A Coven of Sisters

Sweetie Belle, Applebloom and Scootaloo sat on their haunches around the large diagram they had painted on the floor, using the deceased drake's blood, laying the cold corps in the center.

“Now, before we begin,” Sweetie Belle started to say. “Girls, cut you're right foreleg. Not deep, but we need to settle something first.”

Applebloom looked confused, but Scootaloo understand perfectly.

“Delayed servant-ship?” She asked, producing a small knife she had swiped from the Castle's kitchen. Though her summons might not demand a blood sacrifice, she wasn't ready for those ones yet, she still found enjoyment in the act of cutting and seeing blood.

Sweetie Belle beamed. “You know?” She asked happily, stomping her front hooves.

“Yes, I've actually been studding the book, just liked you asked us to do.”

Applebloom's ears folded back. “I forgot.”

“No biggie.” Scootaloo smiled. “Here how it works. We all cut our right foreleg, and spear a little blood on the servant's forehead. While chanting. When the terms of the agreement are met, they become a thrall.”

“But wait,” Applebloom's ears perked up curiously. “Rarity's gonna be a willing servant. A thrall isn't really willing, aren't they?”

Sweetie Belle gave her big sister an evil side glance. “Let's just say, this is for insurance. She has broken her promises to me before too much for me to trust her.”

Rarity just stood quiet, waiting.

“Al'right.” Applebloom nodded, the pieces fitting together. “Let's do this!”

They began chanting, passing the small blade around, cutting their leg, barely feeling the sharp metal as it opened their forelocks to bleed black blood. One by one, they approached Rarity, smearing her once white forehead with their dark, sticky blood. Without a pause, they all took their place around the diagram in the floor and continued chanting, drawing in all their magical energy to pool inside the blood lines to the limp body in the center.

Rarity felt all the magical barriers that were up before, drop. The witches were in a trance that she doubted even death could stop, and so knew she only had a few minutes at best.

She galloped to the crying Princess, ripping off all restraints that held her in place.

“Come! Fast! We don't have much time!”

Twilight fell limply. “N-no. S-spike!”

Rarity didn't have time for this, not if she was going to save the last of her friends. Ducking her head, she thrust her horn under Twilight's purple body and lunged forward while standing, lifting Twilight Sparkle onto her back. Turning tail, she turned tail and galloped for the door.

The strange chanting reverberated through the castle, rising and falling in cadence, pulsing with ancient, primal power that vibrated the structure with a dull rumble that rattled the spirit of the two mares that were racing for their life.

All at once, all noise stopped. The world was silent. Even the slamming open of the front door was as quiet as death. Mutely, both Rarity and the still crying Twilight witnessed Princess Celestia and Luna, flanked by a squad of armed gaurds, in all their glory, stream in.

Celestia didn't say a word. Rarity doubted if she did, that she would be able to hear it, but the Princess of the Sun seemed to know what was going on at first step. Slowly, wings folding, Celestia led the way to the dining hall, where three fillies, sat, bathed in black and green flames, around a dark void, not even giving any other pony a glance.

“That is enough.” Celestia spoke, her voice shattering the silence that over took the world around them.

The three fillies didn't look up, but started singing.

One, two cut off their hooves~

“There is dark power in witchcraft.” Luna said. “Not the power little ponies should be playing with.”

Three, four, bathe in the gore~

Celestia gave a resigned sigh. “Guards, seize them.”

A detail of six guards started walking forward, to apprehend the young witches.

Five, six, impale them with sticks~

The guards continued making their way across the vast dining hall, that seemed to stretch with each step.

Seven, eight, their heads are on stakes~

The void dissipated, leaving behind a familiar drake, standing, eyes closed and untouched.

Nine, ten, do it again~

Spikes eyes opened, and Rarity dropped to the ground. A searing sensation burrowed into her brain, leaving behind a willingness to do anything, just to make it stop.

The guards put a hoof on the fillies.

A moment passed, before one of the guards realized something was wrong. For some reason, the shoulders of the little ponies were wet and very slick. Looking down they saw shiny redness and—one by one the guards all screamed as their hooves had been severed off by a blue aura. Sweetie Belle, Applebloom and Scootaloo all looked up, opening their eyes, smiling at each other, as Rarity stood up, the glowing around her horn dying. She made her way, unopposed by the shocked Princesses and guards, who could do nothing, but stand helpless as the white unicorn broke several chairs, taking long splinters and jagged piece, ramming them into the bodies of the six unlucky guards.

Rarity, once she had threaded each guard with splintering wood, buried her horn into a guard' s neck, working her horn back and forth, thrusting in deeper. Blood spurted out in frothy spurts, drenching the her white coat in crimson, dripping down her chest, and forelegs as as she worked her horn through the guard's neck. She worked her horn like a toothless saw, ripping flesh and tendons rather than cutting, causing the near dead guard to scream louder, pleading for it to stop, crying tears of torturous pain and want for death.

Raritiy's horn finally ripped through out side of his neck, severing the main artery and bringing his slow death to an end. Without a pause, she bit the exposed neck bone and, with a few tugs and a loud crack, ripped his head completely off, taking one of the broken chair legs and slamming his head onto it, taking a moment to watch gore drip down, brain matter leaking down the blood stained pole of polished wood.

Every guard by the Princesses started heaving, throwing up for from the sight that they never forget as long as they lived. The Princesses themselves paled, unable to move as the bloody unicorn started to do it again, and again, until the head of every guard who touched the witches was mounted on a stake.

Silence.

“Isn't she amazing?” The voice of Spike was loving and tender, sounding alien with the scene that he was standing in the midst of.

“This has gone too far.” Luna breathed. She stepped forward bravely. “Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo. We cannot allow this defiling black magic to persist.

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? And who's going to stop us? You and Celestia?”

“We know that witches are more powerful than Alicorns.” Applebloom added cockily.

“Sisters, please.” Sweetie Belle chided. “They are Princesses. They deserve, some, respect.”

Luna looked a little relieved, but still stood unsure. “I assume that you're the Coven leader?”

“Yes.” Sweetie Belle nodded. “Now, what can we do for you, Princess. Oh,” She added on, like the thought just occurred to her. “We're not very happy with the letter you sent back. Truth is, we're not happy that Princess Twilight sent such a, aaahhh, distressing letter in the first place.” The little white filly locked eyes with the Princess of Friendship. “Remember, Princess, this all could have been avoided, if you hadn't of freaked out. The blood of Applejack and these guards are on you're hooves.”

Celestia stepped forward, blocking the sobbing, emotionally broken Twilight from view.

“Now, that we got the unpleasantries out of the way.” Sweetie Belle smiled, dipping a hoof in the mixed blood of the decapitated guards, bringing it to her her lips for a lick. “Let's discuss business.”

“We have no business with witches!” A guard barked. Scootaloo gave him a glare, which silenced anything else he might have said.

“And what business do we have?” Celestia asked patiently.

“Our safe travel.” Sweetie Belle replied.

“And where do you wish to travel?” Luna asked, not sure what to expect.

Sweetie Belle looked at her sisters, Spike and Rarity. “Shall I speak bluntly?”

“Please do.” Celestia answered.

“You don't want us here. We are witches. Even more, we don't want to be here. Not anymore.”

Luna took a hesitant step forward. “I don't understand.”

Sweetie Belle walked until she was standing almost in hoof's reach of the Moon Princess.

“We've been judged our whole lives. Now that we have discovered who we really are, we'll be cast out too. Sure we could enact our revenge, but that will only cause more judgment. We are tired of bullies and others who look down on us. Why do you think we attacked the ponies we did?”

Neither Luna nor Celestia had an answer.

“Because we were picked on or being mistreated.” Sweetie Belle explained. “Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara have been bullies our whole lives. Even more, they were bullies to others. Equestia is better off without them.”

The temperature of the room dropped with the icy statement.

“Applejack was against us having our cutie marks. We finally found something we were good at, and now she only had bad things to say. Rarity was worse, thinking that our friendship with Scootaloo ruined us. Princess Twilight let her fear over take her and rather than talking to us about all this, she sent for you all.”

“And Spike?” Twilight asked, her voice a shaky squeak.

“He was an accident.” Sweetie Belle said, glaring over her shoulder at Scootaloo, who was now very interested in the ceiling. “We had no intention of killing him.”

“So, where do you want to go?” Celestia asked calmly.

“The human world.” Sweetie Belle replied. “No one knows who we are there, and we can be in peace. That and ponies won't try and kill us for being witches.”

Silence.

“I can't allow you to ruin another world.” Celestia finally spoke.

“Look, Princess,” Scootaloo began. “What would you rather have? Equestria in ruins or us off this planet with a fresh start?”

“We're not lookin' for a place to destroy.” Applebloom explained. “We just want a place to be what we are in peace, without all the high'n'mighty tellin' us that we're bad.”

“How can we doom another place when they do not deserve it?” Luna asked.

Sweetie Belle sighed. “Very well. Rarity, fetch Princess Twilight Sparkle.”

Guards immediately jump forward to defend the Princess, who was hiding behind Celestia, but fell to the ground, their throats slit by the bloody unicorns magic. Celestia herself stood forth, while Luna turned to confront the threat to her royal sister, but both were knocked aside by the combined magic of the three young witches. Twilight huddled under her forelegs, pleading no.

Rarity, bit her mane, half dragging, half carrying the poor Princess to the feet of her masters.

Sweetie Belle smiled sweetly, stroking Twilight's horn. “There, there. It's okay. We're not going to hurt you. We just need,” She stepped on Twilight's head, forcing her to stay still. “You're horn.”

Before Twilight could understand what was happening, Sweetie Belle's hoof hit the base of her horn as hard as she could. The purple pony wailed, screeched and screamed in pain as the white filly hit the horn again and again, until the horn became loose. Clamping down on the tip with her teeth, the little filly ripped the horn out by the roots, leaving a gaping hole in the Princess's head.

“Now,” Sweetie Belle held up the horn. “The splitting chant.”

Three from one,

One undone,

Share this prize,

With sisters of mine,

One for you and me and you,

Three from one and one in three.

The horn cracked, and three split into three long pieces. Each witch took a section of horn.

“Now with me sisters~” Sweetie Belle sang. In bright green flames, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Applebloom, Spike and Rarity all disappeared vanishing into the human world, leaving behind the two unconscious Princesses, a forever magically inept Twilight, a dozen slaughtered guard and the giggles of three fillies,

“Oh what fun will have in in the human world~”