Blood.
I love it.
If I could bathe in it, brush my teeth with it, I’d decorate my home with the insides of animals, because they’re so beautiful, and all function in their own way to keep us alive. Pony, dog, cat, I don’t care, I want and love to taste the life essence of the living. I also like to look into their eyes as the life fades from their bodies, but that’s just for fun.
As is happens, and as a unicorn, I can do just that. I am Fancy Pants, and this is one of my favorite stories.
I found her in a back alley, a little messy, but a mare nonetheless. I offered her a nice place to stay and a hot meal, out of the kindness of my heart. It is the pony way, to show kindness and love to all. I’m not a normal pony, though. I know I’m not, and I like it that way. Some things have to be different, or nothing will ever change.
Once we were back in my home I led her upstairs and told her some history of the photos on the walls and took a hot bath with her. Communal bathing is great, but all I kept thinking of was how her blood would look, matted in my mane. I washed her coat so clean that she said she felt like a foal again.
I don’t know why mares say that when they get really clean, but it’s a nice distraction from where my mind usually plays. After our bath we groomed each other with silver brushes, and I made sure to get every knot out of her mane and tail. My heart pounded every time she’d yelp in pain as I tore a tangle loose.
Keeping control was so difficult. Pretending to be a ‘normal’ pony, helping out another in their time of need. That’s not the Canterlot way, not the way of a noble, such as I. She knew it, but I think she thought I was an exception, with my moustache and monocle. My cape I wore and the hat of the day I had donned when I’d come across her. I am unique, alright.
I showed her the main floor of the house and told her about who was in the photos and the importance they played in shaping my family line until we made it into the kitchen.
I offered her some food, snacks… drinks. I also had syringes of various drugs, to help us relax, on the counter. I know these mares, they use drugs almost as much as we nobles do, only they get in trouble for it. Her eyes lit up and she hopped over to them, looking at them intently, trying to guess what was in each.
“Ladies first,” I said to her, bowing slightly.
She picked a needle at random in her hoof and I took it, moved it to her neck, and returned the smile she gave me. I slowly penetrated her flesh and pressed the plunger with my magic, then tossed the used item in the garbage by the sink. She was standing, and started to shiver.
“What, wash, that, one?” she asked slowly, slurred.
“Ketamine. You took a strong dose. You’ll be loopy for a while, would you like to rest?” I asked at a speed her mind could understand, taking my monocle off and setting it beside a syringe. She slurred something while I took the syringe, moved it to my neck, and bent the needle as I depressed the plunger, making it look like I had injected myself, too.
She smiled and stumbled to me, resting her chin on my back, her rear fell to the floor and she hummed something. She was trying to talk, but it wasn’t working, which meant it was working. “Come, let me show you to your resting place,” I said, helping her stand on jelly legs while I led her to the basement door.
“It’s right down these stairs, don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” I told her as I picked her off her hooves with my magic and let her trail close behind me as I descended the stairs into near blackness.
I knew the basement, where almost everything was, and the way to the secret room I’d had constructed, and then turned into my fun room.
I led her in and let her stand on her hooves, wobbly and uneasy, giggling goofily at random. I led her to the table in the center of the room, lit by a few enchanted candles, and helped her lay down, and let my magic flow over her while I gave her another shot of ketamine. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and she drooled as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a faint smile still there.
“How do you feel?” I asked slowly. She smiled and gurgled something that sounded like she was having a blast. I rolled her to her belly and fluffed her mane, making sure it wasn’t tangled, as I climbed onto the bed and over her. “How do you feel?” I asked as my unsheathed stallionhood pressed against her vulva.
Again, she mumbled something and snorted lightly, a laugh. I licked my lips as I pressed inside her body.
At first, her walls were dry, almost rough, but once my ring passed her soft lips, she became wet enough to accommodate my length. I thrust deeper, pushing until my balls touch her pelvis, then rocking my hips back to where my flared tip nearly popped from her lips. With a spell, I flip her onto her back. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, drool following as her head moved and she looked at me, blankly.
She blinked and I saw a spark of awareness still there, she was at the precipice of a drug induced sleep, and death. Right where she needed to be for me to start. Calling a sharp kitchen knife over and drew it between our muzzles. Her eyes tracked it, telling me she was still, very mildly, coherent, but the fact I was inside her most delicate of places and she didn’t react… My heart began to race as I kissed her and brought the knife closer, broke the kiss, and let the blade kiss her bottom lip.
A small slice, and I saw the color that made my heart race. I kissed her again, mere drops of blood mixing into our saliva and filling my senses with it’s metallic sweetness. I wish I could drink so much of it, but being a pony, I’m limited to how much I can have, otherwise I’ll be on the toilet for hours, and that’s not something I have time for.
Even playing with this mare is a waste of time, but everypony needs to have fun, to release the tension of the day. I bring the knife between us and push onto my forelegs, pressing inside her with my cock again as I bring the knife to her barrel and let it glide, softly, down her chest. I watch as her flesh rends enough for blood to flow in small droplettes into her fur, matting it slightly.
I feel my cock twinge as I do another pass to the right, then left. My balls tighten slightly, watching her blood surface, so I lay my body to hers and relish the feeling of only mere drops of her life essence against my body. I want more, so much more. I can’t play with her the same, I need more.
Bringing the knife to her foreleg, curled to her chest on instinct, I begin cutting her in non fatal areas, enough to draw blood and open her body to the meat within. I cut around her hoof and, using my magic, apply pressure to her arteries and, with expert skill, cut through her tendons and ligaments until I feel the blade catch.
Looking at the dark oozing blood collecting on the knife edge, I look inside her, to her bone and twist the knife one last time. Her hoof falls off and rolls from her chest to her neck, blood trailing it as it falls to the table with a clatter that tickles my ears. I guess I can play with her like the others, only this mare is special, I’ll do special things to her.
I thrust again inside her and while I’m hilted I use some dental floss to tie a tourniquet around her wounded legs upper joint and do the same to her other, just before I slice into her flesh and spend the next minute removing that hoof as well.
I nuzzle her stumps with my cheeks and let the black blood soak into my coat as I keep fucking her, so slowly so I don’t come inside her, not yet. It’s so hard to not just release my seed inside her and go to the next step, but I need to make some of these last.
I kiss her lips again, the taste of metal and other things I’ve never understood fill my palate again and I bring the knife between us, and to her belly. I cut her lengthwise and then vertically, only a centimeter deep. Enough to cut through her flesh, fat, and muscle without damaging her innards. I look into her eyes as I move the blood covered knife before her and watch as it drips across her face and a single drop lands on her unblinking eye.
Placing the knife beside her head, I use my magic and focus, carefully opening her belly. It’s never as easy as it sounds and I have to force parts of her open, tearing at spots where I couldn’t cut deep enough, or too deep. Blood runs freely at first, then slows as I look at her beautiful digestive tract. It’s glory, only I can behold, as I feel myself start to cum.
I pull out and let my cock flop onto her open torso and my seed flows into her. I thrust, moan, whimper as I squirt my seed inside her, coating her with my milky whiteness that turns bright pink right away.
I kiss her again. “Thank you, my darling. You have pleased me like no other,” I whisper into her ear and bring the knife up, removing the same ear with a single stroke, the quiet rending sound brings a smile to my muzzle.
She doesn’t even whimper as I place it on her nose and climb down her body. I let my magic play inside her, the squelching her body makes is erotic music to my ears and I bring her intestines up and around my neck, letting the weight of them weigh me down so I can slowly bury my face in her.
I feel the warmth and thickness weighing around my head and the smell, Celestia the smell. Like angels have given me a gift of candy and breads. I exhale slowly and inhale deeply as I lay, prone, against her. I feel her heart beating through my chin and her organs continuing to work their tasks, even though I’m entangled with them.
I press up and chuckle as some intestines have looped around my snout nearer to her stomach than I’d have liked and tugged at me. “Now, now, you’ll get your turn, soon,” I tease her as I wiggle free and stand over her. She looks at me, wearing her as a necklace, then looks at the ceiling again.
Rolling her to her side I watch as she spills her contents across the table and some starts to fall over the edge before I can stop it, sending a chain reaction that I watch, with bated breath. Her guts spill to the floor, stopping suddenly as her stomach and anus hold firm. She coughs, though, and whimpers.
I lay on her, nuzzling her side for a moment. “Don’t worry, it’s almost over,” I tell her. She’s as still as death itself, but I feel her understand me.
I take the knife in my magic again and open her cavity so I can look inside and sever the end of her tract, squeezing the thick globs of hay riddled foodstuff from the end and bring it below me. I relax and let myself unsheath again. It’s not that hard to do when I’m surrounded by such beauty, and let myself enter her nasty end.
It’s better than if I had to do it the traditional way, I feel. I cut her again and again, rending flesh and exposing fat and muscle, once, I go too deep and feel her rib resist me and my blade, but that won’t stop me. I slide her colon against my cock, this time like I was masturbating, and I love the feeling, the sounds, the fluids rushing against my cock as I thrust her against me. I’ll be coming faster this time, like the naughty pony I am, having sex with such a mare.
But, she stirs slightly. She’s waking up, slowly, but surely. I see a tear in her eye and I know I have to get to a certain point, or she’ll ruin my next orgasm with screams of delight for what I’m doing to her.
Running the knife along her exposed kidneys, I roughly cut them out and place them on her shoulder and I go to work, cutting at her spine bones. I slip several times before I find a niche and cut deep, feeling her hind legs go limp, I know I’ve gotten the right area. I come again, this time it’s not as good, or as much. I’m too focused on finishing. She whimpers and her forelegs stir slightly.
She hasn’t bled out yet, she’s a strong mare. Earth ponies are the toughest, by far. She’s a great choice. I roll her to her back again and move her head, so she can see the beauty I’ve turned her into. I’m wearing her innards as clothing, she’s empty in her stomach cavity, blood, beautiful blood, is everywhere.
She starts to sing her song for me, quietly, though. She sees and understands what I am. I, am an artist of the pony body. I use my magic and caress her cheeks with her kidneys, cooing to her, calming her down. Then I take my knife to her upper insides. It’s hard to see, but I know where everything should be, and with a few tugs I find various parts, and cut them free.
I slip a lot and cut into nearby ones, spilling blood and their unique juices, but I do well enough for the knife I have. She moves her forelegs up and her eyes lock on her missing hooves, then I know how to find her lungs, because she’s breathing so heavily. She sings me her song, telling me she loves what I’m doing.
“You’re almost done, my dear,” I tell her between her notes of pleasure, “I only have a little left, and so do you.”
I cut into the bottom of her left lung watching as the silky smooth organ slowly lets its air loose, flattening like a deflated hoofball. My eyes come to hers, and I watch and feel as the thump of her heart finally fades, her already slow movements stalling further until she stills. I begin to rush, but I can’t find her heart inside her body, so I move the knife into her chest cavity and cut like mad at the top and around the back.
The blade has dulled, so it’s not as easy and clean, and I fail. I can’t let her taste her own heart before it stops beating. I move quickly to look into her face, opening her eyes, and I watch as the spark leaves them. My heart pounds and I kiss her again. “Thank you, my dear,” I whisper into her mouth.
I took her heart, sliced and poorly cared for, and placed it with the others in my trunk and cleaned myself up in the utility shower before I left. “I’ll help you clean up when I get back, Darling. I mustn’t play with you all night.”
It was only a little while that I had to play with her, and I wish it was more, but then I guess what made it special was who the mare was. Her name, was Bonbon, and she was a baker. As sweet inside as she was a creator of treats, and she was a close friend one of the heroes of Equestria.
I feel like, in a way, I played with one of them, and not just a down on her luck baker.
