Author's Note

Pre-Warning: This chapter contains evil things. No, really, I'm not kidding this time. This chapter is seriously fucked up. It will in no way hinder you to skip this chapter as you probably know what's going to happen already.
I wanted to do this... I'm not sorry...

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... Well?
... So... that's the fetish you were talking about...?
Hehehe, yeah... I almost had to stop and calm myself down with some porn three times while I was writing this.
Really? Dude, that's... I think you should see somebody about this.
Eh. I'm into so many things that normal people shouldn't be I could make the cover of a medical magazine. I don't want the attention.
... Well... I'm glad you put that warning there...
Hehehehehe, yeah. It would have been funny if I said this chapter was nice and peaceful though.
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What? Don't you fucking look at me like that!

Lovely...

"Get away from me!"

"Come back, little pony.~ I just want to play.~"

"No! Go away!"

"You're going to enjoy this, I swear..."

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"

Dash bolted through the kitchen doorway, nearly knocking over the table as she did so. She really was quite scared. "Get away from me! Leave me alone!"

I laughed maniacally as I gave chase, swinging the machete back and forth, just short of her tail. I really was having fun. "Aw, don't run Dash. If you let it happen it'll be over so much slower."

She screamed louder and led me in circles around the library. Since there was nowhere to actually go besides the kitchen, the basement, and Twilight's bedroom, it was all she could do. It actually reminded me of one of those cool old timey movies. The ones without sound, and everybody has to overact to get their points across to the audience.

I laughed to myself, humming the little tune of the movies as I chased her in circles.

"Stop chasing me!" she yelled at me.

I hummed the tune even louder.

"I said we can do it! Just stop and we can! I swear I won't be angry or anything!"

I started singing it out loud.

"Knock it off!"

I started screaming the notes as loud as I could.

She looked back at me. "You're insane!"

I laughed, much like an insane person would. "Pretty, pretty, let me be; the pony to let me see; what you guts appear to be; should you feed them all to me!" I increased my speed, just enough so that I was gaining on her microscopically. I changed my Playermodel to Santa Claus from the Slow NPC pack. It was easily the creepiest fucking thing I had in my game. "It's... dinner time!" I screamed.

Her pupils shank down to pinpricks, almost no color left besides white. "What are you?!"

I laughed again, coming ever closer to her in our circular chase. "HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS LITTLE FILLY! COME SIT ON SANTA'S LAP AND HE'LL GIVE YOU A NICE BIG SURPRISE! HO! HO! HO!"

She screamed again and poured on the speed, pulling farther away from me.

I chortled, my big jelly belly jiggling madly. "HO! HO! HO! NOT SO FAST YOUNG MARE! I HAVEN'T STUFFED YOUR STOCKING YET! HO! HO! HO!"

Something wet hit my face. I could only assume it was a tear.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" she screamed at me. She didn't realize how close I was to her.

I swung the machete, just barely taking off a few hairs on the tip of her tail. "HO! HO! HO! YOU'VE BEEN A NAUGHTY FILLY! IT'S TIME FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT! HO! HO! HO!"

She turned to see me only inches away from her.

I changed my Playermodel again, switching back into my normal bandit model. "You lied to me!" I growled. I grabbed her tail, all but halting her. "You lied to me," I said again, my face no doubt the picture of rage beneath my head wrap

She whimpered a little bit, trying to get away from me. "Let me go! Let go of me!"

I yanked her tail, pulling her back into my chest. "It's time you learn what happens to liars," I hissed, wrapping my machete-less arm around her midsection. "But I'll go easy on you. We'll do it in Edward's bed," I said, laughing to myself.

She struggled a lot while I carried her, kicking and squirming and even biting. But nothing she did loosened my grip on her. "Le' e' go!" she mumbled around my arm, which was currently between her teeth.

I walked up the stairs, smiling grimly to myself. "I'll let you go Dash. I'll let you go as soon as I'm done with you."

She kicked harder as we neared Twilight's room. Desperately trying to get away from me. "Let me go!" she screeched as she thrashed violently in my grip. "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"

I shrugged. "Okay."

She stopped thrashing for a second and looked at me hopefully. "Really?"

I chuckled evilly. "Nope!" I said, climbing the last step and approaching the bed.

She screamed. "Somepony! Help me! Help! Please, for the love of Celestia somepony help me!"

I stood over the bed, looking at her in amusement. "And here I was thinking you were tough," I snorted at her. "I guess you're just a little crybaby bitch after all."

She kicked me one last time, trying to get free.

I threw her on the bed harshly, not even giving her time to recover before I was grabbing her by the neck.

She looked at me in terror and rage, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "D- don't do this," she said quietly. "We can still go back to before. Like we were in the forest. Just let me go."

I tightened my grip on her neck. "That was before I knew you were a liar, Dash," I said calmly, sliding the flat of the rusty blade between her legs. "If you really want to go back to like it was before all of this, you'll take it like the mare you are." I leaned in closely, hovering just above her face. "Just let it happen."

She shook her head and tried to kick away the blade. "No! No, I won't! I c- can't! Jus- j- j... Please..."

I pulled my head wrap off, the glasses too. Smirking evilly, I leaned in and kissed her. I was quite pleased with myself when I got a little gasp from her. I didn't just kiss her though. I kissed her. Like, full blown snogging. Tongue-in-her-mouth-biting-her-lip-and-trying-to-swallow-her-teeth kind of kissing.

She enjoyed it, despite the threatening presence of the machete working at her mare parts. The flat of course, but still.

She kissed me back, smiling into it happily. At one point she even moaned a little when the machete pushed on her privates. She started to work her hips even, getting the flat of the blade to press into her every few seconds.

I pulled away from her, my breathing slightly heavy. "Y'know, I almost just want to fuck you normally now," I said with a small smile.

She gave me a saucy look, kicking her back legs towards me.

My smile turned sick and twisted, widening to the point of hurting me. "Almost," I repeated, twisting the machete so that it was angled to enter her. "Almost," I whispered.

Her eyes widened and he ears flattened against her head.

I pushed the machete into her, forcing it to go as far as it could up her passage. I felt an amazingly satisfying spike of cold go through my body when I heard her scream. Not just scream, but scream! Like the death of the world mixed with the sorrowful wails of a banshee! Like shattering souls and burning lives! Like rusty nails on a chalkboard and the cries of a dying animal! It was beautiful... It was art.

I felt tears fall from my eyes for some reason. It was strange. Strange because I wasn't sad. I was actually laughing so loudly that my throat was burning. I could feel the smile on my face tearing at the corners of my mouth. I was unbelievably happy in that moment. So how could I be crying?

I laughed much like I hear myself laugh in some of my worse nightmares as I fucked her with my machete. I laughed so hard that I was feeling pain. I couldn't even hear the screams over my laughter.

Over and over I thrust the blade as deep as it could go into her little cunny, watching as her blood flowed out like a river. Watching as her eyes go blank and roll up into her head. It made me feel like I was the king of the world.

Though... it wasn't enough.

I twisted the machete when it was as deep as it could go. I heard her scream that time. It was very loud. Laughing, I kept twisting it inside of her, getting more and more screams of agony.

I leaned down and kissed her harder than I ever did before. The feeling of her screams vibrating through my teeth was orgasmic.

I sped up my arm, twisting and thrusting at the same time. I would have laughed at the amount of blood pooling on Twilight's bed, but my mouth was busy with Dash's. My tongue danced with hers, entwining and releasing the other and sharing our tastes. I fucking loved Skittles.

I pulled away from her, letting the lines of saliva drip onto her neck and chest. If it was possible, I smiled even wider as I tightened my grip on her neck, squeezing until she stopped screaming. I could feel her heartbeat through my gloves, pounding furiously against my hand as her body tried to get blood to her brain.

I watched in amusement as she weakly tried to pull off my hand with her hooves. It was hilarious to see her struggling, knowing full well that it was hopeless. But that was one of the things I liked about her: she didn't give up.

"Keep trying Dash!" I cheered her. "Just a bit more of that and I'm sure I'll be forced to let go!"

I kissed her again, quickly getting her taste in my mouth once more. "You taste better when you're dying, did you know that?" I asked her cheerfully.

Her only response was to make more choking noises and try to stop my brutal onslaught on her cunt.

I laughed as I looked down to her ruined marehood. It was quiet the amazing sight. "Absolutely beautiful..."

I pulled the machete up, slicing through the flesh of her cunt and abdomen, freeing the blade from her body in the most spectacular was possible: through solid flesh, ripping everything below her rib cage open and exposing her intestines to me.

I chuckled as I listened to the gurgling sounds she was now making, the blood flowing from her mouth making breathing impossible if my hand alone didn't. Looking over her ruined and dying body, I came to a final decision about something that had been bothering me for a while now. "They're so beautiful when they're dead..." I whispered as I heard the gurgles and gasps stop.

I squeezed her neck until I heard the snap of her spine. Smiling from the sound, I leaned down and kissed her passionately. I was amazed at how sweet the mixture of saliva and blood was. So good, I was lapping up what I could and swishing it around my mouth to get the full flavor out of it. It felt so right. It tasted so good.

I got off of the body and examined it from across the room. It was like a piece of art, not quite understood, but being the most beautiful thing in existence. And I was the one that created it.

I heard a knocking at the door downstairs. It sounded urgent.

Walking down the stairs, I found that the door was caving inward slightly.

I reached the door and pulled it open, finding all six ponies plus the little tranny lizard boy. They looked like they just went through the worst haunted house in history. Or my mind, either works.

I smiled at them. What? "Hehehehehehehehe! Hi! hehehehe..."

Twilight looked me up and down, her eyes widening from the blood covering my front half and smeared on my face. "What happened?!" she gasped.

I raised an eyebrow at her. What do you mean? I was here with Dash. "Hehehe, I'm playing with Dashie! It's so much funny! Hehehehehaahahahaha!"

All of them pushed past me, looking around the library for Dash.

"Rainbow Dash?!" Twilight called, the call being echoed by the others as they searched.

I pointed to the large trail of blood that I made, leading up the stairs. She's up there. But if I were you I wouldn't look. "Follow le red! Red is best color! Red is happy color! Red is fun color! Hehehehe!"

All of the ponies looked to where I was pointing. Then back at me.

Dash, the real Dash, flew up to me slowly, a scared look on her face. "Uh, guy? Can you tell me what exactly happened here?" she asked carefully.

I smiled. You lied to me. I showed you what happens to liars. "So pretty," I said as I stroked her cheek gently. "My Dashie so pretty. Dashie so happy now she not a liar anymore. I made Dashie a good Dashie."

She looked back to her friends.

They gave her scared looks and, except for Fluttershy and Rarity, started climbing up the stairs.

Dash looked back to me. "What did you do?" she asked, seemingly scared of the answer.

I laughed loudly. Go up and check for yourself if you want to know. "I like making my Dashie smile. Dashie loves to smile and I love making Dashie happy. I love you my Dashie. Heh... heh... hehehehehehhahahahahahahaaahaah!"

A scream that could shatter glass a mile away could be heard from upstairs.

I snorted a laugh. "Fucking idiots. I told them what was up there."