Author's Note

Picture a mare, a mare who has been feeling like she isn't very beautiful but doesn't worry all she needs is some rest. After a long nap, she looks to see herself but she is not happy so her father suggests another nap, don't worry he will make sure she'll love her body. You have entered Twilight's Zone.

Warning Tags: Gore, Violence, Body Negativity

Body

Pulchra Fissure had been trying her best to see herself as pretty but she just couldn't. No matter what she said to herself, what diet she tried, what outfit she dawned, she felt gross. She was getting sadder every day. She had to tell her father at this point before her thoughts got any worse. They said at Twilight’s school that you had to be open and honest with your feelings, even if it was awkward or hard. So that is what she was going to do. “Daddy,” Pulchra called out.

“Yes?,” Her father, Fettle Amity, answered from the living room. He had been watching hoof-ball on TV. He turned it off so he could hear his daughter better. It sounded like she was worried and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't get distracted. It was just her and her father in this apartment. It was a hard transition without their mother but they were making do.

“Dad, am I pretty,” Pulchra asked.

“Of course,” Fettle answered honestly, in his eyes it was true.

“Why don’t I feel it, why? Every time I look in the mirror I see myself as ugly! I don’t know what to do dad!” Pulchra said as tears streamed down her muzzle.

“What do you think is wrong?” Fettle, asked with concern, his daughter felt ugly. What was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to say at a time like this? Maybe if he found out why she thought these things he could help her.

“I think my tummy is too fat, and my legs, I have a double chin, my hair isn’t as nice as I want it to be. I feel like my tail is too long. Everything is just wrong! No matter what, I tried dieting and I tried to dye my mane but nothing seems to help!”

“Why don’t you take a day off? Maybe you need some rest, it has been very stressful, your mother, new school, new friends. Take a mental day.”

“But dad-”

“Why don’t we try it out, and tomorrow we can see a doctor if it doesn’t work. Just try and get some rest. ok?”

“Ok,” Pulchra said as she went to her bedroom and closed her eyes. Maybe dad was right and she was just overly stressed. Maybe all she needed was some rest and relaxation. Hours later she woke up, it looked to be far into the afternoon. She felt so sore, but better overall, almost lighter. She got up and looked into the mirror and she looked different. She looked thin but way too thin. Her tail was shorter, or maybe it just looked shorter, and her neck looked better. Why did she look so different, was it from the rest? She walked out to her dad, he was washing dishes but she couldn’t see what kind from her position.

“Dad,” she called out once more.

“Feeling better?”

“Actually no I feel too thin, my legs look shorter, my neck and tummy look better though. My tail seems shorter. At first, I didn’t like it, but now I do.” Pulchra said honestly, the rest had only worked halfway and that made her disappointed but at least it worked somewhat.

“Well, what do you wish to look like?”

She thought for a moment and took out a picture of a famous rock star. “Like this. Why?”

“Why don’t you dream about being that and see if it helps ok? Maybe if you visualize it, it’ll come true. Try just one more time. I promise if it fails this time, we can see some-creature about it.”

“Ok….”

I waited until Pulchra fell asleep again before I entered her room. I pulled a sedative from my bag. As a doctor I had access to these things, it was important to my profession. I approached her bed, being extra careful as to not wake her up. I inserted the needle into her neck and pressed the plunger. I had the perfect mare to pick for this. She lived across the hall and she looked close enough to that rockstar. I dragged my daughter from her bed and to the kitchen table where I laid her down.

I removed the stitches from her legs, separating the skin of the previous mare I killed from my daughter. I then used my magic to un-fuse the muscle and bone from the dead mare's legs and my daughter’s body. I tossed the legs in the garbage, it was unfortunate that the kill had to go to waste. To be honest I really should have asked for a photo before-hoof. It seemed so obvious now. I grabbed my knife and laid it down on the table next to the door. I walked quietly to the other side of the hall. I knocked on the door to room two thirty-seven.

“Hello Oblation, I could use your help. My daughter is upset and refuses to talk to me. I assume it might be a sensitive subject to talk to her father about. So I was hoping you could go talk to her.” Fettle said, trying to feign innocence, concern, all the emotions he needed to convince Oblation to come over to his apartment.

“Of course Fettle I’ll come right now.” Oblation said as she trotted into the living room of Fettle’s apartment. She knew that Pulchra’s mother had just passed away and she, over time, had become a sort of female role model to Pulchra. It was a job she took very seriously.

Fettle carefully picked up the knife he left on the table, thankfully Oblation hadn’t seen it. If she had she thought nothing of it and that would be her undoing. He thrust the knife down, stabbed it right into Oblation’s back killing her instantly. He took the knife out of her back and closed his front door, he made extra sure he locked it. He then started cutting into her flesh. He would keep doing this until his daughter was satisfied with her body. She deserved it, after all she had been through she deserved to be happy. Her father would provide this happiness, just as any other would.