The fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.
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“No, please don’t! get that thing out of me!” A mare’s voice cries.

I was in so much pain I felt oddly numb,

“Stop struggling dear the needle is going to come out,” A creepy mare’s voice replied. She sounded familiar, it was surreal.

“Get it out! Get it out!” The first mare begs.

“Now, Pipsqueak here has lost a lot of blood and we need yours to save her.”

“No, Untied me please,”

Jungle Jangle, Snap!

“Oh, look at what you did you naughty girl, Well it’s not like you need to be alive to give blood.”

“No! wait! I’ll be good!”

Thwack! Thud,

I open my eyes, in my blurry vision I could see a tube in my arm. New pain shoots up my body as something digs in my wounds. I had lost consciousness and was unsure how much time passed. I could see a mare standing over me using unicorn magic to plunge pliers into my bullet wounds. Goddess, I at least could pull them out with my magic alone. This was a small mare in a blood stained lab coat. Above her were hanging meat hooks dripping with blood. The Mare had a charcoal feather colored coat like Velvet Remedy’s mane. Oddly this mare’s mane was the color of Velvet’s pelt and had her red and gold streaks. Reverse Velvet? Oh don’t tell me, Corrupted Kindness.

“Good, I see you are already responding well to my treatment,” The mare looked like me of course, “Sorry about the pain dear, I just don’t believe in pain killers you know those can be addictive? Giving your predication to addiction I think you should thank me.”

The mare licked her lips and touched in a place with the tip of her hoof that would normally make me react loudly in some form or another. I was in too much pain to fully registered what she did. I open my mouth to try to say something.

“Don’t speak, You’re not fun like this,” The other me pouts, “I took the last of the bullets out. At least I think I did. It really doesn’t matter any bullets left is just a scalpel cut away.”

The other me injects something in my IV bag. I got a look at her cutie mark. It was three tablets of Party Time Ment-als. Great,

“I suppose you don’t know what to call me?” The other me said off handedly, “Dr. Pip if you please and if you're wondering about Redity Eye, I fixed her up first. You were fine as long as I kept pumping blood in you. Te he he, Anyway you’d be in for a shock next time you see her. If you see her, mean time, I’ll go ask a nurse to keep you company.”

I passed out again,

>

I was awoken by a gentle hoof touching my cheek. I was still strapped down. The room lost its hellish hell look. It was a normal room now.

A yellow earth mare in a pink nurse’s outfit was touching me. Her mane was orange and yellow and was pretty cute. The cutie mark was of a wood deck with half a sun behind it.

There seemed to be another mare on the bed next to me. It took me a moment to realized she was dead. In horror I looked at the blood bag connected to the IV in my arm. I felt dirty from the inside and was angry.

“Let me go and get that damn thing out of m-” I was about to finish then remembered how the other mare died.

“Here eat this,” The yellow mare gave me a bowl full of tiny white water lily flowers.

"What?" I was confused.

"I'm giving you food, your body needs energy after the stress it's been put under," the mare told me.

“Why am I strapped down?” I snapped.

“Littlepip, is it? I’m Sunset View” she gives me a smile. She was cute, “Things have gone horrible outside this building. When you can here you were violent and unaware of your actions.”

“Rarity,” I answered.

“Yes, she recovered and left,” Sunset View told me.

I gave her a look of, “how”?

Sunset View gives an uncomfortable look back. “Rarity has powers, and they allowed her to do things, The Doctor to do things to her.” Sunset View looked me in the eyes. “Please eat,”

“Could you untie me first?” I blushed.

Sunset View unstraps my limbs and I stick my mussel into the bowl of flowers. They had a bitter sweet dandelion taste to them. My head started feeling light. My blood!

“That mare! You murdered her!” My head was starting to feel as slow as a rock.

“The mare next to you?” Sunset View replied, “She died naturally.”

“The blood?” I asked.

Sunset View blushed, “We are low on organic supplies, we drain the blood out of the dead and process it for later. Things are bad out there, really bad. We of the Order of Peace try our best to make things better.”

“Order of Peace? You mean like the Ministry of Peace?”

“We haven’t been that since,” Sunset View pauses to think. “We came to Silent Ponyville.”

“Can I take a walk around? I think I need some air?” I asked sitting up and rubbing my forehead.

“Yes, But you can’t go outside. Let me call another nurse,” Sunset View pushes a button. “Minty Love could you come to this room?”

A gray cyan coated unicorn mare with an aqua and white mane walks into the room. She had two hearts on her flank, One gray green, the other white. Her butt was skinnier her then Sunset View’s I might add, She looked even better in the nurse’s uniform too.

“Minty, Take the young lady for a walk around the complex and if she’s hungry take her to the mess hall,” Sunset View orders.

As we walked, my legs felt light and my vision was a little cloudy. I felt good and loopy enough not to care.

We walked out into the hall. As Minty Love takes me down a corridor, I noticed that she was making my pipleg click click as if she was a monster. I turned it off so that she wouldn’t notice. We pass two nurses along way too wrapped up in conversation to notice us. Me being me, I look at their rears. I cringed to see one of them had a tentacle that slithered out of her cunt.

I thought of the things I saw in the hospital at Old Olneigh and the image of mares with broken hip bones came smashing into my brain. Watching the slimly thing slide out of the mare’s hole made my skin crawl. My tail pressed against my slit like a vice. The mare’s stretched open more as two more tentacles emerge out of her. I mentally ached at the sight imagining of emphatic pain in my privet area. I looked away.

“Something’s wrong,” Minty Love asks.

I quickly glance at the mare again, Her cunt was normal. Minty Love gives me a weird look.

“Its good that the Doctor helped Rarity,” One of the mares remarks.

“Is it true what I heard about her taking up gun manufacturing?” The other mare replied.

“Well before now, Only Stable Tech control their manufacture.”

“Hey, Waltz close your tail, you’re freaking out the lady,” Minty Love tells one of the mares.

“No, I’m fine I’m just getting a migraine, “I lied.

“Want to rest?” Minty Love asks.

“No, lets keep going,” I told her.

“I think I seen that mare somewhere before” I heard Waltz say as we got out of ear shot.

I take a look out of one of the windows. I was looking down out at the front of the hospital. I could see Dr. Pip talking to a pony in armor. What? that was the Corrupted Loyalty pony.

“Who is that talking to Dr. Pip?” I asked Minty Love innocently.

“The stallion in the armor?” Minty Love looks out the window, “He’s called Dashite.”

“He’s the one who hurt me,” I pointed out, “Is Dr. Pip giving me to him?”

“Not if he’s going to kill you,” Minty Love shakes her head, “Dr. Pip wants you alive, she thinks you dying would be very bad for her.”

“So, why would this Dashite want to kill me?” I asked.

“Not sure, Maybe the Overmare asked him to, or he wants you dead for some reason. I know the Doctor wants you to live.” Minty Love told me. “Dashite will sacrifice himself for the city, Being on his bad side isn’t a good thing.”

“So, the Overmare is my enemy?” I questioned.

“I think we would know if the Overmare wants you dead,” Minty Love answers.

We started walking again, “Are you guys with the Stables then?” I continued my questioning.

“We are our own thing with support of the Overmare,” Minty Love told me, “We are able to live in the city because we have spells and wards that protect us from the monsters.”

“How-“

My legs begin to tremble as I heard the tone of the Spritebot. It wasn’t close enough to send me into violent spasms. But I did have a tingling in my loins that made me feel like I would cum if I moved. My heart raced, my head cleared a little.

Minty Love looks at me funny, “Is there something wrong with you.”

“The sound don’t you feel it?” I grunted.

Minty Love paused to listen, It took her a few moments to understand. She shuts the open window. My body relaxes.

“That didn’t affect you?” I asked.

“I guess so,” Minty Love said unsurely, “I think the parasite nulls its power, Might have to do with the mind control.”

I shook my head clear,

“Are you okay,” Minty Love asks.

“Could have been worst,” I remarked holding my hoof up and hiding my look at my pipleg. It said I had some toxin in my system called PTV. From my health log it happened when I ate the flowers. I made a mental note not to eat anymore flowers offered by these ponies. Whatever it was I think it was making me hallucinate and complacent.

I found myself being led down a stair case. Over the stair case hung a portrait of a yellow and pink pony. For a moment I thought she was Fluttershy but with a butchy mane cut. But she looked more like Ranbow Dash. Then again pony face types don’t very much. A display case was below the

“That is Lady Alchemilla,” Minty Love explains, “She’s the founder of Alchemilla Hospital.”

I walked over to the display case. A news paper article was inside.
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Alchemilla Sent to the Farm

Today Lady Alchemilla was sentenced to the Milk Farm Prison. She is the first pony who has been sent there since the Luna Assassination Trials.
As you may know Lady Alchemilla was convicted for murder last week for assisting the suicide of 47 immortals. Being an immortal herself Alchemilla was sentence for 25 years on each count of murder adding up to an over 1000 year sentence.
Protesters stood outside of the court house, Half of them were protesting the conviction of Alchemilla. The other half were protesting the use of Milk Farm Prison Facility as a slave labor camp. The prison established after the Animal Farm revolt and now its own sovereign entity. The treaty between Silent Ponyville and Milk Farm to split labor between the lower Artiodactyla and the Pony races.
_

Minty Love finally leads me to the mess hall. There were at least a two dozen nurse ponies standing in line there. She sits me down first and walks in line to get me food. Next to me was an emo looking gold and bronze nurse mare by the name of Amber. Minty Love came back with another bowl of white flowers. I pretended to eat them. Amber had a bowl of jello witch I engaged in conversation about. She told me the jello was made from soy and not animal bone by the way.

As we talked more nurses sat down with plates of food. First I heard a slurp, I perk my head up to see tentacles slithering out from the nurse mares rears. The tentacles would grab the food and pull it back into their marehoods. I felt nauseous at the sight and looked down at the table.

“Littlepip? Are you okay?” Minty Love asks me.

I pulled my head up, Everything was back to normal and nurses were standing up to leave.

“Littlepip?” Minty Love asks again with more concern.

I replied with the first thing to pop in my mind, “Can you show me the body?”

“What body?” Minty Love replied.

I showed her the small wound in my wrist.

We went downstairs to the basement. There were many bloody gurneys and flies flying around. My stomach turned.

“Her name was Robinfire,” Minty Love reads from the hoof tag.

“I would think a hospital would be cleaner,” I complained holding my nose.

Minty love looks around. “Doesn’t look anymore dirty than anywhere else.”

“What you don’t see the blood and the maggots,” I snapped, “I thought you were good ponies that treated the dead decently.”

“Miss, I think you should go back to your room for a fallow up examination,” Minty Love tries to lead me away.

A Radrouch crawls out of one of the bodies. Tentacles fly out from behind Minty Love. They grab the beast and violently pulled it in. I could hear the thing scream and snap as it was dragged into her. I stumble back and tripped catching my horn on Robinfire’s sheet as I fell. Her chest was completely ripped open most of her organs removed. Tiny fruit flies swarm out of the cavity.

“Littlepip calm down!” Minty Love shouts, “No one is going to hurt you!”

I looked up at the dull green pony. She gave me a sad look and was holding her chest, blood drips from under her wound as if she was stabbed. I could feel wet on my horn. When did I do that?

The fruit flies ignite making a growing ball of flame. The sound of sirens split into my head. I push past the green unicorn as the flame rushes behind me. I duck into a nearby restroom. Oh, god the smell, I slip on the shit covered floor knocking a stall door open with my hoof.

“Do you mine?” A mare pissing into a rusty toilet snaps.

“Grab her!” Minty Love shouts.

The mare jumps off the toilet and tries to hold me down. The lid of the toilet falls down revealing the helmet of a rusty bull. The siren sound grew louder. A hand grabs me from under the shit on the floor. It starts pulling me under.

Things went dark I felt myself fall. I splashed in something the tasted like copper. I found something floating I could grab. Lighting my pipleg so I could see what I was standing on. It was a rubber tire. My coat and mane was stained with blood. Sheets of wet leather hung off the ceiling.

“Well, this must be otherworld again,” I remark out loud. I heard the growling of feral animals. The sound made my utters itch. A rainbow of glowing pony eyes blinked at me from the darkness. This made them really creepy. They were too equine, too unique. Why couldn’t these monsters look uniformly?

“Mommy,”

“Milk,”

My skin crawled. I shined the spot light of my pipleg in the darkness. The Charfoals cry and hide from the light. Trying to dock would be a death sentence. Again, my magic didn’t seem to work in this hell world so I had to move the tire by kicking the bloody water with my hind hoof. It was hard to steer myself at first but I started to get the hang of it. The tire drifted forward. As it drifted the glowing colorful eyes fallowed me. But they stayed many feet behind making the area a head seem darker. The longer I drifted the farther they stayed behind but I could still tell they were fallowing.

The Charfoal’s growls faded. I could now hear soft moans above me. I looked up to see eyeless, pony like creatures bound in hairless hide. Their hooves were fused to their crotches but moved up and down under their skin. Tattered bat wings emerged from their backs. I noticed they were also humping each other in mock sex. Bile rain down on me as they heaved out the rotting contents of their stomachs. Some of the disgusting crap plops on me. It made my coat itch.

Cumth, cumth,

A record phonograph voice starts playing.

“I Watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard her say in a voice like Thunder, “Come a and see!” I looked and there before me was a white horse! It held a bow and she was giving a crown and she rode out bent and conquest.”

My make shift raft hits some hard grating and stops.

“When the Lamb opened the second seal I heard the second living creature say, “Come and see!” Then another horse came out, A fiery red one. It was given the power to take peace from the earth and make mares slay each other. To her was given a large sword.”

My hoof squooshed on something organic and slimly. Light peered down a stair case from a half cracked door.

“When the lamb opened the third seal I heard the third living creature say “Come and see!” I looked and there before me was black horse! It was holding a pair of scales in it’s mouth. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures say, “I quart of wheat for a day’s wages and three quart of barley for a day’s wages and do not damage the oil and the wine!””

I walk up the stairs, my hooves making a cling sound with each step.

“When the Lamb opened the fourth seal I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come and see!” I looked and there before me was a pale horse!”

The Sound skips, “Pale horse! pale horse! pale horse! pale horse!”

I pushed open the door with a hoof. It felt like a wall of water hitting me. I found myself consumed by light. The filth and bile peeled off my mane and coat.

I was in an office now. From the name plate it belonged to somepony named Dragon Scribe. I turned off the spinning phonograph. I found a lever action shotgun strapped under the desk. I was still unable to remove the thing with my magic so I grabbed it with my teeth. Opening the drawer I find four full boxes of ammo. I stuck everything in a nearby set of saddle bags. In side the saddle bags I found a picture book with a big paper “P” Words “P for Picture” written in the book. I then moved to searching the documents on the desk.
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Patient No.5

Patient No.5 is the most dangerous patient in this facility. She suffers from Raider’s disease. A bacterial brain disease that she contracted from her mother. Patient No.5’s mother was gunned down by police after a violent rampage. When Patient No.5 was shown to have violent tendencies she was sent to a children’s mental facility for treatment. After she was old enough Patient No.5 was sent to Alchemilla.

I’m writing this report because we just made progress to Patient No.5’s mental psychosis. We thought she was beyond all help when she fell into the catatonic state a few years back. Before she fell into this state Patient No.5 believed that she was living a content life in a place called Stable 2 and everything outside this Stable 2 was a wasteland. Using hypnosis therapy, I broke her Stable 2 barrier and sent her mind on a journey into her wasteland. Progress was doing well until she sacrificed herself mentally.
The other day Patient No.5 broke her catatonic state. From her ramblings, Patient No.5 thinks she’s in some place called Silent Ponyville. This morning with hypnosis therapy I brought her to Alchemilla. She’s fully interacting with patients, but for the moment she’s under the impression this is a medical hospital and not a mental one.
_

After reading my head hurt, it seemed this was talking about me. Was it my life? But this can’t be true can it? Is everything a dream? Everything a lie? I needed to clear my thoughts.

I opened the door, The smell of soot filled my nose.

Blam!

The rotting mare in a nurse’s outfit was hit by my gun fire. The side of her face splatters. It looked like hitting a thick sausage. Violence, good that should clear my mind. Blood floats out of the nurse’s wounds making globule orbs as if unaffected by gravity. Small drops hit my coat. They spark in flames singing me with fire and snipping my flesh.

It looked like a fire has rage through Alchemilla covering everything in black suit. The structure seemed unaffected for the most part.

I backed off, The hallway was full of floating blood and more rot nurses. The gravityless blood didn’t ignite at their touch.

“Happy for death and violence? No better than a Raider,” The pony in my head snaps.

“I’m not a raider!” I shouted at my little pony. I spin the lever action shotgun around my hoof ejecting the spent shells and firing upon the nurses then muttered, “I worked through that issue a long time ago.” I ejected another spent shell.

“Oh, issue’s are never over, just waiting to return,” That was my little pony’s voice but that didn't come from my head. It was spoken by a mare standing behind me. I turn to see nothing.

A rusty knife plunged into my chest. The iron oxide stung like hell. I turn back to see a rotting nurse gleaming at me with her rotting smile. Before I could fire the gun using the mouth trigger. The nurse pukes up blood. It hits me in the face igniting in flame. I fired the shotgun. Blood sprays across my body. Holy setting sun fucks of Celestia! The blood sets my flesh on fire. The nurses I have shot earlier starts to rise and I remembered to shoot them in the head.

I ducked in the reception office. After pulling the knife out, the wound spurts in a puff of flame. My own fucking blood catches on fire. My wound cauterized it's self. The vision in one of my eyes was fuzzy and a third cloudy. I had to rap my eye in a healing bandage before taking a healing potion. Velvet Remedy told me if I had a damage eyeball to make sure that it’s kept dark well using a healing potion. I take said potion, the rust in my wound made the healing magic sting badly.

Taking a breath, I spot a paper on the notice board.
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All nurses must complete their tasks before moving on to the next room on their schedule. Take one roster list and do the rooms on you round.

Sign, Dragon Scribe,
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One of the papers on the bread was marked “Littlepip.”
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Littlepip, your rounds today are, 201, 301, 305.
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I spot a another note on the front desk,
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Red, red, every were red. I can’t stand looking at all the blood. I heard somewhere that horses originally not suppose to see red. We ponies are different mother said. I wish I couldn’t see red. I do not wish to see red anymore.
I wonder if it will hurt?
_

Stepping back out, I look down the hallway with floating blobs of blood. This was going to hurt. I sighed and ran for the stairs.

On the second floor I ducked into room 201. The door locks behind me. I could hear a buzzing sound and what could be feminine moans. I turn to see a pristine patient’s room. Only the area by the door was burned. An electronic device on wheels was next to the bed. Some kind of long smooth white rod was setting on the lower middle half of the bed with a cord plugged into the device. I felt really icky when I realized the thing was a running vibrator. The damn thing was wet too and the area of the bed under it was soaking. Made the air thick with the smell of female fluids.

I twist the dial on the control half of the device. The vibrating grows louder and I could hear a mare moaning more loudly. I felt dirty so I turned it down.

Patient Chart was attached to the end of the bed.
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Name: Amber
Sex: Mare
Type: Earth
Cutie Mark: Mosquito
Mane: Bronze
Coat: Gold
Prognosis: Manic Depression, Self inflected wounds on inner thigh.
Treatment: Sexual Stimulation Therapy until release.
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On the shelf was a piece of paper from an old medical book.
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Hysteria: Somepony in a state of manic emotional stress. severe states of hysteria may lead to a delusional, paranoia and, or even hallucinogenic state. Dreams leading into nightmares. Suffers may go into states of rage. A history of drug use can cause hysteria as well.
The word hysteria translated into Equestrian means “uterus” This thought came from the idea that mares are more sexual then stallions and there for suffered from a more stress when not sexually released.
Many of our history’s philosophers have pointed out the greater sexual prowess of mares when compared to stallions. Disorders like intrusive arousal syndromes and sex addiction are more common amongst mares.
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Hysteria yeah, that's what happening to me. This is just brought on by stress and past drug use. I do seem to be horny a lot. As for the statement about sexual prowess, I did say I was horny?

I tried to unlock the door. Hard to do without my magic and it felt weird, the expression of tossing a hotdog down a hallway came to mind. I sighed and walked over to the vibration device remembering the note in the reception office about completing tasks. I start playing with the dial turning it up and down depending on the screams and moans I heard coming from the bed. The bed starts to jump and creek as some invisible mare starts pulling on the posts and bindings. The spot in the middle of the bed gets wetter and wetter. Then gives one final moan of relief. A pool of blood forms on the bed.

My Pipleg dings and it receives a message, Nothing better to do I opened it.

“Amber, Amber, Amber, Even after your progress in your therapy you still want to hurt yourself,” a mare’s voice say.

“Why should you care Miss Scribe,”

“You been cutting yourself for years, tell me, have any your lover seen you scars?”

“I don’t like sex in that position. Again, why should you care?”

“We ponies should all care for each other.”

“That’s a load coming from you.”

“True that I’m self severing, but I care in my own way.”

“Really?”

“How about I offer you a job then?”

Message cuts off,

I smelled the scent of smoke in the air. The blood spot on the bed catches on fire. Flames rip around the walls of the room. Then just as quickly went out. It looked like the rest of the hospital now. The lock on the door clicks open.

I stepped out to see a flaming pony charging at me covered in blue fire. My first reaction was some curse words and to jump into the stair way. I ran up, The flaming pony burst through the door and fallows me at top speed. I reached the third floor door and jumped through. I held the door shut with my body as the creature pound against it. It's heat bleeding through the door. After a few moments the pounding went way.

Looking around I could see nurses surrounding me. Luckily room 301 was nearby.

This room was white and untouched just like the last one was when I first walked in. There was another bed with an IV drip hanging off the side. Looking at the bag, It was almost empty. I realized it was detox drugs. A small metal rack had many other drugs in viles on it. Great another puzzle.

I spotted another piece of old text book on the shelf.
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Battling drug and alcohol addiction is a hard thing to do for any pony. When doing so it’s best to keep in mind a lot of these addicts may also have or develop a sexual addiction as well. Addicts of drugs and alcohol may use masturbation and sexual encounters with other ponies as a crutch with trying to stop using or as addition of using. This should be kept in mind when seeking sexual encounters. The addict may develop an unhealthy emotional attachment to their lover. This may even lead the addict into an abusive relationship that hurts themselves or their partner.
_

I was feeling angry and oddly ashamed of myself. This struck a chord with me and put thoughts in my head I never conceived of before. I didn’t like them. What Homage and I have is not some perversion.

“Your mommy’s little girl Littlepip,” The Little pony in my head said with venom.

I have caused Homage pain. But that’s what happens when you are in a relationship.

“What is this relationship? You give a lonely sad mare companionship she gives you head?” The voice mocked.

I ignored it and moved to the bed chart.
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Name: Toxic “Minty” Love
Sex: Mare
Type: Unicorn
Cutie Mark: Hearts, green and greenish white
Mane: Light Green and White
Coat: Bubblegum Mint
Prognosis: Traumatic withdraw due to history of heavy drug use.
Treatment: Extreme sedation and detox drugs.
_

Okay, I looked at the drugs on the rack. I have been through detox before and I knew I might have to detox myself or some other pony someday. So, I took note of the drugs used for detoxing and placed them in my Pipleg. Not that I needed it for this. Each vile had instructions for dosing on it. I measured one out, hard without my magic helping, into a syringe. I injected it into the port of the IV. A moment later I felt funny, I knew the feeling of the detox drugs. I didn’t know why I was feeling them. Maybe empathy? I measured out the sedative and administered it to the IV bag. A moment later my head felt light. My pipleg ding as it got a new message. I tapped it open. I could see the room start to turn black and smell the ash as I passed out.

I woke in a sweat, no this wasn’t me. When did I find a memory orb? My heart jumped when I realized another pony was laying around the lower half of the pony I was riding. The buck's warm member drooped over her inner thigh. She was still feeling the afterglow of sex. I was more focused on the stickiness and wanting to ignore it. This whole thing felt so wrong.

A door opens blinding both of the ponies. Two bucks in nursing uniforms came in and grabs the ponies. My host was feeling pain in her hip as she was pulled to her feet. Must have been some good sex.

“Watch out they have been using Med X! It's lying on the floor!” One of the bucks shouts as they pull my host and her buck friend out of the small room.

My host was taken to the shower room. She screamed and kicked in protest as two more bucks came in to hold her down. Her leg burn more and more in pain as she kicked and moved. I quickly realized this was an old hip injury and not something caused by ruff sex.

I feel my host's tail go up. My goddess are they going to rape her? I myself was starting to feel rage. I jumped when the hard stream of water shot into the mare. What the? I was confused for a moment. Then I realized they were cleaning her up.

They didn’t have to be so rough with her marebits. I complained in my head feeling my dignity hurt a little as a gray pegasus walks into the room.

“Dragon Scribe,” I host looked up at the pegasus mare eye’s blurry from tears.

“Miss, We found track marks on her cunt,” One of the bucks told the pegasus.

What? Ew, I cringed at the thought.
Dragon Scribe kneels to talk to my host face to face, “You really can't cope with the pain can you?”

“I have a bullet lodged in my hip,” My host snaps.

“Excuses Toxic,” Dragon Scribe said coldly, “It was your pain why you wouldn’t let your fiance make love to you. So you turn to drugs to have your sex life back, and it’s the drugs that pushed your fiance away.

“I don’t need to be reminded of my sins.” Minty Love snaps.

A tentacle comes out from behind Dragon Scribe. She presents it to Minty Love. “I can make it all go away, your pain your memories. You just need to accept Luna’s life into your womb.”

When I got out my trance I found myself in the room I first work up in at Alchemilla. There were two burnt and rioting beds. One had just a note, the other had a little figurine and a note. I read the single note first.
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Many cultures in the world believe bodies have more than one soul. Many eastern religions say at least two. There’s a soul for the body and a soul for the mind. In Zebra culture this concept is deeply rooted in their necromancy magic. They have this concept of these things called Little and Big Angels. Soon after a pony dies their mind, their Little Angel passes to the afterlife. Few days after that, their body’s soul the Big Angel should pass. A Zebra can make the big angel go back into the body of the dead pony turning them into a zombie under the spell caster’s control.

Dr. Pip,
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I walked over to the other bed. The figurine was of a pony angel. The pony was orange unicorn with gold wings and halo. As for the note it was a patient chart
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Name: Robinfire
Sex: Mare
Type: Uncorn
Cutie mark: Firebird and fire ring
Mane: Gold, Bronze and Red Copper
Coat: Orange
Prognosis: Death by blunt interment to the horn.
Treatment: Take the lab on the second floor.
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A flashing pink light gets my attention. In the corner of the room was some kind of firefly the size of a radrouch. It’s bright lights deered me for a moment. A shrieking flaming pony side swipes me. My body is racked with pain. My shot gun was mounted on the shoulder on the other side of my head. This meant, I couldn’t get a good shot at it at first. As the thing ravages me I drop the gun letting the thing dangle in its hoof guard. With my other hoof I hit the mouth trigger. I hit the blue fire pony in the shoulder blowing it’s leg away. Mistake! The thing's burning body falls on me. I loosely aim again and blow it’s he off. The flames go out. My body hasn’t been burned so badly since I was hit by opal’s dragon breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the firefly land next to me. It suddenly sticks a needle in my arm. I yelp in pain then smacked the thing with my free hoof. It backs off, blood spurts from my arm puffing into fire. My head feels light and I bring up two health potions. I take them quickly before the thing could attack again.

The firefly’s rump broke like a bottle. Pink metallic glitter mixed with my blood spill out on the floor.

“Hell Mare!” The foal shrieks forming a head out of the blood.

Legs crawl out of the blood pool. I was in a moment of shock. Snapping out of said shock, I blow the things head off. My utters itched at the sight of the creature and I scratched myself.

Getting up, I walk out the door.

Blam! Blam!

Two more nurses go down. I crushed a skull with a hoof. It was softer in a normal pony's skull.

A flaming pony charges at me.

Blam!

I hear a scream from behind one of the doors. Being the hero that I was, I bust the door open.

What was seen cannot be unseen. A pony was strapped to some kind of hanging cage contraption. All I could see was her legs up into the air being pulled open by straps and clamps. Blood trickled from between her thighs and down into her tail. Anger filled with in me. I wished my first thought was true. I wished she was raped. My eye widened as I looked at the dead and bloody fetus laying in the bowl on the nearby table. I fought the urge to turn and run out of the room. I had to help this pony. Taking a few steps forward, I will soon wish I had ran out. I see the face of the mare strapped into the cage.

“She took my baby!” I screamed to myself.

Anxiety over takes me and I bolt out of the room. I lean against the dirty wall decompressing. Tears rolled down my cheek.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I did a prayer, a proper prayer not one about me being ravaged by my goddesses. After a long deep breath I step in an empty room.

A piece of paper sat on rusty table.
_
One of the most fascinating aspects of equestrian biology is pregnancy. We horses have the natural ability to biologically terminate pregnancy at well with in the first few months of conception.
This came from ponies once being a rather promiscuous species. Good evidence of this is the high female count amongst pony numbers. Ponies use to travel in tribes of herds made of mostly females with one or two males that bred with them.
This was before ponies became enlightened of course. A pregnant female that came from one tribe to another might have her foal killed at birth. Aborting ability saved the mare from heart break and physical stress of pregnancy and birthing.
Even giving this biologically ability to abort. Manual abortions are almost unheard of and frown upon. Yeah, It's okay when god allows you to kill your baby but when another pony plays her hoof in the act it's a sin.
I had to fashion my own tools for going into a mare’s womb for abstraction of fetuses.
Fun,

Dr. Pip
_

I used the stairs to go to the second floor. Not much new of note to talk about. Shot some nurses in the hall. I found the room marked lab. In side you guessed it more monster nurses. After clearing the room reloading and downing a health potion. I find a note.
_
Well treating Littlepip’s wounds and giving her a blood transfusion. I took a little of her original blood and injected it in the corps of the unicorn messenger we captured.
With the taint that mutated her body should still be reproduced in her blood with negligible levels. Heck, with Littlepip’s cellar structure. I’m unsure if she is going to die or if she’s immortal? Saving massive blood loss or brain trauma.
Anyway injecting the blood in the heart of the unicorn and giving her a few electric shocks to pump it throughout her body was a brilliant idea. Add a few blasts of magic radiation to jump start Littlepip’s blood cells and you get a mindless brain eating thing.
Must bring her mind back, so I sedated the thing. I need to send someone into the Otherworld and find what I need.

Dr. Pip
_

Great, I have ghoul blood. I wonder what Dr. Pip is looking for?

Hitting the rusty the locker in the wall I retrieval my rug sack and a satchel. It held a metal music box that didn’t work and a letter.
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To Mason

Sorry about your loss, we know, you know you’re not the only one who had lost love ones in these terrifying times. I know your wife maybe out there, but I hope you make the right choice for you and your daughter.
The Overmare believes she is key to stopping the disappearances. Please take her to Stable Omega. If you insist on looking for your wife please drop Cherry Emerald in the hooves of Dr. Pip. She’s in charge of Alchemilla Hospital.
Watch out for the Buckhaven Hospital’s Order of peace, they reorganized after the death of Black Dahlia and the defunct of Lone Wolf. They are now under the leadership of White Claudia. She got a hold of firearms and they armed themselves. If they get a hold of Cherry Emerald all will be for not.
_

I step outside and finished off a rot nurse that didn’t die all the way. Deciding to risk it, I walked over and press the button to the elevator. I entered and pressed the button for the basement. Leaning against the wall to take my breath, I whip my tattered mane out of my eyes. It had been long lately, but the fire burnt parts of it off. I’m going to have to cut it short. This sadden me, Homage said I finally was turning into a mare instead of a tombuck. The elevator creeks then drops. I screamed like a mare. The music kicks on.

“As the heat rise I feel my blood boil,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Just let my body burn,”

I got my wits about me and I used my pipleg reload my shotgun.

“Oh Doctor, why don’t you let my body fall.
Doctor, just make the call,
My blood’s on a boil and I just want to die,”

One side of the saddle bags rips open spilling its contents over the floor. Fire had burned the bag too much making it useless. The other side wasn’t fairing much better.

“As the heat rise I feel my blood boil,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Just let my body burn,”

The elevator suddenly stops causing me to stumble. I raise the shotgun aiming at the door.

“Oh Solider, why don’t you make the call,
Solider you better go and shoot me now,
I see the fire in your eyes,
I can feel your blood boil,”

The door opens, I fire upon a mob of nurses. Franticly, There was a lot of them and I didn’t have my magic to help me reload.

“I know because, As the heat rise I feel my blood boil,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Why won’t you just let my body burn,
Just let my body burn,

Oh God, Why don’t you just do it now,
God go and cast me down,
I want to feel my blood boil,
I want to see my body burn,
I want to see my body burn,
I want to see my body burn,”

I pondered a moment on how to handle the floating blood. The larger the balls of blood the more damage they would cause me. I decided to blast them with the shotgun. It was kind of pretty watching the drops bounce around. I winced as I walked through them.

More nurses emerge from rooms down the hallway.

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

The hallway was dark, it didn’t lighten up as I walk toward the darkness. I aim the shotgun forward unsure when something new would jump out at me. I had plenty of ammo but five healing potions. Not enough at this rate. I stepped down the dark hallway. I found a door at the end of the hall, but it had no door knob. A bed lay next to the door with a note.

_
The Big Angel is most commonly used for making Soul Jars in Zebra magic. The Big Angel can be divided any number of times. If the Little Angel is used to make a Soul Jar that object becomes alive and is given a will of it’s own. For example the book Rarity spoke to me about once.
Soul Jars fused with flesh that should otherwise be dead becomes a zombie. If the Big Angel is put in a dead ponies body that body will come alive and be under the control of a necromancer.
Balefire bombs can divide and rip both the Little and Big Angels. Their souls reform making a zombie or ghoul.

Dr. Pip
_

I tap it with my horn and it swings open. A rush of light and sound pulls me into the room.

My body hurt and I was feeling hot from the inside out. I found myself in what seemed like an arena or a medical observation room. Not sure witch, both maybe?

Looking I could see many rot nurses and Dr. Pip up in the bleachers. Dr. Pip gives me a wicked smile.

Before me stood a large orange unicorn mare. She screams out in pain as her horn glows. Gold wings spread out her back turning her into an angel pony. Then the unicorn mare explodes in flame. She became a giant beast of fire shadow and rot.

“Celestia fuck me with her over heated hard drive!” I shouted as I dodge the burning unicorn angel monster when it charged at me.

For a moment it felt like my head was going to pop. The creature’s flames turn into a fiery cannon blast. I jumped back out of the way. One hit with one of those attacks and I’ll have to use two healing potions.

I take a safe distance and fired the shotgun. It does little damage at a safe distance. Great,

The creature turns to look at me. I look around the edge of the area in hopes of a way of escape. There was none I could see. The thing charges, I slide past, almost glancing each other.

For a moment as we passed it felt like my blood was going to explode. I went black for a second. The impact of a fireball exploding near me knocked me into consciousness. My body stinged but it could have been worse. I dodge another charge from the creature. My consciousness flickered but I managed to shoot the thing point blank.

Fuck, the impact knocked it off two of its feet and sprayed some charcoal flesh. But it recovered quickly and turned to attack me. In desperation I unleash more shells in the creature.

Other than rain black ash around me it had no effect. I run around the flaming pony thing trying to distance myself enough to reload. I found myself wishing I had some hard slugs. Suddenly, I thought of that Little Angel figurine. The end of it was just small enough to jam down the front barrel of my gun. It was a dumb idea but better than nothing.

I put the figurine in the end of my shotgun and charged for the flaming pony’s head. My body felt like exploding and I had to fight with all my will to stay conscious. I jam the figurine in its eye and fired.

Beep, beep, Beep,

I open my eye to see a pink coated pony with a blood and blond streaked mane. Her cutie mark some kind of fuzzy ribbon.

“Your? Alive?” The earth pony asks me cautiously.

“Who are you? I asked back.

“The name is Garland,” The pony replied, “I have been trapped in this room forever watching her.”

A smell hits my nose that made my bile leap up in my throat. Garland sees the look on my face and sprays the air with air freshener. I hear the sound of breathing machines. There was an incubation tent in the middle of the room.

“What is that?” I swallowed as I walked up to the tent. I looked at Garland.

“You can look most ponies want to see her,” Garland told me.

I lifted the curtain of the tent. Letting loose a gasp, I tried not to scream. The thing I saw was a cocoon of scabs. One end was a pony head shape with the remains of a horn. Her legs were gone only leaving stumps. There were two more stumps, Wings. I looked at the size of this pony. I couldn't hold back anymore. I whaled and scream as I realized who this was.

“No! Luna no!” I cried, “Your dead!” Tears hit the floor.

“But dead ponies seem to have been walking lately.” Garland points out, “I think you know that.”

I turn to glare at her, “What happened to my goddess! I know she’s dead. I seen her body. But the dead do seem to walk around here. Not just those rotting monsters. Ponies from the past and the level of technology it’s all new. Abandon but new.”

Garland gives me a sad look, “I don’t know!” She cries manicly, “I just woke up in this world one day and I always watched over her and I never age. Some do, some have children then others like me just don’t age. It’s said that Luna is the one that's behind this nightmare.”

Being in a dream world made sense since Luna was said to have the power over dreams, maybe even over death and the afterlife.

“Black Dalia had plans of bring her back to her original glory,” Garland continued, “Then she died and Dr. Pip being the Messiah of Peace clamed leadership. I don’t think she really cares about bringing back Luna. But Lone Wolf raised a cue saying that it was possible to resurrect Luna into Nightmare Moon. White Claudia then made a cue over her father. They are held up at Buckhaven now.”

“So, you’re saying Dr. Pip knows how to bring Luna back?” I asked the pink nurse mare.

Garland gives me a sad look,

“If Luna comes back I’m sure this nightmare world will end,” I said defiantly.

“There was one attempt eight years ago witch I was present of,” Garland told me, “It went horribly wrong, it changed things.”

“I’ll guess I’ll just have to get information from Dr. Pip.” I looked at the scab from the blood transfusion, “I owe a mare something at least.”

Garland grabs me franticly, “Please don’t kill her! The Messiah of Peace has almost god like powers. Even if you somehow manage to kill her. It would leave us all defenseless.”

Wouldn’t be the first time I shifted the balance of power. Then again that tends not to work out well.

“Okay, for Luna’s sake I’ll just get the information I need,” I told Garland.

“Thank you!” Garland gives me a hug and I blush.

After an awkward moment an alarm goes off causing Garland to go and attend to Luna. Well she’s distracted. I look around the room. There was another bed in the room. It looked like Miss Garland slept here. On her table I find a piece of an old medical text book.
_
When engaged in sexual activity, the body creates hormones that simulate feelings we called love and affection. A couple that may have somewhat feeling for each other before sexual interaction are increased after words. This is a form of biological brainwashing to insure the couple stays together and help raise offspring. So anyone who engages in such activity must be aware of the source of these feelings as to not confuse true love with biology.
_

My body trembled, I was filled with emotion. Was that my relationship with Homage? Hornyness, A stinging in our loins? A need to breed warped?

I kicked a shelf, Garland gave me a glare. I blushed and turned my rear to her.

Looking at the shelf, I noticed it was filled with viles and drugs, It looked to be an assortment of Med X and fertility drugs? I glanced over at Garland, she was injecting Luna with something. Why would they be giving Luna fertility drugs? My skin crawls at the prospects.

The shaft of a small gun is pressed against the back of Garland’s head, “Now, Why would you be giving a comatose god fertility drugs?”

“You don’t understand!” Garland shouts.

“I shoot ponies that rape other ponies,” I told her, “I’m sure this count and for raping my goddess I’ll shoot you in the hoof. Every next one will be two inches up from the last.”

A tentacle flies out from under Garland’s tail knocking me to the ground. Three tentacles wrap around me. Garland grabs a syringe and injects me in the neck with it.

I found myself in front of a mirror. A magic blocking ring was a round my horn.
Snip,

A strand of hair falls into my lap joining many others.

Snip,

“You’re starting to look like your old self dear,” Velvet Remedy remarks.

I looked up at her confused,

“You been asking me for a hair cut?” Velvet Remedy answers. She takes the last bit of the mane on the back of the neck with her magic.

“No, I want to keep a little,” I told her.

Velvet Remedy bites her lip in thought, She puts little ribbons in it. “It does look cute.”

I blushed, Velvet Remedy removes the bandage around my eye. The light stung and I had to close it.

“Let me look at it dear,” Velvet Remedy orders forcefully taking my head and looking at my eye ball. “I think its healing fine.”

Suddenly Velvet Remedy puts her arms around me. Tears glimmered out the corners of her closed eyelids.

“Velvet?” I asked concerned.

“It’s just nice seeing you better,” Velvet Remedy told me. She taps on my shoulder, “Come on Littlepip come with me.”

I was led to a white room. Velvet Remedy puts me down in a chair. Dragon Scribe walks into the room. She and Velvet Remedy glare at each other.

“I told you not to get too close,” Dragon Scribe reprimanded.

“She's fine,” Velvet Remedy snaps.

“She might become violent again,” Dragon Scribe snaps back.

Dragon Scribe turns to me, “Now, Littlepip do you know who I am?”

“I’ve seen you in someone’s memory orb,” I remarked, “I think it was a memory orb.”

“Did I say something?” I asked confused.

“Littlepip, memory orbs don’t exist. They are either memories that you disjointed yourself from or complete fantasies.”

“Then what is real!” I shouted.

“The mare next to me is Velvet Remedy,” Dragon Scribe tells me.

“I know who she is,” I snapped.

“Really then who is she?” Dragon scribe asks.

“One of my best friends we came from the same Stable,” I answered.

Velvet Remedy gives me a sad look. “You don’t know who I am?”

I gave her a sad look back.

“At least she’s lucid,” Dragon Scribe notes, “Littlepip, this mare is your older cousin and legal guardian.”

Dragon Scribe and Velvet Remedy give each other a concerned look.

“Cousin? Guardian? What’s going on here?” I was feeling more confused.

“I still don’t think you should be here,” Dragon Scribe complains to Velvet Remedy. “She has had extremely sexualized feelings-“

“After, what happened to Homage I'm not rejecting her, I'm the only one left.” Velvet Remedy cuts off.

“What happened to Homage!” I demanded.

“You tried to set her on fire,” Dragon Scribe coldly replied.

My heart sinks, “What no, I would never do that!” I struggled with my bindings.

“You kept repeating the word Arbu,” Dragon Scribe told me.

“No, this is a dream, this isn’t real,” I rocked the chair back and forth.

“Littlepip please,” Velvet Remedy begs.

Dragon Scribe gives her a glare to shut up, “Littlepip you need to come to terms there are no Stables, there is no wasteland. Even Silent Ponyville doesn’t exist. Your cousin gave up a singing career to become a nurse.”

My chair falls over, like a flash the room turns burnt and black. Velvet Remedy turns into Dr. Pip. She walked past Dragon Scribe holding a syringe with her magic. I was on an examining table my legs being pulled open by a vice. I turn my head to see Robinfire’s body laying on a gurney.

“You know what’s in here?” Dr. Pip waves the syringe then points it at my cooch.

“It all comes down to sex for you doesn’t it?” Dragon Scribe didn't seem to notice what was going on around her, “You use sex to act out, to punish yourself. Then when you get yourself pregnant we- your cousin have to do the right thing.”

Robinfire sits up, She turns and looks at Dr. Pip. Suddenly she jumps the Doctor. They hit the floor.

I hit the magic blocking ring on the metal pole next to my head. The piece of metal gives way. With a flick of my neck I tossed the ring across the room.

The ash covered walls peel away. I could feel my magic click on. My bindings unlock.

“Littlepip!’ No!” Dragon Scribe shouts.

Giving a quick look around, I could see my supplies in the corner of the room. I take it up with my magic. Robinfire grabs the shotgun as I put on the gear. Dr. Pip stands up, Robinfire touches the weapon with her horn. The enchanted weapon blows out an explosion of flame. Dr. Pip disappears in smoke. Robinfire indeed.

The room catches on fire. We ducked the flames and run down the hallway. Nurses blocked our path. Robinfire enchants her weapon again. When she fire’s the gun, it shoots out flames burning the nurses. Robinfire’s horn backfires. It flies off her forehead and the pony collapses. I lifted her and the shotgun with my magic and we ran past the nurses laying on the ground. I hurried up the stairs the fire backdrafting behind me.

“Littlepip?” Minty Love shouts confused as I jumped out of the first floor stairwell flames behind me.

I give the mint pony an angry glare,

“Give her too me,” Minty Love orders not noticing my look, “We need to get out of here before the whole place burns down.”

I shrugged, I’ll deal with her later. We ran outside. After a few blocks, We stopped and turned around. I stared at the flaming orange glow.

“Em I seeing the past or the future?” I remarked in awe.
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FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered by picking Key Key Chain in room 203. Then choosing dialog option when talking to Dragon Scribe.
_

Dragon Scribe turns to me, “Now, Littlepip do you know who I am?”

“Yes, You are a Nobody,” A light shines in my mouth. It forms into a Keyblade. The ring of magic binding brakes.

Velvet Remedy smiles. “I guess the deception is over.” Her body transforms into Dr. Pip.

“I should have figured it out sooner,” I smirked taking the Keyblade with my magic. “Big Angel and Little Angel, Mind and Body, Nobody and Heartless. Your experiments end now!”

Dr. Pip forms a sword, The two of us charge at each other.
_
ITEM ADDED:
Next time you start your game the Silent Hill Keyblade will be added to your inventory.