Author's Note
Okay, before any of you read this one shot. I want to make something clear. As the warning said there is elements of foalcon in this story. But, it’s not detailed and centered around it like some other stories here. As I typed this story I debated what the villain should do to earn the protagonists wrath. I debated it between this, raping mares and stallions in his care, patient abuse, I even debated putting organ and foal trafficking in this story. But, I thought about it and went with the worst one in my opinion. Because, IMO, I believe pedophiles don’t deserve to live. Before I hear that’s to harsh. What those damn monsters do is worse than me saying they deserve to die. The literally sexually assault children. I don’t care what activists say, I don’t care if I get labeled as a whatever phobe. I hate pedophiles! I mean it too. Anyway, again, if you don’t like elements of foalcon, do not read, especially if you really are sensitive to this issue.
Vengeance
Sparky groaned as his eyes started to slowly open. Everything sounded like it was underwater and his vision was blurry. He heard muffled voices, but he couldn't tell what they were saying. He felt like he was burning up and he was really thirsty. For a brief moment images flashed before his eyes. Images that filled him with fear for some reason. He then heard somepony scream and he shot up from his bed. He yelled out of surprise.
His father all but yelled. “Sparky, don't sit up!” He gently pushed his son back down onto the bed.
Sparky looked at his father and questioned. “Dad?”
Hitch nodded and confirmed. “Yes, son. I'm here.” He smiled happily as he slowly realized he was hearing his sons voice. He gently hugged his son; trying his best not to injure him anymore.
At first Sparky was confused; that was until he looked around the room. He was inside a hospital room, but there was nothing connected to him. Possibly, because ponies still didn't know much about dragons. He wondered why he was in the hospital. Was he sick? Was that what the heat was? Was he running a fever?
He asked his father. “Dad, what happened?”
Hitch broke the hug and asked him. “You don't remember?”
His son replied. “Remember, What?”
“Ah, Good to see that you're awake.”
The voice had caught both of them off guard. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw a doctor walking in. It was then Sparky smelled something on the air. Something that was horrible. As the doctor walked closer. The smell got stronger; whatever the smell was it was coming from him. Before he could ask his father walked up to the doctor and started talking to him. His father must have had allergies. There was no way he couldn't smell what he was smelling.
“Mommy.”
Sparky gasped and looked around. Where in the world did that voice come from? For a moment his mind was gripped by fear. Only to be replaced with a feeling of anger. As he looked at the doctor again; he started to smell something else. It smelled like something was on fire. There was also another smell on the air. He just couldn't figure it out.
“It hurts.”
“Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow.”
“My daddy is gonna.”
He felt his anger growing as more voices started to echo around him. They were voices of children. Voices of various foals. His gazed shifted to the doctor and for a brief moment their eyes met. It looked like another image had appeared over the doctor. He had a sadistic smile on his face and in his hoof was a needle. Sparky's eyes went wide at what he saw in that stallions eyes. What he saw made him ball both of his claws. He felt angry. He felt just pure anger. This monster was far from a doctor.
Hitch asked. “Is it okay for me to take him home?”
“No!”
The doctor and his father jumped at Sparky's sudden yell. The yell seemed to catch Sparky by surprise. Where in the world did that come from? The doctor quickly walked over to him. That horrible stench was so strong. The doctor shined a light in his eyes.
He spoke. “It seems like your son is okay.” He stopped checking him and turned back to the father. He suggested. “But, to make sure I'd like to keep him over night. That wreck was a bad one.”
Sparky questioned to himself. “Wreck?”
Hitch thought about it for a moment; he looked at the doctor and then at his son. His son appeared to be fine. But, if the doctor just wanted to make sure. He sighed heavily before reluctantly nodding.
He asked. “When can I bring him home tomorrow?”
The doctor smiled and replied. “Possibly, in the early morning. That is if nothing changes.” He motioned for him to follow. “Come, I just need you to sign some papers.”
Hitch nodded before turning and walking back to his son. He gently hugged him before following the doctor out of the room. As his father left Sparky gazed up at the ceiling. The anger continued to build inside of him. Just as the voices of the foals started to die down. If somepony else was in the room; they would have seen his eyes flash a hellish red for a moment.
A voice spoke to him. “We will be their vengeance.”
As nighttime fell Sparky layed still in his hospital bed. The voices stopped and he no longer smelled that horrible stench. As he layed there he couldn't help but wonder what that all was. Why was he hearing those voices? What was with that horrible smell? Why did he feel like some....thing else was in the room with him?
“He's attacking!”
Sparky sat up with a gasp as he looked around the room. Someone just yelled in his ear. He smelled that horrible stench again; it was feint, but he could smell it. He turned in the direction of the smell. It was coming from the hallway. He stared at the hallway for a long time.
“Go.”
For a moment Sparky hesitated; he wondered who in the world was talking to him? Slowly, he got out of bed and walked towards the hallway. The stench got a little stronger but it was still feint. As he stepped out into the hall; he saw the stench was coming from down the hall. It was heading towards the elevators. He looked the other way. The hallway was clear; allowing him to leave his room and to follow the stench.
The stench lead him to the elevators. He heard the voice instruct him to press the up arrow. Thankfully, there was already an elevator waiting for him. As he stepped inside the stench grew more horrible. He looked at the pad and heard the voice say three. He nodded and pressed the third floor button. As the doors closed and the elevator ascended to the third floor. Sparky heard a voice.
“What's happening?”
The voice belonged to a filly. He felt the elevator come to a stop and he heard it's familiar ding. As the doors opened; his nose was assaulted by that horrible stench. It was getting stronger. As he walked out of the elevator and onto the third floor. He felt one of his claws clench into a fist. He sniffed the air and turned to the left. He saw a sign that pointed in the direction of the pediatric ward. A growl escaped from him as he started walking again.
As he walked down the hall; the vile stench was at it's strongest. It honestly made him gag on the air. But, he couldn't stop now, he had to get to where the stench was coming from. He heard the fillies voice again. “You're scaring me.” Her voice echoed in his head. He wanted to run after the stench. But, something was keeping him from charging forward. The stench lead him to a room; it's door was slightly open.
“He's in there.”
Sparky turned his head to look over his shoulder. It was that voice again. It sounded like somebody had just whispered into his ear. He focused on the door again. The putrid stench was coming from behind the door. He stared forward at the door; his claw slowly reached for the handle. Slowly and gently he pushed opened the door and looked inside. What he saw made his heart and mind stop for a moment.
The doctor from earlier was rubbing his hoof against the foals genitals. He had a wicked look on his face; while the filly simply lay their on the bed. Sparky looked at the foal and saw her open her eyes for a moment. She was staring right at him.
“Help me.”
Sparky growled. “Enough!”
The doctor quickly backed away as Sparky violently entered the room. The door slammed so hard into the wall; it actually left a indent inside of it. As Sparky walked further into the room something caught his eye. He looked and saw both of the foals parents, they were fast asleep in their chairs. He also noticed two syringe's resting on a bedside table. He must have drugged them and the foal also.
The doctor tried to speak. “Sparky, what are you.”
Sparky interrupted him. “You.” His voice carried an aggressive tone. “You dare.” His voice sounded a little deeper.
The doctor tried to speak again. “Now, Sparky. This isn't what you think.” He tried to reach for something behind him.
Sparky continued. “You claim to be a pony that heals the sick and weak.” He walked closer; he felt himself getting hot. “You dare to don the attire of the healer.” The doctor's hooves eventually found a scalpel.
He gripped the weapon in his hoof as the dragon walked closer. He began to think of a story to keep him safe. Yes, yes, he just happened to walk in as a teenage dragon was going on a rampage. He had just saved a young fillies life. The parents? He thought about it for a moment and decided to just kill them. After he kills this dragon; he'll amputate one of his claws and slit their throats with it. He was too late to save them; but just in time to save their daughter. He looked at the filly; he was a little upset about being stopped. But, now he could see himself as a hero.
He spoke to himself. “Just one more step.” The moment the dragon was close enough. He yelled out and stabbed the dragon in his stomach. He smiled for a moment; only to have it leave him as his hoof was horribly burned. He yelled out in pain as he backed away from the dragon. He looked at his hoof; it looked like he had shoved it right into a burning fire.
Sparky spoke. “You.” The doctor looked at him with fear in his eyes. The scalpel had melted. The dragons eyes were glowing a sinister glow. He continued. “Are mine!” He voice sounded like a deep snarl.
The dragon then lunged forward and pressed the doctor against the window. The doctor could only gasp out before he was made to look at the dragon. He was filled with absolute horror as a monster roared in his face. The dragon had somehow changed. It wasn't Sparky anymore. The dragon had jet black scales with a red underbelly. It's strength was far above the average. The wings on it's back were made of pure fire. But, the thing that fightened him the most was the head. It's head was now nothing but a skull with fire all around it. It's teeth were on full display. It's eyes were hollow black pits. And it's horns looked almost like they were made of pure metal.
The dragon spoke. “The stench on your soul disgusts me you worm.” One of his claws shot to the back of the doctors head. Forcing him to look him deep into his eyes. The dragon continued. “You attacked those who are the most pure, the most innocent. You inflicted horror's that will stay with them for a lifetime. Horror's that are nothing compared to what you're about to experience.”
The doctor was afraid. He couldn't move, he couldn't fight back. All he could do was stare into the dragons eyes. Those horrible, soulless, pitch black eyes.
The dragon continued. “We are their wrath. We are your punishment.” He paused for a moment before he continued. “We are their........vengeance.” He paused again before saying. “Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocent.” The doctor could only gasp in horror as the dragon finished. “Feel their pain.”
The doctor screamed as he felt everything he had done to all those foals. He felt their fear, their pain, how they would plead for their parents to wake up. He could feel the injections of anesthesia in his body. He felt the pain as he would rape them. He could hear their pleas in his head. Hear their screams. He felt like he was burning. He was being burned alive. The pain it was unimaginable. He was a monster, a real monster. He deserved this.
The dragon watched as the doctors body suddenly erupted into flames. He watched as the abomination was burned into a pile of dust. He then heard a small whimper come from behind him. He turned and saw the foal staring at him. The filly was crying out of fear, her eyes were filled with fear, she was afraid of him. He turned away from her.
He spoke in a voice that sounded menacing. But, he tried he best to sound gentle. “He will not hurt you anymore.”
The foal gasped as the dragon started to walk away. She watched as its horrifying frame exited her room and walked into the hallway. For a moment it stopped and looked back at her. She would never forget what she was seeing. It then turned back into the dragon that had walked in; before he walked away.
She now sat in the silence of her room. She smelt a burning smell on the air and looked back at where the doctor once stood. When she saw the burning ash; she remembered how the doctor made her feel. She couldn't move. She felt like she was asleep, but she was wide awake. She remembered how he kissed and licked her neck. She shuddered at the disgusting thought. She also remembered when he started to.....
She looked back at the door and whispered. “Thank you.”