Wicked Games

Chapter One Part Two

Scootaloo wiped her chin and forced herself to look up. She was hidden beneath a fallen tree, so she had some time to asses the situation before she was found. Ponies danced around a fire, chanting a singing. All the ponies were black and red like Darkest, but some filly's had white manes. Before she could even think the question of 'why?' she had her answer. A young filly that Scootaloo went to school with named Diamond Tiara was hanging by her fore-hooves from a tree. She was screaming and flailing, doing whatever she could to escape. Scootaloo swallowed hard, and felt the pit in her stomach deepen. 'I have to save her,' Scootaloo began to think, 'I have to.' Moments later, as Scootaloo was creeping through the brush, trying to get closer and offer help, everything got quiet. Scootaloo held her breath, trying to be as silent as possible. She peeked up over the brush and watched two little filly's go and stand beneath Diamond. All the colt's and mare's turned to watch, starting to quietly chant. 'I'm running out of time! I have to-' She was cut off by a scream, and then a sickening ripping sound. Scootaloo froze as she watched Diamond's insides dump all over the filly's. They danced and sang and played in them, occasionally stopping to take a bite or two of her remains, or lick up some blood from the ground. The clan cheered and screamed with a sick excitement, then went on doing their own thing. Scootaloo vomited again, choking down her sobs. 'I have to find Darkest...I have too!' Scootaloo started to slowly circle the clans "village" in an attempt to scope out Darkest.

"Scootaloo!" a voice called from behind her. She shot around, holding a hoof to her mouth. "What? I fou- Oh." Applebloom dropped her voice down to a tiny whisper. "Come on, Scoots! We've got to get out of here." She pulled on Scootaloo's leg, trying to turn her around.

"Wait..... how did you find me? And how did you get here with your flank all bitten...?"

"Oh, haha, I, um, Twilight healed me right up, haha. Come on, Scoots, let's go.." Applebloom said, shifting her eyes and laughing suspiciously.

".....who are you?" Scootaloo backed away. "What do you want?"

"Scoots, it's me! Applebloom!" The pony pleaded, stepping towards her. "I promise!"

"If you're Applebloom, you wont mind answering a few questions!" Scootaloo whisper-shouted at the pony.

"Fine then, quiz me!" The supposed Applebloom sat down and glared at Scootaloo.

"What did I say to you the night you let me sleep in your barn after my parents......" Scootaloo trailed off, then snapped to. "Well, what did I say?" The other pony tapped her chin thoughtfully, then opened her mouth.

"You got me." It said in a creepy voice, standing up. She grew to be about as tall as Big Macintosh, and as menacing as a chimera. "You're coming with me!" The monstrous, now just a black figure, pony shrieked. She snatched Scootaloo up by her tiny wings. Scootaloo screamed in anguish, and tried to fight back. With a disgusting crunch, followed the sound of ripping skin, Scootaloo hit the ground.

"Augh, my wings!" Scootaloo was on the ground, writhing and screaming in pain. The figure laughed and dropped her wings on top of her. It then lowered itself onto her and picked her up again.

"Come on, you silly filly. Fighting only makes it worse, see?" She forced Scootaloo's head to turn and face the twitching wings on the ground. Scootaloo closed her eyes and sobbed, trying to un-see everything. She felt herself starting to fade, but she forced herself to stay awake.

"Let! Me! GO!" Scootaloo raged, bucking at the figures stomach. The figure grunted after each buck, but her attacks didn't sway her. The figure carried her over the "celebration," then looked down at her.

"Have fun at the party..." she whispered, and dropped Scootaloo into the crowd.

Chapter Two Part Two

Scootaloo woke with a jolt. The smell of rotting flesh encased her, causing her to cough and wheeze. She tried to move, but was completely incapable. She blinked her eyes, and started to focus. She was in a hut, with a thatched ceiling and clay walls. She could make out various herbs and spices in jars around her. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to shift herself to be able to see more. She gasped in pain, and looked down. She was tied down to a board, covered in what she hoped was red paint. The sides of the board had spikes facing inward, so whenever she moved, she'd get cut. Scootaloo took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 'What do I do?' she thought, tears creeping down her face. 'What the hay do I do?' She heard rustling from outside of the hut. 'Please, please be Applejack or the girls.' She thought with hope. The hope drained from her face as a ghastly pony strolled in. He smelled of death, and it burned Scootaloo's eyes. He looked like Darkest, but much taller, and he had a Cutie mark. He looked down at her, and smiled sickly.

"Hello there, pretty pony.." he murmured, stroking her mane and cheek. Scootaloo glared at him through tear filled eyes. "My name is Grimmest Shadows.... what's yours?" He leaned his head closer to hers, breathing his blood and meat scented breath all over her face, causing her to cringe.

"Scootaloo." She whispered back at him, her jaw squared and defiant.

"Well Scootaloo, you're going to get the special package ALL of our ... guests," he paused and chuckled before continuing, "receive." He shoved a hoof down between her legs, grabbed, and twisted Scootaloo's most private area. She howled in pain, but didn't thrash, remembering the spikes that surrounded her. "See? Doesn't that feel nice?" He hissed, twisting and pulling her sensitive spot harshly. Scootaloo could feel the blood start to drip from her, because of all the pressure he was putting against it. She howled again, and Grimmest grinned. He leaned his head down and licked the blood clean off of her flank. He looked her in the eyes as he licked his lips and flashed her a bloody smile. He released her and moved to her face, then winked.

"What're you--" Scootaloo was cut off by his shaft entering her mouth. She choked and gagged, causing Grimmest to laugh. She tried to bite down on it to make him stop, but he just moaned. He started thrusting against her head, choking her nearly to death. He pulled out of her mouth and she gasped. She was getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen. "N-no.... stop..." she murmured, as he re-entered her mouth.

"Just go to sleep, Scootaloo. I'll wake you in time for the party..." Grimmest whispered soothingly, thrusting maniacally.