Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the third installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots I had made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fanfic for that this chapter here will deal with a certain subject matter considered unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated.

In addition, I would like to take this time to inform you that this chapter is only a nightmare but it can and will bring shock, awe, and outrage out of you in ways too horrible to imagine so it's with a generous heart and mind that yours truly has uploaded another chapter after this as well on the same day no less: for those of you amongst themselves wishing to skip ahead, please do so; I promise, this one will help calm your nerves a bit for the most part.

As always, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic belongs to me so I will say this line one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can withstand this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on then again, you have but a few options: stop right there and wait, go back to the beginning, or skip ahead to the next chapter; whatever decision you make, I won't blame you but consider yourselves warned.

Depth

All throughout the way, there was an abysmal unknown of complete whiteness where only such factors of sight, substance, and scent lay buried in obscurities best referred to as an ethereal void. The exceptions that had given clues to the very location’s identity were surface, sensitivity, and sound: such were the gentle breezes being close to comfort anyone that would crossed their path. Most importantly, the current occupancy was above from simply desolate, let alone abandoned; after all, this bright light all around the way proved to be outright temporary to say the very least.

A tall woman was found out amongst the whiteness, lying supine with but a warm face plastered with a straight edge and sand all across the way. Her dark pink hair was decorated with a purple feather small bouquet of flowers, each with an assortment of many hues and styles whatsoever. A colorful dress was found to be adorned upon the woman’s body: though it was predominately purple, her torso area was jet black like the night. Her hands and feet were bare but her forearms and shins were all adorned with black silky arm and leg warmers respectively throughout her skin.

“I’m surprised that this freak of nature is a daughter of those drab rock farmers; for a second there, I had thought that Goody Quartz must have cheated on her husband with the milkman…” some scoffing surfed into the woman’s ears.

Within moments, she had slowly but surely arose from her station, both eyelids struggling to fly open as the true blue orbs prevailed. It wasn’t long until the woman came to her senses immediately, surprised to find the visibility had been instantly provided for her. The airstreams had quickly brushed up right against the woman’s ears with tender gentleness, causing herself to shiver to and fro. She started to smell the oxygen all around her, finding a crisp and cool breeze that was already over her skin and inside the nostrils. Given the realization that she was in an area devoid of any semblance in substance whatsoever, the woman took up a bouncy stance. Jumping up and down a bit, she began to explore the very void that was around herself, already embracing the unsettling uncertainty.

Of course, because of her place in it all, the woman had slowed down and began to ask aloud, “hello? Where am I; what is this place…? Is there anyone around…? Mom… dad… Maud… Limestone… Marble… Gummy… Mr. Cake… Mrs. Cake… Pound… Pumpkin… Twilight… Applejack… Rainbow… Rarity… Fluttershy…?”

“Waaaaaaaaah…!” a cry was heard reaching into both ears, serving as an answer that started to paint a rather unpleasant picture in her mind, “ah–ah–waaaaaaaaaah…!”

“A baby; oh my goodness, could it be one of their twins?!” the woman ruminated as she had begun to search for the new voice that was loud.

Sure enough, the bouncing stopped almost completely and she picked up on the wail yet again, “waaaaaaaaah…!”

“It must be; what if their own parents are nowhere else to found, or worse, what if they’re already dead…?” the woman thought some more as a few beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, prompting her to be on the move, “DON’T WORRY CHILD, I’LL FIND YOU…!”

“Waaaaaaaah…!” the crying went on, causing herself to pick up acceleration in her locomotion in little time whatsoever.

As soon as the woman started to saunter about quickly, she couldn’t help but think about the possibilities being placed into her head, “oh, no… what if someone comes across them and decides to do something awful that I can’t even imagine…? Providence, please give me the strength to not fail: I can’t live with the shame of letting him or her die alone; I just can’t…!”

“Waaaaaaaah…!” the wailing grew louder, forcing the woman to go faster and more frantically than before, “ah–ah–waaaaaaaah!”

“I have to find the baby but I don’t know where to find them…!” she pondered onward, the perspiration now increasing in torrents.

The woman looked all around in front of her and back, searching high and low but couldn’t trace the source of the ongoing bawling, “waaaaaaaah…!”

“Oh dear, I can still hear it but I can’t seem to find the infant; yet, I can’t just give up because of it: whatever the gender, a loving parent is still needed…!” she had ruminated while running about to no end in sight, still hopeful that the source of melancholy would be answered with tender loving care at her hands; suddenly, one of her feet got caught into something, “WHOA!!”

It was at this point that the woman tripped and fell down, landing into the surface of the void only to break on through to the other side in a flash. Sure enough, she had found herself landing onto something that was hard and rough with some color: it just so happens to be none other than wood. When the woman tried to sit upward, she had found a background filled to the brim with taupe shading and held up by some large pieces of timber. A thin carpet was found in the epicenter of the floor she’d fallen on with different hues of purple separated into a few rings in the form of a bullseye. One lone window was already well off in the short walking distance, nearly covered up by some dark blue curtains, save for what appears to be night. Despite this presentation, she had suddenly looked upward to find that the void she was traversing around in was now right above herself. Standing in front of the woman was a fireplace with logs already set ablaze, resting in between a drawer and shelf containing many ceramic tableware.

“There, there now, my child… return to slumber…” another voice now entered her ears as she turned around.

What the woman had found started to shock her: it was a lone tenant who had shared the same gender despite being much older and more plump. Some dark green tresses were found already tied into a bun, save for a few strands out of place in the finite neatness, compared to the lone witness. A pair of glasses with a golden frame were held securely in place by some of its petite chains, overlaying the tired icy blue that looked downward. Dressed in black from top to bottom with some thin white lines intersecting one another evenly, the owner also wore a gilded brooch with a gem.

It didn’t take long until the observer whimpered at once, staring at the tenant whom was already holding a swaddled figure in the right hand and a bottle in the opposite, “mom…?”

“Oh, how I pity thee, dear babe: born in the vestry to mine defiled yet departed daughters to a dreaded disease thou hast inherited from these wretched curs…” the matriarch sniffled as she had started feeding the youth with a somber gaze, “still, I miss them, seeing their legacy in thine eyes like thou were one of mine own…”

“Marble… Limestone…” the younger counterpart gasped quietly, still watching the two in front of her.

The woman in black had cried softly, “if only if I had been strong enough to defend our home alongside my dear Igneous; at least, he would needst not the assistance of another’s arms to make himself work hither and yon like before. Now, our only daughter is there to carry on the legacy of her fallen sisters, Marble and Limestone: two of whom now already found their place alongside their dearest grandmother, free from the vexations that destroyed them. Even though I would have cast mine shoes at Pinkamena for leaving them both to their mortal fates, the animosity towards her would be needless so to speak compared to the dastards themselves.”

“Does that mean–––” the observer thought, her pupils and irises shrinking about as her hair fizzled out all at once, “no, that’s not possible…!”

“Perhaps despite this grave tragedy, at least they livest on: their children free from bondage…” the tenant sighed as the child cooed warmly.

It wasn’t long until the younger counterpart felt her eyes well up and had wept loudly, “OH WHY DID YOU TWO HAVE TO SUFFER THIS WAY?! YOU WERE THE BEST OF SISTERS I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR BUT NOW YOU’RE BOTH GONE…! I SHOULD HAD BEEN THERE AT YOUR SIDES; I’M SUCH A HORRIBLE EXCUSE OF A PERSON. IT’S LIKE THE STUFF MADE FROM A MADMAN’S DREAM AND NONE OF US COULD EVER WAKE UP! IF ANYTHING, I SHOULD BE THE ONE WHO SHOULD HAVE SUFFERED INSTEAD: I SHOULD BE THE ONE USED AND ABUSED LIKE A COMMON WHORE, I SHOULD BE THE ONE INFECTED WITH SO MANY DISEASES, I SHOULD BE THE ONE BEARING CHILDREN, I SHOULD BE DEAD RATHER THAN LIMESTONE OR MARBLE!!”

“Hush now, little one…” the woman in black had chuckled briefly as the young infant burped, “the morrow willst be a brand new day…”

“IF ONLY I HAD STAYED BY THEIR SIDE INSTEAD OF LEAVING…!” the observer wept as she looked downward from the two.

Unbeknownst to the young woman, the elder figure moved forward and hissed sharply, “exactly, Pinkamena…”

“Huh…?” the observer sniffled as she looked at the matriarch who now wore a grimace, “mother, I want to talk to you about–––”

“What is there to talk about: for the past hundreds of fortnights, the prodigal mooncalf excuse of a daughter who hast departed from us to chase after frivolous dreams only so to return to this place the day these dastardly brutes took every single thing from right underneath the lot of us?!” the elder female laughed as she had still focused on the younger counterpart.

The observer backed away a bit and whimpered with tears in her eyes, “nevertheless, I feel awful for what had happened lately; I should have know that something like this could even take place: our own home being destroyed, dad losing his arms, you being forced to make a cuckold of him, and my two sisters being forced to give birth to unwed children. Now, I see you raising one of them like they were one of your own because of how they died when I could’ve saved them, or at least been at their side before they both took their last breaths; I’M SO SORRY MOTHER…!”

“I see then…” the matriarch sighed but still retained her frigid glare upon her daughter, “I don’t forgive thee…”

“Mom, I said that I’m sorry…” the woman said.

Nevertheless, the elder in black had replied almost instantaneously, “true yet I refuse thy pleas of forgiveness…”

“I don’t understand what’s going on now…” the younger counterpart whimpered as she tried to stand up, “this could be the last time that we could–––”

“No, I refuse to give you the relief from thy transgressions for thou hast deserved them not; thou must live with the horrid sin thou hast committed against us for the rest of thine life: thou shalt knowest that nothing will be mended back together like before…!” the matriarch interjected without any warning whatsoever.

Knocked down but not out, the young woman pleaded, “look mom, I understand that being a mother has been tough and losing Marble and Limestone in the process had undermined all of that but–––”

“Igneous has not much time to live on this wretch as do I…” the elder in black interrupted once more with feeling, “this illness will not go away and I refuse to be thy crutch of sanctimonious contrition…!”

“You must believe me: I did everything I could to try and save you…!” the observer broke down in tears once more.

The matriarch growled about, “even so, why didn’t thou visit me more often? A decade of time passed, yet thou visit me not.”

“I did…” the young woman answered tenderly, “I had tried to buy your freedom: I became a dancehall girl in Appleloosa to raise money for you; but then, I had came across another troubled girl–––”

“Dost thou knowest what it was like for any of us: we lost our home and they lost their maidenhoods; we were blessed that Maud had been able to escape when she hadst the chance, but you…?” the elder rebuffed as the child began to whine.

The young observer started to cry again, “I never asked for any of this to happen, especially not to you…”

“I didn’t care about the fact that they hadst treated me like a harlot; I cared about Marble and Limestone becoming one!” the indignant matriarch snarled instantaneously, catching the counterpart off–guard all at once, “we did well at each other’s side and made the most of our existences on the world, but what they needed then was a sister yet thou hast abandoned them! Because of their mortal vexations, they gave up their spirits and therefore I willst never forgive thee for such a treacherous deed; now, begone from mine sight, o’ unworthy one!”

“Mom, please… just hear me out I–––” the woman attempted to speak, only to be slapped by the elder.

It was at this point a redden handprint was found grazing upon the observer’s teary face, no doubt the work of the matriarch who snorted, “thou should hast learn what is troublesome with thee: thou envisions thyself as a heroine of thine own story simply because thou found talent and made thine freedom; but, that is not the case! Even I know thee better than any of thine sorry excuses of friends and parents thou darest to call mother and father; as a matter of fact, I wager that thou wouldst probably slumber a lot best under the moon and stars should thou admitted to thyself that thou art a selfish wretch who runs off to wherever without care. This be thee: Pinkamena Diane Pie, or rather Pinkamena Diane Cake…”

“Oh, mother…” the young woman wept, “I don’t know why I came to this place…”

“Liar… I cast thee out of the house…” the elder in black huffed as she had went away from the observer’s sights.

With the young woman now let alone, she had started to weep uncontrollably, creating a flood of tears that fell onto the surface of the rug beneath. Even as she had shut those blue eyes away with her hands, one of the memories of her mother’s deed was still implanted upon her very cheeks. The young woman struggled to wipe her own tears away as she came to find more in their place as they had moistened the hands upon themselves.

She had lost the strength to contest to the elder’s decision or move away, crying loudly over the cold hard flooring she landed upon not too long ago, “if I had known what would become of my own family, then I should have returned to them sooner when I had the first chance given to me or better yet never left the rock farm at all no matter what talent had been realized.”

“Then tell us this: why…?” the young woman heard, coming from right behind her, “what had prompted you to do so… sister?”

When she had turned around, she couldn’t believe what was currently standing before her almost immediately: a pair of females whom were perhaps alike in fair dignity at first glance; of course, she couldn’t even find an iota’s worth of strength to take joy in their collective appearances. The twosome had possessed certain commonalities: a bright complexion upon their skin, a set of monochromatic hair flowing out from their heads, some cool color shades circling around their pupils, some somber looks donned upon their faces, and already clothed in dirt and blood. Of course, there were some significant differences that the lone woman had taken notice upon turning around to face them all at once; after all, the matriarch from before was at least modest and clean despite the contempt she had for the former much earlier so to speak in the least.

Nevertheless, the two females were already found to be staring into the observer’s wet blue eyes with little concern for their own lack of attire whatsoever. For starters, one of them had long gray hair with a brighter streak in the middle whereas the other possessed spikey silver hair with its edge at the neckline. Secondly, there was also a slight difference in height between the very two who were standing within the young woman’s line of eyesight by centimeters. Third of all, one had a well–toned set of muscles etched into her forearms and abdomen while the other maintained a dainty slimmer figure upon her body. In addition, the brawny figure had donned a pair of small yet sizable cleavage whereas the petite counterpart surpassed her predecessor in terms of density. Within seconds, the observer had come to find that one of them had some acidic green upon the visage while the other was donning timid purple instead.

“Marble… Limestone… is that really you two; what have these fiends done to my sisters…?” the young woman slowly stuttered about as she focused in on the titular twosome almost immediately.

The spikey haired figure sighed softly before replying, “terrifying things, Pinkie; they’ve turned us into common slaves in our own home: working longer hours, eating table scraps, digging larger ditches, servicing our masters, and becoming stress relief all at our expense. Once upon a time, ma and pa had told us, Maud, and you to save ourselves for marriage; now, I can’t help but to cry at the reality that had befallen upon us both ever since they had defiled us to no end in sight: ever since that day, we can’t even go to sleep without at least one brute having his way however he sees fit. Even we had seen how far that our dear mother had been taken before our eyes despite her and father’s best efforts to protect us: not even offering my body was enough to stop them from hurting Marble; I could still hear her crying whenever they raped and/or beaten her too badly.”

“No… no… no… no… NO; say it isn’t so, Limestone…!” the aforementioned observer had screeched, “don’t tell me that you’re in this state…!”

“I’m sorry, but I was too weak to stand up for myself…” the other figure on the opposite side wept tenderly.

As the image of the dirtied two had remained upon the colorful woman’s line of eyesight, the muscular counterpart turned to her side and replied softly, “it’s not even your fault at all, Marble; I should have been a little more stronger for your sake, or rather you should have been there alongside her…”

“So what could you have wanted me to do: offer my own body instead, bear their children, or even catch their diseases just like Applejack did after that meanie took her sister; will that be enough to appease you both?!” Pinkie wailed, looking downward, “the Pinkie you had grown to live with up til that day is gone and if hating me is all you can do to me, then please keep at it!”

“At least we can agree on one thing: despite being fucked up to think straight, even you have your moments of clarity; shame they weren’t strong enough to convince you not to leave the farm…” the spikey haired figure chuckled darkly.

A stream of tears fell onto the flooring again as the colorful woman sobbed, “I didn’t… I’m sorry…!”

“STUFF YOU SORRIES IN A SACK, YOU TWO–TIMING POLTROON…!” the muscular woman had now suddenly shouted within only seconds no less, “because of you not being around, we ended up losing everything when these bastards came to our doorstep: our clothes, our home, our virginity, even our health. I tried to keep my sister’s hopes alive even as that fucking bastard of a soldier who dared to put on a uniform had me turned out day in and day out from sunup to sundown. While we were left to own our devices since the night after they’ve performed anal, I heard Marble crying so hard she had tried to kill herself by bashing her head against Holder’s Boulder; ma had to keep her closer so it wouldn’t happen again. Since she couldn’t find the strength to face pa, she started looking after us at night: singing songs, telling stories, even giving up her food whenever we went hungry; in addition, she told us to pray and hope for the best. As we were left in the shithole of a rock farm that used to be our home sweet home, I’ve done all those things all the damn time as we looked around for something to free us from the nightmare we had been put through since the war broke out. Of course, it would seem that Providence had finally taken pity upon us but by then it was too late: pa lost his fucking arms, mom is nearly a cripple, and we had to carry our children with diseases that would make sepsis feel pleasant by comparison. Do you not know what was transpiring while you were away with those townfolk up north of us hosting your fucking parties; how could you dare do this to the lot of us?! Oh, I know why: because despite coming off as a virgin who likes to dress like a whore, you wanted to diddle yourself to the thought of us being raped and beaten like in every other sorry excuses of erotic horror; you’ve really acted like you couldn’t even get there in time…!”

“That’s not true; THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE…!” Pinkie had bawled loudly, crying out more profusely than before.

The spikey haired figure had growled, “it doesn’t even matter how hard you would’ve tried if at all; just keep that in mind that I found the time to remember all the memories I had spent without you around the farm. I’m surprised you had gotten so far enough that things aren’t the way they were before: you barely recognize me anymore, not that you knew any of us back then but I guess it all came back in the end; now, whatever they had meant to us will become like nothingness…! I’d have put my trust in you, pushed as far as you’d gone; despite all this, there’s one thing I would like to know: why…?”

“I don’t even know anymore…” the colorful woman had sniffled, not even paying attention to the fact that the twosome before her started to bleed themselves out all at once, “I wanted to go back and save you ‘cause that what families are supposed to do, no matter what… and yet I had ended up becoming a part of another family…”

“Then, go back to them; they’ll understand because as far as I care, I have two sisters now: Maud and Limestone…” the buxom figure finally joined in once again, this time with contempt, “don’t even dare cry for us, Pinkie; we are already dead…!”

It was at this point the two started to lose their shape before the eponymous visitor’s eyes all at once, snapping her out of her melancholy state. The integumentary system that had bore their unclothed forms now started to melt down onto the ligneous flooring right underneath themselves. Within seconds, the twosome had then went from being the same mold as the observer to an assortment of gelatinous waste and earth therein. The only things that had still remained intact in the process were their hair strands and eyes and even they couldn’t stay in place any much longer. As they were sinking down to Pinkie’s level and beyond, even the amorphous mass started spitting out full sets of teeth with some blood. Soon enough, the pool of blood reached the colorful woman’s clothes and skin but the shock of their decomposition still kept her firmly in place.

“I wish I were dead instead; even in death, I still can’t let go on them…” she'd cried as the tears now mixed with the sisters’ liquids all at once.

At long last, the puddle had sprouted tentacles that wrapped around Pinkie’s body, catching the mourner off–guard as she was being pulled down. The colorful woman had struggled to get away but to no avail, their blood already fused to her clothes and integumentary system without warning. Various bits of effort were instantaneously undermined as she’d looked around for something or someone to rescue her from the sudden predicament.

It didn’t even take long until Pinkie had heard a raspy gurgle all right nearby her very side hissing only briefly that her bombarded blue eyes widened, “rest in piss…!”

Sure enough, the colorful woman had finally sank into the area beneath her all alone, one with the puddle that once was their sisters not too long ago. Strands of hair that were flattened earlier had been the last to be dissolved in the mix; afterwards, the blood began to shrink in diameter rather quickly. Soon, it would become apparent that Pinkie was no more, out of sight, out of mind, and literally out of this world so to speak in all the criteria fulfilled.

Oddly enough, it was truly outrageous that the colorful woman who had just fallen from the void above to be pulled into another until she had finally disappeared completely without so much as a trace from any world she would have hailed from.