To Their Destruction

by Ice Star

Rating: mature
Tags: Seaponies, Horror, Violence, Dark, Death, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1199

[Poetry] Nothing good can come from a hungry kelpie!

When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord
An' float the jinglin icy boord
Then, water-kelpies haunt the foord
By your direction
An' nighted trav'llers are allur'd
To their destruction.

-Robert Burns, "Address to the Devil"

A single hungry kelpie emerges from her loch, poised and ready to attack
and along the pebbly shores, she finds a pony that shall make an excellent snack!

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Published 2019-11-11 06:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-11-11 06:30:02 UTC

Làir Fhlùraichean

There she swims in a loch riddled with murk
and it is with this disguise nopony sees her lurk

Green, blue, and brown are all the hues her slick coat hides away
waiting as the sun dims for somepony to stray

Her siren and seapony cousins keep their allure to acts of lust and haunting song
but any kelpie tries only to catch nopony that is strong

Here in the inlet's marshy lands she can never leave, lest her skin go dry
The little kelpie must watch the distant windmill vanes touch the sky

Under lilies and weeds she must contain her song as bubbles
wishing for the chance somepony will drown and save her hunt some troubles

Along the shore the young kelpie spies the most exquisite prey
Gleaming ember eyes take in the sight of a pony who couldn't possibly get away!

The stallion is a burly Trottish specimen all muscular and wide
To the kelpie's gushing delight she sees no wings at his side!

His tartan cap only boasts the colorful pride of his clan
Beneath cold water she swims gleefully, knowing his hat hides no horn and eyes bear no magic cunning plan

Her mane swirls languidly atop the water, hidden teeth curled in a knowing leer
ready to taste hot, coppery blood and taint the loch so clear

The earthy fool is simple and weak
with nothing to give him a chance as her hunger reaches its peak

Always, there are ponies like her brown stallion who are little more than meat and brawn
So exactly right for her ancestors to have devoured before dawn!

His coat is as muddy as his mind, he thinks he sees a flower drifting and quaint
that when she raises her muzzle from the water's kiss he doesn't appear faint!

Her sigh begins a Song whistling past pointed teeth
Tangles of her lank mane rise with her from beneath

Change does not cross all hills, she has been told
She remembers elder kelpie words smiling, keeping her stallion helpless with a song ancient and old

He is to be no more than bones dragged from her lake
Until she has plucked them clean, only Song holds him fearless so he doesn't shake

So far from everypony that might think to care
Her stallion is unable to pull away from her predatory stare

How funny are the little ponies that mind you not not when you stray from herd and home!
Their thoughts of kin only last for those who do not roam!

With her paradoxical Song of his pain and her pleasure so well spun
her soft laugh drowns in a breeze - now she can have fun!

He is dumbed down with the same Songs of seduction work their usual charm
Words telling of meaningless acts of flesh form the perfect prelude for any harm

The country pony's eyes will only grow duller in death, and with that secure she makes her lunge
dragging him into dark waters for a fatal plunge!

Only when pain corrupts his mind do those eyes come alight!
At once, at last her delicious victim shows some fright!

He cries for family that will never come
while she pulls him into the deep and dark that make up her humdrum

Water invades his mouth and enriches her being
the tendrils of his blood curling beneath her muzzle is just so freeing

Her rear legs meld from kicking, clumsy stock to a tail stirring with grace
From the cold lake depths, her chest warms knowing his thrashing will stop at her pace!

Monstrous forelegs strike her stallion against anything with each buck
leaving her to burble delighted among blood and guck

She is mindful in her attacks to give him no rest
watching as his struggle lessens with each hideous mark against his chest

Clouding her water like a valley clings to its veil of fog are clouds of blood a-flow
that heat her savage heart with the cruelest glow

Before he offers one last scream, she dives forwards for her first bite
letting his will drain away, while above them day bleeds to night

Half-dead and suffering, the kelpie delights in prolonging her stallion's pain
by gnawing rough chunks away from his crest and mane

Savory crimson pools under her maw
wrenched into a sickly sneer, seeing her stallion knows no more of home, family, love, or law

When spring comes her stallion's ghost might perhaps have one blessing
if any bones wash up and leave any ponies guessing

Until the energy of a new dawn arrives, the kelpie mare at last claims her feast
tearing into pink, raw, primal chunks of pony-flesh as an unhinged beast

Past all from her cousin-kind she tears apart
beneath his ugly cage of bones is the start of a useless, stilled heart

Every bit of her stallion she rips into unidentifiable slop
letting all that her stallion was cloak her while the kelpie feeds non-stop

She will lose no sleep or ever be brought forward for her abduction
and when the marsh winds turn foul with hints of old flesh, the kelpie mare will gladly lead another to their destruction

Author's Note

Hey, everyone. It's certainly been a long time since I've published anything, and I'm sorry about that. I wanted to get back to some poetry, so here's something I scribbled in a notebook of mine for my 89th story. I'll be sure to get Enemy of Mine off hiatus when the time allows it. Until then, here's more of my foray into NSFW spookiness and less relevant minor species and lore for Iceverse this-and-that. My notes listed this as modern (just rural) in setting for anyone with timeline questions. For anyone wanting more fish horses, I did write about the sirens in a much more wordy fashion in Follow Her Lead. This wasn't any particular style tribute, just inspired by the snippet and the concept of kelpies. The title of the chapter roughly translates to "Flower Mare". I like to imagine something along that line is the kelpie's name, or how the pony thought of the kelpie, even if her name was never said.

I'm not dead, though! That's certainly good, right?

mandatory joke about vore here idk

Fireflies

upon the water
few fleeting lights
know to leave
when red peers
up
(at them!)
and a smile
so cold and
(drenched! cruel!)
splits the surface
with the loudest snap
(and splash!)
that nopony would
(ever! never ever!)
hear unless they
knew the cruelty
of mares who
wear their flowers
and live in
lakes
but alas the
fireflies tell nopony
and in a
world below water
she is hungry

(and who would listen to the fireflies?)

Gentlecolt Red Grouse

Waves carve the shores of the Trottish countryside
And tickle the heather with a lost stallion's plight
In their leaves, the songs of those claimed by kelpies are carried
Though even their ghosts are fragmented,
In a village, a mill, a manor, or a farm somewhere:
Not everypony has given up on what bones are surrendered
Gods, would it not be good if his kin were so kind?