?!?!?!?!?!PINKIE PIE!!!!?!?!??!?

Tentatively, the young filly lowered her aching muzzle to the ground. A shudder rippled through her entire being. She saw the first colour of her life-Red. Her blood. The sores and welts that she had accumulated throughout her lifetime had finally burst, ripped, exploded. She felt no pain. She had become numb to the pain inside and out. She stared down at the rough and ragged rock. All around her identical instruments of torure lay, though different in size and shape, they were all the same to her, just as her and her siblings seemed all the same to their parents. She gave it a solid push, but it remained still. She tried again. Nothing. Mournfully, her watery eyes stared at the faraway pile of rocks. She tried again. Still nothing. Then...

BOOM