One shot ravings

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. They cannot exist without each other, the two constant, immutable  concepts that are so often seen as foes are the best of friends. Another cut, and blood runs down my foreleg. A giggle escapes my lips as the Pain/Pleasure feeds my Pleasure/Pain.  A sigh, born of ecstasy, a climax of my soul as I tread down the street. Pain/Pleasure. The thought races through my mind. My name is Killer Laugh. I kill ponies, I have to. They say I have to do it, and I will do it.

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. Again, the knife held aloft in my magic slashes my foreleg. A whimper escapes, I don’t know if it is of agony or adulation. Such a pleasant word. I learned many words at the academy, before THE ACCIDENT. HOW DARE THEY! THEY SAID I WAS INSANE! Hehehe... oh, I hurt them so badly, they must have felt so good!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I creep through the shadows of Canterlot. Canterlot? Yes, that is where I am from. Funny you should ask, they told me you would ask. Who are you? Are you me? Am I you? I guess it doesn’t matter. So little matters, except the Pain and the Pleasure. Yes, those two are the constants of my life.

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. There is a shadow ahead! A green mare looks up, carrying a bag of groceries in her saddlebags. “Hello?” she asks. I say hi to her, but when the light catches my face she tries to scream. NO! I WONT LET IT HAPPEN! THEY HATE THE SCREAMING! IT HURTS SO BADLY!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The pain feels SOO good! SHE MUST SCREAM FOR ME! The knife goes down, a quick jab. I was studying medical magic, you know? I know ALL about the body. I know how to take it apart. I was learning how to put it back together. But taking it apart is so painful, so pleasurable, so much better than putting it back together. I always loved to create messes, but MOTHER MADE ME CLEAN THEM UP!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The stab ruptures her left lung, deflating it nearly instantly as my weight bears down on her. A slight struggle, and she gasps, the groceries rolling away. Two tomatoes, three heads of cabbage, some spices, cooking oil, a jar of pickles. Her Cutie Mark, a white chef hat and a cleaver. CLEAVER! MEANT FOR BUTCHERS! THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO TAKE A PERSON APART RIGHT but they are so good at it... they know how to cut almost as good as me! HAHAHA!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. Her life vanished, and I probed her with my magic. My Cutie Mark, a bloody knife and a screaming skull. I could feel her pain, I could force myself to feel what she was feeling. Yes, that used to be my talent. I was going to be... a therapist? I could feel what others felt. Why was I a doctor then? Or was my cutie mark a cleaver and chef hat? But that was her... her voice screams in my head, joining the chorus of others that I have CURED OF THEIR HURTS! I HELP THEM!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I move on. Her body lies in the streets, another one to join the ones in the papers. I had killed SO many, an ocean of blood. Two guards... they give an angered cry, and the unicorn starts to send a spell. He looks in disbelief as his spell fizzles and his horn falls to the ground, blood erupting from his forehead. A moment later, he falls over, his chest splayed open and organs dripping to the ground like refuse from a butcher shop. KILL THE OTHER! I COMMAND IT! Yes master.

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. He tackles me. I feel a stabbing pain in my chest as his spear pokes out the other side. AH THE PAIN! I climaxed harder than I ever remember, even as my heart slowed. Then it started, and I pulled his spear out, a rib cracking and then mending. Yes, that was it! A cast and medicine bottle, that was my mark! Or was it a spear and whistle? I pondered this as my wounds closed and I absorbed his soul and pain, quivering in pleasure while his mind screamed in my head, joining the others I had killed. THEY MADE ME DO IT oh god let me stop MAKE IT STOP never ever ever again HAHAHA!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I moved over, his body still twitching as my knife was left. In my magic I carried the tip of his spear. The castle loomed ahead, the gates open for the nightly delivery. The guards at the gate charged me! I hacked the first one to pieces. A scream of fury fit to wake the dead tore out of me as I slashed again and again, deflecting their spells. I was a top level unicorn, a graduate of Celestia's School for Gifted Ponies! My cutie mark, a spellbook and stars, or was it a shield and armor? Or was that the one I just killed?

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The hallway was covered in blood and gore, guards lay sprawled all over the place. Yes, it WAS canterlot! WHERE WAS CELESTIA she is in her study of course. IT IS TOO WELL GUARDED we cannot die! We saw to that! GO NOW! Yes of course please don’t hurt me!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. Two more died before it broke, the STUPID SPEAR SO WORTHLESS! I ripped their bones out of their twitching bodies before they died, and their souls joined the rest in my mind, screaming in agony it felt so good. The doors opened as sunlight poured out. I HAVE COME FOR YOU! What are you doing here? I CAME TO KILL YOU MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. She stood up, and for a moment I felt fear before the pleasure started. I was going to kill CELESTIA! I knew how to do it, the special dagger I had... yes, it would work! A spear of light intercepted my dagger, and I twirled it around. Yes, a DUELIST! That was me! A rapier and swordbreaker, that was my mark! The moves came easily to me. I giggled again, a cry of madness and agony that came from my soul! She shouted at me, but I couldn’t hear her over the pounding in my head.

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. The spear stabbed just below my fetlock, and a hoof flew away, blood following it. A ripple of pleasure consumed me, and the pain caused me to laugh again. Her eyes widen as my dagger strikes her in the rear flank, just below her cutie mark. YES! The spear finds its mark, in the center of my chest. WOULDNT THEY LEARN I COULDNT DIE! I fell back, the spear pulling out and my magic closing it. SHE WOULDNT DIE! THE DAGGER DIDNT WORK! But I knew more... I HAD SEEN THE ABYSS AND IT HAD SEEN ME BACK!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. I ran away, I couldn’t kill her. She fell back on an injured leg HOW COULD THAT HURT as guards chased me. What an annoyance. With a flick of my mind, they went flying out the window. A Pegasus flew in, and his wings decorated the floor as he was tossed into a pillar. WINGS ON A SHIELD THAT WAS IT! Or was it a golden sun? No, I hadn’t killed her... COME BACK TO ME MY STUDENT!

Pain/Pleasure, Pleasure/Pain. A bright light was ahead of me, and I ran to it with giddy anticipaiton. A dark tall mare, moon for her cutie mark stood before me, a radient sister next to her. THEY WERE SO REGAL DONT TOUCH THEM kill them. Kill them both. I raised my dagger again. Sorrow fills her eyes as her horn ignites, and Pleasure and Pain filled my last thoughts. I was free.