Their Beginning

Sweetie's POV

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Sweetie Belle lay restless in her room, Rarity all tucked away in her bed with her lavender night mask over her eyes and her blanket over her body. It was a hard day for the mare as she worked and sewed a new dress for the Grand Galloping Gala once again for all of them this year. Sweetie sighed long and turned onto her side, looking out her bedroom window and at the moon. "I wonder how princess Luna and princess Celestia figured out their destinies. They never really talked about it. Then again, princess Luna was trapped in the moon for a thousand years," Sweetie Belle spoke aloud quietly, staring blankly at the moon. "I wish, at least once, my dreams would lend me a hint of who I was to be." Finally letting her eyes close for the night, Sweetie drifted into a deep sleep, only to be afraid of what lie ahead in this dream world.

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The room was dark, barely lit by a single candle in the middle of the room. A figure facing the opposite direction of Sweetie with their back to her began to speak in a raspy voice. "You think you have what it takes to be here, Ms. Belle?"

With a strong nod of her small filly head, she said, "Yes sir!"

"Ma'am, thank you very much!" the figure spoke before turning around. "This is Killer Camp, the camp where we train you to kill. If you fail, we kill you! Got it?"

Sweetie Belle was scared out of her witts but she dare not to show it in front of Sergeant. "Yes ma'am!" she said in her loudest voice.

Sergeant placed two weapons in front of the unicorn, the two weapons being a butcher knife and a chainsaw. "Choose one, and kill anypony you'd like."

Sweetie Belle looked from the knife to the chainsaw. Knives are quiet, and chainsaws are too loud. She made her decision quick and stuck with the knife, carrying it in her mouth. "Thiz ghood?" she spoke with the handle in her mouth.

Sergeant struck Sweetie hard across the head with her hoof, causing her to drop the knife. "You're a damned unicorn you fool! Use your magic!"

Sweetie looked up at Sergeant. She choked back tears that were forming in her pale green eyes and began enveloping the knife in her magic. "Better, ma'am?" Sweetie asked.

With a stern nod, Sergeant pushed Sweetie into an arena where another filly was waiting. "Kill him, and you live. You don't kill him, well, you die." Sergeant said before shutting the gate behind Sweetie.

Sweetie's eyes widened. "I...die?" she swallowed hard and stared at the unicorn across from her. It was Snails, that bozo of a pony. He was an insult to her kind. Sudden rage filled her tiny body as the go signal was shot. She threw the knife at him with her magic, dodging his attempts to go straight for her juggular. She growled as Snail's knife came in contact with her side. She overthrew his magic and had control over both knives, backing him up against the stadium wall.

"P-Please Sweetie," he begged, "I can't die...please..."

With a cold laugh, Sweetie threw each of the knives at him, literally nailing his front hooves to the stadium wall. "Why should I?" she spoke without even a hint of sympathy.

"Because I have a cuti-" Snails was cut short after Sweetie's back hooves bucked him hard in his muzzle, blood streaming from his snout. "You little bitch!" he screamed at the young filly.

I hate you, Sweetie thought angrily. I hope you die. She bucked the colt in his gut before yanking a knife from his right hoof. She started leaving small, light cuts on his torso, but every time he struggled or try to whack her with his hooves, she'd stab him in his thighs and shoulders. "I'm not a bitch," Sweetie said as her pupils constricted as a wicked smile appeared on her muzzle. "I am THE bitch, you ignorant colt."

Snails struggled against the other knife embedded in his left hoof, the blood spewing on his and Sweetie's coats. He hadn't realized it, but as soon as he looked away, the knife Sweetie had been welding came across his face, being dragged from one ear to the other, forming a Glasgow grin. "Don't forget to smile," she grinned as she drove the knife down his throat and pulled it out through his esophagus with her magic.

His last breaths came short as she cut his torso repeatedly with the knife before licking up his body, cleaning the blood from him as it poured out. He looked down at her, a look of pain shined from his eyes as tears stained his orange coat. His green mane was ruffled and he looked more like a punching bag. Yet, after seeing this, Sweetie Belle only wanted more. She drove the knife straight through his asshole and out his mouth before burying it deep in his back. He was dead after this. Sweetie enveloped the knife in his hoof in her magic and walked back to her corner. Sergeant came out with a chainsaw.

"You're going to die anyway," Sergeant said as she started the chainsaw and the roar of it being brought to life rung out around the stadium.

"Not today I'm not," the white-blood coated unicorn said as she launched both knives at Sergeant. Ironically, Sergeant dogged the used attack and charged at her, chainsaw at the ready and coming down, aiming to decapitate Sweetie on the spot. Sweetie ducked just in the neck of time. Picking up the knives in a field of magic, Sweetie bucked Sergeant hard against the stadium walls opposite of Snails' corpse. Pinning her there with the knives embedded deep in Sergeants front legs, much like how she did to Snails. Instead of making the two deaths similar, she decided to cut off Sergeant's hind legs. With Sergeant's hind legs now missing and thrown to the side. Sweetie began to kiss Sergeant's neck, in an attempt to arouse Sergeant before she killed her. "You...won't-" Sergeant let a small moan escape as Sweetie's hoof barely touched her clit. "Get away with this," she finished.

"Think again," Sweetie said, sticking her bloody tongue out and pressing it against Sergeants sensitive neck. After another small moan escaped from Sergeant, Sweetie had her fun and grew bored. Stabbing Sergeant in the chest and neck, Sweetie backed up and started catching the spewing blood in her mouth and on her coat. Sergeant was then dead before she even bled out onto the ground and on Sweetie, but Sweetie sure as hell wasn't done. She picked up the chainsaw, cutting up Sergeant and eating her, piece by piece. The act of cannibalism made Sweetie wet with pleasure. Her hoof traveled south as she began to rub her clit whilst munching away on what remained as the black coat, red maned pony named Sergeant.

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Sweetie awoke in shock, sitting up right in a cold sweat. She rubbed her head and she checked her body thoroughly before getting up and getting a glass of water. She pet Opalescence and retreated to her room with her head pounding and her mane ruffled. She shook her head. "There is no way in the name of Luna's Moon that will ever be real," she told herself as she lay back down in her bed and snuggled up against her pillow and pulled the covers over herself. "Definitely not real," she said again as she closed her eyes once more before they shot open again to Opal laying next to her. "Opal, can you see me eating anyone?"

Opal, being just a measly cat, meowed her opinion and curled up into a ball beside Sweetie.

"I know right? I think that's just gross, I mean, having somepony else's blood and body go down your throat," with a pause, Sweetie gagged. "So gross!" she squeaked as she threw up into the garbage pale by her bedside. "Thank Celestia I will never do that." Ew. she said in her head before laying down on her side to avoid throwing up in her sleep. "Goodnight Opal, sleep well."

Opal purred and meowed in response to Sweetie's goodnight words.

"Hopefully that never happens," Sweetie said once more before closing her eyes again.

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Sweetie awoke the next morning with no more sickening dreams throughout the rest of her night. Lazily, she rolled out of her warm bed and trotted into the work shop to see Rarity already working away. "Sis?" Sweetie began carefully.

"I can't talk now Sweetie Belle, I have to get so much done. Why don't you go out early today, but you can't come back before dinner, got it?" Rarity replied while looking at designs floating mid-air and sewing away.

"Okay, I guess," Sweetie said as she trotted past Rarity.

"Oh, and Sweetie darling?" Rarity called after her.

"Yes, sis?" Sweetie asked, popping her head back into the room.

"Could you remind Fluttershy about our spa day? I only have an hour to go though," Rarity said, "Thank you darling."

Sweetie Belle nodded her okay and trotted out of Carousel Boutique, bumping into Applejack.

"Hey Sweetie, are ya and the rest of the crusaders gonna try anythin' else for yer cutie marks?" she asked.

"Honestly Applejack, I don't know what they want to do anymore," Sweetie replied, hanging her head.

"Whatcha mean, sugarcube? Ah though y'all were gonna go do some hang glidin' today?" Applejack questioned, clearly confused by Sweetie's sudden sadness.

"I could ask them, but they're starting to do things on their own," she answered.

Applejack smiled softly, placing a caring hoof on the young filly's shoulder. "Everything'll work out Sweetie, just try, for me?"

Sweetie Belle looked at Applejack like she was some foreign creature.

"Alright, fine, for the crusaders?" Applejack finally said.

"Alright, only for the crusaders," Sweetie said before taking off. She stopped and looked back, "Thank you, Applejack. You're a great friend."

Applejack simply nodded her head as a thank you and continued on her way.

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Sweetie Belle arrived at the Crusader clubhouse and trotted merrily inside, sitting next to the agitated looking Apple Bloom. "Hey Apple, you alright?"

"Yeah, Ah'm fine, but where's Scootaloo? She's late again," Apple Bloom responded, looking out the window.

Sweetie followed suit, glancing out the winder in hope for Scootaloo to randomly burst out of the bushes but to no avail. "I honestly don't know Apple Bloom, but wherever she is, she might be trying to get her cutie mark."

"That's all she wanted," Apple Bloom recalled before looking at the bongos Scootaloo loved to play. "Ah just don't want her gettin' in trouble. Ya know what my sister always says, stay outta trouble."

"Scootaloo is trouble," they both said in unison.

Just then, Scoots ran through the bushes and up the ramp and said while trotting in place, "Hi Apple Bloom, hi Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo greeted them both, before banging on her bongos a few times. "I have a suggestion for the next cutie mark idea," Scootaloo began as the other crusaders took a seat in front of her. She paused for dramatic effect and pulled out a flashlight, shining it under her chin and said, "Why don't we kill somepony?"

The other two fillies gasped in horror and sat there silently. "Who has a cutie mark of killing somepony?" Apple Bloom yelled.

"Yeah! Who does that?" Sweetie Belle questioned before her dream traveled back into her head. She shook her head quickly to try and rid herself of the disgusting dream.

Scootaloo shook her head and explained her reasoning, "It's the only thing we have yet to try, maybe even kill a forest critter. I don't know, I just wanna try something new," Scootaloo's voice was full of hyperness and excitement.

"How in the name of Celestia did ya come up with that anyway Scoots? That's just plain out weird and gross, not ta mention bad and illegal," Apple Bloom noted.

Sweetie Belle looked around nervously. This conversation was, for some odd reason, making her cunt feel kind of weird and had a wet-ish texture to it. She closed her legs and stood up. "Why do you want to kill something or somepony anyway?"

Scootaloo was skittish right now and her eyes kept darting to every corner of the room. "I already told you why you silly fillies! We haven't tried it so why not give it a shot? If we don't get our cutie marks after two or three kills, then we'll stop, alright? C'mon!" Scootaloo begged, "please? Just one shot! Please, please, please!" Scootaloo begged and pleaded repeatedly, showering the other two crusaders with the word "please" in many different languages.

Finally,  the two snapped. "Fine!" they said, rubbing their temples with their hooves.

"Yay!" Scootaloo said enthusiastically.

"But," the Sweetie said.

"But what?" Scootaloo said, disappointed and sat down.

"Only once for Sweetie and Ah if we don't like it," Apple Bloom finished.

Scootaloo was jumping with joy and her heart raced with passion and excitement. "Deal!" she said. Yes! They're finally letting my plan get under way! Now we'll all be craving for murder soon. Scootaloo thought sadistically to herself as the other two crusaders looked at each other in confusion and regret. Don't worry you two, you'll understand sooner or later, hopefully sooner. Scoots said, a sly grin making it's place upon her muzzle.