Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

In the Clouds: 8

I had gotten up early, breakfast will have to wait. Though I gulped down a glass of fine Orange Juice. This was going to be such a fine day, even if the sun had not gotten up yet.

A new day, and a new deed. My mane is just as flat as it had been the other day, and I knew what this means. I had another pony to care for. I guess this would spoil the day for some pony.

As I stepped through, I placed my hooves on the belly of a Pegasus, how curious. I guess I should have made a crazy laugh, but I could spare it. I started out, cutting up the chest of the Stallion, pulling his heart out, before placing it in his mouth. This was going to be painful on him, but not for long.

I then cut his wings off of his back, seeing as his blood gushed out of his body. Then I moved on to his wife, laying by his side. I chose to cut her up the same way, before I pulled her heart out, slipping it into her mouth. That ought to teach them not to be mean to poor fillies?

Good thing I had the trick for what is before me, levitation works in the clouds, just as well as it had, as I paid respect to Rainbow Dash. With that, I moved to the next room, where the foals lay sleeping.

I opened the door, slide in and the next moment I stand before the bed. I just made a few incisions, and the wings came loose. Just leaving the foal as it lay.

Moving to the next room, finding the next foal. Laying on the belly, so I simply repeated the process. That's another Pegasus, never to be mean to a filly who isn't a strong flyer.

Funny thing, I have never heard of a Pegasus died, or what happened to them. Would they drop to the ground?

In this case, I could clearly see a pool of blood both in the respective bed, and just under the bed.

Since it was all the Ponies in the family, I am done here, or so they would have thought. There is the one thing I had to do first. I need to make a statement, sending a message to the Pegasi, for this to hit home as I had intended.

With that, I picked up a single feather from the left wing of the youngest of the fillies, dipped it in her very own blood, before I wrote the message on the cover from her very own pillow. I had pulled it off of her pillow, placing it on the floor before me, before I wrote the words; “Remember the fate of Flutter Shy?”.

Once the message had been placed squarely in view in the middle of her floor, I pulled the feathers off of her now free wings and gathered them up in another pillowcase.

I carry the new pillow out to the dining table. I soon carried the rest of the pillows to lie by its side. I just pulled each and every feather of their lost wings, before making a new pillow of a pillowcase for them.

For a final gesture, I slipped the now feather-free wings inside of the Mare of the house, leaving her with a pregnant look, though she is dead as dust at this point.

What is to become of the family, or what remains of it is out of my hooves. I have no more to do with them, or the fate of the two foals. Why linger.

If their parents wouldn't be missed soon enough, their foals are expected in school in about an hour. I guess that would have to make due.

Good thing with being in the clouds, there can be no hoof prints. Since I had performed, I gathered myself and went back to where I had come from, merely slipping out, before I closed the gap through which I had entered, thus leaving the last hit as to where it all came from.

Oh wait, I have a party to plan for, and chores to perform. I need my breakfast in order to do all that. With that, I rushed down the stairs, to where the muffins lay, waiting for me. I slipped the peel off of them, before hastily chewing them down, swallowing the last crumbs, while drinking another glass of juice.

Cleaning up after my breakfast, checking what was required and ticked off the list, before I left the house, trotting towards the first shop on the list.