Long Night at Camp Everfree

Applejack climbed on top of Rainbow, their hips grinding in the middle. The farm girl began to strip, fervently unbuttoning her shirt. As every bit of tension was released, a bit more of her skin became exposed to the air and Rainbow’s hungry gaze.

The rainbow haired girl stared at her girlfriend as though she was trying to memorize every inch of her body. Every freckle, scar, muscle, and curve. She loved them all.

Once the last button was undone, Applejack cast her shirt aside, a simple white bra the only strip of clothing left on her torso.

Not wanting to waste any time, they leaned in for a kiss, hungrily tasting each other. Eyes closed, they explored each other through feel. Their tongues roamed over each other, a competition that they relished. Their strong arms encircled each other, grasping at shoulders and hips. Their eyes were still closed as they separated, needing to draw in breath and remove more clothing.

As the weight on the bed shifted, Rainbow Dash was still grinning contently. But even as she was anticipating the return of her girlfriend’s warm embrace, she heard a horrible gurgle and felt a warm and sticky splatter across her face. Her eyes snapped open, and her jaw dropped.

Still teetering upright, Applejack’s throat was slit in a bright red slash, blood splurting out of the wound and onto everything beneath it. The crimson liquid followed the curves of her breasts and soaked the cups of her bra, a spattering of dots appearing across Rainbow.

Rainbow didn’t even have time to scream as a blade came up and found her throat as well. There was only the lightning quick sensation of tearing as the blade slit her throat, and the rush of blood exiting her body. It didn’t even hurt, and in just a few seconds Rainbow felt nothing.

Applejack’s corpse finally fell over, blood splurting out from the impact point between the bodies. Both gazed lifelessly into oblivion, one pair of hands still entangled in death and their blood pooling onto the floor.

“Mmmm!” Twilight hummed as she crunched down on the gooey smore, crumbs trickling onto her front. She chewed the sugary concoction for a few moments before swallowing. “That hit the spot. Too bad the others never came back for their smores.”

Across the fire, Rarity daintily patted her mouth with a napkin to clear it of chocolate smears. “Oh I’m sure they’ve found plenty of other ways to entertain themselves, especially Rainbow Dash and Applejack.”

Twilight laughed, “I swear those two look screw every chance they get; I just hope they don’t get caught by any of the campers.”

Rarity scoffed, “How can you even think of such a vulgar thing! It would be terrible for children to walk in on a couple’s private time!” Her face blushed red in offense and embarrassment.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Gloriosa cut in. “A lot of kids have seen more shit than you give them credit for. And the threat of getting caught would hardly deter Rainbow, you know she loves an audience.”

Rarity puffed up and refused to answer, causing Gloriosa to shrug. “I’ll check in with them later. Make sure they’re being careful. But we should probably let them be for the night.”

“That’s a good point, it is getting awfully late,” Twilight said, carefully raising herself out of her chair. She let out a yawn, dutifully raising a hand to her mouth to try and stifle it. “We should head to bed so we’re rested up for tomorrow. Still got a lot to do.”

“Alright then, see you both tomorrow,” Timber said, also standing up.

“Goodnight,” Rarity said, giving a dainty wave with just her fingers on one hand. She and Twilight peeled off back to the counselor cabins.

Timber and Gloriosa waved goodbye as well, and went off in the opposite direction towards the camp owners building.

This was a two-story building not far from the entrance of the campground, as close to luxury as the area could offer. The pair entered through the doorway on the ground floor, flicking on a lightswitch to illuminate the room full of desks and file cabinets. They went straight past these however, aiming for the staircase to the next floor. Quickly trotting up, they entered into the residential part of the building. Fitted with actual beds and a personal bathroom, it was a far cry from the cabins the rest of the camp used. More well suited to the longer stay times of its users.

Timber raised his arms over his head in a stretch, working out the stresses from his muscles. “Imma probably hit the showers real quick, you should probably join me to save water,” he offered, only half-jokingly.

Gloriosa rolled her eyes and responded “Ha ha, you pervert, just get finished in there so I can turn the lights out. I don’t want to be kept awake by your wonderful concerts.”

Timber laughed as he disappeared through the door to the bathroom, holding a hand out in front of him as though he was holding a mic. He narrowly avoided the sock thrown at him by Gloriosa and quickly shut the door to prevent any further projectile attacks.

Shaking her head, Gloriosa sat down on her bed. She peeled off her shoes and socks, and started pulling open the drawers of the dresser besides her to retrieve her pajamas.

In just a moment, she sat back up to take off her shirt, and a ring of metal was lowered around her head. Her eyes widened and she didn’t even have time to make a sound before the wire was stretched taut, constricting around her neck. The sharp metal cut into her skin, tearing open her capillaries at the same time as it cut off her airways. Her hands came up to desperately claw at the instrument for a few seconds, to no avail. The pressure was increased dramatically, and she could do nothing but let out a gurgle as oblivion enveloped her. The struggling stopped, and the hands fell down. The pressure on the garrote was released, its blood stained loop pulled free of the corpse and allowing it to fall to the floor.

In the next room, the shower ran without trouble and Timber sang away merrily under his breath, blissfully unaware of what had transpired. He didn’t even hear the door creak when a shadowy figure appeared outside the curtain. Smirking, he joshed “Came around to sharing did you?”

His only answer was a sudden snapping as the shower curtain was torn down, the figure lunging at him. Pinned to the wall, Timber had the breath knocked out of him and looked up dazed as he saw the shining blade of an axe brought down on his eyes.

There was a resounding crunch as the metal head buried itself to the hilt in the boy’s skull, splitting the bone in half and causing a massive gush of blood to explode out. The precious liquid mixed in with the shower water and swirled down the drain, rinsing itself away. The axe was drawn out with a small effort, still leaving a crater within the head of Timber’s corpse.

Twilight and Rarity entered into another clearing, this one with a series of cabins set in a semicircle. Each cabin set aside for a pair of counselors, with a communal washroom capping off the end. Pinkie and Fluttershy’s cabin was on the left, Rarity and Twilight’s on the right, and Applejack and Rainbow’s sandwiched in the middle. Not wanting to disturb their friends however, the newcomers gave the middle cabin a wide berth as they moved towards their own temporary residence.

Twilight opened the door, holding it so that Rarity could sneak through behind her.

The fashionista quickly made her way inside, not wanting to give any bugs the chance to follow her in. She also flicked on a lamp in the center of the cabin to give them some more illumination.

After Twilight shut the door, each girl made their way over to their bunk.

Twilight quickly snuggled into her covers, pulling out a weighty tome from underneath her pillow and began to read.

Rarity grabbed a bag from next to her bed, and stood up to leave almost as quickly as she had come inside. At the door, she turned to talk to her friend.

“I’ll just be a moment, I must brush my teeth and other such maintenance before bed.”

“Mhmm. Sounds good,” Twilight replied in a flat voice, not taking her eyes off her book.

Realizing that Twilight was already zoning out, Rarity supposed that was the best she was going to get and shrugged. She snaked out of the door in one fluid motion, less than a second to open and close it. Bristling slightly at the chill of the air, she trotted off across the grass to the latrines with a lamp in hand.

The squat, open-air building was a short ways from the cabins, but thankfully far enough that the smell didn’t quite reach. Already, Rarity’s nose curled in disgust at the stench of the cess pits lurking beneath the cement.

“Now there’s something I definitely didn’t miss about camping,” she thought, thoroughly missing her own immaculately clean bathroom back home. Still, it was what she had to work with. And she wouldn’t let something as trivial as a bit of smell stand between her and good hygiene. So she made her way to the sinks, setting the lamp on a bar of wood above them. She opened her bag and pulled out a dark purple toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Setting the bag next to the lamp, she unscrewed the cap of the toothpaste and squirted a glob out onto the bristles.

A quick turn of the sink’s knob caused water to jet out, uncontrolled and freezing just as expected.

Rarity momentarily recoiled from the cold contact, taking a reflexive step backwards from the sink. Her unexpected flight caused her to bump into something, too close and small to be the wall. Confusion had barely settled in when a strong hand was clasped over Rarity’s mouth, stifling the startled scream that came after. Her eyes were unrestrained though, and had a perfect view as another hand came up grasping one of Rarity’s own pottery knives. The cold, unyielding metal glinted slightly in the flickering light from the lamp before it was driven home. The blade sunk right into Rarity’s eye, puncturing the fragile organ like tissue paper and causing pain to lance throughout her skull.

With some effort it was yanked free and this time plunged deep into her lower back, causing her spine to explode with pain as she realized something very important had just been struck!

Her death was not instantaneous, though, and she still struggled and squirmed against her attacker. Even as blood gushed from one eye, she could see the fountain of red with the other. The loss eventually took its toll however, and her thrashing grew weaker, her head grew fainter, and all semblance of thought just faded away. If she knew she was dying, she also knew that the pain faded as she lost the ability to process anything. It seemed as though she may have simply fallen asleep as her body slumped in the killer’s arms limp and lifeless.

Meanwhile, Twilight was still reading peacefully in her bunk. Though sleep pricked at the edges of her thoughts, she was set on finishing the chapter. Her eyes remained focused on the black text, so clearly contrasting with the yellowing pages. Line after line, running through the story at a rapid pace.

Without warning, the lamp illuminating the cabin was turned off.

“Rarity!” Twilight gave a startled cry as she was plunged into darkness. Reluctantly setting down her book, she scrabbled around the side of her bed until she felt her flashlight. Flicking it on, she turned the beam towards the extinguished lamp.

“What’s wrong with you now?” she asked the object rhetorically. To her surprise however, the reason for its lack of light was quite apparent. The knob had simply been turned to the “off” position. “What the-?” she began to say when a strong blow landed against the back of her head. Stars exploded into her eyes, her vision blacked out, and she tumbled forward off her bunk and onto the floor. Disoriented, momentarily blinded, and woozy, she couldn’t bring her bearings about in time to defend herself.

There was a shattering of glass, and Twilight dimly registered a sprinkle of debris falling on her. This was followed shortly by searing, white hot pain in her gut. The stab turned into a slice, the razor sharp edge of the glass shard opening her midriff into a bright red smile. Blood gushed out of the gaping wound, and even a few entrails began to spill out, caught on the weapon’s journey. The wound sapped Twilight’s strength even further, though she was not dead yet. All she could do though was raise her hands in a feeble gesture of self defense.

An attempt to talk merely devolved into gurgles and gasps. Though the girl’s life was already rapidly fading away, the killer delivered a final blow anyway. A fist slammed downwards, punching Twilight in the face and smashing her glasses into pieces. The force of the blow even stabbed some of the fragments into her eyes, causing blood to seep out of them as well. Twilight led out a final shudder, her body convulsing in its final moments of existence, before she lay still. In death, her head cocked to the left slightly, no longer drawn to the sound of her murderer and instead falling to the forces of gravity like meat.

Still completely unaware of the slaughter going on around them, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy continued blissfully on, the only two counselors left alive in the camp. In fact, the mood had become downright festive.

“Dance little piggy, dance!” Pinkie Pie squealed, the fat guinea pig held in both hands as she rotated in place.

Fluttershy was still sitting on the log off to the side, a small songbird perched on her fingers and both of them swaying along as they watched Pinkie’s antics.

“Be careful with her now, Pinkie, don’t want to scare the poor thing,” Fluttershy said.

“I know, I’m being careful. This little piggy has nothing to fear while Pinkie Pie is here!” the pink girl responded, holding the rodent close to her chest.

“Okay. I think that it’s time for some new friends to come out though. Squiggles has been playing for a while,” Fluttershy said moving the bird to her shoulder and getting up off the log and went over to Pinkie. Holding out her hand, she waited patiently for Pinkie to stop dancing and deposit the guinea pig into Fluttershy’s arms. Once the transfer was complete, Fluttershy calming walked over the pens to replace the critters. The bird in a large wire mesh cage surrounding a tree, and the guinea pig to a small wooden hutch filled with hay.

Pinkie watched from the sidelines, glad that her friend had cheered up from her anxiety earlier.

“I think it’s Mr. Fluffles turn to say hi,” Fluttershy said, moving the roof to a glass house with a heat lamp atop. She reached in to pet and grab the small snake hiding among the rocks. As her hand grew near to the snake however, it struck out. Not having expected the strike, Fluttershy did not remove her hand in time and the tiny fangs found their marks on her bare flesh. She gave a yelp of pain and retreated, at first more alarmed for the snake’s distress than her wound.

“Are you okay,” Pinkie asked, having rapidly closed the distance and peering at Fluttershy’s bleeding hand.

“I’m fine,” Fluttershy began. “Something must have spooked the poor thing, he’s usually so gentle but-” her words slurred mid-sentence as her mind went fuzzy for a moment. From the punctures on her hand, a steady creep of pain and disorientation was growing throughout her body. Far worse than the blood loss, the wound was swelling, and the skin began to turn a disgusting green. “I-I don’t k-know, he’s n-not… p-poison, p...p…” Fluttershy collapsed, unable to function.

Pinkie Pie stared down at her friend in shock, no idea what was happening and unsure how to help. Her hair had deflated like a balloon, fallen limp and lifeless against her head. She looked from the rapidly worsening bite on Fluttershy’s hand, to the small glass box where the offender was still housed.

What she did not expect to see, however, was a fully grown woman looking down at her with evil in her eyes. Green, poisonous eyes. Long, flowing turquoise hair, pitch-black skin, fangs bared in a grin, and for the briefest moments, a forked tongue as it darted out to lick its lips in satisfaction.

“Annoying little bitch, couldn’t have died without saying a word. Oh well, only one left anyway,” the woman said, and drew a knife out of a sheath on her belt. She stalked towards Pinkie, no longer caring about subtlety or stealth.

Faster than thought, Pinkie struck out against the killer. Though small, a fist moving at reality-warping speeds is still quite an impact. And when Pinkie’s punch landed against the killer’s face, the killer briefly stumbled backwards in surprise. Just as quickly, Pinkie launched herself away, bolting through the woods, wanting nothing more than to get away from what she had just witnessed.

Touching a hand to the area where the blow landed, she was infuriated to find that it stung with pain. Snarling, she bared her fangs at the form of the retreating girl, her pink hair fading into the darkness and trees. Her attention was momentarily drawn away by a gurgle however, and she looked down to see Fluttershy still clinging to life.

“Oh do shut up,” the killer said, and brought her knife down in a quick slash across Fluttershy’s throat. Blood splurted out, and her struggling quickly came to an end. With only one final girl left alive, the killer set off into the night, her mind set on finishing off what she started. Soon too the night swallowed her. Now there was naught left in the small bit of light by the cabin except Fluttershy’s swollen body covered in blood, and her animal friends who were now left without a caretaker.