Fluttershy's Love

Story: Fluttershy's Love
Chapter 2: Cheerilee's Punisment

Author: Zachedwrad94
Co-Author: DropDeadThenDance
Word Count: 3,628

WARNING: Torture, Gore, Dismemberment, Sexual Themes, Cannibalism, and Rape

With a slight smile, Fluttershy slipped the knife under Cheerilee’s skin again and started to cut it away again, and she glanced up when Cheerilee began to scream wildly. She shrugged a little to herself and then refocused on the skin, cutting away at it slowly and with expert precision. Although she was hoping to reduce blood lose in Cheerilee, the knife was still causing more damage than she wanted, and the blood was pooling around Cheerilee’s legs as the process continued. Fluttershy disappeared upstairs again and then came back with a large, metal tub. She lifted the purple pony’s legs and slipped it under her, allowing the blood to poll in the tub as she started working on the skin again.

As she peeled away section after section of the other pony’s skin, she switched back and forth between the knife and the hot rod, searing the wounds and muscle shut. It was a pain staking process, but she finally reached Cheerilee’s face and grinned as she slid the knife under her lip. “This may hurt… A bit,” Fluttershy whispered and then cut upwards, earning some terrorized screams and curses from the now skinless Cheerilee. She looked disgusting, no longer the beautiful purple pony many knew and loved, she was left with only the mess of muscle and blood, her teeth fully exposed, and she was unable to blink, her eyes wide open and shifting about wildly as the pain made her half delirious. Fluttershy giggled cutely as she laid the skin out on the table and then leaned over to her victim with the hot iron. She seared the remainder of the muscle shut and then walked over to Big Mac. “Isn’t she pretty?” she asked as the Red stallion stared in complete and total shock. He couldn’t speak and he could barely move he was so disgusted by what he had just witnessed.

Fluttershy walked over to the body and bit down hard on burnt muscle, tearing a piece off, and chewing it. She swallowed graciously then went for another bite, and then another. “It’s pretty yummy,” she said as she ripped one more piece off. She pranced over to her lover, smiling, as she offered him a piece of the fried muscle. “Want to try some, my love?” she asked honestly. He shook his head vigorously, a foul taste welling up in the back of his throat as he refrained from hurling, but Fluttershy was very insistent. She leaned forward and forced the meat into his mouth with her tongue, then held a knife to his throat. “Just swallow it honey, I’m sure you’ll love it,” she said with a small, innocent smile. Big Mac forced the meat down, gagging, and then closed his eyes tightly, trying to pretend he was eating the rabbit instead.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll cook up some fresh for you so it tastes wonderful,” Fluttershy decided as she scooped up the skin and then took the knife and cut off a large chunk of Cheerilee’s leg, making sure to scorch the wound closed before leaving. She practically danced up the stairs then slammed the door shut behind her, her song playing like a horror movie theme in Big Mac’s head.

Several hours rolled by before Fluttershy made another appearance and she stepped down into the light wearing a new outfit and carrying a shiny plate. She had fashioned Cheerilee’s skin into a full body suit, fitting it over her body in a sickeningly close fit kind of way. “I hope you like my new outfit,” she said as she walked across the floor, smiling from under the eyeless hood of Cheerilee’s skin. “It took long time to get it all stitched up,” she said as she stretched and posed, smiling a bit as the skin wrapped tightly around her thin body. “Oh, and I didn’t forget to make you your supper,” she said as she held the plate of cooked meat out in front of Big Mac. “I cooked it after I finished my outfit, so it would be fresh and hot for you.”

The idea of eating Pony meat, let alone Cheerilee’s, made Big Mac nearly hurl. He couldn’t handle it and quickly shook his head. “I’m not hungry… Dear,” he said painfully.

Fluttershy frowned. “But you’ve hardly eaten anything, sweetie,” she murmured sadly then sighed. She set the plate down on the chair where she had placed the cake earlier that day. “Well, honey, if you won’t eat your meal, then I’ll just have to feed it to you,” she said then scooped up the blood stained knife. She sliced off a chunk of the feet then held it out for Big Mac to eat, but he held his head away, eyes closed tightly, as he tried to think of anything but the slab of meat dangling in front of his face. “Dear, if you won’t open your mouth,” Fluttershy’s voice trailed off, feeling the slight sting of a fresh blade against the corner of his mouth. “I’ll just have to open it for you.”

The shiny knife cut smoothly through Big Mac’s skin and Fluttershy gently kissed him as the knife sailed under his lower lip. She caught the lip and set it on the plate, next to the fried up chunk of Cheerilee’s body. With surprising force, Fluttershy grabbed Big Mac by his mane and held him firmly in place, and slid the knife into his upper lip. She hacked away at it violently, seeming to enjoy the blood and spit that splattered onto her face as her victim jerked. Fluttershy threw the knife aside, an insane look glimmering in her eyes, and she leaned forward and kissed Big Mac’s mutilated mouth. With a small, unexpected growl, Fluttershy bit down on the partically severed lip, and then ripped it off with her teeth. “This is how you should kiss me,” she said as she cast the uselessly chunk of skin aside. “Now let’s finish your dinner dear,” she said a bit more aggressively.

Fluttershy scooped up the cut up piece of meat and then held it to Big Mac’s disfigured face. “Now, take a bite dear,” she said in a soft, loving tone. “Or do I have to knock out all those pretty teeth too?”

Hesitantly, Big Mac opened his mouth. He flinched back, teeth snapping shut, as the pain rippled through his skin and all the way down his spine. He saw Fluttershy’s eye twitch and inhaled through his nose, opening his mouth a bit more carefully. He felt the meat touch his tongue and instantly he felt the nausea set in. He closed his mouth around the chunk of flesh, gagged, and considered just swallowing it whole, but Fluttershy wouldn’t have it. “Chew, dear,” she said gently as the stallion’s eyes fixed on her. Out of fear, he did as he was told, barely able to move his jaw because of the pain, but the idea of what the pink maned nightmare would do to him scared him enough to work through the pain.

Fluttershy leaned in suddenly and placed her lips against what remained of Big Mac’s face. She began kissing him, sliding her tongue between his teeth and under the piece of meat. She pulled it into her mouth as she kissed him and started to chew up chunks of it, then pushed the mashed up pieces down her lover’s throat. He gagged a bit as the pieces slid down with all the saliva and blood, but he forced it down with surprising gusto. It was sickening though, non the less, as Fluttershy greedily licked at the blood oozing from Big Mac’s wounds.

She slurped it up, took it down her own throat, and mixed it with the chunks of meat Big Mac had chewed. She seemed to be completely lost in the taste, her eyes rolling back in pleasure it made its way down her throat. Big Mac gagged on the image and finally he couldn’t handle the taste or the images that accompanied any of it anymore. He dry heaved for a moment as Fluttershy pulled away, his stomach tightening around the partially chewed chunks of meat, and then hurled violently.

The rancid mixture splatted across Fluttershy face and neck, painting her a sickening brownish red, but she barely seemed to notice. She started at Big Mac for a moment then began to smear the vomit onto her hooves. She lapped the vile up enthusiastically, taking it in, and smearing it across her face and chest. Fluttershy gagged a bit then kissed Big Mac again, forcing her tongue down his throat, and then hurled back into his mouth. The red stallion heaved, eyes snapping shut as the mixture burned his throat, and he forced it back into the mare’s mouth.

She pushed against him, pressing her body against him as she pushed the vile mixture back with just has much force as Big Mac has managed. The battle for dominance of the other’s mouth went on ‘til neither one had anything left to give, and finally Fluttershy pulled away, breathing hard. Her eyes were glazed over and she seemed intoxicated as she leaned back, using the mutilated body of Cheerilee for support. “Wasn’t that just lovely, sweetie?” she panted softly then licked some of the vomit off of her face, letting her tongue slide around her mouth. “I hope we have more moments like that,” she murmured. “Just like this…”

Big Mac heaved at the thought, but thankfully had nothing in his stomach to hack up. It was a sickening thought, ingesting another pony’s vomit, and worse yet to think of it as romantic.

Fluttershy pulled off Cheerilee’s skin then wiped her face off on the foul smelling coat. “Well,” she said as she cast it aside like a rag. “Since your stomach is empty, you should really finish your meal,” she said as she pranced over and scooped up the remainder of the meat. “Would you like any help, dearest?”

Big Mac shook his head, left to right, vigorously. The idea of swapping stomach fluids with Fluttershy again was terrifying. “No no,” he murmured through his shredded mouth. He watched her face change, a sharp look in her eyes, and he realized he had spoken to soon. “I don’t wan’ta trouble ya anymore,” he offered slowly, trying to derail her anger before it set in on him. “I can finish it myself,” he continued, trying to ignore the pain moving his mouth caused him. She watched him for a moment, a dark cloud of suspicion hanging above her, but she pushed the meat in front of him and watched from a distance as he slowly chewed apart the chunk of meat.

A small, satisfied smile slid across her face as she watched him eat Cheerilee’s muscle. “I knew you loved my cooking,” she whispered triumphantly.

There was a soft groan on the other side of the room and Fluttershy’s head snapped sharply in Cheerilee’s direction. A wide grin broke out onto her face as she saw the other pony’s eyes twitch. “Oh!” she gasped. “You’re finally up!” Fluttershy said gleefully and then pranced over to what was left of the once pretty mare. “Now we can have some more fun!”

An awful sound started to fill the room again. Fluttershy’s humming, dancing about in Big Mac’s ears as she poked the fire in the bread oven. She looked so innocent, gently bobbing her head back and forth to the rhythm of the nameless tune, and that was what made her so terrifying. Big Mac heard a groan and looked up as Cheerilee started to move. She twitched a bit, her mouth moving a bit, and then she roared. “Monster!” she screamed through her teeth, her head jerking back and forth wildly. “Monster, monster, monster!” she hissed, the seared wounds ripping open as she fought violently against the restraints.

Blood began to ooze from where the ropes dug into her flesh, dying them a dark red, and Big Mac was surprised to see them actually start to budge. Cheerilee squealed suddenly, a sharp, unearthly sound coming from her throat, and Fluttershy stared at her with fierce eyes. “He wanted me,” the skinless pony hissed through her teeth, her eyes vibrant in the pale light, and there was a wildness there that Big Mac had never seen on anypony’s face before. Cheerilee’s eyes fixed on Fluttershy and she snapped her teeth shut. “He wanted me!” she squealed hysterically, slamming her head into the beam she was bound to.

Fluttershy walked up to her slowly, eyes wide, and she looked as if she might rip Cheerilee’s throat out, but when she got close the other pony seemed to find new strength. In a swift, agonizing movement, Cheerilee ripped one of her hooves free and slammed it across Fluttershy’s face, ripping her own burnt skin wide open. The blood splattered across the yellow mare’s face and hit the floor, finding its way to the purple stain where the wine had long since dried. Cheerilee screamed again, ripping at the ropes violently, as she tried to break free and attack the pony who had ruined her.

Fluttershy wiped her face, smearing the blood from her lip to her cheek. She walked slowly towards the bread oven and stood there for a moment, seeming to completely ignore the insane raving of Cheerilee. She stared into the fire, its light cast strange shadows across her face, and the dark shapes flickered about behind her like demons. Softly, her humming began again as she reached forward into the oven and scooped up one of the irons. “Cheerilee,” she said calmly as she turned slowly, staring at her rival. “Since you don’t know how to keep yourself away from another pony’s stallion, I’ll just have to make sure you can’t ever use your whore hole again,” she said in a soft, sad tone.

This infuriated Cheerilee even more, and she jerked wildly against the ropes, tearing some of them loose. She swung at Fluttershy again, screaming, but the yellow mare seemed undisturbed. In a sudden, sharp movement, Fluttershy slammed a hot iron straight through Cheerilee’s shoulder, pinning her arm to the support beam. She screamed in agony, slamming her head into the beam until blood began to spurt from the wound, and she began raving again. “He’s mine, he’s mine!” she ranted over and over, quickly becoming more delirious.

Fluttershy grabbed another hot rod and slammed it into Cheerilee’s vagina. There was an unearthly sound that came from Cheerilee’s throat as steam began to rise from her lower regions, and Fluttershy seemed to be basking in the cloud. With vigor, she yanked the rod back out, slammed it back in, and watched as chunks of inner flesh came ripping back out, stuck to the heated surface. She ripped the rod back out and then grabbed another, hotter one, and shoved it in further, harder, and with a wider smile. She pulled back once more then shoved the rod in full force, putting her whole body behind it, and glanced down to see that Cheerilee’s ‘whore hole’ was nothing but a burnt, mutilated mess of blood and charred flesh.

She nodded once to herself, glancing up to see if Cheerilee was still conscious. Her eyes were dazed, saliva and blood oozing from her mouth as she stared down at Fluttershy. There wasn’t much left of the once lustrous pony, just a heap of burnt meat really, and Fluttershy wondered if she should just kill the other pony. She shrugged and then tried to yank the rod back out, but was meant with resistance. She fought with it, yanking on the metal rod, but it was fused with Cheerilee’s innards, and the more Fluttershy pulled, the more blood and tearing she caused.

She let out a childish, irritated huff of disappointment as she let go of the rod. “It’s really stuck,” she murmured slowly, seeming to seriously consider this a problem. “I’ll have to use the crank to get it back,” she said mostly to herself and then took off into a darker section of the cellar, a part that Big Mac could barely see even with the added light from the bread oven. He heard something fall, some glass break, and then Fluttershy mutter about ‘the whore’, but he couldn’t see what she was doing.

Several moments later she reappeared with an ancient looking crank. She hooked it up to the rod shoved inside of Cheerilee and nodded to herself. “This should do the trick,” she said curtly and then looked up at the destroyed face of Cheerilee. “This may hurt, a bit, but no hard feelings right?” she asked with a smile then started to start working with the crank. There was the sound of metal scraping against metal as the ancient device began to grind its gears. It clicked a few times as Fluttershy manned the wheel, watching as the rod started to twitch inside Cheerilee’s body.

There was a strange sound after a few more moments, an odd ripping sound, and Fluttershy watched as the crank ripped through the closed hole. The foul stench of feces filled the room as Fluttershy yanked on the rod once, testing it, and she saw a hint of what looks like Cheerilee’s intestines. She paused for a moment, eyeing the wound. “I must have gone deeper than I thought,” she said with a concerned undertone in her voice. “I suppose there’s nothing I can do about it now, though,” she said and then shrugged. She started working the crank again and watched as the rod ripped out chunks of Cheerilee’s innards.

Nothing was in one whole part and it all seemed to be inside out. Fluttershy could make out the shredded bits of the other pony’s womb, and watched as the walls around it ripped apart as she continued cranking, pulling out foul smelling chunks of Cheerilee’s organs. Suddenly, Cheerilee’s body lost whatever was left of its fluids and a nasty mixture of blood and shit came pouring out of the mare’s anus, piss drizzling out of random points of Cheerilee’s destroyed section. It all mixed into the tub of blood still sitting under her and Fluttershy watched as the once clean, ruby red blood, turned a sickish brown color and adopted a whole new, horrible stench.

Big Mac watched in horror as Fluttershy dipped her mouth into the mixture, lapping some of it up, and swallowing it. She ran her tongue up Cheerilee’s leg, lapping up blood as she went, and then bit down and tore some of the burnt skin off. She chewed it up and swallowed it as she found her shredded organs. She took them in her hooves for a moment, staring at them, and then took a bite out of what looked like a piece of the large intestine. She sucked on it, pulling in pieces of partially digested food and blood, and then bit down on the meat. She ripped off bit after bit, seeming to savor the vile flavor, and then gagged a little. She threw the organs aside and then scooped up the knife that she had skinned Cheerilee with. She slammed the knife into the other pony’s chest a few times, cutting into it, and started to cut into a pattern.

She dug out the muscle and broke through the chest cavity with the tail end of the knife, smashing bone and cartilage that got in her way. Finally, she found what she was looking for, and reached inside Cheerilee’s excavated chest to pull out her heart. It was still attached, for the most part, and had a soft, barely noticeable beat as it sat in Fluttershy’s hooves. She knew Cheerilee was about to die, but she decided she would savor the last moments of her life as she bit down on the heart. She ripped off a huge chunk, blood oozing out and onto her hooves and legs as she worked on her meal. She bit into it again, sucking out the blood and any other fluids that met her lips and then pulled away, taking a breath. “Would you like some, dear?” Fluttershy whispered through the blood.

Big Mac shook his head slowly, his eyes transfixed on the scene of carnage before him, and he felt his stomach churning, but he kept down the contents for fear of being forced to consume the heart. Fluttershy shrugged then downed the rest of the heart, swallowing chunks of it whole, and looked back at Cheerilee’s corpse. Its eyes were wide open and wild, its mouth hanging slightly ajar, and blood oozed from the corpse’s nostrils and mouth. Fluttershy stared at it for a moment before she crouched down to the destroyed lower regions. She pushed a hoof inside the mess and then her other, ripping the whole wide open. She peered inside the cavity then dipped inside, lapping up blood and feces from the body.

When she came out again, her face was drenched in a disgusting mixture of blood, burnt chunks of flesh, and feces. “It’s still warm!” she exclaimed excitedly and then licked some of the nastiness off her face. She leaned down again and took a mouthful of organs. She backed away from the body then walked over to Big Mac, seeming oblivious to the look of terror on the Stallion’s face. She pushed herself onto him and kissed him roughly, chunks of organs, shit, and saliva oozing out of her mouth as Big Mac tried desperately to keep the stuff out of his own.

The only thing Big Mac could do was lay there and accept the kiss, gagging on the taste of iron and shit.