Red and Black

Several minutes later, Trigger and I arrive at the entrance to the library; Twilight and Spike standing in front of the door with another friend of ours.

"Hey, Distrance. Did Twilight tell you about that alicorn?" Trigger happily greets our friend.

"Yes, Twilight enlightened me on the subject. I can't believe he could do such a thing to poor Twilight!" The brown unicorn standing next to Twilight sighs in a Trottingham accent; his shield Cutie Mark gleaming in the moonlight.

"I know. It's fuckin' disgusting." Trigger responds, lighting a cigarette with a spell and placing it in his mouth, blowing a puff of thick, grey smoke back into the air.

"How exactly is he strung up, Patient?" Trigger asks me, butting out his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it with a front hoof.

"He's tied to the wall standing up. Front legs pointed upwards with his chest exposed." I explain to everypony as the five of us walk into the library.

"Any special requests, Twilight?" Distrance asks Twilight.

"I don't know what you guys are doing, and I don't wanna know. Just try to muffle the sounds so nopony else can hear. I'll be at Applejack's." Twilight meekly mumbles.

"Can do." I smile weakly.

Flashback

"I've requested you three here for a reason. Can you guess what it is?" Shining Armor inquiries to Trigger, Distrance and I as we sit in hard, metallic chairs lit by florescent tubes in the ceiling above.

"My drug use? You gonna arrest me?" Trigger apathetically asks.

"Being a doctor in a medical bunker during the war?" I nervously query.

"Taking a bullet for my comrade during that same war? Am I going to get a purple hoof medal?" Distrance asks, obviously talking about his iron shield Cutie Mark.

"Actually, no for all three of those; sorry, Distrance." Shining Armor replies with a smirk.

"Did we do something illegal?" I ask, still nervous.

"This is about a trait all three of you exhibit; lack of squeamishness." Shining Armor responds, pushing a manila folder onto the desk with a hoof."An assignment if you choose to take it."

Trigger grabs the folder and opens it, reading the contents out loud.

"Exterminatus Alicorna? Are we gonna kill the princesses?" Trigger uncomfortably queries whilst giving the folder to me.

"No, thankfully. There's a great menace out there. Scientific name: 'Equus ferus caballus septappendaga', or the basic alicorn. There's more in Equestria than the princesses, however. Dozens stallions and mares with the appearances of being alicorns with humongous egos and massive sex drives. I've been getting countless reports from all over Equestria along with the Griffon kingdoms. They're infesting the place and being an absolute menace towards whoever they find attractive."

"Are we supposed to dispatch these alicorns?" Distrance glances towards Trigger and I nervously.

"If you try your hardest to eliminate the alicorn threat, I shall pay you all a handsome annual salary for the rest of your lives." shining Armor tells us, throwing a large burlap bag of coins onto the metallic table with a thud. "The government will also pay you top-wat a head for every alicorn you...take care of."

"Is this even legal?" Trigger deadpans; Shining Armor nods his head in response, but that doesn't affect my nervousness at all.

"I dunno about this. What happens if the cops catch us in the act?" I politely ask the captain of the royal guard.

"I have notified all the policing powers in Equestria and the Griffon kingdoms. If they catch you in the act, the'll turn a blind eye." Shining Armor gives a glance towards all three of us before swiping the manila folder from my hoof and placing it back on the table, still open so Distrance can view the contents.

"If you don't take the task, I'll be forced to terminate the three of you because you know of some very dangerous military intelligence." Shining Armor warns us.

"I guess we have to take the mission, then." Trigger speaks up, shrugging and shaking hooves with Shining Armor. "Sign us up, or whatever."

End Of Flashback

"Check it out, he's waking up." Trigger happily exclaims as the strung up alicorn slowly flutters his eyes open, staring with rage and terror at the three of us.

"Reminiscent of the good ol' days. Remember; being appointed to hunt these fuckers down?" I inquire the past to my friends, who smirk and nod.

The basement is lit by bright ceiling lights, making it as bright as it it during the daytime down here; Trigger pulls the sunglasses over his eyes as Distrance shields his eyes with a hoof, I only squint. The sturdy wooden wall keeping the black alicorn bound is covered with dust from a bookcase that had been previously placed before-hand for many years. The triple-braided cords of rope hold the abomination of nature's front and back legs to the wall, letting his head hang forward.

"What's going on?" The Dark Slash quietly demanded as he pulls his front hooves forward, only to find that they've been tied to the wall behind him.

"You're gonna be taught a lesson on how not to treat Twilight." I reply, scratching the skin under my light green mane; Trigger lights another cigarette.

"Your last moments in existence will be quite painful, boy. Just before you experience horrific pain, we'll let you know ten seconds in advance so you can prepare yourself." Distrance offers the alicorn some reprieve of a mere few seconds.

Suddenly, Trigger grows a massive, evil grin and spits out his cigarette. Holding the cancer stick with a white aura, he plunges the burning end of it into Dark Slash's right eye, causing red hot embers to eject in many directions. Black smoke seeps from the eye as Dark Slash squirms with pain; his pained shouts echoing through the large, wooden basement.

"Listen, fuckstick. You should've never came to Ponyville; nor should've you fucked with Twilight." He growls as he pulls the cigarette from the alicorn's eye, revealing a bloodshot organ leaking vitreous fluid and blood from the tear-duct.

"Fuck you! I'm more powerful than Celestia and Luna! I can break out of here and have my revenge!" He spits a wad of blood and mucus in my face; I step back in surprise and wipe the mahogany goo from my cheek.

"Shouldn't have done that." I reply with an apologetic smirk.

"You also said i'd have a ten second head start!" He adds with a pained scowl.

"That was a freebie." Trigger shrugs, producing a flask from nowhere and emptying it's contents into his mouth.

"You have ten seconds to prepare for what happens next." Distrance cautiously adds, producing a serrated combat knife from a large duffle-bag next to him.

"Oh no! What're you gonna cut off!?" Dark Slash hyperventilates; the sheer terror extending his three inch penis to full length with sick pleasure.

"I don't know, but you have five seconds." Distrance counts off in his head.

"Please don't, I---" Something clicked in Dark Slash's head. "I will get outta here! And I'm gonna make you all pay for this because I'm more powerful than all three princesses combined! I AM the Element of Darkne--" He is interrupted by a large, dirty rag being stuffed into his mouth; a long peice of grey duct tape covering his lips and cheeks.

"Three princesses?" Trigger echos.

"Cadence." I reply; Trigger nods.

"Your ten seconds is up, pal. Sorry about this." Distrance sighs as a wicked grin forms across his face; focusing on the amazingly tiny penis protruding from Dark Slash's sheath.

Distrance lowers the knife with a brown aura to the alicorn's crotch. Dark Slash shivers and begs to not do anything there through the sock and tape, but his muted pleas fall on uncaring ears. Without hesitation, Distrance pulls the knife across skin on the alicorn's penis, drawing rivers of blood that rush to the tip of his short hard-on and drip onto the floor, forming a small pool. Muffled shrieks of agony fill my ears with satisfaction as large amounts of mucus and tears roll down the alicorn's face and drop to the floor, mixing with the blood.

The knife traces the circumference around the base, then moving towards the phallus along the bottom, causing blood to pour from the massive wound and pool even more on the floor. At the head, the knife curves upward, severing the phallus into two halves, and travels back to the base along the top.

"That's fucked up, dude." Trigger admires the work as two halves of a penis flop up and down from the squirming of Dark Slash.

"That's not even the *half* of it." Distrance giggles as he uses a hoof to pull the severed skin from the two halved cock.

"What are we gonna use the skin for?" Trigger asks as I pull the tape from Dark Slash's mouth and pull the soggy sock from his mouth. I grin wickedly and stuff the two halves of black dick skin into his mouth and hold it shut with a hoof.

"Chew. Your. Food." I growl furiously at the alicorn, who hesitantly does so, tears and mucus dripping onto my hoof as he halfheartedly swallowed the fleshy morsel.

"Good boy!" I congratulate him as if he were a dog who rolled over when I told him to, and stuffed the smelly, brown leg-sock back into his mouth and reattached the tape onto his cheeks.

"Wow. I can't believe he actually did that!" I hear Spike from behind me.

All three of us turn around to see Spike wielding a tub of strawberry ice cream and a large metal spoon.

"You wanna watch up close?" I offer the purple dragon.

"I'm good. I don't wanna get blood in my ice cream." Spike's refusal is met with look from me that states 'makes sense'.

"What're we gonna do next?" Distrance asks, placing the bloodies knife back into the duffle-bag.

"I know. So he doesn't escape." Trigger responds after clocking Dark Slash in the face with a hoof after noticing a red aura forming around his right binding.

"Why didn't we do this first?" I facehoofed.

"Just wanted to have some fun." Distrance suggests, watching Trigger pull a large device from the large, army-green sack.

"A bone saw? We're gonna cut his horn off?" I ask with an evil smile.

"Fuck right, dude. This little shit ain't goin' anywhere!" Trigger responds, putting the edge of the blade onto the base of the alicorn's horn.

"Do it quick, before he wakes up!" Spike shouts from behind, causing the white aura around the saw to vigorously pull and push the saw back and forth, sending blood, marrow, and chunky, clear matter to spray in all directions.

"What's that chunky stuff?" Spike queries from behind us.

"It's known as Mana. It's like bone marrow, but it only exists in horns. It's the thing that allows horned ponies to use magic." Distrance responds, brushing a stray dark brown hair from his face.

"Oh, okay. Keep going." Spike twirls the spoon in his claw and continues to consume ice cream while Trigger continues to saw the horn off of Dark Slash's forehead.

"Done! Fucker didn't see it coming!" A terrifying laugh bounces from Trigger's throat as I walk towards the diffle-bag, producing a large syringe filled with a translucent, cream fluid.

"Allow me to estimate an answer; adrenaline syringe?" Distrance asks as I plunge the needle deep into the alicorn's black chest.

"Absolutely; never leave the house without one in my saddlebag." I respond, pushing the cold, plastic plunger to release the fluid into Dark Slash's heart.

"That's kinda weird. Don't ever tell me that again, Patient." Trigger responds, stepping back a few inches.

"Not for malevolent use." I correct Trigger's suspicions, pulling the syringe from the alicorn's chest.

"Where the fuck am I!?" The ungagged Dark Slash gasps and shouts as his eyes shoot wide open, scanning the darkened room.

"You're home now. You're safe. Nopony's gonna hurt you." I respond from the darkness.

"Oh, no! I recognize you!" The alicorn screams, squirming in his bonds.

"Dammit, didn't work. Okay, Spike; turn the lights back on." I call out to the baby dragon, who does so, revealing the alicorn's body to him.

A colossal, throaty roar falls out of Dark Slash's lips, long with several drops of blood and saliva. I push the dirty sock back into his dry mouth; I also pull a fresh piece of duct tape across his mouth as well.

"Dayum." Trigger's face grows into a smirk as I go back into the duffle-bag and produce several objects.

"This next thing's gonna be a bit too graphic for sentient being less than the age of, oh I don't know, twenty." I motion for Spike to go upstairs and wait until somepony tells him to come down.

"Fine." Spike groans and slogs upstairs and shuts the door behind him.

"Hmmh!?" Dark Slash tries to scream through his dirty gag; his torn red and white mane leaking bodily plasma from the fresh scab from where I tore the follicles out.

"Just be quiet and it will go by smoothly." I tell him, tearing the fresh scab off of his scalp with a dark yellow aura, revealing bloodied flesh; torrents of fresh blood and bodily plasma leak from the fresh wound.

"Pussy. Do something worse." Trigger brushes off the brutal tearing.

"That wasn't the only thing I was doing." I reply, holding up one of the objects from the duffle-bag: a fire cracker.

"You're going to put that in his head-wound?" Distrance quizzically asks.

"Something like that. Help me untie his bonds and turn him around." I request help.