Martyred For Naughtby Mist ShakerChaptersAntipathyReverenceIndulgence part 1InvasionJusticeIndulgence part 2 (Revised Version)AntipathyAntipathy Rockslide, a dark gray male earth pony who had a long black mane hanging just over his eyes, had been having anger issues ever since his only family had passed away two years ago, nopony that knew him could get through to him, even the princesses are struggling with getting through to him, but no, none of their counseling could douse the craving he now had for pain, suffering and blood. As he was heading home one day, he kept an eye out for the perfect ‘stress relief’ source until finally, he found a cream colored mare with a multi-hued red mane and a rose for a cutie mark. Taking her by surprise, he stealthily approached her from behind her and knocked her unconscious with his forehoof and began dragging her back to his home and down to his basement where a chair awaited it’s unlucky occupant to be strapped in. Moments later, the mare awoke and looked around to see that the only light illuminating the room was the one hanging above her leaving shadows all around. “Wh-where am I?! Who are you?! Wh-what do you want from me?!” she screamed and struggled against the bonds that held her to the chair as she spotted Rockslide. “Let me go!” “Hah, nice try, Roseluck, your luck just ran out.” Rockslide replied from the shadows before he stepped into the light. “Wh-What?! No… No, no… Nononono… No! Somepony Help!” Roseluck screamed. “Go ahead, scream. Nopony will ever hear you.” Rockslide said with a maniacal grin as he slammed his hoof into the side of her muzzle, eliciting a loud, pained yelp from Roseluck as her lip opened, blood streaming gently down her chin. The mare exclaimed, jerking forwards in some sad attempt to make the pain go away. As helpless as she was, every nerve in Rose’s body made her want to leave. Rockslide took her hoof in his. “Now, Roseluck…” She just stared at him. “Wha-” The interruption was caused by her torturer pulling her foreleg from its socket. He twisted and twisted, then bent the limb backwards. There was a sick crack as the entire appendage went limp. Rose screamed endlessly, her voice quickly hoarse. The mare was on the verge of a blackout from the sudden bursts of pain. Rockslide watched the tears stream down her cheeks, her entire body racked with pitiful sobs. He got on her face. “Shut up! Nopony can fucking hear you.” Roseluck fell silent, sobs turning into short gasps. Her eyes were shut tight. Rockslide decided to remedy that; he took a flathead screwdriver and dug it under her eyelid. The mare panicked and thrashed, and the tip lodged itself into the soft flesh. She wailed and shook her head free as Rock swore. The screwdriver hit the floor with a clang as blood flowed from Rose’s right eye. She kept rocking back and forth in agony, just before Rockslide slapped her. “Stupid girl! If you’d hold still, that wouldn’t happen.” She ignored him this time, muttering and quietly asking why. Tears and life-force flowed down her cheeks, one of which was crimson. That eye was shut, the other staring at Rock. Said colt picked up the screwdriver and pointed at her with it. “Quit fucking around.” She just nodded, then uttered ever so weakly, “Don’t hurt me…” All the earth pony did was laugh. “We’re beyond the point of hurting.” He put the tool on a table; it was metal and shiny and had various carpenters’ equipment on it. He picked up a hammer and grabbed a nail with his teeth. The stallion approached Roseluck and set the hammer next to her undamaged hoof. She started struggling, but the bonds held her tight. With one hoof, Rockslide balanced the nail on hers. With the other hoof, he brought the hammer down. The force drove the nail through her hoof and the arm of the chair. The tip stuck out the bottom, blood dripping from it little by little. That was enough to send the poor girl into a blackout. Rock sighed. He leveled the head of the hammer with Rose’s cunt. The grey pony gently prodded the entrance, causing her to stir. The head of the hammer, where it was smooth, was pushed inside. This was just enough to make her eye open. Rock saw this and smirked. The claw went in smoothly, but was then turned upwards. It got hooked on the roof of the mare’s sex, who then gasped in pain. She started to protest as Rockslide pulled the hammer back, tearing the flesh and spilling blood onto the chair. Rose was at the point of pissing herself, and on the verge of vomiting. Her screaming wasn’t as loud as before; her throat couldn’t handle it. Rock wasn’t done with the viscera-coated hammer. He looked at the hoof with the nail in it, then slammed the tool down as hard as he could. He relished in the sounds coming from the bleeding mare. He did it over and over, watching the bone crack and open, more of her life-force leaving her body. The hoof was completely in two; strings of flesh were the only things keeping them together. He set the tool down and grabbed either one, then pulled them in opposite directions. The thrashing and struggling mare was trying her absolute best to headbutt him, but he was just a little too far away. Her horn started glowing. Rockslide looked up. “No.” He picked up a hacksaw. Roseluck stared in horror. “Oh, God. No! No-” Rock hit her in the snout, drawing a trickle of blood. He grinned and pressed the saw against her horn, then started cutting with a back-and-forth motion. Rose shrieked and turned her head, the hacksaw expending a dull pain. A thought came to Rockslide. He stopped sawing and patted her head. “Do me a favor. You’re bleeding absolutely, positively, every-fucking-where. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t.” The mare didn’t bother trying to disguise her sigh of relief. Her horn started to glow. “Now, don’t abuse the leniency I’m giving you.” he said. Rock watched the rivers of blood stop flowing. He was about to say something when the two of them heard a sharp rap on the front door. “Don’t you say a single word… Understand?” The cream-colored mare nodded gently, partially because she had a crick in her neck and partially because if she tried raising her voice anyways she’d lose it. Rock traveled up the stairs behind Roseluck and pushed the big wardrobe aside. It was on wheels, but was just low enough to the floorboards that nopony would think to try and move it. He went from the bedroom to the hallway and eventually into the living room, where he peeked through the eyehole. There was a blue mare outside whose mane had a multitude of colors. The grey earth pony opened the door and smiled. “Evening. Little late, isn’t it?” She nodded. “I was just, uh… l was looking for my friend.” “To be honest with you, I haven’t seen her.” Rockslide replied. “Oh, umm… Okay, just wondering ‘cause she came up missing today. I’m just worried about her.” the mare replied. “Well, I’ll let you know if I catch her.” he smiled as she waved “goodbye.” Rock watched as the mare left, thankful that she hadn’t figured him out before closing the door and heading back to the room he had left Roseluck in. He moved the wardrobe back to the best of his ability, gratified when he found it wouldn’t move any further. Neatly put it back in place. He turned and trotted around Rose, looking her in the face. She was trying to avoid his gaze, but ultimately failed. They held each other in their looks for just a moment before Rockslide held up a lighter with a sly smirk. Rose furrowed her brow. “What are you going to do with that…?” she asked hoarsely. Rock just lit it and held the flame next her wounded eye. The mare recoiled, but didn’t get far. She struggled and continually moved away from the little fire, but managed to trap herself. Rose caved in and screamed, “Stop! Please, stop!” The heat left. She shut her good eye, only partially wondering why she wasn’t crying. She opened both eyes, as it was habit, and the sight of it actually made Rock’s eyes widen slightly. Retina fell from her eye socket and went down her blood-covered cheek, turning that side of her face white and various shades of pink. Roseluck was successful in crying this time. There was hardly any noise involved; just meek gasps and the sound of tears hitting the floor. Rockslide looked at the various tools he had on the table, then turned to the mare and grabbed her leg. “Rose, would you like to stand and stretch?” She looked at him in surprise and nodded. He didn’t do as she expected by grabbing a knife and pressing the blade longways into her inner-joint, cutting the tendons that might’ve allowed it to move. This time the poor girl was in no position to move the affected area out of the way. She couldn’t help but scream at Rock, who was slowly starting to get annoyed with all the noise. After a moment or two he cast the blade aside and sat back, admiring his handiwork. Life-force trailed down her leg from the joint. He cut the rest of the rope that held her in place and stood back, watching as she leaned forward and smacked into the cement floor. Roseluck tried standing. She really did. The lack of mobility in her left hind-leg made it near impossible, instead leaving her to crawl around on the floor. It was highly amusing, pitiful as she was. Rock trotted over to her. “Feeling better?” She nodded, if not to humor him. “Heal the cuts.” he said, and watched as she did so. “Now, you’ve lost a lot of blood. I’m going to try and refrain from making you bleed too much, but that doesn’t mean I’m getting soft.” He trotted up behind Rose and flipped her over on her back. She shrunk down mentally and physically, submitting, but obviously against being tortured any longer. Rock bowed his head and kissed her cheek, preferably the clean one, then stepped on her stomach with a hind-leg. She groaned and started to turn on her side. The stallion took a few steps back and then stomped down on her cunt, smirking a little when she screamed and crawled away. Rockslide bit down on her tail, then dragged her back. She kicked at him with her working leg, but it was futile. Rockslide slapped Rose. “Stop that.” She complied. He looked up and down the mare’s body, which still managed to be beautiful considering the damage it had sustained. Her torso was still largely untouched. Rock licked her muzzle, his member gradually hardening. He thrust into her abused sex, noticing and enjoying the entrance’s mangled roof. As he bucked his hips, the flesh started to tear, opening further and allowing blood to flow. It served as a lubricant. Rock scarcely noticed her screaming; he failed to care. Her back arched, body shaking as she sobbed aloud. After a few minutes of this, Rock pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach. The mare started to back away. She started wiping the semen off, but it clung to her hoof and ended up forming long, white strings. Rock laughed at her, then tossed a wet rag over. She started cleaning herself off. The juices adopted a brown accent, and the liquid from the rag got stuck in her fur. She groaned and threw it away. “There was oil on that-” She didn’t finish the sentence. A match landed on her stomach and lit the oil, burning the fur in seconds and searing her flesh. Rose rolled and attempted to put it out. She was successful in the end, but not before having severe burns. The air smelled of smoke, blood, and charred meat. Roseluck wanted to black out again, but the constant pain from her seared nerves kept her awake. Rockslide sauntered over and stood over Rose. “I hope you’re not too cold.” She spit in his face. “That wasn’t very polite.” Rock said sarcastically, before pissing on her burns. The foul urination gave Rose just enough pain-induced energy to start slinking away again. Rock let her, watching as the mare stopped to cry into her hooves, weak and half-dead. He turned to Roseluck and quickly reminded her not to heal unless she was bleeding. Rockslide wrapped his tools up in a cloth and held them in his teeth as he trotted up the stairs, then turning to lock the door and put the wardrobe in place. As he left, Rose figured she’d bend the rules slightly and dull the pain. She crawled over and rested her head on the chair. Viscera was in the seat and in the floor mixing with the urine. She didn’t care; she was tired. Upstairs, Rock was in bed, pleased with himself. He whispered, “Maybe tomorrow… Maybe I’ll kill her.” Author's Note I had my doubts about this one the first time I posted, so I took it down, but now it's back and it's never gonna die. You know the drill. Vote, comment and the like. ReverenceReverence Rockslide’s eyes opened. It was early morning, at about eight o’clock. He got up, headed into the guest room, moved the wardrobe, then went down the staircase. “Rooooose, get up.” he said a little too cheerfully. He watched as she stirred, her wounds less evident. She’d been healing all night, until eventually having passed out. "Now Rose, what have I told you about abusing your healing privilege?" He said as he stalked closer to the unicorn. Roseluck sat up quickly. "I’m sorry! Please don't hurt me… I-I won't do it again…” Rose pleaded weakly. "I only meant to use enough magic to dull the pain so I could sleep." Rockslide shrugged and brandished a machete out from his cloth of tools. He stared at her and raised it. “You were fun, really. I almost don’t want to have to do this, but I’ve practically broken you to the point of no return.” He started to bring the blade down. "Wait! Please no, I have a proposal… Please, don't kill me just yet…” Rockslide lowered the blade. “I’m listening. Make it count.” She slid back a pace. “If you’ll let me live, I’ll…” Rose faltered. She couldn’t believe what she was about to suggest. “I’ll… Help.” Rock cocked his head. "And by this, you mean… What, exactly?” She sighed. “Are you… Are you going to do this to another pony…?” He nodded. “Let me help, in exchange for-” she began, but was interrupted. “Alright, assistant. Stay here, don’t get into anything you shouldn’t be. I’ll be back with a little something.” He turned and then hesitated. Rock said over his shoulder, “If you try to escape, I’ll kill you without hesitation. Capturing you last night was easy, so obviously the process can be repeated.” Rose swallowed a lump in her throat, then said meekly, "U-understood." Rockslide continued up the stairs and moved the wardrobe back. He didn’t expect it to stop her, but maybe she’ll obey him. He trotted out of the house and made his way out of town. Ponies bustled about, and he spotted the children at the schoolyard. He was good with names and knew most citizens in town; his next target was the one that stood out to him: Applebloom. He set his creative ideas aside and trekked to the Everfree Forest. The entire trip took fifteen minutes to Zecora’s hut. He knocked, she opened. It was almost like Rockslide was civil. “Good morning, Rockslide. What service can I provide?” He looked around. “I need a potion of sorts. Something to increase the power of a unicorn’s magic.” The zebra cocked a brow and pulled various things down from shelves; flowers, other potions, powders, the like. Things you’d expect to see in Zecora’s hut. She unceremoniously tossed things into a kettle started mixing and hammering with what appeared to be a big pestle. “What will you be doing with this potion? You have yet to give me a notion.” Rock just shrugged. “It’s just a personal thing between… Me and a friend.” He silently hoped Zecora wouldn’t give the hesitation any thought. She didn’t, instead placing the newly-made elixir in a bag and hoofing it over. “No need to pay; I’m feeling generous today.” The grey earth pony thanked her and left, eager to tell Roseluck his evolving plan for the fillynapping. Hiking through the forest, Rockslide stumbled across a field of Poison Joke. He grinned and picked a few by the stems, placing them face-down in the bag. The stallion’s thoughts slowly rotated until he thought of what drove him to this. Loss and pain. Suffering to the point where he had been admitted to counseling with the princesses. He hoofed it out of the forest and down the dirt road back to the town, mentally making preparations and arranging them processionally in a neat and concise order. *** Roseluck pushed the wardrobe aside and slowly made way into the kitchen, hobbling on three legs. She opened drawers and cabinets in search of silverware. After a minute or so of looking, she procured a steak knife and held it in her teeth, closing everything back before waddling her way to the bedroom where she assumed Rockslide slept. The covers were askew and there were item perched atop a dresser at the foot of the bed. Rose wedged the blade in-between the mattress frame and the dresser, making certain it wouldn’t be seen unless the furniture was moved for some reason. Everything was in place. Rose went into the guest room and stood on the stairs, deciding the best course of action as far as pulled the wardrobe back into place. She went down the staircase and picked up the screwdriver that had nearly lobotomized her. The cream-colored mare trotted up and positioned the driving-end under the lip of the wardrobe, slowly bringing it to its place in front of the door. It got within inches of its original place before the lip snapped. It had been hastily and poorly glued on. Rose swore. “Think, Roseluck…” Then it hit her. She dropped the screwdriver and went back down to the basement, where she grabbed a few nails from their box and the hammer. Up again, Rose used the screwdriver to hold the lip still, slightly elevated so the nails could catch the backside of the furniture. No, that wouldn’t work. “Mother of fuck!” Rockslide would notice the lip sticking out. Another idea came to her. She paced around the wardrobe and opened it. Empty. Perfect. Mixing magic and strength, Rose very carefully laid the wardrobe down on its front, so the bottom was given a wide enough birth to hammer the nails in. She held the light-weight lip in its correct position with her magic and balanced a nail on her hoof. “This leg is useless…” With that, Rose held the nail up with her magic as well, tiring her out. With her good foreleg, which was no longer broken due to the continuous healing all night, she hammered the nail in. The mare repeated the process until three of the metal spikes were holding the lip in place. Problem solved. Roseluck relied on her own strength to stand the wardrobe back up, which was difficult and made her back ache. Nevertheless, the job was done. Now, to try again with the screwdriver. *** Rockslide unlocked the front door and trotted in, setting the bag on the kitchen counter, but taking the vial. He made way to the guest room and moved the furniture away from the door. He approached Rose. She was sitting in the chair she’d been tortured in, looking a little defeatedly at the mess on the floor. He whistled and gave her the potion. “Drink some of that.” She obliged, and suddenly looked a bit less tired. “Heal up. We’re going out tonight to get our new friend.” Rose nodded as her horn glew, the pain subsiding and the wounds stitching themselves back together. Rockslide sat on the stairs and watched her. I was ready to kill this creature. Beyond the physical damage she’d sustained… He sighed and turned to go back up the stairs. She’s beautiful. *** Night fell upon Equestria. Applebloom had been trying to sleep. She was awake even until after everypony else went to bed. The filly heard her window open. She turned and looked at it, but saw nopony. “Hello-?” she began, but was promptly knocked out. She awoke bound to a chair in a concrete box of sorts with a minor headache. It was a medium-sized room with a mix of liquids around the chair, and some kind of shiny wheeled table a few feet away with various tools and a vise drilled into it. The table’s thin metal was warped where the vise was put in place. It was probably supposed to be blue at some point, but the paint was pale and flaking and it was rusty in some places. Applebloom looked around. “Hello?!” She struggled. Rockslide trotted around her and pulled the metal table closer so the vise was lined up with her face. He didn’t say anything as he slammed the young pony’s head into the table. She exclaimed and teared up. “W-why did you-” He did it again, this time speaking. “Shut up.” Applebloom protested. “Let me go!” Rockslide glanced at Rose, who was looking away and trying to ignore the situation. He’d make her help later. For now, Rock bent Applebloom forward and clamped her lower set of teeth into the vise. She started to struggle, but stopped due to a slight pain in her jaw. The stallion grinned and starting turning the spindle. The clamp started closing. The filly’s teeth began pressing into her gum and jaw. She shouted. One cracked. Then three. The first four broke as the metal jaws tightened. Blood flowed from her mouth and onto the table. It continued closing as Rock spun the spindle, delighted to hear the screams coming from the pony. She finally pulled free from the machine missing several teeth, crying pitifully. Rock punched her in the lower lip, the sound of cracked teeth breaking further clear to him. He opened up the vise enough to stick a snout into it. Rock lifted the cloth in order to grab two small but powerful magnets. He pushed Applebloom forward again and put the first under her tongue, securing her jaw to the metal jaw that slid back and forth according to the spindle. He placed the second magnet on the roof of her mouth, sticking her snout to the stationary jaw. Applebloom attempted to say something, but it was futile. Rock began spreading the jaws of the vise again. The Apple’s own jaws followed suit to the point where it was painful. She start making noise as her lower jaw was pulled at. Rockslide turned harder against the resistance, and something snapped. Applebloom screamed to a deafening point. Somepony outside was bound to hear, and Roseluck was surprisingly the first to take initiative. She wrapped her forelegs around Applebloom’s neck and choked, shutting the filly up. Rose let go. Rock watched as she sat back down without a word. He grinned at Applebloom. “Little filly’s got some tough lungs. Don’t get me wrong,” he says as he leans in. “I’ll kill you next time you do that.” Those words instilled fear into Applebloom. She just nodded before he patted her cheek. “Now, we’re going to play a game.” He brandished his machete and made Apple scoot forward slightly. Then he very precisely cut off her tail. She screamed; not nearly as loud, but she screamed as a trickle of blood came out and pooled in the floor. Rockslide was a little upset. He grabbed a small knife from the table and opened her mouth with the other hoof. She thrashed just before being pressed into the back of the seat. Quickly, Rockslide made two cuts in the back of her throat. He felt her gag reflexively. Applebloom started coughing up blood. Her lips and chin were red, and she found she couldn’t raise her voice above a whisper without it hurting. She coughed again. Rock had an idea, and backed up several paces. “Rose, you take the show.” She nodded. Rose’s mind wasn’t entirely intact then; she wanted to do to others what was done to her. She took a wrench and gripped the filly’s lower jaw with it. A worried expression plastered itself on Applebloom’s face. Roseluck pulled. Hard. AB jerked forward, put the flesh didn’t give. She moaned in pain, unable to stop crying. Rose tried again and again. She sighed. I don’t think a wrench is gonna cut it- Cut it. Good job, Rose. She put the wrench down and picked up the knife, and began cutting the flesh away at the joint of the jaw. Applebloom bucked and struggled, so the mare kept missing. Just meant more blood and pain until she saw bone. She did, eventually, and went to the other side. The blade traveled through the young pony’s flesh, listening to her choked and broken screams. It was too pitiful to be classified as a scream to an outsider, but Roseluck recognized the sound. One could say she knew what Applebloom was going through. Rose pulled at her jaw with the wrench again. Harder and with a strange delight. She almost smiled to herself when the flesh tore with a sick sound. The wrench was still attached to the jaw; she tossed both across the room. Blood was flowing freely down her neck and dripping onto her chest. Roseluck sighed. “We need to cauterize these wounds…” She magicked over the lighter from the table and lit it. “This is going to hurt you a lot more than it’ll hurt me.” Rockslide smirked. She was using one-liners. Priceless. The unicorn held the little pony’s head still while the lighter burned the wound bit by bit. Applebloom was trying to raise her voice as best she could, but it was futile. The only solace in making noise was to react to the pain. If it was any less intense she’d black out. That would be awfully nice, wouldn’t it? Roseluck tossed the lighter away. The meat was seared and black, and the blood had stopped coming out. She went around to where blood was still coming from where Applebloom’s tail was previously. Rose pressed a nail against the spot, then hammered it in. Very shortly only the head was visible, and it blocking the flow of viscera. However, the Apple had managed to shit herself earlier. The smell wasn’t noticed right away due to the mess left by the earlier night. Rockslide pried the wrench and jaw apart, then used the wrench to break the bone up until he got a sharp piece. He trotted to Applebloom and ordered Rose to hold her still. AB’s breath was jumpy like she’s been through intense agony or something. Using the edged part of the broken bone, Rock started cutting the filly’s nostril flaps. She thrashed and sat back, passing out. No more energy. Rock picked up the filly’s shit with his cloth and smushed it into her nose. She awoke almost instantly, rocking and shaking her head. She was trying to speak, something along the lines of, “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!” Rose untied Applebloom’s left hoof and locked it in the viscera-covered vise. She turned the spindle to bear down on the appendage. She felt better when the hoof collapsed inward and cracked to the point of piercing the tissue around it. Rose untightened the jaws and cut the meat and bones at the softest point between the hoof-shrapnel and the limb. Rockslide silently worked on plucking the shards from the meat as Rose made a shallow cut in AB’s skin. The filly started to move her hoof out of the way, but Roseluck magicked the foreleg to it would stay stationary. She made a long cut up the limb with the knife held horizontally; she was flaying the poor girl. Applebloom screamed for the first time in several minutes. Her throat had a scream of its own as the brain received intense pain signals. The sharp weapon trailed along smoothly, removing the skin and occasionally hitting a major blood vessel. She did this until the entire leg was red. Rock starting stabbing the splinters and shards of hoof into Applebloom’s unveiled meat, who was shaking and throwing her weight around. The two adults backed up as AB rocked the chair onto its side. She hit her head on the concrete floor with a quiet crack. Rockslide finally cut the weak filly free, then ordered Roseluck to press Applebloom’s tongue to her chest. Rose obeyed, using her magic, because she had a slight idea of what Rockslide had in mind. His plan was to nail the tongue to the lung sternum; the long bone in the middle that connected the rest of the ribs. He balanced the nail and pounded away at it. Applebloom kicked him in the gut on the final hammering. She crawled away on her back, using her good hoof to try and dislodge the nail. Rose stepped around the groaning Rockslide, who had been hit pretty hard. She dragged a sledgehammer out from the bottom rack of the metal table. She aimed carefully and swung wide, the head of the heavy tool slamming into the filly’s snout. The nose was crushed, and the hammer-head sunk through the bone with a lot of unpleasant noises. The girl was still, but Roseluck really wanted to be sure. So she continually smashed the hammer into the farm pony's head. Before long her brains were spread ubiquitously on the ground. She dropped the tool and vomited onto the corpse. Rockslide chuckled and patted her back. It was a good night. Author's Note A new chapter, even more gore, hope you enjoyed. You know the drill. Vote, comment and the like. And any complaints will be erased Indulgence part 1Indulgence part 1 “Wait here,” commands Rockslide as he trots up the stairs. He pulled a trash bag out from the little box where he kept spares. Naturally, they had been used for the trashcan, but it was going to be put to a less conventional use. Rose backed up into the wall. The horrors of the past three or four minutes were hitting piece by piece. She bowed her head and shut her eyes. “I… Did this…” “You did just fine.” replies Rockslide as he returns. The grey pony told Rose to hold the bag open. She trotted to him and did so as he stuffed the body in. Rose tied it shut and turned to go up the stairs. “We need to clean this stuff up.” remarks Rock as he follows. He watched her behind with a slight smile creasing on his face. Roseluck turned and lit up her horn. A broom, mop, and dustpan floated past her, and converged the mess of cum, feces, urine, and blood. Fifteen minutes later, Rose and Rock sat together on the stairs facing a clean basement. Rockslide turned and started to trot up the stairs. He promptly noticed that Roseluck wasn’t following. He squinted his eyes and called her to attention. “Hey.” Rose looked up at him. “Yes?” “Come on,” commands the stallion. He watched as the unicorn simply nodded and followed him to the bedroom. Rockslide stood at the foot of the bed and gestured for the cream-colored mare to get onto the mattress. She did so, sitting up, as Rock followed. He laid down and looked at her. “You gonna get some sleep?” Rose just nodded and laid down next to him. Soon Rockslide was asleep. She waited an hour before sliding to the other end of the bed and digging the knife from in-between the frame and mattress. She turned, blade clutched. Rockslide was in her face. He casually took the knife from the mare, who had begun shaking. “I-I’m sor-” Rock hit her, then put the knife in the drawers on his side. “Go to sleep, Rose.” Roseluck rubbed her cheek where he’d hit her, then jumped down and curled up in the floor. *** It was so surreal the way they’d woken up. Rock roused the mare from her slumber and kissed her. She kissed back after a brief hesitation, purely to amuse him. The grey colt walked into the basement with Roseluck in tow. “I’m gonna take this body out to the dump. You grind up that Poison Joke.” She nodded and turned, but Rock stopped her with a hoof. “Don’t try anything like you did last night.” *** Rockslide deposited the trashbag and made his way to the house. Roseluck was waiting at the door. He approached and smiled. “Did you leave it in the house?” “The Poison Joke? Yeah.” Rock led her into town. The rainbow-maned mare from the other night saw them and trotted up. “Roseluck! Jesus, where’d you go?” Roseluck smiled weakly. “Oh, I was just… Busy…” The mare cocked a brow. “Oh? Okay, then…” Rose chuckled nervously. “See you around, Dashie.” With that, she trotted off with Rockslide half-scowling and half-laughing. Rainbow Dash just watched with a confused look. What happened to her? Rockslide sighed. “All right, the Wonderbolts are having a show in town square this evening. Maybe we can nab somepony there.” The mare nodded. “Yeah…” *** After the visit and pretending not to notice Roseluck’s odd behavior, Rainbow Dash looked back and paused. ‘What is wrong with her? Is it something to do with that stallion she’s staying with? I’ll have to talk to Twi about this.’ she thought to herself as she headed towards the library. ‘What is going on here? Ponies are dissapearing everyday and we still can’t find out why.’ Once she had reached the library, she knocked on the door, to which of course, Spike answered. “Hey Rainbow, what’s up?” he asked, noticing her concerned look. “I need to speak with Flash and Twilight, now.” Dash replied. “Flash isn’t here right now, I’ll go get her for you, just come on in and get comfortable.” Spike replied. And get comfortable she did, Rainbow sat down on the nearest couch and got as comfortable as possible, when she finally heard Twilight coming down the stairs moments later. “I hear something is bothering you Dash, what’s up?” Twilight asked. “I saw Roseluck today, she was staying with that strange pony, I dunno if she lost her job and got kicked out of her home or not, but when I saw her, she was acting… strange, and with Applebloom coming up missing… and finally seeing her today… I’m worried about her, but also suspiscious of that stallion she’s with.” Dash explained. “To be honest… I’m scared for her and the ponies of Ponyville.” “I see… I’ll notify the princesses of this turning of events.” Twilight’s ears perked as she heard a scream of terror. “We have to go, now!” She said in a panic as she ran out the door of her library, followed closly by Rainbow Dash, only to be caught off guard by the sight that had caused the scream… it was a body, in a trash bag, but they weren’t yet certain of who it was until they saw a small yellow hoof sticking out of the bag. Dash was shocked to a standstill, unmoving at the horror of the sight. “N-no… I-It can’t be… A-Applebloom… C-can it?” Dash asked, afraid to find out the truth. As much as Twilight hated it, she approached the small bagged body and opened it, only to gasp in horror before looking away in tears, which in turn cause Rainbow to break into her own tears. “I-I’ll get the others, you get to the library.” Dash said as she flew off to Sweet Apple Acres to begin her venture to gather the rest of her friends. Once they had all arrived, Twilight was sitting at the table as the rest took their places. “What’s going on Twi?” Applejack asked. “Did ya find Applebloom?” “Is she gonna be alright?” Fluttershy asked in her quiet voice. Pinkie, whose mane had flattened with her sadness at Applebloom’s dissappearance, said nothing. “We…” Twilight began, swallowing a lump as she nervously prepared to give the horrifying news. “We found Applebloom… But… But…” Twilight couldn’t continue, her head dropping to the table as she wept from forcing herself to remember that Applebloom was murdered clearly telling what had happened, causing Applejack to sit there in a stunned silence before suddenly looking enraged as tears filled her eyes. “I’ma find the fucker that did this to my sister and teach them a real good lesson.” she growled as she stormed out of the library being pursued by Rainbow Dash. The rest had fallen to tears and wails of mourning at the death of the filly. *** “Applejack, stop!” Dash called out as she chased after the farm pony, each attempt to stop her failing until suddenly. “This isn’t what Applebloom would have wanted you to do!” she shouted as she landed in front of the mare. “You don’t know that Rainbow Dash, now get outta my way!” Applejack yelled back as she shoved Rainbow Dash aside, but she didn’t get far as Rainbow Dash tackled her with a vice-like grip. “Applebloom would never want you to hurt anypony, you know that deep down Applejack, now wise up and hear me out!” Rainbow Dash shouted again as Applejack struggled to escape, giving up moments later as she finally realized that Dash was right. “I-I’m sorry Dash… I-I’m not rightly certain what got ahold of me just now.” Applejack said with her head hung low as Dash released her. “It’s called grief, Applejack, we all feel it right now, but we can’t lose ourselves to our emotions.” Dash replied. “I know it hurts, trust me. I lost my parents during a fatal accident fifteen years ago. I was crushed, angry, depressed and reclusive, but I held on to the memories that mattered most and that is what got me through. You can get through this Applejack, even if I have to pull you through it.” “I-I must’a gotten pretty angry and not even realized it… But… She… She can’t be gone… Not… Not like this.” Applejack, her state of denial clearly setting in. “Listen AJ, we will have justice. Roseluck is just as much a victim as Applebloom, I know cause I saw her today.” Dash replied. “She needs help, cause I can see that the stallion she has been with did something to her, but we cannot be sure if they are the ones responsible. Roseluck will probably be charged with temporary insanity, but the stallion… if he is responsible… will be sentenced to death by the princess’ ruling.” “I… I just need to get home and get some sleep… Maybe… Maybe this is all just a dream and Applebloom’ll still be there when I wake up.” Applejack said as she began heading towards Sweet Apple Acres. “I hope so Applejack, I hope this is all just a dream.” Twilight looked to Dash from the floor where she lay, having not even cared that she was on the floor as her tears had fallen before Dash’s return. “She gonna be alright?” “I dunno Twi… I dunno.” Was all Dash could say in response before sighing and finding herself a place on the floor beside Twilight. *** “Oh Rose…” Rockslide called from the bedroom. Roseluck swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and made her way to the bedroom from the kitchen where she had carefully ground up the poison joke to a fine powder and collected it in a small container. “Follow me, I’d like you to meet our new guest.” Rock demanded as he held open the wardrobe that lead to the hidden room where he kept all of his ‘guests’. Author's Note Sorry for the long wait guys, I'll have part two out some time sooner or later. Leave a like or a dislike, idc, follow me if you wanna. Comments? Got an OBJECTION?! Tell me in the comments box below, but before you try to judge me, I am merely writing this for the mere fact that I wanted to try my hand at grim-dark. And don't worry, I'll try to give a good ending, as opposed to the alternate version being written by my friend. InvasionSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.JusticeThree years later, Rose and Rock both found themselves locked in a cell in Canterlot’s Dungeon awaiting Rock’s sentence, as Rose had already gone before the princess and was sentenced five years in a mental institution for rehabilitation. “Rock?” called Rose. “Hmm?” the stallion replied. “I… I just want you to know… for the past three years… I… I love you… I love you Rock and nothing will ever change that.” the mare said, shocking the stallion. “I… I… I don’t know what to say Rose… but… if it gives you any solace when my life is forefeit to wherever I go when I die… I… I love you too.” Rock replied. “I fell in love with you the day you made your first kill, not because of your kill, but just how you made me feel like I was no longer alone in the world. I just wish you wouldn’t have to go through the same thing.” Hearng this brought tears to Rose’s eyes, reaching her hooves through the bars of her cell into Rock’s as he gripped hers in a gentle embrace before they heard the guards enter and approach their cells. “Mr. Rockslide, you are hereby summoned to the Throne Room for sentencing, Ms. Rose, you have also been summoned to the throne room, as you will be required to attend his sentencing.” said the guard as he opened their cells, the following guards training their weapons on the two to prevent any retaliation as they were led to the throne room. “Rock… I will avenge you, no matter what. I will continue your work.” Rose whispered to the stallion. “Please, don’t… I don’t want you to suffer the same end as me.” Rock replied quietly. Soon they had reached the throne room, where Celestia, Twilight and her friends and Luna sat, and many other ponies surrounded them, Rock was taken to the stand in front of them, while Rose was taken to the side, where she would be forced to observe the proceedings. “And now, let us begin the final trial of the mass murder case of Rockslide.” Celestia said from her place. “Here we stand, ready to pass the verdict on the case of Rockslide and Roseluck vs. Equestria for the murders of several ponies including Applebloom, sister of Applejack, the Element of Honesty; and Thunderlane, a wonderbolt recruit whose first show would have been the greatest. We shall no longer bother with Roselucks behalf of the case, as her sentence has already been delivered and will be carried out shortly after we are finished here.” Silence fell throughout the room before Twilight stepped forward. ‘Mr. Rockslide, the allegations of your actions, including the rape, torture and brainwashing of Roseluck, and the murders of Thunderlane and Applebloom, all heinous criminal acts, have been tried and found true, what do you say to this?” “The murders, rape, and torture; Yes.” Rockslide replied. “The brainwashing; no… You see, Roseluck, after I had planned to end her life, pledged herself to me, whether her mind was completely intact or not, I am not sure, but I am grateful that you are sparing her life, as it is I who am solely responsible for the disappearances… so I hereby change my plea of ‘Not Guilty’ to ‘Guilty’ and accept whatever sentence you give me.” “Very well.” Celestia said. “By your admission, you revoke the right to further defend yourself in this trial and accept the verdict of ‘Guilty’ and are hereby sentenced to death. This session is adjourned and the case closed, Guards, take them to the courtyard where the sentence will be carried out.” As both Rose and Rock were escorted to the courtyard for Rock’s execution, Applejack looked to her friends and the princesses. “I am, while it griefs me to say it, glad to say that Applebloom can rest in peace now that justice has been served and Rose’s life preserved, I just hope that rehabilitation will get her back to the way she used to be.” “As do I, Applejack, as do I.” Celestia replied. “I do regret I couldn’t act soon enough to prevent your sister’s untimely fate.” “It’s not your fault princess, the guilty have been judged and punished accordingly.” Applejack replied. “Rockslide, by the order of princess Celestia, you have been sentenced to death, any last words before you meet your maker?” asked one of the guards. “Yes… my last words are to Roseluck, whom I have been very appreciative of and have loved very much over the last three years of my life, I am sorry I did the things I did to you, it is now, in the end of my days that I realize what I had done wrong, and that I now go to join my parents in death, thank you…” Rock said. “... for giving me the company I had thought was forever gone, I know that my death will plague you, but please, do not avenge me or continue my doings, for I wish not my fate upon you, but I will not stop you from doing as you will, even in death, all I can do is hope that you will do what is best for you.” Tears sprung to Rose’s eyes at his words. “Rock… No…” she whimpered. “Rockslide, it is with a heavy heart that I must say this.” the guard said. “May Faust have mercy on your soul as it passes into the afterlife.” he then nodded to the executioner who stood and raised his axe, then began bringing it down Rose could only break down in sobs as she watched the executioner’s axe descend and Rock’s head fall into the basket below before she was herself escorted out of the courtyard and taken to Canterlot’s Mental Institute for Rehabilitation and Correctional Services. Author's Note Finally, my first grim-dark is complete, if there are any who desire an alternate ending, please let me know and I will get to work right away. Sorry if it seems a bit short, or lacking in detail, but I couldn't think of any other way to write it. Indulgence part 2 (Revised Version)Author's Note Tada! See, I told you all I would get back to it, didn't I... Oh... I didn't, well... I thought I did, but that's besides the point, point is, I got back to it. I'm already done writing, but I am going to post the chapters once a week. Enjoy. Indulgence part 2 (Revised Version) Roseluck followed Rock to the room she had once been tortured in before the other ponies after her. There she saw, one of many pegasi that had actually managed to make the Wonderbolts team… Thunderlane, who was currently unconscious before Rockslide approached him. “Wake up.” he commanded. To Rock’s surprise, Roseluck gave Thunderlane a hard buck to the chest without incentive, this was clearly saying somthing about both her and the stallion that had been captured, causing him to yelp in pain as he woke, and Rockslide to stare in shock. “Holy shit Rose, what’s the big deal with this guy and you?” Rock asked. “He piss you off or something in the past?” “Well… when someone like him comes in and fucks up a healing spell on somepony like myself that I entrusted Twilight with casting, it resulted in me getting a horn and turning into a unicorn instead of getting healed because of this dickwad piece of shit.” Rose said as she gave Thunderlane another hard buck, making him cough up a little bit of blood before she readjusted the table to a horizontal position. “Let me go dammit!” Thunderlane shouted. “Let me go or Celestia forbid I see to it you both burn in Tartarus for the rest of your days!” Rose tsked at the threat. “Now now, Thunderlane, is that any way to treat your hosts…” Roseluck cooed. “I think not.” she said as she slammed a hoof across Thunderlanes muzzle. Rock got up to stop Rose from going too far too soon, but Rose looked at him. “This one is mine.” she said with a sick, demented grin almost too evil for the demeanor she held moments ago, the stallion sat back down to see what Rose would do. Thunderlane tried to cry for help, but was socked across the muzzle again by Rose. “Shut the fuck up, nopony will ever hear you down here, you miserable sack of shit.” growled Rose before pulling a cart of tools near and picking up a pair of vice grips and extending one of his wings and clamping the vice-grip down on the wing and pinning it to the table that Thunderlane laid on, Rose then picked up a hammer and held it to his wing and slammed the head of the hammer down on it, breaking the bone with a gut wrenching snap. Thunderlane screamed like a filly at the pain searing from his wing, but Rose only swung the hammer again, breaking another bone in his wing. “R-Rose… P-p-p-please… L-l-l-let me go…” the stallion cried, making her smash the hammer head into his muzzle, fracturing his jaw and making him whimper and yelp. “I said Shut.. The fuck… Up!” Rose screamed, swinging the hammer with each word and breaking his wing even further, the bones splintering through the skin. “You’re going to die down here Thunderlane, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” ‘So much for the poison joke’ Rock thought as he watched Rose torture the stallion. “R-Rose… P-please… You don’t have to do this… P-please just… let me go… No…….. No…...No...Nonononono!” Thunderlane rasped, his throat hoarse from screaming and hollering so much as a blade almost cleaved into his wing before Rose got an idea. “Rock, I’m going to need some help turning him over.” Rose said as she looked to the stallion. Rock made to move, but saw something that Rose hadn’t seen yet. “It seems he enjoys this Rose, whether he thinks he doesn’t or not.” Rose turned to see that, even through all the torment, Thunderlane had sprung an erection despite his dislike, and Rose wanted to capitalize on this. “Cum before I say you can and I’ll just kill you slower, but if you behave yourself, I might just kill you quicker.” she said before mounting the stallion. “I’m the last mare you’ll ever fuck.” Seeing Rose so willingly torturing a stallion only made Rock excited, his own cock getting hard from the sight. As Roseluck took Thunderlane’s cock into her pussy and began riding his cock, Rock stepped out and pulled the stallion’s head back and presented his cock, forcing the stallion’s mouth open and cramming his cock balls deep in Thunderlane’s throat. Thunderlane tried to pull away from Rock, but he only got a slash across his barrel from Rose with a knife, exposing his intestines and other internal organs. Rose moaned softly as she rode the stallion’s cock, pressing a hoof down on Thunderlane’s broken wing, making him scream around Rock’s cock being crammed down his throat, cutting off all oxygen supplies. Moment’s later, Rose screamed in orgasm as she continued fucking the helpless stallion. Rock wasn’t far behind as he came down Thunderlane’s throat but kept going. It was then that Thunderlane came, spilling his ejaculate into Rose, who only seemed angry. “Did I say you could cum?” she growled. “Did I even say you could cum inside? No I didn’t.” she said as she pulled the stallion’s cock out of her and pushed Rock away. “I could get pregnant because of you, you incompetent sack of shit.” she said as she picked up a large pair of gardening shears and leveled them, wide open, around the base of Thunderlane’s cock and slowly began cutting into the flesh, the stallion screaming in unbearable agony until the sound of Thunderlane’s cock falling to the floor resounded with an audible 'Thud' and blood was squirting from where his cock was before she aligned the shears with his balls and quickly cut them off, making the already dying stallion scream once more. “You won’t be needing those anymore.” ‘Damn’ Rock thought. ‘He really must have pissed her off for her to go that far, I like it.’ “Rock, could you take his cock and make sure it stays hard while we preserve it, I’d like to have myself a toy when I’m done with him.” She said before turning to the tortured stallion and cutting his stomach open further with a sick grin and grabbing hold of his intestines and attatching them to a hook that began slowly pulling his intestines out when Rose pressed a button while sitting there watching as Rock picked up the still rock hard, disembodied cock of Thunderlane and cauterized the bloody end with a lighter and put it in a freezer where it would freeze like it is and would stay that way. Thunderlane’s voice was completely gone at this point all he could do was watch in life-ending horror as his intestines were pulled from his body inch by inch, managing to vomit on himself, making him choke on his own chuke. About an hour later, Rose stared into the lifeless eyes of the carcass of Thunderlane, whose guts now lay in a heap on the floor. “Well, that’s one less fuck-up on the streets.” Rose said. “You did well Rose, you did more than I expected.” Rock said. “And you didn’t even flinch.” “Like I said, he caused Twilight to fuck up a healing spell that gave me the horn and unicorn powers.” Rose replied. “Tends to piss ponies off when that happens, It just got me the worst, but I didn’t have the key to unlocking that anger until you showed me the way, you helped me unlock my anger.” “That’s my girl.” Rock said as he nuzzled her. “You go get yourself cleaned up, I’ll clean up the mess.” Rose smiled and nuzzled him in return. “Thank you for getting that dead sack of shit for me.” “If there’s anyone else you want me to catch, just you let me know and I’ll have them caught.” Rock replied. Rose smiled again and headed upstairs, where she headed for the shower. As Rock cleaned up the mess, he thought to himself. ‘I’ve turned her into a killer, amazing.’ “I wonder who to capture next.”
AntipathyAntipathy Rockslide, a dark gray male earth pony who had a long black mane hanging just over his eyes, had been having anger issues ever since his only family had passed away two years ago, nopony that knew him could get through to him, even the princesses are struggling with getting through to him, but no, none of their counseling could douse the craving he now had for pain, suffering and blood. As he was heading home one day, he kept an eye out for the perfect ‘stress relief’ source until finally, he found a cream colored mare with a multi-hued red mane and a rose for a cutie mark. Taking her by surprise, he stealthily approached her from behind her and knocked her unconscious with his forehoof and began dragging her back to his home and down to his basement where a chair awaited it’s unlucky occupant to be strapped in. Moments later, the mare awoke and looked around to see that the only light illuminating the room was the one hanging above her leaving shadows all around. “Wh-where am I?! Who are you?! Wh-what do you want from me?!” she screamed and struggled against the bonds that held her to the chair as she spotted Rockslide. “Let me go!” “Hah, nice try, Roseluck, your luck just ran out.” Rockslide replied from the shadows before he stepped into the light. “Wh-What?! No… No, no… Nononono… No! Somepony Help!” Roseluck screamed. “Go ahead, scream. Nopony will ever hear you.” Rockslide said with a maniacal grin as he slammed his hoof into the side of her muzzle, eliciting a loud, pained yelp from Roseluck as her lip opened, blood streaming gently down her chin. The mare exclaimed, jerking forwards in some sad attempt to make the pain go away. As helpless as she was, every nerve in Rose’s body made her want to leave. Rockslide took her hoof in his. “Now, Roseluck…” She just stared at him. “Wha-” The interruption was caused by her torturer pulling her foreleg from its socket. He twisted and twisted, then bent the limb backwards. There was a sick crack as the entire appendage went limp. Rose screamed endlessly, her voice quickly hoarse. The mare was on the verge of a blackout from the sudden bursts of pain. Rockslide watched the tears stream down her cheeks, her entire body racked with pitiful sobs. He got on her face. “Shut up! Nopony can fucking hear you.” Roseluck fell silent, sobs turning into short gasps. Her eyes were shut tight. Rockslide decided to remedy that; he took a flathead screwdriver and dug it under her eyelid. The mare panicked and thrashed, and the tip lodged itself into the soft flesh. She wailed and shook her head free as Rock swore. The screwdriver hit the floor with a clang as blood flowed from Rose’s right eye. She kept rocking back and forth in agony, just before Rockslide slapped her. “Stupid girl! If you’d hold still, that wouldn’t happen.” She ignored him this time, muttering and quietly asking why. Tears and life-force flowed down her cheeks, one of which was crimson. That eye was shut, the other staring at Rock. Said colt picked up the screwdriver and pointed at her with it. “Quit fucking around.” She just nodded, then uttered ever so weakly, “Don’t hurt me…” All the earth pony did was laugh. “We’re beyond the point of hurting.” He put the tool on a table; it was metal and shiny and had various carpenters’ equipment on it. He picked up a hammer and grabbed a nail with his teeth. The stallion approached Roseluck and set the hammer next to her undamaged hoof. She started struggling, but the bonds held her tight. With one hoof, Rockslide balanced the nail on hers. With the other hoof, he brought the hammer down. The force drove the nail through her hoof and the arm of the chair. The tip stuck out the bottom, blood dripping from it little by little. That was enough to send the poor girl into a blackout. Rock sighed. He leveled the head of the hammer with Rose’s cunt. The grey pony gently prodded the entrance, causing her to stir. The head of the hammer, where it was smooth, was pushed inside. This was just enough to make her eye open. Rock saw this and smirked. The claw went in smoothly, but was then turned upwards. It got hooked on the roof of the mare’s sex, who then gasped in pain. She started to protest as Rockslide pulled the hammer back, tearing the flesh and spilling blood onto the chair. Rose was at the point of pissing herself, and on the verge of vomiting. Her screaming wasn’t as loud as before; her throat couldn’t handle it. Rock wasn’t done with the viscera-coated hammer. He looked at the hoof with the nail in it, then slammed the tool down as hard as he could. He relished in the sounds coming from the bleeding mare. He did it over and over, watching the bone crack and open, more of her life-force leaving her body. The hoof was completely in two; strings of flesh were the only things keeping them together. He set the tool down and grabbed either one, then pulled them in opposite directions. The thrashing and struggling mare was trying her absolute best to headbutt him, but he was just a little too far away. Her horn started glowing. Rockslide looked up. “No.” He picked up a hacksaw. Roseluck stared in horror. “Oh, God. No! No-” Rock hit her in the snout, drawing a trickle of blood. He grinned and pressed the saw against her horn, then started cutting with a back-and-forth motion. Rose shrieked and turned her head, the hacksaw expending a dull pain. A thought came to Rockslide. He stopped sawing and patted her head. “Do me a favor. You’re bleeding absolutely, positively, every-fucking-where. I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t.” The mare didn’t bother trying to disguise her sigh of relief. Her horn started to glow. “Now, don’t abuse the leniency I’m giving you.” he said. Rock watched the rivers of blood stop flowing. He was about to say something when the two of them heard a sharp rap on the front door. “Don’t you say a single word… Understand?” The cream-colored mare nodded gently, partially because she had a crick in her neck and partially because if she tried raising her voice anyways she’d lose it. Rock traveled up the stairs behind Roseluck and pushed the big wardrobe aside. It was on wheels, but was just low enough to the floorboards that nopony would think to try and move it. He went from the bedroom to the hallway and eventually into the living room, where he peeked through the eyehole. There was a blue mare outside whose mane had a multitude of colors. The grey earth pony opened the door and smiled. “Evening. Little late, isn’t it?” She nodded. “I was just, uh… l was looking for my friend.” “To be honest with you, I haven’t seen her.” Rockslide replied. “Oh, umm… Okay, just wondering ‘cause she came up missing today. I’m just worried about her.” the mare replied. “Well, I’ll let you know if I catch her.” he smiled as she waved “goodbye.” Rock watched as the mare left, thankful that she hadn’t figured him out before closing the door and heading back to the room he had left Roseluck in. He moved the wardrobe back to the best of his ability, gratified when he found it wouldn’t move any further. Neatly put it back in place. He turned and trotted around Rose, looking her in the face. She was trying to avoid his gaze, but ultimately failed. They held each other in their looks for just a moment before Rockslide held up a lighter with a sly smirk. Rose furrowed her brow. “What are you going to do with that…?” she asked hoarsely. Rock just lit it and held the flame next her wounded eye. The mare recoiled, but didn’t get far. She struggled and continually moved away from the little fire, but managed to trap herself. Rose caved in and screamed, “Stop! Please, stop!” The heat left. She shut her good eye, only partially wondering why she wasn’t crying. She opened both eyes, as it was habit, and the sight of it actually made Rock’s eyes widen slightly. Retina fell from her eye socket and went down her blood-covered cheek, turning that side of her face white and various shades of pink. Roseluck was successful in crying this time. There was hardly any noise involved; just meek gasps and the sound of tears hitting the floor. Rockslide looked at the various tools he had on the table, then turned to the mare and grabbed her leg. “Rose, would you like to stand and stretch?” She looked at him in surprise and nodded. He didn’t do as she expected by grabbing a knife and pressing the blade longways into her inner-joint, cutting the tendons that might’ve allowed it to move. This time the poor girl was in no position to move the affected area out of the way. She couldn’t help but scream at Rock, who was slowly starting to get annoyed with all the noise. After a moment or two he cast the blade aside and sat back, admiring his handiwork. Life-force trailed down her leg from the joint. He cut the rest of the rope that held her in place and stood back, watching as she leaned forward and smacked into the cement floor. Roseluck tried standing. She really did. The lack of mobility in her left hind-leg made it near impossible, instead leaving her to crawl around on the floor. It was highly amusing, pitiful as she was. Rock trotted over to her. “Feeling better?” She nodded, if not to humor him. “Heal the cuts.” he said, and watched as she did so. “Now, you’ve lost a lot of blood. I’m going to try and refrain from making you bleed too much, but that doesn’t mean I’m getting soft.” He trotted up behind Rose and flipped her over on her back. She shrunk down mentally and physically, submitting, but obviously against being tortured any longer. Rock bowed his head and kissed her cheek, preferably the clean one, then stepped on her stomach with a hind-leg. She groaned and started to turn on her side. The stallion took a few steps back and then stomped down on her cunt, smirking a little when she screamed and crawled away. Rockslide bit down on her tail, then dragged her back. She kicked at him with her working leg, but it was futile. Rockslide slapped Rose. “Stop that.” She complied. He looked up and down the mare’s body, which still managed to be beautiful considering the damage it had sustained. Her torso was still largely untouched. Rock licked her muzzle, his member gradually hardening. He thrust into her abused sex, noticing and enjoying the entrance’s mangled roof. As he bucked his hips, the flesh started to tear, opening further and allowing blood to flow. It served as a lubricant. Rock scarcely noticed her screaming; he failed to care. Her back arched, body shaking as she sobbed aloud. After a few minutes of this, Rock pulled out and ejaculated onto her stomach. The mare started to back away. She started wiping the semen off, but it clung to her hoof and ended up forming long, white strings. Rock laughed at her, then tossed a wet rag over. She started cleaning herself off. The juices adopted a brown accent, and the liquid from the rag got stuck in her fur. She groaned and threw it away. “There was oil on that-” She didn’t finish the sentence. A match landed on her stomach and lit the oil, burning the fur in seconds and searing her flesh. Rose rolled and attempted to put it out. She was successful in the end, but not before having severe burns. The air smelled of smoke, blood, and charred meat. Roseluck wanted to black out again, but the constant pain from her seared nerves kept her awake. Rockslide sauntered over and stood over Rose. “I hope you’re not too cold.” She spit in his face. “That wasn’t very polite.” Rock said sarcastically, before pissing on her burns. The foul urination gave Rose just enough pain-induced energy to start slinking away again. Rock let her, watching as the mare stopped to cry into her hooves, weak and half-dead. He turned to Roseluck and quickly reminded her not to heal unless she was bleeding. Rockslide wrapped his tools up in a cloth and held them in his teeth as he trotted up the stairs, then turning to lock the door and put the wardrobe in place. As he left, Rose figured she’d bend the rules slightly and dull the pain. She crawled over and rested her head on the chair. Viscera was in the seat and in the floor mixing with the urine. She didn’t care; she was tired. Upstairs, Rock was in bed, pleased with himself. He whispered, “Maybe tomorrow… Maybe I’ll kill her.” Author's Note I had my doubts about this one the first time I posted, so I took it down, but now it's back and it's never gonna die. You know the drill. Vote, comment and the like.
ReverenceReverence Rockslide’s eyes opened. It was early morning, at about eight o’clock. He got up, headed into the guest room, moved the wardrobe, then went down the staircase. “Rooooose, get up.” he said a little too cheerfully. He watched as she stirred, her wounds less evident. She’d been healing all night, until eventually having passed out. "Now Rose, what have I told you about abusing your healing privilege?" He said as he stalked closer to the unicorn. Roseluck sat up quickly. "I’m sorry! Please don't hurt me… I-I won't do it again…” Rose pleaded weakly. "I only meant to use enough magic to dull the pain so I could sleep." Rockslide shrugged and brandished a machete out from his cloth of tools. He stared at her and raised it. “You were fun, really. I almost don’t want to have to do this, but I’ve practically broken you to the point of no return.” He started to bring the blade down. "Wait! Please no, I have a proposal… Please, don't kill me just yet…” Rockslide lowered the blade. “I’m listening. Make it count.” She slid back a pace. “If you’ll let me live, I’ll…” Rose faltered. She couldn’t believe what she was about to suggest. “I’ll… Help.” Rock cocked his head. "And by this, you mean… What, exactly?” She sighed. “Are you… Are you going to do this to another pony…?” He nodded. “Let me help, in exchange for-” she began, but was interrupted. “Alright, assistant. Stay here, don’t get into anything you shouldn’t be. I’ll be back with a little something.” He turned and then hesitated. Rock said over his shoulder, “If you try to escape, I’ll kill you without hesitation. Capturing you last night was easy, so obviously the process can be repeated.” Rose swallowed a lump in her throat, then said meekly, "U-understood." Rockslide continued up the stairs and moved the wardrobe back. He didn’t expect it to stop her, but maybe she’ll obey him. He trotted out of the house and made his way out of town. Ponies bustled about, and he spotted the children at the schoolyard. He was good with names and knew most citizens in town; his next target was the one that stood out to him: Applebloom. He set his creative ideas aside and trekked to the Everfree Forest. The entire trip took fifteen minutes to Zecora’s hut. He knocked, she opened. It was almost like Rockslide was civil. “Good morning, Rockslide. What service can I provide?” He looked around. “I need a potion of sorts. Something to increase the power of a unicorn’s magic.” The zebra cocked a brow and pulled various things down from shelves; flowers, other potions, powders, the like. Things you’d expect to see in Zecora’s hut. She unceremoniously tossed things into a kettle started mixing and hammering with what appeared to be a big pestle. “What will you be doing with this potion? You have yet to give me a notion.” Rock just shrugged. “It’s just a personal thing between… Me and a friend.” He silently hoped Zecora wouldn’t give the hesitation any thought. She didn’t, instead placing the newly-made elixir in a bag and hoofing it over. “No need to pay; I’m feeling generous today.” The grey earth pony thanked her and left, eager to tell Roseluck his evolving plan for the fillynapping. Hiking through the forest, Rockslide stumbled across a field of Poison Joke. He grinned and picked a few by the stems, placing them face-down in the bag. The stallion’s thoughts slowly rotated until he thought of what drove him to this. Loss and pain. Suffering to the point where he had been admitted to counseling with the princesses. He hoofed it out of the forest and down the dirt road back to the town, mentally making preparations and arranging them processionally in a neat and concise order. *** Roseluck pushed the wardrobe aside and slowly made way into the kitchen, hobbling on three legs. She opened drawers and cabinets in search of silverware. After a minute or so of looking, she procured a steak knife and held it in her teeth, closing everything back before waddling her way to the bedroom where she assumed Rockslide slept. The covers were askew and there were item perched atop a dresser at the foot of the bed. Rose wedged the blade in-between the mattress frame and the dresser, making certain it wouldn’t be seen unless the furniture was moved for some reason. Everything was in place. Rose went into the guest room and stood on the stairs, deciding the best course of action as far as pulled the wardrobe back into place. She went down the staircase and picked up the screwdriver that had nearly lobotomized her. The cream-colored mare trotted up and positioned the driving-end under the lip of the wardrobe, slowly bringing it to its place in front of the door. It got within inches of its original place before the lip snapped. It had been hastily and poorly glued on. Rose swore. “Think, Roseluck…” Then it hit her. She dropped the screwdriver and went back down to the basement, where she grabbed a few nails from their box and the hammer. Up again, Rose used the screwdriver to hold the lip still, slightly elevated so the nails could catch the backside of the furniture. No, that wouldn’t work. “Mother of fuck!” Rockslide would notice the lip sticking out. Another idea came to her. She paced around the wardrobe and opened it. Empty. Perfect. Mixing magic and strength, Rose very carefully laid the wardrobe down on its front, so the bottom was given a wide enough birth to hammer the nails in. She held the light-weight lip in its correct position with her magic and balanced a nail on her hoof. “This leg is useless…” With that, Rose held the nail up with her magic as well, tiring her out. With her good foreleg, which was no longer broken due to the continuous healing all night, she hammered the nail in. The mare repeated the process until three of the metal spikes were holding the lip in place. Problem solved. Roseluck relied on her own strength to stand the wardrobe back up, which was difficult and made her back ache. Nevertheless, the job was done. Now, to try again with the screwdriver. *** Rockslide unlocked the front door and trotted in, setting the bag on the kitchen counter, but taking the vial. He made way to the guest room and moved the furniture away from the door. He approached Rose. She was sitting in the chair she’d been tortured in, looking a little defeatedly at the mess on the floor. He whistled and gave her the potion. “Drink some of that.” She obliged, and suddenly looked a bit less tired. “Heal up. We’re going out tonight to get our new friend.” Rose nodded as her horn glew, the pain subsiding and the wounds stitching themselves back together. Rockslide sat on the stairs and watched her. I was ready to kill this creature. Beyond the physical damage she’d sustained… He sighed and turned to go back up the stairs. She’s beautiful. *** Night fell upon Equestria. Applebloom had been trying to sleep. She was awake even until after everypony else went to bed. The filly heard her window open. She turned and looked at it, but saw nopony. “Hello-?” she began, but was promptly knocked out. She awoke bound to a chair in a concrete box of sorts with a minor headache. It was a medium-sized room with a mix of liquids around the chair, and some kind of shiny wheeled table a few feet away with various tools and a vise drilled into it. The table’s thin metal was warped where the vise was put in place. It was probably supposed to be blue at some point, but the paint was pale and flaking and it was rusty in some places. Applebloom looked around. “Hello?!” She struggled. Rockslide trotted around her and pulled the metal table closer so the vise was lined up with her face. He didn’t say anything as he slammed the young pony’s head into the table. She exclaimed and teared up. “W-why did you-” He did it again, this time speaking. “Shut up.” Applebloom protested. “Let me go!” Rockslide glanced at Rose, who was looking away and trying to ignore the situation. He’d make her help later. For now, Rock bent Applebloom forward and clamped her lower set of teeth into the vise. She started to struggle, but stopped due to a slight pain in her jaw. The stallion grinned and starting turning the spindle. The clamp started closing. The filly’s teeth began pressing into her gum and jaw. She shouted. One cracked. Then three. The first four broke as the metal jaws tightened. Blood flowed from her mouth and onto the table. It continued closing as Rock spun the spindle, delighted to hear the screams coming from the pony. She finally pulled free from the machine missing several teeth, crying pitifully. Rock punched her in the lower lip, the sound of cracked teeth breaking further clear to him. He opened up the vise enough to stick a snout into it. Rock lifted the cloth in order to grab two small but powerful magnets. He pushed Applebloom forward again and put the first under her tongue, securing her jaw to the metal jaw that slid back and forth according to the spindle. He placed the second magnet on the roof of her mouth, sticking her snout to the stationary jaw. Applebloom attempted to say something, but it was futile. Rock began spreading the jaws of the vise again. The Apple’s own jaws followed suit to the point where it was painful. She start making noise as her lower jaw was pulled at. Rockslide turned harder against the resistance, and something snapped. Applebloom screamed to a deafening point. Somepony outside was bound to hear, and Roseluck was surprisingly the first to take initiative. She wrapped her forelegs around Applebloom’s neck and choked, shutting the filly up. Rose let go. Rock watched as she sat back down without a word. He grinned at Applebloom. “Little filly’s got some tough lungs. Don’t get me wrong,” he says as he leans in. “I’ll kill you next time you do that.” Those words instilled fear into Applebloom. She just nodded before he patted her cheek. “Now, we’re going to play a game.” He brandished his machete and made Apple scoot forward slightly. Then he very precisely cut off her tail. She screamed; not nearly as loud, but she screamed as a trickle of blood came out and pooled in the floor. Rockslide was a little upset. He grabbed a small knife from the table and opened her mouth with the other hoof. She thrashed just before being pressed into the back of the seat. Quickly, Rockslide made two cuts in the back of her throat. He felt her gag reflexively. Applebloom started coughing up blood. Her lips and chin were red, and she found she couldn’t raise her voice above a whisper without it hurting. She coughed again. Rock had an idea, and backed up several paces. “Rose, you take the show.” She nodded. Rose’s mind wasn’t entirely intact then; she wanted to do to others what was done to her. She took a wrench and gripped the filly’s lower jaw with it. A worried expression plastered itself on Applebloom’s face. Roseluck pulled. Hard. AB jerked forward, put the flesh didn’t give. She moaned in pain, unable to stop crying. Rose tried again and again. She sighed. I don’t think a wrench is gonna cut it- Cut it. Good job, Rose. She put the wrench down and picked up the knife, and began cutting the flesh away at the joint of the jaw. Applebloom bucked and struggled, so the mare kept missing. Just meant more blood and pain until she saw bone. She did, eventually, and went to the other side. The blade traveled through the young pony’s flesh, listening to her choked and broken screams. It was too pitiful to be classified as a scream to an outsider, but Roseluck recognized the sound. One could say she knew what Applebloom was going through. Rose pulled at her jaw with the wrench again. Harder and with a strange delight. She almost smiled to herself when the flesh tore with a sick sound. The wrench was still attached to the jaw; she tossed both across the room. Blood was flowing freely down her neck and dripping onto her chest. Roseluck sighed. “We need to cauterize these wounds…” She magicked over the lighter from the table and lit it. “This is going to hurt you a lot more than it’ll hurt me.” Rockslide smirked. She was using one-liners. Priceless. The unicorn held the little pony’s head still while the lighter burned the wound bit by bit. Applebloom was trying to raise her voice as best she could, but it was futile. The only solace in making noise was to react to the pain. If it was any less intense she’d black out. That would be awfully nice, wouldn’t it? Roseluck tossed the lighter away. The meat was seared and black, and the blood had stopped coming out. She went around to where blood was still coming from where Applebloom’s tail was previously. Rose pressed a nail against the spot, then hammered it in. Very shortly only the head was visible, and it blocking the flow of viscera. However, the Apple had managed to shit herself earlier. The smell wasn’t noticed right away due to the mess left by the earlier night. Rockslide pried the wrench and jaw apart, then used the wrench to break the bone up until he got a sharp piece. He trotted to Applebloom and ordered Rose to hold her still. AB’s breath was jumpy like she’s been through intense agony or something. Using the edged part of the broken bone, Rock started cutting the filly’s nostril flaps. She thrashed and sat back, passing out. No more energy. Rock picked up the filly’s shit with his cloth and smushed it into her nose. She awoke almost instantly, rocking and shaking her head. She was trying to speak, something along the lines of, “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!” Rose untied Applebloom’s left hoof and locked it in the viscera-covered vise. She turned the spindle to bear down on the appendage. She felt better when the hoof collapsed inward and cracked to the point of piercing the tissue around it. Rose untightened the jaws and cut the meat and bones at the softest point between the hoof-shrapnel and the limb. Rockslide silently worked on plucking the shards from the meat as Rose made a shallow cut in AB’s skin. The filly started to move her hoof out of the way, but Roseluck magicked the foreleg to it would stay stationary. She made a long cut up the limb with the knife held horizontally; she was flaying the poor girl. Applebloom screamed for the first time in several minutes. Her throat had a scream of its own as the brain received intense pain signals. The sharp weapon trailed along smoothly, removing the skin and occasionally hitting a major blood vessel. She did this until the entire leg was red. Rock starting stabbing the splinters and shards of hoof into Applebloom’s unveiled meat, who was shaking and throwing her weight around. The two adults backed up as AB rocked the chair onto its side. She hit her head on the concrete floor with a quiet crack. Rockslide finally cut the weak filly free, then ordered Roseluck to press Applebloom’s tongue to her chest. Rose obeyed, using her magic, because she had a slight idea of what Rockslide had in mind. His plan was to nail the tongue to the lung sternum; the long bone in the middle that connected the rest of the ribs. He balanced the nail and pounded away at it. Applebloom kicked him in the gut on the final hammering. She crawled away on her back, using her good hoof to try and dislodge the nail. Rose stepped around the groaning Rockslide, who had been hit pretty hard. She dragged a sledgehammer out from the bottom rack of the metal table. She aimed carefully and swung wide, the head of the heavy tool slamming into the filly’s snout. The nose was crushed, and the hammer-head sunk through the bone with a lot of unpleasant noises. The girl was still, but Roseluck really wanted to be sure. So she continually smashed the hammer into the farm pony's head. Before long her brains were spread ubiquitously on the ground. She dropped the tool and vomited onto the corpse. Rockslide chuckled and patted her back. It was a good night. Author's Note A new chapter, even more gore, hope you enjoyed. You know the drill. Vote, comment and the like. And any complaints will be erased
Indulgence part 1Indulgence part 1 “Wait here,” commands Rockslide as he trots up the stairs. He pulled a trash bag out from the little box where he kept spares. Naturally, they had been used for the trashcan, but it was going to be put to a less conventional use. Rose backed up into the wall. The horrors of the past three or four minutes were hitting piece by piece. She bowed her head and shut her eyes. “I… Did this…” “You did just fine.” replies Rockslide as he returns. The grey pony told Rose to hold the bag open. She trotted to him and did so as he stuffed the body in. Rose tied it shut and turned to go up the stairs. “We need to clean this stuff up.” remarks Rock as he follows. He watched her behind with a slight smile creasing on his face. Roseluck turned and lit up her horn. A broom, mop, and dustpan floated past her, and converged the mess of cum, feces, urine, and blood. Fifteen minutes later, Rose and Rock sat together on the stairs facing a clean basement. Rockslide turned and started to trot up the stairs. He promptly noticed that Roseluck wasn’t following. He squinted his eyes and called her to attention. “Hey.” Rose looked up at him. “Yes?” “Come on,” commands the stallion. He watched as the unicorn simply nodded and followed him to the bedroom. Rockslide stood at the foot of the bed and gestured for the cream-colored mare to get onto the mattress. She did so, sitting up, as Rock followed. He laid down and looked at her. “You gonna get some sleep?” Rose just nodded and laid down next to him. Soon Rockslide was asleep. She waited an hour before sliding to the other end of the bed and digging the knife from in-between the frame and mattress. She turned, blade clutched. Rockslide was in her face. He casually took the knife from the mare, who had begun shaking. “I-I’m sor-” Rock hit her, then put the knife in the drawers on his side. “Go to sleep, Rose.” Roseluck rubbed her cheek where he’d hit her, then jumped down and curled up in the floor. *** It was so surreal the way they’d woken up. Rock roused the mare from her slumber and kissed her. She kissed back after a brief hesitation, purely to amuse him. The grey colt walked into the basement with Roseluck in tow. “I’m gonna take this body out to the dump. You grind up that Poison Joke.” She nodded and turned, but Rock stopped her with a hoof. “Don’t try anything like you did last night.” *** Rockslide deposited the trashbag and made his way to the house. Roseluck was waiting at the door. He approached and smiled. “Did you leave it in the house?” “The Poison Joke? Yeah.” Rock led her into town. The rainbow-maned mare from the other night saw them and trotted up. “Roseluck! Jesus, where’d you go?” Roseluck smiled weakly. “Oh, I was just… Busy…” The mare cocked a brow. “Oh? Okay, then…” Rose chuckled nervously. “See you around, Dashie.” With that, she trotted off with Rockslide half-scowling and half-laughing. Rainbow Dash just watched with a confused look. What happened to her? Rockslide sighed. “All right, the Wonderbolts are having a show in town square this evening. Maybe we can nab somepony there.” The mare nodded. “Yeah…” *** After the visit and pretending not to notice Roseluck’s odd behavior, Rainbow Dash looked back and paused. ‘What is wrong with her? Is it something to do with that stallion she’s staying with? I’ll have to talk to Twi about this.’ she thought to herself as she headed towards the library. ‘What is going on here? Ponies are dissapearing everyday and we still can’t find out why.’ Once she had reached the library, she knocked on the door, to which of course, Spike answered. “Hey Rainbow, what’s up?” he asked, noticing her concerned look. “I need to speak with Flash and Twilight, now.” Dash replied. “Flash isn’t here right now, I’ll go get her for you, just come on in and get comfortable.” Spike replied. And get comfortable she did, Rainbow sat down on the nearest couch and got as comfortable as possible, when she finally heard Twilight coming down the stairs moments later. “I hear something is bothering you Dash, what’s up?” Twilight asked. “I saw Roseluck today, she was staying with that strange pony, I dunno if she lost her job and got kicked out of her home or not, but when I saw her, she was acting… strange, and with Applebloom coming up missing… and finally seeing her today… I’m worried about her, but also suspiscious of that stallion she’s with.” Dash explained. “To be honest… I’m scared for her and the ponies of Ponyville.” “I see… I’ll notify the princesses of this turning of events.” Twilight’s ears perked as she heard a scream of terror. “We have to go, now!” She said in a panic as she ran out the door of her library, followed closly by Rainbow Dash, only to be caught off guard by the sight that had caused the scream… it was a body, in a trash bag, but they weren’t yet certain of who it was until they saw a small yellow hoof sticking out of the bag. Dash was shocked to a standstill, unmoving at the horror of the sight. “N-no… I-It can’t be… A-Applebloom… C-can it?” Dash asked, afraid to find out the truth. As much as Twilight hated it, she approached the small bagged body and opened it, only to gasp in horror before looking away in tears, which in turn cause Rainbow to break into her own tears. “I-I’ll get the others, you get to the library.” Dash said as she flew off to Sweet Apple Acres to begin her venture to gather the rest of her friends. Once they had all arrived, Twilight was sitting at the table as the rest took their places. “What’s going on Twi?” Applejack asked. “Did ya find Applebloom?” “Is she gonna be alright?” Fluttershy asked in her quiet voice. Pinkie, whose mane had flattened with her sadness at Applebloom’s dissappearance, said nothing. “We…” Twilight began, swallowing a lump as she nervously prepared to give the horrifying news. “We found Applebloom… But… But…” Twilight couldn’t continue, her head dropping to the table as she wept from forcing herself to remember that Applebloom was murdered clearly telling what had happened, causing Applejack to sit there in a stunned silence before suddenly looking enraged as tears filled her eyes. “I’ma find the fucker that did this to my sister and teach them a real good lesson.” she growled as she stormed out of the library being pursued by Rainbow Dash. The rest had fallen to tears and wails of mourning at the death of the filly. *** “Applejack, stop!” Dash called out as she chased after the farm pony, each attempt to stop her failing until suddenly. “This isn’t what Applebloom would have wanted you to do!” she shouted as she landed in front of the mare. “You don’t know that Rainbow Dash, now get outta my way!” Applejack yelled back as she shoved Rainbow Dash aside, but she didn’t get far as Rainbow Dash tackled her with a vice-like grip. “Applebloom would never want you to hurt anypony, you know that deep down Applejack, now wise up and hear me out!” Rainbow Dash shouted again as Applejack struggled to escape, giving up moments later as she finally realized that Dash was right. “I-I’m sorry Dash… I-I’m not rightly certain what got ahold of me just now.” Applejack said with her head hung low as Dash released her. “It’s called grief, Applejack, we all feel it right now, but we can’t lose ourselves to our emotions.” Dash replied. “I know it hurts, trust me. I lost my parents during a fatal accident fifteen years ago. I was crushed, angry, depressed and reclusive, but I held on to the memories that mattered most and that is what got me through. You can get through this Applejack, even if I have to pull you through it.” “I-I must’a gotten pretty angry and not even realized it… But… She… She can’t be gone… Not… Not like this.” Applejack, her state of denial clearly setting in. “Listen AJ, we will have justice. Roseluck is just as much a victim as Applebloom, I know cause I saw her today.” Dash replied. “She needs help, cause I can see that the stallion she has been with did something to her, but we cannot be sure if they are the ones responsible. Roseluck will probably be charged with temporary insanity, but the stallion… if he is responsible… will be sentenced to death by the princess’ ruling.” “I… I just need to get home and get some sleep… Maybe… Maybe this is all just a dream and Applebloom’ll still be there when I wake up.” Applejack said as she began heading towards Sweet Apple Acres. “I hope so Applejack, I hope this is all just a dream.” Twilight looked to Dash from the floor where she lay, having not even cared that she was on the floor as her tears had fallen before Dash’s return. “She gonna be alright?” “I dunno Twi… I dunno.” Was all Dash could say in response before sighing and finding herself a place on the floor beside Twilight. *** “Oh Rose…” Rockslide called from the bedroom. Roseluck swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and made her way to the bedroom from the kitchen where she had carefully ground up the poison joke to a fine powder and collected it in a small container. “Follow me, I’d like you to meet our new guest.” Rock demanded as he held open the wardrobe that lead to the hidden room where he kept all of his ‘guests’. Author's Note Sorry for the long wait guys, I'll have part two out some time sooner or later. Leave a like or a dislike, idc, follow me if you wanna. Comments? Got an OBJECTION?! Tell me in the comments box below, but before you try to judge me, I am merely writing this for the mere fact that I wanted to try my hand at grim-dark. And don't worry, I'll try to give a good ending, as opposed to the alternate version being written by my friend.
JusticeThree years later, Rose and Rock both found themselves locked in a cell in Canterlot’s Dungeon awaiting Rock’s sentence, as Rose had already gone before the princess and was sentenced five years in a mental institution for rehabilitation. “Rock?” called Rose. “Hmm?” the stallion replied. “I… I just want you to know… for the past three years… I… I love you… I love you Rock and nothing will ever change that.” the mare said, shocking the stallion. “I… I… I don’t know what to say Rose… but… if it gives you any solace when my life is forefeit to wherever I go when I die… I… I love you too.” Rock replied. “I fell in love with you the day you made your first kill, not because of your kill, but just how you made me feel like I was no longer alone in the world. I just wish you wouldn’t have to go through the same thing.” Hearng this brought tears to Rose’s eyes, reaching her hooves through the bars of her cell into Rock’s as he gripped hers in a gentle embrace before they heard the guards enter and approach their cells. “Mr. Rockslide, you are hereby summoned to the Throne Room for sentencing, Ms. Rose, you have also been summoned to the throne room, as you will be required to attend his sentencing.” said the guard as he opened their cells, the following guards training their weapons on the two to prevent any retaliation as they were led to the throne room. “Rock… I will avenge you, no matter what. I will continue your work.” Rose whispered to the stallion. “Please, don’t… I don’t want you to suffer the same end as me.” Rock replied quietly. Soon they had reached the throne room, where Celestia, Twilight and her friends and Luna sat, and many other ponies surrounded them, Rock was taken to the stand in front of them, while Rose was taken to the side, where she would be forced to observe the proceedings. “And now, let us begin the final trial of the mass murder case of Rockslide.” Celestia said from her place. “Here we stand, ready to pass the verdict on the case of Rockslide and Roseluck vs. Equestria for the murders of several ponies including Applebloom, sister of Applejack, the Element of Honesty; and Thunderlane, a wonderbolt recruit whose first show would have been the greatest. We shall no longer bother with Roselucks behalf of the case, as her sentence has already been delivered and will be carried out shortly after we are finished here.” Silence fell throughout the room before Twilight stepped forward. ‘Mr. Rockslide, the allegations of your actions, including the rape, torture and brainwashing of Roseluck, and the murders of Thunderlane and Applebloom, all heinous criminal acts, have been tried and found true, what do you say to this?” “The murders, rape, and torture; Yes.” Rockslide replied. “The brainwashing; no… You see, Roseluck, after I had planned to end her life, pledged herself to me, whether her mind was completely intact or not, I am not sure, but I am grateful that you are sparing her life, as it is I who am solely responsible for the disappearances… so I hereby change my plea of ‘Not Guilty’ to ‘Guilty’ and accept whatever sentence you give me.” “Very well.” Celestia said. “By your admission, you revoke the right to further defend yourself in this trial and accept the verdict of ‘Guilty’ and are hereby sentenced to death. This session is adjourned and the case closed, Guards, take them to the courtyard where the sentence will be carried out.” As both Rose and Rock were escorted to the courtyard for Rock’s execution, Applejack looked to her friends and the princesses. “I am, while it griefs me to say it, glad to say that Applebloom can rest in peace now that justice has been served and Rose’s life preserved, I just hope that rehabilitation will get her back to the way she used to be.” “As do I, Applejack, as do I.” Celestia replied. “I do regret I couldn’t act soon enough to prevent your sister’s untimely fate.” “It’s not your fault princess, the guilty have been judged and punished accordingly.” Applejack replied. “Rockslide, by the order of princess Celestia, you have been sentenced to death, any last words before you meet your maker?” asked one of the guards. “Yes… my last words are to Roseluck, whom I have been very appreciative of and have loved very much over the last three years of my life, I am sorry I did the things I did to you, it is now, in the end of my days that I realize what I had done wrong, and that I now go to join my parents in death, thank you…” Rock said. “... for giving me the company I had thought was forever gone, I know that my death will plague you, but please, do not avenge me or continue my doings, for I wish not my fate upon you, but I will not stop you from doing as you will, even in death, all I can do is hope that you will do what is best for you.” Tears sprung to Rose’s eyes at his words. “Rock… No…” she whimpered. “Rockslide, it is with a heavy heart that I must say this.” the guard said. “May Faust have mercy on your soul as it passes into the afterlife.” he then nodded to the executioner who stood and raised his axe, then began bringing it down Rose could only break down in sobs as she watched the executioner’s axe descend and Rock’s head fall into the basket below before she was herself escorted out of the courtyard and taken to Canterlot’s Mental Institute for Rehabilitation and Correctional Services. Author's Note Finally, my first grim-dark is complete, if there are any who desire an alternate ending, please let me know and I will get to work right away. Sorry if it seems a bit short, or lacking in detail, but I couldn't think of any other way to write it.
Indulgence part 2 (Revised Version)Author's Note Tada! See, I told you all I would get back to it, didn't I... Oh... I didn't, well... I thought I did, but that's besides the point, point is, I got back to it. I'm already done writing, but I am going to post the chapters once a week. Enjoy. Indulgence part 2 (Revised Version) Roseluck followed Rock to the room she had once been tortured in before the other ponies after her. There she saw, one of many pegasi that had actually managed to make the Wonderbolts team… Thunderlane, who was currently unconscious before Rockslide approached him. “Wake up.” he commanded. To Rock’s surprise, Roseluck gave Thunderlane a hard buck to the chest without incentive, this was clearly saying somthing about both her and the stallion that had been captured, causing him to yelp in pain as he woke, and Rockslide to stare in shock. “Holy shit Rose, what’s the big deal with this guy and you?” Rock asked. “He piss you off or something in the past?” “Well… when someone like him comes in and fucks up a healing spell on somepony like myself that I entrusted Twilight with casting, it resulted in me getting a horn and turning into a unicorn instead of getting healed because of this dickwad piece of shit.” Rose said as she gave Thunderlane another hard buck, making him cough up a little bit of blood before she readjusted the table to a horizontal position. “Let me go dammit!” Thunderlane shouted. “Let me go or Celestia forbid I see to it you both burn in Tartarus for the rest of your days!” Rose tsked at the threat. “Now now, Thunderlane, is that any way to treat your hosts…” Roseluck cooed. “I think not.” she said as she slammed a hoof across Thunderlanes muzzle. Rock got up to stop Rose from going too far too soon, but Rose looked at him. “This one is mine.” she said with a sick, demented grin almost too evil for the demeanor she held moments ago, the stallion sat back down to see what Rose would do. Thunderlane tried to cry for help, but was socked across the muzzle again by Rose. “Shut the fuck up, nopony will ever hear you down here, you miserable sack of shit.” growled Rose before pulling a cart of tools near and picking up a pair of vice grips and extending one of his wings and clamping the vice-grip down on the wing and pinning it to the table that Thunderlane laid on, Rose then picked up a hammer and held it to his wing and slammed the head of the hammer down on it, breaking the bone with a gut wrenching snap. Thunderlane screamed like a filly at the pain searing from his wing, but Rose only swung the hammer again, breaking another bone in his wing. “R-Rose… P-p-p-please… L-l-l-let me go…” the stallion cried, making her smash the hammer head into his muzzle, fracturing his jaw and making him whimper and yelp. “I said Shut.. The fuck… Up!” Rose screamed, swinging the hammer with each word and breaking his wing even further, the bones splintering through the skin. “You’re going to die down here Thunderlane, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” ‘So much for the poison joke’ Rock thought as he watched Rose torture the stallion. “R-Rose… P-please… You don’t have to do this… P-please just… let me go… No…….. No…...No...Nonononono!” Thunderlane rasped, his throat hoarse from screaming and hollering so much as a blade almost cleaved into his wing before Rose got an idea. “Rock, I’m going to need some help turning him over.” Rose said as she looked to the stallion. Rock made to move, but saw something that Rose hadn’t seen yet. “It seems he enjoys this Rose, whether he thinks he doesn’t or not.” Rose turned to see that, even through all the torment, Thunderlane had sprung an erection despite his dislike, and Rose wanted to capitalize on this. “Cum before I say you can and I’ll just kill you slower, but if you behave yourself, I might just kill you quicker.” she said before mounting the stallion. “I’m the last mare you’ll ever fuck.” Seeing Rose so willingly torturing a stallion only made Rock excited, his own cock getting hard from the sight. As Roseluck took Thunderlane’s cock into her pussy and began riding his cock, Rock stepped out and pulled the stallion’s head back and presented his cock, forcing the stallion’s mouth open and cramming his cock balls deep in Thunderlane’s throat. Thunderlane tried to pull away from Rock, but he only got a slash across his barrel from Rose with a knife, exposing his intestines and other internal organs. Rose moaned softly as she rode the stallion’s cock, pressing a hoof down on Thunderlane’s broken wing, making him scream around Rock’s cock being crammed down his throat, cutting off all oxygen supplies. Moment’s later, Rose screamed in orgasm as she continued fucking the helpless stallion. Rock wasn’t far behind as he came down Thunderlane’s throat but kept going. It was then that Thunderlane came, spilling his ejaculate into Rose, who only seemed angry. “Did I say you could cum?” she growled. “Did I even say you could cum inside? No I didn’t.” she said as she pulled the stallion’s cock out of her and pushed Rock away. “I could get pregnant because of you, you incompetent sack of shit.” she said as she picked up a large pair of gardening shears and leveled them, wide open, around the base of Thunderlane’s cock and slowly began cutting into the flesh, the stallion screaming in unbearable agony until the sound of Thunderlane’s cock falling to the floor resounded with an audible 'Thud' and blood was squirting from where his cock was before she aligned the shears with his balls and quickly cut them off, making the already dying stallion scream once more. “You won’t be needing those anymore.” ‘Damn’ Rock thought. ‘He really must have pissed her off for her to go that far, I like it.’ “Rock, could you take his cock and make sure it stays hard while we preserve it, I’d like to have myself a toy when I’m done with him.” She said before turning to the tortured stallion and cutting his stomach open further with a sick grin and grabbing hold of his intestines and attatching them to a hook that began slowly pulling his intestines out when Rose pressed a button while sitting there watching as Rock picked up the still rock hard, disembodied cock of Thunderlane and cauterized the bloody end with a lighter and put it in a freezer where it would freeze like it is and would stay that way. Thunderlane’s voice was completely gone at this point all he could do was watch in life-ending horror as his intestines were pulled from his body inch by inch, managing to vomit on himself, making him choke on his own chuke. About an hour later, Rose stared into the lifeless eyes of the carcass of Thunderlane, whose guts now lay in a heap on the floor. “Well, that’s one less fuck-up on the streets.” Rose said. “You did well Rose, you did more than I expected.” Rock said. “And you didn’t even flinch.” “Like I said, he caused Twilight to fuck up a healing spell that gave me the horn and unicorn powers.” Rose replied. “Tends to piss ponies off when that happens, It just got me the worst, but I didn’t have the key to unlocking that anger until you showed me the way, you helped me unlock my anger.” “That’s my girl.” Rock said as he nuzzled her. “You go get yourself cleaned up, I’ll clean up the mess.” Rose smiled and nuzzled him in return. “Thank you for getting that dead sack of shit for me.” “If there’s anyone else you want me to catch, just you let me know and I’ll have them caught.” Rock replied. Rose smiled again and headed upstairs, where she headed for the shower. As Rock cleaned up the mess, he thought to himself. ‘I’ve turned her into a killer, amazing.’ “I wonder who to capture next.”
