“Blue…” Marcus muttered. “Not seen blue sky in a while.”

The last thing Marcus remembered was those accursed Elements of Harmony blasting him with some rainbow magic, although the look upon their bearers’ faces was seemingly one of disappointment at the fact that they didn’t have the desired effect. And now here he was, lying on the ground on his face. Hopefully he wasn’t one of those abominations now.

He looked up and saw a purple unicorn in the distance that looked a lot like Twilight Sparkle. Her horn was shimmering, probably summoning all her magic to incapacitate him so she could force that vile potion down his throat.

“Come on, come on, where are you from?” he heard her mutter, before she growled in frustration. He picked himself off the ground and looked behind him, watching as a portal that apparently brought him here abruptly collapsed back into a singularity and winked out of existence.

“Ponyfeathers!” he heard her seethe. Marcus saw a purple dragon slowly approaching him, with Celestia’s damned phoenix chirping from its perch on the dragon’s shoulder.

“Hey....are you okay?” the dragon enquired, gently reaching out to touch Marcus with the tip of its claw.

As he heard Sparkle yell “Spike! Get away from it! You don't know what it is capable of!”, he checked to see if his defensive runes were still working.

They were.

Sparkle’s horn glowed, capturing the baby dragon and dragging him back to her. Marcus glared at her and confirmed, “Sparkle?”

The word was loaded with enough dread to sink a ship. Marcus started staring at her with hate burning in his eyes.

“Um....sorry…” he heard Sparkle say nervously as she slowly started backing up. “I didn't mean to-”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” he screamed, masculine voice deep and threatening.

“Wait! You're hurt! We can-AH!” Marcus had had enough of this ignorant act, and hurled a scoop of dirt into her eyes.

“I SAID STAY AWAY, YOU GOD DAMN KILLER!” he screamed, bolting away from Sparkle while she tried to clean her eyes. He heard her and that dragon talking for a bit before they started to give chase. Panicking, Marcus began to look for the nearest place he could easily hide from that genocidal murderess. He spotted a shady-looking forest, and immediately began hauling ass towards it.

“Wait! You can't go in there!” he heard Sparkle shout behind him. “Ah, um, yes!”

Not paying attention, he stumbled as she hurled a spell at him. It exploded in a flash of indigo energy, but all it really did was make him slightly drowsy. “Sparkle must be getting soft. Hah! That was a good one” he muttered.

Sparkle had managed to keep up with Marcus, but as they were nearing the end of the town he had woken up in, he could hear her hoofsteps starting to slow down. “That’s odd,” Marcus thought to himself. “Aren’t these ponies known for their infamous stamina?”

Suddenly, he heard a familiar pair of voices approaching. Marcus’s eyes widened. She wasn’t slowing down because she was tired. She was slowing down because she didn’t have to chase him anymore. “Great,” he mumbled sarcastically. “Now I have to outrun a pony with ADHD and an ego so big she can fly!”

“Well Dash, Ah’ve gotta say those are some mighty fine specs. I dunno though, kinda makes you look like a bit of an, oh what’s the word…’egghead’.”

“Egghead? Ha! It takes a real pony to wear these in public! Real mares aren’t afraid to…”

“Applejack! Rainbow Dash!” Marcus heard Sparkle yell behind him as he saw the two ponies coming around the corner. The cowardly rainbow-maned pegasus was wearing a weird cumbersome headset, one that probably allowed her to hypnotize humans or shoot laser beams out of her eyes, and the humans’ info source was apparently discussing how to improve it with her.

“Oh, hey Twi’-” Applejack started, before Marcus rushed past her with a gust of wind.

Behind him, he could hear Sparkle command them, “Girls! Creature! Catch! Danger!” To be honest, Marcus was surprised they didn’t kill him on sight.

When the hoofsteps behind fell silent, he slowed down to a stop at the edge of the town, hands on his knees and chest heaving. He glanced over his shoulder to check to see if the three madmares were still chasing him, and his eyes zeroed in on the three of them. He was shocked to see them so close, but memories of what they had done quickly threw his fear and confusion out the window and poured a bucketful of pure, unadulterated rage into his brain.

“YOU FUCKING CUNTS!” he roared as loud as he could, before abruptly launching himself back in their direction, charging like a locomotive turned loose.

“Whoah nelly!” Applejack exclaimed, shoving Sparkle out of his path while Dash dropped her headset, spread her wings and shot off in a vertical takeoff. As Marcus hurtled up to her, Applejack planted her forehooves in the ground, spun around and lashed out at him with a powerful buck.

“It’s not going to be that easy!” Marcus grinned as he dodged Applejack’s kick, leapt off the ground, and, planting a foot in the orange mare’s back, used her as a springboard to fling himself up at Dash. As the farm pony was smashed into the ground he flew through the air and tackled the cyan pegasus, dragging her back onto the hard ground. The two rolled around for a bit before Marcus managed to pin Dash on her stomach in a submission hold.

“Hey! Get off of me!” she shouted, struggling to throw him off, but was ultimately unable to lift his weight.

“Rainbow, stop struggling!” Sparkle shrieked. “He’s got you in a hold! Quit fighting and he won’t hurt you-”

“Yeah, no, not a chance, bitch” Marcus whispered into Dash’s ear as he dislocated one of her wings with an audible, sickening pop.

“My wing! He popped my wing!” Dash screamed in pain.

“Let’s see how well you fly ‘Dashie’,” Marcus hissed. “When your wings are nothing more than tattered stumps!”

He began to pull on her second wing, causing Dash to cry out, her frantic efforts to throw him off only worsening her agony.

“I’m a comin’ Dash!” Applejack shouted as she began struggling up and throwing herself straight back into the fray, but not before another wet pop announced that Marcus had managed to dislocate Dash’s other wing from its socket.

“My wings!” Dash screamed, before collapsing into wordless howls of pain. Sparkle watched on, not doing a thing. Did she really care so little about other beings that she wouldn’t even help her accomplices? Suddenly, her horn began glowing she galloped up to finish off Marcus, as Applejack had managed to push him away.

Suddenly, Sparkle cast a spell on Dash instead of attacking him. “Ah-ah, ah…” he heard Dash sob, noisily sniffing back the worst of the tears. “Thanks, Twilight!”

“Don't thank me yet. That was only a numbing charm; your wings still need relocating.” Sparkle explained hurriedly, her horn glowing once more as she tried to hurl the same spell she cast on the pegasus at Marcus, only for it to splash ineffectively across his back in a flicker of energy. Marcus felt a slight numbing sensation, but nothing that would impair him in his tussle with Applejack.

“Gah, somehow he’s resistant to magic!” he heard Sparkle scream in frustration.

“Don’t worry Twi, he’s all mine! Get help!” Dash snarled, running straight towards Marcus and Applejack, apparently ignorant of the fact that her wings now flopped uselessly at her sides. What were these things?

Applejack was breathing heavily, trying desperately to wrangle herself on top of Marcus, who was currently trying to pin her. But his fingers gave him the advantage in the tussle, enabling him to hold down her forelegs in a manner no pony could. “Thanks, evolution” he silently thanked.

“I got your back AJ! Take this!” Dash screamed, trying to spin and buck Marcus, who taunted, “Nope!” as he rolled sideways, using Applejack as a living shield. Dash’s hooves plowed into her partner-in-genocide’s gut, the blow powerful enough to cause the unfortunate laborer to vomit up her breakfast.

As Applejack fell aside, breathing weakly where she lay in a foul puddle of half-digested apple oatmeal, Marcus got up and gave her a brutal kick in the ribs.

“Merciless whore! How’s it feel to be on the receiving end for once, ‘Miss Applejack Smith’!? Is honest pain too much for all your lies to take!?”

“Hey, buddy!” Dash shouted, galloping up and hurling her full weight into him. “We’ve got a word for bullies like you here! Glue!”

Splaying his feet, Marcus took the brunt of her attack, and with a feral grin he seized hold of one of her damaged wings, clutching it like a handle.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Dash yelped as fresh pain burst through the numbing veil of Saprkle’s spell. “Hey! HEY! STOP!”

“FUCK OFF, BLUE BITCH!” Marcus roared as he spun, dragging her around like he was cracking a whip with her wing, before he hurled her away at a nearby carrot stall, causing it to collapse in an avalanche of wood, trapping the rainbow-haired mare underneath.

Bruised and beaten, Applejack struggled to get back onto her hooves, when Marcus gave her another cruel kick, knocking her back on her side.

“You’re so proud of your legs” he laughed darkly, causing the steadfast pony to quail in fear. “How’d you like try living the rest of your life without them?” Dropping onto his knees to straddle her back, he began to lay into her hindquarters, his fingers clenched tightly into fists as he started pounding at her flanks and thighs remorselessly, causing her to cry out in pain.

“No, please stop! I need those to support my famil-AIEE!” she shrieked as Marcus brought his elbow down hard, and he heard a bone snap like dry twigs. Perfect.

“Then its fair play!” he roared between blows. “You took my family, so I’ll deprive yours of you!”

Another bolt of magic slammed into his back from behind, with just enough force to knock him away from Applejack.

“Ha!” crowed Sparkle, newly returned with reinforcements in the form of the other so-called “Elements of Harmony”. “Now GET AWAY FROM OUR FRIENDS!”

The dangerous glow of her horn caused Marcus to hesitate for a moment, forgetting about his runes, as the butter bitch dropped down into the street in front of him.

“How dare you...” Fluttershy whispered, her wings flaring and her eyes growing huge and dark as she glared at Marcus. Taking off with uncharacteristic confidence she flew directly at him and hovered in his face, one hoof planted right in his chest. “HOW DARE YOU HURT MY FRIE-ark!!”

Sparkle and Rarity gazed on. Did they seriously not care? Marcus then realized that he was unable to look away from the soul-piercing depths of Fluttershy’s eyes. Furious, he managed to bring his hands up and wrapped them around the “kind” cunt’s neck, clenching furiously in an attempt to choke the life out of her.

“Get out, of, my head!” Marcus grunted, sweat rolling down his brow. “Get. Out. Of. My. Head!”

“Ne….ne….no!” Fluttershy gasped, refusing to break the Stare even as she struggled for breath. “Not…until you stop, hurting, my friends…”

“Never…” Marcus growled, eyes bloodshot and face flushed. “It’s you, or me, Flutterbitch. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. How does it feel, to be trapped, like the rest of us, in a vice with no escape? The tables have finally turned, bitch! Now, you. Are. Going. To. DIE!””

Fluttershy’s hooves flailed weakly against his chest. The two were locked in a stalemate of wills, and sooner or later one of them would have to yield.

It was Flutterbitch. Starved of oxygen, her eyes rolled back in her skull and she fell limp in his grasp.

“Yessssss…” Marcus hissed in victory as the Stare was broken, tightening his grip as he tried to pop her head off. “YESSSS!”

“HEY, BRONY!” a new voice suddenly screamed, as Pinkamena somehow sprung up between Fluttershy and Marcus, balancing a whipped cream pie on her hoof. “LEAVE THAT MARE ALONE!”

With a mighty swing she splattered the pie into his face, only for him to jerk forward, head butting her right between the eyes, but dropping Fluttershy in the process. “Damnit!” Marcus swore.

“That's not nice!” Pinkamena protested as the force of his blow hurled her back, eyes rolling. Landing in a pink blur, she suddenly produced a huge gunmetal blue piece of artillery as she rolled back onto her hooves. “Now say hello, my little friend!”

Marcus cleared his eyes, only for them to widen in surprise when he saw the big blue Party Cannon aimed straight at him. He had heard stories of the thing, loaded with confetti and potion, and knew he was staring Death in the face.

“Surprise!” Pinkamena whooped, slamming a hoof down on the trigger, firing the cannon and sending Marcus flying through a kitchen window in a blast of confetti and party favours. He groaned as he got back up. Outside, he heard Sparkle marvel “Pinkamena! That was amazing!” as she rushed to help Fluttershy.

He looked around, and found a knife lying on the ground. He crept up to it, picked it up, and silently threw it at Sparkle, hoping that God would take pity this one time and let the knife kill Saprkle. Then again, if God had pity, Celestia would have never invaded Earth.

“Amazing is what I do- DUCK!” Pinkamena forced Sparkle to the ground as the razor-sharp bread knife came flying out of the broken window, embedding itself into a lamppost right where Sparkle’s head had been moments before. Why couldn’t Sparkle just die?

“Pinkamena Diane Pie, you fucking pink annoyance!” Marcus growled, scrambling back out through the window. “Confetti, Pinkamena? Tut-tut. You should have brought your A-Game, because this time I am going to snap your spine, like a damn candy cane!”

“Can't we be friends instead?” Pinkamena ducked his fists while Sparkle teleported away, transporting Fluttershy to safety with her. “My name is Pinkie Pie, hello! Oh, but you already know that. Hey, how did you know my name anyways? You don't have to be a big meanie you know? We can all be friends and play A-Games toge-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Marcus roared as he lashed out in annoyance, the bellow startling Pinkamena, but not enough for him to actually land a hit on her. “Is that what you call war? Friendship? How about genocide, or isn’t there a word for that in Equestria!?”

The party whore began ducking and weaving between the blows, seemingly contorting like taffy, but her happy smile was quickly vanishing. First her expression morphed into concentration, then panic when Marcus’s fingernails began to graze her coat. Finally he managed scratch her across her butt tattoo, four red welts of blood puncturing the three balloons that marked her “special talent”. Pinkamena yelped in pain, and the moment’s distraction was enough for Marcus to deliver an impromptu haymaker that left her sprawling on the floor. “Shit, maybe I should have boosted that punch with my runes. Oh well, no matter. It still worked!” Marcus added as a quiet afterthought.

Panting from exhaustion, but managing a triumphant stance, Marcus raised his leg over Pinkamena to crush her skull, when a rope sheathed in a shimmering field of magic wrapped around him, pinning his arms and causing him to topple back on the hard cobblestones.

“So undignified,” Rarity stated, horn glowing as she manipulated the rope with her skilled telekinesis. “I must say, ropeponyship is more Applejack’s field of skill, but as the old proverbs say, it takes a beauty to bring down the beast.”

Trotting up, the slutty little cunt smiled and pushed up her mane, batting her eyes as winsomely as she could manage. “Now, would you kindly remain still so that we might discuss this like civilized ponies?”

“Rarity…” Marcus seethed contemptuously, before he flexed his arms, straining against the rope. “I am not, and I will NEVER be, a GODDAMN PONY!”

The weak stitch knot that Rarity had tied him with began to pull open under the strength of his exertions. Narrowing her eyes she lit her horn and took a hold of the rope, trying to restrain him further, but found her magic unable to keep a hold of him, as if both he and the hempen line were covered in butter.

“Oh dear…” the stunned bitch whimpered, before backing off in full-fledged retreat as Marcus managed to free his arms.

“Wrangle him, Rarity!” yelled a limping Applejack. “Ain’t you a proud, magical unicorn?”

“I can't! My magic is slipping off the rope!” Rarity backpedalled further, fear etched onto her face. “Twilight, darling, assistance please!”

“That's it!” Sparkle exclaimed, before teleporting to Rarity’s side, just as Marcus freed itself and attempted to kick the fashionista in the face.

“Hey, you!” Sparkle yelled, drawing his attention. “Meet my friend Sir Isaac Neighton!”

She hurled another bolt of magic at him, but this time a levitated rock was cradled in the spell, and the force of the impact was enough to knock him on his back.

“Smartass little motherfucker…” he seethed, trying to pull himself upright.

“Ha!” Sparkle yelled in triumph. “You might be resistant to magic, but you’re not immune to the laws of motion! Now TAKE THIS!”

Horn blazing, she seized hold of the wreckage of the carrot stall pinning Dash, and flung it at Marcus. However, he turned to face the stall, and crossed his arms in an X in front of him as he shifted his feet to brace himself. The wreckage flew around him, as his runes glowing brightly.

“I…I…” Sparkle panted, before flopping on the ground in exhaustion. “How…runes…” she muttered before falling unconscious.

The remaining five mares all gaped at Marcus, who began laughing mirthlessly. “All this time, you thought you were the better race. The ‘perfect’ race,” Marcus snarled, advancing on the five. “Well, looks like humans are more than just pests you can crush beneath your hooves, huh?”

Grabbing a nearby stick, he sprinted towards the fleeing mares, screaming, “NOW KINDLY DIE!”

He managed to crack the stick against Applejack’s good leg, causing her to trip and fall over with a yelp. Marcus leapt onto Applejack’s stomach, causing her to retch, stomach trying to expel vomit that wasn’t there.

“So, Miss Smith, you claim to have ‘the strongest legs in all of Equestria’, now do you?” he sneered as he began pummeling her face with his fists, her friends watching in horror. “Well, you’re going to have to be more honest with yourself if you’re going to be the ‘Element of Honesty’, bitch!”

Marcus then stood up, grabbed his stick, and swung it over his head at Applejack’s good leg, breaking her thighbone. She started screaming in agony before Marcus lifted her up and put her in a headlock. The other four Elements, who were running towards Applejack to stop Marcus, screeched to a stop.

“Humph,” Marcus grunted in surprise. He hadn’t expected them to stop, as he thought they would figure out a way to eliminate him while saving Applejack. After all, didn’t Rarity know magic? “You seem to have forgotten that we are at war. Well, I won’t make the same mistake you made with us!”

Marcus then grabbed Applejack’s head and twisted it, snapping her neck with an audible crack, killing her instantly. The remaining four mares could only look on in horror at the fact that they were defeatable. “This is the part where you run, and I kill the rest of you” Marcus prompted, before stooping and retrieving Applejack’s hat as a trophy.

The Elements glanced at each other, grabbed Sparkle, and ran.

Marcus was just about to chase after them, before a stray thought hit him. “Shit, Celestia must have figured out by now I’m here by now. After all, I did just kill Applejack! I have to get out of here before the Solar Guard arrives, or the cunt herself!”

He immediately turned around and started running for the forest he saw earlier. As he was running, questions began littering his mind. Why was the town so rural? In fact, where the fuck was he? He certainly didn’t seem to be in upper New York. And why did the Elements seem so…different? Why did none of the townspeople come out? “Oh right, they’re all either dead or ponified into those horrors.” Marcus gave a short bark of laughter.

When he arrived at the forest, Marcus began looking around for a place to camp out. He found a nice clearing where he could spend the night, and lay down to sleep. He reflected on what had happened earlier today, and realized that he had just killed one of Celestia’s figureheads. “I killed Applejack,” he marveled, turning her hat over in his hands. “So they’re not invincible after all. We can do this. We really can! WE CAN REALLY WIN THIS WAR!”

Marcus immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, mentally slapping himself upside his head for his lack of discipline. He scanned the woods surrounding him, ears straining to hear anything out of the ordinary. When nothing moved, he gave a sigh of relief, shifted onto his side, and slept.