Fallout Equestria: Blitz's Story

"Here she is, Overmare!" Scarlet sang out as she roughly threw her prisoner to the floor.

"Well well well, Blitz." The Overmare's voice dripped with venom as her dark eyes blazed. "What am I to do with you?"

"You tell me." Blitz snarled.

The Overmare tensed, her expression hardening, then her face relaxed into a slightly less threatening look, though her eyes remained cold.

"Have a seat, Blitz." She pointed at a chair.

"No thanks."

"Sit in the fucking chair, damn it!" Scarlet snapped, yanking her up and throwing her into it. "It may be the last time you do!"

Her grin was evil, and almost cheerful too. Blitz swallowed her fear and glared at the Overmare.

"So what now?" She said. "You have no need of me now. Unless you are gonna make me an example to the other unicorns."

"Blitz. Do you know what you have done?" The Overmare stared at her intensely.

"Yeah, I freed all the slaves from you and your fucking torture chambers!" Blitz snapped.

Scarlet snickered and the Overmare grinned unpleasantly, tapping her front hooves together.

"You are partially correct, Blitz."

"What do you mean, partially?" Blitz demanded. "There's no slaves left! I let them all go."

"You let the grown ones go."

Blitz suddenly had a sickening feeling in her gut.

"What do you mean? There are no other slaves."

"Oh but there are, Blitz." The Overmare's unpleasant grin remained. "You see, we kept the adult slaves in that cell block. Do you wonder why the slaves were seemingly so willing to obey our every command?"

"What the fuck did you do?" Blitz growled.

"We merely took thier children." The Overmare chuckled at Blitz's slackjawed expression. "Yes, Blitz. We took thier young, and we put them elsewhere to raise them and train them to be good slaves. And as they grow to be adults, we move them in with the others while removing older slaves and exterminating them. Or using them in our labs. This way we are never over-run with them."

Blitz was stunned silent. So the Overmare continued almost gleefully.

"Now we will have to start over, which means the children will now become full slaves. Oh they aren't adults as yet, but we have no choice. Plus we will have to use some of them in our labs."

"Ohhhh yesssss." Scarlet licked her lips and grinned, eyes gleaming. "The screams of the young are so much better to my ears than the grown ones. Such new, raw, delicious terror. Such innocence and blood that lies untouched."

She cackled joyfully, and Blitz shuddered.

"You are not ponies." She said. "You're fucking psychotic monsters!"

"Mmmm. Perhaps." The Overmare chuckled. "But then, you are as well. Because whether you know it or not, you have benefitted from our experiments."

"What?"

"You remember the butchered ponies, right, Blitz?" Scarlet purred in her ear. "Surely you do. What do you think we do with all that perfectly good meat?"

Blitz gagged as the meaning sank in, and the Overmare lazily threw a trash can at her in time for her to throw up into it. Scarlet was laughing maniacally, clearly enjoying watching this.

"You see, Blitz, you took away the only protection these children had. So now, its thier time to fill their parents' places." The Overmare stated calmly.

"You're sick...they're foals, you fucking bitch! How could you!"

"Ah. Well, they have been used before. On rare occasions, when the adults were not enough, I have given a foal to Scarlet."

"Yes! It's so fun to hear them scream, and watch them fight." Scarlet giggled.

Blitz grimaced. The adults were bad enough. But how anypony could love torturing children...she nearly threw up again.

"Well! That's enough of that." The Overmare chuckled slightly. "Now about you, Blitz. Obviously I cannot allow such a thing to go unpunished, so the question is, what do I do with you?"

Blitz was pretty sure killing her was not an option. From what she knew of these two monsters, that would be far too merciful. And they were anything but.

"Ah! I know!" The Overmare looked at Scarlet. "Take her to the lab she snuck into. Do what you will to her, but make sure you do not kill her. When you're done, let me know, I will open the door and she can join her slave friends in the wasteland."

"Oh gladly!" Scarlet cackled happily.

The Overmare's magic caught Blitz, stripping off her Stable suit before also removing the pipbuck.

"You leave with nothing." She said to Blitz. "And I assure you, death in the wasteland is worse than anything we could do to you here."

"No." Blitz managed. "I thought the wasteland was just outside the Stable door...full of monsters and evil and horrors. But I have already experienced it, and so have the slaves."

"Is that so?" The Overmare grinned.

"The wasteland begins in here." Blitz said angrily. "Only worse. And someday, if I live through what you do to me here today, I promise you I will avenge the blood of the slaves you've killed, you psychotic bitch."

The Overmare's hoof connected with her face, knocking her to the floor. Scarlet picked her up, giggling madly.

"Make her suffer as much as possible." The Overmare said, with a dismissive wave of her hoof.

"Her screams are going to rival any scream from any slave we ever had in the lab." Scarlet promised, grinning.

Blitz struggled futilely as she was carried out in the crimson glow of Scarlet's magical aura. The mare cackled again as she headed along the corridors.

"Oh, Blitz. Blitz, Blitz, Blitz. Heheheheh. Oh I have just the plans for you. You are going to beg for mercy, plead for your life, then beg to be killed. I hope you like pain, Blitz, because when I play with you...there will be alot of pain."

Remembering the "play" with the stallion in the Sanctum, Blitz felt her stomach churn. She wanted to escape but wasn't sure she could. Scarlet's magic grip on her was tight, nearly suffocating.

She honestly did not want to know what horrific plan this maniac had in mind. Whatever it was, she knew it did not include killing her. But she had no doubt there were forms of torture far worse than death.

"You think you'll get away with this?" She demanded angrily...hoping that the rage boiling inside her would be enough to keep her sanity intact through whatever Scarlet put her through.

"Oh but we do, Blitz." Scarlet grinned at her, levitating her along in front of her now. "We do. No pony but you has ever dared question the system."

Blitz grimaced. "Or maybe they have and you killed them."

"All that's needed if a pony shows signs of bucking the system is to take them to the Sanctum. Then tell them they could easily be next, even though they are Unicorn." Scarlet snickered. "It works every time."

"Then why was I not taken there?"

"Because you are special case, Blitz. The Overmare has watched you carefully. While you didn't approve of the slavery, you did not actively do anything about it except tell us to leave you alone."

Blitz was starting to wish she hadn't been like that...she would have known of these things sooner and could have helped. Somehow.

"Great...so there was no need to scare me."

"No but I wish there had been." Scarlet smirked. "I personally would have shown you some of my finest work in the lab."

"I saw it."

"Oh the stallion? Blitz, you are so naive. Do you honestly believe that was my finest work? Hmmm?" She levitated the squirming unicorn close to her face. "I have cut ponies open and removed their organs piece by piece with them still alive. I know how carve them up so they remain alive to feel every last bit of pain until I either stop thier heart or remove their heads."

She sounded so pleased with herself. Blitz gagged. If she made it out of this alive, she would return one day and end these insane ponies slowly and painfully. By now, Scarlet had arrived at her destination: the Sanctum door. She opened it with the passcode and walked in, going down the little corridor. Blitz steeled herself against the sights she knew to expect, but it didn't stop her stomach from growling painfully as she once more found herself face to face with the horrible blood splattered room.

She really didn't want to be here. And suddenly, in that moment, she was struck by a sudden extreme sympathy and understanding towards the countless slaves who had seen this room.

In this moment, as Scarlet roughly slammed her down on one of the tables and started strapping her in place, she was well aware of how the slaves felt. The rising panic was nearly suffocating, her chest tightening as raw fear unlike any she had ever felt surged through her body.

"Well now, Blitz." Scarlet stood in front of her, her favourite knife in her magical grasp, the blade gleaming wickedly at her. "Now you get first-hoof experience on how I play. I warn you, I play rough. Very rough. You'll feel pain, alot of pain, and likely you'll scream and beg. That's perfectly normal and definitely encouraged. Don't worry."

Blitz glared. "If you think you're gonna make me plead, you don't know me at all."

"Everypony breaks at some point." Scarlet said cheerfully. "Sooner or later, they beg for their lives. Plead for me to stop. If they scream loud enough, i might actually give them a few minutes to get their breath before we keep playing."

"You are the lowest of the low, Scarlet. A pyscho that deserves nothing less than to suffer exactly what you have made the slaves suffer. Someday...someday I will fucking make you pay for every drop of slave blood you've spilled with your own blood."

"You won't survive long enough for that." Scarlet pressed the knife blade to her throat. "Oh you'll live through your playtime with me, Blitz, but you will be so bad off you won't last an hour in the wasteland."

"I'll last." Blitz snarled.

"I think not." Scarlet straightened. "But enough chat. We're here to play. You ready to play, Blitz?"

"No."

"Excellent. Then let's play."

Blitz tensed as Scarlet drew the knife point lightly down along her chest to her belly, creating a tickle that under any other circumstance would have made her laugh. She gritted her teeth, waiting, trying to brace herself for the second that the blade would pierce the skin.

It never came. Instead, Scarlet slid the knife into its sheath and turned to study the implements along the walls. Blitz tried not to look at them, not wanting to further increase her sense of panic. Scarlet's crimson aura took hold of a long object.

"You know, this will do for the first thing."

She floated it past Blitz's head, and Blitz suddenly wished she would just up and die right then. The object was a branding iron...long, black steel rod with a carefully crafted S on it.

"Since you seem so taken with slaves, Blitz, how would you like sharing their brand?"

It was then that Blitz recalled something she had seen but failed to mentally compute when looking over Sunshine. The mare had had S143 on her flank, looking like it had been drawn on with black paint...only Blitz now realised with sickening certainty that it had been branded on her. Her eyes locked into Scarlet's.

"You really enjoy this, don't you? Watching them squirm, hearing them scream? What, do you get off on it? What sort of sick, twisted pleasure do you get out of it?"

"Mmm. I'm afraid that's something you will never understand." Scarlet chuckled as she placed the iron into a ready furnace that blazed with a roaring fire. She redrew her knife and approached Blitz. "Let's do the first half of this brand eh? I have to mark exactly where to put it."

Blitz couldn't stop the terrified shudder as she felt the blade trace over the cutie mark on her left flank. Scarlet giggled, and studied the mark for a moment before she straightened.

"I think a perfect location is right HERE!"

With the final word of that sentence, she sank her knife deeply into Blitz's flank, and it took every ounce of willpower she had for the trapped unicorn not to scream at the sudden pain. But then it got worse. Scarlet very slowly and with movements she had to know would be the most painful, she calmly cut the flesh until she had sucessfully removed the entire mark, leaving behind a gaping and bloody hole.

Blitz's body was trembling from the pain and the effort it was taking to not scream her head off. Her vision was blurry from tears she could not hold back. Scarlet snickered, and her magic caught the ready iron as she brought it over. It glowed a brilliant red-orange, and Blitz could feel the heat as her torturer passed it in front of her face, letting her see it.

"You're going to love this one, Blitz." Scarlet said cheerfully. Then she giggled. "No wait, I'M the one that will love it."

Blitz opened her mouth to say something, but just at that moment was a loud sizzling noise, and the smell of burning flesh. A split second later a pain unlike any she could have ever imagined registered in her brain. It rushed through her entire body like a wave of water, and her mouth opened wider as her breathing momentarily stopped. Scarlet pushed the iron harder against her, burning that "S" deeply into her flank where her cutie mark had been. Blitz jerked and thrashed in agony as she drew enough of a breath to let out a long and very loud scream, and then her entire world went black.

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She didn't know how long she was out, but when she regained conciousness, she was still strapped to the table, and Scarlet was watching her with a smirk.

"Good, you're awake. Now we can keep playing. Oh, I may have done a few more things before I realized you passed out."

Blitz was dazed from the intense pain. She looked down and saw multiple deep cuts along her body, including one running from her chest halfway down her belly.

Scarlet caught up an ugly looking whip off the wall, with long lashes that looked deadly. "I think I'll just punish you now and that should do it." She giggled.

Blitz had no strength to resist or argue, she was barely staying concious. The handle of the whip struck her across the face and she barely had enough in her to even whimper. Scarlet rolled her eyes and laughed as she mercilessly beat her helpless and half dead victim with the whip. She added plenty of kicks and punches with it too, hitting areas she knew were most vulnerable and vital. Blitz whimpered a few times until another blow across the face knocked her out cold. She came to as Scarlet was releasing her. The mare caught her beaten and blood soaked body in her magic and carried her off to the Overmare's office.

"Ah. Well done, Scarlet." The Overmare chortled, as she led the way to the stable door. "She will never survive the wasteland like that."

The heavy door opened at the command, and Scarlet threw Blitz out into a world of death and destruction.

"Have fun dying, Blitz!" She said cheerfully.

Blitz groaned softly. She was aware of was that door slamming shut, and then once again she passed out cold into a void of nothing but silent blackness.