My dreams were strange. Plagued by the sound of marching and the sound of a lady’s voice that barked some unintelligible commands out through a P.A.

I tossed and turned as sweat began to pour down my face and I wondered if there was a reason that my palms felt so sweaty. ‘Aren’t they hooves?’ I wondered to myself. After all, I was a pony now, right?

‘Remember’ a voice from the darkness hissed and I began to shake in abject fear, as if something was coming for me. ‘Remember what you are’ the voice whispered again and I began to shake violently in the darkness that seemed to surround me, with a cry I woke up.

I laid back motionless as I remembered the alcohol from last night and remembered that I was in Equestria. More than that though, I remembered it all. Everything they had wanted me to forget since I was a child, it came back to me.

The Doctors and the Scientists had taken special interest in me when my tests had shown my remarkable sight, strength and mental abilities. When I was 5, they took me deep underground and strapped me to a hospital bed for months as they fed my mind with monitors and pumped me full of drugs.

Then the training began. From 5 until 15, they taught me everything. How to defuse bombs, kill people using any method and pretty much handle any situation that I could ever come across. They fed me their ‘special’ cocktail of muscle and reflex enhancing drugs as I morphed into the ultimate Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger machine.

I was conditioned to forget it all until activated, conditioned to think of myself as an outcast from society, to love the show MLP and all its characters religiously and to think of nothing and remain lonely, to await instruction.

Joining the military must have been some small part of my brain seeping through and trying to tell me who I really was.

I was an asset of the United States Government and with a piercing cry I screamed in rage at the universe and the cruelty it had inflicted on me.

Forcing me to like the entirety of MLP was criminal. Clearly only seasons 1 and 2 were capable of being watched without vomiting at the sight of Alicorn Twilight and the fucking thing they called Spike. Saviour of the Crystal Empire TWICE!

Rage filled my vision as I got up and went over to my mirror, sweating and shaking violently as I stared at myself. To my innate surprise, the figure inside began to move and I heard a voice akin to mine.

“So what the fuck are you going to do about it huh? You gonna be a pussy, the way they programmed you to be or are you going to fucking deal with it?!”

He was right. All my real life, I had been trained to adapt and destroy anything I was faced with. Now that I was faced with this I would resort to my true self, to my training.

“I am going to kill them,” I promised myself. “I am going to kill them all.”

I pushed myself away from the mirror and smiled, wiping my forehead and heading calmly to the front door.

I exited my house, not bothering to lock up or anything, it wasn’t like I’d be returning anyway. Sleep was for weak minded fools, I didn’t need sleep, nopony did if they had the mental capacity to stop themselves from feeling tired.

After a few minutes of calm trotting, I arrived at my targets home, the grand castle painting itself beautifully in the moonlight and I grinned from ear to ear. I went around the side and found a good crystal jutting out that I could stand on and began to climb to the nearest balcony.

As a human, I had conquered Everest 14 times. Once, I had done so in the dead of Winter, so this wasn’t anything special. I slid gracefully onto the balcony floor and checked that the door wasn’t locked. Luck was with me as I snuck my way inside the top floor of the quaint castle and headed for where my instinct told me my target would be.

I peeked through a door handle and spied him, the little cunt of a dragon was actually checking himself out in the mirror. It was as if that was the only thing that he did when Twilight wasn’t bitching at his ass.

I knocked on the door and like a complete pleb he came to it.

“Who is it?” Spike asked.

I cleared my throat and with a suppressed chuckle I replied “SPIKE, it’s me” sounding identical to Twilight.

He opened it without a second thought and I pounced, leaping into the air and bringing my hoof down heavily on his little dragon face.

Now he might have had scales and shit to protect him, but he was still a baby and my hooves were ten times stronger than any normal ponies, if I still had the power I’d had as a human.

He fell back and his head literally exploded, his jaw flying into my chest and spattering it with blood and teeth as I grinned in triumph. The little shits brain flew across the room and into the mirror he’d been checking himself out in as bits of skull and plasma smooshed under my hoof, an eye leaking out of his mangled face and into the pool of blood staining the floor.

“You’re lucky you had it so quick, I won’t let everypony else off so easy,” I laughed as I coiled up his lifeless body and slung it over my back like a little knapsack, blood dripping down my coat. “Make a nice pair of boots out of your skin,” I commented as I shut the door and left for the kitchen.

I sat back in a chair and deposited Spike onto a chopping board as I begun to hum to myself. I worked in the dark, my keen vision making it seem like it was practically day as I got the sharpest knife I could find and with a contented sigh I began to carefully skin the little prick.

It was slow going due to his scales, but I knew it would prepare me to do a better job later on. Besides, I was only waiting for the mane event.

The light flicked on and I looked up. Twilight was standing before me, mouth agape as she stared at her friend, her dear Spike who she’d raised since hatching. He was the one true and loyal friend she’d always been able to count on.

“Siege Fire, is that you?” Twilight screamed with a shiver.

“Not Siege Fire, Steven,” I cackled. “Well, Twilight darling, pleased to see you’d come down eventually. Yes, me and Spike here got into a little discussion. You see, he thinks that you’ll take 6 seconds to subdue but I reckon about 3. What are your thoughts?”

An anguished cry tore from her lips and in a second, a brilliant beam of energy tore through the air where my face had been. I pulled a rolling pin from the counter and with a flip I brought it down against Twilight’s head in what was 3.46 seconds.

Twilight crashed to the kitchen floor out cold with a huge dent in her head that began to bruise purple and bleed profusely, slicking her mane with blood.

“See Spike, I told you that it would be 3 seconds,” I chuckled to Siege Fire and threw the rolling pin away.

I gave up on my Spike Armani boots and dragged Twilight into her throne room by her hair. I placed her atop the large round table and chuckled as her tongue lolled out her mouth. I considered cutting it off, but there was no fun if there were no screams.

So I proceeded to go find some rope in a nearby storage closet. Tying Twilight’s limbs to the chairs of her friends and bringing some other eveyday tools one would find in any hardware store with me, I set them all down and handled the hacksaw.

As much as I would have preferred for her to be awake, I couldn’t risk her teleporting away, so I harshly grabbed her horn and set to work. I whistled as I sawed through the bone before finally getting to the good stuff, the core. I grit my teeth and sawed viciously with renewed vigour, Twilight mumbling as the pain went through her unconscious brain.

I held up the horn in the light and admired it, Twilight being left with a stump and major swelling. “Whores will have their trinkets,” I mumbled, putting it to the side for my collection I had recently planned to start.

Now I just had to wait for this Alicorn bitch to wake up. I made good time on my Spike booties whilst she snoozed, bringing my work though so I could be there when she woke up.

“You might not believe your eyes, if ten billion firefries” I sang as I began to cut nice bits out of Spike’s skin and Twilight stirred.

I put him down and leapt onto the table, towering over her as I stared into her face, intent on seeing her reaction when she woke up. Soon, her face scrunched up and it was clear she was about to wake. Her face instantly flashed in confusion, probably a mix of pain and seeing my face pressed against hers. She screamed, followed by gratuitous tears. This was made even better when she noticed Spike’s disfigured vessel, realising I had murdered him.

“HAHAHA” I laughed aloud and danced around the table as she cried Bloody Mary.

“WHY!” she pleaded. I put a hoof to her mouth and whispered, “Magicians never reveal their secrets.” She continued to whimper and beg. “Please, l-let me g-go. Why can’t I f-f-feel m-my magic?”

I held up her horn and the floodgates had truly opened, her soul being decimated further. “Why?,” she asked again, myself ignoring her as I picked up the saw.

“These wings have to go,” I hummed as I yanked one of Twilight’s wings out. I must say, they were beautiful and elegant. Large and feathery, they were soft, akin to that of a majestic angels. Shame they were on her.

I brought my saw down on the fragile bone and began my handiwork. She squealed as I worked, but it wasn’t long to saw through the membrane and disconnect it from her feeble body.

“Now you’re just a boring mud pony, like that hick friend of yours,” I sneered as I set my sights on her other wing.

“I’ll do anything, please just stop!” she shrieked. Her screams of torture fuelled me as the saws teeth cut through her other wing, detaching it and making me grin from ear to ear at the sight of her.

She looked like she was ready to pass out and her voice had gone hoarse from screaming so hard. I nudged her awake and asked, “Why the long face?,” hearing the sound of a drum kit in my brain from the corny ass joke.

Her head slumped unconsciously into the table and I sighed in annoyance and decided my time to rant would be now.

“You could easily have stopped this you know. Had you just fucking not had to sell more fucking toys! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

I straightened my Fedora and coughed in distaste as blood began to drip onto the floor. She might have bled out, might not have had I left her there but I needed to move fast now, dawn would be upon us in a few hours and there was much to do.

I went to her laboratory and grabbed two saddle bags, putting some chemicals and tools inside it before heading back to Twilight. I put my bits of Spike Leather in a bag and then the tools I’d used on Twilight before I patted her barrel and explained “Well this was lovely but I have 5 more visits to pay others today and when they discover you, it will only get harder.”

She said nothing, looking weak from the blood loss so I helped her on her way. Pulling a scalpel out I slit a deep groove from her chest to her belly and watched her organs pop out and more blood poured onto the table, her fur and mane now saturated with her life fluid.

I hummed as I left the castle and headed for my next target. A pony who thought she was a beacon of truth and honest work, when all she was of course was a dumb, racist country hick.

I trotted over a few hills out of town and into the grounds of the Apple Family Farm, headed towards what I assumed was the storage barn.

I found a shovel in the back and levitated it over with my magic, setting off into the orchards to find the perfect spot. I was, of course, after the strongest looking tree. A tree that looked like it was tougher than all the others and bore more fruit than all the other trees around it.

Once I’d found the perfect spot, I sighed and set to work. This wasn’t going to be easy, but perfection could not be rushed. Just like the end of season 3, I suppose. Alas, I wasn’t here to bitch and whine about how the show had descended into the bowels of utter garbage.

I worked for hours as the sun finally began to rise. My strength and speed were bonuses in the entire affair and with my mind set on the task. I never took a break. I was akin to a machine, sweat poured off of me as I widened that whole and then went deeper, levitating soil out of the hole as I worked.

First it passed 2ft, then 6ft, 10ft and finally I settled for it done at a good 15ft. Looking up, I saw it was truly morning and the faint sounds of apples being bucked rang in my ears.

I wasn’t sure if Twilight’s body would be found in an hour or in a day, but for now, I felt good as I lifted myself out of the hole I’d dug with my magic, the only way one could without tenaciously climbing out.

I threw the shovel down and set about heading towards the sounds, leaving my bags besides the hole. Twilight had a lot of potions and chemicals and when I saw the paralysing Manticore venom, I already knew what to do.

The Apple family lived to do everything together, they were chipper and cute like that so I would make sure they died together as well.

The sound appeared to be coming from the big gay beast Macintosh, his powerful back legs practically knocking the poor tree senseless each time before apples fell out, mostly into the carefully placed buckets that were lying underneath.

I pulled a syringe with my magic and sunk it into the bottle, pulling enough out to knock out… Well, a horse and sidled up to him quietly. “Hey Mac!”

I laughed, watching his head turn as I stuck the needle into his neck, watching his body go tense, then limp, falling over. His eyes were the only thing that remained moving, darting from side to side as he wondered what was happening.

“One,” I counted, dragging him by the hoof to my hole. it must have taken a good half hour with all his weight. “Now, your sister and daughter” I chuckled and headed for the barn, leaving him to ponder his predicament by the hole.

I entered the family home, a cute barn that had been converted and took a gander around the kitchen. There was something baking in the oven, pie probably, and I didn’t need to guess what kind it was.

I headed into the living room and smiled as I saw the peaceful and elderly granny, rocking in her chair and snoring lightly. I pulled out my hammer and brought it careening into her face, listening to the lovely crack it made as her skull caved in with the blunt force of my hammer.

“I always had a soft spot for the elderly,” I chuckled as I strode up the stairs, leaving my hammer in Granny’s face as the chair kept rocking away. Applebloom was probably still asleep, so I filled a small dose of the venom into the syringe and stalked forwards to what I assumed was her room. There was her sleeping form on the bed, snoozing peacefully and probably dreaming of Michael Jackson and other cute shit.

I stuck her in the neck and she remained asleep, nothing at this point was going to wake her up. I slung her over my back and skipped downstairs, dropping her roughly onto the floor next to her late Granny, blood and brains still oozing down her body.

“Wait right here babe, I gotta go get your sister.” I chuckled and turned to head back up the stairs when, to my great surprise, a certain orange pony came barreling down and knocked me onto my back, she herself spiralling over me and into a coat hanger.

“What the buck have you done you crazy asshole!”, she screamed, tears in her eyes as she looked from me to Granny.

“Come on AJ, don’t be like that” I tutted and dropped my bags. “She was old and going to die soon anyway, I helped her along her way. You, however, are going to die young and dumb. Just like your mute brother and your incestuous daughter,” I smiled and circled her, ready to put this bitch down.

“How do you know Applebloom…” she trailed off and snarled, screaming “I’ll kill you,” before lunging at me.

I sidestepped and grabbed one of her back hooves as she flew over me, yanking it along with the force of her lunge going in the opposite direction and hearing the sickening crack as her leg dislocated.

AJ howled in pain and collapsed to the ground, red in the face and probably fearing what I’d do next. She tried to lash out but now she wasn’t going anywhere. The fight had been won, with me as victor unsurprisingly.

“I’ll kill you” she spat like a broken record, but I tutted again as I pulled my hammer out of Granny’s skull, hearing the bone grind against the metal material the hammer was comprised of. It soothed me, echoing the mechanical cogs that worked as one to produce the spree I was undertaking. Had I, Steven always been that way? Of course, I was one of a kind. How could Twilight mistake me for ‘Siege Fire?’ There is only Steven.

“Let’s not be stupid,” I grunted as I briskly stalked over to her form. With a thunderous crunch, I took out her other back leg. She howled in pain and the tears finally begun, at least psychically. She had been crying from within from the moment we linked eyes.

“You know, I must admit you don’t annoy me as much as the pink bitch, but I still hate you AJ. Such potential you had, could have been a scholar or something in Manehatten but nah, you decided to waste it all and work on a farm. You stereotypical cunt.”

I brought the hammer down on her fore-hoof and watched her simply grunt, teeth grit as she tried not to break her voice. “You know what’s coming,” I smirked as I brought the hammer down one last time and completed my little sick masterpiece.

“Well, you’ll never buck apples again, but then again, you’ll be dead by the time I’m done,” I laughed to no particular party. Her eyes widened as I pulled some rope I found and lassoed her back legs, carrying Applebloom over my back and with a hum, set off for my hole.

“Don’t make too much noise now, or I think Applebloom might have to start the party without you,” I warned as we exited the barn. AJ whimpered and cried out as her legs were contorted and yanked on.

I hummed in contentment as I dragged AJ a few hundred metres from the farmhouse and into the orchards, depositing her twisting form next to the hole as I went along and threw Applebloom in.

“NO!” she cried. I shrugged, uncaring.

“Maybe she’ll be ok, maybe she won’t.” I did not hear a distinct snapping of the neck, so I guess she’d probably just broken a limb or two.

I crossed over to Big Mac, who’d been staring at me, as if he were attempting to evoke laser beams from his eyes.

“In you go” I chuckled, kicking him into the hole and watching as he landed atop his daughter, his hooves bending painfully, how gracious of me to give him anaesthetic. He’s just lucky I was such a saint.

“Now you, I hope you have fun down there.” I patted AJ’s head and placed her stetson on my head, wiping the brim as I kicked her into the hole and watched her scream as she landed on her broken limbs, the screams becoming further distant and duller.

I stood over the hole and look at my handiwork. Sure there was no Granny in there, but she was just old filler when they needed to extend a season.

“Please,” I heard Applejack beg suddenly, her voice quavering from all the pain she had just endured, some of her leg bone pushing through one of her limbs. “Please a’ beg ya'll,” she pleaded further. I huffed and rubbed beneath my eyes as I sensed a monologue coming.

“Kill me, just me please! Save ma’ brother, ma’ sis… ma’ daughter, at least save her! I implores you,” she finished and I rolled my eyes and picked up the shovel, not bothering to conceal my throbbing erection.

“Please!” she said again as I shovelled the first load of soil onto big Mac’s coat. He grunted weakly, it seemed the formula was wearing off, just in time for him to live through these next moments.

“You and your whole family are trash, AJ. You’re not even a Zebra, you’re below that in my book,” I smirked and wondered if I should pay Zecora a visit. AJ began to cry again as my magic helped to lift the dirt into the hole.

It wasn’t long now. AJ had the bonus of having the strength to move around. She coughed. spluttered and shimmied around, trying desperately to escape. Mac and Bloom were already dead at this point, having been 10 minutes since I began to seal them in. The silence was rather beautiful to be honest, I hadn’t known it since Ponyville. Pinkie Pie took that away from me, which was why her time was coming.

Over time, I noticed her attitude change. As hope of escape grew ever slimmer, she begun to accept her own fate. The great work mare, destroyed and buried alive with her family. It was kind of a tale worthy of some book, or just some sick internet story, either or.

I watched as dirt covered her face and her fur and with one last sigh of pleasure, I counted the minutes until I could pretty much confirm AJ had breathed her last, dead beneath the soils of her family home.

’At least your bodies will keep this tree alive. In fact, you’ll probably make it grow nice and strong,’ I smiled as I moved faster, intent to be done with these murders. ‘I sure do hate the in between work of killing.’

It took another hour to fill back what had taken 4 hours to dig, but it was all worth it and as I patted in the last of the soil I sighed and collapsed onto the earth, running it through with my hooves and licking my lips.

“Time to go get some help,” I chuckled aloud and sat up, putting my equipment back in my bags and trotting forwards, towards a certain yellow Pegasus’s house.

Author's Note

Metal.