My Friends Said Your Number Was Up!

     After several days of careful planning, the numbers were drawn. Rarity squealed in glee when she saw who was choseen first. "Yes! It's Blueblood. I can't wait to do absolutely anything to get rid of that insensitive douchebag." The rest of the crew helped write a letter, inviting Blueblood to stay in Ponyville for an important party with Celestia.

     As soon as the stallion arrived, via a golden chariot from Canterlot, his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Well I never. This place is the filthiest place I have ever visited. The whole town reeks of earth ponies! But if this is a party with auntie Celestia, I guess I'm obligated to come. Just dine around, talk to some ladies, maybe bed with one or two of them, but most importantly, be myself. The girls will be all over me anyway."

     Taking extra steps to not get his 3,000$ fabulous golden coat dirty, he rudely pushed other ponies in his way into mud puddles. He glanced around, trying to find the building he was looking for. "Okay...the invitation says to walk past the retarded looking sugar bakery, turn right next to that primitive library, and AHA! The ugly and unfashionable boutique!"

     After pestering a pegasus to open the door for him, Blueblood walked into a darkly lit room. His eyes narrowed as Princess Celestia wasn't in sight, or any party. "Uhh hello? Don't keep a prince waiting for too long."

     A white unicorn emerged from the shadows carrying a rather large frying pan in her magic. "Why hello darling... Long time no see. Would you like to stay with me?"

     "H-Hey! You're that annoying pony that ruined the Gala! I knew I should have thrown you and your friends in jail." Before Blueblood had the chance for his mind to register that his life was in mortal danger, the pan klonked him on the back of his head. He crumpled to the floor, still with a look of smugness on his face.

     "Girls! I've taken care of him. You can come out now." Rarity called to five other hidden ponies in the room. Pinkie Pie held out a potato sack. "Just put him in here."

     After trying several seconds to shove the too large of a body in the sack, Twilight thought of an idea. "Blueblood eats so much fancy food that he can't even fit into the sack, but I have an idea. I know a spell that can shrink stuff. Hope it works on live ponies." She pointed her horn to his chest, and slowly started channeling magic through it. Gradually the body started to get smaller. Twilight stopped when his sleeping body was the size of a filly. "I can't wait until he sees the basement. His bratty heart will probably die on the spot."

     After putting Blueblood in the bag, they started to travel to Sugarcube Corner. Even though Rarity extremely wanted revenge, she refused to carry out the plan in her house. Outside, the other friends also carried potato sacks, so to any normal pony, it looked like they were just shopping for groceries.

     By the time they reached the bakery, the spell wore off and the bag grew heavier. It just about split when they entered the basement. He was still sleeping so they dumped the body onto the table and tied the leather straps on all four of his hooves.

     "How do we know that he is still unconscious? He could just be fooling us all along." Pinkie said. She stuck a needle in his neck and immidiently started pumping it with adrenaline. Blueblood's eyes shot wide open and he began to scream in horror at the sight. (And not because his royal backside was touching a "common" metal table.) "Oh Somepony help me please! I never deserved this fate! I'm too fabulous to die."

     Pinkie put on her dress and twiddled a knife in her hoof. "You are already going to spend an eternity in Hell, so I might as well make it worth your while. Rarity, you can get your revenge. Don't kill him. I will finish him off."

     "Ohh! This is going to be so fun." She picked up a steak knife and admired it for a little. "You know, white is my favorite color. It's not because I'm that color obviously, but it shows stains easier. White also matches with a lot of colors. Blue, green...you name it. But my favorite combination is red with white. Now you can see why."

     The knife lowered down before resting at Blueblood's penis. Rarity tried creating the smallest nick in the middle, which resulted in a loud gasp from the victim. "Really? Wimp. Imagine now if I cut of the whole thing darling. Oh wait. I am!" The knife cut a large gash near the balls, very neatly. It almost seemed as if she was perfect for dismemberment, after all, she was a skilled seamstress.

     Blueblood howled in pain as another gash made his penis just hang by a couple of muscle stands. Blood ran down his legs as he let in deep heavy breaths. Rarity poked the fleshy member which let out a long sob from the stallion. "W-why me?"

     "Why? WHY? Because you, that's what! You were nothing like a gentlecolt. You humiliated me, ruined my best dress, and used me as a shield for some apple cake! I'm still washing cake crumbs out of my mane. I thought you were a beautiful suitor, one who would marry me. You would treat me as a lady, and we would have many beautiful foals together. You don't deserve to sleep with another mare again." Rarity's horn glowed, encasing his ruined member in her magic, holding still, Blueblood was about to ask when she would stop tourtering him with this wait when she ripped the penis off of him. Blood squirted everywhere, turning Rarity's white fur red. She tasted the blood on her hoof before gagging. "I thought revenge tasted good, but this is disgusting. Your filthy royal blood spoils the taste. I bet Pinkie's cupcakes won't taste so good with you in it." She threw the member into a corner where it created a large red stain.

     Blueblood tried to pick up a scalpel to cut Rarity or at least the leather straps, but years of never using his horn proved useless. Rarity noticed his attempts and just chuckled. "I knew you always were proud in your horn. I already took away your manhood, but now I'm going to take away what makes you a unicorn."

     Blueblood tried harder, but only succeded in creating a few blue sparks. She grabbed a bone saw and tapped his horn a couple of times. (Man, she loved being dramatic.) He almost enjoyed the feeling, but the throbbing emptiness and pain distracted him.

     "AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" The bone saw went through the horn effortlessly. More blood dribbled down the stump, getting into his eyes where he couldn't reach. The horn then flew from on the floor into his asshole. (Again, Blueblood wished he could enjoy this.) Rarity enjoyed watching the whimpering mess before turning to face Pinkie Pie. "I'm done darling. Do what you wish to him."

     The hornless stallion (in both ways) was starting to feel faint from the blood loss. Before he nodded off, another needle was stuck into his neck. He cried some more saying that the new adrenaline forced him awake. "Don't fall asleep on me yet! We still have more fun to do. But first, let me remove that nasty old cutie mark of yours."

     He tried using his blond tail to cover his cutie mark, an eight sided compass rose, but Pinkie's hoof swatted it away. In the blink of an eye, a blade was imbedded in his left side. She gripped the handle and pulled it down, causing a long tear in his hind leg. "See? That wasn't so bad! Uh...Bluey?" Blueblood didn't respond anymore, just blood dripping from his mouth. The earth pony tried injecting more adrenaline, but he didn't wake up. She checked his pulse; too late, he had already died of blood loss.

     "Awwww...that stinks. He didn't see me gut him yet. His body wasn't build for it I guess. I expected more resistance than that. Oh well, might as well finish my job." She used her teeth to tear of the remaining cutie mark before slicing open the belly. It just wasn't fun like this. She wanted to hear the screams and begs of her victims.

     Once all the organs were deposited in a tray, Applejack helped dumped the body in a bag. (Rarity deemed none of the remaining body parts suitable for anything, except food for the dogs.) Making sure that nopony was looking, the farmer carried the bag into Whitetail Woods and carefully unwrapped it.

     Gagging slightly at the stench, Applejack brought out a match. Placing stones carefully around, she lit the match on a dry set of leaves. Once the match was perfectly lit, the body was consumed immidiently. The body slowly decinterated, leaving only a large pile of ashes. Applejack managed to carry all of the ashes to a stream, when she heard crying. That sounded like...Applebloom?

     A bruised Applebloom was crying at the stream, occasionally stopping only to splash the water in frustration. "Applebloom?" the yellow filly looked up. "What's wrong little sis?"

     "It's those jerks Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon again! Their bullying at me for being a blank flank get's worse everyday. Today they beat me up! Ah' wish something bad really happened to them." Applebloom shoved her hooves in mouth. "Wait! ah' didn't mean it like that! Ah' just slipped, ah' promise. Please don't be mad at me!"

     Applejack wrapped her hoof around her sister and brought her close. "It's okay. Sometimes ponies have bad feelings in them. Ya' are allowed to talk to somepony if ya' want."

     Applebloom returned the hug. "Thanks big sis. Glad ah' talked to you." The farmer was ignoring her at the moment. Right now, she had a great idea. 'Ah' wonder if Pinkie has room for two more on her list.'