For you... Mother

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(This chapter contains implied foalcon)

“What… the hell… did you just say?!!! Pardon my sudden use of foul language, but did you just say that somepony murdered Twilight and my Spikey-Wikey?!”

“And Applejack and her siblings too I’m afraid; the mayor thought that you should be informed of this sudden tragedy.”

Rarity came back from a gem hunt in the mountains nearby Ponyville only to run into a random police pony named Pistol who told her of the unfortunate events that happened here in town. She felt completely heart broken and pissed-off at the same time hearing that some of her main friends were murdered.

“Who in their uncouth mind would ever do such a thing?! I oughta find the perpetrator and beat their pony ass myself!”

“We don’t know who it may be other than possibly another pony,” said the police pony, “but we believe it’s linked to the execution of Derpy Hooves 2 years ago; the murderer is probably targeting all of those who officially attended it, which is almost everypony.”

“Well that’s just dandy,” said Rarity feeling annoyed, “I thought I was never going to think about that dumb retard of a mare ever again. Oh well, if that killer comes after me, at least I have some fresh ammunition to use. They were for my newest clothing line but oh well, they’re suddenly no longer important.”

“Do you wish for me to escort you back to your house? We been ordered by the Mayor to guard and protect as many ponies we can and evacuate if need be.”

“Well I’m not leaving, I’m not cowering away from this; not after what whoever this killer is has done. And besides, Sweetie Belle is there too; the poor darling is going to tear her mane out when she hears what happened to her earth pony friend.”

“Lead the way, mam; I’ll follow.”

Rarity led the police pony to her place all while wearing an expression anger from the tragedy that befell her friends.

“Here we are, my magnificent… Bou… tique?”

As she opened the door, she saw that her shop was in shambles; model racks broken, outfits torn and many materials scattered all over the floor.

“That is... just wonderful.”

“Do you know this means?” Pistol said.

“Of course," said Rarity, "it must be Sweetie Belle again. You have no idea what that little filly goes through just to try and gain a cutiemark with her friends; it’s simply barbaric.”

“Actually, I was referring to maybe the killer doing all of this.”

“What, don’t be silly,” Rarity nervously chuckled, “from the sound of it, the killer is out to kill ponies, not wonderful attire that takes many precious hours to do. If that’s true then Sweetie Belle would be…” Just then, a terrible conclusion just came into her head, “Oh no, Sweetie Belle!”

Rarity started to rush around in her boutique, pushing things over and moving them with her magic in hoping to find her sister somewhere in the mess… alive that is.

“Sweetie Belle! Where are you, Sweetie Belle?! Please be alive when I find you! If you can hear me, scream out to me!”

Suddenly, Pistol pointed her attention to the door that led downstairs, "Perhaps we should check your downstairs level."

“Of course!”

They both cautiously went downstairs checking all of their surroundings. However they couldn't find anything that seemed suspicious.

“Where could she be?" wondered Rarity, "She wouldn’t just leave out of here without my consent, would she?”

Just then, they heard some rummaging sounds coming from Rarity's storage basement room.

“That sounds suspicious.”

Rarity burst into her room seeing what she could find; but what she did find was a single chair at the opposite end of the room, and sitting in the chair was her little sister.

“Sweetie Belle!!!”

She rushed over to her feeling relieved that she was still alive, “Don’t worry, I’m here now; everything will be okay.” But something was wrong; as she held Sweetie's face close to er, she noticed that she wasn't responding to her. Rarity held her up and noticed that her eyes were blank and unresponsive; like she was zombified.

"Um... Sweetie Belle? Sweetie Belle, what is wrong with You?!"

Pistol took a good look at Sweetie and realized, "It seems that she's in some kind of trance; she can't hear us."

Suddenly, the door behind them slammed shut and surprised them; and when Pistol went over to try and open it... it wouldn't budge, "Well... obviously, this was a trap."

Knowing who was probably behind this, Rarity got close to her sister and shouted, "Show yourself, coward!"

"You dare call me a coward?" a chilling voice said nearby. Suddenly coming from behind some empty boxes was the one responsible for all the recent carnage, "Why don't you say that to my face."

Pistol looked at the dingy filly in horror upon seeing who it was, "It's... i-i-i-it's you; y-y-y-you're... Derpy's daughter!"

"Dinky?!" said Rarity in shock, "That little foal did everything that has happened here today?!"

"Surprised; I can't blame you. After all, you all thought I was dead, am I right?"

Pistol stood on the offensive in front of Dinky slightly shaking in her sinister presence, "St-st-stay right where you are! The M-M-Mayor has given us orders to capture you... d-d-dead or alive."

Dinky looked at the shaking police pony feeling slightly annoyed of his comment, "Yeah, well the Mayor can kiss my furry foal ass."

Pistol suddenly charged at Dinky head-on, but Dinky easily launched him over her with her magic. But as he did, he quickly whipped out some kind of chain attachment and clamped it around Dinky's horn. Dinky tried to to use magic again, but the ring attachment denied her from using it.

"Not so tough without your magic, aren't you?" said Pistol smirking.

Dinky tried a couple more times but t still proved to be no use. She chuckled and smiled at the proud pony, "Wow, how clever of you to use a powerful magic-sealing ring such as this to cut off my power."

"I guess we were lucky to still have some of these in stock."

But Dinky had already planned for such a situation, "Unfortunately for you, I have a little secret help." She then suddenly turned around to where Rarity's sister was and commanded, "Oh Sweetie Belle, do be a dear and... help me out."

Suddenly, Pistol and Rarity heard Sweetie lightly moaned and watched in shock as she got up from the chair and got up on all fours. She looked up wearing a lifeless expression.

"What the... S-S-S-Sweetie Belle?" said Raraity concernedly.

Sweetie's horn suddenly glowed very bright, and with one shot destroyed the ring that concealed Dinky's magic.

"No!" shouted Pistol.

"Sweetie," shouted Rarity, "What are you doing?! Why are you taking orders from this... freakish murderer?!"

Sweetie didn't respond and stayed right where she was. Dinky shook herself off and grinned at the police pony who was suddenly shaking again and rapidly sweating, "You don't happen to have anymore of those those magic seal thingies, do you?"

Pistol tried to stay cool, but he knew that weapon was his only chance of capturing her. In panic, he quickly whipped out a gun and began firing at Dinky; but Dinky halted every single bullet that came her way. Pistol suddenly knew his mistake and he froze from fear; something that he had a slight problem with.

"Didn't think so."

In a blink second, Dinky sent the bullets back in the opposite direction, and unfortunately Pistol wasn't quick enough to dodge. Rarity watched in horror as Pistol was bombarded by his own bullet shots. His eyes blanked out, and his body fell lifelessly on the ground with his blood running out of his open wounds.

"O-o-oh... my... no..." said Rarity grieving for the pony that was protecting her.

"Good job, Sweetie," said Dinky as she went over to the white filly and stroked her mane, "I guess now I owe you a little.. favor."

Rarity glared back at Dinky who she saw caressing the backside of her young sister while she just stood there with a blank face; not caring what was happening around her.

"You monstrous freak," Rarity growled, "what have you done to my little sister?!"

Dinky held Sweetie close to her while giving Rarity a mischievous grin, "Sweetie is with me now, bitch. I was going to kill her like I did to Apple Bloom, but... who would want to murder this face?" She then proceeded to give Sweetie a little lick on her cheek, "We even had a little... fun before you and your not so strong protector got here. Did you know that she had some mad skills with her tongue?"

"Get your filthy, messy, uncouth hooves... off my sister!"

Rarity suddenly pulled out dozens of the pure gems from her bag with her magic and aimed them carefully at Dinky.

"You really don't want to do that," said Dinky nonchalantly.

"Oh trust me, darling, I really do want to do this. You're the one who killed most of my best friends. How were you able to get rid of Twilight and Spike so easily anyway; you're just a filly born from a stupid mare!"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know. It's true that if I had gotten into a one on one fight with Twilight, she would've had more of an advantage. That's why I baited her by killing her loyal assistant." Dinky's horn suddenly gave off a powerful glow that took Rarity by surprise, "Sure, penetrating Spike's tough dragon hide isn't easy, but my newly attained power was strong enough to do the job; he was too weak anyway."

Rarity continued glaring intensely at the psycho filly; angered of hearing her talk trash about Spike.

"Once that eggheaded unicorn heard his screams, she foolishly ran to his aid and into my trap. It proved her no good though since her assistant was going to die anyway." Dinky began showing a little more of a insane tone in her voice as she kept on ranting, "And once I was in position, I swooped down and sliced her horn clean off her head; and without that, she had no means to defend herself at all. It was so... satisfying."

"You... y-y-you did what?!"shouted Raarity in horror.

"Oh yeah, it was that easy; to think that somepony like Twilight was such a fall-pony."

Dinky suddenly fixated her stare at Rarity as she slowly lurked towards her, and Rarity was backing away from her with each step she made and kept firing her jewels at her; but none touched Dinky as each one kept shattering before they reached her, "You... and all of Ponyville have no idea of what has happened to me. In that forest, I've learned things no foal my age would be able to do. It's like the forest itself took me as it's own; it felt my rage, my anger, and my pain, the pain that... this entire town... bestowed upon me."

"You mean the execution of your retarded mother?!" Rarity exclaimed, "D-d-don't be absurd; she deserved everything she got, especially what she got from me!"

Dinky suddenly got enraged again and picked up Rarity with her magic and slammed her against her mannequins and and sowing supplies, "My Mother... is not...RETARDED!!!"

At some point upon one of her landings, Rarity felt some of her sewing pins puncture into her skin and blood was trickling out. The pain was too much for her as she let out a high pitched scream; but because they were at basement level, no one could hear her. How unfortunate for the white mare.

Dinky was approaching Rarity again; enjoying the sight of her crying in her own agony, "You and you're so called friends have degraded my mother's soul, and now... its my job to redeem her. I've killed Twilight, I've killed your horny dragon, I've killed your southern pal and her family, and now... I'm planning to kill you, and the rest of the wretched elements are next. I must eradicate everything here that has harmed my Mommy!"

Rarity couldn't believe how far into darkness that this filly had gotten; she was starting to scare her. She then tried to reach for her bag on the floor that housed more of her found gems, But Dinky ignited them all to explode, and now she didn't know how else she could defend herself.

"Y-y-you're insane; everything you're doing and have done is insane!"

Dinky then laughed psychotically and stepped over to the side, "Oh no, I haven't done anything insane yet."

Rarity then saw her Sister still under Dinky's trance walk up beside the dark filly and stared nonchalantly at her, "Sw-w-weetie Belle"

"Oh, Sweetie Belle?" said Dinky to the hypnotized filly, "your sister has been a bad pony. Care to... punish her for me?"

"You must be off your rocker if you think Sweetie is going to lift a hoof against me;" Rarity protested, "and neither will I harm her. We care too much for each other!"

"I know you do," said Dinky.

Then in a split second, Sweetie Belle charged at her sister and rammed her lengthened horn into her backside. More blood was trickling down Rarity's beautiful white coat as she looked in horror at her younger sister, "Ahhhh; Sweetie, wh-wh-what are you doing?!"

Then Rarity received a strong hind leg buck from Sweetie right across the face that sent her tumbling on the ground.

"Unfortunately for you, Rarity... she no longer cares about you."

Rarity looked up and saw Sweetie Belle looking down on her with an expressionless face, "S-S-Sweetie, please stop this! That filly is controlling you; you must fight it! I don't want to hurt you, and... y-y-you don't want to hurt me... right?"

Strengthened by Dinky's magic, Sweetie lifted Rarity in front of her and suddenly spoke in a gloomy tone, "Sorry, Rarity, you hurt Dinky really badly; and all who hurts Dinky... must die."

Suddenly, Rarity felt a hard tugging sensation on her horn, like it was being pulled off. Rarity knew that horns can't come off, but the tugging kept getting harder and harder, and the harsh pain she felt was getting worse and worse. Dinky then smiled as she heard Rarity scream in agonizing pain as Sweetie ripped Rarity's horn right off her head. It snapped off and blood ran down Rarity's face as it poured out of her head wound.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" screamed as she flailed around on the ground in pain, "The pain, it hurts; sweet Celestia, it hurts! You... psychotic filly, you're g-g-gonna pay for forcing my l-little sister to do s-s-such a thing to me!"

"Yeah, I highly doubt that," said Dinky, "Good job, Sweetie, you're such a helpful slave." Then she gave her a little tongue kiss, enjoying the sweet sensation of Sweetie's lips.

"Y-y-you barbaric m-m-monster, "grumbled Rarity.

"Says the mare that helped to mercilessly rape my mother to death," said DInky as she looked back down at the injured mare, "Which reminds me..." Suddenly, Dinky pulled out a stallion-sized dildo that she created and it was made of iron... and Dinky had kept it hot, scalding hot. "I've saved this special toy just for you. I saw how much you enjoyed causing my Mommy pain while you F@#ked her. So... I think its time that I return the favor and give you a nice pounding."

Even in her shattered state, Rarity tried to get away; but like all of Dinky's prey, she was caught by her magic and couldn't do anything to stop her torturer.

"Please don't," Rarity pleaded, "I beg of you! You have no idea what this will do to my reputation!"

As Sweetie held her sister in place on her back and her legs spread apart, Dinky came up to her with a devilish scowl holding up her instrument of torture, "By the time I'm done with you, you won't have a reputation to worry about. And besides, every time I hear one of my victim plead for mercy, I keep thinking of how my Mother did the same thing. But none of you did that, did you? Heh, oh what the hell am I talking about, of course you didn't, because she's dead! So what makes you think I'm going to show you any mercy?"

Rarity struggled with all of her might, the magical hold on her was too strong. Dinky smiled as she pressed the steel dildo against Rarity's private lips. Just the slight touch of it was causing her pain and was actually melting her outer lips; she could feel the searing heat burn her opening as if it was on fire. But to Rarity's dismay, Dinky immediately slid the burning iron dildo into her... very slowly.

Dinky was now enjoying on how Rarity's grinding screams sounded; it sounded more painful than what her Mother went through with her. As the dildo was pushed in, Rarity could feel the inside of once beautiful vaginal flower burning up. It was like there was an inferno flaring up inside her body and spreading all over. Her eyes filled to the brim with tears and her dramatic screaming was set all around them echoing off walls; but none escaped their confined area. Finally, the dildo was all the way in, but Dinky made sure that it didn't lose any of its scorching heat. She let it stay there for a little bit to let it do its work, to cause Rarity unbearable pain; just as she wanted.

"What's the matter, drama queen," said Dinky with a smug smile, "can't take the heat? Can't take a rough f#!king from my toy? I bet your insides are melting into bloody goo even as we speak."

Sure enough, blood was pouring out from her vagina; the searing heat from the iron dildo was burning her flesh inside and melting into inner canals. Rarity couldn't take it; the burning pain was too much. She was on fire and not an ounce of of pleasure was ignited in her system.

"G-g-g-get this... th-thing out of m-m-me now."

"I really don't want to; it's too much fun watching you scream and wail in agony. Bet you wish you and your friends had executed me along with my Mom now; don't ya, old slut?"

Rarity groaned in pain as she said, "Y-y-you've turned into s-s-such a c-c-cruel b-bitch."

"Takes one to know one," Dinky responded smartly, "No pony gave my Mother a chance to defend herself; and knowing that you all planned for my death... makes me feel even crueler."

Dinky suddenly pushed the scorching dildo up even farther into her body than it should have; but because of it's scorching temperature, it literally melted anything that it pressed against. Rarity once again howled in unbearable pain feeling the hot tool melting her internal flesh and organs; she wanted it all to just end.

Sweetie was still looking at the scene still emotionless in her eyes. Sweetie no longer was Rarity's sister who loved her so much, she was now Dinky's slave willing to do anything she wishes.

"You can let her go now, Sweetie," Dinky commanded the tranced filly.

Sweetie ended her magic and Rarity's body was free. But it didn't matter seeing that her body was too critically injured for her to move... or barely breathe.

As Dinky finally slid the hot dildo out of Rarity's body, the white mare made a slight sigh of relief, but with the state the inside of her body was in, she almost felt like she could die, "Oh s-s-s-sweet Celestia, just p-p-please take me now."

"Don't worry," said Dinky with a creepy smile, "we're getting to that. But first, I have a little surprise."

Rarity looked up and her little sister float over some of her sewing thread and needles over to her side; and for a split second, she saw a creepy smirk flash upon her face.

"Sw-w-weetie Belle, what are you d-d-doing?!" she said in a dry tone, "S-s-stop this right n-now?"

"The little sister you knew no longer exist," Dinky responded, "She may have helped out at my Mom's execution, but... secretly... I love her too much. So instead of killing her like she so much deserves, I decided that she'll be my personal mind slave until my dying day."

"A s-s-slave?!" Rarity tried to get up again to do something, "I w-w-won't... l-let you..." But just the slightest movement that she made caused her unforgiving pain and suffering to go with it and she fell back on the ground.

"She doesn't deserve freedom, but I'll still give her my grateful gratitude, and her life. But for you... heh, well that's another matter."

Rarity couldn't believe what was happening; she had planned to find the murderer of her friends and get revenge, but now here she was about to be killed as well. And the fact that Dinky had taking away the sister that she once loved, she knew that her life was officially over.

"Just... go on and kill me already," she growled hoarsely, "I can't stand to look at you anymore."

"The feeling is mutual, Miss Rarity; believe me." Dinky suddenly grabbed some of the sewing thread and a needle and looked down at the dying mare showing her an eerie smile, "But before I kill you... I'm going to help celebrate your death... by making you one last masterpiece."

Rarity didn't like the sound of that; this was her final hour in her lifetime.

Some moments later...

"Sweetie Belle! Sweetie Belle, are you here?!"

The third member of the C.M.C, Scootaloo was at Rarity's place looking for her friend, Sweetie Belle. She heard of the unfortunate news of what happened to Apple Bloom and came to tell her the bad news. However, it sounded like no one was home. Luckily, the door was unlocked and Scootaloo let herself in. She was being careful of what could happen in there, especially when she saw what state the inside of the building looked like.

Her search eventually led her to the stairway that led to the basement room level.

"Are you down here?!" she curiously called out. But as she went down, she had to cover her snout for a minute from something that she accidentally sniffed, "Whoa, what's that horrible stench?!"

When she finally got to the basement room, she slowly creaked the door open to see if anyone was there. "Sw-w-w-weetie Belle?" But she got a horrible surprise when she suddenly saw the dead corpse of the police pony, Pistol lying nearby. "Ahh, wh-wh-what's going on?!"

She still couldn't find Sweetie Belle any where, but what she saw next would scar her for good. It was Sweetie's older sister, Rarity; her body was laid out on the ground completely still. But it was only when she got closer that she noticed that she was dead too. The blood stains all over her corpse, her broken horn and the gory mess that was pouring out of her ruined vagina and was now a dried mess; she almost wanted to throw up. But worst of all, she saw sewed into her stomach in colorful thread was a message that read...

'All of Ponyville must die!'

Scootaloo always swore to herself that she would never scream like a high-pitched little girl in her life, but at that grim dark moment... she did.