Corruptionem

Chapter 5

A Wonderful Performance

“You’re one of ‘them’ now.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean, huh?

“Go to hell.”

Trixie didn’t take long to wake up. Her eyes began fluttering and snapped open. She was trapped in a small blue box with stars etched on the sides. Her back hooves and head hung out of holes on either ends of the box.

“Just what do you think you’re doing to the great and pow-” I put my hand over her mouth.

“Now you listen very carefully. I’m going to kill you. How long I torture you will be based on your next words. You may yell, scream, and curse, but I swear to God that if you say ‘great and powerful’ one more time I’m going to make you wish I did kill you.”

Trixie’s eyes went wide with fear. I removed my hand from her mouth.

“Pl-please, Trixie is sorry for anything she did to offend you.” Trixie’s voice was starting to crack and tears were beginning to build up in her eyes.

“No, I have nothing against you personally.”

“B-but why are you doing this? Is it for bits? Trixie has plenty to spare. Or maybe some other... bodily services?,” Trixie stated with a small blush, hope seeming to return to her.

“Nope, I’m just doing this for shits and giggles. Although it has been a long time... I know! I’ll kill you then have sex with you! I’m a genius.”

Trixie started shaking with anger. “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DEFILE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!”

“Now, don’t you ever listen to the rules?” I said with a smile rivaling that of Pinkie Pie.

I reached into a nearby pile of tools and pulled out a very old saw. It was extremely dull, cutting anything with it would be extremely difficult and take a long time. Perfect.

I placed the saw in top of the box and started cutting away. Sawdust flew everywhere, making my eyes sting.

Trixie strained her head to get a better view of what I was doing. Her mouth hung open as she realized what I was going to do.

“No....please no..... DON’T DO THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I’M SO SORRY DO ANYTHING BUT THIS!” Tears were now flowing freely across Trixie’s face. “Please...”

“Lolnope”

The saw had completely cut through the wood. The edges of it were now resting on Trixie’s abdomen. Although this may seem weird, I had never cut a pony in half before. I had no idea how hard it was going to be, let alone how long Trixie was going to last. Well, the best way to solve a problem is by diving into it. Or in this case, cutting into it. That one was a kneeslapper.

Oh shit, I forgot something. I reached back into the tool pile and pulled out a hammer. I began to walk towards Trixie and stood in front of her head. It would be VERY rude of Trixie to use magic while I was punishing her.

I raised the hammer in the air and poised it to Trixie’s horn.

“NO STOP!”

“Hammer time,” I said, swinging the hammer downwards. The hammer hit its mark. Much of the skin on Trixie’s forehead was violently ripped off as her horn shattered in a blast of magic. The force of the mini explosion knocked me off my feet and I fell backwards on my bum.

“OH MY CELESTIA THIS HURTS SO BUCKING MUCH!,” Trixie howled in a bloodcurdling scream.

“Ow.” I replied.

I promptly got up and walked up to Trixie again.

“And for my next trick!,” I said, directing my hand towards an imaginary audience. “I shall saw my lovely assistant Trixie in half!”

Trixie was now crying so much she threatened to cause a flood. Her blood, tears, and mucus flowed off her face and pooled together in a little puddle below her.

“Now Trixie, will you please do me a favor and shut the fuck up?”

She continued crying. With a sigh, l looked around in my backpack. I pulled out a knife, still covered in the blood and brain matter of Lyra. I forced open Trixie’s mouth and began cutting her tongue. She tried to bite down, but her jaw was no match to my strength. It felt as if I was cutting through a raw steak. When the deed was finished, I let go of her and backed up to admire my work.

Trixie turned her head and began spitting out the rapidly forming blood in her mouth.

“Umm..Trixie, if you try to scream again, you’ll probably drown in your own blood. Trust me, that’s not a good idea.”

Trixie continued quietly sobbing as blood flowed from her mouth. She looked at me with pleading eyes that were not bloodshot from the crying. “Pwweeahhe..,” was all she could manage before she began coughing blood.

***

I stood over the body of my ex-best friend. The knife held in my hand clattered to the ground. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His last few moments replaying over over in my head. We were at my house and just got into a small argument. We got angry. We began fighting. I pulled out a knife. I had pinned him down with the cold steel of the knife pressed against his throat.

“Please...,” was all he said before I ran the knife across his throat. His hands shot up to his now open throat. He closed his hands over the cut, trying to stop the blood and return the ability to breath. It was too late, the deed had been done.

“I hope you die.,” I said flatly.

Oh God, I had just killed a man. I was a murderer. And it felt... somewhat satisfying. But of course, I was going to get caught.

I ran out of the room and into my bathroom. I opened the mirror to reveal several miscellaneous bottles of medicine. I grabbed the closest one and began running the sink water. I took a sip of the water, downed some pills. Water. Pills. Water. Pills.

I repeated this action with the medicine until the bottle was completely empty. Then I moved on to the next bottle. And the next. Soon the entire cabinet was empty.

My stomach began to grumble as the effects of the various pills kicked in. I began to walk towards my room using the wall as a crutch. As I neared my bed, I flopped myself onto it. Within a few seconds I passed out.

***

I snapped back to reality. Or at least what I liked to think was reality. How long did I doze off for? Probably only a few minutes.

His last words pounded into my head like a hammer.

“Please...”

I decided to take my frustration out on the closest thing available, the blue unicorn laying next to me. Well, not so much a unicorn anymore, I thought with a small chuckle. If I worked as a comedian, I would be rich.

I go to pick up the saw and return it to Trixie’s skin. Let the fun begin! I rapidly begin moving the saw back and forwards, breaking through the first layer of skin. As I continued cutting I saw from the corner of my eye Trixie’s difficulty with keeping quiet. I put more weight into the saw, ripping away muscles and tendons. Trixie’s body began shaking uncontrollably with pain. The movements made the saw shake, cutting even more flesh.

I had now reached her ribs. I let the saw rest there and put my hands up. I slammed my hands on the saw, pushing it even further into Trixie. I could hear several loud cracking and crunching sounds. The shaking stopped, revealing that Trixie had passed out. Within a few minutes she would die from the blood loss.

Well fuck that didn’t last long. I wanted to have more fun. Well, maybe I could, I thought, eyeing Trixie’s plot. Well she did offer her body and since she been so ill-mannered I believe I should help myself.

I took off my only piece of clothing, my underwear, and approached her flank. I took a key out from my backpack and unlocked the padlock on the side of the blue box. The lock opened and the tossed off the top part of the box. Bloody nearly filled half of the box. Chunks of organs and intestines floated around in the red mixture.

I attempted to pull Trixie out of the gooey mixture from one of her back hooves. The pressure tore her flesh at the cut and ripped her body in half. The only connected parts were the spine and some flesh, which I immediately cut off. I didn’t need the top half of her body anyway.

I aimed the lower mutilated part of Trixie’s body above my fully-erect member, and began to pump it in and out of Trixie’s body. After about fifteen minutes of the monotonous thrusting, I climaxed inside of the bloody body.

I had just lost my virginity to half of a badly cut bloody pony corpse. It is the safe bet to assume that I am the first person that this has ever happened to.

I slowly walked over to a nearby bucket of water and began drinking from it. I had drained half the bucket before I remembered to breathe. I pulled my head up and coughed lightly a few times. I lifted the bucket above my head and dumped it on my naked body. I washed all the blood and other bodily fluids (giggity) from me.

I went outside and sat in the sunlight. I was too far away from civilization to be spotted by any pegasi flying to or from Canterlot, and I doubt anyone cares enough for Trixie to go check up on her or even know where she is.

After about an hour of sunbathing I went inside and picked up my underwear and supplies. Before leaving I spotted a roll of duct tape on a shelf. That would come in handy. I began reaching towards it but stopped myself. I had completely forgot about something. I focused on the tape and it floated to my hand. Fucking sweet.

I wondered what else I could do. Although Trixie knew some general magic she was most powerful at illusions. I imagined myself as a brown mare and concentrated. I could feel the magic forming around me, but it just wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t come close to completing the transformation. Trixie’s magic is fucking pathetic.

Well, I’m bored now. Time to go back on the road to Canterlot. Hopefully I’ll be able to have another long session like that and and possibly another ‘happy ending’.

Onward to Canterlot! Again!

***

Author's Note

Holy shit this chapter was long. My story now has like every single tag. Anyway, thanks to Biker_Dash, XxPon3xDashi3xX, and Nexuskld for helping me with the story and making me laugh my ass off. Also, I'm planning the make every fifth chapter slightly longer like this. Post any pony death suggestions you have in the comments. I need ideas. -_-