It was Rarity's birthday

It was Rarity’s birthday

CH. 1

The beginning

WARNIN: In writing this I began to gross myself out, if you do not have the stomach for intense grimdark, violence and brutality, then you may want to leave right now.

Fluttershy raised her head from the muck, she felt cold and numb, and her mind was still racing from what had happened... Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness… The trees looked like long black cracks in the grey atmosphere.

She cautiously stood up, her panic filled eyes darting from side to side. Every second of consciousness was sheer pain, her legs hurt, they felt stiff as plywood when she tried to move them, her neck felt like it was hanging on by a thread, and her mane was gone, the cut made from pinkie’s clumsiness still hurt.

Her eyes stung, with each blink, the glass must still be stuck, her hind legs felt like they were going to snap any second now, and her spine felt like it was broken, plus her trembling was causing her bones even more pain.

Her anus and vagina felt terrible now. They were probably infected though she couldn’t see it, she could tell it was scabbed and terribly inflamed. Her mouth was dry but she didn’t dare try to do anything besides stand up and see if she was still alone.

She tried to move slowly, keep the pain at bay and remain as concealed as possible, but everything hurt so badly! Even her heartbeat seemed to be rebelling and trying to hurt her too.

She stood in the muck, her body felt sticky and her mouth felt dry. Her tongue felt gross, and her cheek felt swollen…

She only stood for there in the muck for five minutes, no movement, no thoughts, and no hope. It took five minutes before a thought broke into her mind, and she began to reacquaint herself…

She moved her jaw to the side and wiggled her tongue, but nearly threw up as she felt what the swollen cheek and lumps on her tongue were doing. Two fat larvae burrowed in deeper under her tongue, she felt its head and little appendages dig into her and the other fat grub moving around her teeth, the pustule began to come to life.

Instinct took over again, and she bit down hard on the worm crawling around her teeth, and with a squeegeeing sound she felt its guts spray onto the walls of her mouth, her tongue, and down into the back of her throat.

Normally such a feeling would’ve caused one of two things, loss of consciousness or make her scream, but now it was just making her mad. She moved her tongue, the fat larva wouldn’t budge, and she felt a stinging as it burrowed deeper, she could feel its fat little body moving into a hole that it had been digging in the soft flesh below her tongue.

She shook her head, infuriated by the creature now nestling in her mouth, it wasn’t a second later that her body began to pick up the motion, and she was in a full-fledged frenzy trying to get the fat little insect…

Growling, she stopped… Regaining her composure, hoping that if she held still it would relax and crawl out so she could kill it. The juice from its counterpart tasted bitter and because of the movement in her mouth her salivary glands were reacting and the moist spit was spreading its taste around her mouth…

She knew it wouldn’t be long now, the insect would creep out to sooner or later and she could kill it!

She almost felt a moment of satisfaction at her genius plan, before she realized that her vagina was wriggling… She bent her head down, looking between her legs, maggots were pouring from her, dripping like wet oatmeal onto the ground below… She didn’t scream though.

She had faced so much by now, that her sorrow and pain had boiled away, she had suffered so much that heartbreak and fear were completely erased from her system… Now it was anger…

She clenched her insides and stared at the creatures plopping out of her reproductive organs and into the leaves, and mud… Then with another clenching, shit began to pour from her, and the maggots were pouring out with it!

She began pissing, and some more maggots came out in the stream… She stared at them, hating them all the more, hating how they were, the way they benefitted and got their life from her death. She watched her stream of urine mix in with the intestinal scrape that now poured from her anus…

It was like watching her liquefied insides pour from her body.

It was a stream now, pouring from her orifices, no chunks of whatever was inside of her privates or anything, just a stream of sickness… She could smell the blood and it made her angrier… She could feel the bubble in her cheek throbbing and with whatever had burrowed into her, and without even thinking, she bit down on her fleshy cheek.

It hurt for a second when her teeth got their grip. Then it ignited into a fire of pain in her cheek as it exploded with bitter pus as the maggots burst too. She felt the thick pus and infection pouring out with the blood. As gross as it felt, Fluttershy actually began to enjoy the satisfaction of ending their little lives; she turned around looking at the pile behind her.

The maggots and larva squirmed around, burrowing into her excrement; others were writhing around on the surface, or squirming around on top of the leaves. She began stomping in the pile of disgust. Each angry hoof would send a splash all over; the worms were either being crushed with a little popping sound or splashing through the air from Fluttershy’s blind fury…

Pus and blood were drizzling from her mouth suspended in air for a moment they would spiral, twist or fly through the black atmosphere in little droplets before landing on the ground with each of the pony’s furious stomps.

It wasn’t long until she realized that under her Jaw she could feel something. The fat worm had crept down the hole he had made and was now poking his head out from underneath her mouth; her constant head movement had caused it to fall out even more. Before it could even think of crawling back inside she swiped it away with her hoof and it fell to the muck.

Fluttershy raised her hoof, ready to crush it into oblivion… But stopped, she looked through the trees, it was dark now, but she could barely see the lights of ponyville in the distance. Her eyes intensified in anger…

Fluttershy crept through the woods, her eyes stared dead ahead, her countenance had taken on a new and terrifying demeanor dark shadows where her eyes should be, no hair, her hooves and half of her body covered in black.

She only walked on silently, walking, her head bowed, but her eyes staring straight ahead… She walked on until she arrived in the clearing where her home was… There were lights inside…

She walked up to her house, and stopped just before the light from the window had a chance to illuminate her… She blinked a couple times, and tilted her head; then she turned and walked to the back door… Just before opening the door she looked to the ground, and saw a flathead shovel… She tucked it under one of her wings, and walked inside.

Being inside of a house all of a sudden was a surprise, the sudden light and warmth all around her made her recoil for a second but she continued on… She silently crept into her kitchen, and stopped with a pang of shock when she saw who was waiting at the table.

Turned away from her anxiously stirring a cup of cocoa was Rainbow Dash… she was staring at the front door from her seat in the dining room… Fluttershy smiled… This smile was not Fluttershy… Not anymore, her face contorted and her smile seemed to extend so wide it was like it was ripping her face. Her teeth were bloody, and despite her fearsome set of chompers and her even more disturbing smile, her eyes seemed to remain the same.

Dash sighed and put down the spoon, resting her head on her hooves, and staring at the door… Fluttershy slowly crept forward… her smile faded into a scary looking little grin on the side of her face, as she stared wide-eyed at Rainbow Dash.
Dash sat stirring her cocoa, it wasn’t hot anymore, and after what she had done, she couldn’t stomach the thought of drinking any of it… Fluttershy was closer now, halfway there …

Dash stared at the door before turning to the spot where Fluttershy would sit whenever she had guests, she had set out some cocoa for her, and Rainbow Dash put her hooves on her forehead and shook her head…

Fluttershy’s eyes intensified as she began to think about what Dash had done to her… Her mind flashed, and her eyes intensified, she was standing right behind dash now… She gripped the shovel in her fore hooves, careful to not let it touch the ground or make any noise to compromise.

Dash straightened herself up in her chair, and said to herself… “It was Rarity’s birthday, wasn’t it?”
Fluttershy stopped for a moment, she was on her back legs, the shovel in her hooves, staring at Dash... Fluttershy felt a moment of pity and sorrow for her friend... But like I said, it was just a moment of pity.

The corner of the flathead tore a bloody laceration, which sprayed blood all over the room, from just above Dash’s shoulders, down and lodged deeply in-between her wings, stuck deep her victim’s lower back.

Dash had completely straightened from the shock and pain…

One could easily see where the shovel’s flat corner had carved a bloody trench into the spinal column, the wound ended just between dash’s wings, the spine had been split, and the shovel was stuck deep into her vertebrae and guts, making for a lovely gruesome mess.

The cut itself seemed to be spewing blood, sending out large bursts of thick red life juice all over the handle of the shovel, the floor and Fluttershy.

Fluttershy watched the veins in Dash’s spine twitch and pull; her gaze hadn’t turned from the gory mess before her; the split open spine and all of the blood bursting from dash’s body. Coordinating her hooves with ruthless efficiency she turned the shovel, the destroyed spine widened with a crackling snapping sound.

Fluttershy whispered, just loud enough for dash to hear.

“Yeah, it was Rarity’s birthday, wasn’t it?” Dash hacked up a burst of blood as Fluttershy twisted the shovel, harder this time, the wound exploded in a burst of blood and bone.

It sounded like dry wood being cracked and ten water balloons exploding on gravel at the same time. The shovel landed on the ground with a clatter.

Dash was still sitting in her chair, but she was stiff as a pole now. Her once rapid breathing now just shallow and meager intakes of air over a very spread out amount of time, she stuttered out a few words.

It took all of her strength and she coughed because of the blood pooling up in the back of her throat now… “F…Flutter… S-sh-sh-shy…”

Dash lurched hard and fell from her chair onto the bloody floor with a splash. She twitched and then stopped moving altogether. Fluttershy was covered in blood now, her face was drenched, and the floor was soaked. She didn’t mind, she only looked at Dash, unfeeling about what had just happened.

She dragged her first victim into her shed, tying her up she turned to the half-dead Pegasus pony behind her and whispered:

“Yeah, it was Rarity’s birthday, wasn’t it?”

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That night, was Rarity’s party, everypony had been invited and things were well underway that night
Pinkie was manning the snacks getting all the ponies revved up for an evening of pure fun, rarity walked through the crowd, feeling very important indeed…

Spike was not too far behind, acting as a bodyguard, and also feeling very important. All ponies were enjoying themselves so far, even the farm-ponies who had decided to attend.

Applejack had some ponies bobbing for apples, and watching a stallion dunk his head into a bucket and squirm around just trying to get an apple… It was priceless, the sight of a ‘hoity toity’ stallion clumsily flailing around in a bucket of water was an entertaining sight to Applejack, but more so to Big Macintosh, in fact it was the only reason he had even been talked into coming along, sort of a secret self-indulgement.

Rarity made her way over to the table where Pinkie Pie had finished lining out the treats and decadent delights… As Rarity examined the table lined up with pastries, cake, colorful sparkles, and other delights, she smiled, “Pinkie, I do think you may have out done yourself, this is simply marvelous!”

Giggling Pinkie Pie jumped up in the air with a cheer and responded, trying hard to restrain her excitement “Thank you! I’m always happy to help when there’s a party to be had!”

Rarity, despite being so completely self-absorbed right now by the magnitude of her party and the importance of her special day, picked up on Pinkie’s enthusiasm and poorly-disguised excitement for some unknown surprise…

Rather than ask directly (She knew it was useless, Pinkie couldn’t disguise her excitement if her life depended on it, but she would never let the cat out of the bag) Rarity merely smiled, and with a batting of her eyelashes, examined the table…

If it was food-related as she suspected, then it might not be on the table yet…

Cakes, cupcakes, candy, doughnuts, and some pie… It was like she was eating everything she looked at, so frosted and sugar-coated they were.

Pudding, more cakes, a giant birthday cake, a bowl of sugar… Rarity had reached the end of the table, followed by an overstimulated and bubbling pinkie pie.

By the time Rarity had finished looking at the sweets, (And bodyguard Spike had finished sampling one of each) she felt as if she was going to collapse into a sugar coma. If the treats were half as sweet as they looked then in order to survive the over-sweetened snacks she may need a glass of—

“Oh… So that’s your game is it Pinkie…?”

Rarity turned to Pinkie Pie and in her most cunning ‘I-can-get-you-to-spill-the-beans’ voice she spoke “As I said previously Pinkie, if you will recall-"

“Yup!”

“This is by far the most delicious assortment of baked goods and sweets my eyes have ever beheld.”

“Yup! Yup!”

“You arranged them so they look simply fabulous, ‘good enough to eat’ one might say” Rarity spoke and levitated a pink and red cupcake.

“Yup! Yup!” Pinkie pie nodded her head “I did Purdy good!”

“I do believe I must, I must taste to see if their lovely arrangement, matches their taste!” Rarity took a delicate and well-mannered bite.

The cupcake tasted sweet, the cake was a flavorful and delicious tart strawberry flavored delight, fluffy and moist enough that it would add to the taste, but not so much that it would stick to one’s mouth, riddled with chunks of the magnificent red fruit, some small chunks of dark green, and the frosting was a creamy rich vanilla taste.

It almost reminded rarity of eating strawberries and cream… This was bliss… Rarity was in heaven right now.

“I see you like em! I made em myself I call em… Well I don’t know yet! But Mary would certainly approve!”

Meanwhile, Rarity’s frame of mind had been taken off of her plan to set pinkie to reveal her surprise drink and she only looked at the cupcake like it was her lover or something…

“Really… Thank you for your help Pinkie Pie, do enjoy the party” with that, Rarity and her cupcake strode off to the dance floor. Pinkie pie only giggled, but was swiftly brought back by Spike tugging on her tail. “Hey there Spike!”

“Hiya Pinkie! Great snacks, I don’t know how you do it, but they are the best things I’ve ever eaten!”

“Hee! hee! They are good aren’t they! I love making snacks; it’s like making little smiles!” Pinkie Pie said grabbing a banana from a bowl nearby and holding it up to her mouth so it looked like a big yellow smile. She and Spike laughed and Pinkie broke into a display of overstimulated prancing in place.

“They’re really good but Y’know I could use something to drink…” Spike patted his belly, “This security stuff is hard work and I could sure go for something refreshing…”

Pinkie Pie leaned down, “Hey Spike! I got something really special for ya!”

Spike was curious now, but before he could even respond, Pinkie disappeared and reappeared… She had a small red wagon behind her

Spike tilted his head, “How are you even that fast Pinkie Pie-” Pinkie rushed up to spike covering his mouth with a hoof.
And she whispered “This is gonna make Rarity’s party one to remember!”

Darting back to the wagon spike realized there were two large barrels inside of it… On the side of the barrels it read: XXX
“What is it?”

Pinkie quickly stuffed a hose atop one of the huge barrels and then shoved the nozzle into Spike’s unsuspecting mouth. With a smile on her face she pressed the button and Spike felt rushing liquid in his mouth.

“Party fuel…” Pinkie replied jovially, she held the button down and kept the nozzle in Spike’s mouth, with a little prance of joy pinkie began to regale Spike with the tale of how she found the barrels marked XXX

“You see a few weeks back, I was out in the woods, I don’t even really know or remember why, but I was out there picking strawberries and I happened upon a crashed out wagon, the stallion inside of it now his ears were bleeding but I’m sure he was just fast asleep… His name was Moonshine or something like that, but anyway I gotta tell you he must’ve been really tired or something, because he would not wake up! He wasn’t even breathing or anything, but anyway I found a cup of this stuff and drank it, it was really cool the whole world looked like a Pon-3 music video…”

Meanwhile, in Rarity’s room she was enjoying the cupcake a little more than she should; each bite was quite literally an orgasm. “I have no idea how she makes these so good.” She spun around “It is certainly a pleasure to have you here with me tonight Mr. uh… What did Pinkie say these things were called again?”

Rarity stood puzzled for a minute, thinking about that name Pinkie had given the cupcakes… “Oh well, but names don’t matter anyway, you should know that I have found you delicious for a long time now” she whispered seductively to the cupcake running her tongue along the swirl of the frosting.

And now returning to Pinkie Pie… “But anyway, they had a friend too, his name was really hard to say so I just called him: ‘Mary Jew Wanna!’ he was probably having a hold your breath contest with that plant or something because he wasn’t breathing at all, and he had a weird shaped potted plant with him, I had a hold your breath contest with a plant once, too, it’s not a good idea don’t ever try it Spike, that plant, I just know it cheated using its photosynthesis or whatever, but anyway, he was really serious about it, he was waving his hooves around when I asked if he needed help, but anyway, he fell asleep too, I almost felt offended when I realized that they had all fallen asleep, and I asked him if he needed help!. I’m a payin’ customer after all!!! So I decided to help myself to some free samples. This stuff is really good, and I found out it makes you have more fun at parties, I can totally get crazier, if one little cup did this to me imagine what a whole barrel will do to this party!?”

Pinkie turned to Spike for the first time since over four paragraphs, she stopped, and stared at the little dragon, he looked like a tick about to pop. She hadn’t let go of the button and much to her chagrin he had drained almost the entire barrel. “Spike! I know it is really good stuff but you gotta not be such a little piggy-dragon okey dokey lokie?”

Spike could barely stand, “Whoa… You’re totally right Pinkie, this stuff is amazing…” in Spike’s disgruntled little eyes, the world had shifted ninety degrees and everything was a psychedelic blur. His brain was a jumble too.

Pinkie Pie had produced another two barrels and was getting a long drink from the hose when Applejack approached the table. “Say Pinkie, what is that stuff there?” Pinkie belched loudly, “Its good you gotta try some!”

Applejack took a sniff, and then recoiled, “Nah smells too strange, I know that mah uncle used to smell a lot like that… He an I didn’t never get along too well…”

Pinkie Pie tilted her head and began chugging all the liquid that was coming from the nozzle, and in a hopelessly drunken western stupor of an accent “Ok, but it’s all we got ta drink in these parts…” pausing for a moment, her thought processes were significantly slower and she was obviously coming up with something to add…

“Uh… Missy!” with that Applejack returned to her post and Pinkie Pie laughed.

Big Macintosh had come up to the table, the progressively more intoxicated Pinkie looked at him and winking and eye leaning on the table she said in her best western accent… “Say there big boy… Yew wanna have you somethin’ to drink” belching loudly again.

Big Mac could see the keg, and shrugging responded with a somber: “Eeyup.”

Rarity was up in her room she was enjoying the cupcake quite a bit now… She had gone so far as to take of her party dress and was running the smooth soft and fluffy frosting up and down her neck. “Oooh…. Yeah…” she whispered…

It didn’t take but a few moments and Big Macintosh was as drunk as Pinkie and they were talking up a storm. Laughing Pinkie Pie blurted out one detail that would explain Rarity’s sudden affection for baked goods and their soft fluffy frosting “You remember Mary-J. Wanna?”

Big Mac jabbered out an “Eeyup” as Pinkie continued speaking
“Well I tasted that plant he was havin that starin’ contest with and I thought it was so good! I PUT IT IN A STRAWBERRY CUPCAKE THAT RARITY ATE!!! That stuff makes me feel really hot y’know that?”

A few ponies saw the two stumbling liver-failures behind the table and walked up as if to investigate what was happening… Pinkie caught sight of them, “Hey, you guys gotta have this! Let’s get this party started!!!”

Big Macintosh stood for a moment, “Eeyup!” and with that famous last word his head flopped into a cake with a splat, spraying frosting all around,

Some got on Twilight… “Oh, no… Pinkie does this frosting stain in any way shape or form?”
Pinkie Pie seeped over the food table, enamored by how the frosting looked on Twilight Sparkle, “Hey, don’t worry there sexy, I’ll help you out!”

Twilight smiled, and commented, “What a good friend you are to- Wait what did you call me!?”

Her realization came too late for pinkie lunged forward and put her mouth on twilight’s neck and began sucking and licking away furiously and she was beginning to slip part of Twilight’s dress off.

In a panic, Twilight pushed her off and scurried away laughing nervously, for all ponies nearby could see what happened “oh, no thank you Pinkie Pie you are a great friend for being so helpful but I need to find Spike, it’s time for tea!” she scampered off into the crowd…

“Spike? SPIKE!?” Twilight called out, but the young dragon was nowhere to be found, next to that, she was worried, what had come over her friend, if it was a prank, it was not funny in the slightest! Besides, Spike didn’t even like tea!

And now, we leave the chaotic spiral into madness to visit with a certain pony at the center of this depraved story. Back to Fluttershy, Fluttershy was happy to be going to Rarity’s birthday party that night, but she was also, a little wary. First off, she had overheard Pinkie’s plans for the party, and to be frank, she was worried, second off, it was Rarity, and would her present be good enough for a pony of that standard?

The last thing she was feeling some concern over… Everypony was invited, everypony would probably be there, and Fluttershy felt awkward enough when she was alone, it almost made her turn around and leave for home at the thought of every single pony in one place…

Stopping momentarily in the street she looked at her present, it was cutlery that she had, with the assistance of her forest friends, carved from the finest wood she could find, she tied flowers around it in an effort to make it as nice and fancy as possible… And she felt embarrassed to have done so…

“Rarity probably has tons of nicer things… I guess it’s the thought that counts right?”

Fluttershy smiled sheepishly and walked on…

Her thoughts were going like mad as she walked. Her mind conjured up ‘what-if’ situations almost endlessly, but she would quickly rationalize it and continue on her walk.

She had been walking for what seemed like forever now.

“Why aren’t there any ponies in the streets?”

She looked around and for a moment, wondering if Pinkie had gathered them up and was conspiring something very… “Pinkie” in nature, and contemplated returning home…

But she quickly shrugged it off, “I’m late anyways, everypony is probably there already…”

With all of her worrisome thoughts she had ventured to the party very slowly, stopping every now and then, and turning back for a moment only to resume her walk at the snail’s pace.

While she tarried with thoughts and concerns, the party was getting crazier, Pinkie Pie was stalking Twilight through the crowd, but Twilight could easily see her, Pinkie couldn’t figure out why it was she was unable to sneak up upon this lusty little pony…

The reason, she had a massive keg of her so-called party fuel on her back, and anybody could see it from a mile away without even trying, but Pinkie’s distorted frame of mind told her she was being as sneaky and sly as a fox… That was enough…

Big Macintosh was passed out, and ponies were moving in to try out this “party fuel” and a few ponies were feeling a little crazy, because of “Mary Wanna’s” special cupcakes one of the ponies, being Rarity who, we return to now…

She was lying on her bed, rubbing frosting down her chest and belly, the cake was nearby, and she moaned with pleasure. She looked down, and using one of her hooves, rubbed the frosting down between her legs.

It felt even better in such a tender location, she began to rub it down, so creamy soft and smooth, just like herself, she felt a bit of it going inside of her. With a smile she rubbed a little harder, the frosting remained just as soft and creamy feeling and her pleasure began to rise…

She looked at the cake, “I didn’t forget about you…” and she crawled her across the crumpled sheets of bed, until she was over it now, she looked down making sure it was positioned correctly and then lowered herself onto it, the cake was spongy but still pretty firm… She smiled and enjoyed just how wrong the whole situation was.

And another wee little set of eyes was enjoying the disgusting display, Rarity had forgotten to lock her door and the absolutely wasted Spike stood in the doorway, watching. Loving every single second of the display, Rarity’s flawless body covered in frosting, going up and down on her bed, and, if her body was in a welcoming mood, he was feeling he’d have to join in…

The party’s morals were dropping like a rock, more than half of the guests were absolutely intoxicated and half of the remaining guests were stoned, the few that were not tainted by the evil influences were growing more and more worried.
Fluttershy had covered more ground whilst the chaos rose… She was standing at the door, too shy and almost trembling, afraid to knock, she felt so inadequate.

“I got to do this… I got to do this… I have got to be brave!”

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“Yeah… I gotta do this… I gotta do this…” Fluttershy mumbled as she looked at the unconscious and bloodied Dash… It hadn’t been ten minutes since she attacked her once-friend, it was still dark, and her night was just getting started.

The windows of her small shed were closed, and any form of ventilation was gone now… She looked at her friend, Dash was starting to twitch.

Slowly coming too, Dash’s eyelashes fluttered and she moved her head a bit…

Fluttershy had the bucket of ammonia on the floor and in her mouth she held a bottle of bleach. Dash began to groan, moving a little more, she started to yawn but it was cut short by the pain she was in, and she looked up seeing a hate-filled Fluttershy…

Dash cowered, trembling with fear. “F-Fluttershy… what are you going to do to me?” without another word, Fluttershy tipped the bleach into the bucket, and the deadly mixture began to work its magic. “FLUTTERSHY NO-” Slamming the shed door Fluttershy stood just outside of the makeshift gas chamber.

She could hear Dash’s screams turn to coughs, and the coughs turned to gagging. The chains her victim was tied to would rattle with each desperate struggling motion she made and she could hear the hooves pounding on the ground.
Eventually the sound of movement and struggling subsided into silence…

Inside the shed, Dash was crawling towards the bucket, the mixture of ammonia and bleach was sucking the air out of the room and out of Dash, she was suffocating and her lungs felt like they were filling with something.

Fluttershy had made Dash’s chain short enough so that she would be just an inch away from the bucket of death. Dash reached out, her back was in pain and she was dying from lack of air, it was a horrible slow death, it felt as if her eyes were being sucked from her skull and each cough from her endless choking was forcing organs out of the nasty gash in her back…

Dash wanted so badly to apologize to Fluttershy, she was her friend, she should have protected her and she shouldn’t have hurt her like she did… But what’s done is done, after an agonizing six minutes, Fluttershy heard Dash rasp for the last time. And she cried like a baby, "Why...? Why did you make me do it?"

Fluttershy put a rag over her snout before entering the shed; she quickly grabbed the bucket and cast it into the woods.
Then, removing the rag, she looked at Dash’s remains. Her own coughing had forced her intestines out of her back wound and her eyes looked as if it had had exploded from out of her skull.

She looked so pitiful, there were marks in the dirt where she had used her hooves to try and crawl to the bucket and she was now just a mess of blood and guts… Fluttershy looked at the corpse and pulled out a jar…

Inside of the jar was the fat larva from earlier, the one that was inside of her mouth… squirming around, Fluttershy opened the jar and held it above Dash’s corpse… Pausing for a moment she didn’t tip the jar, instead she held it closer to her own chest and walked closer to Dash’s remains…

Raising her hoof Fluttershy stomped hard and Dash’s skull popped open with an explosive crack, her brain was exposed now, and with a smile on her face, Fluttershy complimented, “I’m glad it was you…” And she dropped the grub into Dash’s obliterated skull.

The worm took to the new flesh happily and began to writhe around in the sticky bloody grey matter. Getting comfortable…