“Ugh, guh oh god…my head”, Little Pip groaned as she slowly wavered in and out of consciousness. Her head was foggy, her vision distant and unfocused. “wha-wha happ-”, trying to focus, Pip could make out a faint voice or voices, two of them, one on either side of her. As her world began to come into focus she could start to make out what they were saying.
“Looks like she’s wakin up”, one said, “Shame, ah like it when there out cold. S’pain when they struggle”, the other grumbled.
“What’re you guys…” Little Pip struggled to make sense of what she was hearing, her head was still foggy and her body felt numb and tingly. She tried to move, to stand, when suddenly a bolt of lightning shot up her leg and straight to her brain. I white hot searing pain wracked her body.
“AHG FUCK! M-MY LEG!”, the sudden burst of sensation immediately dispelled the fog surrounding her mind and she looked down to see what was wrong. Her right knee was bruised and bloodied. Her blue grey coat turning a sickly purple with splotches of green. “What happened to my-” Little pip looked up, hoping to find out what was going on, what had happened to her, only for her voice to get caught in her throat. On either side of her, holding her firmly by the arms, were two raider stallions; caked in blood and wrapped in scraps of leather and bits of rusty metal.
Together they looked down at her with a predatory gaze.
“O-Oh god”, Little Pip stammered as she began to shake.
“Howdy lil’ cunt. Did y’have a good nap?” Sneered the one on her left.
“Lerd, here comes the screamin’…” sighed the one on the right, “Listen ‘ere meat sack, don’t struggle none er ahm gonna break yer other leg got it?”
The dispassionate way he so casually threatened her caused Little Pip to choke on her words and simply nod vigorously.
“You fuckin’ limp dick Masher! Yer so SOFT! I say we break it anyway, it’s the least we can do after she blew Chopper away back there!” The one on the left growled.
“Tiny you need me to teach ya’nother lesson ‘bout talking trash? I brake anymore a yer fingers and ya won’t be able t’shoot a gun…then what?” Masher said bluntly.
“Grrrr… f-fuck you man.” Tiny grumbled.
Without another word the two resumed walking, dragging Little Pip along by the arms like luggage towards a bombed out school house.
Meanwhile Little Pip’s mind was racing. She remembered it all now. She and Calamity had stopped by a settlement near the town of Springvale and taken a job to clear out some raiders that had set up shot in a school nearby. They had gone to stake the place out from a barn up on the ridge overlooking the town when they were ambushed by another group of raiders coming down from the overpass behind them. Last thing she remember was seeing a raider with a hockey mask and machete sneaking up behind Calamity. She’d managed to pull Lil’ Mac out just in time to blow his head to pieces before someone took her out at the knees… then it all went black.
Now she was being dragged along a dusty old street towards god knows what fate. Raiders don’t take prisoners. If they don’t kill you right away they’re just going to kill you later. Maybe torture you a little first just for fun. God forbid you’re unlucky enough to be a mare…Little Pip's stomach churned at the thought of what she was in store for her. She had to escape. It would be difficult with a bad knee but she’d gotten out of stickier situations before.
As they neared the school Little Pip got a better look at the dilapidated structure. The roof had caved in leaving only a small portion of the 3 floors in tack. Makeshift bridges and ramps had been laid out to allow access to otherwise inaccessible areas. As they neared a large hole in the wall Little Pip noticed a blind spot where they wouldn't be seen from anyone inside the school. Taking quick look at her captors she saw that only Tiny was carrying a gun, a 32. Cal pistol, while Masher had a sledge hammer on his back. This could work.
As they neared the entrance she made her move. Pushing off with her good leg she managed to pull her arm free of Tiny’s grasp and shove into Masher knock him off his balance and using a burst of her magic to shove him away.
“Hey, what the fuck!” Tiny shouted, reaching for his gun.
Little Pip was faster and, pulling the pistol form his waistband, she fired immediately. The bullet tore though Tiny's side and sent him reeling back, “GAH! FUCK AGH SHE SHOT ME!” Tiny cried.
Turning as fast as she could on one good leg, she hoped to at least get another round off before Masher could draw his hammer when all the air suddenly and violently exploded form her lungs. Little Pip lay flat on her back, gasping and sputtered as she clutched her chest trying to draw breath, Masher towering over her, sledge hammer in hand.
“Now why’d ya have to go and make me do that?” Masher asked matter of factly, “Probably broke a few ribs.”
“FUCK HER, HELP ME!” Tiny wailed as he clutched his side, “Fuckin’ little vault bitch shot me!”
“Yer gonna be fine”, Masher said stowing his hammer and helping Tiny to his feet. Little Pip looked on in horror as Tiny glared down at her through gnashing teeth. The bullet had only grazed his side, tearing up the skin but nothing else.
“Fucking stupid little BITCH!” Tiny shouted as he drove his boot into Little Pip’s ribs as she let out a silent scream of agony. Tiny bent down and grabbed her by the horn, “Ya’know we were gonna treat you real nice”, he hissed, “fuck you good and hard all night long but now…” , he chuckled, “Now I’m thinkin’ we do things a little differently”. Tiny tightened his grip and twisted. With a loud crack Little Pip's horn snapped off clean at the base. Her eyes widening in yet further agony as she continued to scream silently. Tiny shoved her face down into the dirt as he struggled to stand, “Hey Masher, you think chopper woulda liked t’take a swing at ‘er noggin if she hadn’t blown his clean off?”
Masher simply shrugged, “Yeah, probably”. Little Pip wheezed as she tried to speak but failed. Taking her up by the arms once again and Tiny and Masher dragging her inside. The place was like a butcher shop that specialized in ponies. Bodies hug from the walls and ceiling while others were impaled on pieces of rebar. The stench of death was so tangible it burned Little Pip’s nostrils and forced her to fight down her urge to vomit between horse gasps.
“So, finally got that fresh cunt back here in one piece huh assholes!” Called a stallion from the second floor, “send ‘er down to the basement. The boys are hungry!”
“Change of plans Flayer, this one needs to be processed!” Tiny Laughed as he and Masher dragged Little Pip up the stairs.
“What?! Why? The guys are hungry for some fresh meat!” Flayer asked joining Tiny and Masher as they rounded the staircase to the third floor.
“Too much life in this one, little bitch shot me, nearly spilled my guts!” Tiny barked.
“Well we got a cure for that”, Flayer smirked, “I’ll go let the boys know plans’ve changed.” With that he disappeared back down the stairs.
As the trio rounded the last flight of stairs Little Pip got a good long look at the hanging bodies. One of them was still moving, twitching occasionally, as it slowly swung back and forth. “Oh god…” Little Pip wined as the realization washed over her, “C-Calamity…” His chestnut brown coat was mottled black and blue and his back was drenched in red. His wings severed at the base.
"Heh, always fun watch Pegasus hang. The look on their faces when we take their wings! So fucking funny!" Tiny cackled.
As they reached the top Little Pip looked around frantically for some means of escape. There was barely anything left of the third floor, a small area around the top of the stairs was all that remained. The only item of note was stack of cinder blocks and a length of rope threaded though the openings in the bottom. The block on top was covered in dried blood and filled with in deep cuts and notches. Laying on the ground in front of it was a machete with the name Chopper, crudely scratched into it. Little Pip felt all the color drain from her face, “N-No. No No No…”
“Lerd, here comes the screamin’…” Masher sighed as they dragged her closer.
“No No No No No No No No No!” Little Pip began to cry frantically.
“Yeah that’s the good stuff”, Tiny sneered.
“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO!”, Little Pip screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Upsadaisy!” Tiny laughed as he and Masher pulled Little Pip up onto to her knees and forced her neck down on the block, tying her hands to the base to keeping her from struggling.
“NO NO NO PLEASE NO PLEASE I-I WONT TRY ANYTHING FUNNY AGAIN I PROMISE!” Little Pip begged between sobbing. “I’LL DO ANYTHING!” She cried, tugging at the ropes around her wrists.
Tiny smiled a toothy grin as he plucked the rusty blade up off the floor. “Too late for that.” He whispered. “This one’s for you, Chopper ol’ buddy”, he cackled as he held the blade with both hands and raised it over his head, “Bye bye bitch!”
“NOPLEASENODON’TPLEASEPLEASE!” Little Pip screamed as she eyes shut.
THWACK!
Little Pip blinked. Once then twice. She tried to stand up but she couldn’t move her arms and legs. She couldn’t feel her arms and legs. She couldn’t feel anything. Slowly a dull burning sensation began to well up from the base of her neck. Her head began to throb as the pain grew and grew. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It grew and grew until it overwhelmed all her senses. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. She tried to swallow but her jaw went slack. She tried to breath but couldn’t.
“Oh god, I can’t breathe! I-I can’t move! Someone help me! It hurts, everything hurts! I can’t move! Please it hurts so much make it stop!” Little Pip screamed in her head. Gradually the burning pain gave way to pins and needles and cold numbness.
“I can’t…please…make it…” Little Pip blinked once then twice. Her head was foggy, her vision distant and unfocused. Above her she could see something. She tried to focus on it. As the edges of her vision darkened the center came into focus.
“What is…what is that?” Little Pip’s eyes widened as she stared at the bleeding stump of her own neck. Muscles twitching, throat gaping and veins spurting out hot blood as her body spasmed, jerking back and forth. The occasional errant drop of blood landing on her face.
“T-Tiny… what are you… doing… to my…. body…” The last conscious thought that pasted though Little Pips mind was the realization that Tiny was fucking her dead body.
Tiny huffed as he pulled his softening member from Little Pip’s twitching folds, whipping a mix of his own seed and Little Pip’s juices off on her thigh. Flipping her over he tore through her shirt and grabbed a handful of her breasts, roughly kneading them as he humped against her limp body. “Mmm y’sure you don’t want any before the boys have her?”
Masher shook his head, “Nah, rather have ‘em alive or not at all.”
“Ah whatever, I’m done. Go hang ‘er up downstairs n’let the boys have a go! I’m gonna get a Stimpack”, Tiny sighed clutching his side “I think I’m ‘bout t’pass out.”
Masher rose without a word and grabbed Little Pip’s corpse by the hips, throwing her body over his shoulder. “Ya’know, this‘s a lot easier than draggin’ ya around…” he mumbled, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he picked her head up and headed off down the stairs.
