A True "Rarity"

There was something different about today. I knew it from the instant that I had woken up, but in my sluggish state it took me quite some time to pinpoint what it was precisely. I usually recalled those types of things but for some Celestia forsaken reason I just couldn't manage to do so today. But then like a flash of lightning I remembered it all. Watching my diary burn, working on Sweet Apple Acres, and watching Spike cry in front of Twilight and myself. While I pictured that last detail a grin lit up my face. Seeing that mental image of him bawling only made it more enjoyable. My grin soon became a wide smile, and that smile almost turned into laughter. And it would have been a laugh on on any other given day. But this day of course, was a very different day.

It was an execution day, and the last execution day ever recorded was almost one thousand years ago. And that was a very special day indeed; for not only did it mark the true ending of the Lunar Rebellion, it was originally going to be the execution of Princess Luna. Now, all the textbooks and records say that she was banished from the Greater Solar Kingdoms and sent to the moon, but there is more to that foalhood tale then meets the eye. I firmly believe Luna was meant to be executed that day and would have been. The reasoning? The other conspirators in the Lunar Rebellion had either fled or were captured and killed. Luna would have executed but she was able to flee to the moon. How she did it was beyond me, but I would be surprised if Princess Celestia herself had a hand in her escape. Regardless of this tale that was the last recorded execution date; or any real date of that era.

As much as I would like to find out what happened there is still no solid history, or evidence. But there are some things I do know for a fact; such as Pinkie Pie is going to be killed, and tomorrow I would end that worthless dragon's life. I honestly don't know what I am going to do after his death, nor do I have any idea of how I would even try to make an advance on Rarity later on. And there was one thing that still puzzled me. While I would eventually kill Spike (I had no moral qualms or questions about the matter) how would I get away with it? Both the forest or the mountains have treacherous terrain and make for excellent hiding spots; it would attract far too much suspicion if his body were to be found.

Or I could falsify a suicide.

I considered that thought and it came to me that the only problem with that theory is the lack of Spikes "suicidal" motives. The loss of a drug supply was too.....far-fetched and feeble to be a legitimate explanation for suicide; even for an emotionally immature and unstable dragon. I know now all of the who's, and what's, and why's, where's and when's; but I hadn't the slightest idea of how........

As my crusted eyes remained shut, I took in a breath of air through my nose, and I immediately smelt roses.

Heatstroke had laid those for me. I sleepily recalled.

He cares about me right?

Of course he does Twilight, don't be silly.

And besides, his care is greater then anyponys; and especially over Spike.

I shouldn't have taken that baby dragon in the first place, I should have just left him Princess Celestia, and there and everything would have been taken care of. But noooo you want to be Mrs. Nice Pony and just had to take him with you.

I thought of how life would be without him. I could see no reason for him to be with me anymore. But some part of me yearned to be with him. I think it was his presence, no just the presence of somepony else was what I needed. I think Princess Celestia knew that too, that's why she made me move to Ponyville and wanted me to write those friendship reports. But now I hardly write to her at all! It's like my whole life now has somehow become perfect, and now everypony else has friendship problems and reports to send her.

But my life isn't perfect is it?

No. It was far from it.

Just as I began to ponder on the how aspect of my problem I heard a rustle in Twilight's bed. I knew by now she must be awake but I wondered, how does she feel emotionally? Losing a diary was a major event for me but losing a dear friend, surely that would leave a different "aftertaste".

And having to witness the execution doesn't exactly provide therapy either.

I still couldn't grasp that law. Being forced to watch the death of your friend, as an example of what not to do. But laws were laws, and rules were rules, but this was one rule that I didn't need to follow; and I have the greater task of plotting. Now, Twilight shouldn't have any doubts as to why I don't want to attend the execution but I have a strong feeling I won't be alone in the library. Twilight won't want to be anywhere near Spike anytime soon, so she'll most likely force him to stay home.

So you know you can't use the house. Where else can you go to think?

If I'm going to create a fool-proof plan to kill that bastard, I'll have to keep my distance until the time is right. I heard a rustle from Twilight's bed again and I looked in her direction. I didn't know what to think as I looked at her. I still had the guilt of being involved in what would soon be her friends death. A sick feeling started to conjure up inside of me and I nearly vomited. It was odd. I could handle intense amounts of blood, but I still couldn't shake emotional pain. Or perhaps with an increased blood lust, a lack of emotion would occur. In order to achieve this blood lust I would have to kill. Of course I can't just go around and kill everypony in sight in order to achieve this; I need to be able to kill and not get caught. The forest would be the most obvious place to do this, as it is filled with creatures and happens to be a secluded location.

Am I really going to do this? Kill furry creatures who have no relation to the situation? Sacrifices must be made.

I became empowered by my thought of sacrifice. It provides.....a comfort to me. How this phenomena happened I have no idea. I was going to become an animal serial killer for the sake of love.

But was it really love? Or lust?

I knew how to answer that question. It was both. I wanted to have my colthood in every crack and crevice of that mare's body, as well provide an equally desirable amount of affection. I did love her, and wanted eternity with her no matter what sacrifice or cost. Billions of lives could never have an equivalent to one of hers.

And what about the value of Twilight's life?

I didn't bother to answer.

"Oh uh.....good morning Heatstroke." Twilight nearly whispered.

"Good morning Twilight." I said back. "I'm...going to be stepping out now if that's O.K. with you."

"Actually Heatstroke......I was....wondering, if you could accompany me today? To the......"

I felt horrible just hearing her say that; and felt even worse with my response.

"I really would Twilight honestly.....but I get queasy at the sight of blood." I lied through my teeth with that statement.

"Oh that's fine then," She gave a little nervous laugh. "You can leave now I suppose...." Her laugh returned to its depressed state once more.

I walked out of the library as fast as I could. I had no need to stay there any longer and only bring her more pain. Perhaps I would make that up to her later; somehow. Although I don't understand what can make up for the loss of Pinkie Pie. After shutting the door as well as ending that thought, I slowly trotted in a death march like style, to the Everfree Forest. As I was walking to the forest I saw the different colored ponies in the streets. Some were brighter colors like neon green, sky blue, yellow and white. While others that I saw had much darker colors, shades of brown, dark red, and a couple of blacks. I must have seen hundreds of ponies. I wondered then, what if a pony's color represented their general emotional structure? Darker ponies posses darker thought, such as Princess Luna for example, and lighter ponies have kindred spirits, and represent purity. Where would I fit in then? I'm a brighter orange red mix, therefore I should be on the purer end of the spectrum. Yet despite all of this, I yearn to kill for lust and love and see no value in certain types of life. And even as I state this now, I'm okay with that.

Well I can see why he left. He has a kind heart and soul. No pony wants to watch another die.

Or he might just not want to be with you.

But why? He did bring you a gift.

Right. And I need to repay him for that. Today I will make my move.

Just a shame that Pinkie won't be here.

Ohh why Celestia why! Why couldn't it have been Spike instead of her!

I started to cry again. And as my tears fell on my sheets, I gently put my hoof on the rose and felt his hoof touching back.

After my self mental examination, I was finally on the outskirts of the forest and recalled why I was there. Part of me still couldn't believe why I was there in the first place.As I walked past the first few bushes and went deeper into the forest, I gradually noticed some signs of life. There was a small bunny trotting around, as well as some squirrels, and a few butterflies. Some animals were peeping out of trees and watching me. I'm sure they were saying amongst themselves, "This one looks suspicious, watch out.". Not wanting to waste anytime I made haste and started the deed. The soft red glow of my horn could be seen, and the same glow was subsequently seen around the rabbit. At first I gently began to lift it up in the air, but then I noticed it was starting to struggle. All the other woodland critters just gazed in my direction, wondering what would become of the creature that was somehow floating a foot above the ground. I eventually began to feel him struggle even more.

I tightened my magical grip on him, but it just made him struggle even harder. His legs were kicking more intensely by the second and I could imagine it would begin to scream soon. Anticipating that, I concentrated on its jaw and tore it off it's face. It started to writhe and shake much more violently, and with the new open space in its mouth; I slowly began to pull it's intestines up and out through that hole. It started to choke as this happened, and it's white coat was now painted blood red. The bunny started to cringe as it's small and large intestines were slowly siphoned out. As the last part of the intestine was out, it made a distinct suction noise; much like the pull out of a phallus. To my surprise however, the creature was still alive. It's chest was bobbing up and down, and I could hear a raspy sound coming from what was left of it's mouth. I wanted to put as much torture as possible on this animal as practice to what I would do to Spike, I then forcibly compressed the animals lungs with magic. As it's last breaths were literally squeezed out, the bunny's pupils dilated and then popped out of their sockets with a squelching sound. A small trickle of blood followed from it's skull and the creature was finally dead.

O.K Twilight get a grip. Just stay calm, take deep breathes and you should be able to phase out whats going on.

As that thought passed through, my mind began to wander; and I thought of what Fluttershy must be doing now.

"Is something wrong dear?" Rarity asked me.

Obviously. Our friend is about to be slaughtered by some guards and you think something may wrong.

"Oh not...uh...not really Rarity. Just wondering when our dear friend Fluttershy is going to be tagging along." I gave her half the truth. Not a big difference though right?

"She should be here any time soon Twilight." Rainbow interjected.

I looked at Applejack and wondered if she would have any input on our conversation.

"It's weird; this whole situation." I said.

"It feels like Pinkie is just gonna pop out of nowhere and say Surprise time for a party! Except she won't....."

Everypony else looked down at the ground as we were walking to the castle including myself. I just thought about her and her trademark laugh, and it gave me a small sense of comfort.

Why in Celestia's name was this happening to such a kind pony like Pinkie Pie?

I looked at the carcass that just lay on the ground. Seeing the damage that I had done to that bunny made me feel even colder then before. I could feel my perception of things start to change, as well as a feeling of readiness. I no knew the time was right to go after Spike.

"Angel? Where are you? Please don't hide from momma again."

Hearing that voice shocked me, and it was obvious that somepony was nearby. I was so careful not to make any sounds that would reveal my location, and I tiptoed my way out of the heart of the forest; and back to the outer shrubbery. I faintly heard that same voice calling "Angel" again; but I didn't bother to pay any attention to it. There were more important things that would, and must be done.

"Well, if it ain't Fluttershy." Applejack said.

I for one was amazed at how fast Fluttershy made it to Canterlot, considering it took us a lengthy amount of time for us to walk there.

Well she is a Pegasus.

But this is Fluttershy we're talking about, not Rainbow Dash. Something's up.

As I was walking past the town bazaar I heard what sounded like a high pitched scream. I knew somepony would find that rabbit's body; but I didn't predict screams over it. I gradually picked up my pace and the library slowly became within my reach. As I approached the base of the tree my body started to become tense and rigid. I knew then, it was time for my finest hour.

Somehow Fluttershy was already in tears. She had cuts and leaves on her and it seemed she flew right out of the forest. Pinkie wasn't even dead yet and she was already falling apart. We all asked her what had happened and she just whimpered "Angel...." and went right back to crying. I looked at my friends who stood like statues around me, and noticed we were starting to make a scene. Rarity and Applejack noticed this as well and coaxed Fluttershy inside while Rainbow and I went inside the castle. All the other ponies started filing in like automated toys and I sighed.

This was really happening.......

The crowd quieted down slightly, and Pinkie......was brought out in a guillotine. As she was being rolled out she was....smiling. She would actually happy until the day she died. Knowing that made me feel a tad bit better about her situation. Princess Celestia soon appeared at the top of the steps with two guards. They quickly moved into place, with one guard standing beside the guillotine, and the other standing directly behind Pinkie.

Why is he standing there?

Oh please Celestia don't tell me he's going to do....that.

Princess Celestia cleared her throat and the crowd became hushed.

"My fellow ponies, we are gathered here today to witness the death of a mare. There is no way I could possibly put this lightly so I'm just going to say it. It pains me to see one of the ponies I've grown so fond of up here; having to die in front of you today. This should not be happening. But as per the Equestrial laws, it has to happen."

She then turned to my still smiling friend.

"Pinkamena Diane Pie.......you have been found guilty of selling illegal substances to a minor and possession of drug paraphernalia. You are hereby sentenced to death, as well as forced penetration."

I couldn't believe my ears! I couldn't begin to imagine the humiliation that would ensue in her final hours. I also couldn't believe Princess Celestia was allowing this to happen! She just said it herself, Pinkie was a mare she was fond of.....yet she was letting her die. I'm sure if it was her sister up there, about to be decapitated and raped, it would be a completely different situation.

Now that I think of it....Luna was supposed to be killed similarly during the reign of the Solar Empire. But she wasn't of course.....and when did the Solar Empire fall anyway?

Celestia looked straight at the guards and gave them a short nod and looked away. The first guard immediately mounted Pinkie, and with short concise thrusts he raped her. I saw Celestia's face; despite how much she tried to hide it as Pinkie started to scream in pain. My own mentor was letting this happen, and there wasn't a thing I could do, to stop it. Whats worse is that I could see Pinkie's face. Her mouth was gaping open in pain and she started to scream. My blood curdled and I felt a chill shoot down my spine. I would never ever forget that feeling. I could see the guard slamming himself inter her flanks and....he was enjoying it. I knew it....and Princess Celestia knew it too. I.....I could see the second guard start to get aroused as well. How could the princess do this?

Although it was the guards hurting Pinkie not her.

But Celestia is in charge.

They guards are just obeying orders right?

But its Celestia who gives orders.

I don't even have anypony to blame for whats happening!

Ugggghhhh!

The second guard...his colthood had extended and was clearly visible now. And I swear, I saw him glance at the princess for.....permission. Whats worse is that the bitch nodded back! And not in a "Oh that's taking it too far." manner; she did it....in a "Yes that's perfectly acceptable!" way! She was probably in heat as this was going on too....and then to my disgust...the second guard started to rub his penis on Pinkie's distraught face.Then.....he just shoved it right into her eye and.....her eye burst. I just couldn't take it anymore. I felt my whole body convulse, and it felt like my organs begin to spill out. My throat started to burn, and looked at my friends for relief. All four of them; Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy; they weren't even looking anymore! The whole time I was the only pony of our group watching......what was wrong with me? Even with Pinkie screaming right now.....I'm still watching...... The second guard started to tense up, and I could see he was going to climax soon. I could barely see the first guards face, and it looked like he was going to do the same. Pinkie Pie on the other hoof.........I can't even begin to describe that look. That face full of anguish and despair......why her? Why not me?.......in fact.....I wish it was me up there. Having my flanks ravished by Heatstroke......his hooves yanking on my tail.....my desire turned into despair, and I began to cry. What the fuck is wrong with me?!......

I was finally at the door. This was it. But then... I started to become anxious. But how? I was cold now, heartless even. But that was just for now of course. Rarity wouldn't love anypony without a hear. I took one last deep breath, and savored the outside air. I pushed open the door and was met with a sight I couldn't even begin to imagine. It was Spike all right. But he wasn't alright. He had a few cuts on his arms, and he slowly turned to me; lifted one claw up to his neck, and slashed his throat right before my very eyes. A powerful jet stream of blood sent his battered body to the ground, and his red life force was splattered not only on the floor; but also on the door, windows, and my face. I tasted it.....and it was delicious. It wasn't delicious in a tasteful way, it was delicious in an......emotional way. That bitter taste was more filling then any meaningless meal I had ever had. But there wasn't enough for my taste. I wanted more. I looked at the body before me, and without an ounce of pity for the dead; I used my horn and punctured his stomach.

As I pulled it back out, more blood was spilt. I focused my magic on the hole and spread it apart even further. His scales started to crack from the pressure; and I stuck my hoof inside the now enlarged hole. I looked at his face for a response, but I didn't get one. Continued to stretch it out and it was eventually the size of his midsection. I looked back at his face again, and I could tell it was mocking me. I removed my hoof from inside him, and a few small drops of blood; dripped back inside him. Then, with all my might, I brought that hoof down into his face. It contorted inward and made a crunching sound. I felt a sharp pain in my hoof but it was quickly dulled. As I pulled it back I noticed that the cut in my hoof, was from the scales and bones, that protruded from his face. And just like that, I was done with him.

The way I dealt with him was slightly less eloquent, and much more brutal then I expected I'll admit that. But it still didn't change the outcome. Spike was dead. His blood was on my hands the floors and the walls. There was no denying it, but there was no need to deny it either. I can honestly say I am satisfied with what I have just done. I now have a much greater, sense of pride.

Oh! I still can't even bring myself to properly mourn my own friend! I'm so selfish... that's why. I'm a selfish, worthless pony who only thinks of herself. And I'm a horrible friend too. I really should be the one up there shouldn't I?

But I'm far too scared to do so.

And just then....the two guards climaxed. The one behind Pinkie came first and let out a grunt. Pinkie started to go into shock as this happened, and as she cringed her face tightened, and she inadvertently caused the second guard to fill up the bloody orifice that was formerly an eye socket; with semen. I could see Pinkie start to grow faint from the pain....and as both guards pulled out....Celestia dropped the guillotine blade. And that blade....it moved so....slow. It must have defied the laws of physics; the way it just creeped down Pinkie's neck. As the blade finally reached the target....I saw one single tear fall from her face. That same exact tear drop, the last thing to come from Pinkie's body, hit the ground at the exact time that the guillotine did. I felt myself heave and I vomited yet again while the cruel world around me went dark.

My heartbeat finally started to slow from it's unpony rate. As the pounding turned into a gentle tapping, I looked around and assessed the damage. One dead dragon, and probably a few pints of blood.

Not too bad.

I looked back at his body again, and noticed there was something protruding from underneath. I was somehow, drawn to it. As I levitated the object up more coagulated blood dripped off, and it's form was revealed. It was a spiral notebook. I used my magic and removed the rest of the blood. I looked at the glow of the book from my magic, and noticed it's color was not much different from the blood that was on; and around me. I opened up the book and tried my best to ignore the smell. In crude handwriting was Dear Diary.

Cyan. Really?

I was able to infer fairly quickly that this was Spike's diary. And just as I was prepared to ignite it, (as vengeance for my own diary) I decided to read it. Skimming the first page I noticed he had decent pencoltship, but this had to be due to the extensive amount of writing he undertook on a daily basis. But his grammatical structure sang a different tune. It wasn't even in a true diary style, it was simply a record of events with a diary heading.

Went to sugarcube corner, saw Pinkie Pie she looked nice. Saw Rarity, had to hide erection.

"Worthless." I said. And as I finished my sentence I turned directly to Spike, "Just like you."

I flipped through it's pages once again and looked towards the back end of the book, but this time something caught my eye. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I read it again and again; but it still contained the same text.

I know why Rarity doesn't like me anymore. Pinkie tried to tell me this, I should have listened to her. Rarity is a lesbian......and she used me. She used me to shower her with gifts and tokens of love, to fulfill her every whim, and this whole time I thought I had a chance. Pinkie really was the only one I can trust. Unlike the others. Might as well eat those crystals that bitch gave me. They don't look like normal gems though, and she said not to eat them when another pony is around. Filthy mare. I don't have to listen to you anymore.

I looked at the entry date. It was the same date as when I first came to the library.....surely Rarity wasn't gay?

She couldn't be.

And those "crystals" it couldn't be meth right?

But it makes sense doesn't it? Spike must have had them when you went out for your walk....

"Which explains why he went insane on Twilight." I said aloud.

It all came together at that moment. Spike was the victim. Twilight Sparkle was a victim. But Rarity, she was an aggressor. Spike was a pawn, much like I may be if I maintain my love for her. I flipped another page subconsciously, and saw the final entry of the "diary". It was yesterday.

My plan...my foolproof plan....it failed. It was so simple, just find Pinkie Pie, get the crystals from her and hand them to Twilight for examination. But that colt...Heat whatever his name was got us caught. I should have told him the truth about Rarity. But all those things he wrote about her (He read my journal?.....) He really does "love her." He wouldn't believe Rarity's true colors even if everypony in town told him. But now....Pinkie is going to die....all because of Rarity. Her existence has made mine hell. I have no reason to suffer any longer. She's caused me to hurt Twi and that was too much.....and not even Twilight will forgive me for it. I can't even forgive myself. This is my final goodbye.

I slowly came to my senses and saw the others huddled around me.

"You alright sugar cube?" Applejack asked.

I looked around, and it finally registered that we were in one of Princess Celestia's private rooms. In a private bed as well. Then the image of poor Pinkie Pie losing her head flashed in my mind. Tears flowed like a stream from me at that point.

"Yes girls," I said with a smirk. "I'm just fucking great."

I looked outside and saw it was almost noon, and looked at my friends astonished faces.

"I'm gonna nap now alright?"

And with tears still rolling down my cheeks, I closed my eyes and lay back against the pillows. I buried my face in them, and just wished for my friend back.