Foxfire's Tail (Re-Written)

“So, how does it feel?” The once bright filly--now, full grown mare--asked. She was glaring at some of her old classmates. Her voice was muffled by the mask she wore, which looked like the one for her cutie mark.

“Wh...why are you doing this to us?” Asked one of the fillies. Her voice was shaking from the horror she and the others witnessed.

“Y...yeah. What did we ever do to you?” Pleaded one of the colts. All five of them were shaking on the ground....terrified by what had them pinned there to begin with.

“Are you serious? You're asking me why I’m doing this. Well, isn’t it obvious? I’m getting all of you back for the amount of pain you all caused to me. Everything from the name calling, to having to me pushed around and beat up each and every single day. But you know what? Let’s let bygones be bygones, right?” She added with a subtle hint of mischief. “After all, you won’t be around long enough to be a nuisance to me anymore.”

“Y-you lie!” Shouted another colt, his eyes wide like they had been taped that way.

The alicorn looked at him, eyes still aglow with fury behind the mask she wore. She wanted to laugh at him for that stupid remark. “Then what explains the shovels you brought every other day?” She retorted, her body bathed in blue flames which obscured her appearance. She looked like a fiend from the pits of Tartarus now. All they could see of her face was the mask itself; even her horn was writhed in fire.

“I-I never did that! That was somepony else!” The colt hissed, squirming to get out of the fiery grip that held him by the flanks.

The blazing fiend thought it over for a moment. “Oh, that’s right!” She exclaimed, a malicious twist to her words present. “You all look the same!”

The colt shook with a newfound fear. The….demon was in fact right; he and his classmates looked the same.

“Stop right there! I will not tolerate this behaviour!” Shouted a deep voice as the beast craned her head to the east. It was the same stallion who first delivered the horrid news to the alicorn.

She scoffed as the rest of her classmates began to panic while they were roasted alive. She let them go to allow her horrible flames to do their work.

“I said I will not tolerate this behaviour!” The stallion repeated. The beast couldn’t help but notice a swinging, filthy, black mass settled in front of his rear legs.

“....Turns out my suspicions weren’t unfounded.” She sighed, spreading her blazing wings of fire.

“What suspicions? There are none to be had.” The stallion hissed, rearing up on his hind legs and further showing off his odd, uncleaned extension.

“Lies.” The fiend scoffed. “You know damn well what it is I speak of.”

For a moment, the only sound was the crackle of flames. A silent wind blew past, but it could not remove the thick smoke above or the flames surrounding the filly’s body.

“Just be a good filly and stop these destructive shenanigans of yours.” The stallion said, and in that same instant, found himself implanted back-first into the ground. A pair of blazing hooves, now a vivid crimson, were planted on his chest.

“A meaningless effort; one who knows nothing can understand nothing.” The filly hissed, the mask on her face darkening as if contrasting the very pyre that surrounded it.

The stallion’s eyes widened, seeing naught but a void in the holes of the mask. He looked around him, seeing flames of teal dance around himself and her. A spire of flame shot upwards, swirling around like a vortex heralding the arrival of divine wrath.

The flames spread in the smoke above, lighting the skies with a vivid array of glowing colors. The beast backed off, calling forth chains to hold the pony in place. She then rose onto her hind hooves with wings spread wide. Her tail sped like a rocket towards the stallion’s member and wrapped around it thrice.

“W-what are you doing?!” The stallion pleaded as the tail then wrapped around his hind legs.

“Doing the world a favor!” The beast answered, her tail tightening and tugging at the member with quick movements. She then jerked her entire body back with a flap of her fiendish wings, and the stallion screamed as his member and body became two separate entities. The wound, gushing blood, was then violated as the tip of the tail was shoved in the hole of the sheath.

The rest of the tail went in, and the stallion was screaming until the tip of the appendage burst through his throat. His eyes went glassy as the spiraling flames around and above suddenly rushed at the cadaver and burned him to ashes.

By now, the Pegasi who had brought the rainclouds were hovering far above the macabre sight. The beast looked up and scowled as the flames on her body receded away. She began to run as fast as she could away from the site of hellish terror.

The flying ponies followed overhead, causing the beast to run faster. Her magical storm had drained her horn dry, and she could not do anything about it except for flee.

Soon, after an eternity of running, the beast fell onto her side and the painful effects of abusing her adrenaline and oxygen kicked in. She was gasping for breath, her vision was blurry, and her horn felt like it was being torn off.

The ponies above swooped down onto the ashy ground, and all eyes were wide in shock. The thing laying before them was unlike that which they’ve ever seen before.

“Oh my Celestia...it’s an alicorn.” Said a male voice, blurred and distorted in said alicorn’s ears.

“Are you sure she’s an alicorn? I mean, look at the way she appears.” Said another.

“Yeah, look at that horn, and see those wings? She must be one.” Replied the first.

“Why is she...many colors at once? Surely, she isn’t normal.” Spoke a female voice.

“Yeah, just look at her legs. Not many ponies I know have that much fur down there.” Said the first male.

“And the tail. This mare looks like a Frankenpony.” Said the female.

“The cutie mark. I think it says it all.” The second male sighed.

“Seriously? They think I look weird? Why does everypony have to look the same?!“ The alicorn thought as tiredness took hold of her and dragged her into the realm of sleep.

“All I see is a criminal who needs to be detained.” Angrily stated the second male.

“True. What she did was inexcusable.” Said the first male.

“We need to tie her up and go get the Royal Guards.” Said the female, and the other two agreed as they produced ropes from saddlebags and tied the misfit alicorn up. They then flew off hastily to find help.