Winds of color, book 1: Digging up the past

Happiness is not a reward - it is a consequence. Suffering is not a punishment - it is a result.

-Robert Green Ingersoll

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One-eye Pete was terrified, He was outnumbered, out armed, and easily outclassed in this situation. His strength counted for naught when an even stronger enraged diamond dog as well as a unicorn without a power restraint was against him. He could even see the carnage just past the door of many of his guard’s unconscious, dying, or a combination of both.  The blood from the sword Baney had finally untied from her hair was both dented and covered in blood from its exertions, and now she had her claws free!  Baney was also looking at him with an evil grin and his eyes flickered around the room looking for some way to escape this situation desperately.

What did he have in the room, a dead filly? No, useless.  His scalpel couldn’t hope to compete with a sword. Let alone the dozen or so floating around him. While he was the strongest member of his pack it had took the entire pack to capture her the last time when she was sleeping! His only hope would have to lie in using something as a shield. He looked down… at the filly he so recently knocked unconscious and the gears of his thoughts churned an idea.

Baney approached and as she did he kicked the filly up into his left claw and pressed with a scalpel to the surface of Twigs neck, “Any closer and the filly dies!”

Irid’s face paled but Baney took only a moment to stop and consider, “What then?” was Baney’s sarcastic tone of voice, “if you kill the filly you’ll no longer have a shield, which means I can beat on you all day Doc.

Pete was speechless. His surefire rushed and only plan left had just crumbled. His jaw dropped slightly and he didn’t move until a gloved fist impacted on his face knocking him out cold. The dozen or so swords in the air fell down as Irid rushed to make sure Twig was alright. Pete was sporting a massive red welt where the fist had impacted… on his entire face… Baney’s one punch had cracked the wall he had hit and there were signs that Pete’s nose was broken and jaw shattered from it. Twig however was perfectly fine. Though there was the faint smell of an chemical, probably the same one to have knocked her out in the first place.

Baney reached down and grabbed hold of the scalpel, “Go on without me, down the tunnel on the back exit, and take Twig too. I’ll catch up in a few minutes.”

“Are you sure? There might be more guards around…”

“Nothing I can’t handle, get going I’m going to extract something from the Mare here.”

“Um…Baney… That is a male…”

“Not for long!” on that cheery note Baney pushed a shocked looking Irid out the door, dropped Twig onto her back and shut the door behind her locking it with one of the swords jamming it. She turned back to her new victim strapping him to the table and slapping him until he woke up.

(WARNING: Those who dislike torture and a bit of messed up scalpel uses as well as some vulgarity (in descriptions)  that couldn’t possibly work for long, please skip to the next section marker i.e. the thing below this sentence.)

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Pete groaned, slowly waking up as a survival instinct of repeated pain. It hurt to even think about his face at this point, instead he focused on his mind and forced his eyes open. There was a scalpel a few inches from his face. He let out a muffled whimper of a scream due to his shattered jaw bones and Baney spoke up renewing his fear as he struggled futilely in his bonds as did his many test subjects before had done. He already knew that attempting to force his shackles he had used to restrain test subjects was futile, but he had to try anyway. Baney laughed, as if amused from his attempt like he had did before when the positions were reversed and the test subject some pony else. His eyes widened visibly only to flinch shut as the scalpel came close to his face.

Baney began in a tone darker then he had ever heard her say anything before, the walls seemed to shiver. Shadow and light alike seemed to move away from the  jacketed grey diamond dog who’s hair and shoulders were stained with recent blood, “So you like experiments eh doc? Well here’s a new one for you. What do you get when you Mix a dead Filly with a full grown Diamond Dog ?”

Pete’s eyes seem to widen to the point of where an observer would think they would fall out easily, she can’t be serious, right? Please don’t tell me she is serious. Somebody help!

Baney slowly brought the scalpel down from his eye carving a thin line through the skin, enough to induce pain but not deep enough to draw blood, down the path Pete felt his clothes get cut and when she stopped just above his hip she reached and tore a chunk of the vest he wore away revealing his left torso as the remainder of the vest on that side fell flat next to his arm.  Baney then brought the scalpel back up and slowly cut A deep line around his waist mark. Just above his sheath. Baney grinned as Pete withered beneath his own scalpel, “unlike somebodies, pony and dog alike, I prefer to stoop to an enemy’s level. Baney brought the scalpel down till it was just past his seed production glands then harshly cut a half circle completing it. Baney put the scalpel down done with the first part of it.

Pete was screaming to himself in agony from the few cuts alone, the sound only being turned into a whining moan from the bound dog. Baney reached over and pulled out from his kit of used medical supplies a set of rather… sharp… Tweezers, She used it to grab a corner of the newly cut flesh and Peel. Pete literally shouted in pain as muscle and skin separated from his hip as his hips contents were revealed. She nailed the flap to his sheath with a pair of pins and grabbed the scalpel again with her spare claw. She snipped twice, severing Pete’s bladder from his body and lifted it out replacing it with a surgical tube, he would be peeing constantly now. She cut the Vas deferens effectively neutering his balls. Pete let out a particularly girly shriek as Baney performed all of this. Baney then grinned manically, “What’s wrong doc, I thought you enjoyed medical experiments.

Pete wanted to die, he wanted this pain and misery to end. This was the pain he had been inflicting on others?!  Baney continued her ministrations severing reproductive organs and placing them off to one side. When she was done she cut off his sheath and sew the edges of his skin and muscles back to their proper places and sewed his previously inhabited hole shut. Making pete officially non-gendered. Another idea struck Baney, “I know what we can do with these,” Pete whimpered,” Shut it or ill make you literally eat your own balls. Baney picked up a bone saw from Pete’s kit. Pete’s eyes shut tight suspecting a further pain but were surprised when he felt nothing but heard sawing of flesh and bone. He opened an eye to see Baney holding the dead filly’s hind leg. She grinned at him and he realized what she was going to do, but was powerless to stop as she sawed off his arm, blood spewing in a geyser.

Baney cruelly but swiftly stitched the dead fillies arm to the stump upside down and stitching it together so solidly that there was nothing but a black line of stitches around where they were connected. She wrapped up the wounds while Pete let out an internal scream again, almost passed out at this point. Baney stepped back looking at her own handiwork and snorted, “Hmmm one last thing.” Baney reached for Pete’s favorite scalpel that was more of a short dagger in appearance and plunged it into Pete’s eye deep enough to blind and walked out without another word making One-eye Pete now No-eye Pete. Pete collapsed on his table unconscious from pain and Baney chuckled darkly adding a second one to his rectum. After her ministrations to the unfortunate doctor she considered that there was no way he was going to survive for long with what she had done, and she wasn’t sorry at all.

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Irid almost felt bad for the dog, until she passed yet another pile of dead bodies, then she felt no remorse for whatever it was that Baney was going to do.  She had to focus on what mattered. Twig mattered, she knew. Getting out also mattered but first she had to get past all these guards that were likely in her way. A job easier said than done when armed with four swords in levitation around her, all metal, and an unconscious Twig on her back who stirred from time to time but was still knocked out from the weird chemical that Pete had used on the small filly. She wished she still knew that Earth Rumbler transformation spell from her memory but it wasn’t the time to test out strange theories that made no sense to her amnesia’s faulty mathematics for doing such a spell. Instead she did the next best thing when encountering a guard.

“Stabby! Stabby!”, she chanted the well versed line as she repeatedly assassinated guards with blades from above clearing a path while making sure not to deal a fatal wound she aimed for blows to incapacitate or knock unconscious. Unlike Baney, she wasn’t conferrable will killing others, even dogs who had simply obeyed their pack leader.

Another guard got in the way and he was struck down, at this point Irid was starting to hum a song as she cut swaths out of the guards and an alarm started to go off. She didn’t know what prompted her to start singing or where the accompanying music had started from.

Fortune or choice deemed as soldiers brave dogs,

who from some mother's knee went fast into war.

Devotion to orders meant duly imposing

battle rules no body had heard of before.

She cut down four dogs at once, each with a blade in their gut and collected their spears hurling them into four more before recollecting her recently acquired blades. The dogs formed a defensive formation in front of her and she presented arms and charged singing another verse.

Bright self esteem was taught first as a need,

Still wet behind ears they donned uniform pride,

Honour reigned high but became much misused

as one youth on another keeled over, and died.

Irid slashed the sword of another guards away and stabbed in a mechanical fashion gradually more blades becoming part of her own personal storm. On her back Twig slowly stirred once more unnoticed by Irid, her thoughts purely on the dogs facing her.

How many sweetheats and mothers regretted,

Ever sending their stallions and mares,

Captured for slavery by cruelty and dogs who rutted,

How they will answer my stare.

Gradually the dogs gave way fleeing this way and that; she noticed the amount of stuff she was carrying. A storm of righteous rage had made her horn collect every weapon of the thirty fallen dogs and she dropped all but the original four. The effort would have been too much otherwise.  It was only then she noticed Twig twitching, and that she was now outside of the town and in the tunnel that Baney had specified. A loud  Bang went off and Baney appeared high in the air with a guard evident that she had gotten into trouble before she came and used the guard as a impromptu Ski board to impact with the ground without hurting herself and brutally hurting the guard she had grabbed in the first place. Irid’s eye twitched at the amount of blood on Baney, her entire body was covered crimson.

“What happened?” Irid asked both amazed and revolted at the sight of so much blood on one person who wasn’t their own.

“went through a regiment of slavers who were running away, tore them to shreds.Rather bloody, ready for the next step?”

Irid’s eye twitched, “Okay… now what?” Baney pointed towards the tunnel, deeper in and she noticed it was extremely uphill, “What else? We go up and out.” And they began their walk up to freedom. Gee was it good to be free.