Dear Diary

Dear Diary: Part 1

Cutie Cruelty

Dear Diary,

I mutilated them all today. No, no, no! I shouldn’t start out so blatant in my explanation, so allow me to elaborate on my day from the beginning. I’m sure you want to hear allllll about my day! Right, Diary? Oh you listen to me so well. So, so well! You don’t judge me you love me for me don’t you..oh diary. Oopsie! Looks like I spaced out slightly, hehe! How should I begin to explain my day? From the beginning?

It was a normal day like any other. I eagerly fumbled out of bed, and began my day of wor--NO NO NO! THIS WILL NOT DO! GOD DAMMIT, TWILIGHT, GET YOURSELF TOGETHER!

I could start my explanation from a more climatic perspective? Maybe that will make you love me more. Right, Diary..? Yes, let me tell you; it’s such a wonderful story. It’s hard when people don’t love you anymore, when they ignore you for your simple faults! What do you do when you receive no love? You take it. You take their love away until they are nothing but a hollow shell of putrid adolescent musk and conformity. Let’s start with Applebloom and the Cutie Crusaders. I’m sure you will enjoy this. I sure did.

They were playing, the three of them, in their Treehouse. So innocent was their laughter, but deep inside they were not the innocent fillies everyone else knew. They were the first to shun me for the accident, first to put me down and hate me! The little demons will give me all their love. I approached their place of laughter, their voices stung at my ears like a chorus of angry hornets. I crept up the ladder as quiet as possible, using my magic to muffle my obvious panting and eagerness. I pressed my haunch up against the frame of the Tree and planned my move. Slowly, I slid a sharpened metal prod from my hair (I’d been using it to put my hair up, it was quite adorable!) and closed my eyes.

I lunged out from my cover, grabbing Sweetie Belle from behind, plunging the instrument into her throat, and with a wet crunch I snapped the metal off inside of her skin and threw her down onto the ground. She twitched choking on her own blood, reaching for the others hooves with her own, fear and despair drenched her eyes as she looked into their own disheartened gazes. It had happened so fast for them that they hadn’t the time to react, and in that instant I casted a sound muffling barrier over the scene. “Hello, girls” I proclaimed delighted, but they just stood there staring at me, tear swollen eyes fixated on their now dead friend. “S-Sweetie..n-no..” Scootaloo said finally mustering up the courage to speak, then she looked at me. I picked up young Sweetie Belle and smirked, “You are going to do what I want, or else you will end up like--” I smooshed the lifeless corpses cheeks together, “--wittle Sweetie weetie Bwelle..” They huddled together, shaking furiously, and burst into tears.

“M-My big sister w-will come and save us! Bigmac too!!” Applebloom screamed, flicking tears against the ground, but I knew she was lying, I planned this whole thing out. Applejack was already dead along with Big Macintos their torsos torn apart with a..hehe well that’s another story. Anyways, I grinned, my whole body tingled and I blushed at the thrill of what was happening; it was time to proceed. “Scootaloo, on your back..” I said, but they just looked at me with their pathetic judgemental eyes! “I SAID ON YOUR FUCKING BACK, SCOOTALOO!” I was getting angrier, and the tingle inside me was working me up and down. They jumped at my outburst and Scootaloo regretfully complied as she rolled onto her back, “D-Don’t h-hurt me Twilight..p-please Twi..please..” she pleaded, almost praying to me, but this Goddess doesn’t answer prayers. It answers to screams.

My gaze met Applebloom and she flinched, “Ohhhh, Applebloom..you’re going to have the easy part” I said throwing another metal rod, laced with tiny hooks, “and don’t get any ideas you little cunt! I will be watching you with the utmost attentiveness,” but Applebloom just looked at the rod. “I-I can’t...I can’t kill Scoot..s-she’s my friend” Applebloom said almost sickened by her assumption. Kill? And end all the fun for me? No, she was going to do no such thing. “Insert the metallic rod into her vagina” I said blatantly. No response only muffled sobs and the stench of sweat. “Insert. The metal rod. Into. Scootaloo’s vagina, Applebloom. Now.” I said, my voice cracking from the anger. Little Applebloom just looked at me, her face red and distorted with horror, “W-Whats...whats a vagina..” she said in childlike innocence. I facehoofed, “Her peepee! Jesus, you are such a imbecile. Insert the rod into her peepee or I will gut you.” Scootaloo threw up at the realization and began to sob terribly. “It’s either her..or you” I said, and this time she complied.

“I’MA SO SORRY SCOOT UUGGHH WAAHH” she bellowed pushing the rod slowly into Scootaloo’s genitals, the young filly wincing and gasping, blood drooling out as the hooks lacerated her vaginal lining, it’s icy surface against her flesh. This was the revenge I deserved! How could they do what they did to me..I was trying to help Ponyville it wasn’t my fault what had happened to Pinkie. No, no, it was theirs! I snapped back to reality. At this point Applebloom had the rod halfway into Scootaloo’s cunt, blood and urine seeped out of her, her head flat against the ground seeming to accept what was happening. Then Applebloom stopped, “NO MORE!” she pulled the rod out, slithers of flesh hang from the jagged hooks, and began to weep, “I ain’t doin this not no more!”

I comforted the traumatized filly, “There there Applebloom..you’ve done your best. You can leave now,” she seemed to glow for a moment, “R-Really..” she said her tear swollen eyes beamed and I grinned darkly, “Fuck no.” I rammed my horn into her flank, the blood trickled down from my horn onto my face, that’s when I tasted it, her blood. The copper taste flared up the tingle inside of me, and I felt myself become moist. Oh god, Diary, it was so thrilling! I wish you were there! Sexual arousal beyond anything I could of done by myself!

I relished in her bodily fluids as she attempted to limp away, but I wasn’t done with her yet. There was still some creativity left in me. I let her limp from the treehouse and I stood atop the branches watching her, chuckling to myself. Little did she know that I left a little piece of magic in her, but I don’t think she would ever realize it. I closed my eyes and visualized her body twisting, riveting, convulsing, bursting, shattering, breaking, boiling, tearing, ripping, crunching! DYING I WANTED EVERYTHING BAD TO HAPPEN TO HER! I opened my eyes and unleashed a magic more powerful than friendship. It was the pure will of one pony. One extremely pissed off pony. My eyes glowed from the intensity, and then it happened. Applebloom stopped, she began to look around as if she had lost something, like something was wrong. Then she began to scream, hoofing at her skin rolling on the ground crying her big sisters name, begging for mercy! “OH GOD MY SKIN!!! MY SKIN IS ON FIRE HELP ME APPLEJACK PLEASE APPLEJACK SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!” The fun had begun

Her right front legs swelled to disgusting proportion, and erupted into a cataclysm of blood and puss, the filly screamed loudly for help as she began to kick herself away with her back legs moaning deeply in pain. Then she stopped, her eyes widened as she looked at her back legs in frightened amazement. The left legs skin peeled in slow thin strips, her muscle and ligaments boiling away leaving only her bone. She tried to scream this time, but she had no energy to muster up a response to the pain. I laughed watching this CREATURE suffer, it turned me on. At this point she had no more will, she knew what was going to happen, “K-Kill me, Twilight..let me go..” she said and as she closed her eyes, her body glowed, erupting into unidentifiable bits. I bet the forest must of been peppered with her organs and bile..hehe. Two down, one to go.

Scootaloo remained where she was, peering out the window, motionless, but alive..a l i v e..a  l  i  v  e...a   l    i   v  e!! She was alive. I picked up a mangled chunk of Applebloom’s flesh and knelt down to her eye level, and her eyes met mine. I grinned, sliding the chunk into my mouth savoring the taste of her virgin flesh, but she showed no emotion. Maybe I traumatized her into a coma? Would that be worse than death..? I pondered the thought of it, but then Pinkie came into my mind and my body froze. I seen rapid images flashing in front of my eyes, then my body felt cold, like the first time I had experimented with drugs in library the fifth day she was gone. The day my world shattered and those fucking heartless ponies turned on me!!!! I snapped back into reality once again, it frightened me how often these flashes occurred. Was it natural for a pony of my intelligence? I stopped and looked around the room, but something was different. Then I saw Scootaloo.

Her skull was crushed, and bits of brain matted her once beautiful mane. Her right eye looked like a skinned, outstretched strawberry. Her wings were broken into disgusting figures and the bone jutted from sickening angles, and from the smell of it, her own fecal matter, vomit, and blood pooled around, staining her body with a repulsive odor. A swollen tougne wiggled in her misshapen mouth, reflexes from her death. I examined my gore battered hooves, bruised from my gallant efforts for vengeance. I did this in my psychosocial stupor?  Then I remembered what happened..everything is so clear now what I saw in my flash .

   The sky was covered in a purple haze, a soft breeze blew through my mane as I scanned the area. I barely recognized anything. The plant life seemed to follow my movements, and glowing eyes peered at me through a thick fog. I was lonely, afraid..my tears flooded the ground. I thought I was going to die, but something appeared out of the tainted inky blackness. It was PinkiePie and her wonderful smiling face, her hoof around me comforting me, a kiss on the cheek, the lips, our tongues dancing against each others. She propped herself against me and..she lifted my hoof above the filly’s head giggling and motioning me. She wanted vengeance, she understands me! PinkiePie..yes..yes she had answered for me in my moment of vulnerability. She was my guiding hoof, she understands what i’m doing. Friends forever, and forever and ever. I hear her voice in my head even now, “Kill all, Twilight, even the innocent.”

“Even the innocent Pinkie...?”

“Yes, Twilight, especially the innocent.”

“I miss you so much Pinkie..”

“I miss you too Twilight.”

“Is it beautiful in heaven, PinkiePie?”

“Heaven? Oh dear, you have no idea.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next chapter, Twilight discusses the tragic day her world turned upside down.