The CMC's Terrible Kindergarten Graduation

by CHahs98

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Tragedy, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 8150

A innocent idea for the kids of Ponyville, gone terribly wrong. This is definitely, without a doubt, a night to be remembered... but maybe not for the right reasons.

It's the graduation of the kindergarten class in Ponyville, and the town is celebrating by hosting a high school like graduation for the kids. The CMC have been looking forward to this night since it was announced, and are sure the night will be filled with fun, games, and laughter. What could possibly go wrong?

A few quick notes:
1. This is not, i repeat NOT, to be taken seriously AT ALL, don't even try, we already have.
2. This story takes place in an alternate universe where the CMC and their classmates are of kindergarten age, more specifically the ages of 4-5. And the Mane 6 are all in Ponyville, and are all friends before the return of nightmare moon.
3. This story was written based on a weird idea my friend and I thought of in a skype call, and involves weird ideas and occurrences, hence the random tag.
4. This is my first story, so while criticism is welcome, please make sure it is CONSTRUCTIVE. And if you want to dislike it, then please tell me why so I may improve in the future.
5. This story contains child death, rape, and overall mutilation. It also includes a terrifying appearance from G1.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-14 05:02:48 UTC

A "Fish" Tank to Remember

Mick walked backstage after he finished his speech, Lavender Rush followed in tow. His happy and flirty nature faded as soon as he was out of the audiences gaze. "Make sure you don't buck this up you twats. Unless of course you want to visit the 'tank'."

The children shuddered as they remembered the terrible things they saw when it was first shown to them.

Lavender Rush trotted back onto the stage and grabbed the microphone. "Alright everypony let's get going! First up we have..." She grabbed a jar and picked out a random picture of one of the students. "Miss Scootaloo! Come on out sweet heart!"

The filly calmly walked out to the center of the stage and took hold of the microphone. Every instinct in her body was telling her to run, but she knew if she did that, if she rebelled against him, everypony in her class would pay for it. So she did her best to hide the fear she was holding in, and gave her speech as best she could.

"I am so happy to finally be moving to first grade, as I will finally be able to learn things that actually matter. No more ABC's, am I right everypony?" The cute attempt of a joke got a few chuckles from the crowd. Scootaloo did her best to laugh along, but her laugh ended up sounding more like a whimper of something trying to crawl away and hide.

"I just don't think I can express how glad I am to be out of this class, let me tell you I-" she suddenly felt a menacing pair of eyes staring at her, and she knew she was treading on dangerous ground. "I-I mean, not th-that there is anything wrong with the class, heh heh." She started to sweat and nervously laugh, trying to cover her fear as it began to boil even more.

"And now," Lavender began. "we wil have Scootaloo show you all what she has learned over the year in our class, by reciting her ABC's!" The crowd playfully cheered the young pony on, although most of them would probably be asleep in there beds at this point.

Scootaloo began singing the ABC song to the crowd, as they listened with smiles on their faces, the adorable little filly making it too hard to not smile. Scootaloo was at T when she heard somepony from the crowd cheer her on. "You got this squirt, I know you got this!" Rainbow Dash shouted as she hovered above the ground. Scootaloo began to freeze, she had forgotten that Rainbow was even here. She was too nervous to continue, but she began to realize what was on the line if she stopped and messed this up. So she continued and began to sweat more. She frantically sped for the end of the song and bowed before leaving on the side of the stage.

Her friends ran up to congratulate her on a job well done, when a blue field of magic picked Scootaloo up off the ground. "That was a close one my little pony." Mick whispered softly into her ear, causing her to shudder. Suddenly a hoof struck her in the stomach and sent her flying across the floor, as she whimpered in pain. Mick stood over her and glared down at her. "It seems that you believe your bucking idol is more important than making sure everything runs smoothly, hmm?"

Scootaloo began to cry as she waited for the next attack to hit her, but it never came. She looked up to see Mick Dagger staring at the rest of the class. "It seems as though you all need a reminder, I guess now is as good a time as any to prepare the 'tank'. Stage hand, I need you to raise the curtain back here please."

"Of course sir." A mare slowly walked past the students and towards the curtain, but as she passed Diamond Tiara, she whispered into her ear. "I'm so sorry for you." Diamond Tiara looked at the mare puzzled, confused by what she meant by that.

"Wait, who are you, and why are you sorry for me?" Diamond Tiara called to the mare. The mare turned around to face her and lifted her face into the light shining through the ceiling. "How could any pony ever forget the best party thrower in Equestria?" She giggled as her fluffy pink mane bounced with life. "And as to what I mean? Meh you'll find out sometime in the future chapters."

Diamond Tiara stood mouth agape. "Pinkie?! What are you doing helping a guy like him?! And what do you mean by chapters?"

Pinkie giggled again. "You will get it soon don't worry about it." She began to raise the curtain and the children backed away in fear.

A tank of water was exposed to them, filled with what could only be described as creatures from nightmares. The children began to sob in fear and the creatures sang their ghastly tune.

"Call upon the sea ponies, when you're in distress!"

A Mutilation to Remember

Feather Weight, Silver Spoon, and Pipsqueak had all gone on stage and done their parts without a hitch. Mick was pleased, to say the least. It seemed to him that showing the sea ponies to the kids really gave them a new reason to do their best. In fact, it was going too well that he was beginning to grow bored as the night went on.

Lavender walked back on to the stage after leading Pip back to the group. Most of the crowd had left, only leaving the families of the class, and a few other ponies just enjoying the show, including Twilight and her friends.

"Next we have miss Diamond Tiara! Come on out little one, don't be shy." said Lavender, waving a hoof at Diamond, beckoning her to come over. Diamond wasn't one to get stage fright normally, but as she began to walk out on stage, she saw her father, Filthy Rich, not even paying attention to her. Instead, he was talking to the Mayor about some financial deal no doubt. The thought that her own father didn't care enough about his little filly to watch the silly little act hurt her more than it probably should have. She froze up at the mic, eyes starting to water, and nopony in the crowd knew why.

Mick on the other hoof was chuckling to himself back stage. He had gotten so bored, that he decided to make his own fun, and sabotage the filly's speech. Just before Pipsqueaks turn ended, he approached the Mayor, his plan already set in mind.

"Why hello Mr. Dagger, shouldn't you be back stage with the kids?" the Mayor asked, as the tuxedo clad stallion approached her.

"Don't worry; I'm sure Lavender has things under control for now. And would you stop with the 'mister' crap please? I can't stand formalities." Mick rolled his eyes as he finished, thinking of how nice it would be to give himself the satisfaction of magically snapping her annoying head around in a semi-circle.

"Say, I couldn't help but notice that Filthy Rich, was asking to strike a deal with you earlier, you should probably go find him quickly. He said something about, oh what was it... bah, I can't remember, why don't you go ask him yourself?"

The Mayor eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was up to anything, but then immediately forgot as she saw Filthy standing next to a hay bale, full to the brim with bits. The mare's mouth watered at the sight of all of the money, and was snapped out of her money induced trance when Mick nudged her side, a grin plastered upon his face. "Well? Go on now, wouldn't want to keep him waiting now would you?"

As the Mayor galloped over the rich stallion, Mick chuckled to himself as he trotted towards the stage. He mentally congratulated himself on a job well done and moved backstage, ready for the show to begin.

Now, Diamond Tiara stood on stage, unmoving and silent. The small crowd was silently waiting for the filly to continue, a quiet cough from within the crowd was the only sound to be heard. As the crowd waited, a mare at the front of the crowd pointed her hoof towards Diamond Tiara's hooves. "What's that stuff there?" The crowd shifted their gaze to where the hoof was pointed.

"Did she wet herself?" "Is that piss?" "OH MY WORD, THAT IS DISGUSTING!" Ponies that weren't related to any of the kids began leaving after seeing Diamond Tiara wet herself on stage, making the filly even more embarrassed, before she too ran away from the scene.

As she reached backstage, she ran into a blue object looming over her with a disapproving stare in its eyes. "You didn't do what was asked of you, Miss Tiara... I am very disappointed in you..." Mick lifted her in his magic and slammed her into the floor, shattering the wood she landed on. Mick peered over his shoulder, "Pinkie, come prepare our subject for insertion into the tank. While you do that, I will activate the soundproofing spell."

"Yes Sir Mr. Dagger!" Pinkie hopped over to Diamond Tiara, who still lay in a small pool of blood, with pieces of wood sticking from her. Pinkie leaned to her ear "I told you..." And Pinkie quickly conjured up a chair with straps on it from thin air, and strapped in Diamond Tiara, before attaching her to a hook positioned above the sea ponies' tank.

Mick walked up beside Pinkie. "Nice job Pinkie, you may leave if you wish, I shall take it from here." Pinkie replied in her normal cheery tone "Why would I do that, we're in this together right Mick?" Mick raised an eyebrow at the mare, and then grinned as he realized he may have himself a partner in crime by the end of the night.

"I like your enthusiasm Pinkie. Very well then, let's get this show on the road..." He pressed a button attached to the base of the hook, and the hook began to lower Tiara into the tank. "I'm so sorry that it had to come to this, my little pony, but these things must happen." Diamond started screaming as her body was submerged in the water, and all she heard before what happened was the song of the sea ponies.

The sea ponies began to rip her limbs off one by one with their sharp dragon like teeth they normally hid. After a few minutes, all that was left was Diamond's torso and head, either end of her body being furiously ravaged by sea ponies taking turns in her holes.

Mick walked away, pleased with himself, with Pinkie Pie in tow. They both began to laugh as they left the tank area and returned to the rest of the class...

A Performance to Remember

The children backstage had heard the screaming from where they stood, as the soundproofing spell was only meant to keep the noise backstage. When Mick and Pinkie came around the corner, they all shrunk back in fear. Mick looked to each of them and smirked.

"So, who wants to go next?" No answer came. "Oh what's wrong?" He looked back to the tank. "Ah, I see. Don't you worry your ugly little heads, I'm sure the rest of you will do better. And if not, well... I'm sure the Sea Ponies could use the company." He finished with a chuckle and strode over to Sweetie Belle. He looked down to her and asked, raising an eyebrow, "Have you gone yet?"

"N-n-no sir, not y-yet." She answered, shivering from how close he was. She noticed that instead of natural body heat that ponies gave off, Mick seemed to carry a coldness with him. "Well then, I do believe we have a volunteer, correct?" He eyed her, not really leaving the impression that she had much of a choice.

"Yes s-sir." Sweetie Belle mumbled as she began to make her way towards the stage. She cast a glance behind her to her friends, who returned it with a reassuring nod, but Sweetie could see past their smiles, she could see the worry for their friend, and she began to question how this happened in the first place. Why was Mick like this, why was he so... evil? She had asked herself this a lot more recently, and she could never find a reason. At times, Mick would actually seem to act pleasantly towards the children, but any hope for normality with him was soon squashed as he would return to his "normal" self shortly after. But she also noticed that in those moments where he seemed to be nicer, there was a tone of regret residing in his speech.

She wasn't sure why things had to be this way with him, but she didn't have any time to dwell on it at the moment. She stopped when she reached the edge of the curtain, waiting to be called to come out. Lavender, which had been busy with the kids all night, was still as energetic as ever, obviously oblivious to what was happening backstage. Lavender had been Mr. Dagger's assistant for the year of course, but he had always found a way to remove her from the scene just at the right time in order to carry out his acts of violence. She had never been there to see him lash out at the class, to see him unleash the rage that had haunted their dreams for so long now. It was no wonder why she was able to be so light hearted all of the time.

She reminded Sweetie of another pony with the same bubbly personality, or at least, so she thought. She couldn't figure out why Pinkie had gone along with Mick and help him do what they did to Diamond Tiara. Sure, she and her friends weren't exactly fond of the spoiled brat, but nopony deserved the fate she met. Sweetie Belle was broken out of her trance by a nudge on her shoulder.

"Come on Sweetie, it's your turn." Lavender said in her normal cheery tone. Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and stepped out onto stage. She did what everypony else before her did, give a short speech about what she experienced and how glad she was to be getting out of kindergarten. But then came the part she was most scared of messing up on, she had to sing. She had never sung in front of so many ponies, and when she did at all, it was in front of just the small class, or her sister. She wasn't sure she could perform in front of so many eyes, staring at her, gaining all of the attention of everypony there.

She stood there, unmoving, and started to breath heavily. She hadn't expected this many ponies at all, and now that she had all of their attention, she couldn't even open her mouth. As she stared back at the crowd, she saw her sister Rarity sitting with the rest of her friends. Rarity smiled at Sweetie Belle and mouthed the words.

"I believe in you Sweetie."

Sweetie smiled back at her sister and faced the rest of the crowd, ready to show them what she was capable of. Before she was about to start, she glanced behind her and sure enough, Mick was watching from the shadows as always. She started to worry about failing again, before she realized that more panic wouldn't help in her current situation.

She took a deep breath, and began to sing.

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I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Life is a maze, and love is a riddle

I don't know where to go

Can't do it alone

I've tried, but I don't know why

As she continued to sing, she noticed that the crowd was filled with smiles, entranced by the filly's voice.

Slow it down, make it stop

Or else my heart is going to pop

Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot

To be something I'm not

I'm a fool out of love

Cause I just can't get enough

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Life is a maze, and love is a riddle

I don't know where to go

Can't do it alone

I've tried, but I don't know why

At this point, Sweetie Belle had forgotten all about her fears she once had, only to find that a new feeling had invaded her soul, happiness. She couldn't explain it, but she felt as if this was where she belonged, on stage with a microphone. As if it had been what she was born to do.

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment

I'm so scared but I don't show it

I can't figure it out

It's bringing me down

I know, I've got to let it go

And just enjoy the show

The sun is hot in the sky

Just like a giant spotlight

The people follow the signs

And synchronize in time

It's a joke, nobody knows

They got a ticket to the show

Yeah

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Life is a maze, and love is a riddle

I don't know where to go

Can't do it alone

I've tried, and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment

I'm so scared but I don't show it

I can't figure it out

It's bringing me down

I know, I've got to let it go

And just enjoy the show

Just enjoy the show

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Life is a maze, and love is a riddle

I don't know where to go

Can't do it alone

I've tried, but I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment

I'm so scared but I don't show it

I can't figure it out

It's bringing me down

I know, I've got to let it go

And just enjoy the show

Dum De Dum, Duh Dum De Dum

Just enjoy the show

Duh Dum De Dum, Duh Dum De Dum

Just enjoy the show

I want my money back

I want my money back

I want my money back

Just enjoy the show

I want my money back

I want my money back

I want my money back

As she finished the last of the song, the crowd erupted into cheers, and then, all at once, gasped as a bright light flashed. Sweetie cocked her head to the side, wondering what they were all looking at, and then she heard more gasps from behind her. She turned to see what was happening behind her and saw Applebloom and Scootaloo standing there, mouths agape. "What is everypony staring at?" She asked, worried she had done something wrong, until Applebloom pointed to Sweetie Belle's flank.

"Huh? What are you-" She looked to her flank and added to the collection of gasps that had been started, as she gazed upon a heart with a microphone swirling around it. She couldn't believe it, she got her cutie mark! She couldn't wait to show her older sister, quite literally, as she turned to scan the crowd for her. But as she did, she really wished Rarity wasn't here, because she was trotting towards backstage, winking in Sweetie Belle's direction, coming to congratulate her sibling no doubt.

She glanced behind her once again, and saw that she wasn't the only pony to notice the incoming visitor. Mick glared at Sweetie Belle, before he walked backstage, preparing to meet his unwelcome guest. Panic began to flood Sweetie's mind as she realized what was about to happen. Her sister, the pony whom she had spent most of her life with, was about to come face to face with who she thought to be the most sadistic pony in Ponyville.

She didn't even want to think about what could happen if Rarity ran into Mick. Knowing him, it wouldn't be anything good. Then suddenly she remembered the tank, if Rarity saw that... She jolted off stage and ran to stop her sister, for if she saw what was backstage...

Mick would be sure to leave no witnesses.

A Tragedy to Remember

Sweetie Bell raced backstage, knocking over the other kids in her way. She passed Mick, who glared at her in return. Passing him reminded Sweetie why she needed to stop Rarity no matter what. Rarity was already at the backstage steps, making her way up to wooden platform.

"Rarity, wait!" Sweetie yelled to her older sibling.

"What's wrong Sweetie Belle? I was simply coming to congratulate you on getting your cutie mark! I still can't believe it, you finally found your talent, and what a talent it is might I add." Rarity said with a beaming smile, which then faltered when she saw the look of terror on her sister's face. "What is it Sweetie? You got your mark, right? So why the worried face, hmm?" Rarity raised an eyebrow, confused by her sister's attitude she was displaying.

Sweetie realized she still had the same expression of worry on her face, and quickly changed it to a smile, not wanting to give Rarity a reason to be curious about her actions. "Nothing sis, I'm just happy I got my mark." Sweetie responded, trying her best to hide the waver in her voice. Sadly, things didn't go as planned for her.

"You know you can't lie to me Sweetie Belle, I know you far too well for that to work. Though, you are still better at it than Applejack, not that it's anything to brag about of course. Anyways, I'm getting off topic, just what is wrong you today? You have been nervous all evening, which is reasonable considering you had to perform, but now? I don't quite get it, but I will figure out just what has gotten into you." She said with a stern expression, making it clear to Sweetie Belle that she was tired of her being untruthful.

Rarity walked past Sweetie Belle, her stern expression still in place. "I'm going to go talk to your teacher, maybe I could get an answer out of him." Sweetie Belle froze at this, and ran to catch her sister. "Rarity wait! I-I mean, you can't just come b-back here, y'know? The show is still going, and we should really keep from interrupting them, after all, they are nervous enough as it is, right?" She finished with a nervous chuckle, starting to sweat from fear.

"Nice try, but I thought I made it quite clear that you wouldn't be stopping me from finding out the truth." Rarity said as she continued to trot past Sweetie.

"OK, maybe this will be alright. I'm sure Mick, as mean as he is, wouldn't attack without reason, he didn't want any unnecessary attention after all." Sweetie thought, hopeful that things would go better than expected. She followed her sister, ready to be done with this until she saw where Rarity was walking to.

The tank.

"Rarity, stop, please!" Sweetie cried, but it was too late. Time seemed to slow for Sweetie Belle as her sister turned the corner, and froze on the spot.

There, in front of Rarity, was the terrible tank the kids had learned to fear. A extremely loud shriek filled the air as Rarity gazed upon the monsters inside the tank. The sea ponies were still ravaging what was left of Diamond Tiara's body, entire splits running up her body from her broken holes. The sea ponies turned to face the intruder and hissed. Sweetie had never been gladder that the sea ponies were restrained behind their glass prison.

"Well, I don't remember inviting guests back her, Miss Rarity..." A voice sounded behind them, a sadistic tone filling the air, making Sweetie and her sister shiver in fear.

They turned to see Mick standing behind them, his head lowered, his golden eyes burning into their souls. "That was quite the sound Miss Rarity, you even managed to startle me a bit from the suddenness of it. But just a little until I thought to myself, 'That doesn't sound like a child at all.' Seems I get to have some more fun after all." He finished with a sly grin.

"You monster! How could you do this to these poor children?! Now I see why Sweetie Belle is always scared to come to your class. How long have you been doing this to them?! Is this the reason why nopony has seen Twist for the past year?! Well guess what? This ends today, I am fairly certain that someone heard me scream, and the guards will be here to arrest you shortly." Rarity yelled at him, tears running down her face and ruining her makeup.

The response she got wasn't quite what she had expected. She had expected him to try to run away, attack or, no matter how unlikely, surrender. Instead, what she got chilled her to the bone.

He laughed.

He laughed for what seemed like hours, before they slowly turned into maniacal uproar. When he calmed down, he smirked and looked Rarity in the eye. "You really take me for a fool, don't you? You didn't think I had planned for this? I had the entirety of the backstage soundproofed from the second I saw you prancing over here to speak with your dear sibling. Congrats by the way pumpkin, nice cutie mark." He finished with a genuine smile, but that only lasted for a split second, before it changed back into his usual deranged smirk.

Rarity, now furious, stepped in front of her sister. "You don't get the right to speak to her like that, you two faced ruffian! Prancing about all day like nothing is wrong, deceiving us all, well enough is enough! I am leaving with my sister, and your crimes will come to fruition!" She said with a death stare, before walking past Mick towards the exit with her sister.

She had just left the tank room when she was yanked back by her hair and onto the floor, landing with a loud thud. Rarity grunted as her back took the brunt of the force. She looked up to see Mick towering over her, a stern look on his face.

"You want to know why I haven't been caught yet, Miss Rarity? It's because I have one, simple, rule." He leaned down, enough so that he was gazing straight into her eyes. "I never, leave any one to tell the tale." He said, before he gripped Rarity's throat in his magical grasp, pulling her off of the ground, before he plowed his left hoof into her stomach, letting her fly backwards and smacking into the wall.

Rarity wheezed, unable to breathe after the powerful strike. She managed to regain her breath, and shakily stood up, glaring at Mick. She charged him, galloping with her head lowered, with the intention of stabbing him with her horn in her mind. Mick side stepped the attack, before grabbing her horn, and forcefully punching it with his other hoof, rendering her magic useless for the time being.

Rarity tumbled over, receiving a vicious pain in her head from the attack to her horn. She tried to use her magic to lift a nearby chair to attack Mick with. Instead, she ended up doing more damage to herself, as the extra energy she spent trying to use a levitation spell only worsened the pain in her head. She tried to stand herself back up, before the chair she had previously tried to levitate slid to her, ending up under her horn.

Before she could comprehend why Mick had given her the chair, she heard a sickening CRACK, followed by a earth shattering cry of pain from her. Mick had stood on his hind legs, and stomped on the bridge Rarity's horn had created with the chair, snapping her horn right off, the screams she let loose pleased him immensely. He picked her up again in his magic, and pinned her to the wall, before he started beating her viciously, landing blow after blow all over her body, leaving her a quivering mess when he finished.

He laughed at his handy work, before he felt a soft pounding on his back. Turned to see Sweetie Belle riding his back with tears streaming freely, trying her best to beat him as best as she could hope to, given her size. His expression softened as he lifted her off of his back, and floated her across the room. "You should just stay out of the way, if you know what is best for you Sweetie Belle." He said with a stern expression, though Sweetie could see past it, and what she saw was the same regret she had seen all of those other times.

He blocked her path with random objects from around them, preventing her from interfering any longer. With her out of the way, Mick turned his gaze back to his prey. Rarity was on the ground, blood flowing from her mouth, along with gashes and bruises from Mick's assault. "Now, what to do with you?" Mick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rarity, lifted her head, sobbing, and looked him in the eyes, silently pleading him to stop. Mick looked down upon her, before grinning, and leaning down to her ear. "You know, I always did find you to be quite beautiful, Miss Rarity. But I am sure that is no surprised to you, seeing as how you seem to know you have the stallions of this town wrapped around your hoof, especially that little dragon that hangs out with the librarian. What was his name again, Spike?" Mick stood back up, and looked down to her again.

"It is a shame, I know he has feelings for you, and you seem to know this as well apparently, always using it to your advantage, making him help you with the most remedial tasks, leading him on with the hopes of something more with you. You played with his feelings, and you know it. But, you know what's even worse? You enjoyed leading him on, knowing fully well what you were doing, and for what? So you didn't have to get your hooves dirty? You are truly pathetic." Mick ended with a kick to the side of her head, knocking her out.

Rarity awoke from unconsciousness, only to find herself tied to a post, her hind legs spread by two more posts. She looked around nervously, calling for help, but to no avail.

"What a predicament you seem to be in, eh Miss Rarity?" A voice that caused her to freeze spoke behind her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized what was going on.  She tried to speak to him, but found she was currently unable to, as a ball gag was tied to her. Her pleading cries falling onto the ears of Mick as little more than panicked mumbling.

"You really shouldn't talk with your mouth full; I would have thought that you of all ponies would understand that. Anyways, it appears you have caught on to my intentions, and well, I would like to say that, I hope you have fun with this." He leaned in and whispered to her. "Because I know I will..." He finished with a flick of his tongue on her cheek, causing the fashionista to flinch in disgust.

Mick moved between her hind legs, and gazed upon his prize. He walked forward and leaned down, placing his mouth on her slit. He started to place kisses up and down her slit, smirking when he saw her try to hold back, not letting him have the pleasure of knowing what he was doing was working. But he could see past her terrible act, and knew that whether she wanted it to or not, it felt good for her as well.

Mick spread her lips with his magic, and darted his tongue inside of her moist mare hood, eliciting a groan from the mare, who was still trying to plead him to stop. Each time she tried to get him to stop, he would go further into her, or he would use one of his hooves to fondle her rear entrance.

Rarity didn't know what to do at this point, she knew this was wrong but she couldn't deny the fact that he was good at pleasuring a mare, but this didn't justify his actions. Rarity tried to break one of her forehooves out of the rope that held it, until Mick noticed and bit softly on her clit, causing her to arch her back and moan, losing herself in a world of un-wanted pleasure. She couldn't deny it anymore, she liked the pleasure she was getting, the feeling of being dominated by a stallion. But that is where her enjoyment stopped, she everything else about this situation, the stallion, the circumstances, the lack of consent. She just wanted him to get it over with at this point, so she could go home and cry herself to sleep.

Eventually, Mick had come to grow tired of playing around, so he placed his forehooves on either side of her head, and got into position, his member protruding from it's sheathe. Slowly, he slid himself into her moist depths, feeling her walls clench around his member. He was able to fit all of him into her, and then started to pull back out. Once his tip was the only part still inside, he slammed back into her roughly, causing her to whimper.

He continued this for a few minutes, before he finally got into a fast and rough pace, pulling out and slamming in quickly enough to make it seem as if he were a wild animal. Rarity was still whimpering each time he slammed back into her, the pain overcoming the pleasure she had once been experiencing.

"You know, I wonder just how much I can fill you with... Care to experiment?" Mick asked, putting on his traditional smirk.

It took Rarity a moment to figure out just what it was he meant when he said that, but when she realized it, she began to panic, frantically searching for a way to escape before he finished. She didn't want him to finish at all, and definitely not inside of her.

Her thought wandered to Spike, wondering where he was and what he would do in this situation. She began to imagine him bursting throughout the door, wearing shining silver armor, coming to rescue her from this maniac. She thought of how Spike would best Mick in a battle, saving her in the end. Too bad it was all a fantasy, she knew Spike wasn't coming, neither were any of her friends. The only pony coming here was Mick, she thought.

Wait, what?! She screamed in her head, realizing that he was starting to shiver, as he went as deep as he could into her, and released his warm, sticky seed into her. Mick stayed in her, emptying himself completely, panting as he started to pull out. When he was fully out of Rarity, a river of fluids started to flow out of her, pooling onto the floor below her.

"Well... I think we... Are done here." Mick said, still panting. He turned to walk away, making his exit.

Rarity shouted, as best she could with the gag, for him to untie her. Mick whipped around when he realized he forgot about her. "Oh, of course, however could I have forgotten about you?" He walked to her side, taking off her gag. "Better?"

"You better untie me now or else you will regret you ever even touched me you bastard!" Was the first thing Rarity spat out at Mick, who in turn, chuckled at her outburst.

"Now you see why I had that gag in the first place, I didn't want to hear that the whole time, that would've just ruined the fun." He said with a smirk, which changed into a blank stare a few seconds later. "It seems you have no use to me anymore. What a disappointment. Oh well, at least we had some fun, right Rarity?"

"Well that means I can go now, correct? You don't need me anymore; I've outlasted my use, what point is there in keeping me any longer?" Rarity added, hopeful that she could just get out of this hell hole.

"No, I'm afraid not. You have seen too much, my little pony, and now, it is time we said our goodbyes..." He conjured up a mana dagger and pressed it to her throat. "Goodbye, Miss Rarity. Don't worry about Sweetie Belle; I will make sure she will be in good hooves."

Rarity started to sob at the mention of her little sister, the thought that she would never be able to see her again, that she would never see the good mare she knew she would become. "Please, don't do this, I am begging you, don't make me leave them, I don't want to go, please!" Rarity was sobbing uncontrollably, her voice wavering as she spoke.

Mick simply stared at her and said, "I'm sorry..." Before he dug his mana dagger into her neck and cut across her throat, causing Rarity to gag and choke, blood seeping from the new opening in her throat. Her face went whiter than usual, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Then, she faded away, slowly drooping until she lay there, motionless in front of Mick.

Mick looked at the fresh corpse before him, and turned to leave. He would let someone find this, she deserved a burial after all. But he had to prepare, it wouldn't be long until ponies made the connection, or the kids started to tell guards what they knew. So he had to be ready to run, or to fight...

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The next day, Twilight and her friends were still searching for Rarity. No pony had seen her since yesterday, and they were starting to get worried.

"Does any pony have any idea where she might have gone? Any at all?" Twilight asked, hoping someone would have a good idea as to the whereabouts of the fashionista.

"Ah thought ah saw her goin ta congratulate Sweetie Belle on her cutie mark, last ah checked." Applejack suggested, hoping that this was as good a lead as any.

Before anypony could consider the possibility, Spike had bolted to the stage. Deconstruction hadn't been started yet, so it was still intact. Spike was hoping to find some clues as to where she might've gone. He reached the backstage entrance and walked in. He didn't seem to notice anything at first, until he noticed red stains marking the wood leading into another room. Curious, and a bit worried, he followed the trail to the other room.

When he rounded the corner, he broke immediately. There was Rarity, tied up and beaten, with a large gash in her throat, blood having made a trail on her white coat.

Spike dropped to his knees and began to sob, ignoring the hoof steps behind him. He heard a collection of gasps, sobbing, and vomiting behind him, but that didn't matter to him. What did matter, was that before him, lay the body of the love of his life, and he never even told her.

His sorrow was replaced by a new feeling...

Rage.

He roared a roar that shook the ground beneath him, and he began to grow taller. When he finished growing, he was taller than his friends, who looked on in awe. Green flames flickered in his mouth, as he thought of one, simple, goal.

He was going to kill whoever did this, and nothing would stop him.

A Night to Remember

Ponyville Kindergarten Graduation Night

“Scootaloo hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Sweetie Belle said as she grabbed her backpack from downstairs.

“Hold on will you?! I already told you, I need to make sure I look as cool as I can in front of Rainbow Dash, and that takes lots of preparation!” She yelled back.

“Has anypony seen my bow? I can’t leave without it!” Applebloom yelled across the hall.

It was a frantic afternoon at Carousel Boutique, as the three little fillies rushed around the store. It was the night of their kindergarten graduation, and all the kids around Ponyville were scurrying around trying to get ready, while parents were about ready to off themselves from the child-sized chaos.

Scootaloo came trotting down the stairs, dressed in a black leather jacket and red rimmed shades, Sweetie Belle was dressed in a red dress, made by her older sister, and Applebloom was wearing nothing but her standard pink bow in her hair.

Applebloom glanced between her two friends and quickly came to a conclusion. "You both look ridiculous." she said with a deadpan face.

"Well at least we actually tried to look our best." Sweetie Belle replied with an unamused stare.

"Look, we can argue over our wardrobe choices later, but for now, we need to get going. We really shouldn't be late for this, who's with me?"

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom glanced at each other and nodded. "Then lets get going girls!" Scootaloo cheered as they ran out the door of the boutique, only to stop dead in their tracks.

As the three friends stood outside of the store, the sight they saw made them freeze. Buildings were in flames, ponies were screaming in anger at the children running amok. In the middle of town, was the mayor, trying her best to calm the citizens down.

“Mares and gentlecolts! Please remain calm! The kindergarten graduation is no reason to be acting this way!” She shouted as a dagger flew by her head and landed on the wall beside her.

The mayor shrieked as the knife hit the wall, and looked to her side to see a stallion standing there laughing. He had a blue coat and a fiery orange mane, his eyes a darkened gold.

“Mister Dagger, this is not the time for your target practice! You should be getting your students to the school and getting them to remain calm!”

The stallion grinned at her. “You know you can just call me Mick, right? And besides, it’s so much fun to see the little ones all riled up, driving parents insane, wouldn’t you agree mayor?” he said, chuckling as he saw the mayors angry glare.

“Am I the only pony trying to fix things here?!” She shouted, wishing this would all just fix itself so she could go anywhere else but here.

“Don’t worry mayor, we’re trying our best to keep the town from going into madness, you can count on us!” The mayor turned her head to see Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Rarity standing together.

But as soon as they finished speaking, everything went calm and quiet. The group of friends looked around to see the kids nonchalantly walking towards the school stage. They all stood there mouths agape at the sudden change in behavior, as Twilight stared on with a deadpan expression.

“Why do i get the feeling this night is only going to get stranger?”

Little did she know she was beyond correct.

Lights lit the stage as the five friends approached it, loud techno music began to play from large speakers on either side of the stage, courtesy of their resident DJ, Vinyl Scratch. The kindergarten teacher walked onto the stage wearing a overly fancy suit and top hat, grinning as he twirled a cane in his magic.

"Fillies and gentlecolts, welcome to the graduation of this years Ponyville kindergarten class!" he said into a microphone, taking off his to hat and smirking when he heard a few cat calls from some mares in the crowd. "It seems a few of you may already know me, but for those of you who have the misfortune of not knowing me, allow me to fix that for you. My name is Mick Dagger, but you may call me Mick, if you wish." Mick chuckled as he heard even more cat calls and cheers from the crowd, though as the crowd quieted down, he heard a stallion call from the crowd. "We love you Mick!"

"Woah now buddy, let us not forget there are kids here, shall we? Now that we are acquainted, please allow me to introduce you to my lovely assistant, Lavender Rush!" A mare walked out onto the stage, her lavender coat shining in the light, as her blue and light purple mane bounced with each step she took. Now was the stallions turn to whistle at the new appearance on stage.

"Hello everypony, it is so nice to be here tonight! I can't even begin to tell you how much fun it has been watching these kids grow throughout the year, and I hope that Mr.Dagger here will allow me to continue to do so with future generations to come." She said to the crowd, her voice sounding almost as bubbly and excited as everypony's favorite party thrower in Ponyville.

"Well now," Mick began. "with introductions out of the way, shall we begin?" The crowd stomped the floor in excitement. "Well, i'm convinced, let's get this show on the road! Fillies and colts, I give you... this year's kindergarten graduates!"

The curtains on stage began to open, and the class stood behind it. While some were more excited than others, they could all agree on one thing. They could not mess up with Mr.Dagger there, unless they wanted to face the consequences.

Epilogue

After Rarity's death, each and every one of Ponyville's citizens was hit hard by the tragic event; even more so were the friends of the fashionista. Sweetie Belle had been missing ever since the news got out, and nopony seemed to have a clue as to where she had gone. Spike had joined in on the royal guard's investigation into her murder, hoping to find the culprit before the guards did, so that he could subject them to his own form of torture.

But that didn't his mind off of his newest companion.

Loneliness.

After his sudden increase in size, the town was weary of approaching the dragon. Even though he was still the same baby dragon everypony knew and loved, his size was a lot for ponies to take in. The only friends he had until the town realized he wasn't a threat were Twilight, AJ, Rainbow, and Fluttershy. Nopony knew where Pinkie was; all that was known was that she was a stagehand for the graduation. That fact didn't sit well with the royal guards or the victim's friends.

At the moment, Pinkie was one of the royal guard's suspects, as she too disappeared after last night. But there was one more suspect on their list, the children's teacher, Mick Dagger.

Ponies had seen him at his house earlier in the day, but he seemed to disappear as well.

Right now, the town was gathering at the town cemetery, for Rarity's funeral and burial service. Each of the friends and family of the deceased had given their final goodbyes to her.

Her friends sat in the front row, each of them already tearing up. Spike sat at the very back, not wanting to get in the way of anypony. Even though the town was uneasy about spike at the moment, they all knew how important Rarity was to the dragon... and they didn't want to anger a dragon double their size when he was already visibly angered and saddened.

The unicorn in charge of the burial said his final words, and lowered the coffin into the ground. Spike and his friends broke down at this, sobbing openly, as were many of the attendees. Afterwards, a stone slab, cut into the shape of a diamond, and magically set into the ground.

After the service, everypony went to their homes to grieve, except Spike.

Spike sat in front of the tombstone, staring at it, hoping that he would wake up from this dream. All of his attention was on the grave, so he didn't notice the pony approaching behind him.

He felt a hoof touch his shoulder, and turned his head to see an adult female pony with white fur; her face hidden by a black hood.

He reached over to pull back her hood. "Can I help you, Miss..." He gasped when he pulled back the hood to see a familiar face.

"Sweetie Belle, you can call me Sweetie Belle."