All My Friends are Heathens

Eleanor Carter/Quartzite Pie's POV.
I was just making my way to SugarCube Corner, humming a little tune to myself. I walked to the back of the counter and took the stairs down to the dark cellar. Pinkie was already down there, getting everything ready for today's victim. And it's my turn to carve him open.

Our victim today is a pegsus stallion with a lavender-bluish coat with a scruffy grey mane and tail. His Cutie Mark was a rainbow of purple, orange and yellow. Just looking at this stallion makes my heart burn with rage and I want to punch him in his smug face. But I restrained myself.

His name was Spectrum. He used to attend flight school with Ditzy. And he was part of the bully group with Golden Snitch.
Pinkie turned to me, "You ready, Nellie?" I nodded my head, "I've got to go see Applejack, but I'll be back by the time you're done. You can handle this, right?"

"You can count on me, Pinkie. Take your time." I answered with a small salute.

Pinkie Pie waved and bounced up the stairs, out of the basement. I examined the tools and began pacing, waiting patiently for Spectrum to wake up. Tonight's gonna be fun.

Nearly twenty minutes have passed and Spectrum has regained consciousness. Note to Pinkie and Applebloom: Replace the sleeping drug with a dash of lavender and passion flower. Less time to wait for the play-mate to wake up.

"Good morning, Spectrum. Sleep well?" I greeted.

He opened his cyan eyes and looked around, "Where am I?" He asked weakly, then looked at me, "Who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" I asked, trying to mockingly sound hurt.

Spectrum stared at me. My pastel green coat was practically glowing under the dim light of the cellar.

"I... I went to school with you..." He answered, "You ran away..."

"Is that all you remember...?" I asked, my voice turning into a whisper.

Spectrum chose to not respond. My smile faded as I took a step back from him and put my hands behind my back.

"Maybe you'll remember this..." I lightened my voice and toughened my rasp to sound like a voice and sang,

'Ghostie, Ghostie,
Says she saw a ghost.
Freakie, Freakie,
You can't make toast.
Blank Flank, Blank Flank,
Her flank is old and bare.
Let's teach a lesson, if you wanna dare.'

Spectrum's pupils contracted and he began to struggle against his bindings.

"Quartzite Pie!" He exclaimed, "Uh... it's... nice to see you again..."

"My name is only Quartzite to family and friends.... You are not my friend..."I hissed, back in my normal voice, "You, Golden Snitch, Fire Bolt and Sunspot Storm thought it was funny to tease a filly with no Cutie Mark and claimed to be able to see the spirits of the departed." I narrowed eyes of murder, "But, now Golden Snitch is dead and I've earned a Cutie Mark of three wisps..." I showed him my Cutie Mark on my overalls, "Because I can speak, see and hear the spirits of the departed... Golden deserved to die."

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry I teased you!" Spectrum cried, trying to flap his wings, but there was barely any space to move them.

"No, you're not...." I walked toward him, "No one is truly ever sorry. You laughed at me, ignoring my tears. You hit me until I started bleeding. I never fought back, because my father told me not to. He paid the price for your tainted sins... You've even hurt Ditzy's feelings."

"Ditzy?" He repeated.

"Derpy Hooves." I answered, "I call her Ditzy because it sounds cute for her."

I grabbed a scalpel and held it up in front of his face, the blade about an inch from his nose. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead as he stared at my weapon. I moved the scalpel away from Spectrum's face and kissed him on the lips. My tongue forcing his mouth and danced around his.

I could feel his dark stallionhood peeking out of its hiding spot, and growing against my abdomen. The little tease likes me, huh?

I pulled away and smirked, "You know, I used to have quite the crush on you, Spectrum. Now I realized why I did. You were just cute-looking...."

"No! Quartzite, no! Please!" He pleaded.

I slapped him across the face, "You have no right to call me Quartzite!"

I carved very slowly around his rainbow Cutie Mark, as the stallion howled in pain. Blood dribbled from the cut and down his leg, staining his coat. Once I was done with the circle, I slowly and carefully peeled the skin away from the muscle. Spectrum was actually shedding tears at this point. I repeated the same procedure with his other flank.

When I was done, I wiggled them in front of Spectrum's face, "Who's the 'Blank Flank' now?"

"Quartzite, let me go!" Spectrum huffed, his body trembling from the pain, "Just... just let me go and I'll... I'll leave Cloudsdale! I'll move far away from Ponyville and won't ever bother you or Derpy again!"

I set the Cutie Marks on the table, for Ditzy's new scarf. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Spectrum. I need you to make cupcakes and muffins." I turned to him, "Also... Payback's a bitch."

"You're actually going to kill me and bake me in muffins?!" Spectrum shouted, not wanting to believe his ears.

"Yup." I answered, as I set my scalpel on the metal side table. Then I grabbed Pinkie's favorite hacksaw. You can tell because the hand is painted pink.

I turned to the tied-up stallion and smiled, "Tell me something, Spectrum. Are you a good flyer?"

"Y-y-yes..." He answered.

"Not anymore." I grabbed one of Spectrum's wings and started sawing through it violently, splattering blood all over me and Spectrum's cheek.

I licked the blood from my mouth. Spectrum tasted very sweet and spicy. Like cinnamon. He'll make perfect cinnamon pastries. He screamed like he'd never screamed before, struggling with the pain and clenching his teeth.

"Aw, you sound like a little filly!" I giggled, when I sawed the wing completely off. I moved to his other wing and sawed it off as well.

Then she set both wings aside and smiled at Spectrum, "Now you're just like me."

"Q-Qua-Quartzite..." Spectrum gasped, his face soaked in tears.

I slapped his face again, "I told you have no right to call me that name."

I examined my table of implements, debating on what to do next. Spectrum let out a soft, defeated wail, hanging his head. I noticed the hot coals Pinkie had set up. An idea hit me, as I smiled with delight. I took a long, thin, metal rod and set it in the coals to heat up.

Hmmm.... I need something to protect my hand from getting burnt. I looked and adjusted my glasses. I smiled and found a very dirty old cloth to hold the rod with. She returned to the table and set the cloth down, grabbing two unfamiliar metal objects.

They were bent at each end so they looked like giant, dull staples. I forced Spectrum's mouth open, and as he tried to wriggle out of my grasp, I shoved the metal objects on either side of his mouth, forcing it to stay open. I giggled, grabbed a pair of pliars in one hoof, the cloth in the other, and finally retrieved the red hot rod from the hot coals.

Spectrum started whimpering as I grabbed his tongue tightly with the pliars, pulling it out as far as it would go. Then I slowly, with great suspense, brought the hot rod closer and closer...

The stallion let out a high pitched scream as the white hot metal came in contact with his tongue, sizzling as it burned the flesh. I gave him a maniacal smile, pressing the rod against his tongue as firmly as she could.

When I saw the rod made from red to an iron black, I threw the rod away and jerked I the plyers hard. There was another blood curddling scream from Spectrum as his entire tongue was ripped out. He sobbed, blood flowing from his open mouth.

"You want your mouth shut now?" I asked soothingly.

Spectrum didn't answer, just continued to sob. I smiled kindly, taking the metal things out of his mouth. I watched him closely. Spectrum looked at me with hope his eyes. Hope? There's no such thing a hope anymore!

I laughed like a mad scientist, going on all-fours and bucking the pot of hot coals at Spectrum. He screamed as each rock collided with his body, leaving scorches in his fur and skin.

I clapped my hands, "Whoohoo! Wonderful! What lovely fireworks!" I cheered.

With another giggle, I skipped around the room to let off some excitement. I started singing a little song that I've been writing for the past few weeks, during my free time.

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness,
I need to calculate what create my own madness.
And I'm addicted to your punishment, and you're the master,
And I am waiting for disaster.
I feel irrational, so confrontational!
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder!
It isn't possible, to never tell the truth!
But the reality is I'm
Getting away with murder!

"Come on, Spectrum! Sing along!" I encouraged.

Spectrum's puffy eyes started to close very slowly.

"Oh no!" I gasped, as my blood ran cold with worry.

I took a syringe filled with adrenaline and injected it into Spectrum's arm. His eyes burst open, and he gasped, coughing as he inhaled a lot of blood.

I smiled, "There we go! You don't wanna miss the party!"

I walked over to my little table, scanning it over and trying to decide what to use. I frowned, as I realized I was getting bored with simple scalpels and knives. I looked around, what else has Pinkie got that'll be fun to use?

I walked over to a large tool box that Pinkie Pie kept in the basement, and started going through drawers to find something new.

I gasped and screamed like a girl getting the gift that she always wanted. I reached in and grabbed a spool with some shiny silver thread on it. Twine.

I was humming Pinkie's "Smile" song to herself, as I cut four long pieces of twine and laid them carefully on the floor. Then I explored the vast basement again and managed to find a dusty old yoke in the corner, which she pulled back into my working area.

I began tying all four sections of twine to the yoke, but I suddenly felt a hot sensation from my hand. I looked and found that I accidentally sliced the skin of my left palm. I inspected the wound, and saw that it was bleeding much more than a cut that size normally would've.

I licked the wound clean and smiled wide at Spectrum. I tasted like lemon and lime skittles. Sweet and sour.

"Pinkie must have sharpened the twine!" I exclaimed, "We won't have trouble playing with it!"

Once I was done tying the twine to the yoke, I started tying the other ends to Spectrum's limbs. He groaned in fear, unable to speak clearly without his tongue. It was no use, however. Soon the twine was tied to his upper arms and both his thighs.

I slid the yoke onto her neck, under my scarf and started slowly walking forward, away from Spectrum. I looked behind my shoulder at him, seeing he was wincing and struggling. A smile grew on my face as I gave a sharp tug. There was a shriek of pain from the stallion, which made my smile widen.

Ditzy and Pinkie would had loved to see this.

With a piercing scream of a laugh, I started running as fast as I could, the twine being pulled taut as a result. Spectrum's blood curdling wails could barely be heard over my laughter, as I continued running. The table that Spectrum lay on was firmly bolted to the stone floor, so it stayed perfectly in place.

The twine began to cut into Spectrum's flesh, blood seeping out at a surprisingly fast rate. He was yelling in pain, just wishing it'd be over. At this point, he didn't care if someone helped him or not, he just wanted it to end.

I turned and pulled with all my might. Spectrum's screams became hoarse as his throat burned in pain. The agony on his limbs increased as the twine started cutting into the bone, and he suddenly threw up onto his chest. It was mostly blood and bile. He shut his eyes tight, panting and writhing as he heard cracking sounds...

With one final burst of speed and strength, Spectrum's limbs broke off of him, and I ran headlong into the wall. I hit my head and fell back onto the cold floor and lay there for a moment. That's gonna give me a headache in the morning.

After a minute, I opened my eyes and the throbbing was gone. I got back to my hooves and I saw the arms and legs of the stallion lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. I noticed Spectrum slowly losing consciousness again.

I quickly ran to him and slapped him awake. "Not yet, Spectrum." Spectrum looked at me, "Since you're my first stallion, how about we give your friend a good farewell."

I leveled the table to a forty-five degree angle. I took off my overalls and white underwear, until I wore my shirt, gloves and scarf, leveled myself over Spectrum and kissed him. Good thing I was 5 foot 11 inches tall. His stallionhood grew and stiffened to the point the it was pressing against my abdomen, throbbing and vein-y. Ready to be released.

I grabbed his cock and guided it into my wet flower. I gasped as it entered through my walls and reached the opening of my womb. I bounced my hips up and down, in rhythm of Spectrum's hips. My walls massaging his growing and thickening horsecock. I quickened my pace for about five minutes. He closed his eyes and was beginning to grit his teeth, as if he was trying to fight back.

His stallionhood throbbed like a quickened heartbeat. Close already?

He grabbed my scarf with his teeth and pulled me close. His slammed his cock into me, and I gasped in pleasure and ecstasy. He shot ten gushes of hot semen into my womb, expanding my belly to look like a baby bump.

I smiled and climbed off him, getting dressed again, I guess it's time to harvest now."

I gave Spectrum a shot of the numbing agent and used a rag to clean up the vomit from his chest. Once the area was clear, I grabbed a scalpel, sliced him open and began pulling out organs.

The last organ to fly into the bucket was Spectrum's heart, which stopped beating in a matter of seconds. Spectrum's eyes were still open, but they were blank and listless, staring into nothing. I giggled, picking up the bucket.

"I had fun with you today, Spectrum!" I bowed, "Thank you for your contribution!"

With that, I carried the bloody bucket up to the kitchen where Pinkie Pie was waiting. While I was cutting up the organs, Pinkie went down into the basement to skin and cut up Spectrum's remains. When she returned to the shop with the meat, she smiled at me.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You did a great job, Nellie!"

"Thanks!" I replied "You what they say. What goes around, comes back around stronger..."

That same creepy grin grew on my face, and Pinkie Pie returned it with a terrifying smile of her own. We laughed as we made the muffins, celebrating a job well done.

I guess insanity runs in the family too.