All My Friends are Heathens

Eleanor's POV.
What a wonderful week this week is gonna be. It was my turn was to play with our newest victim. I was in the basement, looking everything over, as I waited for my victim to wake up.

Today's victim was a Pegasus stallion named, Spectrum. His fur coat was a pale lavender color. Grey spiky mane and tail and emerald green eyes. His Cutie Mark was a rainbow of three colors.

I participated flight school with this stallion, until I was kicked out for being a Bat Pony.

It was nearly twenty minutes before the stallion regained consciousness. Spectrum opened his emerald eyes and gasped lightly, looking confused.

"Where am I?" he asked weakly, then looked at me, "Who are you?"

"What's the matter, Spectrum?" I asked, calmly with a small smile, "Don't remember me?"

Spectrum stared at me, I opened my wings to give him a clue.

"I... I went to flight school with you..." He answered, "They kicked you out because you were a Thestral..."

"I'm not a Thestral." I answered back, then thought back, "Well, I guess I am now."

Spectrum began to feel scared, and chose to not respond. My smile disappeared and I turned away from him, my black hooves clacking as they came in contact with the concrete floor.

"Maybe I can make you remember..." I started. I turned to Spectrum and quoted in a raspy child voice, "'Look at the Thestral'. 'Shouldn't you be collecting souls?' 'You deserve to be damned'!"

Spectrum's eyes widen in shock and his pupils shrunk, "E-Ellie!" He faked a smile, "Uh... It's... Nice to see you again..." Then he asked me, trying to flap his wings, "Could you get me out of here?"

I shook my head, walking over to the tray of knives, grabbed a scalpel and held it up to inspect it, "I'm afraid I can't do that." I turned to him, "You're no different from my sister. Always judging. Always casting down on those who don't deserve it. Ditzy, Apple Bloom, me, Dinky."

After a good inspection, I decided it was time to start. I walked toward Spectrum with the scalpel in my right hand, "Those Ponies need somepony to avenge them. And that Pony shall be a Thestral."

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

I thought for a second, then shook my head, "Nah."

I adjusted my glasses and placed my hand over his right Cutie Mark. I felt his body shiver under my touch. At the corner of my eye, I noticed something poking from his sheath. I traced the scalpel over my hand and peeled the hide away from the muscle. I repeated the same thing over the left Cutie Mark and set both Marks on the nearby table.

I gave a small smile, "Now, look, Spectrum. Karma works in mysterious ways." Then I noticed from his sheath was a dark purple pole poking from his home, "Spectrum, are you going to introduce me to your little friend?"

"Ellie, please, 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 put my hands over my hips, "Weren't you listening to me? I told you that I can't let you go." I walk closer to him, "This isn't just for me and Ditzy. It's for all the Ponies that have been treated wrong because of being different." I pressed the scalpel to his cheek, "And now, you're gonna make delicious muffins and cupcakes for everypony to enjoy."

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

"Of course!" I smiled, as I set the scalpel on the metal side table. Next, I took hold of Pinkie Pie's favorite hacksaw and waved it in the air, testing its sharpness. It sang through the air.

I looked at the Pegasus stallion, "Thanks to you, I never learned how to fly." I raised my brow, "Are you a good flyer, Spectrum?"

"Y-y-yes..." He answered in a stutter.

I grabbed Spectrum's left wings and started sawing through it violently, splattering blood all over my face and Spectrum's cheek. He screamed in a high-pitched voice, struggling with the pain and clenching his teeth.

"Aw, you sound like a little filly!" I giggled, when I sawed the wing completely off. Then I rubbed my chin in thought, "I wonder what I'll do with your wings. I have my own. Ditzy has a pair already. But maybe Apple Bloom will want them."

I put the wing on a table, moved to his right wing and sawed it off as well. Then she set both wings aside and smiled at Spectrum. "Pride is a bad sin, Spectrum!"

"E-Eleanor..." Spectrum gasped, his face soaked in tears.

"Keep talking, my friend. Talking or singing reduces pain by at least 30 percent." I replied, examining the table of implements, debating on what to do next.

I glanced at the lavender stallion. Spectrum let out a soft, defeated wail, hanging his head. He was fading. I need to keep him awake. I noticed the hot coals Pinkie had set up, and then nodded with delight. Perfect. I took a long, thin, metal rod and set it in the coals to heat up.

I wandered around the basement, looking for something to protect myself from getting burnt. I didn't notice Spectrum lifting his head, watching me. As if luck was on my side, I was able to find some cloth and tied them around my hands. I returned to the table and grabbed 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, she shoved the metal things on either side of his mouth, forcing it to stay open. I grabbed a pair of plyers in one hand and finally retrieved the rod from the hot coals.

Spectrum started whimpering as I grabbed his tongue tightly with the plyers, 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 let out a maniacal laugh of enjoyment, pressing the rod against his tongue as firmly as I could. When I felt it cool down, I threw the rod away and jerked the plyers hard. There was another blood curdling scream from Spectrum as his entire tongue was ripped out. He sobbed, blood flowing from his open mouth.

"Aw... Do you want to close your mouth, Spectrum?" 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 with a tilt of my head, think that I'm starting to feel sorry for the guy. Maybe he's suffered enough. Maybe I should let him go. Spectrum met my eyes, spitting out blood.

Nah!

I walked over to the pot of hot coals, leaned to all-fours and bucked the pot at Spectrum. He screamed as each rock collided with his body, leaving scorches of black and burned marks in his fur and skin.

I clapped my hands in enjoyment, "What lovely fireworks!"

Spectrum's puffy eyes started to close very slowly. He was beginning to fade again.

I gasped in worry, "Oh no!" I quickly grabbed a syringe filled with adreneline and injected it into Spectrum. His eyes burst open, and he gasped, coughing as he inhaled a lot of blood. I smiled in relief, "There we go! You don't wanna miss the party!"

I skipped to the little table, scanning it over and trying to decide what to use. I frowned at the tools. I was feeling really creative today. I looked around the room, brow furrowed, and ears pulled back. Then I remembered something Pinkie told me and fluttered over to a large tool box that Pinkie Pie kept in the basement. I started going through drawers to find something new.

Suddenly, I gave a girly scream, like a young filly getting the present she always wanted, picking up a spool with some shiny silver thread on it and walked over to the adrenaline-pumped stallion.

"Check it out, Spectrum!" I spoke to him, setting the spool on her table. "I just had a great idea!" I giggled and started unraveling the spool.

I noticed Spectrum watch in fear as the thread sparkled in the dim light. His eyes widen in horror. That's right. The silver thread wasn't an ordinary thread. It was twine.

I started humming Pinkie's 'Smile' song, 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 I pulled back into her working area.

I began tying all four sections of twine to the yoke, but suddenly let out a quick and quiet, "Ow!"

I accidentally sliced the skin above the index finger of my left hand. I inspected the wound, and saw that it was bleeding much more than a cut that size normally would've. I licked it clean and smiled in delight.

I could understand why my number came up. Due to eating a lot of sweets, my blood tasted sweet. Almost like strawberry jam. It was really tasty. I love strawberry jam.

I looked at Spectrum, "These string is quite sharp!" I smiled, "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, and tried to evade my advances. It was no use, however, he was tied up. Soon the twine was tied to his upper arms and both his thighs.

At last, I slid the yoke under my ruby choker, around my neck and started slowly walking toward the stairs to the main floor, away from Spectrum. I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing he was wincing and struggling. I gave a small smile and a sharp tug. There was a shriek of pain from the stallion, which made my smile widen.

Spectrum's POV.
Eleanor smiled widely at me. It was a disturbing smile, one that I had never seen on a pony. It was wide, her teeth were clenched tightly together, fangs showing, and her pupils seemed to constrict despite the low lighting. I was paralysed in fear. I was staring at a true Pony of death and madness.

With a piercing scream of a laugh, Eleanor started running as fast as she could, the twine being pulled taut as a result. I wailed as loud as I could, as the twine began to cut into my skin, blood seeping out at a surprisingly fast rate. I yelled in pain, just wishing it'd be over. At this point, I didn't care if someone helped me or not, I just wanted it to end.

Eleanor lifted herself into the air with her wings, flying fast and tugging the twine even harder than before. My screams became hoarse as my throat burned in pain. The agony on my limbs increased as the twine started cutting into the bone. My throat burned and I threw up into my chest. It was mostly blood and bile. I closed my eyes tight, panting and writhing as I heard cracking sounds...

Eleanor's POV.
Finally, with one last powerful burst of speed, Spectrum's limbs broke off, and I ran headlong into the wall. I fell back onto the cold floor and lay there for a moment, trying to regain my composure. After a minute, I recovered. Getting back to my hooves, I saw the arms and legs of the stallion lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.

I smiled in glee, cleaning the twine and yoke, until I noticed Spectrum was about to give up. The adrenaline must be wearing off. I didn't want to waste anything, so there was only one thing I could do.

I used my wings to lift myself to his level, then I pressed my muzzle against his. Spectrum's eyes shot open and I felt him gasp in my breath.

I pried away and waved my finger at him, "Not yet, Spectrum." I looked at his lower torso and smiled, "We still need to give your friend a proper goodbye."

With that, I removed my pants and moved my underpants to reveal my winking vulva. Spectrum's eyes widened, as his cock sprung out of his shelter and throbbed, ready to blow.

I pressed my lips against Spectrum's and rubbed my vulva against his member. With a violent thrust, Spectrum jabbed his member into my walls. I gasped, as I felt a jolt of pain followed by a wave of pleasure and ecstasy. He closed his eyes tightly and resumed thrusting into me. My wings began to open and stiffen, my hands moved on their own as they traveled against my body, until I bounced in rhythm of his thrusts.

After a few minutes of rough thrusting and bouncing in rhythm, Spectrum couldn't hold back. He released 10 powerful gushes of hot semen into my womb. I pried myself away from Spectrum and his cock retreated back into its sheath.

I put my pants back on and walked over to the table with syringe full of the numbing agent, and grabbed the syringe. I injected the liquid into Spectrum's chest and grabbed the scalpel. With careful calculating, I made the correct incisions in his abdomen. I opened Spectrum's stomach and began digging into the organs, humming a tune, putting each one into the bucket next to me.

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 told the dead stallion before me, "Thank you for muffins and cupcakes!"

With that, I carried the bloody bucket up to the kitchen where Pinkie Pie and Ditzy were waiting. While Ditzy 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, "I wanted to make it extra special for him cause he was Ditzy's bestest friend at school, as well as the only Pony that was last to make fun of me. I owed him a favor..."

A Cheshire grin grew on my face. A disturbingly creepy grin played Ditzy's face, and Pinkie Pie returned it with a terrifying smile of her own. The two ponies laughed as they made the muffins, celebrating Derpy's job well done.

I rubbed my stomach, where my womb was still full from the semen. That was some great sex. I can't wait to do that again.