Yes. I'm bored in Algebra and suddenly I want to write a gory MLP fic. No real point to this except I wanted to, and I haven't been writing much lately.
Once again, this is completely pointless. And contains heavy gore. Not for those weak of stomach, and no reviews like "oh you sicko you made me puke!" I just told you this is a very gorey fic, so don't read if you don't think you can handle it. No flames. I just said it was written without reason.
Disclaimer: *Does not own MLP FiM and its pwnsome ponies.*
Once again: heavy gore ahead. You have been warned.
She must have startled her. That's why she had fallen.
A certain pale golden pegasus had decided out of the blue on this fine summer day to pay her fasion-savvy unicorn friend, Rarity, a visit. The forest animals seemed to be busy with their own affairs, not needing her, so she decided to ask if any of her friends needed help with anything.
Fluttershy stepped delicately up to the door of the huge house of the unicorn, and knocked the surface softly, "Rarity?" she murmured into the door. There remained silence on the other end. Since the door was unlocked, Fluttershy bashfully let herself in.
"Rarity?" she murmured, "Are you here?" as she stepped into the room. She had no sense that the room held the prescence of her friend. Fluttershy shrugged, thinking she should come by later, and retired back outside.
Fluttershy sighed, deciding she should see another one of her friends, when she heard something like a tap from above. Stepping back and looking up, Fluttershy gasped softly as she saw a flash of white and purple on the roof. It was Rarity, and what on earth was she doing on her roof? By the looks of it, she was fixing something...or something...
Fluttershy wondered what kind of work would make Rarity get up on her roof? Should she fly up and check? Perhaps. Fluttershy gently unfolded her soft, feathery wings and glided up in a couple of downstrokes, sending a few plush yellow feathers spinning to the ground. She ascended slowly, seeing Rarity balanced on the peak of her roof with her back to her. She appeared to be...painting the shingles with some sort of sparkly paint. Fluttershy wondered why Rarity would be doing this physical labor herself, and with close examination why she was wearing this filmy ice-blue scarf at the same time. Maybe "breaking it in." Fluttershy lighted down behind her, silent as a shadow.
"Um, hello Rarity." she murmured, and maybe a bit too suddenly. She saw Rarity jump, and her hooves scrambled on the roof shingles, obviously not expecting to hear a sudden voice up on the roof with her.
Rarity saw Fluttershy for only a flash before her hooves slipped sideways, sending some unpainted roof shingles raining to the ground below. The unicorn let out a startled shriek as she slid toward the edge of her roof. Fluttershy gasped, reflexively lunging after her, wings flared out for extra balance. She stomped her hooves down with a loud bang! on the roof, catching Rarity's scarf under them. She shifted her weight onto her forelegs to keep it pinned. She let out a sigh, relieved she had stopped her friend's fall, even just barely.
Rarity's form was dangling over the edge, the only thing keeping her from plummeting to the ground was Fluttershy's weight on her scarf. Fluttershy peered over the edge, "Um...are you alright?" she murmured in her soft voice. Rarity didn't reply, but seemed to be clawing at her neck, where the scarf was firmly tied and probably tightening. Realizing this, Fluttershy attempted to pull her up, but to no avail, "Um...oh no." Fluttershy muttered. Soft gags emitted from the unicorn, whose airway was practically tied shut, and with each suffered sound, Fluttershy grew more panicked. Finally, she began slowly edging her way toward the edge, keeping a firm grip on the scarf until she finally got close enough to Rarity to touch her. Laying flat on her belly, Fluttershy dangled her forelegs toward Rarity, her back legs pinning the scarf in place and her wings poised for a downstroke.
She gripped Rarity under the forearms, and straining her back legs and flapping her wings, she felt the form of her friend rise and slide up over the roof edge. Laying her on her back, Fluttershy looked at her with alarm. The fleecy, tough scarf was tightened dangerously around her neck, and Rarity's pupils had gone down to pinpoints. She was still pulling at the garment that strangled her, but it would not come loose. "Oh, let me." Fluttershy offered, and she found with a panicky frustration she couldn't pull it off either. And Rarity was gasping noisily through her shrunken airway. Fluttershy's mind was in a whirl, and finally she decided she needed help with this. And fast. Why not take her home? Fluttershy decided it would be best right now to get Rarity to her house. She grabbed Rarity in a firm hold and lifted off, flapping hapharzardly toward her tree house in the forest.
...
"Okay, hang on. I'll get something." Fluttershy said as she laid Rarity in one of her chairs. The ragged breathing of the suffering unicorn was alarmingly louder, and Fluttershy hurried to her kitched, fetching a knife since the scarf was knotted up tight around her neck and impossible to pull off with just manual force. The pegasus stared at the knife, then Rarity with uncertainty. She didn't like sharp things, using any so close to skin, but it was the only way to save her friend. Reluctantly, she drew closer, "Be still, Rarity." she murmured, "I'll just have to cut the scarf off of you. I'm...um...really sorry, but..." she trailed off and lowered the knife toward the scarf. Not sure of how to start, she gently sawed at it where it was pressed into Rarity's neck, but didn't leave even a small tear. She tried at a different angle, gently wedging the point between Rarity and the scarf. She sawed it back and forth, but instead of feeling the tool tear through the ice-blue scarf, she felt it tear something softer...
Rarity's loud whimper of pain and the spreading dark rosette on the scarf occurred simutaneously in Fluttershy's vision, which had become turning unsteady. Fluttershy was quite squeamish, she hated blood. She had nearly freaked out the time she pulled a thorn from her hoof, and it drew blood. It just seemed so wrong, for blood to be on the outside of bodies. The sticky life released from where it belonged...seeping away...Fluttershy had only made a slight cut in Rarity's neck, but the blood soaking in the blue scarf and running down her skin made her skin crawl and the room careen around her. The targeted scarf that constricted her friend blurred and in her panic, began to twist the knife and rub it against any sort of surface. Tears streamed from her hot, steamy eyes as she saw more red, and heard more cries.
"It's okay! It's okay Rarity! I just made a little cut...I'll...get this scarf...off." Fluttershy whimpered, but her focus had abandoned her. Her body was shaking hard, nearly convulsive, and her senses were numb as her squeamishness ratcheted up to her limit. White adrenaline coursed through her viens, and tears clouded her already unclear vision. Everything was white and red, and Rarity's strained screams sounded muffled in her ears, which suddenly began ringing. She shut her eyes, unable to look on at her obviously unsuccessful progress, trying to ease the spinning in her skull and the shaking in her person.
The scarf was loosening, to Fluttershy's relief. A few more blind slices, and it gave way in her hooves. Fluttershy let herself fall back on her haunches, eyes still closed. She sighed, "Okay, Rarity. It's off. Um...hope you're not made that I had to..." she opened her eyes, and her words died in her throat. She stared numbly at what lay in her hooves, before the horror registered in her brain. Her hooves alone would have stunned a bit, since they were no longer pale yellow but darkly stained in crimson. The fancy, filmy scarf lay like a silky, red-stained feather in her grip, and under the transparent fabric was the knife, thickly soaked in the crimson liquid. She stared at the scarf. It was slightly torn, some of the loose threads sticking into the air, but it was clear that it was not cut off.
Her blue eyes drifted up to Rarity, who was slumped limply in the chair, mouth hanging open. Her head was tilted toward her, at an odd angle. Fluttershy dropped the bloody scarf and knife and went over to Rarity. Gently, she tapped her.
No response.
Fluttershy prodded at Rarity again, "Are you okay? Rarity?" She intentionally avoided looking at the rivulets of blood that ran down the white unicorn's shoulders. Perhaps the cut she made was a little more serious than she thought. Fluttershy pushed at one of the red-stained shoulders, and her head lolled way sideways,
and into her arms.
Fluttershy looked down, her pupils shrinking to mortified pinpoints as she registered the head of Rarity in her arms, the rest of the body still sitting in the chair.
Oh its just Rarity but no head head in arms not on body Raritys head is in my arms not on her body?
Fluttershy's vision went fuzzy and narrowed down to a tiny dot in the distance. The sound of the blood dripping on her floor sounded far away...
Blood Raritys blood all over me on the floor on the knife not a cut bad bad bad Raritys got no head its in my arms...
Rarity's wide, glazed over eyes suddenly had force, it seemed. It bore into her person, filling her skin with icy, crawling ants. Her head was spinning, going numb on her shoulders, thoughts were impossible. Blank. Fluttershy had gone blank. She was already out before her body hit the floor, the severed head of her friend rolling away...
...
A metallic scent entered her nose. Fluttershy's mind felt hazy. The last events she experienced were dragged back into her conscious.
Rarity got hurt didnt she and i took her home.
Fluttershy groaned softly, and attempted to lift her head. She flinched, and let it lay back down on this cool surface. It felt like heavy iron orbs were rolling around inside her skull with each movement.
Rarity had a little accident and i helped her shes fine shes resting now isnt she.
Fluttershy's breath was loud in her sensitive ears. She opened her eyes to darkness.
Raritys fine everythings fine but why am i on the floor
Slowly, steadily, Fluttershy lifted her head, trying to shut out the sharp daggers crashing into her head. Her whole body felt still and shaky, and her mind was muddled and fuzzy. She had felt like this once, when she was sick. Was it true? Was Fluttershy just sick?
feel sick maybe just a bug everythings fine but why so uneasy
She felt awful, and feelings of uneasiness, fright, and horror kept roiling like a tempest inside her. Why? Everything was fine...right?
She looked around, wating for her eyes to adjust to the mood lighting. It was dark, night-dark, in the house. All the lights were turned off, and the only kind of visibility in the room was because of the silver moonlight drifting like a shining river through her window. Fluttershy shuddered. She didn't like the dark.
Fear crashed through her as clearer memories raked back into her sore head. Metallic, coppery smells hung heavy in the air. She whimpered, feeling her skin prickle. Her gaze wandered down to her hooves, and she stifled a shriek. Her hooves were covered in blood.
So was her floor. Fluttershy looked up at the chair, and her lips trembled.
Rarity...her pearl-white fur, always kept so void of dirt and grime, was drenched in her liquid life. It was splashed in a thick trail toward another item on the floor.
Her severed head.
Fluttershy, trembling, made her way over to the head. The skin where it should be attatched to the neck was frayed into bloody threads and strands of flesh. A few damaged veins hung out of the sever, as well as red-drenched vertebrae. Fluttershy felt numb with horror as she unconsciously picked up the head. Rarity's glazed eyes stared into hers, reflecting an eternity of terror and pleading and innocence. Her mouth hung open, trails of blood dripped off her lips and dyed her tongue and teeth scarlet.
Fluttershy let her tears release, and she let her sobs grow loud in the heavy silence. She held the head close to her chest in a final, desperate hug of disbelief to what she'd done. She pressed her golden muzzle into Rarity's forehead, right below that forever-stilled magic horn of hers. Her purple curls tickled her nose, and brushed against her cheek with the softness of a fledgling's down. Fluttershy's hot tears ran down her face, dripping onto Rarity's head, and catching on her perfect purple mane like dewdrops. From the overhead view, she almost looked normal...that very thought made Fluttershy's sensitive heart break.
It did. Then it snapped. Fluttershy's eyes opened, and she jerked her head back, her light pink hair whooshing the air. Her jaws arched, lips drew back in a half-snarl, her eyes widening in a glare...she looked down at Rarity's head. Fluttershy felt realization hit her like a two-ton truck.
This was not her fault.
It was Rarity's.
Rarity shouldn't have been on the roof, wearing that stupid scarf. She shouldn't have been so unaware of Fluttershy to the point when her soft tones could send her toppling off the rooftop. Fluttershy wouldn't have had to save her, even if it did hurt. Fluttershy wouldn't have had to cut off the scarf because that idiot tied it around her neck. Fluttershy wouldn't have panicked at the sight of blood...
It was Rarity's fault. All of it!
With a barely surpressed shriek of rage, Fluttershy hurled the head away from her. It hit the wall with a bang, and splattered blood all over the surface.
Fluttershy was so overwhelmed. Rarity's foolishness, her intent to help, it all turning into one fatal mistake. Rarity was dead. Decaptitated. Head sawed off with a knife in the grip of Fluttershy. Blood...too much...too much...
Fluttershy was shaking with rage. She had never felt this powerful, this angry before. No, there was that one time...with the animals at the Gala, but it could never measure to this...
Fluttershy snorted with rage, "I'm...I'm so frustrated I could...I could just...kill someone!" she roared. Stomping her hooves in her rage fit, she shrieked, breaking the silence of night, "Stupid Rarity!" and she charged at the head where it fell.
Planting her hooves on the skull, she grabbed a mouthful of that perfect mane and jerked her head up. She could hear the roots of the hair rip out of the scalp with each mouthful and each yank. After several pulls, all that remained on the head were a few ragged sprays of mane. The rest was scattered in frayed clumps all over the floor. Fluttershy was not finished with her rage. She punched the nose of Rarity's lifeless head, watching it break under her hoof and sent blood spurting from the nostrils. Fluttershy gave it a hard kick, and it rolled toward the body, still laying in its blood-soaked seat. Fluttershy stomped after it.
She found her knife where she dropped it and brandished it to the head, before she sent the point flying toward the cloudy eyes of the unicorn. The point pierced the cornia and slid through the eyeball as if it were melted butter. Butter filled with chunky red matter and blood, that splashed all over the head and the knife. All over Fluttershy's hooves. She mutilated the left eye, and poked the knife into the right, and simply yanked it out of the socket. The eye dangled by its cord, which the maddened pegasus sliced cleanly. She stomped the pierced eyeball with a foot, before she stomped the head sturdily. She saw the first hoof-shaped dent, then the second as her foot came down again. She kicked away the limb, and her red-sheeted gaze turned on the body, which she wacked off the chair with both hind legs.
She stomped up and down on the back of the pony, until it was bent up and twisted in contorted, disturbing positions. She was sure the spine was shattered. Fluttershy, gripping her knife, dug it into the forearm of Rarity's body, shearing through the skin and attempting to saw through the bone. Without success, she lifted another hoof and punched it with all her strenghth into Rarity's arm, and she saw the bloody bone beneath crack and snap like a branch, sending slivers of bone into her mane. When the forearm was discarded, Fluttershy did the same to the other three limbs. Then, for her finishing touch, she stabbed the knife into the chest of the unicorn and sheared it down past her naval. The slit widened fast, and the glimmering red organs spilt out. The stomach and liver flopped out like bloated water balloons, and the tubelike intestines snaked out into the growing puddle of blood, pus, and unidentifiable fluids.
Fluttershy back away from her work, panting heavily. She blinked once, twice, and the heavy heat of rage lifted from her vision. She breathed out, and finally she realized what she had done. Rarity had entered this house suffering but inact, and now...her remains were barely identifiable as a pony. It looked like one big, gorey fest belonging to some kind of creature...
Her anger evaporated, replaced by horror. She felt her legs lose their feeling, and her stomach suddenly clenched painfully. Burning heat welled up her throat, and Fluttershy let it out all over the floor. She gagged as her bile flew from her mouth, wincing as it left a coppery taste in her mouth...something like...her eyes widened.
She was vomiting blood. No, not just blood. She retched and another crimson spray fell to the floor, containing the thin thread of a capillary. Another flow of blood, and shreds of bone and larger viens fell with it. The sight made her belly churn and she threw up again, this time a crushed eyeball, still attatched with its cord, flowed out into the mess of bone pieces and viens. Fluttershy felt weak and shaky, but didn't retch again. She was probably completely empty. She stared from her gorey vomit to her mauling of Rarity's body, and screamed, clawing at her pink mane that still had bits of Rarity's leg bones tangled in it. She stumbled back, into her kitchen, and hit the cupboard. She fell, and the impact of her body hitting the cupboard sent dishes showering down around her. Glass shards raked down her body and stuck in her hoof. Her own blood, mingling with Rarity's, coated her pale golden fur.
Fluttershy fell to the floor, blood falling from her mouth where she had bitten the inside of her cheek too hard. She shivered, crying, and curled up in a tight ball. Her tears made the blood on her feet and face run. She trembled, and stared again at the mess she'd caused. Rarity's horribly maimed body ruined the room, and she watched the redness and gore vanish from her sick before her eyes. Had it been a hallucination? What if all of this had been a hallucination? It had to be. Yes, it had to be. Fluttershy was just dreaming. The pegasus startled herself with a small laugh. Oh yes...she thought, I am very sick and seeing things. Rarity's...absolutely fine...Fluttershy laughed again, louder, until it turned to hysterical guffawing that raked the air painfully. Finally it died down to tearful, shuddering giggles.
I am really, really sick and having a bad dream. Everything will be alright. Everything will be okay. It's...funny...I can't believe I bought all that. Fluttershy thought with an amused snort. Another boisterous holler of laughter punctuated the fact that Fluttershy had just slipped off the edge of sanity and committed murder all in one day.
Seriously. If you could read that, congrats. I honestly did warn you this was violent. I don't want any flames or complaints or anyone calling me a sick person or whatever. I wrote this out of boredom, and I know it's pointless.
And for those who somehow enjoyed this...the next part has Pinkie Pie.