The gift of my little fillies
The gift of my little fillies
I was coming home from work. It was not the best job in the world but I was lucky it paid enough considering I was mostly behind the computer doing my own thing while in an office taking phone calls. Passing the garage I noticed my parents were not home yet, usually mom would be here but she must be doing errands I thought. As I walked to the front door of our condominium a huge brown box was sitting in front. At first I thought it must have been a spare box with junk my mother was throwing out. However the lid was taped too well, and written on top was... my name? My mind was racing wondering what this was, and I then remembered what this box must be. Two months ago I saved half of all my paychecks for those few weeks and finally bought from a seller online a collection of plushies of my favorite My Little Pony characters. They were very generous and gave me a discount since I asked for nine in total, and not just nine but filly versions of them (minus the Cutie Mark Crusaders, who were already fillies)
I picked up the box and carried it inside. My room was not exactly an example of tidiness, however I had been cleaning it the last two days and was well over halfway done. I grabbed a nearby knife on my desk and cut through the top of the box. As I was cutting open the box my mind wandered to thinking of how much I paid for these. I hope it is worth the money, but honestly I wish I had some real fillies, I said out loud. A layer of packing popcorn covered anything that was inside, but on top of the popcorn was a folded piece of paper. As I opened it, in very nicely done cursive was a hand written letter:
“Dear buyer, thank you for your purchase of Filly Applebloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Derpy, and Flitter. I hope these bring great happiness to you. Yours Truly, A__ea P___ing___ P.S. please be careful what you wish for”
The name for some reason was smudged, and that last part that said “P.S. please be careful what you wish for” did not settle well with me. What did that mean? I decided to at least go online and contact the seller back. Luckily the page of the seller I had bookmarked, but as soon as I clicked the link I got a “404” error. That was very odd. I then went into my email and replied back to the last online transaction and sent a quick thank you. While checking some older messages of mine, I then received a reply. But then I became even more puzzled when the message informed me that the address I sent the reply to no longer existed. This is very strange I thought, right after my package comes the seller gets rid of both their website and email account. Oh well, no matter, I should at least be glad they did this after my stuff came...
Oh wait, I did not even make sure everything came and is exactly as I ordered. I got off my chair and began to dig through the box. Now I was worried, did I just get scammed? It was then that the head of a creature popped out from under the packing material. It had a giant eye, and I froze in shock, thinking this could not be possible, that if this was some vermin it was gigantic. It was then I noticed the eye was blinking and looking at me, it looked familiar, like... I then heard a little girl's giggle, and the head of none other than a filly Fluttershy popped out. I was in disbelief, looking at a flesh and blood living filly! She looked up at me and gave a little “Na-naaa” in a little girl's voice and giggled again and stuck her head back under the packing popcorn. The bulge moved around a bit and then she popped up again and climbed out the box.
“How... how the...” I had no more words for what was going on. It was then that more rustling occurred in the box, and one by one, more fillies, all who were the ones I ordered, though expecting nothing more than lifeless stuffed animals originally, were climbing their way to the top and jumping out the box. Soon all of them were moving and walking around my room. At this point most people would scream and run out the door looking for an exorcist or seek refuge in a sanitarium. But for some reason I could only watch in amazement as the little fillies looked around. I noticed they made noises like infants, and did not speak any proper words, showing they were still babies. They would walk just like the ponies on the show would, swinging their tails side to side and explored like happy little fillies. Rarity then walked up to my opened backpack on the ground, she stuck her head in and made sniffing noises, she then said “ah-choo” and sneezed in her little high pitched voice. Twilight hopped onto a pile of books I had in a corner and looked down on them, curious to see what they were. Fluttershy moved in and out of a blanket on the ground, popping her head in and out to watch the others. Most the other fillies were playfully chasing each other around or rearing up and greeting each other.
They did not seem to be any threat, and certainly there was no trickery involved. Was magic real? Was this paranormal? Was this some cosmic test from a force or forces beyond the normal universe? Whatever it was, they all looked so cute playing around my room. I noticed Applebloom was the closest to me and called her to come closer. She looked my direction and walked towards me, I then picked her up and put her on my lap. She appeared to be sniffing me as I petted her body and stroked her mane and tail. She enjoyed the affection, and rubbed her face against my hand as I rubbed up and down her body. This is better than I expected, I thought, I was going to get these just to cuddle with at night, but now I have real living pets who can give and receive real affection. Part of me was now going crazy, I thought of people I should tell this to. But who would believe me? Well I could invite them over and show them, but then they would probably go ballistic and call all the authorities on this strange new magical species. I decided for now I need to keep all this a secret for now, and as I contemplated what to do next, I looked at the time. Oh no, it will be under an hour before my parents come home. I need to think of how to hide these fillies.
I looked over to Twilight, still looking up and down my pile of books. I got up and walked over to her. As she looked up at me, I said to her “Hey Twilight, come with me while I find all of you and your friends some boxes to sleep and play in”. As I reached down to pick her up, she made some disgruntled noises and jumped away from me and looked up at me. I then walked over to her again “Come on silly girl, I will just carry you around as we...” but she kept nervously moving away from me every time I went near her. “Why are you such a scaredy-pony...” I said as I began to walk again towards her. This time she walked out my door. I followed her and said “Come on, Twilight, I can't play games right now...” she walked faster and faster, occasionally looking back up at me, her little legs walking quicker trying to evade me. She now walked right into the open door of my parent's room, and I said “Twilight come here!” She then did a quick dash and slid right under my parent's bed.
“No, fuck, damn you” I said disgruntled. I got down and looked. There she was under the bed, her little hooves in front of her face as she looked back at me. I said to her firmly “Twilight, get out from under that bed right now!” She then shook her head side to side and said “nuh-uh”. I couldn't believe this was happening, and now I had the clock ticking. I could not just go under the bed, it was way too small for me to crawl under. It also did not help there was a lot of junk under there as well. I had no time to waste or try to reason with her. I then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a broom. I went back and she was still there, looking at me. I took the broom and slowly moved it under the bed and began to poke her with it. “Neeehhhhhh” she whined and neighed as I pushed her back. I was trying to push her out the other side. I eventually got her to crawl backwards to the other end of the bed. But instead of just running to the other side, which would have allowed her to just run back under the bed, I kept using the broomstick to prod her out and then push her aside. Finally she was out the other end and I pushed her to the right, she began to run the other way. As she did I ran around to the other side, she stopped and turned around to run back under the bed but I grabbed her tail. She kept trying to run but I pulled back on her and lifted her in my arms.
As I carried her back she fought the whole time, trying to twist and turn her body, I eventually just put her under my arm and she ran with her little hooves in the air trying to escape. I got back in my room and held her up to me and I said “That was very bad Twilight, very bad!” She was trying to escape my hold on her, still grunting and whining. “Alright, fine Twilight, I need to show you that you can't do this anymore” I then put her on my lap, lifting her tail and holding it down on her back with my left hand. As she struggled there, I then took my right hand and gave her a firm spank on her butt. She gave a little whelp and began to cry. I spanked her again a second time. Then a third. Then a final fourth spank, her warm soft little butt jiggling with each slap. As I picked her up she was making sobbing sounds and was flailing her arms and legs. “I told you don't be bad ever again!” I put her on the ground and she stomped her front hooves in frustration looking up at me. I then pointed my hand down and said “Bad Twilight! Bad pony! You are a naughty pony!” She now kicked her rear legs up and cried even more, she then ran out my door again crying loudly. This time she made a left turn instead of a right. All of a sudden the other ponies raced out my bedroom door into the living room after her. “Oh come on!...” I said, and followed after them.
I could not see where Twilight went, but Flitter was playing with some remote controls that had fallen on the ground, Applebloom was pushing around an empty audio cable box on the floor, while I heard some others behind the couch giving chase to each other, and I saw Derpy and Fluttershy going into the dining room sniffing around. I scooped up Derpy, and before she could run away I also grabbed Fluttershy. I was about to take them back into my room, but decided to make some boiling water on the stove in the meantime to make some tea with later. With both of them in my arms, I went into our narrow kitchen and put them both down next to the sink. As they sat there I grabbed the kettle and filled it up with some water and turned on the stove top. I lifted up Derpy, but then noticed I turned on the wrong heater, I put Derpy down on the shelf next to the stove and adjusted the right gauge this time.
I walked back into the dining room to find where the boxes of tea were, usually on the kitchen table. I then felt something rub against my leg and it was Sweetie Belle. She then ran over to a bag my older cousin had left last time she was visiting. My cousin had just given birth and this bag had some baby supplies in it. Sweetie Belle ran to a brand new diaper that had fallen out and pushed it with her head to me. She looked up at me and wagged her tail in excitement. “You silly pony, that diaper is for human babies” I said to her. But she then made a sad sound and again pushed it closer to me. “Alright, fine” She then rolled onto her back and waved her legs in excitement. I grabbed the diaper and fitted it on her, puncturing a small hole for her tail to go through and then applying the sticky tabs once it was done. She then got up and waved her tail and shook her butt looking back at the diaper she was wearing, she then bounced up and down in happiness and ran behind one of the the couches.
While I was doing that, in the kitchen little Fluttershy saw next to the sink a bottle of soap. Attracted to it's colors in the light, she reached over with her little hoof to touch it, but missed and began to slip. She reached for something to grab onto, and her hoof accidentally switched on the garbage disposal. With a giant deep bellowing sound, the machine began to spin. She then fell into the empty sink. It was still slippery from earlier, so as she stumbled to get up, one of her rear legs slipped right into the gutter. “AAAIEEEE” The horrifying scream of a little girl made me jump and I looked behind me and ran into the kitchen. I could not see Fluttershy at first but I then looked forward and she was being blended and sucked into the drain, blood was being splattered onto the cabinet above the drain. I grabbed one of her front hooves with my hand and tried to pull her out. She was screaming more and more as she was getting sucked down to her waist now. I then pulled harder and she was thankfully free. I then flipped the switch and turned off the machine, but looked back in horror to her, still holding one of her front arms. Her entire lower half of her body was missing, she was shaking her two front hooves and her head in pain as she constantly screamed while her guts were pulled and torn out and hanging below her waist.
I ran with her back into the kitchen, the shrieks now caught the attention of the other ponies, they gathered at the edge of the dining room, shaking in fear as they saw me holding the half body of Fluttershy. “It's OK, It's OK, don't cry” I said to her as I lay her on the table. She would not stop crying, every so often another shriek would come from her body, blood was spilling all over the table. The hell am I supposed to do, I thought to myself. I was scared her screams would get the attention of some other people in the building we lived in, after all everyone knew we did not have any young children here. She still wailed and sobbed as I looked down. I knew nothing about surgery, and at this point half her body missing was probably a guaranteed death.
As I was in the dining room deciding on what to do, I had forgotten about leaving Derpy on the stove. She saw the kettle shaking a little with steam coming from the spout. Curious, she walked over to it and pushed her hoof against it. The kettle did not respond, so she pushed it a little more. Noticing it was not doing anything, she was about to walk away when she noticed the stove top below where the kettle was sitting on was a bright orange glow. Curious she reached down and touched it. She then jumped back with a yelp and her hoof was in horrible pain. As she looked down at the hoof, the bright orange glow on her hoof sparked and now a flame appeared...
I stood there trying to think of what to do with Fluttershy when another, even louder, girl's scream came from the kitchen. Oh shit, Derpy, I thought. Suddenly a ball of fire ran out from the kitchen and into the dining room. All the other fillies screamed in terror and ran in all directions as the flaming Derpy ran towards them. I did not know what to do, I looked for something to grab to take out the fire with. I had nothing near me, and to make things worse, the screaming flaming Derpy was now in our living room, which was carpeted unlike the kitchen or dining room. I followed the flaming ball and grabbed a pillow off a nearby recliner. Derpy kept on screaming running in any and all directions. At this point I was not even concerned for Derpy herself, I just did not want the house to go down in flames. I followed her and made sure no sparks flew off into furniture around living room. She then went back into the dining room, running in panic. I then took the pillow in my hand and slammed it down on Derpy before she could run into my parent's room. It knocked her on her side but she was still screaming and in flames. I continued to beat her down with the pillow again and again, not stopping until the fire was out.
As it looked like all the fire was gone, I got down and inspected the mess. It was a mangled disaster, the smell of incinerated flesh was awful. I saw what was maybe her leg bone in the back and part of the skull in front, but the rest was a burned pile of ash and mashed bones. As I looked back the other ponies peered out the corners scared and shaking. I then ran back and looked around, making sure no sparks had made another fire. I was also thankful that our fire alarm was disabled for the time being, I never knew how to turn it off and the high pitched noise it made was completely unbearable.
As I was still inspecting the living room, Fluttershy's screams still filled the house. My nerves were beginning to snap and I walked up to her and yelled “What Can I do? Tell me what to do!” She still turned her torso left and right, her little hooves waving in the air, her crying not stopping. I could not deal with all this right now. I said to her “Alright fine! If you won't shut up I will make you shut up!” I ran into the kitchen and pulled out a serrated knife. I ran back, and held the blade to her neck. I then pushed down and made my first cut. Her little hoofs shook violently and she made choking sounds. I then pushed the other direction, and again and again. Blood oozed out with every cut and was seeping to the side of her head. I finally cut all the way done and decapitated her head from the torso. The head rolled to the side, more blood trickled out her neck and the torso. As I looked back, exhausted, the other ponies just looked up at me, frozen in fear for everything that had just happened.
I then shouted “All of you, back in my room, now!” I grabbed Flitter and Sweetie Belle from behind the couch and carried them into my room. I threw them on the floor and shut the door. I went back and next to the television was Applebloom, huddling next to the wall. I again grabbed her as well, threw her in my room and closed the door. Rainbow Dash was looking timidly at the remains of Derpy, I took her and then put her in my room. Scootaloo and Rarity were together near the treadmill, as I held them I then saw Twilight trying to sneak away from between a bookcase. “I'm not playing with you this time!” I grabbed her hard by her horn and carried all three back into my room. Once all the ponies were in there, I shut the door behind me and began to think of what to do with them. At this point they were all crying, scared and confused from everything that had happened earlier. I went into my closet and I had 2 clear plastic large bins with folding two part lids attached. I grabbed the empty one and placed it on the floor of my room (The second one happened to have my old stuffed animals, out of curiosity I looked inside just in case those had come to life too. Luckily they did not)
“You are all going in here, now!” I said. I grabbed them one by one and placed them in the bin. The bin was tall enough that they could not easily climb back out. As I placed them in there, they still cried and tried to climb out, often reaching their front hooves towards me in a plea for me to pick them up. Once the last pony was in there, they were all confined in a tight box (I had overestimated how big the box was) The sounds of them sobbing and the standing up and reaching their little hooves for either me or for the edge of the box was not going to change my mind. I then took the two side lids of my box and closed them shut on the plastic bin. The muffled sounds of them crying could still be heard and I could see them moving around. I put the box back in my closet, but I was not gonna take any chances. I then placed my box with my old stuffed animals on top for weight, but not trusting it was heavy enough, I grabbed a pile of old magazines and then placed those on top of that. I then shut the closet door (which I rarely do) and since my closet had no locks, I took some heavy books and placed those in front of the two closet doors for additional security.
Done with all that and with literally minutes left before the parents came home, I went out of my room, closing the door behind me, and focused on immediate concerns. I grabbed a trash bag and the broom and swept the remains of Derpy into the trash bag. I then went to the kitchen table and picked up the head and torso of Fluttershy and also dropped those into the trash bag. In the kitchen I feared the lower half of Fluttershy may have clogged and jammed the garbage disposal. I ran hot water in there and hoped it may loosen up the remains, after all we rarely used the garbage disposal so maybe my parents would not notice for some time and by then hopefully the blended lower body parts would have rotted enough. As I kept the hot water running, I turned off the stove, forgetting about having any tea now, went outside to throw out the garbage bag into the chute, and then came back inside and did a quick sweep of the living room for any additional ash from Derpy. I then turned off the faucet in the kitchen and hoped I did not miss anything else. With one last thing to do, I then grabbed a wet towel and soaked up the blood on the dining room table and cleaned the ceiling above the sink. Also the smell of Derpy was still lingering, so I opened all windows and sprayed some anti-odor mist all over the house (I used up the entire can) Lastly I then took almost 10 minutes washing my hands and arms of blood.
My parents came home about 20 minutes later. The rest of the night was uneventful. We had dinner, watched some TV, I then went back in my room. I could still barely hear crying from the closet, though it seemed to die down. Later that Night as I lay on the sleeping back I wondered if I should take out the fillies. But I decided against it, after all they were nothing but trouble and hopefully this would be a punishment they would learn from. I mean i did buy them after all as toys to snuggle with, but earlier they had almost gotten me in big trouble in so many ways and I was not about to let them forget that.
The next day was Saturday and my parents had already gone out to meet friends. They would be gone most of the day so I had nothing to worry about, hopefully. I barely slept the night before so I had gotten up almost at noon. As I got up I decided to check on the fillies. I removed the books, opened the closet door, removed the magazines and the top box and then pulled out the filly box and checked inside. Half of them were beginning to wake up and looked up at me. Already they were jumping up and down and leaning against the side, begging me to let them out. “Not yet, fillies, I still gotta think how I am going to make sure you stay out of trouble” No sooner had I spoken when there was a ring at the doorbell.
I walked out of my room and went to the front door and opened it up, a package had came for my mother. It was a small box for some merchandise she had ordered. I then signed the forms for the delivery man and he went on his way. Just as I placed the box on the table I heard a ring from my cellphone in my pocket. One of my friends called me up and was asking what time we should meet later. As I was talking to him I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge door to get a drink of water, I felt dehydrated. He wasn't able to meet as soon as we were expecting so we decided to meet at three instead of one. We talked for about ten minutes before I hung up and decided to walk back and see what to do about the fillies.
As I walked into my room my heart stopped. The entire box had fallen on it's side and not a filly was to be seen. They must have all been leaning so much on one side of the box that it flipped over and fell. I looked around, none were in my room. I then ran out and looked in the living room, I then dashed into the kitchen and dining room. Nothing was there, I was then about to see my parent's room when I froze. I Left the front door to our condominium open. I ran to the door and looked down the open hallway. And I barely caught in the distance little fillies running around the corners of the hall...
When the herd of fillies ran out the front door, the condominium unit to the immediate left was having interior renovations. A new family had moved in and for weeks work was being done in the kitchen and bathrooms. While most of them continued trotting ahead, little filly Dashie stopped and looked at the open door. The noises of hammers and drills caught her curiosity, and Rainbow Dash crept inside. As Dashie looked around the corner, two workmen had their backs to her, nailing and drilling parts of a wall in the kitchen. She looked around and a teddy bear under a workbench in a corner caught her eye. This was a toy belonging to one of the children of the couple who had moved in here. They were out for the day and the workers had moved some stuff around so they could do their job and carry in power tools. Wrapped around part of the teddy bear's leg was a thick wire. Dashie went up to the bear and reared on her back legs and hopped in excitement. She was sad though to see that the bear was not responding to her. Frustrated, she then took her hoof and tried to move the cable from around the bears leg. It was too thick and heavy for her to move, so she instead walked behind the bear and began to push it with her head. As she did that the cable tightened. Wanting to take her new toy with her, Dashie pushed harder, trying to dislodge the teddy bear
As the bear finally began to move, Dashie felt a sense of relief. However, a creaking noise appeared above her, and as she looked up the cable had pulled on the workbench's leg and it was tipping over. Trying to run, Dashie tripped on the wire as the workbench came crashing down around her. A metal clamp had lodged into her back leg and Dashie was trying to move. Her cries were unheard by the men in the other room as they wore their ear guards and were drilling into the wall. Desperate and frightened, she kept crying out, hoping her friends would hear her. But then the power drill in the other room stopped momentarily, and after a few seconds a voice from the room said “Alright let's turn on the whole circuit breaker and see how that goes” Suddenly one of the tools which had crashed on the ground right behind her had turned on. It was a giant circular saw, and immediately the giant blade was spinning with a loud noise. Dashie was now trying all she could to move, but the more she fought the more the metal clamp was digging into her leg.
The voice in the other room then said “Alright, checks fine, now let's move the wiring” They began to pull on a loose central power outlet and about a dozen cables attached to it were now being pulled throughout the whole condo. They had turned on again their own tools and were unaware of the power saw near Dashie. The cable attached to the spinning saw blade was now moving, and to Dashies horror it inched closer and closer to her. She turned around and moved her little hooves for anything to grab onto. But it was too late, as the saw now was pulled right between her back legs. Dashie screamed as it cut through her from behind. The men waited a few seconds and then pulled on the power supply again. Now the saw pushed a few more inches into Dashie. She kept screaming in pain as now half her lower body was cut in half, blood being splattered all over the bear and the fallen bench. With one final push the men had unintentionally dragged the saw up to Dashies neck and then cut right into her head, with no more noises coming from her. They turned off the power about a minute later, and both went on their lunch break. Without noticing or looking back for the time being, in the room next to them was a fallen workbench, a teddy bear, a saw, and the completely split body of Dashie.
Meanwhile the rest of the herd had, when reaching the end of the open hall, had the chance to turn left or right. Rarity ran to the left, her sister Sweetie Belle followed her. The others had gone to the right to the open door for the main building. As Sweetie and Rarity ran down the hall, Rarity then jumped into some bushes with Sweetie following her. Looking out the bush, straight ahead was the swimming pool for the building, to the right were some hedge bushes, and down to the left was some open sliding doors for the residents. Sweetie, still wearing her diaper, looked around the bush and saw an old bright blue rubber ball inside the bush next to them. She ran up to it and moved it to filly Rarity with her head. Rarity then bounced it back to Sweetie, and soon the two of them were playing a game of keep away with the ball. For several minutes the two of them played and laughed as they played with their new toy. It was then that Rarity knocked it over the ledge and it fell into the swimming pool area. Sweetie Belle then ran after it.
While Rarity watched her from there, a lady living in the condo down the hall walked outside with her rottweiler and tied it to the table outside her sliding door. She sat down with her phone and began making a call to her brother. The dog sat there on the ground, its paws out front and lying on it's side, relaxing and enjoying the lazy day, occasionally with the noise of work crews breaking the monotony in the condo nearby being renovated. Filly Rarity looked through the bushes at that strange large creature tied up. She felt safe and secure here, and would occasionally look back for Sweetie Belle. The woman on the phone continued talking to her brother, but then got up and went inside to make herself some lunch as she continued to talk to him.
Rarity, curious about what this creature was, slowly walked towards it. She kept her distance but wanted to get a better look at it. The rottweiler had no sense of her being there for the time being, and with his eyes closed he was currently napping. However a small moment of him opening his eyes looking around, he saw a curious small white object down the hall about 25 feet away. He did not move his head but kept looking, and the white object appeared to be moving closer. He then lifted his head up and raised his ears, sniffing and then looking at this thing coming towards him. Rarity then froze and and also her ears raised as well, noticing this large creature was now looking right at her.
The dog, after a few moments of realizing this was a mysterious animal, let out a loud warning bark. Rarity jumped a little and took a step back. That was all that was needed for the dog to bark yet again a few seconds later. By now he had stood up and was looking intently at Rarity. She was nervously looking around. The dog then walked towards her and pulled on his leash. She was ready to run but noticed the dog was tied up and did not get any closer to her. Yet it got more and more agitated. The dog was now developing foam at the mouth, his owner was oblivious to what was going on. Occasionally she would yell from inside the kitchen for him to shut up, but she never looked out or came outside. It tried more and more to take chase after Rarity, but the leash simply tightened around the dog and the table leg. Rarity then turned around and went back to the bushes to look for Sweetie Belle. As the dog barked and pulled, the table began to lean over. The dog now turned its body and barked back towards it's owner, this was all that was needed for the table to topple to it's side. As it did so the dog momentarily got scared from the noise, but then noticed the leash had fallen on the ground.
Rarity made little cooing noises, waiting for her sister to reply. She then walked back out and looked down the hallway. As she did, the rottweiler, already at attention, began to run down the hall, barking right at her. Rarity then galloped back down the hall, attempting to go towards her owner's condo. Her little legs ran as fast as she could, but she was no match for the dog. The dog turned the corner and almost slid into the retaining wall for pots there, but then regained it's composure and gave chase. Little Rarity ran and ran, her little hooves only able to go so fast. She then looked behind her and a giant mouth filled her entire view. The dog then grabbed her by the neck and put out it's front paws to brake itself. Held in it's mouth, Rarity felt the sharp canines digging into her body. The dog then shook it's head back and forth, drool and foam flying around as it shook Rarity over and over.
The dog then let her drop. Her whole body in pain, the dog then slammed his foot on her body and he reached for her front leg. She shook her legs in panic as the dog grabbed her left front leg and tore it right off. She let out a scream as the dog again violently shook the detached bloody limb in it's mouth. He then went down and went for her other front leg. Again the rip of her limb was quick yet painful. The dog chewed it over and over, the blood falling on Rarity like rain. He went for the tail this time, taking his paw off her body he grabbed her tail in his mouth and shook her. Rarity's body kept getting slammed against a pillar next to the dog in the hallway. He dropped her, her tail now ripped off, and again put his paw on her back as he bit into her. With both her front limbs gone, Rarity was crying and used her back legs to try to get away. The dog stood over and looked for a second, watching his prey moving away. He then put his claw down on her face. The pain of both her back legs now being pulled off her went through her body, and then, she then felt a sharp pain in her neck. The last thing she remembered was the ripping of her body from her head. In the last few moments of consciousness, she saw through her eyes the dog above her, chewing and shredding on her decapitated and limbless body.
Sweetie Belle was at the poolside looking for her toy ball when she heard the scream of Rarity and a creature in the distance. She could not see anything from where she was, and stood there silently. She heard nothing further and began her search again for the blue ball. Nearby was a pool chair, and as she peered around the corner her blue ball was sitting under there. Excited, she pounced at it and the ball went rolling towards the pool. She ran for the ball but then stopped as she sat on the edge looking down. The blue ball was floating there in the pool, right below her. She bent down and tried to touch it with her hoof. The pool water level was a foot and a half below the concrete surface surrounding it, and Sweetie could not even touch it, much less use her two arms to try and grab it somehow. As she then stood there, pondering what to do, a rustle in the bushes behind her made her jump and she turned around. A cat had wandered by, and she watched as it ignored her and went walking alongside the other bushes. Relieved, she continued to observe it moving the leaves through the bushes where it walked. It was then that the cat must have ran into another one, as they both then hissed and screamed from the bushes. This frightened Sweetie so much she walked backwards, and then lost her footing and fell into the water.
As Sweetie straightened herself up in the pool, she doggy paddled around the water and was looking for a way out. She went to the side where she had fallen and tried to find a way to climb up. She pulled her hooves up to the side and looked for anything to grab onto. It was then she felt heavy, and her body was slowly beginning to sink. The diaper she was wearing now was soaking the water, and the weight was bringing her down. She was panicking and swam with her little arms towards another side of the pool. As she struggled to find another spot to climb up, she now felt her own body tiring. She was panicking and losing energy, and now she occasionally swallowed water and was drowning. She cried out again, splashing water and trying to get attention. Yet nobody was around to hear her, and her voice was too tiny to travel to any further part of the condo complex where someone could hear. Now she was up to her neck and her legs and arms were flapping furiously in the water. Her last few seconds she kept her face up as she fell into the water completely. Sinking into the water Sweetie Belle began to drown, her body convulsed and she waved her body frantically but none of that could help her. She was now her own anchor, and as everything around her went black, her still lifeless body then fell to the bottom of the pool.
Outside the front doors to the condo complex many people were at work. Men with leaf blowers were doing their usual routine. The street was lined with several tall trees and a few trucks were up and down the street with men cutting plant limbs and trimming. And lastly part of the street surface today was being restored and new concrete was being laid down. It was in this chaos that Flitter stopped and ran into bushes on the left of the building. Meanwhile Scootaloo and Applebloom ran across the street and Twilight Sparkle went to the right. As Flitter hid in the bushes, she looked around her surroundings. About 15 feet from her some men had earlier set up a portable vertical woodchipper while scaffolding nearby was used for some detailed trimming, though no workers were here at the moment. It was then that something caught her eye to the left. A squirrel had run down a tree and was picking up some acorns, Flitter stared intently at the creature. The squirrel did not notice her at first, and looking on the ground, it grabbed a walnut and began to nibble on it. Flitter then slowly walked out and looked at this strange furry animal. The squirrel stopped eating and stared at her. The squirrel then ran away and went up the scaffolding.
Flitter was curious and followed it. There was a ramp going up the scaffolding so she had no problem following the squirrel. The animal would stop every once in a while, look back, then keep running a few more feet. She continued to follow this cute little creature, and now she was on the second story ramp. At this point the squirrel stood at the edge of the ramp, looked back at her, then jumped to a thick branch about a foot away from the flooring. Flitter walked up to the edge and looked down, worried. It was a long drop though not a long jump. The squirrel now walked to the end of the branch where it connected with the tree itself. Getting in a pouncing position, Flitter did a little leap and landed on the branch. She continued to walk slowly towards the squirrel, she briefly was about to lose her footing but quickly regained her composure and continued towards this creature.
Right then Flitter saw the squirrel run up the tree to the top. Flitter decided to take chase and as the squirrel climbed higher, out of reach, Flitter reared on her back legs and waved her hoofs in the air in frustration. Suddenly Bon-Bon lost her footing and she fell over the side. As she fell she just barely grabbed the main she was just standing on with her two little front arms. Her feet were kicking as she tried to pull herself up but she could not. Looking below her, she saw the woodchipper was directly beneath her. It was then that she could not hold on any longer and fell straight into the woodchipper below.
As soon as she made impact, the internal blades of the woodchipper turned on and Flitter was being diced alive. Every part of her body was being stabbed and torn apart by the spinning blades. In less than five seconds her arms and legs were both ripped off, her head could now see her limbs flying as the blades also had been stained red with blood. The blades continued to rip and shred, her body now was crushed into 2 parts then blown apart a second later. Through the whole process she was fully aware and felt all the pain, even when her head was snapped from the body another blade cut into her left eye and tore open a giant gash in her head. It was only then a few seconds later, after a few anguished cries, when the entire head was ripped in half and blood was thrown everywhere.
Scootaloo and Applebloom were running across the street and came across street crews doing work. They both huddled underneath a portable generator in the middle of the road as the crews went back and forth doing their work. Across the way was an apartment building with vines growing on the main wall. The entrance to the complex was a large round arched gateway with an intercom system. The two of them waited as the men did their work. After a few minutes of going over plans, the two workers nearest to them walked away. For now no one was around, and they both then crawled out and ran across the ground. Earlier a foot of the street was hammered out and a new layer was being set soon. There were two channels in the road, the first channel they had gone around before sneaking under the generator, the second one was the one they were crossing right now.
Applebloom then heard a squeak behind her and looked back to see Scootaloo struggling. Running up to Scootaloo, Applebloom saw that Scoot's hoof had ran right across a rusty bolt under the road embedded in the lower concrete. Scootaloo was crying in pain and Applebloom rubbed her cheeks to calm her down. As Scootaloo tried to pull it out, her internal leg was being stretched and was causing Scootaloo even more pain. Applebloom then heard a voice call out “Alright guys, lower her down” Both fillies looked at the end of the channel and a churning concrete layer started to spill out wet concrete. Scootaloo's wings flapped frantically and she began to cry and make all sorts of noises to Applebloom. The wave of wet concrete was coming slowly but would reach them in less than a minute. Applebloom took her tiny hooves and tried to push up Scootaloo's leg, but it would not budge. Scootaloo's cries were begging Applebloom to do something, but Applebloom was too weak. Now the wave was but seconds away. Applebloom looked at Scootaloo one last time, then ran off. Scootaloo cried out even more as the concrete then began to wash around her legs. Soon it rose inch by inch, Scootaloo's cries for help were soon drowned out as the last inch of concrete covered her face and then submerged her completely.
Applebloom, watching from the side, was now scared and wanted to get back with the herd. She ran back towards the condominium complex, but in a panic she ran right through the first channel that they went around the first time. As she galloped through she felt the concrete here had already been laid down. Her hooves were all covered in wet concrete, but now, like quicksand, it was harder and harder to move. Once in the middle of the channel, her back leg got stuck. She tried to pull it out but it would not move at all. Suddenly her other back hoof was stuck, then both her front legs. As she stood there, all her lower limbs stuck in concrete, A large beeping sound went off at the end of the channel. She looked up and coming right down the channel to smooth out the newly laid concrete was a steamroller. She screamed out and looked around for any help. She pulled harder and harder, but the steamroller kept coming closer and closer. She now was five feet away from the giant oncoming vehicle. With a last terrifying scream the steamroller crushed first her back and then pushed her head down and it was submerged and completely flattened and cracked open by the giant metal vehicle. Once the steamroller had past over the point where Applebloom was, there was no sign or trace she was ever there, a thin layer of flat concrete now covering her flattened body.
Twilight Sparkle was looking for a spot to hide. She was out in the open and running down the sidewalk. Off in the distance she could see two people walking towards her. As she stopped and looked around, she was a black rusty sports car parked on the street. She noticed a crate was left next to the rear of the vehicle. She hopped onto the crate and then squeezed into the space between the rear wheel and the body above. She sat there looking intently as people walked by, none of them noticing her in this well hidden spot. After a some time she settled down and went to sleep. It was then an hour later that the owner of the car walked by and got in the driver's seat. He turned on the car. The noise of the engine startled Twilight. She was about to squeeze out but as he pulled into reverse her body got caught by the back of the wheel cage that extended down to behind the wheel. As he pulled forward she was slammed forward and again caught in opposite side.
Driving off Twilight felt the constant rubbing of the wheel against her body as she was stuck between the body of the car and the wheel spinning on the road. She was being thrown forward because of the wheels momentum and she could not jump out the side. The constant rubbing of the wheel and her being crushed against the tight space was making her yell in pain. Her cries fell on deaf ears though as the driver had no idea what was in the back of his car. Occasionally he would stop at a red light, yet Twilight's front arm and horn were crushed and stuck. As he drove on, for ten minutes she was in total agony.
But then she felt the car go at an upper angle and suddenly the speed increased. He now was driving on the highway and his engine caused a roaring sound and he was now going the maximum speed of the highway. Suddenly the spinning wheel caused a spark under Twilight and her lower back caught on fire. She screamed for help, her tiny innocent cries drowned out by the cars and engines on the highway. It was then that her lower stomach was ripped open and her intestines from inside caught on part of the wheel and now was being wrapped around the wheel like a ball of yarn. She felt the bottom of her body burning her alive while at the same time her organs were being pulled right out from her. The flames moved to her leg and now half her torso was emptied of guts. Her lower body now just a flapping piece of flesh waving in the wind and the fire soon spread there as well. She had one free hoof she waved frantically and then suddenly the other side of her tummy split open. Now entrails from there were being pulled out as well. Both ends of her torso were being sucked out, and the fire now had spread to her neck. The car then made a sharp turn to make a last minute lane change, and Twilight's head, now on fire, was snapped from her neck and thrown from the car and landed on the ground. And in the last few second of her being conscious, a giant truck carrying cargo containers then came straight towards her, her eyes looking right at the wheels as it then crushed her head completely and snuffed the last life out of her.
I never did find my little fillies. As I ran out the door, I went past the condo under renovation, I heard the neighbor and her loud dog, I then ran to the front door and saw the trees being worked on, the street being paved again. I went back the lobby and was wondering whether to call my friend and ask to delay our meeting. I decided against it and instead spent the next hour walking up and down the street. I called out their names occasionally, and if anyone asked I said I lost my pet cat or dog. An hour past and I never did find even one of them. I met up later with my friend, not bothering to tell him anything of what happened. When I came back later there was no sign they had come back. I went to bed that night looking up at my ceiling and thinking of the money I wasted, the once in a lifetime chance I could have had with living Equestrian ponies. Well, mistake learned, I reasoned to myself. And besides, while there were two bad accidents back at my place, I am sure the rest of those fillies will do just fine out there in the world...
