Rainbow Heart 2

Rainbow Heart, “By my will revenge will belong to everypony!”

The town sewer plant smelled rancid. It was in the evening and the autumn wind was blowing through the facility with brisk strokes. My next pony was already in place. My sleep spell would soon wear off and I wanted to be ready.

I never properly introduced myself to you. My name is Double Rainbow. I am a horse of another different color. I am a white unicorn with rainbow mane and tail. I have blue eyes and a rainbow horn. My cutie mark is two semi-circular rainbows on my flank, one on top of the other divided by a small space. Yes, it was my horn that Rainbow Heart, my lover, had removed from me and was magically attached to his forehead sometime after my death. I cut it off of him with an axe when I found him in the Everfree Forest and then I reattached it to myself using nails and a hammer. My horn is most powerful, but it is only a fraction of my full magic potential. Even after death, my horn was loaded with my magic power. I have very powerful magic due to the Karma I generated in life by doing many good things. This is why I was chosen to fulfill these tasks by nature. To bring balance back to good and evil. Sadly, I was a zombie pony. I was unexpectedly awaken when my lover used the zombie spell from my Book of Shadows to raise the dead ponies of the Stones of Tears, even though he thought he had purposefully not raised me from the dead. I wore bloody bandages around my neck still and the bandages were covered by a fashionable rainbow scarf to conceal the fatal wound inflicted on me. I also donned a decorative saddle complete with a yin and yang symbol and other ornamental details. In death I realized nature wanted me to combat the crimes against ponykind. This would bring about balance. It wouldn’t just be the 100 innocent ponies at the Stones of Tears, now there would be a cosmically equal amount of evil ponies buried there to balance the amount of good ponies.

The pony in front of me was well known by almost all local stallions and some mares for services rendered in Ponyville. Cream Pie is a female earth pony. She had a black body with red mane, tail, and eyes. Her cutie mark is 20 bits.

When Cream Pie came too, she jerked up with a shriek, feeling pain. Energetically, she frantically tried to get out of the booby trap inflicting pain on herself.

“What the hell is this?” Cream Pie shouted.

It was then she noticed me on the other side of the catwalk. Below was raw sewage flowing into the sewage treatment plant. All the sewers from Ponyville ran like rivers to this facility. You could only imagine the filth inside it.

The booby trap was literally a booby trap. Barbed wire prevented her from moving far. Her hooves were also connected by an intricate spider web like design to ensure the only way to leave it was to remove her female parts located near her hind legs. Blood flowed from the injury and some had already dried on the sharp rusty wire. The door to exit the facility was behind her and my trustworthy rug was between her and me. The special rug had a yin and yang symbol in the center of it with other magical ornamental designs on it, a gift from my significant other.

I said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. When it comes to you Cream Pie, I know everything. Ever since you were a filly you charged everyone even your friends for everything. It started by charging them to hang out or to help them clean or to help them move. You learned, however, that ponies would pay a premium for sexual acts. In your prostitution you became infected with many diseases, which you intentionally gave to your clients. You contracted a fatal disease from one of your clients. Now you purposefully spread your fatal sexually transmitted disease to other unsuspecting clients. You are an evil pony. You need to learn how to become a good pony. It means that you have to suffer the consequences from your actions and that your punishment should reflect the wrongdoings you have done.”

I stepped forward using my horn to levitate a knife and brought it to her left bosom rubbing it gently against it. Cream Pie’s body tensed up, nervous and terrified.

“I am going to die anyways. It’s going to be very painful. Please don’t do this to me.” Cream Pie hastily begged.

“That may be true, but you still need to learn your lesson about hurting other ponies. You have given your death sentence to them just because you wanted for them to suffer just like you have.” I stated.

With violent sawing motions back and forth I cut and removed the breast located by her hind legs. Cream Pie was screaming in pain and blood splattered everywhere. I dropped the knife in front of her and walked to the other side of my rug.

Cream Pie looked at her ravaged body and picked up the knife with her only free hoof, as a result of one of the busts being severed. She looked at me and I looked back into her eyes. She knew what she had to do. Even she was that intelligent.

Crying and shouting she jabbed the knife into the remaining one and tried slashing to remove it. After a painful few minutes it fell to the ground with a thud.

Cream Pie stumbled forward out of the web design. We looked at each other and I could tell she was debating what to do. Maybe she just might succeed and leave alive. But I knew she wouldn’t do that. Nope, she put the knife’s handle in her mouth with the blade showing and the sharp end out and away. She angrily walked forward towards me. Damn. So close to finding the one who will realize their true potential.

Not surprisingly she stepped on my rug with her hoof and activated a hidden makeshift button underneath it. It engaged the second trap and dropped a cage from above. It also activated the catwalk to lower. The sewage level also began to rise as the inflow doors fully opened. She tried frantically to get out of it, but to no avail. Cream Pie drowned in the gross liquid substance as she disappeared underneath the effluent.

I waited for a while before the inflow doors returned to their normal level and the catwalk sprung back up. I used my horn to levitate the rug and knife of mine and left the facility. Nothing was on my side. I needed to get more of these devices completed and ponies executed if I were going to achieve what needed to be done.