Ten Little Ponies

Rarity woke from her stupor extremely groggy. She had very little memory of the last several minutes. She vaguely remembered investigating one of the guest bedrooms upstairs before blacking out and waking up here, strapped to a cold, metal table. She couldn’t even make out the room around her as it was consumed by pitch black darkness. Her legs felt numb and tingly, as if being constricted by some sort of vice. Everything about her predicament was uncomfortable.

Panic settled in as she realized all too late what this meant. Her dread was only vindicated by the sound of a door opening behind her. Rarity writhed and screamed to no avail before calming herself down. She refused to believe this was the end, but the pony entering the room made no effort to save her. Methodical hoofsteps could be heard bouncing around the empty room ominously. Rarity shivered uncontrollably due to the icy cold restraints and her immeasurable fear.

Rarity was unable to move her head to see the pony in the room with her as her head was held stationary by a metal strap across her forehead.

The mysterious pony’s hoofsteps became louder until they came to a stop behind the jittery mare. They made their way around to the side of the table and propped their hooves up onto it, gazing over Rarity’s writhing figure. Rarity, only able to look straight up, still could not identify her captor. Rarity heard a faint giggle before they hopped down and proceeded to the back corner of the room. The sound of squeaking wheels overwhelmed Rarity as she began to weep openly, screaming for mercy. The figure reemerged from the corner, wheeling a cart with a strange contraption sat upon it.

Flexible plastic tubes protruded from the device and were connected to two rather large syringes. Beneath the cart was a large acrylic container, similar to that of an aquarium fish tank. The cart came to a halt only inches away from the table as Rarity awaited her inevitable fate, but the hoofsteps went away. The door behind her opened and closed once more, leaving Rarity alone to writhe in desperation. Her efforts only bruised her legs further.

“Fuck.” Rarity, sighed then wept for what felt like hours before finally closing her eyes in defeat. “I quit.”

Fluttershy proceeded with caution along the upstairs corridor. She was completely isolated and hadn’t seen nor heard anypony for quite some time. This was far past the point of unsettling.

At last, she finally reached her destination. The bathroom door had been left ajar with no sign of anypony having been back here. The frail Pegasus fell to her haunches in defeat

“I just want to go home…” She whimpered, hardly above a whisper.

Before she could register what was happening, she felt her mane being wrapped around her mouth and throat as she was forcefully hoisted into the air and toward the bathtub, full of bloody water. Her head was plunged beneath the surface, water spilling out over the floor and out into the hall.

Fluttershy couldn’t scream for help, only thrash about in a desperate effort to save herself, but it was no use, she was too weak to ward off her attacker. She took in mouthful after mouthful of the coppery water, her vision fading and her body growing numb. With one last twitch, her body gave up.

Her killer stepped back, surveying their work with a giggle of malicious satisfaction.

Five little ponies

With murder galore

One killed without a sound

And then

There were

Four

Rarity pried her eyes open once again. They had been glued shut by her dried tears. The familiar sound of the door and hoofsteps behind her signaled the return of her captor, still silent.

They approached their cart and picked up one of the syringes, examining it before bringing it to one of Rarity’s forelegs. Rarity squirmed and thrashed about, but it was no use. The needle made its way into her vein, now plump and throbbing due to the tourniquet like restraints.

Her dark red blood flowed freely down the tube and into the acrylic tank below. The killer grabbed the other syringe and repeated the process on Rarity’s other foreleg.

Rarity could only lay there, helpless, as the life was literally drained out of her. Her body felt cold, inside and out, tingling with numbness as her outer extremities lost all feeling entirely. Her heart began to pump harder and faster to compensate for the lack of blood being pumped to her limbs, but this only hastened her death. Her breath became shaky and her vision blurred into nothing before finally blacking out entirely. Rarity never came to again.

Four little ponies

Yearning to be free

One gave too much

And then

There were

Three