Shootout at the Spa

by DeathToPonies

Rating: mature
Tags: Drama, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Fluttershy, Porn, Fetish, Spike, Rarity, Profanity, Gabby, Violence, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Death, Human
Length: 8263

A normal day at the spa for Rarity takes a sudden unexpected turn when a slight legal disaster has her day going from soaking her breasts to having to kill everyone in the building, including her best friend. The only question - will it be worrh it?

Rarity's not having a great day. An already annoying day takes a nasty turn when a normal outing at the spa collides with a slight legal disaster that has her day going from soaking her breasts to possibly having to kill everyone in the building, including her best friends. The only question - will it be worth it?

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This is a snuff fetish story. A snuff story depicts the acts of violence and murder in very sexual way. On a personal level, Rarity is my favorite character to experience these kind of mental breaks, so if you do not enjoy reading her suffer from reality-shattering psychosis and a life-altering ego so large that it causes her to make the most extreme choices possible for self-preservation, this story is not for you.

Published 2024-04-29 17:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-04-29 17:40:01 UTC

Rarity's Best Attempt

Rarity stared down at her cup of hot chocolate, which was just about her only peace in the world right now. It was her rock. Her solid, thick, throbbing rock, the one single thing holding her sanity together after a week of not getting dicked down. It kept her grounded, it kept her life consistent, and with a single sip, she knew it would instantly calm her insanely shot nerves, and stop her damn foot from tapping, which had been going on for some time now. In no simpler terms, without this hot chocolate, her life would be in shambles.

And it was missing the whipped cream.

"Doin' ok, Rar?" asked Pinkie Pie obliviously, leaning forward in her cute little waitress outfit, having just served Rarity this wonderfully incomplete cup just moments ago. Rarity smirked for half a second, her face twitching in disbelief that this bitch had just asked her this, before reverting to a more neutral expression, slowly turning up to face her "friend".

"Pinkie," she said, ever sweetly, "I do believe I said I needed whipped cream."

"I know!" giggled Pinkie, her skirt wiggling, "I messed it up on purpose so I could talk to you longer!"

"Ah, perfectly reasonable," spoke Rarity plainly, an image of her bashing Pinkie over the head repeatedly playing in her head, "but, would you mind adding it for me now, please?"

"Okie dokie loki!" sang Pinkie, shaking her hips to the words as her skirt danced along with her. Rarity again fought back intrusive thoughts of pinning this joyous fuck down on the ground and stabbing her several times through her cute little dress with a steak knife, licking the tears from her face as it froze into a permenant expression of shock, betrayal, and horror as her nerves began to fail and incontinence set in, spraying-

Rarity quickly shook her head, clearing her mind as Pinkie skipped over to her with the whipped cream. She got a little closer than one might expect another to pour cream from, squirting it all over the cup before oh-so-clumsily getting a bit on her dress.

"Oh, noooo!~" sang Pinkie, blushing as she smiled lustfully, "I spilled it allll overrrr my dress!"

Pinkie turned her back to Rarity and bent over to wipe her skirt off, bending over enough that Rarity could clearly see her butt, cradled by her lacey pink underwear. Rarity rolled her eyes and sipped on her mug, putting it down with an audible "clank".

"I don't want to fuck you, Pinkie," she sighed, with a tone like a parent telling their child they can't have candy before dinner for the 80th time. Pinkie twirled around in embarassment, her mood immediately changing as her eyebrows dropped and a frown spread across her face.

"Aw, why not, Rarity?" she pouted, "I heard you're really, really good, and I've been soooo horny lately!"

"Yes, but Pinkie, I only take dick," groaned Rarity, with a tone that spoke more to the tedium of explaining such a thing for the umpteenth time rather than the embarassment of discussing such a thing in public, "and very SPECIFIC dick, at that. I have explained this to you many times."

"Aw...." sighed Pinkie, deflated, "I'm sorry...I just....mmmmMMMmm!"

Pinkie threw her arms down to her side and walked off in defeat, pouting all the way. Rarity shrugged and continued to sip her tea.

"She can be so annoying, right?" a disembodied voice spoke in close proximity. Rarity wasn't even surprised - only one of her friends had such a sex doll voice.

"Absolutely, Fluttershy," Rarity sighed, "I mean honestly, some people can just NOT get the message!"

"I know what you mean," giggled Fluttershy, "So what do you have planned tonight?"

Rarity let the irony of Fluttershy trying to flirt with her off the coattails of agreeing that Pinkie was annoying for the same reason slide. She took a sip, and her eye twitched.

"I haven't decided, dear. Perhaps I'll take an axe to some poor girl's skull and drink her blood."

"That sounds lovely," spoke Fluttershy warmly, leaning forward and smushing her tits between her arms. Rarity would try this ever so often - speak her incredibly violent thoughts into existence - but nobody seemed to care. She wasn't really sure if they just ignored it, pretended she said something else, or what. But nobody ever seemed to acknowledge her. At this point, she figured she was just so hot that nobody questioned anything she said. She let out a deep sigh.

"Well, if I don't do that, what about going to the spa? I could use a touch-up."

"Oh, Rarity, yes!!!" gasped Fluttershy, her eyes practically sparkling, excited at the chance to see Rarity nude, "Oh, I'll call and make the reservations right now!"

Rarity rolled her eyes and looked off into the distance, continuing to sip her drink.

As she blinked, the sounds of the world faded out, and she was alone with her thoughts.

The next few hours were irrelevant. The next time Rarity was conscious of her actions, she was laying naked on her bed, slowly rubbing her hands up and down her body, breathing deeply in and out. As her fingers slowly caressed her smooth pussy, she had a vision of the object of her affection - Spike's young yet large cock, fully erect, its glistening tip on display reaching out to her. She let out a soft moan as she tilted her head back, imagining it penetrating her.

Spike was the only one she could fantasize about. She couldn't help it - she only craved young cock. And Spike had only just finally turned 18, so now she could finally talk about it!

As if by magic, the knock on the door finally came. Rarity hummed and cooed, rolling onto her side and propping up her hips to look sexy.

"Come on in, Spike~" she giggled.

The door creaked open, and Spike, the 18 year old teenage boy, slowly entered the room blushing. He was naked aside from a tight speedo - he knew by this point that Rarity liked to peel it off. Rarity batted her eyelashes as Spike approached her. Her prized possession, his little cock, was clearly visible through his tight shorts, though its blunt, twisty form made it obvious that her little boytoy wasn't hard yet.

Good, she thought. Watching it grow was always so adorable.

"H...Hey, Rarity," Spike managed to say weakly, almost as if he was afraid.

"Hello, my sweet dumpling," Rarity replied, her sultry bedroom voice undulating up and down. She reached out her arm and felt his tiny cock and balls through his shorts. Spike gulped.

"I'm...ready..." he spoke softly.

"Oh, I don't care if you are or not," gasped Rarity, grabbing Spike's torso and dragging him onto the bed. She forcefully shoved him down, breathing heavily, and tore his shorts off, his tiny cock unfurling.

"What's wrong, Spikey-Wikey? Not excited to see me?" she spoke in a slightly dangerous voice, almost threatening. She half was - she was wondering why he hadn't become rock solid by now. Was she...was she getting ugly?

"No, I, uh..." spoke Spike sheepishly, brushing his cock a bit, splitting open his foreskin and and forth as he tried to rub his dick into an erection, "I just came a few hours ago, so..."

"Oh, silly Spike," laughed Rarity, "Whyever would you jerk off just mere hours before you knew we were to meet?"

"U...uh," Spike's eyes shot wide open, and he began stroking his dick more nervously and quickly, "I just, uh...you know me..."

Rarity immediately picked up on this strange behavior. Her expression immediately dropped, and she stared down at Spike with a truly condescending look on her face. He was lying.

"Spike," she spoke sternly, as if a teacher or mother addressing their young, "Who did you fuck today?"

"I...I didn't! Look, R...Rarity, I'm almost...hard..." Spike gasped, his tiny dick slowly starting to rise. Annoyed, Rarity grabbed his stroking hand and bent in painfully back, leaving his cock exposed, the tip just barely peeking out. Spike whimpered in pain.

"Spike, you know that you are to only fuck me. You have been warned so, so many times...we are exclusive, do you understand?" Rarity spoke quicker and quicker, starting to actually freak out. WHO WAS IT. Applejack, maybe? That slut. If it was Fluttershy....oh, she'd have a surprise for her at the spa, that's for sure. Or if it was-

"Gabby! It was Gabby!" whined Spike, still in pain, "P...please, Rarity, you're hurting me!"

The room fell silent. Spike's cock twitched a little in the air, a bit confused as it believed it would be inside good pussy by now. Rarity's eye twitched as she stared down at Spike with a horrified expression growing across her face.

Gabby. Gabby.

"That...slut...?" Rarity barely managed to speak, trembling, "T...that barely legal...slut...? Spike, she just turned 18 a few days ago!!!"

"I...I..." Spike knew, in the bottom of his heart, he was fucked. His eyes darted to the side, looking at the door.

"Spike," gasped Rarity, tearing up, "Spike, I thought we were in love!"

"Rarity, please, she...." Spike began to explain, gasping for air, his confused dick still standing up straight.

Rarity began shaking, before letting out a terrifying shriek. Spike whimpered, now trying to get out from under her, but her thick thighs pinned him down. Downstairs, Sweetie Belle heard it through her headphones. Confused, she began walking up the stairs.

Spike was starting to panic a little as he noticed Rarity frantically look around starting to sweat, but he was able to keep his composure, reasoning that she'd be angry but then let him go.

That's when Rarity pulled out the switchblade from a nearby table with a flourish.

Spike's eye's shot open wide, and he took a deep breath, but Rarity immediately covered his mouth with a firm grip, staring down at the terrified young boy with a grimace.

"You were mine, Spikey-wikey," she spoke coldly, "But I suppose I wasn't enough."

Spike let out a mortified whine, now terrified of the implications of this moment.

"Ohhh," spoke Rarity sweetly, her face growing a sad expression as she tilted her head at her boy toy, slowly moving her knife down to his cock, moving. It was still brilliantly erect and twitching innocently.

Spike let out an outright wail through Rarity's firm hand as he felt the metal of the knife reach his balls.

"You wanna go home, don't you, my wittle Spikey Wikey?" cooed Rarity, tilting her head. Tears filled Spike's eyes as he nodded yes. Rarity smiled down at him and blinked, sticking out her tongue before giggling a bit and shaking the hair out of her face. She leaned in close and whispered directly in his face.

"Too bad."

Spike's eyes grew wide with horror, as Rarity grew a crazed expression, raising her knife hand with an insane grin on her face as she slammed it down with extreme force directly into Spike's little ballsack. Spike let out a pitiful and agonized moan, trying to thrash, unable to escape Rarity's powerful thighs. Rarity began laughing maniacally as blood began splashing everywhere, all over her nude body, as she kept stabbing Spike's crotch over and over with the knife.

The poor boy squirmed and let out several more attempts at shrieks, and his mind was racing, unable to comprehend the sheer insanity of what was happening now. He began to feel feint - was he about to pass out, or about to die? He couldn't even tell.

Rarity let out a wild shriek, clearing up this ambiguity by flinging the knife up directly into Spike's neck after the eleventh or twelfth ballsack stab. Spike could barely elicit a squeak as blood began pouring from his neckhole. His poor dick had deflated completely at this point, wiggling around with his pathetic torso motions and shaking body. After just a few more moments, he fell completely limp.

Rarity's laughs began to calm down, lending themselves to simple heavy and constant breathing. Her eyes wide open, her nude body splashed with blood, she sat on the fresh corpse of her boytoy. She began feeling a pleasurable sensation work its way up her body, and she let it consume her as she moaned in pleasure, vibrating rapidly on Spike's corpse. It was such an intense rush, like an orgasm over her entire body - this was what it felt like to kill.

It felt good.

She probably would have kept up the constant moaning, if not for the sudden and squeaky voice coming from the doorway.

"What the FUCK?" shrieked Sweetie Belle, eyes wide with horror. Rarity was snapped out of her trance, and turned to quickly face her sister with a look of concern.

It was a silent moment, the only audible noise being the dripping blood. Sweetie Belle stood in the doorway, with a horrified expression on her face, looking at her naked sister mounting the corpse of her friend with a bloody knife in her hands. Rarity gasped, breathing heavily, looking down at Spike's corpse, his face frozen in a mortified scream, and then back over at her sister. Both of them had tears start to form in their eyes, as Sweetie Belle took slow steps backwards.

"Sweetie," gasped Rarity, "I...I, uh.."

Sweetie wasn't having any of it. She threw her arms down at her side and screamed at the top of her lungs, before turning and sprinting away towards the stairs. Rarity let out a sob as she flew off the bed, Spike's body tumbling to the ground, and followed her sister as fast as she could.

"SWEETIE BELLE!" she shrieked as she hobbled down the hallway. As she saw her adorable little sister running in terror, she had an intrusive thought at how firm her little ass looked bouncing up and down in her shorts like that.

"GET AWAY!" sobbed Sweetie Belle, rounding the corner to the stairs. She almost made the first step down before her sister's firm grip grabbed her and yanked her back, putting her in a chokehold.

"Calm down, Sweetie, you've got to calm down," Rarity spoke quickly and desperately, trying to relax her sister.

"You KILLED Spike!" gasped Sweetie, fighting to escape her sister's grasp. She kicked her legs, desperate to survive and escape. She couldn't die here. She just couldn't.

"Sweetie, please!" whined Rarity, composing herself to a bit, gripping the knife in her other hand, "Sweetie, listen to me. I had to. Okay? I had to."

Sweetie grew silent, tears filling her eyes as she stared forward blankly, still stuck in her sister's grasp.

"Sweetie, do you remember when we were both kids? Do you remember that cat we uesd to have?"

"Y...Yeah," Sweetie spoke quietly, realizing that she was in a life-or-death situation and that every single moment counted. She had to get out of here as fast as she could. Just tell Rarity what she wanted to hear.

"Her name was Opal. Such a sweet kitty," Rarity spoke softy without loosening her grip. She wasn't going to kill her beloved little sister. She just had to hold her until she understood. Just hold firm...

"Mhm."

"Do you know what happened to Opal, Sweetie?"

"H...He ran away?"

Rarity trembled a bit.

"I tore off his scrotum and fed it to him until he choked to death," she said in the plainest tone imaginable.

Sweetie let out a soft sob, closing her eyes.

"I just like to kill, dear. I like to feel pain,"

Sweetie let out a louder sob. Urine began to drip from her tight shorts.

"Please don't kill me, Rarity," she was barely able to speak through tears. Rarity's expression changed to a concerned one, yet still not loosening her grip.

"Oh, dear, heavens no! Heavens, heavens no. I would never kill my own dear sister!" she spoke, before going silent for a moment before finishing, "...I just need you to promise not to tell anyone. Okay?"

"O...Okay. I promise," replied Sweetie in a straight voice, fully intending to sprint straight to Applejack's and not look back.

"I can trust you, right?" Rarity almost spoke in a whisper, her entire body shaking, her grip tightening even further. Sweetie began to actually choke a bit.

"Y..Yes, Rarity, I p...promise. I won't...."

"Oh, Sweetie Belle," Rarity spoke softly, laughing a bit, "I love you so much."

The two stood in silence for a few more moments. Sweetie Belle's piss began hitting the stairs and trickling down. She looked down and saw the front door, right there at the bottom of the stairs. Rarity kept breathing deeply.

"I love you so much," she repeated softly, after another minute or so of silence. Sweetie blinked, her eyes full of tears. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, almost freezing as the two sisters stood in limbo, waiting for the inevitable sudden movement.

Rarity's hand quickly jerked away, and the hand holding the knife flew towards Sweetie's neck.

"NO-" she barely managed to squeak before the knife slashed a straight line through her neck's flesh. Her arms bent into an acute angle as she froze in a mortified pose, before beginning to collapse towards the staircase. She let out a horrible belching noise, a mix between a scream and a shout, as blood began spewing from her neck. Rarity emotionlessly stared down at her hemorrhaging sister as she fell from her arms, tumbling down the stairs.

Sweetie was experiencing the most intense emotions she would ever feel in her pathetically short life. Less than five minutes ago, life had been normal, she had plans for the day, plans for her life - and now her throat was slit by her big sister, her protector, the one she trusted more than anything - and she could only feel the rapid bruising all over her body as she tumbled down the stairs, blood spewing everywhere, unable to emit any noise from her mouth except from a disgusting gurgling noise. She slammed into the front door at the bottom of the stairs, the impact on her brain giving her instant acute brain damage and cracking her skull as the door smashed open. Sweetie's barely-alive form smacked onto the welcome mat outside the front door, twitching and squirming, sudden daylight beating down on her grotesque form.

Rarity's breaths were somehow long and short at the same time - as her chest slowly compressed in and out, her voice was shaky as her eyes filled with tears. Her vision was a bit blurry, as she looked around her now blood-splattered foyer, with streams of blood all over the stairs and hallways leading down to the door.

She saw her poor, beautiful sister face down, half sprawled through the doorway. Her cute little butt jiggled as her body shook once or twice more before going completely limp. Her mind now flooded with dark thoughts, brown and black clouds covering all of her memories and autonomous functions, Sweetie Belle's mind fired its final synapses before finally going blank.

Dead.

Rarity let out a half sob, half gasp, tears streaming from her eyes. However, her mouth slowly twisted into a crooked smile, breathing quicker and quicker as she did, before letting out a shriek that sounded more of excitement than horror.

Oh heavens, she thought to herself in a calm inner monologue, the spa! I musn't be late for the spa!

In a trance, Rarity quickly put on a slim, sexy dress, and grabbed her purse, heading straight for the door. Tits bouncing from her prissy strut, she walked straight over his sister's body, leaving her sprawled out with blood everywhere in broad daylight on the street. She paid it no mind as she stepped over it, the only difference in her mosey being a subtle slow-down in her tempo as she stepped over the corpse. She hummed to herself, walking as fast as she could in the direction of the spa.

It didn't take long for the local police to notice the mutilated teenage corpse spilling out of the front door with blood dripping onto the street.

"Ah, miss Rarity!" exclaimed Aloe in her sweet, caring voice as she saw one of her favorite customers mosey through her door with a sexy strut. Rarity seemed a bit more frazzled than usual, but to Aloe, that was pretty normal for people coming to the spa to relax.

"Hello, dearie," Rarity giggled, approaching the counter. At this point, her mind had already snapped, shoving her brutal murders of Spike and Sweetie Belle to the back of her mind. They were TOMORROW'S problem - or possibly TONIGHT - whenever! Just not now...

"Miss Fluttershy is already here," Aloe spoke sweetly, closing her eyes and tilting her head towards her normal private room. Rarity flashed a smile in response, before walking towards the room. She barely even thought about the bloodbath she had left at her home just minutes earlier, instead ready for a nice, relaxing time at the spa.

She opened the door, steam blowing out, and saw Fluttershy's beautiful nude form in the hot tub getting a massage from Lotus. Though she was humming a simple tune, Fluttershy's eyes shot open and she gasped with joy when she saw Rarity, who gave her a simple smile in response.

"Oh, hello, Rarity!" Fluttershy spoke enthusiastically, slowly getting up, her body and hair dripping wet, streams of water dripping from her massive tits and wide hips, the soft pitter patter of her wet feet on the ground complimenting her assets swaying back and forth cutely.

"It's so nice to see you too, darling," sighed Rarity, taking off her tight dress, her tits spilling out and bouncing a bit to Fluttershy's delight.

"It's been quite the day."

Police Captain Flitter blinked, her thousand-yard stare piercing directly through deputy Lyra, who stood in front of her, trembling.

"In broad daylight, you say," Flitter repeated calmly. Lyra, who was nearly in tears, nodded. Flitter sighed, and thumbed through her clipboard, before beginning to write, confirming details with her deputy as she wrote down her report.

"So you were just walking down the street, and..."

"S...screams. Lots of screaming."

"And you went to investigate and you saw..."

"Sweetie Belle...Rarity's little sister. Dead. Blood everywhere."

"Right in front of her house?"

"Right in her front door, yes."

"And upon investigation..."

"There was another corpse upstairs, a young man. We think his name was Spike."

"And Rarity?"

"Her prints, her DNA, it's everywhere."

"But not her body?"

"N...No," Lyra gulped, "But her p...prints were on the knife."

Flitter blinked a few times.

"When's the last time anyone saw Rarity?"

"We've got several reports of her going to the downtown Spa."

Flitter took a deep breath, grabbing her pistol from the wall, cocking it, and strapping it to her sexy, form-fitting police uniform. Lyra gulped, trembling, her eyes filling with tears.

"Let's go get her."

About an hour had passed.

Rarity and Fluttershy had gotten almost the entire treatment. Their precious, beautiful bodies felt clean and rejuvenated, and they had been in the zone the entire time, gossiping and giggling. They now stood in a private shower room together washing off. Fluttershy blushed as she glanced over at Rarity again and her beautiful form, her hair glistening with the water dripping down, wondering what life would be like if she shared a bed with such a beautiful woman every night.

"S...So, Rarity," she spoke as confidently as she could, shimmying her shoulders up an down in embarrassment, "Have you ever thought of...settling down?"

Rarity let out a haughty chuckle, not looking at Fluttershy at first. However, as she turned to her friend and saw her serious expression, her droopy eyes looking all hopeful, she let out a more reserved laugh, giving her a skeptical look.

"Pardon my language, dear, but fuck no," Rarity spoke. Fluttershy blinked, her smile twitching a bit before fading to a forlorn expression.

"I, uh...I'm sorry for asking," she said sweetly.

"No, my dear, it's okay!" spoke Rarity, genuinely sorry, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings. You're sweet, Fluttershy, and believe me, if I were to consider dating a woman, you'd be top of the list."

"If?" questioned Fluttershy innocently, raising her head a bit. Rarity sighed, walking close to her and putting her hand on her cheek, raising her head up to face her.

"I like little boy dick, Fluttershy," she spoke plainly.

"Oh," Fluttershy blinked.

"Yes, I'm afraid. It's the only thing I can take," sighed Rarity, "I'm currently fucking Sp-"

Fuck. She forgot she just killed him.

"-S...Spike," she finished, not wanting to sound suspicious.

"Oh!" Fluttershy exclaimed, now smiling a bit, "That's actually...kind of hot, Rarity!"

"Thank you!" Rarity exclaimed, "Honestly, it's so nice to have a friend who's supportive of my decisions. All of you hit on me, let's be real, but you're not as annoying as PINKIE PIE."

"Oh, she's the worst!" Fluttershy agreed, "She's tried to hook up with me before too. She's such a slut!"

Standing just outside the door unbeknownst to the two of them, Pinkie sighed in defeat, tearing up a bit, having heard the whole thing. She was so sick of this. With determination, she turned the corner to their shower.

Flitter cleared her throat outside the spa, standing at attention and crossing her arms behind her, resting on her firm ass in tight police pants. Before her stood her deputies - Carrot Top, Lyra, Derpy, and Orange Sherbette. Also joining them was Bon Bon, Lyra's girlfriend and member of an elite secret service that Flitter always felt she had to prove herself to.

Why this town seemed to exclusively employ attractive young women in their police force was anyone's guess.

"Listen up," spoke Flitter seriously, "We are dealing with a killer in there."

Lyra gulped, and stood up straighter. In truth, she was terrified. Her tension was eased as Bon Bon put a hand on her shoulder, calming her.

"No offense, Flitter, but I've delt with killers before," laughed Bon Bon, before growing a more serious expression, "Now, stop scaring my girlfriend."

Flitter blinked, before moving closer to Bon Bon, almost getting in her face.

"Stop talking to me like that," she spoke cleanly. It was bad enough that her unit was under supervision by these government jokes, but it had to be this snarky, stupid bitch...

The two women stared at each other for a few more moments. Orange Sherbette sighed, shifting her weight to stand contrapposto with a hand on her hip. Above the others, she was just so bored of this situation.

"So, are we gonna, like, do this?"

"F...Fuck you!" Pinkie's voice was loud and clear, freezing Fluttershy and Rarity in their tracks. The two turned to the door, seeing Pinkie standing there, naked and dripping wet, furious.

"Pinkie," Rarity tried to speak calmly, "L...Look. I clearly didn't mean for you to hear that..."

"Well, I didn't have to hear it! I already knew!" Pinkie spat, Fluttershy awkwardly shrinking behind Rarity, "Y...You always treat me like I'm just so much worse for you! That you could never just have some fun with me! A...And you're just out here fucking around with Fluttershy? Seriously?"

Pinkie began to lose control of her words, just sobbing instead. Rarity sighed, slightly pushing Fluttershy away.

"Look, Pinkie, I'm not fucking around with Fluttershy either, okay?" Rarity explained. Pinkie looked up silently as Fluttershy winced.

Rarity gulped. She was brave. She could do this. Her friends would understand.

"I l...like little boy dick. T...That's it, really," Rarity spoke plainly, "A...And, I'm never going to end up with either of you."

All three girls stood in silence, the sound of the shower the only noise around them.

"W...Well, I still love you..." Fluttershy sobbed softly.

"I know, sweetheart," Rarity spoke calmly. Pinkie wordlessly turned, an expression of disgust on her face, going back to her own shower. Rarity took a deep breath, the serious conversation causing the weight of her previous actions to come back.

Her mind suddenly flashed her an image of Sweetie's corpse. Her sister. Dead. Why did she do that? Why is she doing anything?

Rarity let out a loud sob of her own. Concerned, Fluttershy came to her side, rubbing her arm, her massive, naked breasts pushing up against Rarity's back.

"H...Hey, it's okay, it's okay!" Flutershy sobbed, desperate to be there for the woman she loved.

"No, it's not!" Rarity sobbed, "I did something really bad, Fluttershy!"

"It can't be that bad!" Fluttershy gasped, exasperated, "W...We can fix it! Together!"

Rarity blinked. Maybe Fluttershy was right. Maybe she could trust her with the truth. Solve this together. She turned to Fluttershy, a desperate expression on her fac.e

"Spike and Sweetie Belle," Rarity spoke plainly.

"Yes...?" Fluttershy asked expectantly.

"I...I ki-"

Before Rarity could finish, Aloe knocked on the shower. The two girls looked to her, Fluttershy blushing as her nude form wasn't something she was used to others seeing.

"U...Uh, pardon, miss Rarity, but...would you mind getting dressed?" Aloe asked, her voice shaking. Rarity blinked.

"Aloe, dear, you sound as if you've seen a ghost."

"A...Ah, it's nothing, j...just...someone is here to see you...." Aloe tried to speak as calmly as she could.

She was instructed by the police to "calmly" get Rarity out of the shower, and that she was suspected of killing two people. She had never been more terrified.

"Who's here, dear?" Rarity asked, quite innocently. Her mind was already racing, and she reached over to a shard of broken glass just in case. Taking a deep breath, she clenched her fist around the shard, concealing it. Aloe stammered, not sure how to respond.

"R...Rarity...what's....what's going on out there? Who's...looking for you?" stammered Fluttershy, hearing the voices get louder from around the corner.

"RARITY!" commanded the strong, bold, female voice from around the corner, "Come out NOW, with your hands UP!"

"...And then what?" called Rarity back. There was a period of silence, where only the dripping of the shower was audible.

"...And then we'll talk," shouted the commander back at her. Rarity's heart was beating faster than she ever thought possible. She had to think fast. She gripped the shard of glass. Fluttershy, her nude body dripping, looked back and forth, confused.

"A...Alright, darling," Rarity replied shakily, "J...Just allow me to put on my clothes, and I'll be out, okay?"

She turned to Fluttershy.

"L...Listen. I'll be right back, okay, dearie?" she whispered to her friend. Fluttershy, her innocent eyes full of concern and worry for the girl she loved, nodded. She didn't understand what was happening, but she'd support her until the end.

"W...Wait!" Aloe exclaimed to no avail as Rarity walked around the corner and out of the shower. She didn't dare try to stop her knowing what she was capable of. She glanced at Fluttershy, not knowing if she was also complicit in what had happened...

"THAT'S ENOUGH! WE'RE COMING IN!" Flitter shrieked, her squad of armed policewomen bursting into the shower behind Aloe. Fluttershy screamed, trying to cover her naked body, sobbing in protest.

"W...WAIT! WHAT'S GOING ON...?" Fluttershy sobbed.

"SHE'S WITH RARITY!" shrieked Aloe, terrified for her own life. Fluttershy felt her heart drop instantly, shaking her head rapidly.

"NO, I-!!!" Fluttershy shrieked suddenly in protest, raising her arms and revealing her tits. No, wait, wait, wait....

"SHOOT HER! WE CAN'T TRUST HER!"

"NO!!!!!! NO, I PROMISE-"

"SHOOT HER NOW!"

"WAIT!!!! WAIT!!!!" shrieked Fluttershy at the top of her lung in desperation, her voice cracking as she nearly broke into a full-on sob, her tits bouncing as she stepped back, her entire nude body shaking in sheer terror, her mind barely able to process the thought that she was suddenly begging for her life.

Lyra closed her eyes, imagining the horrors of the death scene at Rarity's house, and how truly she believed that Rarity and anyone working with her could not be allowed to live.

Fluttershy, terrified and confused, began pressing her back up against the wall, frantically waving her arms, unaware that she was experiencing her last moments alive. She let out a desperate sob.

"P....PLEASE DON'T SHOOT-"

Before Fluttershy could finish her plea, Lyra made her decision and fired the first shot.

About a dozen bullets hit Fluttershy from all different directions as the others followed suit, piercing her abdomen and chest as her body jerked in reaction to each bullet. She emitted a horrifying sound, a mix of a cry for mercy, a shrill shriek, and blood gurgling out of her mouth, as she slammed into the wall behind her. She was breathing extremely quickly now, desperate to survive, letting out another sob and shriek as she slowly slid to the ground, her arms, growing weaker, moving over the bullet holes on her body. She could barely speak, and she felt her mind begin to go foggy. In desperation, she let out another scream, desperate to cling to life, her body stiffening into a fully stretched out position before shaking, as if it was trying everything in its power to keep going. Urine poured from her pussy, drizzling all over her legs and onto the floor as she took another breath, as deep as she could, and screamed again, now breaking into full-on bawling. Massive amounts of blood poured from her chest as her eyes filled with tears and she coughed up even more blood, it now flowing from her mouth like vomit. Dark clouds began to fog over her mind as her synapses began to fail. She lost all autonomy of her body and slammed down to the floor, but she was still alive, her mind racing with thoughts of despair and death. For several more minutes, she lay on the floor, twitching in agony, clinging desperately to life, before she could feel the final seconds approaching.

In her final moments, she had a single calm thought of herself, in her room this very morning, getting ready in her cute little outfit, wondering what the day would bring, without a single iota that it would be her last morning alive. She remembered as she turned around, facing her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder at her firm ass, smiling at how cute she looked, and how maybe she could end up with Rarity someday.

This memory was cut off by several dozen more bullets riddling her torso and body, yanking her back into reality and delivering so much pain that it caused her to immediately go into shock, experiencing one last moment of true pain and horror before a bullet straight to her forehead blew her brains out as she finally died in pure, unadultred agony.

Just a few doors down, Pinkie was sadly showering alone, the water dripping off her plump, nude body, as she was surprised - Rarity very suddenly had entered her shower. She blinked, looking at the beautiful, elegant form of Rarity's sexy body....smiling at her...?

"Pinkie..." Rarity gasped, out of breath. A tear dripped from her eye - she knew that Fluttershy had just been killed. Some how, some way, Pinkie hadn't heard the screaming and gunshots, but she did.

"I'm...I'm so sorry for how I've treated you..." Rarity smiled simply, trying to enact her plan. She carefully approached Pinkie, swaying her hips sensually.

"U...Uh...you are...?" Pinkie asked, hopeful.

"Yes...to tell you the truth, Pinkie, I've always...wanted....to...you know, be with you..." Rarity said, hopeful that Pinkie was buying her bullshit.

Pinkie, buying her bullshit, let out a gasp of relief, throwing her wet ,dripping body at Rarity and embracing her in a hug.

"Oh, RARITY! YES, YES!" she cried out in pleasure.

"Now...let's have some fun..." Rarity spoke, carefully listening as the foosteps began to approach. She slowly moved herself to position herself behind Pinkie, who was blissfully unaware of what horrors awaited her.

"Oh, RARITY!" gasped Pinkie as she felt Rarity's body warmth all over her, Rarity's hands slowly moving up her torso towards her breasts.

"You like it, darling?" spoke Rarity nervously, as she heard the footsteps just around the corner. She knew what was coming. She gripped the shard of glass carefully, as her other hand began to massage Pinkie's nipple.

"AAHHHNNN," moaned Pinkie as her body shook in pure bliss, just starting to finger her pussy, "Rarity, OH, RARITY, I LOVE Y-"

Without a moment's hesitation, Rarity flung her arm around and started stabbing Pinkie multiple times in the gut with the glass shank as she quickly moved her other hand to cover her mouth. Pinkie barely had the time to get half a second of screaming out in sheer terror and confusion before getting her mouth forcefully covered. She instinctively tried to jerk away, but Rarity had her in an intense hold, and the shower floor was slippery.

Pinkie's mind was going crazy in pure shock, the jarring switch from a sensual moment with her lifelong crush to suddenly being stabbed several times in the stomach causing her to feel an insane range of emotions she never thought possible. She strained her eyes to look at Rarity as she wily flailed her limbs, catching a glimpse of her emotionless face, unable to believe that her friend could do this to her, that it was even a distant possibility. She winced as Rarity slammed the knife straight into her nipple as she sobbed into her hand. Ever optimistic, Pinkie's frazzled brain rationalized at least things couldn't get worse.

As if on cue, several armed policewomen came around the corner and immediately opened fire in Rarity's direction, riddling Pinkie with several dozen bullets all at once. She slammed her eyes shut and shrieked as loud as she could, the searing pain of a dozen stab wounds compacting on top of almost forty bullet holes all over her body. Rarity quickly ducked behind another corner, dropping Pinkie to the floor. As the pink-haired girl jerked spasmodically, hemorrhaging in pain, she fell on her massive, fluffy hair, cushioning her head and saving her from instant death. For several more minutes she writhed in pain, sobbing and shrieking as loud as she could, her eyes growing blurry from nerve endings failing on top of being flooded with tears. As she continued to jerk violently, she began sputtering and choking on her own blood, practically vomiting it everywhere as she pissed herself in sheer terror. She kept autonomy for as long as she could, willing herself to flail her limbs and even move her eyes for as long as she could, absolutely desperate to remain alive. Her entire life flashed before her eyes, all of her innocence, all of the pool parties where she sat with her little pink bikini staring at Rarity, all the mornings she woke up and admired her perfect body, all of it lead to these final, pathetic, horrifying, agonizing moments. She suddenly and abruptly shit herself, feces pouring out of her anus as she let out one final moan of defeat, her vision fading and mind going blank as the police stormed over her, trampling her body without a second thought.

"RARITY!" shouted Flitter angrily, as she approached the corner, pistol drawn. The other guards stopped beside her. Flitter, clearly on edge, turned the corner to where Rarity had ran.

"H...Hey! WAIT!" Bon Bon shrieked as Flitter went ahead of the others into the room without clearing it.

Rarity, her eyes full of death, appeared suddenly next to her from hiding, immediately slashing Flitter's neck. The strong woman gasped in a high pitched squeal, tears filling her eyes as she slammed to the ground. Rarity wasted no time, grabbing her pistol and aiming it up at the doorway.

Unluckily, Derpy was the first to run into the room, earning her a headshot to her skull, her body splattering against the wet floor next to flitters. Lyra and Carrot Top screamed in terror as Rarity reloaded the gun. Bon Bon sighed, grabbing Orange Sherbette - who had kept her attitude of uninterest and boredom up until this point - and yanked her in front of herself, creating her own human shield just in time for Rarity to pack the helpless woman full of bullets.

Orange Sherbette shrieked and sobbed, her body jerking around in agony as bullets ripped through her. Bon Bon tossed her to the ground, letting her bleed out and die as Rarity started to retreat.

"Lyra! Carrot Top! COME ON!" Bon Bon took control of the situation.

Rarity turned the corner to another room - she was completely lost now - to see Aloe, terrified, alone in the hallway. Aloe looked at her in pure horror as Rarity's smile twitched.

"N...No, miss Rarity, it's okay...I...I won't tell anyone....j...just please let me go home to m...my-"

"I'm so sorry, darling," Rarity spoke calmly, raising her pistol, "It's nothing personal."

"NO-" Aloe couldn't speak more than a few words before Rarity sent a bullet through her skull, killing her instantly. The loyal spa attendant slumped to the ground, banging her head on the wall in a gruesome way, splitting open her skull. Rarity let out a little giggle, now ready to make her escape.

However, as she walked towards the exit, she noticed someone in a room through the window.

Anyone else in town, she'd keep moving. She had to go, after all. Her enemies were after her, after all.

But this motherfucker.

Among all the other screaming spa patrons, having heard the gunfire or seen the many people dying around them and beginning to flee, one girl in a private room sat alone, humming quietly as her loud music played, drowning out all of the sound around her. The happy girl laughed and giggled, washing her young, naked body in her private room, unaware that Rarity was staring right at her through the window.

Rarity's smile twitched again.

Gabby.

Rarity watched in amazement as the 18 year old slut innocently washed herself, not a care in the world, oblivious to the chaos.

"How...can you...just...."

Rarity's heart began racing, a feeling of intense anger and rage filling her chest.

She burst the door open, causing the girl to shriek and cover herself. Rarity raised the pistol to Gabby's temple and pressed it into her skull.

"WAIT! WAIT! WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK! WAIT!" screamed Gabby, tears forming in her eyes.

"Give me a reason, darling! GIVE ME A REASON! TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T FUCKING KILL YOU!" Rarity shrieked, an insane expression in her eyes.

"I....I..." Gabby couldn't think of anything.

"GABBY!" screamed Rarity, tears forming in her own eyes, "GABBY, WHY? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO GET WITH SPIKE!?"

"W...What...?" Gabby gasped, her eyes filling with tears. Her mind was racing as she tired to put together what was even happening here - Spike had never even told her about Rarity.

"He never even...t...told me about you, I swear!" Gabby stammered.

"YOU FUCKED MY BOYTOY, GABBY!" Rarity screamed, her voice cracking.

"I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T SHOOT, PLEASE DON'T!"

"WHY?!?!?"

"I'M PREGNANT!!!!" Gabby sobbed, throwing her arms down to her side.

Rarity stopped. The world stood still. Her arm shook. Tears began streaming from her own eyes.

"W...What...?" Rarity asked in a whisper, lowering the gun.

"I'm pregnant with his kid," sobbed Gabby, "I...I..."

Rarity's mouth twisted into a cruel, twisted smile. She began to giggle and laugh.

"L...Look, I...I just don't want my child t-"

Gabby was cut off by a sudden flurry of bullets ripping through her stomach and chest. Rarity fired round after round into Gabby, laughing maniacally as she did, not stopping until she had emptied the entire clip into her.

"FUCK YOU!" Rarity cackled, watching Gabby's body shake and jerk with each bullet, as she emitted horrified screams and shrieks of agony. After a few more moments, she collapsed to the floor, her body twitching as she spat up blood. Rarity reloaded the pistol as Gabby weakly tried to raise her arm in protest, but Rarity unloaded the clip into her again, sending several bullets straight through her skull as she blew Gabby's brains out.

Rarity took a deep breath, tears still in her eyes, as she turned back to the window.

Bon Bon, Carrot Top, and Lyra approached the room carefully, guns drawn.

"...Fuck," Rarity spoke in defeat as she saw them outside the window.

Bon Bon blinked as they approached the room Gabby was in. The three of them peered through the window.

Their eyes widened as they saw Rarity's bloody nude form standing over Gabby's corpse, riddled with bullets. Rarity looked up at them and gave a simple smile.

Bon Bon's mouth twitched into a frown as she motioned for the other two to move in. Rarity calmly dropped the gun and raised her arms above her head.

Carrot Top and Lyra burst into the room, pistols pointed at Rarity, who was still smiling. Bon Bon entered the room behind them.

"H...Hey, girls," spoke Rarity sweetly.

Carrot Top blinked, trembling a bit, scared of this psycho killer. Lyra sighed, growing impatient. Bon Bon stared Rarity down silently.

"Well, come on, arrest me, officers!" giggled Rarity, amused by their fear of her. Carrot Top and Lyra exchanged glances before motioning for Rarity to turn around, putting handcuffs on her hands behind her back.

No. It couldn't end like this. NO!

Rarity shrieked, jumping up right before the handcuffs were locked. In a blur, she managed to stab directly into Bon Bon's neck, piercing her carotid artery and slicing her open. Bon Bon let out a horrific shriek, her hands flying to her throat as she bled out.

Carrot Top and Lyra shrieked in horror, firing shots at Rarity as she ducked to the side, dodging them except for a direct hit to her calf. She whirled around, firing at the two of them, hitting Carrot Top's hand and disarming her and striking Lyra in the chest, sending her flying to the ground screaming.

"NO!!!!" shrieked Carrot Top, begging to be spared as she tried to run, "NO, NO, NOT ME!!! NO NO NO NO NAAAAAAAUUUUGHHHH"

Her pleading turned to screams as she was hit by three stray bullets in the torso. She slammed to the ground with force and began jerking around in seizures, vomitting blood. Rarity approached her and stabbed her several times in the neck with her shank and watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, before dropping her body to slam against the ground with a heavy thud. She then began laughing manically, firing a round of her pistol into Carrot Top's ass for good measure.

Lyra whimpered, crawling away desperately as she gripped her wound, her tits bouncing around from her movement. Rarity sighed, walking over to her and standing over her as Lyra sobbed, desperate to survive.

"W...WAIT, PLEASE, I JUST WANTED TO BE WITH BON BON! I HATE THIS FUCKING JOB, I HATE IT, PLEASE, NO!" Lyra shrieked in desperation as Rarity aimed her pistol directly between her eyes.

"Sweet dreams, dear," spoke Rarity simply, as a gunshot rang out.

The pain didn't hit Rarity at first. However, as she looked down, the massive, gaping bullet hole growing in her chest, she began to feel light headed.

She gasped, dropping the gun and stumbling backwards, trying to catch herself as she fell to the ground. She was bleeding out, and she was losing blood fast.

Rarity's mind was racing as she lay in a pool of her own blood. Lyra, holding her own small concealed pistol, crawled over to her and began sobbing hysterically.

"You fucking....fucking bitch!" she sobbed, spitting on Rarity's face, "Y..YOU KILLED THEM ALL!"

Rarity wheezed, emitting a chuckle. She was fading away.

Lyra picked up Rarity's gun and began unloading it into her. Rarity's body jerked around as each bullet pierced her beautiful skin, leaving gaping holes everywhere.

Lyra began sobbing, smashing Rarity's head with the butt of the pistol, the sound of skull cracking echoing throughout the room. Rarity's smile twitched a few more times as she looked up at Lyra, her face now bloodied.

"f...fuh..." she managed.

"Huh? WHAT?" Lyra shrieked, shaking.

"Fuh..furgot...the...whipped cream..." Rarity choked out, before letting out one last cough of blood.

Lyra blinked.

"W...What?"

Rarity smiled again, before closing her eyes for the final time. Lyra shook her head, raising her pistol and firing directly into Rarity's skull.

It took several days until Lyra's life could return to normal. The media storm following Rarity's rampage was huge, and it took hours of investigation to try to understand exactly what happened. As the only surviving member of the police force, Lyra was forced to do press conferences, answer questions, and help close up the case.

For weeks afterwards, she'd wake up screaming and sweating every night. Every night, she dreamed of the massacre. Every night, she saw Rarity's gruesome smile. She could never stop thinking about it.

"Are you okay, baby...?" she heard Bon Bon's voice next to her. She turned to see her - the woman she loved most - the one who had somehow, against all odds, survived a brutal stabbing to the neck.

Lyra smiled, taking Bon Bon's hand.

"Yeah, babe...I love you. I'm okay."

And she was. She was okay. She had her lover. And she was safe.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee, okay, sweetie?" Lyra spoke, "You need to stay in bed for recovery."

"Sure," laughed Bon Bon, "Just hold the whipped cream."