Red and Black

"How did you get these?" I ask Spike, who crosses his arms.

"I just said that Twilight needed some supplies for something she was working on. Rarity obliged, and we have our shit." Spike recalled the details.

"Didn't Rarity find it...strange that you came to her in the dead of night?" Distrance asks.

"It's seven in the morning." Spike deadpanns.

"Shit. Really? Time flies when you're having fun." Trigger muses and shrugs.

I ignore the conversation between Spike and my friends, and focus on the mess we had made with the alicorn. Blood and feces smear the walls behind and beside the broken monstrosity of nature; that same blood and feces, along with small puddles of orange urine, are splattered in places on the floor and ceiling. Yes, the fucking ceiling.

"What the fuck are we gonna do now?" Trigger asks. "We've tried every single method, so, why not finish him off now?"

"Pffft; Please. We've got some more shit to do to him before we haul his sorry ass back to hell." Spike brushes off Trigger's complaint.

"Also, we could sew his lips shut. Loosely, so when he screams, his lips'll tear off." I suggest; Dark Slash begins to hyperventilate from his bloodied mouth.

"Will somepony shut him up!?" Distrance yells, cantering over to the strung up alicorn and bucking violently at his face, severing a tooth and causing Dark Slash to fall into unconsciousness.

"Thanks. We'll need him to not move when we sew him up." I thank Distrance.

"Wait. Shouldn't we put sharp metal or some shit in his mouth before we sew it shut?" Trigger asks, looking curious.

"Well, Twilight does keep some fishing supplies down here for random reasons." Spike replied.

"Perfect..." I reply, searching the area where Spike had pointed.

"Found it." I call out to everypony as I pull out a green and white tackle-box filled with rattling objects.

I open the box to reveal a series of large fishing hooks, several spools of fishing line, and two collapsible fishing poles. Giddy with glee, I grab the cold, metallic fishing hooks from the box and saunter towards the unconscious stallion and hold his head up by his lower jaw, examining his broken mouth. Scraped gums bleeding a crimson fluid line the sides of the alicorn's feeding orifice as bits of tissue and bone chunks slither out from his tongue onto the floor.

Looking behind me, I notice Spike holding up the needle and ball of yarn in his claw, staring at me quizzically. I take the yarn and needle with a dark yellow aura and hold it towards Dark Slash, keeping his mouth shut with a hoof. Fitting the end of the yarn into the needle eye, I plunge the needle into the end of the alicorn's lips, wavering the petite, metal point through the lips of the unconscious pony.

"And...Done!" I happily state as I back away from the alicorn, admiring my handiwork.

"Did you put anything in his mouth?" Trigger quizzically deadpans.

"Well, shit." I sigh and chuckle. "Lemme do something else, then."

I trot back over to the large, open green tackle box and pull out a collapsible fishing pole.

"What is it?" Trigger asks.

"I'm gonna go fishing." I reply, attaching a hook the fishing line at the end of the pole and casting it to the floor and reeling it in, seeing if the pole will work correctly.

"Fishing for his lips? That sounds pretty grotesque...I love it!" Distrance beams.

"Something like that." I had something else in mind, however.

Staring at the broken alicorn bound before me, I magically take the adrenaline needle from the duffle-bag and plunge it deep into the alicorn's heart, causing the monstrosity to wake up and hyperventilate.

"Whert's gerin' ern!?" Dark Slash shrieks through his loosely sewn lips as I begin to cast the first line towards the alicorn.

"I'm just going fishing; nothing to get upset about." I try to calm Dark Slash as I cast a line towards his mutilated, bloody orifice of a crotch and snagging the hook into his left testicle.

Dark Slash screams behind the gag, not in agony, but in terror of the unknown. I yank back hard and pull the line towards me with as much magic as I can muster. The hook rips itself from the skin with a sickening tearing sound as Dark Slash winces, thrashing about. Trigger and Distrance are almost to their knees in wicked, evil laughter as I cast another line towards the alicorn's crotch.

"Pwees! Duhn!" Dark Slash squeals like a burning pig as I pull on the line again, this time much harder than last.

The hook this time had inserted itself into the raw testes of Dark Slash's scrotum; the pull from the line had caused the testes to pull away from the alicorn until they tore off, releasing a massive torrent of blood and semen. Spike begins to madly cackle as I grab the raw testes from the floor with an aura of magic, holding them at Dark Slash's face and showing him the work I had done.

This triggered Dark Slash to let out a massive, throaty cry, in which his mouth begins to separate from the yarn, causing deep cuts and lacerations to form on his top and bottom lips. In response, I jam the testicle in the empty eye socket that Distrance had created for me while I was horn-fucking the alicorn. The testes fit almost perfectly into the eye socket as Dark Slash's mouth rips from the yarn with a herculean force, letting the bloodied string flop to the floor along with torrents of blood from the red and black abomination's shredded lips.

"Priceless!" Trigger reels over and lets out a chunky, yellow river of vomit; most likely exuded from the insane amount of laughter the white unicorn had taken part in.

"That's...disgusting!" Distrance chuckles as he backs away from the puddle of vomit.

"Let's just finish this fucker off. I'm getting bored." I deadpan...