Simply to die for

As the group trudged deeper into the hell house, they all decided to take a break. Berry Punch pulled out a large flask of apple cider and started taking massive gulps from it. “Oh cider, even in this shitty nightmare of a house, you are always here to calm my heart and make me happy.” At that, she started gulping it down, not pausing for a breath till it was empty.

“Aww at least I have more.” Whipping out another flask, she started drinking again while the group looked at her in disgust.

“Ok Berry? I know that we’ve witnessed three murders today and have to survive in a hell house of horror but please, stop drinking. It’s bad for you.” Clover begged, not wanting to see another pony in pain, even if they’re inebriated.

“Look, we should get moving. Last time we stayed still psycho killed Amethyst and look how that turned out.” Clover motioned over to Turner, who had given up his leader role and taken to being the back, holding his deceased marefriend’s corpse on his back in a morbid display of affection. Sighing, they started to move again, Berry Punch swaying around while singing some drunken rendition.

The group froze as a cackle echoed off the walls. “I think it’s adorable you’re carrying her corpse Turner. They say chivalry is dead but you’re evidence it is very much alive!” another cackle echoed

“Oh and Berry, I do so love how you’re singing my song. Didn’t know you were a fan. But, unfortunately for you, Clover is right. Drinking is very bad for you. Too much of it can kill ya know.” At those words, a box rose from the ground, encapsulating Berry Punch and making sure no one can get to her.

“W-What’s going on?” She was far past sober by now, fright causing all influence to leave her body.

“Why am I in a box?” A table rose up and she was forced onto it, metallic straps holding her down as pipes came out the ground.

“Now, don’t be scared. I’m just using you to display the, well let’s just say terrors, of too much alcohol consumption” The pipes continued to rise and go to their allocated positions, one going far up her ass so it reached her stomach and the other doing deep down her throat. Muffled groans of pain came from Berry as she struggled in vain to break free as a liquid started to fill the pipes.

“Now, as you can all see, there are pumps under the floorboards attached to tanks full to the brim of apple cider. Just about, say, 80 litres of alcohol. Way above the limit that any mammal can handle within their body at one time. Let’s see what happens shall we?”

A loud hiss echoed as the pumps sped up to max and the cider started flowing in, Berry getting noticeably more inflated as it pumped, the mare herself unable to do anything except cry out in pain. “20, 30, 40, 50- OH MY GOD!” At the utterance of the number 50, to signify 50 litres had been pumped into the poor mare, she exploded. Cider and organs splattered the walls of the box as the remaining 30 litres trickled onto the table.

“Well would ya look at that. If ya drink more than 50 litres you explode. Well that was a fun experiment, see you fillies again soon~” the sing-song tone echoed as the box and other contraptions lowered to leave the very few remains of Berry Punch to sprawl onto the floor. Clover was the first to respond, racing over and crying over the remains.

“I-I Loved you Berry Punch. I was too afraid to mention it but now I realise it’s too late. I wish I was able to spend some time with you. I-I’M S-SO SORRY!”

He cried over her, refusing to move until the final tear was wept. “L-Let’s go. We still need to hunt her down and kill her. For Amethyst, For Berry and For carrot top's parents. We need to avenge them.” With that, the other shaken ponies nodded and hobbled onward. Even more scared than before.