This stallion goes by the name “Sonny”. He had a blonde spikey mane and a snow white coat. Usually he’d wear a black jacket. He never had a religion. Not even his parents could influence him into religion. He wanted to do what he wanted with his life. He spent it being a foul mouthed partier. He began a job as a DJ and going under the name “DJ Bron-3”. Having committed several things in his life how could anyone miss him? Famous he was not, but he kept hope. Living off of terrible conditions at home didn’t even faze him. His bedroom was in the clubs next to several bottles of scotch and whiskey. His entire life was based on his music, for he had nothing else to be proud of.
Sonny wakes up, strapped to a bed; legs sprawled out on the covering on the mattress which seemed lumpier than a mountain. “How the hell did I get here?” he asked in his southern accent. “How much did I have to drink? I feel like there’s a steam hammer in my skull....” he complained for a few seconds grunting in the pain giving off a white mist almost as if it was freezing cold in the room temperature bedroom. “Hush now, dear boy...” a voice along said right next to him. The voice showed up to be a priest in Ponyville. He was quite new here and didn’t know the customs of Equestria ponies. He looked like a regular old pony. If you didn’t know his name he could easily be mistaken for somepony else. He had a light blue coat, dark black neat cut hair, and deep blue eyes. Sonny was confused, “Uh...did we...?” before he could finish he was cut off by the loud sound of a ruler smacking his bare chest. The pain caused him to jump out of surprise and yelp in pain. “No, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you have, sinner.” The statement flabbergasted the poor stallion. “Hey, hey, hey. That’s kinda mean. Who are you anyways?” “I am your savior.” the priest said.
As the priest let everything settle in, he picked up a bible and a list. He carefully took his time to read every single thing on the list while ignoring the stallion now threatening to be let out of his constriction. “You’ve done a lot of naughty things, have you, boy? Vandalism, alcoholism, lust, gluttony, bad language, bisexuality, atheism...” as he finished his list after what seemed like a long lecture of sins he has committed, the priest spoke in sarcasm. “Oh I’m scared of you, boy.” “C’mon, it’s my life” Sonny stated. Ignoring him, the priest continued “Yes, I’ve never met a stallion like you, never in all my life. Sonny you’re quite the most sinful little demon I’ve ever encountered.” Sonny was surprised that the priest would know his name. “Wait, how d’ya know my name!?” “I know a lot more about you than you think, and besides I’m going to punish you and leave the rest of Ponyville to its business. They won’t have to worry about scum like you infecting our youth with your dribble. Your life will end, here and now, sinner.” Sonny’s eyes widened more than a mile and his pupils shrank small along with the size of his irises. Sweat began dribbling down his face in small patterns over his white coat and over his freckles. “WAIT! You can’t do this! Y-you can’t! You’re going against the word of the lord right now! ‘Thou shalt not kill’, ‘Thou shalt not pass judgment, only I may’ you’re making things worse for you!” “Who do you think I am, dear boy...?” The stallion knew he was in trouble now. His limbs sprawled and his weak points showing in front of a crazy killer who's lost all mind in his religion and inching towards the poor Sonny. This night wasn’t going to end well.
“Now, let’s start the process, shall we?” said the priest. “NO!” yells the stallion. “Yes? Alright! Let’s start with something small...ah you’re partying, wasting your life partying like an animal, but most notably is your...DJ occupation you’re doing. I think we need to bite the hoof that feeds the youth corrupt lies” Sonny’s ears dropped, “N-no! You can’t! My music is my life!” “Ah and little did you know that music is sin. Sin is your entire life. Don’t worry, I won’t ‘Cut it off’. I’m a bit smarter than that.” As he says that he pulls out a bucket filled with what seems to be worms. “These are the screwworm maggots. What do they eat to live? Let’s find out.” He unties the stallions left hoof, the one he uses to scratch records with, and forces it into the bucket. The maggots bite at his flesh, causing searing pain. Through screams the poor white stallion sobs and weeps at the pain. Steaming hot tears burst out of his eyes as everything he’s done flashes before him. The priest brings up the stallions hoof. Nothing but red meat and white ligaments showed from the large wound, the surrounding parts of his wound being eaten by some maggots that clinged on for dear life, some maggots still tearing through his muscle and tissue, the sight of this made Sonny gag in between tears. The priest found some bandaging and posted the bandages all over his wound, pushing the maggots even deeper into his hoof. The feeling of the worms squiggling around his bones in his hoof made him cringe in complete sickness. His entire career was ruined and he had to suffer through complete pain and nausea experiencing it. One maggot stood out from the bandaging which soon died from suffocation. As the pain coursed through his entire hoof, he cried. Sonny was no longer the DJ he once was.
As the priest was tying back his eaten hoof he continued to speak with him in a creepily calm voice. “Now...you had a very bad habit of never using your wings. God gave them to you for a reason, and if you don’t need them, then I can take them off your hooves. Does that sound good, my child?” the priest said. The statement made him think of even more pain that could be done to him. All of the terrible pain he experienced with the maggots, who knows what he’ll do with the wings. “No...no no no no no no please not the wings!” “Prepare, my child!” As the pained Sonny cried out in complete terror the priest pulls out a large cross with a bladed edge on it. It was already extremely bloody from where it had been used before. Some parts of it having hair and feathers on the bloody edge. He brought the blade up and noticed something strange. A 26 year old stallion was crying in complete fear begging not to be hurt. “What’s wrong, my child?” the priest said to Sonny “Everything in my life is ruined....” “Yes, boy, and it is because you sin. This is your punishment for all of the terrible things you have done.” “...I only lived the life I wanted to live. You had to ‘punish’ me for making my own decisions...please let me go. I’ll change I swear!” The priest shook his head and finally brought the knife down on his wing. The blade severed through the skin and stopped at the bone.
Sonny cried out in extreme agony as the sharpness of the blade quickly cut through the skin of his wing. Feathers flew from the force of the blade as hot blood started to run off of the bed and onto the priest’s face. An extremely crooked smile began to unfold on the priest’s face as the warmness of the blood trickled down his face. It felt like being in the ocean. The priest loved this feeling and the burning sensation in his diaphragm was begging him to do it more! He brought the blade down more and more times, each time a sickening crack was heard. Stab after stab Sonny cried for mercy while the priest kept stabbing his wing bone, eventually making it clear through the bone in one strong swing. Sonny soon blacked out from the pain.
“WAKE UP!” he yelled as he brought the cross near his barely open eye. That same eye was immediately widened with the other from the sight that he had seen. It seemed like a large cross. His hooves were held up to the very top of his head and even further as his skin was stretched by the great weight pulling them. It was two weights pulling at his hooves keeping him vulnerable, and he could easily see them if he turned his head to the right, if the priest would move his blade. He was also being held up by clamps on his hind legs. All of these obstructions kept movement impossible. He felt an extremely sharp but dull aggravation in his right leg. As he turned his head to the sight his heart sank and his stomach jumped. His right hind leg has been cut off, bits and pieces surrounding the amputated limb and on the ground, a bone was crudely sticking out while some parts of his leg spurted blood in a pattern, quickly going faster. Right in front of him was the priest. “I haven’t done this in a long time, I just couldn’t resist doing it more!” he said with a smile. Sonny vomited what was left of his lunch and vodka. The terrible acidic smell ran the entire room disgustingly horrid. “Aww poor sicky.” The priest said in a much softer voice, his expression showing sorrow. “Would some food make you feel better?” this completely shocked Sonny. He had never seen him this side of him. His stomach was empty and the only person with some actual food for miles as it could seem was offering food. He nodded his head. “Very good, my child” he said as he patted Sonny’s head. Complying with his request, the priest picked up some of the vomit off of the floor which revoltingly mixed with the blood from his amputation and turned back to Sonny, “Open wide”!
Stammering, Sonny was trying to compile words to say. The priests hoof was quick, so while the scared white pony was stuttering with his speech, he forced the acidic liquid down into his mouth and held his muzzle completely shut. The taste of his own vomit hit him like a semi-truck. His screams and gags were rendered useless from the hard grip on his muzzle. The priest held his nose closed while keeping his mouth completely shut. “Now swallow, dear boy. It’s rude to waste your food.” Sonny had tears welling up in his eyes which were quickly pouring down his face as he clinched his eyes together ever so tightly to build up some strength. After a few seconds he swallowed the vomit. The priest promptly let go of his nose and muzzle, allowing Sonny to get the breath he desperately needed. Sonny couldn’t help but do nothing and cry. The priest did nothing but laugh.
The priest was nice enough to let Sonny catch his breath and wallow in his self-remorse. After what seemed like an eternity of tears, blood, and vomit Sonny realized his life was over. He wanted to at least go out with a bang. He stopped crying and looked at the priest. “You....you chicken shit mother fucker.” “Watch your tongue, boy” “Here you are attacking me when I’m weak, constricting me so I don’t move, and punishing me for the smallest crimes....you’re a coward” Sonny said boldly; flabbergasted the priest spoke whom was immediately interrupted by the raging Sonny, “I said-“ “A NO LIFE COWARD! IF YOU’RE GOING TO HEAVEN, PLEASE SEND ME TO HELL! I’LL MEET YOU THERE WITH A BOTTLE OF VODKA, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT”! Furious, the priest gripped his jaw. The force of the grip was stronger than anything that the white stallion could think of. “I....said....” after speaking, the priest immediately muscled Sonny’s jaw structure out of its socket, a disgustingly cringing combination of an atrocious pop followed by an obnoxious cracking sound as the ligaments were torn, the bones were popped, and the blood poured from his mouth as if he were heaving up his lunch again. Sonny screamed, a scream you’d expect to see in a horror movie when somepony was going to be killed. Having hearing his pain, the priest calmed down and smoothly said “....watch...your tongue, boy.” As he built up his strength, he tore the jaw right out of place. His tongue flopped out of his mouth lazily. High pitched screaming was found with Sonny’s complete pain. Sadly those had to be his last words, cursing out a priest. He at least wanted to say ‘Goodbye, cruel world’ or joke about where he put his money when he would pass, but now there was nothing to say.
Why didn’t he do this before? Now all he had to do was punish him. No cursing or begging for mercy, just pain. The priest looked at Sonny’s bare belly. Quickly inflating and deflating with air. The priest got a disgustingly execrable thought in his head. He looked at his cross. The bladed edge still had blood and feathers on it from his last use with it. It glistened in the low light that was in the setting. He grinned ever so evilly and looked into Sonny’s eyes. “It’s time to meet your fate”. He saw the look in Sonny’s eyes, the look of remorse and sadness with a dash of hatred and pain. He welcomed death. His eyes grew loose, rolling up to the back of his head. Quickly the priest stabbed Sonny in his lower torso. His eyes immediately gained focus and widened with pain and fright. Blood started coming from his torn jaw once more in a more rapid rate, dripping on the priests face. The warmth of the blood only wanted him to continue, but do it even more gruesomely. Instead of just stabbing him again, he forced the blade up his skin. The gurgling got even more violent as blood slowly poured down his windpipe. The priest continued his blade cut until it reached to his beginning stab. A large circle was made across his skin. The priest did nothing but laugh sadistically as he peeled the skin right off of his body. Sonny couldn’t do anything but cringe and try to hold back his screams in fear of choking on blood again.
Sonny’s organs laid there in front of the priest. This kind of site could make a regular pony sick to their stomach, but the priest didn’t seem too phased by the sight at all. He saw the heart was guarded by the strong sternum, so that would have to wait. For now he decided to focus on Sonny’s drinking habits. He looked at his liver. It wasn’t the liver you’d expect someone like him to have. It was just like any other liver, maybe better! He slowly brought the blade across the organ, biting his lip while watching Sonny whimper and cringe with tears running down his face like a small stream of fear and pain. Suddenly he brought the knife deep into his liver, a pasty clear liquid spurt out of the wound. Sonny immediately reacted, but it was much slower than the other reactions he had. Instead of just screaming he groaned and moaned in pain. Time was slowing down for poor old Sonny. The priest didn’t like this. He wanted him to scream. He rapidly took the blade and ran it all over his organs. Blood was pouring everywhere and onto the priest yet again, which influenced him to keep going. Organs tried holding to their dear ligaments, but some to no avail. Organs like his stomach, parts of his small intestine including one long string of his intestine, and his chopped liver fell out of his system. He yelped a bit in pain, but no scream. The priest became furious, his expression showing complete and utter animosity like a grizzly bear when some hunter shot her cubs. As he gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes he stabbed Sonny’s sternum. At first it had little or no effect, so he kept stabbing to no avail. He became furious and started punching at the ribcage of the nearly dead Sonny. Stomach turning sounds were born as the ribs snapped off of his sternum and most times into Sonny’s lungs. When the heart was revealed all things were set aside. He raised the knife until it was higher than his head, and finally put Sonny to rest.
The priest had looked at the work he had done. All of this and he wasn’t even given the pleasure of a final scream. In complete anger he finally stabbed the knife deep within his right lung. He sighed at the work he had done. “...well...look at the bright side. You finally rid the world of that cancer....” Saying it, he grabbed the carcass of what used to be DJ Bron-3 off of the large cross. The weights fell to the ground making a large “THUD” noise. He walked into a large room within the house. The stink immediately struck his nostrils. It was a smell he was used to, but not by that much. It was like burning wood and old thrown out barbecue coals mixed with rotten eggs. Once he got his focus back on the room he stated, “My goodness, that’s a stench. Either I’ve been working too hard or I need some place else to put the saved sinners”.
