Rarity's Revenge

Diamond Cutter almost passed out upon hearing the choice he now had to make, while Starlight looked over at Rarity with her undamaged eye and made a face. Rarity made a face back at her, seeped in demonic energy and boastful shrewdness.

“That’s right, sugar plum,” Rarity spat. “I’ve learned your little cutie mark removal trick myself – guess I am a ‘pathetic waste of magic’ if I’m reducing myself to your tactics.”

“I’m sorry, Lavender,” Diamond whispered sadly. “I’ve taken the brunt of the pain so far, but this is too much.”

“Diamond, please, don’t do this to me.” Lavender implored with every fibre of her being.

“I choose… for her to lose her cutie mark and back leg.” Diamond eventually said.

Rarity began to chuckle, louder and louder until the haughty, ominous laughter managed to rouse the unconscious Upper Crust, who promptly turned away from the ponies at the other end. Rarity’s horn ignited and she gleefully, slowly, intentionally, began to peel the three white daisies from Lavender Bloom’s flanks. Lavender squealed in the most sickening way. It felt as if her soul were being ripped from her body. Once the cutie mark was completely removed, Lavender practically deflated, knowing what was coming next. Mirroring her actions in mutilating Jet Set, Rarity pulled the chains on Lavender’s legs tightly, so they were spread wide enough for her to work with ease. Lavender Bloom screeched as the scalpel passed through her skin, then the muscle, then the tendons, with Rarity giggling with glee as each strand of tissue snapped and blood flowed freely from the incision. Again, the whirring of the rotary cutter’s blade was dug into the hip and the sickening sound of splintering bone echoed outward. But Lavender’s squeals of hurt had a strange pitch to them. Rarity’s ear twitched as she tried to figure out why Lavender’s pain didn’t sound right.

“She’s enjoying it, if only biologically,” Phoenix darkly explained with a big toothy smirk. “the vibration of the saw is affecting her.”

Rarity continued cutting into the bone, while observing the mare’s nether regions. Phoenix was correct; although Lavender was in copious amounts of pain, she was also twitching in a way that indicated pleasure, confirmed by the clear juice that slowly secreted from her most intimate region.

“You’re one sick mare,” Rarity chuckled as she finished sawing and sliced around Lavender’s now blank flank. “fancy being so high and mighty when you enjoy having a leg removed!”

“You’re the sick one!” Diamond bellowed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Phoenix stood up and went over to Lavender Bloom. She shrank into herself as he raised a front hoof and it began to glow as it had before. Lavender began breathing heavily and Phoenix pressed his scorching hoof to her bleeding hip. She screamed and cried and threw her head back while he simply looked at her with a blank expression. With the wound fully sealed, Phoenix removed and cooled his hoof, turning to look at Rarity. She gazed adoringly at him with the cutie mark floating beside her. She batted her eyes at him and smiled sweetly, offering the disembodied mark to him. Phoenix licked his lips with a dragonesque forked tongue and opened his heavily fanged mouth to ingest the cutie mark.

“Delicious…” He mused evilly. “…and what of him?”

“You’d like Diamond Cutter’s cutie mark too?” Rarity suggested.

“I wouldn’t mind it…”

Diamond Cutter’s eyes widened as Rarity came over to him.

“No! You promised!” He said.

“Promise?” Rarity tilted her head. “I made no promise, I only gave you a choice, and as I mentioned earlier, your betrayal can have far reaching consequences.”

He bucked and writhed, trying urgently to get loose of the metal restraints. This wasn’t happening! This can’t be happening! She said that Lavender would suffer the consequences if he wasn’t loyal, this wasn’t part of the deal! A sharp pain struck both his chest and his flanks as Rarity magically grabbed his gemstone cutie mark and roughly tugged, ripping it off like a day-old band-aid. Tears fell and he bit his lip so hard that it bled; he didn’t want to yell out, or scream, or give Rarity anything to feel smug about. Diamond let out a choking gasp as she wrenched the mark away from him and gave it to Phoenix, who ate it within seconds. Rarity nuzzled the giant alicorn demon then returned to Diamond’s bedside.

He watched in terror, as Rarity held the scalpel with her magic, reared up and put her full weight onto her front hooves, pressing them onto the wounds on his chest. He weakly flinched, still reeling from the loss of his cutie mark, but it was about to get so much worse. The steel blade was shoved into his shoulder and dragged it in a curved line toward his ribs. The cut was repeated over and over again, shredding his flesh right down to the bone. The other ponies in the room knew what was going to happen as the rotary cutter drifted over and buzzed to life, flinching with shut eyes as the sound of his feeble screams and the grinding of bones filled the air. Rarity cut through the scapula, while keeping the foreleg shoulder joint complete, and sliced the remaining flesh around the back of the shoulders to meet the first incision by the ribs. Again, they heard the disgusting ‘pop’ sound of the limb being removed, and the lid of the chest freezer opening and closing again.

“One down, one to go!” Rarity said cheerfully.

“W-what…?” Diamond stared at her in terrified amazement. It still wasn’t over.

“Did you really think that you could get away with just losing one leg? I told you that if your loyalty falters, then Lavender Bloom has to pay the price,” Rarity reminded him. “not only did she lose her cutie mark and one of her back legs because of your betrayal, now she also has to watch her best friend suffer twice as much.”

“That makes no sense!” Diamond breathed out. “How is that fair?”

“You should be asking her, not me,” Rarity sneered, pointing a hoof at Starlight. “she started this whole mess, and there was nothing fair about what she did.”

Diamond didn’t have a chance to say anything, as Rarity sliced into his other shoulder, repeating the painful, bloody amputation process on his other foreleg. The cerulean stallion was panting and seizing and wincing while blood poured down his body. Having seen what had happened to Jet Set and Lavender Bloom following their dismemberment, Diamond knew what was coming next. Rarity had done the dirty work of severing two of Diamond’s limbs, now Phoenix was going to step in and cauterize the gaping wound with his magic. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and gritted his teeth as he felt the heat of Phoenix’s forehooves on either side of his body. The alicorn pressed his fiery hooves to both shoulders, compressing so hard that Diamond’s already damaged scapula began to splinter. Diamond whimpered and whined, even after Phoenix removed his scorching hooves from his body.

“Subject five’s forelegs have been harvested, as has subject four’s left back leg; all have been placed on ice with subject one’s back legs,” Rarity dictated again. “subject four and five have had their cutie marks forcibly removed as part of the tribute to the Prince of Healing.”

Upper Crust dizzily looked around, trying to avoid seeing the bloody disaster of what happened to Diamond Cutter and Lavender Bloom, mainly out of fear of having nothing left to throw up but her own organs.

“Subject two is now awake, while subject one and five are holding onto life with Phoenix’s assistance; they must remain conscious for the duration of the sacrifice,” Rarity continued. “one more limb is required, and one subject remains whole; subject two.”

Rarity trotted over to Upper Crust, who was crying hopelessly and trying to comfort Jet Set as he limply lay in the bed. Phoenix’s magic was keeping the mutilated ponies alive, but all Upper Crust could ask was:

“Why?” She sniffled. “Why would an alicorn with healing powers be condemned to Tartarus? Why would a pony with such a benevolent ability agree to do such terrible things?”

“Oh, so just because a pony is blessed with a positive power, it means they MUST use it positively, huh? You’re one to talk, you vile hypocrite!” Rarity sneered. “You have the means and the resources to help those less fortunate, yet you don’t – you live in your own perfect little world and look down on ponies you consider to be lesser than you! You dare to expect an alicorn of healing to be kind, when you don’t have a kind bone in your body?!”

Upper Crust was stunned into silence.

“When was the last time you did anything good for anypony besides your rich, elite, stuck up excuses for friends? I can’t believe I ever wanted to be a part of your despicable ranks! I may be a touch snobby myself sometimes, but I have… I had… real friends who were good and kind and beautiful,” Rarity screeched, glaring violent, hateful daggers at Starlight. “yes, they were flawed – so am I – but at least I knew that no matter what happened, they loved me, and I loved them!”

Rarity screamed at Upper Crust with pure, utter hatred in her eyes. Starlight Glimmer gazed at the purple-maned unicorn with bewilderment. Her vision had been reduced with the loss of one eye, but in that moment, she could see more of Rarity than she ever had before. Phoenix stood up and approached Rarity, placing one of his large, gradient wings around her comfortingly. She leaned into his leg and cried a veritable waterfall of tears, and he glared at Upper Crust with the fire of rage burning in his eyes.

“HOW DARE YOU UPSET MY PRECIOUS AMETHYST?!” He growled even deeper than he had before. “Now I understand why she chose you five ponies, you are all cruel, worthless specimens in society… I may be a monster from the belly of Tartarus, but I do not pretend to be something I’m not, unlike you!”

Phoenix hissed at Upper Crust, who recoiled as the acidic venom from his fangs splattered onto her as he raged. His horn glowed dark crimson, and the two remaining ponies who still had their cutie marks began to feel a searing pain on their flanks. Upper Crust and Jet Set were horrified to see the marks that symbolised their higher place in society slowly dissolving away. They cried out in agony as the skin bubbled and melted into bloody, slushy puddles on the beds they were chained to. His magic sealed their damaged flanks and he absorbed the fluid of the melted cutie marks, as Rarity slowly calmed down.

“Thank you darling.” Rarity whispered to him.

“We don’t have to continue right now,” Phoenix kindly offered, licking his lips. “you can take a break if you need to.”

“No, it’s okay, I’m ready to continue,” She smiled. “we’re almost ready to make the ponypar excellence.”

He nodded and returned to his place on the floor by the freezer, waiting and watching as Rarity prepared to extract the last piece of the puzzle. She wiped her eyes with her hoof and cleared her throat.

“I realise that I was rather insensitive when I said you didn’t have a kind bone in your body,” Rarity apologised. “I’m sure you do.”

“Yes, yes, of course, I do!” Upper Crust nodded frantically.

“In fact, I’m wondering which bone it is…” Rarity grinned, eyeing up Upper Crust’s singed back legs.

“I’m sure a smart pony like you knows that’s just an expression.” Upper Crust politely mentioned.

“I just need one more limb…” Rarity insisted. “we can do this the hard way, where I pin you down and take it, or you can be kind and offer one of them to me.”

Upper Crust whimpered. There was no way of getting out of this unscathed. Even if she managed to talk her way into freedom, she would be forever weighed down by the guilt of what the other ponies in the room had gone through, especially her poor Jet Set. With mumbled snivels, Upper Crust lay on her back and shakily stretched out her right back leg. Rarity smiled and begin dictating again.

“Following a verbal scuffle between the sacrifice purveyor and subject two, wherein the Prince of Healing was forced to step in and mediate, subject two has kindly offered her right back leg voluntarily, much to the appreciation of the purveyor,” She said. “an additional note of the extraction of subject four’s left back leg; when drilling into the pelvic bone, subject four reacted in a most… unexpected way, and given that subject two and subject four are both female, I wonder if subject two will have a similar reaction during her limb extraction.”

“Would you care for some assistance, so that you may fully observe subject two’s reaction without fear of damaging the joint?” Phoenix offered.

“Oh darling, that would be wonderful, thank you!” Rarity clapped her front hooves together.

Technically she was supposed to do it all by herself, but Phoenix internally reasoned that not even professional surgeons work alone. Besides, as the one accepting the sacrifice, he could change the requirements at any time: lesser demons did that all the time to prolong their enjoyment, but he preferred to hold himself to higher standards. He meandered over, and Upper Crust began to hyperventilate. Jet Set was about to chime in with a threat in defence of his wife, but one casual glance from the orange alicorn made him swallow his potential words. The dark crimson aura gripped Upper Crust’s fetlock roughly and Phoenix’s long, sharp horn stabbed into her flesh. Upper Crust wailed and screamed as the horn didn’t just flail her skin and muscle away from the bone, but seared it as well, so although there was not much blood, it was twice as painful as she could ever have imagined. Phoenix wielded the rotary cutter, still stained with the blood of the other ponies, and jammed the spinning blade into her pelvic bone around the joint.

“On observation of subject two during the limb extraction, she did not appear to be exhibiting the same reaction as subject four,” Rarity noted. “this could be due to a low pain tolerance on subject two’s part, or an over-sensitivity on subject four’s part; either way, the harvesting is now complete, and we can move onto the main event.”

“What?” Lavender sobbed. “It’s not over??”

“Not yet…” Rarity smirked.

“Why isn’t she being punished?” Upper Crust pointed at Starlight harshly.

“Who says I haven’t been punished??” Starlight shrieked indignantly, jostling in place. “Have you seen my horn? Have you seen my eye? Have you seen my lack of back legs??”

“Oh, Upper Crust, don’t you know I always save the best for last?” Rarity taunted.

Starlight gulped. She wasn’t afraid of Rarity at first – the white unicorn was easily the weakest mare in the original Friendship Test; the fact that she was the only survivor always seemed like a fluke – but now, she finally understood the sheer depths that Rarity’s mental state had fallen to as a result of the test.

“Since we have a freshly removed limb, perhaps we should start with this one.” Rarity looked up at Phoenix, who nodded in agreement.