Fluttershy's Love

Story: Fluttershy's Love
Chapter 4: Rarity's Makeover

Author: Zachedwrad94
Co-Author: DropDeadThenDance
Word Count: 4,392

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

As Big Mac finished the last bite of the salad, the bowl empty, he heard a sound coming from upstairs. Fluttershy glanced back, hearing the sound of somepony knocking on the door. “Now who could that be?” she murmured curiously as she set the cleared plate on the table. “Honey, I’ll be back in a bit,” she nodded to him then grabbed her Rainbowdash Cocktail. She observed the purple contents for a moment and smiled before she disappeared up the stairs again.

The pony outside knocked again and Fluttershy pranced over, opening the door. “Oh,” Fluttershy gasped and then smiled brightly at her guest. “Good afternoon Rarity,” she said as she opened the door a bit wider. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful,” Rarity said as she stepped in, taking Fluttershy’s gestured invitation . “But you’re covered in cuts dear, what happened?” she asked as she raised a hoof, gently touching one of the little nicks on Fluttershy’s neck.

“Oh, I was just clumsy. I was working on something downstairs and I just wasn’t being careful,” the yellow mare said shyly, a bashful look on her face.

Rarity watched Fluttershy for a moment, unsure of what to think of the vague explanation, but accepted it with a little nod. “Well, if you’re sure,” she said then smiled again. “And by the way, dear, I love how you have your hair pulled up today. It’s a simply fabulous look for you,” she said as she pranced over to the couch.

Fluttershy blushed. “Oh, thank you Rarity,” she said with a little smile. “Since you’re here, would you like some tea?”

Rarity sat down on the couch, her hoof resting against her forehead as she inhaled dramatically. “Oh, Fluttershy, dear, a cup of tea would be marvelous!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been so busy all day, one dress after another, and I haven’t taken a break since yesterday,” Rarity explained as she brushed her hair back, letting it fall back down against her shoulder delicately. “I actually came over to see if you still had that roll of pink ribbon you barrowed from me, but I’d love to stay and visit for a while.”

“That’d be great,” Fluttershy scooped up the bottle from the basement again and then trotted off to the kitchen. “How does Blueberry Sparkle sound?” Fluttershy asked form the kitchen as she set the bottle on the counter.

“It sounds magnificent dear,” Rarity called from the couch, finally feeling comfortable and at ease after a long day’s sewing.

After putting a pot of water on to boil, Fluttershy grabbed a box of tea bags and set two aside. She then found two dainty looking teacups, tiny butterflies painted along the outside. She placed the teabags into the matching glass pot, then filled it with boiling water. As an afterthought, Fluttershy grabbed the Rainbow Cocktail and undid the cork, pouring just a hint of it into the teapot. She inhaled deeply, smelling the harsh grape wine and blueberry tea more than the other ingredients, but she could still pick up on them just the slightest bit.

She placed everything on a tray and then grabbed one last thing, a plate that she decorated with some cookies she kept on hoof for unexpected company. “Finally ready,” she said as she walked into the living room again with the tray of goodies balanced delicately on her back, her wings supporting it so it wouldn’t tip.

Fluttershy tilted the tray onto the coffee table and Rarity smiled a bit. “Oh dear, you didn’t have to go to all that trouble just for lil’old me,” she said with a flattered blush, playing on her usual charm.

“It’s the least I can do for a friend,” Fluttershy said as she picked up the pot, filling the cups about half way. “I hope you don’t mind peanut butter,” she said with a tiny smile as she passed a cup to Rarity. “I made these cookies just the day before and Pinkie Pie gave me a ton of peanut butter so I’ve been trying to use it up,” she continued making small talk as Rarity grabbed a cube of sugar from the tiny bowl on the tray.

“Oh no, not all,” she said as she stirred the tea but then paused for a moment as she brought the cup closer to her face. “Fluttershy?” she asked as she looked down at the shiny, purple liquid. “Does this tea smell a bit off to you?” she asked as she took another whiff.

“Oh, that would be the special ingredient I added,” she said in a cheery voice. “It’s something new I wanted to try, and I made it just this afternoon so it’s fresh,” she explained as she picked up her own cup, dropping three cubes of sugar into it. “I hope it’s not a problem, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Oh dear,” Rarity said with a dismissing wave and a slight smile. “I’ve had tea with you a hundred times and it’s always fantastic,” she complemented and Fluttershy blushed again. “I’m certain it’s wonderful,” she said confidently then put the cup to her lips, taking a tentative sip despite her brave talk. She pulled the cup back, staring at it, then sipped it again, taking a deeper swig of her drink. “Oh my,” she said slowly. “It has an interesting zing to it, doesn’t it?” she said then sipped it again. “It’s actually quite good… You simply must give me the recipe,” Rarity said as she finished the cup.

Fluttershy nodded as she poured Rarity another glass of tea. “I will, I’ll even show you how to make it sometime,” she offered and Rarity smiled at her, not sensing the wicked intent behind Fluttershy’s offer. “So how have you been? We haven’t talked much lately,” Fluttershy said as she poured herself another glass.

“Oh, I’ve been fine,” Rarity said. “Busy as usual, trying to keep up with all of my projects,” she said and then laughed a bit. “It can be so troubling being the only seamstress in town, but it’s flattering how everyone is so fond of my work,” she continued, Fluttershy listening as she scooped up one of the cookies. She dipped it in her tea as Rarity told her about some of the recent activity in Ponyville. They chatted for a while, back and forth about the latest gossip hovering around, and then Rarity told of something troubling. “You wouldn’t believe it,” she said suddenly as she sipped at her forth cup of tea. “The royal guard was snooping around Applejack’s home just the day before, can you believe it?”

Fluttershy glanced up from her tea, her interest perked. “What for?” she questioned.

“Well dear, I suppose you haven’t heard much about what’s been going on lately, but dear Macintosh disappeared about a week or so ago now,” she continued “No one’s seen or heard from him since you two split up. Tragic really, you two made such a pair” she murmured then sighed, sipping at her tea again.

“Oh dear,” Fluttershy responded as she set her tea down. “I hope everything is alright,” she said slowly, staring at the pony in her teacup with wide, unblinking eyes. “Rarity?” she asked suddenly, surprising the other pony. “Would you like me to teach you how to make the special ingredient I used in our tea?”

“Of course, dear!” Rarity replied, sensing some of Fluttershy’s depression on the subject of Big Mac. “I’ll stock pile the stuff for my own tea,” she said with a little wink and the two ponies exchanged a soft, light hearted laugh as Fluttershy led Rarity towards the basement door. The yellow mare pulled open the hatch and Rarity inhaled sharply, gasping a bit as the stench overtook her. “It certainly smells foul in the early stages, doesn’t it?” she questioned as Fluttershy descended the staircase.

“It does, but it’s well worth it,” Fluttershy said. “And it’s so easy to make,” she continued as Rarity carefully walked into the darkness. “Watch your step, Rarity!” she heard her friend call from the darkness. “Rainbowdash was here earlier, helping me, and I haven’t gotten a chance to clean up yet.”

“I’ll be careful,” Rarity said as she finally reached the bottom of the stairs. She looked up, the light from the bread oven revealing everything, and she gasped as she stared at the destroyed body of Rainbowdash. She turned sharply when she heard the loose floorboards creek, her eyes catching site of the business end of a shovel.

Conscious, but dazed, Rarity fought weakly against Fluttershy as she dragged her towards a barrel in the room. She pushed the white pony against it then commenced wrapping her in rope, yanking them tight as Rarity tilted her head to and foe, her mind still shaken from the blow she’d received. A patch above her eye had split from the impact, blood oozing down into her face, and leaving a red trail that stained her pale coat.

“That horn of yours is going to be a real problem, what with your magic and all,” Fluttershy murmured as she put her hoof under Rarity’s chin, turning her head back and forth so she could examine her latest victim a bit more closely. Fluttershy stared at her long and hard before she got an idea. “I’ll just have to remove it. Yeah, that will solve everything.”

She went over to the table and looked for her tools, then remembered that she’d thrown them on the floor earlier that day. She grumbled a bit as she picked them up, tossing them carelessly onto the table again. “Here it is!” she cheered as she held up the hacksaw she had used to cut off Cheerilee’s leg. The blade still had dried blood on it, crusty and slowly turning brown, and had a foul smell emitting from it. Fluttershy practically danced towards Rarity and then slammed her hoof into the other pony’s head, holding her still as she placed the saw against the horn.

Rarity twitched as the saw dug into the horn and then, waking from her stupor, began to scream and jerk violently. “No!” she screamed as she tried to fight against Fluttershy’s hoof, shocked by the gentle mare’s strength. “No, not that!” she screamed frantically as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Fluttershy pulled the saw away for a moment, poking it gingerly, and causing Rarity to cry out in pain. “Well, half gone,” Fluttershy murmured as she examined the cut. “Now you can’t use that pesky magic.”

Rarity murmured under her breath, her rambling incoherent, and Fluttershy simply ignored her prattling. “Now that your magic is taken care of, let’s make some use of that horn, shall we?” Fluttershy asked teasingly, a twisted little smile on her face as she pranced around the barrel. She climbed on top of it then steadied her hind quarters just above Rarity’s head. She slid herself over the horn slowly, her body moving up and down as she fucked Rarity’s ruined horn. The white pony twitched and shook in pain, the nerves inside the horn still fully functional as Fluttershy bounced on top of it.

Fluttershy moaned loudly, her body shaking as she came closer and closer to her limit. “Oh, so wonderful,” she murmured softly as she continued, ignoring Rarity’s cries of pain and protest. Then, suddenly, Fluttershy came and pulled herself off quickly, allowing blood and juice to pour out onto Rarity face, causing her to gag and jerk from the stuff getting into her eyes and nose. Fluttershy relieved herself suddenly, causing Rarity to dry heave as urine poured out over her face.

Fluttershy stretched herself out, laying half way off the barrel, and then sighed softly. “That… was wonderful,” she murmured then glanced up, looking between her legs to see the back of Rarity’s head. She brought one hoof up and pushed it against the horn gently, Rarity twitching with pain as Fluttershy moved the horn around with her back leg. “Well, this has certainly served its purpose,” Fluttershy said then sat up. “Let’s get this out of the way now, shall we?” she asked then slammed her hoof into the horn.

Rarity screamed loudly as a harsh snapping sound filled her ears. She shook, tears welling up in her saucer sized eyes, as she watched her horn tear off and fall to the floor. “My… My horn,” she murmured slowly, streams of tears now running down her cheeks. “You took… You took my lovely horn,” her eye twitched a bit as she said this, but she didn’t blink. She simply stared up at where her horn used to be, her eyes slightly crossed. “My horn… Oh, my beautiful horn… My… My… Horn,” she prattled on softly, no longer of this world.

Fluttershy ignored her friend’s rambling as she walked over to a toolbox by the oven. She dug around inside, throwing out random knickknacks and accessories of her new trade as she searched for the perfect item. “Well, Rarity. Now that your horn is out of the way, we can start your makeover,” she said as she held up a large file. “Because everypony needs to look their best,” she said with a devious little smile.

She pushed her faithful chair towards Rarity, a small bowl placed on the seat, and she then grabbed Rarity’s hoof. “Let’s start with a pedicure,” she said as she placed the file against the pearly white hoof. She began to hum again as she started filing away at the hoof, powder and random chunks of it slowly being torn away as Fluttershy worked at the outer layer. It didn’t take long for her to reach the sensitive skin beneath, cutting into it and ripping the last few shreds of hoof away.

With a twisted little laugh, Fluttershy continued filing away at the hoof until there was no hoof left at all, and the flesh began to tear apart underneath the piece of metal. Blood began to ooze from the shredded skin, coating the file in a pulpish mixture of filed off hoof and blood, which Fluttershy scrapped off into the bowl of clippings. “One down,” Fluttershy said cheerily as she placed the file against another hoof.

Rarity twitched a bit, tears still streaming down her face, and she barely moved. “My horn… My beautiful horn,” she murmured slowly, her head bouncing back and forth as drool began to escape her lips. “Not my horn… Oh… Oh my horn,” she prattled on, earning a strange look from Fluttershy as she continued working on the hoof.

She glanced back at Big Mac, holding her hoof to the side of her face so Rarity couldn’t see her lips. “Some ponies are just crazy I guess, huh?” she asked and Big Mac stared at her, unsure if he should nod or hurl. With a happy little smile, Fluttershy began working on Rarity’s last remaining hoof. “There, finally done,” she said as she observed the bloody stumps that were once Rarity’s hooves.

Fluttershy picked up the bowl of hoof shavings and blood and began smashing them together with the file. She stirred it with a smile then skipped over to the bread oven, scooping up the ashes from the front of the stove and pouring them into the bowl, turning it into an odd brownish color. “There we are,” she said happily as she dug around in the tool box again, finding an inch wide paint brush.

She paused as she stepped in front of Rarity, noticing for the first time that she was completely out of it. “Rarity?” she asked. “Rarity, are you still in there?” Fluttershy asked as she waved her hoof in front of the white mare’s face. She frowned a bit then shrugged. “Oh well, it’s time for some makeup,” she said and then dipped the paintbrush in the bloody ash and hoof mixture. She began smearing the blood across Rarity’s face, painting it above her eyes and smearing it across her cheeks. “That looks so great, doesn’t it dear?”

“Yeah…” Big Mac murmured, gagging a bit as he glanced away.

“Now, let’s finish your hooves up,” Fluttershy said as she pushed the bloody makeup aside. She dug out a can of spray paint, clear coat, and she shook it up. She tossed the can unto the table then pulled out a bucket with a lid, the side of it saying something about the contents being dangerous and flammable. Fluttershy popped open the can and then grabbed Rarity’s leg then, with a giggle, shoved the hoof into the bucket.

There was a few moments where steam began to rise from the appendage, then the shredded skin began to boil, the flesh melting away, and bubbling up with a rank smelling gas. Fluttershy giggled a little as she dipped the rest of the limbs, melting them down to destroyed nubs. After finishing them all off, she grabbed the can of spray paint and sprayed each limb down with the clear coat. “There, a base coat!” Fluttershy said as she finished spraying the stumps, the smell of spray paint filling the room.

“While that dries,” Fluttershy said, trialing off as she grabbed the tub filled with Cheerilee’s blood. “I can do your hair with this,” she said and then giggled. She walked up to Rarity and set the tub down next to her. She grabbed an empty can from the floor and scooped up some of the gore. With a look of pure focus, she grabbed Rarity’s hair and dumped the blood over it. She hummed again as she began rubbing it in, making thick knots in the mare’s mane as she worked the blood into the dark, violent strands.

Slowly, she worked the red into the violent, tangling the hair into a matted mess as she covered Rarity’s head in it, turning her mane into a dark reddish black. “Now don’t you just look wonderful!” Fluttershy laugheded as she said this, testing the weight of the hair against her hoof. “All that’s left now is to paint your hooves and style your hair, right Rarity?” she asked, but the white pony simply continued on about her horn.

Fluttershy grabbed the ashy, blood mixture again and began smearing it across the clear coated nubs, humming all the while. The stumps at the end of Rarity’s legs looked a little like chewed up bits of gum, slathered in some nasty, red sauce, but the fun wasn’t over yet. Fluttershy pranced over to Rainbowdash’s body, scooping up a knife from the table as she passed, then cut the dead pony’s tail off.

She laid the tail out then began braiding it together, pulling it tight as she worked her way to the end. Finally, she tore off some of Rainbowdash’s skin and cut it into two strips, wrapping both pieces around either end of the braided tail. As she hummed, she grabbed one of the hot irons from the stove and melted the skin around the ends to keep the tail together. “There, perfect,” she said with a cute smile as she tossed the iron back into the stove. She had created a colorful, foul smelling rope, professionally braided into a thin line.

She went back over to Rarity and then began pulling harshly at the matted mess, the dried blood crackling and dropping a dark dusty substance onto Fluttershy’s hooves as she worked with the hair. She pulled it back and wrapped the rope around it, tying it into a bow, and then began teasing the mess of hair; giving it some more body and making it look like some kind of afro hanging out behind Rarity’s head. “I think that should do it,” Fluttershy murmured as she walked around Rarity, observing her handiwork.

“Now… I think I’ll give you a wax treatment and call it a night,” she said simply and then pranced over to the toolbox again, digging around until she produced a dark colored bottle of industrial glue. “I guess this should do the trick,” she murmured uncertainly but then shrugged as she went over to Rarity. She ripped the top off the glue with her teeth then began pouring it out onto Rarity’s hind leg. With a satisfied nod, Fluttershy grabbed the shovel she backhanded Rarity with earlier and placed it over the glue.

After a few minutes, she yanked the shovel away with a grin, watching the hair and skin get ripped up with it. Rarity twitched, her leg bleeding mildly as Fluttershy poked the wound. “Oh… Oh… My horn,” she murmured again, tears starting to stream down her face again. “How could you take my horn?” she asked as she stared off into space, her eyes unblinking and delusional.

Finally fed up with the rambling of the delirious pony, Fluttershy slapped Rarity in the face, a look of fury in her own blue eyes. “What’s wrong with you Rarity!?” Fluttershy demanded harshly despite her tiny voice. “You should be ecstatic with your new look, but you just keep going on and on about your stupid horn!” Fluttershy said frantically and then, without warning, began to cry. “Oh, I tried so hard to make you look pretty, but you just don’t care at all Rarity!” she sobbed uselessly, Rarity still staring off into space.

Fluttershy looked up at her friend, glaring through her huge crocodile tears. “Well, if I was a unicorn and I lost my horn, I know I wouldn’t miss it that much!” she said in a fit of rage and then stormed over to the stove, grabbing a flaming hot rod from the fire. “And you didn’t even say thank you for all the hard work I did!” she said as tears continued to well up in her pretty blue eyes. “Well… If you don’t want to forget about your horn, I’ll just have to make you forget,” she said as she picked up her trusty hammer in her free hoof.

She slammed the hot iron into what was left of Rarity’s horn, earning a startled scream from the white mare. “No!” she cried out. “Not my horn! Please, don’t take my horn away!” she sobbed frantically as Fluttershy raised the hammer up above the red hot piece of metal. “Not my… beautiful horn…” she murmured a bit more slowly, her eye twitching again.

Fluttershy slammed the hammer into the rod several times, earning a few twisted cries from Rarity, most of which pertaining to the loss of her horn. The yellow pony cracked through her friend’s skull at last and grinned, grabbing hold of the cool end of the rod as it began to dig into Rarity’s frontal lobe. “This will help you forget that stupid horn,” Fluttershy said as she shoved the rod further into Rarity’s brain, jerking it about inside her skull until Rarity’s screaming stopped.

Fluttershy, satisfied, jerked the rod out and cast it aside, staring at Rarity’s blank expression. “There, now don’t you feel better?” she asked as she patted Rarity’s cheek, the white mare drooling as she stared off into space. “Thought so,” she said confidently, her head bobbing once as she nodded.

Rarity’s brain was destroyed beyond any normal pony’s capability to repair, her mind turned to mush after Fluttershy destroyed the logic center of her brain. Her head fell forward, drool oozing out of her mouth as she stared at the floor, her eyes unfocused and cloudy as blood oozed down from her forehead. Fluttershy pushed Rarity up, setting her straight, and smiled at her. “Now, don’t you look pretty!” Fluttershy complimented, fixing a few strands of Rarity’s hair, and then placing large pair sunglasses on her face. “I bet everypony in Ponyville would be jealous of you,” she said and then giggled. “What do you think, Rarity?” she asked, grinning.

Big Mac slammed his head into his own barrel, an agitated cry escaping him, and startling Fluttershy. “She won’t talk to you!” he screamed at her, gnashing his teeth in anger. “You destroyed her mind! There’s nothing left in there anymore!”

Fluttershy stared at him, eyes wide. “Sweetie,” she said softly, her voice cracking. “You… Shouldn’t raise your voice… to your loving wife,” she said slowly, her eyes still wide as she walked towards him, scooping up the knife she’d used to cut off Rainbowdash’s tail.

Big Mac leaned back, his fear slowly ebbing into obscurity. “I wouldn’t yell if you’d stop killing everypony who came to your door,” he growled slowly, anger rising up inside of him. “Go ahead, cut me up like all your friends!” he screamed at her, startling the gentle little maniac. “I’m going to die down here anyway, why wait any longer?”

Fluttershy dropped the knife to the floor, her eyes filling up with tears. “But… Big Mac,” she said softly. “I don’t want to kill you… I love you,” she said gently then walked towards him a bit more slowly, lips quivering a bit as she spoke. “I was just having fun with you,” she said in a shaky voice, her tears spilling over and running down her cheeks.

“Fun?” Big Mac asked then slammed his head into the barrel again. “You did all this for fun!?” he hollered at her. “Cutting off my lips, my pride, that was all for kicks!? Is that what you’re saying?” he snapped at her, his voice rising as his anger finally boiled over.

Fluttershy broke down, placing her face in her hooves as she began to sob. “I’m sorry, honey! I didn’t want to hurt you!” she said in a small, pathetic voice. “But… But you hurt me… You had to be punished,” she said sadly then turned away, crying as she ran towards the stairs. “Why can’t you understand!?” she screamed as she disappeared, the cellar door slamming sharply behind her.

Big Mac winced at the sound, his head throbbing from the excretion of yelling, and he glanced up. For some reason, he almost felt bad for making Fluttershy cry but, as he glanced at the destroyed bodies of Cheerilee and Rainbowdash, and then looked to the drooling, funky fresh Rarity, he wondered if he was losing his mind too.

He closed his eyes then, desperately trying not to think about his company, and what Fluttershy might do to him when she returned.