Stuffed Toys

StitchedHeart came out of the basement with Nightlight and they both quickly closed the hidden basement door, in hopes that their little filly wouldn't come down and see it. Having everything planned, Nightlight trotted off to the Apple family farm.

Seeing the little filly Applebloom, Nightlight approached with caution, looking left and right hoping that no other pony was around. Looks like he caught her on a good day.

"Good evening, Applebloom." Nightlight greeted the filly. "How are you on this fine day?"

"I'm fine." Applebloom smiled. "What're y'all doin' here?" Nightlight grinned at Applebloom.

"Looking for you, actually." He said. "Firefly would like you to come over for some tea."

Applebloom had been friends with Firefly for only 3 days, but she was delighted to know that she wanted to hang out even more.

"I would love to!" She cheered.

Nightlight smiled softly and led the young filly to his house. Opening the door, Stitched gazed at the filly and got excited.

"Good evening, Applebloom!" StitchedHeart cheered. "Came for tea?"

"Yes," Applebloom said, looking around. "Where's Firefly?"

"I sent her out to get me something." Stitched replied. "She shouldn't be long. How about some tea while we wait?"

"I would like that." Applebloom responded, sitting on the dining room chair.

Nightlight went into the kitchen to prepare the tea whilst StitchedHeart kept Applebloom company. He grabbed three cups and a teapot, and prepared the tea. Afterwards, he opened the cupboard and accessed a secret compartment filled with dangerous herbs. He grabbed one jar entitled 'Sleeping Herbs' and then grabbed a herb and crushed it into one of the teacups, then stirred it in. Putting the jar back and closing the cupboard, Nightlight walked back into the living room carrying a tray with the three teacups on it, and placed the poisoned teacup next to Applebloom, then gave the other two cups of tea to himself and his wife.

Sipping the tea, Applebloom's face lit up. "Delish!" She grinned. "It tastes lovely, sir, thank you!"

Nightlight drank some of his own tea and set it down carefully. "So, Applebloom," He muttered. "How are you feeling?"

By now, the herb Applebloom drank would've been in her system. "Um..." She wheezed. "A little... Sleepy."

"That's possibly because the herbs worked quicker than I imagined." Nightlight sipped his tea some more.

"Huh..? Did you say... Herbs...?" But by the time she could finish her sentence, Applebloom flopped to the floor.

"Aw..." Stitched cooed. "She looks adorable when she's asleep."

Opening her eyes, Applebloom could see nothing but black. She was lying on her back, and when she tried to move, she found herself as stiff as a board.

"What in tar nation?!" She called. "Hello!? Is any-pony there!?" However, to no avail, nobody heard her. Struggling to move her head, she tried to look around the blackened room she was in. "I... I don't like this!" She yelled in her country accent. "Please, if this is a joke, it isn't funny, okay!?" Sadly, her call was only answered to a chuckle in the darkness. And then, silence. "H-Hello..?" Applebloom broke the silence. "I-Is any-pony...?"

"Morning, Applebloom!" The figure called out from the corner of the darkened room. She recognized the voice.

"StitchedHeart?" She whispered. "Oh thank Celestia! You've came to save me!"

The pink mare laughed. "'Save'? More like... Torture." She laughed even more, then cleared her throat. Another voice accompanied her.

"You love to cut to the chase, don't you, dear?" The male voice muttered. Applebloom recognized that voice, too.

"Nightlight?" Applebloom panicked. "What do y'all mean, 'torture'!? What in the hay is going on!?"

Stitched chuckled as Applebloom tried to slip out of the shackles.

"Oh, dear, you're SO confused, aren't you?" She smiled softly and turned on the lights to help the filly realise what is going to happen to her.

Applebloom looked at herself, seeing she was pinned down by leather shackles. She then turned her attention to a long table in the room. It was filled with tools, equipment and machinery, all set up neatly as if it was for a party. On the other side of the room were boxes with towels on the top of them, soaked in blood. Applebloom then directed her attention to the two ponies standing near an iron door. It was Nightlight and StitchedHeart.

"I don't understand..." Applebloom whimpered. "What're you gonna do to me..?" Stitched smiled softly and walked up to the crying filly.

"I'll show you if you want, Applebloom... But it isn't pleasant."

Purple magic surrounded one of the bloodied boxes as it was lifted into the air. Setting it next to her, the pink mare pulled out a filly-sized plushie, big enough to be someone's teddy bear. Applebloom inspected the toy closely, and then realised that it looked exactly like a stallion from Manehattan. Immediately, she saw blood stains on the teddy pony.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Stitched cheered. "The coat was so soft, and the mane was like cotton candy!"

"So this is what you do?" Applebloom snapped. "Y'all turn innocent ponies into gosh darn cuddle toys!?" Stitched looked at the filly strapped down before her in surprise.

"Well," She began. "They aren't for us, are they, honey?" Turning her attention to Nightlight, he nodded gently.

"No, we don't use them." He agreed. "We give them to our daughter." Applebloom's eyes widened.

"D-Does she know..." Applebloom whispered.

"Know what, dear?" Nightlight asked.

"Does she know what y'all're doing..?" Applebloom responded, hoping that she doesn't. Yes, it's bad that Firefly has teddies made out of real life ponies, but all she hoped was that her new friend did not know what they're made out of, or what her parents do, for her own sake.

"Oh, no, dear." Stitched laughed. Applebloom let out a sigh of relief.

"Although, we've been meaning to tell her..." Nightlight continued. "We think that her cutiemark might have something to do with these types of things. However, right now all she knows is that we make teddy bears."

A tear trickled down Applebloom's cheek. The fact that these two maniacs are going to turn her into a stuffed toy didn't exactly make her happy. "P-Please..." She begged. "D-Don't hurt me..."

StitchedHeart laughed until her chest started to burn up. Wiping a tear from her face, she looked down at the crying filly.

"Oh, don't worry, this'll only hurt A LOT." She laughed again, and then picked up a permanent marker from the table. The mare walked to Applebloom's side, and drew a perfect circle around her cutiemark.

"When I first saw your cutiemark, I got jealous." She admitted. "And I've always wondered what it looked like on a teddy." Going to the other side of the filly, she drew another circle around the other cutiemark. "If you behave, sweetie, we'll go gentle, and possibly end your misery faster." Setting the marker on the table, she turned to look at the filly. Applebloom was shocked and scared out of her mind. All she could do was sit, watch and listen as StitchedHeart gave a scalpel to her husband.

"I'm not the type of pony to get messy," Stitched went on. "So Nightlight does all of the dirty stuff. I only stitch and prepare. It's how I got my cutiemark." Nightlight took hold of the scalpel and went to the right side of Applebloom.

"This'll only hurt a lot, okay?" He said, before digging the tool straight into Applebloom's flank. She screeched in pain, begging and pleading for her life. Nightlight, blocking out the screams, started cutting around her cutiemark, until finally it became loose enough to rip out. Nightlight tugged on the loose cutiemark hanging on to Applebloom's body, and ripped it from her flank. The young filly yelped, tugging at the things that were keeping her down, in hopes that it'll loosen up so she could escape. She could feel the blood leaking out of her.

The pain died down, and so did Applebloom's screams. She was panting, drool rolling down her chin. She was still concious, which surprised her the most. Looking up at the two ponies, she saw that Nightlight was now on her left side, steadying the scalpel so it would hit the point where the black marker was.

"P-Please..." Applebloom panted. "L-Let me g-go..."

Stitched looked at her, and she felt a little sorry for the filly, so she trotted to the young one's side. Stitched started stroking Applebloom's mane. "It's going to be all right, Applebloom." She whispered. "You're going to be all right! Just imagine how happy Firefly will be when she sees a teddy of you!"

"But she'll get suspicious!" Applebloom wheezed. "She'll know something's happened when she realises I've gone missing!" Stitched chuckled, and carried on stroking her mane.

"We've got that sorted, dear. Don't worry." Applebloom felt a sharp pain on her left flank. She cried in agony as Nightlight once again ripped off her other cutiemark that she tried so hard to get.

Applebloom lied there, looking up at the ceiling, tears dripping down her face like a waterfall. She just wants to go home.

"Don't worry, dear, it will all be over soon." StitchedHeart giggled, picking up the permanent marker with her magic once more. This time, she drew a line down Applebloom's chest to her stomach. Applebloom gasped as Nightlight approached her with the bloodied scalpel.

"Y'all're going to dissect me?! Why don't ya just kill me now an' get it over with!?" StitchedHeart stroked the filly's mane once again.

"Oh, don't worry, deary." She cooed. "It'll all be over soon."

Nightlight carefully stabbed the top of the line Stitched drew and made a surgical incision so he could access Applebloom's organs.

The poor filly watched in horror as the crimson liquid leaked out of her, unable to do anything about it. She could feel Nightlight picking at her organs.

"We might want to hurry up the process." Nightlight suggested. "Firefly might be home from her walk soon." StitchedHeart nodded in agreement.

"Take out her heart first, end it fast." She laughed. Applebloom struggled to get out of her shackles.

"NO! Please, just let me go!" She screamed. Stitched smiled softly.

"Oh, don't worry, Applebloom." She reassured her. "You're going to a happier place!"

And, with one tug, Nightlight tore out Applebloom's heart. She gagged as blood trickled from her mouth and she felt like a million knives had been stabbed in her at once. Nightlight watched as the young filly struggled to breath, as she wheezed and gargled the blood in her mouth. After a few seconds, Applebloom went limp, and her face went pale. She had died.

Nightlight had just finished pulling out all of her organs and carefully removing all of Applebloom's bones. Afterwards, he unchained the corpse and lifted it over a bucket, squeezing all of the leftover blood into it. Then, he handed it to StitchedHeart, whom carefully stitched together things like the mouth and nose, and then stitched the cutiemark back on. Immediately, her horn fired up, casting a decomposing spell on Applebloom's leftover skin, and carefully removed her bow. She placed the skin and bow in separate buckets of clean water, and left it there to wash. Meanwhile, she cleaned herself of any blood with bleach. Even though it was painful, it was worth it. An hour later, she hung the skin and bow on the wall to dry. When it was dry, she carefully stuffed the body with fluff and put buttons for the corpse's eyes. After putting in enough stuffing, StitchedHeart sewed up the incision and put it in it's own box entitled 'The Apple Filly'.