more in a silent scream as he gurgles on his own blood. The yellow pegasus then walks over to his back legs, the green light from above her head enveloping the rusted blade cushioned gently within his blessed belly. With a single jerk the knife rips its way out of the stallion’s core, a few cords of pink entrails following afterwards, bleeding a brownish substance onto the ground before him, while the rest of his body jerks from the assault upon his nerves.

The young pegasus holds the knife before her eyes. She glances at its rusted surface and recently sharpened blade, before tossing it to the side and placing one yellow hoof on the white stallions nearest back leg, just above the calcaneus. She sets her face straight as she lifts her hoof. One second, two, three, time passes slowly as her hoof reaches the apex of its rise, and with a strike faster than lightning, and a loud echoing snap. She slams the sole of her hoof through the white stallion’s left back leg, forcing the stallion to jerk again, his mouth opening wide once more with rivers of tears flowing out of his eyes, then a green glow forms around his lower jaw. Before he can even react, she shoves the broken off leg hoof first through his mouth, then slams it shut on the solid appendage, his glazed eyes focussing on the ripped portion before him, fresh crimson life juice dripping out every few seconds.

With a smirk the green glow above the pegasus’s forehead fades to nothingness, her spells deactivate, allowing the stallion to finally lose consciousness, and the sound barrier to fade. The canary yellow pegasus steps away from the body and the puddles of blood. After reaching the edge of the alley, she looks over her hooves, noting several splashes of blood upon her coat. She smirks before the light appears above her head once more and with a loud whooshing sound a green fire spreads from her hooves to her head, leaving her coat once more pristine and without fault.

She steps out into the open area of Ponyville proper once more, a bright smile radiating off of her face. “I’m coming Mr.Bat, now where are you.”

A few hours later, the stallion’s corpse suffered several more injuries including having its stallionhood cut off, and all three of its remaining legs dislocated and or broken in several places, with a knife sticking through both eyes, the orbs themselves popped out of their sockets, one dangling over the nose while the other lay on the road. His body also had its horn broken off and shoved up its own hind quarters.

Author's Note

A/N: Fluttershy play's nice.

also Thank you Firedon for the edits.