Fall of Equestria: The Hunter

Applebloom sighed as she got under the covers in her bed. Big Macintosh still cared for his sisters, despite accepting the Caribou’s rule. Enough so that he let Applejack keep her hat and let them sleep in their old beds.

They were lucky. Most other mares on the farm were forced to sleep in cages. Big Macintosh fought tooth and nail for Applebloom and her sister to sleep in an actual bed. He didn’t stop them from raping her and Applejack, though.

Like usual, Applebloom cried to sleep that night. Unlike usual, though, she suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. She, to mild horror, found herself unable to move most of her body. She tried to move her limbs, but they refused to do so.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. She felt something shift at the end of her bed. With great effort, she managed to move her head and neck to look down. Her eyes widened in horror and shock.

Some...thing...was perched up on the board at the end of her bed. It was hairless, and its bones protruded against its skin. It’s eyes were what terrified Applebloom more than anything. They were black. Just...black. No light. No emotion. No soul.

Applebloom redoubled her efforts to move, to no avail. She couldn’t even open her mouth, only managing to whimper. It stared at her for a while, and Applebloom thought it wouldn’t do anything after a while.

That changed when it raised one of its arms. Applebloom shivered at what she saw. At first she thought the claws on its arm was organic, but when it reflected the moonlight, Applebloom knew better.

The claws were metal, and to Applebloom’s disgust, looked like they were crudely grafted to its arm and hand. It slowly lowered its claw to her body. I’m gonna die.

It, with surprising agility, pinched the blanket with its metal claws and yanked it to the side to show Applebloom’s naked body. It’s gonna rape me.

It didn’t. It didn’t even stare at her genitals or breasts. It stared straight into her eyes, never blinking.

For a few more minutes, it didn’t move. Suddenly, and without warning, it raised its clawed arm again. Pointing a claw at her, it touched the flesh between her breasts. Slowly, ever so slowly, it slid its claw down her chest, across her stomach, and stopping at her hips.

It retreated its limb and stared at her again, leaving Applebloom wondering why it did what it did. It leaned forward after a moment, and crawled over her legs and stopped at her pelvis, crouching.

It raised its bladed arm again and this time, it touched the side of the trembling mare’s neck. It traced over her jugular vein, across her throat, and to the other side. It then traced down her torso again.

Applebloom knew it wasn’t going to rape her, or do anything sexual to her as continued its staring marathon. And stared. And stared. An hour must have passed of continuous staring. As time went on, Applebloom got more angry. It just stared at her, almost unmoving. Part of her wanted it to kill her. Or rape her. Or anything but stare at her.

Using all of her willpower, she opened her mouth, “Fuuck….yuuu,” she said with a slurred speech, unable to fully articulate.

As soon as she said that, it launched its clawed arm forward. Applebloom’s irises shrank to pinpricks as the blade stopped a mere centimeter away from her eye. She felt something warm trickle out of her, and knew she peed herself.

She was too scared to feel shame about that as it shoved its face into hers. Applebloom was forced to stare at its eyes. All she saw was black. Endless black. Then it opened its mouth, and Applebloom whimpered as she saw its sharp, jagged teeth.

It growled, and the sound made Applebloom fully lose control of her bladder. It was the most horrifying thing she had ever heard. It was the lowest pitch of a growl she heard, somehow mixed with the screams of the damned.

Tears spilled out of her eyes as she sobbed quietly. It stared at her for a minute more before jumping to the side of her bed. It moved out of view, and Applebloom tried to move her head again, but this time found she couldn’t.

She heard it. She heard its breathing in her ear. It was a ragged, fluid-filled sound, like it had some sort of lung disease. She felt its claw on her temple, which traced down to her jaw before leaving her.

Everything went quiet. She couldn’t hear it any more. Maybe it had left. Maybe-

It suddenly leaned over and down onto her, face to face again and hissed. Applebloom let out a muffled scream before it scampered out the bedroom door.

Applebloom suddenly regain control of her body, and she did what most ponies would have done.

She screamed.