Break A Leg

Spike grew more and more delusional and reclusive as the weeks since Pinkie Pie's spontaneous combustion, and his thirst for a new kill grew larger and larger every day. Spike pondered, staring at his list nearly every day, trying to decide which of the remaining three ponies would be subjected to his wrath next.

But the young dragon was apprehensive, as an investigator from the PCU (Pony Crimes Unit) began snooping around, investigating the disappearance of Pinkie Pie, the murder of Rarity, and Twilight Sparkle's suicide. Investigators like him weren't meant to take everything at face value, and that's exactly what was happening in Ponyville.

"Did you ever suspect Twilight to be capable of such violence?" The brass investigator asked the small purple and green dragon at Twilight's castle one early morning.

Spike's small, stubby legs hung over the chair he was planted in, his class trembling in feigned hurt. "I-I never expected anything like this from her!"

The investigator pony, named Detective Pinpoint, nodded slightly, turning away to look at the assortment of books on the shelves of the now dusty library. Spike had neglected his chores for weeks.

"Hm, no one did. We've yet to find her body, so she may still be alive, and faked her own suicide," Pinpoint said, hoof on chin.

"M-maybe," Spike stammered, but he knew that Twilight's body was floating somewhere, her head caved in.

"Well, thank you Spike the Dragon, we'll be sure to inform you if anything else pops up. We may have more questions in the future," Pinpoint said, heading out the door, Spike nodded a reply and waved a goodbye.

Tonight was the night. The sun had just slunk below the horizon, and Spike made his way to his next target: Sweet Apple Acres.

"Hey-a Spike, I was just about to go to behd, whatcha need?" Applejack asked as the small purple dragon approached the barn door.

"I was wondering... If you could help me find something, in the Apple fields," Spike asked, puppy dog eyes at the ready.

"Well, I can't help for too long... But... Fine." Applejack replied.

The Apple fields were a maze of trees, Spike feigned searching while Applejack repeatedly asked what they were looking for, before Spike shushed her.

They came to a rather dark and secluded spot, where Spike told Applejack to search behind a tree. He dug behind an adjacent tree and pulled out a baseball bat, and slowly approached Applejack from behind, she turned around and ducked beneath the swing as she head-butted the small dragon in the stomach, knocking fire from out of his mouth.

Spike was flung a few feet back, and Applejack looked shocked "What are you doing Spike?!"

Spike leaped up, grabbed the baseball bat that lay a few feet from him and charged again, saying nothing. Applejack dodged blows as Spike's anger caused him to slip up, allowing Applejack to buck him straight in the side of the head. Spike began swinging at think air, disoriented as Applejack bucked him again in the back of the head, causing him to land face first into the dirt, passing out.

"He just ahttacked me, Big Mac!" Applejack whined

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied, flipping the small dragon onto his back, Spike began to awake, stirring slightly. Big Mac leaned in to give Spike a closer look, finally awake, Spike screamed and dug his claws into Big Mac's eyes, causing the red pony to scream himself and fling his neck back, sending Spike into the air, hitting the ground with a thud.

Big Mac continued screaming in pain as Applejack charged at Spike. The purple dragon attempted to flee, but was still disoriented, and landed face first in the dirt after taking his first few steps.

Applejack stood above Spike, her eyes narrowing, as Spike flung a clawfull of dirt into her eyes, causing her to recoil and slam her head against a tree, she slunk to the ground and groaned.

Spike looked to Big Mac's saddlebag, leaning against a tree, a shotgun sticking out of it. Maybe even the same shotgun that killed Rarity. He took it up and loaded it, before slowly walking over to the clump of red, screaming mass that was Big Macintosh. Spike took the shotgun to his head, and muttered, "You just HAD to get involved..." Before firing and spilling Big Mac's brains onto the dirt.

Applejack regained consciousness, strapped down to an Apple cart, her legs flat and parallel to one another, Spike, noticing she was awake, spoke to Applejack.

"Back when slave ponies were still around, and these said slave ponies would attempt to escape, and they were caught," he said, "The Slavers had to be sure they wouldn't try something like that again, but they couldn't kill them, they were worth too much... So they invented a little practice that made it impossible for them to ever run away again..."

Spike placed a length of wood in between Applejack's hind legs, above her ankles. He removed a baseball bat and twirled it around slowly.

"S-spike, why?!" Applejack yelled.

"Rarity," Spike simply replied, swinging the bat and causing Applejack's hoof to snap in a ninety degree angle, she screamed, the white hot pain shooting throughout her body. Spike laughed.

"One more, sugarcube," Spike said mockingly as he swung once more, sending the other hoof at a ninety degree angle. Applejack screamed yet again as Spike laughed maniacally.

Spike cut the ropes holding her down as he knew Applejack was in too much pain to fight back. He grabbed her mane and threw her to the ground and looked her in the eyes before saying sharply, "Work, bitch."

Applejack pleaded, saying she was in far too much pain to work. Spike reached behind him and pulled out the shotgun that was used to kill Big Mac, parts of his brain still plastered to the barrel. Spike shoved the barrel into Applejack's mouth and began probing gently, causing Applejack to gag and whine with each thrust.

"You'll work, pony. You know what happens to work ponies who don't work..." Spike laughed. He motioned to a cart of apples and Applejack began walking toward it, dragging her hind legs behind her, she moaned loudly as Spike followed closely behind.

Applejack weakly pulled the cart full of apples, the pure strain caused her to begin to piss herself, mixing the urine and blood from her broken hoofs.

The work pony surprisingly made it a few dozen yards before collapsing, her entire body shaking from pain. The fear in her began to mount as Spike stood above her, shotgun at the ready.

"Spike, I-I had to... They made me..." Applejack begged, she flung herself onto her back and began sobbing uncontrollably as she began pissing herself again, she saw her hooves and vomited in her chest, the green, putrid liquid slunk down her chest, and onto the ground, mixing with the piss and blood.

Spike chuckled as he grabbed a clawfull of this Applejack fear cocktail, he pulled her head back and rubbed the liquid into her face, she groaned and sputtered lightly before falling into her back.

"Time to do the deed I suppose," Spike said dejectedly, only starting to have fun. He aimed and was about to fire when he heard it.

Over a dozen ponies were yelling Applejack's name, searching for her, Applejack had to leave now, and he couldn't kill her. He groaned as he wrapped his claws around her neck, hoping to kill her before anyone showed up.

Applejack gagged lightly as her eyes began to roll up into her skull, she groaned ever so slightly, he was so close, he could feel her life ebbing away...

"Applejack?! Where are yew?" Apple bloom yelled from a few feet away. Spike gasped and dashed in the opposite direction towards Ponyville, hoping he did a well enough job to kill the farmer pony.

The next morning, after Spike had washed off the remains of Applejack and Big Mac, he discovered Ponyville was abuzz with news: someone had tried to kill Applejack.

'Tried?!' Spike thought, 'I thought I killed that bitch?!'

Spike asked a group of gossiping ponies what had happened. They explained that someone had tried to kill Applejack, and that she was currently in a coma at Ponyville Hospital. Spike knew what he had to do.

Detective Pinpoint wasn't allowing anyone to see Applejack, not even Rainbow Dash or Fluttershy. He kept constant diligence by her hospital room door, and Spike knew getting in would be no easy task.

Suddenly a plan hatched in Spike's mind, a devious one indeed. Nurse Redheart walked up to Detective Pinpoint and asked to be able to see her, he pondered this a bit and allowed her to do so.

When she left, and began walking Spike's way, he snuck a vial and syringe from the cart she was pushing. The bottle was labeled "Etorphine", and a little too much of this could kill a pony.

Another nurse pony walked by and Spike shoved the syringe into her flank and began injecting the liquid before retreating around a corner. The nurse collapsed onto the ground and began convulsing, Detective Pinpoint ran to her aid as Spike snuck past the commotion and into Applejack's room.

The work pony was hooked up to many different machines, a steady heartbeat beeped from a machine in the corner.

Spike noticed the feeding tube hooked up to a bag of liquefied food, another devious plan was hatched.

"Sorry, Applejack, you fucking cunt," remarked Spike before unhooking the feeding tube from the machine, leaving the tube directly into Applejack's insides exposed. He chuckled before breathing fire into the tube, Applejack's pulse shot up sharply and with every fire breath, Applejack's stomach began to bubble and gurgle, the sound of her insides melting.

After a few more moments, Applejack's pulse slowed to nothing, and Spike chuckled. Banging on the door was heard as the Nurse's who were alerted to Applejack's dead pulse tried to enter.

Spike shoved the window open and jumped out, just as Detective Pinpoint bursted in. Spike landed on a pile of hay and quickly bolted off back towards his library.

When Spike arrived home, he was finally able to cross Applejack's name of the list, but he was forced to add one more: Detective Pinpoint.