My Little Scootaloo

     “Wh…where…” I heard the voice coming from my living room as I puttered about the kitchen, gathering various implements. “H…Hey you! Little one! Help me. Y-You’ll help me, right sweetheart?”

     “Daaaaddy, she’s awaaaaake!” Scoots called to me, ignoring the nurse’s pleas. She still called me Daddy, but it now held very different connotations. I came out of the kitchen to a delicious sight. The pretty nurse was trussed up, arms and legs bound, hanging from the ceiling fan. Her makeup was running down her forehead as panicked tears streamed from her eyes.

     “Please let me go! PLEASE! I won’t te…”

     WHAM! I kicked her in the head dazing her, but I was sure she was lucid enough to understand me when I said “You’re not going anywhere,” because she tried to scream. She couldn’t, however, because of the ball-gag little Scoots was fastening around her head. “Good girl,” I told the pony, patting her on the head. She nuzzled my hand an kissed it, smiling eagerly up at me.

     “What do we do now Daddy?”

     “Whatever we want, my sweet.”

     “C…can I try something?” She asked timidly.

     “Go for it!” I said with gusto.

     “I need…um…a knife! A sharp one!” She beamed. I handed her a scalpel from the tray of carefully selected surgical implements I had brought from the kitchen. She took it in her mouth. By now the nurse’s eyes were wide and her breathing heavy. A series of muffled sounds came from her gagged mouth. Scoots gave me one last look and I nodded reassuringly. She plunged the scalpel into the woman’s chin and began to cut around the edge of her face. What an ambitious little girl!

     “MMMMMMMPGH!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHG!!” Nurse Maggie was probably screeching as loud as any human being could, but the gag assured nobody would hear her. Scootaloo cut carefully, making sure to avoid the arteries. She needed a little help getting underneath the straps of the gag, but otherwise she did a lovely job removing the woman’s face. When she was done she put the floppy mask of flesh over her own face and laughed.

     “Look Daddy! Now I’m a human too!” She danced about the room wearing Nurse Maggie’s face, standing on her hind legs and trying to look as humanlike as possible. I couldn’t help but giggle as I shared in her sadistic joy, grabbing her forehooves and leading her in a demented waltz around our mutilated victim. Her lidless, bloodshot eyes followed us, her skinless face a visage of pure horror.

     All this was turning me on immensely, and I could see Scoots was dripping wet. I picked up my little pony lover and tossed her onto the couch. Without a word she spread her legs, inviting me in. We made love to the sound of muted screams.

     When I opened my eyes Scoots and I were snuggled up together, our bodies intertwined, remnants of our passionate reverie. I carefully disentangeled myself from her, taking special care not to bother her delicately splinted wings. When I’d extricated myself from her embrace I went down to the garage and grabbed a bucket. Nurse Maggie was still awake, those lidless eyes bulging and staring with terror. I slashed her throat, letting her ichor slowly drain into the bucket. I had no specific plans for it, but you never know when you’ll need a bucket full of blood! Her body spasmed and shook in a violent death rattle and then she was still. When she stopped moving I began carefully removing her epidermis…I had a present to make for my little Scootaloo.