Artwork by NovelAI

**Warning: This is a snuff fetish story. Snuff stories romanticize the concept of death, generally describing the death of the main character in extreme detail. If you aren’t used to this kind of content, it can be incredibly shocking.**

She thought it would be fun.

A way to show off her talent. A way to express herself, her individuality on this bleak and desolate rock farm. She was right, of course - this little stunt put on full display the type of pony she would grow up to be.

If she were to grow up at all. Which, as Igneous and Cloudy would agree upon, she would not.

She’s too far gone - and her mistake may cost even more than her own life.