It was a normal day in Ponyville. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the pegasi had no plans for rain. Lyra and Bon Bon had recently moved in together, and were walking to Fluttershy's cottage to look for a pet for their new home, as a kind of solidification of their dedication to each other.
They had known each other for almost their entire lives, and had an intimate relationship since they were in their teen years. They had always been open about their relationship, but most people they knew shunned them for it. Even their parents were ashamed of their children for being homosexuals. They were forced to become outcasts, shut-ins, which was part of the reason they had moved to Ponyville.
They had originally lived in separate houses in fear of discrimination. It was only when they noticed the relationship between Octavia and Vinyl Scratch, and how barely anypony seemed to care that they went public.
When they arrived at Fluttershy's cottage she was surprised, yet happy, to see the couple at her door asking for a pet. When they explained their situation to her, she squealed with joy and led them to her backyard.
The couple gasped in amazement. Surrounding them were hundreds of different types of animals, ranging from cute little bunnies to ferocious lions.
"Well, um, what kind of pet were you looking for?" Fluttershy inquired gleefully.
"We were looking for something that isn't too noisy." Lyra stated absentmindedly, still distracted by the scene around her.
"But still wants to be loved and petted." Bon Bon interjected.
"What about a dog?" Fluttershy suggested, sounding hopeful.
"Too loud." Lyra declared.
"What about a dark and mysterious bat?" tried Fluttershy.
"Bats are nocturnal, so it'd be kind of hard to pet." Bon Bon said, apologetically.
"What about a kitty?" Fluttershy asked, still sounding persistent.
"A cat? That would be very qui-" Lyra began
"I think a kitty would be wonderful!" Bon Bon interrupted. "I've always wanted a cat, but a kitty!? That would be the cutest thing ever!
Fluttershy's face lit up with joy.
"Oh wonderful, I have the perfect kitty for you! I'll be right back!"
As the two ponies waited patiently for Fluttershy's return, they began to grow impatient.
"What's taking her so long?" Bon Bon asked anxiously.
"I don't know, lets go see if we can find out."
They walked into Fluttershy's cottage to see her cornering a small, calico tabby cat.
"Come on Chairman Meow, you don't want to keep your new owners waiting do you?" Fluttershy coaxed soothingly.
The cat hissed and ran to the doorway where the two were standing. Lyra snatched up the kitten and managed to restrain it.
"Oh, thank goodness you caught him. Last time he ran away he didn't come back for a month!" Fluttershy exclaimed, sounding relieved.
"Is this the cat that we'll be adopting?" inquired Lyra, sounding unsure.
"That was what I had planned. Chairman Meow has always been rebellious, but I'm sure that if he gets the love and affection that he needs, he'll turn around for sure. I'm not able to give him the attention he needs because I have so many other animals to take care of, but with two ponies as loving as you two as owners? I'm sure he'll be happier than he's ever been."
"Ooooooh, he's soo cute!!" Bon Bon squealed.
"I think he's purrfect. Thanks Fluttershy, we'll take great care of him." Lyra cooed.
"Yeah, thanks Fluttershy!" Bon Bon added.
And with that, the two ponies walked out the door, their new kitten in it's cage, levitated by Lyra's magic, Bon Bon's arm around Lyra's neck.
"I'm so glad we have this new life together. We have so many new opportunities to do so many new things. I love you Lyra." Bon Bon almost whispered.
"I love you too, Bon Bon." sighed Lyra.
And with that they headed back to their home, not saying another word until they got to the doorstep
Two weeks had passed since the two had adopted Chairman Meow, and he was still as rebellious as ever. Bon Bon and Lyra were becoming irritated. They had barely been able to get him to eat anything, and when he did eat he was just as picky as Angel. Not to mention what he did with the food when he did eat it. He had pooped just about everywhere in the house twice.
But they didn't want to disappoint Fluttershy. She was such a sweet pony after all.
They made several attempts to love and pet the cat, but every time they got near, it swiped at them with its razor sharp claws. Bon Bon was becoming annoyed even more so than Lyra. When they had moved in, they had decided that Lyra would go out to get a job and Bon Bon would stay at home and handle the housework.
Obviously, the cat would interfere with Bon Bon's jobs around the house more than Lyra's job at the Almareto Ciarla.
After the fifth time Bon Bon had been forced to bandage up the cuts she received from the cat, she decided she had had enough. She didn't want to get rid of the cat for Fluttershy's sake, but she was going to have to do something.
She was going to trim his nails.
"Lyra, come in here for a sec."
"Sure thing Bonny, what do you need?"
"I have an idea about how we can better handle the cat, but I'll need you to hold him down for a second"
"Bonny, what are you planning?"
"I'm going to try to trim the little devil's nails. I went to the store and bought this clipper, it should work nicely."
"Uh, Bon Bon?"
"Yes dear?"
"Those aren't meant for cutting nails, they're used to cut small branches."
"I know, but they'll suffice."
Lyra sighed and shook her head.
"Alright, I'll do it, but I won't like it. Where is the little furball anyways?"
They heard a scuffling noise from above them, and a small mass of teeth and claws fell from the ceiling, landing directly on Lyra's face.
"FUCKING HELL, GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF ME!! AAGGGGHH!!" Lyra screamed in pain.
At the sight of Lyra's pain, Bon Bon could feel herself become slightly aroused, but ignored the feeling.
"PUT IT ON THE TABLE! PUT IT ON THE TABLE" shouted a surprised Bon Bon.
Lyra managed to pry the cat off of her face with magic and slammed it down on the table with a resounding crack! It was at this point that the cat stopped struggling and merely began to yowl in pain.
Bon Bon pulled the hedge trimmers out of her bag and quickly began cutting the fingernails. Due to the sudden rush of adrenaline and shock from the cat's initial attack combined with the fact that she was using an improper tool, she was unsteady and messed up on the second nail. She pulled the nail out of his paw and the cat started struggling again.
"YYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!" the cat screeched in pain.
Lyra and Bon Bon stared at the blood slowly seep from the wound in silence. Strange feelings began to stir in them both, a very peculiar feeling.
Not fear.
Not horror.
But curiosity and arousal.
Lyra looked into Bon Bon's eyes and could see that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. Bon Bon's usual cheery and tolerant attitude of everyone around her had faded into the background, and sparkle in her eyes as she gazed into Lyra's was pleading for permission to move forward. Lyra stared back at her and slowly nodded her head in agreement. They were going ahead.
Bon Bon, slowly but surely, moved the clippers up the cat's forearm and stopped at it's wrist. A nervous smile grew on both of their faces and, in one quick motion, she severed the cat's hand. The cat had become terrified at this point and was obviously in extreme pain. It made a move to get away, but Lyra grabbed it by the right hind leg and flipped the cat over. She then bent the leg backwards to keep the cat still.
Due to the cat's new position, Bon Bon had a new paw to play with. With this paw, she started with the toes, slowly slicing them off one by one, releasing spurts of blood across the entire room. The cat screeched in pain with each severed digit and released a massive howl as she slowly cut through the flesh and bone in the wrist. She sliced through the flesh rather quickly, creating a large amount of shock on the bone as the blade hit it. She struggled with the bone, but cut through by slowly wriggling the handle of the clippers back and forth until she reached a point where she could snap the bone with her hooves.
At this point, both ponies had reached intense levels of orgasmic pleasure from the experience. Bon Bon shuddered at every snap of a tendon or bone. Lyra gazed the blood pouring out from the cat, and began rubbing her left hoof up and down her crotch to stimulate herself.
She then grabbed the cat's leg and it's bloody stump of a hand and, with a quick bending motion, snapped the bone in half. The angle that the bone had snapped at had created a long, pointy shape from it's wrist. She used the edge of the trimmers to slowly carve the flesh away from the wrist, leaving a perfect tool for stabbing the animal. She wrenched the limb from the joint and used the point of the cat's own bones to slice its now lifeless body wide open.
At this point, both of them lost control and began to attack the creature's insides with their bare hooves, ripping the still-warm organs and intestines out of it's body. They began running around room, streaming the long, rope-like intestines behind them. Bon Bon was cackling maniacally and Lyra maintained a dark chuckle. They start pulling out it's esophagus and stomach out, careful not to tear anything.
They then decorated the room with the intestines, looping the cord to make intricate designs, using carefully sliced bits and pieces of the stomach to highlight their creation. Then, Lyra rips out the cats heart and places it delicately in the center of the twisted masterpiece.
They both stand back to admire their work, and suddenly realize the gravity of their situation. After several minutes of silence Lyra runs out of the room, leaving Bon Bon with what remained of the cat.
She collapsed in the bathroom, falling on the toilet, grasping the edge of the seat with her hooves. She felt vomit erupt out of her throat as her mind span in turmoil, her conscience conflicting with the joy she felt whilst desecrating the demonic feline's body. She pulled herself onto her hooves, walked over to the sink and grasped the sides of the sink, already feeling weary from the short walk. She looked into her reflection, barely recognizing the pony she once knew.
What was I thinking? Why did I enjoy that? It was horrible, it was disgusting, and yet if felt...right. I suppose I've always had these feelings, they were just hidden behind some psychic wall. And it's beginning to show cracks.
"Lyra?"
Lyra looked to the door with a look of shock on her face. Upon seeing Bon Bon, she calmed down, and realized that Bon Bon may not have come to terms with her actions like she had.
"Yes, Bon Bon?"
Bon Bon looked down at her hooves covered in a coat of crimson red blood and said with a whisper.
"I need more."
