Rarity awoke in her kitchen feeling drunken and tired. She had just gotten back from the Grand Galloping Gala not but a few hours ago. "Stupid Blueblood." Rarity muttered as she made breakfast. Sweetie Belle came galloping down the stairs. "So how was the Gala?" Sweetie asked. Rarity put on her best smile. "It was perfect, just perfect." Rarity said, waving a spatula in the air. "So did you find your Prince Charming?!" Sweetie Belle asked. Rarity's face went from happy to seriously angry. "I... Didn't." she snapped. "Oh." Sweetie Belle said. "Well, don't worry. You will! I'm gonna join the Crusaders! We're gonna be Cutie Mark Crusader Storm Chasers!" Sweetie Belle ran out of the door before Rarity could say how dangerous storm chasing was. She sat her eggs down on the table and began eating. "Damn you, Blueblood." Rarity said through a mouthful of egg. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. She got up from the table to open it. "Princess Celestia?!" Rarity yelled. "Hello, Rarity." The princess said. "I have a favor to ask." "Anything Princess!" Rarity said, beaming. "I am on a business trip here and I was wondering if you could keep Prince Blueblood busy." Princess Celestia said, stepping to the side. Behind her, stood Prince Blueblood with a rose in his mouth. Rarity's smile turned to an annoyed frown as she said, "Hello, Blueblood." "Rarity." said Blueblood. "Don't worry, Princess." Rarity said. "I'll be sure to keep him busy." "Thank you, Rarity." Celestia said, and she flew off to go to her meeting. Once Blueblood was inside, Rarity closed the door behind him. "Rarity!" Blueblood yelled. It took her a while to process that he was upstairs. She galloped upstairs to find the prince in a room where not even SWEETIE BELLE was allowed anymore. Her room. "BlueBLOOD!" she yelled. "Rarity, would you mind making me one of these fabulous vests?" Blueblood asked. "My dog needs a comfy spot on which to have her puppies." He added, snickering wildly. "That's IT!" Rarity yelled. "You've been rude to me for long enough! Now, you must be punished!" The prince stopped his giggling and squealed. "W-what are you going t-to d-do to me?" He stuttered. "Let's just say," Rarity said. "In the words of Pinkie Pie, your number came up."
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"Hello?" Blueblood said. "Is anypony there?" "I'm here." Rarity said ominously. "Let me turn on a light." Rarity turned on her lamp. Blueblood gulped hard as he looked around him. To his left stood a wall of assorted knives and saws. To his right was a glass case filled with severed unicorn horns. He tried moving his arms, but both his arms and his legs were strapped down with impenetrable steel. He looked above him. There, hanging from the ceiling, was the head of Princess Luna. "Oh Blueblood!" Rarity sang. The prince looked in front of him. Rarity stood there, her mane straightened and her eyes dark. "What are you doing?!" Blueblood screamed. "Let me out of these restraints! Somepony will notice when I'm gone! HELP! HELP! HE-MMF!" Rarity had put a hoof over his mouth to keep him from screaming. "Oh, B.B.," Rarity said. "My basement is like space. Nopony can hear you scream. Shall we begin?" Blueblood shook his head frantically. "Oh, Prince. You should already know that 'no' means 'yes.' " She walked over to the wall of knives and levitated her favorite one over her head. Timothy. Timothy was a large butcher knife used for cutting large portions of lettuce. But not in this instance. Rarity walked back over to Blueblood, who was shaking as though he'd been encased in ice. Rarity positioned the knife to Blueblood's head, and slowly began to cut off his horn. She was enjoying his screams of pain and terror. When she was finally done with the process, she realized there was still a small stub of his horn left on his head. She eyed it carefully. There seemed to be a large amount of blood and magic seeping through a crack in the stub. Rarity put her hooves on Blueblood's chest and calmly licked up the mixture until it was no more. The prince still writhed in pain as Rarity continued to chop off the stub. She put Timothy back on the wall and the severed horn in the glass case. She then proceeded to grab a smaller knife off of the wall, used for slicing tomatoes. She put the knife to Blueblood's flank and sliced off his cutie mark. Inch by inch she cut through the skin, smiling happily. She threw the two pieces of round skin on the floor. Rarity put her mouth to the bloody muscle and bit down. HARD. The prince screamed in pain.
He had never felt so much of it in his life. "Please." Blueblood sobbed. "Please let me go!" Rarity lifted her head from the bloodly spot and smiled, her teeth red from the blood. "Oh, darling, I couldn't possibly do that." she said. "If I do, you'll just go and break another mare's heart! We don't want that happening, do we?" She licked the bloody circle, breathing in the aroma of salt and rust. She put that knife back on the wall and grabbed another, a medium sized knife used for cutting carrots. And ears. "Now, hush Blueblood," Rarity said. "Soon you won't be able to hear a thing." Rarity didn't want Blueblood to hear what she was going to do next, so she went behind Blueblood and slowly chopped off one ear. Blueblood screamed a horrible sound. It sounded like Vinyl Scratch's bass drop gone wrong. Rarity licked up the dripping blood and proceeded to do the same to the other ear. Blueblood was screaming bloody murder. As the tears streamed from his eyes, Rarity licked them up with her sandpaper tongue. "Rarity! Stop! Warity!" Blueblood screamed as Rarity grabbed his tongue. "Stop that screaming!" Rarity yelled. She levitated Timothy off of the wall again. Rarity gave a small chuckle. "Hush now, quiet now Blueblood." Blueblood shook his head furiously, immediately realizing his mistake. Rarity put Timothy to the prince's tongue and slowly sliced it off. "No more babbling from you? Good." Rarity said, slapping the prince with his own tongue. Blood poured from his mouth and Rarity did her best to catch it in her own. She gave up after a while. Things were getting boring. "It's time for my favorite part." she said, levitating Timothy over her head. She floated the butcher knife down to Blueblood's chest and made a large incision. The prince coughed, and blood and vomit spewed from his mouth. Rarity slowly cut out the prince's stomach and held it her hooves. "Slippery." she said. "This should go down easy." She stuffed the stomach down Blueblood's throat, causing him to choke. Rarity didn't like that. She forced the stomach down to where the prince was no longer choking. She immediately saw the stomach again, which gave her pleasure. She giggled. She removed the other organs, the small and large intestines, the pancreas, the liver. She took out every organ, except the lungs, until there was only one left. The heart. She looked up. Blueblood was still alive! And after all her hard work. He was furiously shaking his head. "Well, Blueblood." Rarity said. "Since I won't let you break anypony else's heart, the least I could do is not let anypony break yours!" Rarity furiously pulled at the prince's stone cold heart. When she finally pulled it free, she looked up. Blueblood was finally dead. Success! Rarity stepped back to look at her work. Blood and guts were everywhere, and the heart sat on the table next to Luna's. "Perfection." Rarity whispered as she closed the basement door. She galloped upstairs and took a shower, fixed her mane, and cleaned up the bloody hoof prints on the stairs. There was a knock at the door. Rarity opened it. "Rarity!" said Celestia. "Where's Blueblood?" Rarity looked up. "Oh, he went back to Canterlot." she said. "He said he needed rest, and I have a feeling he'll be asleep for a long time."
