Manehatten nights are always cold.

The dark dreary alleys and side streets are like magnets that attract icy winds. I pull my cloak tighter around my body, smashing my mane flat against my neck; normally I'd be more careful not to mess it up, but honestly I think it would be better if I looked scruffy. I've already done everything else to make myself look pitiful, lost, alone, helpless. Might as well add dirty and hungry to that list too, anything to attract the kind of pony I'm looking for.

Some say the city comes alive at night. Parties, clubs, dancing, drinking, swearing, and fucking. You can find all the sinful pleasures of the world at this time. Personally, I think the city dies when the sun goes down, or at least that's when the vultures come out. You'd have to be drunk, high, or stupid to be caught on the streets at night, especial in run down areas of the town like this. Ponies are killed every night in this city, whether they just disappear into thin air or die bleeding in the gutters is for the guards to decide. No one likes to step outside after dark, most ponies try to avoid that action at all costs, but I'm not most ponies.

I'm not even a pony at all.

I wander through the narrow alleyway, side stepping around muddy potholes as I go. I reach the end of the passage and stare up into tall brown buildings across the road. The street is dimly lit with flickering lamps that struggle to cut through the thin fog. There is an unnatural silence in the area, the kind you'd have in a church or a cemetery, where nopony would dare disturb the forces that work there. The peace is broken when I make out hooves hitting stone down the street.

I tilt my head to glance in the direction, pulling on my hood as if my face wasn't already hidden within it. The pony I see is a stallion, brown coat with a white mane. He wears nothing save a wool cap that covers his ears, which is unusual given how cold it is out here. He looks at me with wide eyes, probably shocked to see someone like me out here at night. I scan him covertly from within my hood, trying to measure up who he is, and if I should take him.

He comes to a stop right in front of me and fakes a smile before asking. “Hey there, what are you doing out so late little one?”

I stumble backward and turn my head, having prepared my act far in advance. “I...I don't know. I lost my parents hours ago, and I can't find them anywhere.”

I add that hint of fear in my voice and stutter my tone. The stallion's face twists with pity and kneels down to give me comforting words. “It's alright, we can find them. Do you know where they live, or work, or any other place they might be.”

Instead of answering him I step back, looking at him with mock distrust. “I-I-I'm not sure.....I mean....my mom always tells me not to talk to strangers.”

The stallion smiles a real smile this time. “And you're a very smart filly to take her advice. Listen, if you're uncomfortable with me then I could get a messenger to fly out and find her. There's a post office not too far down the road that's always open, and we could wait right outside for them to come find you.”

That's all I needed to hear. I know he's telling the truth. It's hard for me not to smile at him, knowing how rare it is to find someone who even cares about another pony's troubles in this city. I almost feel sorry for turning him away.

“Thank you, really. But, I think it would be better if I search for them on my own.”

He blinks, obviously not expecting the response. “I'm sorry, but I can't do that little girl. This city is dangerous at night, I couldn't leave you all by yourself.”

I, however, was expecting his response. Standing fully erect on my hooves I drop my scared little girl act and look at him dead in the eye. “Sir, I thank you for the offer and your kindness. But please, go home. Now.”

His face changes. He doesn't say a word, just looks at me for a second with a blank stare. Then he turns and walks off down the street. My smile is still stuck to my lips. I feel sorry for having to do that to him. When he gets home he'll probably hit himself for leaving a small girl alone on the streets of Manehatten. If he's really nice, like I think he is, then he might come looking for me or at the very least notify the guards. He won't suspect a thing, though, no one ever realizes what I'm truly capable of, and if they do, well, they never get the chance to talk about it.

With no other potential targets nearby I turn the corner and walk up the street the way the stallion came from. I wander the museum of dirty broken down apartments until I reach the red light district. Large neon lights shine high above bars and porn shops that blare loud thumping music into the night. Drunk vulgar ponies stumble about all over the place. Some of them give me a worried glance before continuing on their way, but most just ignore me altogether. To them, I'm just one little mouse among a nest of rats.

I stop at an intersection, looking around to get my barring and plan where I should head next. I could find all sorts of scum wandering around this part of the city, but it's usually too crowded for them to want to attempt anything. The alleys and side paths have always been good, if a little sparse on ponies, and there are other options. It turns out though that I probably won't need to keep looking, as a well-dressed stallion with a blond mane walks up beside me.

“You're out pretty late young lady. What brings you to this neck of the wood?”

The way he looks at me instantly brings my suspicion. “I... I'm looking for my parents sir.”

He grins at me with far too much cheer. “Poor thing, it's very scary to be alone out here at night. Why don't you come with me? We can look for them together, and I know quite a few fun places around town we can go too.”

He's so obvious that I probably shouldn't bother testing him any further, but I do just to be sure. “My... my mom says I shouldn't talk with strangers.”

His smile fades only momentarily, then he places a hoof on my shoulder and says, “Well did she ever tell you to find help when you're lost because that's exactly what you're supposed to do. Come on, I promise to help find your parents, and we'll have a swell time while we're at it.”

Dear fucking Celestia, is he even trying to hide it? A foal half my age could see through this guy. Well, whatever, I've certainly found my prey, limping and bleeding through the woods I might add.

I give him a mock smile and state in my timid voice. “Alright sir, lead the way.”

His smile broadens. “Splendid, stay right behind me, we'll find them in no time.” He proceeds to lead me down the street, and asks, almost as an afterthought, “By the way, what is your name young lady?”

“I-It's Sweetie Belle sir.”

“Sweetie Belle,” He rings, “What a lovely name.”

We continue down the street, heading out of the red light district and back into the more dangerous side of town. It makes me sick just thinking about it, but I can't help but wonder just how many fillies have actually been tricked by this stallion. His methods are anything but subtle, a smart foal would see right through him in an instant, but he is acting way too easy going for this to be the first time. No, there were others before me. Poor, naïve foals who were promised hope and had it crushed under hoof.

Anger boils in my veins, and suddenly I feel the cravings hit me hard. I look at the stallion I'm following and lick the edges of my teeth. It's been far too long since I've done this, and soon the moment I've been waiting weeks for is about to come.

Anticipation causes an audible growl to escape my lips, making the stallion look over at me. “Did you hear something, Sweetie Belle?”

I conjure up an excuse. “I-It's my tummy, I haven't eaten in awhile.”

The older pony smiles at me again. “Well, we might just have to fix that. You know, I have a few friends who live nearby here. If we go over to their house I'm sure they'd have lots of candy for you to munch on.”

Candy? Really? How old-fashioned can you get? I mentally shrug and then act in an equally cliché manner. “Candy! Really! Yes! Yes! Where is this place? Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go!”

The stallion's grin widens. “Whoa-ho, calm down there you little sugar junkie, you'll have all the candy you want as soon as we cross this street.”

“Yes! Thank you! Now lets go!”

The stallion chuckles and then leads me across the way. I have to fight not to chuckle myself. That's probably what I love most about being a kid, no one ever questions you, no one ever suspects you, they just shrug it off on you being young and stupid. It's times like these that make me realize why villains love to laugh so much. Being so underhanded and conniving just gives you the urge to cackle like a maniac.

I have to resist this urge the rest of the way there, while simultaneously continuing to act excited and jittery about my 'supposed' sugar coated treats. I continue this act until we reach a tall run down tenant building in an abandoned part of town. Graffiti makes up the majority of the wall space, and what remains of the windows are covered up with thick splintered boards from which the smell of mildew protrudes. I act completely oblivious to these clear red flags and skip merrily up the steps to the front door.

“Is this the place? Is this the place?” I excitedly shout.

“Indeed it is.”

I squeal in fake delight. The stallion rummages in his coat pocket for a moment before finally pulling out a key and unlocking the front door. Walking inside we're greeted by two other stallions of equally dressed stature. They both look at me with the eyes of predators.

Fucking Jackpot!

One of them, a red-maned pegasus looks at me with acted concern. “Oh dear me. Emerald Ruby, don't say you've found another poor young filly alone on the street.”

The blond-maned earth pony in question chuckles. “Sorry to say, it's truly sad I know. Poor dear got separated from her parents, I just had to help her.”

His accomplices grin. The last one, a green coated unicorn walks up to me, eyes glancing over my whole body. “So young too. Just how old are you missssssss?”

“Sweetie Belle sir and I'm ten.”

“My, my, and what a beautiful young filly too. Could I see your face?”

I pull down my hood allowing them to indulge. The unicorn touches a hoof to my face and I let him prod me with a smile. I begin contemplating how far I'll let them get before I spring my trap. It's been so long since I've last satisfied my cravings, but it might be over too quickly if I strike right away. No, I'll play with them a little. I won't have another moment like this for awhile, so I gotta make it last.

While these musings run through my head the unicorn moves on from my face, brushing the nape of my neck and eventually grazing the side of my posterior. I allow this as well, never losing my innocent smile. “So, didn't you say you had candy in here?”

The unicorn pauses his groping. There's a silence in the room before they all break into a dark chuckle. “Of course we do Sweetie. It's right upstairs.”

I say thank you, making my way to the steps.

“Make yourself at home young one,” says the earth pony. “We'll check up on you in a few minutes.”

I give a nod before childishly dashing upstairs and slamming the door behind me. I can finally allow myself to laugh, letting all the impatience and frustrations of the night drain out of me. Now all I have to do is wait.

Looking around the room I'm in, I'm surprised to find it in much better condition than the rest of the house. The walls are fully intact, the floor is moderately clean, and the whole place has been decorated with high-class furniture and a massive king sized bed. Next to which I spy an end table with a large silver bowl, full to the brim with sugary treats. I'm surprised to see that it's actually here. I can't help but chuckle. The stallions have used bait for a trout, but have yet to realize they've caught a shark.

Walking over I happily indulge myself with one or two of the candies, before continuing to observe my surroundings. It's such a beautiful room, to hide such dark secrets in. I shutter at thinking how many innocent ponies have been tricked into here. Who unlike me, had no chance of escape. Now I can't help but wonder if they left anything behind.

I give a depressed sigh and then close my eyes. I give complete focus to what I desire. I receive a vision in my mind, a bottom drawer opening in a large ornate dresser. I open my eyes and look around, finding the very same dresser tucked into the corner of the room. I trod over and notice the photos resting on top of it. There of the same stallions, I met downstairs, but they're with their families in these pictures. Smiling wives stand next to them, along with several happy children at their hooves. I look at these pictures, almost having second thoughts for a moment, before shifting my attention to the bottom drawer. It's locked, but I give it a hard jerk and snap the mechanism off. Inside are more pictures, only the foals in these are... not as happy.

I turn my head in disgust. Some of the kids are the same ones that are in the pictures on top. Their own children. It's not just suggestive poses either, this is full on rape I'm looking at. I see one foal with tears running down his eyes as he's forced to eat his, 'candy'. Whatever doubts that had just risen in my head are dead. I'm gonna make them beg for death.

With an angered snarl I shut the drawer and make my way onto the bed. I grab the silver candy bowl and overturn it onto the sheets. I take up a relaxed pose and casually begin to eat from the pile, throwing the empty wrappers around me wherever I please. By the time the three stallions show up I've amassed an impressive collection of empty candy wrappers and bite-sized boxes around me.

The unicorn chuckles at the sight. “Oh dear, you shouldn't eat so much little one, you'll get a tummy ache.”

I smile sheepishly as if he had just caught my hoof in the cookie jar. “I have a big appetite.”

They giggle along with me. “Good news by the way kid. We've gotten in contact with the city guards and they say they've seen your parents looking for you just outside the city. They'll probably be over here in a few minutes.”

You lying sack of shit. “That's great! Thank you so much for helping me out.”

“Anytime Sweetie, anytime.” He says, grinning from ear to ear. “Until they get here, though, how about we play a little game to pass the time.”

And here we go. “What kind of game sir?”

The unicorn's smile broadened. “You see my friend here?” He says pointing the pegasus, who I notice is holding a camera. “He's a very famed photographer for a big magazine down the road. He'd love to take some pictures of you if you don't mind?”

I give him a grin, I'm not sure if it comes off as cute or eerie. “That sounds awesome. How'd like me to pose?”

“Well first, stand up on the bed, turn around, and bend over.”

I obey, turning around and swishing my tail as I do so, giving them a full view of just about everything you can imagine. “Like thiiiis?”

My words gave them a little surprise, but they never stop to contemplate it. “Yes, that's perfect Sweetie Belle. Hold just like that.”

They snap a few pictures before having me change positions again. This time a sprawled pose that exposes my marehood. Before they take the pictures though I grab a pillow from behind me and stuff it between my legs in a sensual manner. The action shocks them, but they have no arguments. It continues this way for some time. In just a few minutes I've gone through almost every suggestive posture in the book, letting them see every curve and crevice of my body. Sometimes I drop a small innuendo, or even a suggestion for the next pose, just to completely fuck with their heads.

After a while, they get bored with taking pictures of just me and move on to the next level. “Okay, Sweetie Belle, now we'd like to get some pictures of you and us. You don't mind do you?”

“Of course not sir, come on, we'll get a group shot right on the bed. I'll even do that thing with my hoof you liked so much.”

The stallions look at each other a moment, before smiling. “I love the way this girl thinks.”

They laugh and then make their way to the bed. The earth pony comes up right in front of me and leans close to my face, while the unicorn comes up behind and wraps a hoof around my body. I smile towards the camera and then stick out my tongue, licking the tip of my hoof as the pegasus snaps the photo. They're all happy to see my continued compliance.

“Very good Sweetie Belle. I have to say, I think you're doing a better job than anyone else who's come in here before.” The earth pony smiles at me and then kisses me on the cheek. I feel the unicorn beginning to grope all around my body, to my lowest parts. He sniffs my mane and I feel him rub his hips against me. I giggle, deciding that I've waited long enough.

I look the earth pony in the eye with a cheerful smile. “Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

He kisses me again, on the lips, and then answers. “I don't see why not, go ahead.”

He leans in for another kiss, but before he gets there I ask. “What do you think Tartarus is going to be like?”

The earth pony stops what he was doing. Everypony stops what they were doing. The stallions stare at me dumbstruck by the question. “The mythical river of the dead?” The unicorn nervously chuckled. “Young lady, why would such an odd question be floating about in your head?”

He continues to press against me, and I give my reply. “Oh, no reason. It's just something I think about every now and then. I mean, think about it. I know most ponies try to be good, but nopony is perfect. You could wind up making one mistake in your life, go down a path you never thought you'd go near, and end up paying for it for all eternity. It's gotta suck don't you think?”

The three friends look at each other. Some unsaid signal is sent through their heads and their tone shifts to a much a darker nature. “Well, here's what I think.” The earth pony chides. “I think little fillies like you should learn not to think of such grim things, and more importantly to stay quiet while older ponies are working.”

He growls the warning in my ear and I laugh at it. “Oh sir, was that supposed to scare me?”

“It was supposed to get you to shut your fucking face!” He yells slamming his hoof into the wall. “Now you just sit there and be quiet while we take these pictures.”

I laugh harder. “Sir, do you even realize how many times I've heard threats like that? How many pedophiles and rapists I've heard take that same tone with me?”

The stallions go silent. Whether it be from my cool response or sudden directness I don't know. “You're not the first ponies to try this on me, and you probably won't be the last. Hell, the only reason your still breathing even now is because I like to play with my food before eating it.”

The earth pony's anger grows lived. He grabs my throat, squeezing tightly with growing rage. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

I smile at him, barely even feeling his grip on my throat. His attention is suddenly drawn to the fearful, stuttering pegasus with the camera. “Emerald!... these... these pictures!”

He glares at him. “What! What is wrong with the...”

His tongue suddenly goes limp. I was wondering when somepony was finally going to look at those. The pictures he holds up are the first ones they took, which just developed. I, however, am not there. In my place is a small black coated demon pony, with long goat horns and large demonic bat wings.

The earth pony's head shakes as he turns towards me. I look at him with eyes that start to glow blood red and a smile that has a dozen razor sharp teeth. “It means that I'm done letting you play with me, and now it's time for me to eat.”

My growl turns into a terrifying roar. The earth pony jumps back in horror, but I open my maw and chomp down on his shoulder before he can run. He screams out in pain, his eyes shut and squeeze out tears.

Blood; sweet, warm, and fresh; runs down my throat. The luscious flavor of lust, like ripe popping grapes, saturates his blood. I shiver at the taste and moan in satisfaction. I need to have more!

I go into a frenzy. With the slightest effort I bite clean through the bone, then I jerk my head and tear the hoof clean off his body. My victim falls back screaming. Blood sprays out of the wound drenching my face and the surrounding bed sheets. The earth pony hits the ground flailing in agony and praying to Celestia to make the pain stop.

Pray to Satan while you're at it, he's just as likely to help you, buddy. I snicker as I finish devouring the hoof.

I finish the last bit with a satisfying crunch when I suddenly notice the unicorn on top of me trying to push me down. No matter how he struggles, I keep my footing and hold up his full weight without breaking a sweat. I reach up to pull him off when I notice out of the corner of my eye the pegasus coming at me with a knife. I grin, and let him hit me. The blade breaks in half upon slamming into my chest. The two other ponies gawk at the broken blade a moment, before looking at me. I grin before lunging upward and body slamming the unicorn into the ceiling, cracking the wood with his spine, or maybe the other way around, I hope it was the other way around.

I land back on the bed. The pegasus screams and turns for the door, but I lung and tackle him to the ground before he gets far. He struggles and flaps his wings in a vain attempt to fight back. I simply grab the base of his wings and take a mouth full of his mane in my teeth. I jerk my head back and pull his wings for more strength. He screams his voice out. His wings break in my grip and I rip the skin off of his skull as his mane comes up.

I let him collapse on the ground and cry for a moment. I take the underside of his skin and give it a long lick. I push it against my face and sniff in, like a dirty stallion between a mare's legs. I throw the appetizer down and look at the real meal. I turn the pegasus on his back and hold him down with one hoof on his chest. He stares at me moist fear flooded eyes.

"No, no, no more! Don't do it! I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again, just let me live! Please!"

"Oh, what's wrong sir, I thought you just wanted a few good pictures for your magazine?" I give an innocent smile and then grip the skin around his collarbone. "Here, I've got an idea for a good one."

I rip the skin off his body piece by piece. I do it slowly, and take the time to enjoy the music of agonized screaming, the sweet taste as I pop each piece of skin in my mouth, no differently than I did the candy earlier. The stallion pleads with tears in his eyes to stop, but that just prompts me to go on. I'm down all the way to his waistline, he's lost too much blood to scream anymore. I lean down to start digging into the meaty organs of his body, then I'm blindsided by a blast of magic.

I'm shot across the room and slam into the opposing wall, a picture frame landing on my head. I stand up snarling, the burn marks on my ribs sizzle and disappear slowly. The unicorn is back on his hooves, shaking from a clear injury. His horn glows faintly with an aura of magic that he points straight at me. My gritted teeth instantly fold into a grin.

“I was hoping you'd do something like that.”

My eyes flash pure red as I latch onto his magical essence. I direct my own demonic magick through his horn and into his mind. The alien power quickly overwhelms his body. Steam rises off his skin and he collapses to the floor. He convulses, muscles spasming and limbs flailing around uncontrollably. He tries to scream but only manages gargled choking noises. I cackle and waltz over to him. I plant a hoof on his chest to hold him still, lick my bloodstained lips, and then bite into his chest. His body stiffens, flem flies from his throat along with a cracked moan. I dig into his rib cage, snapping the bones in my mouth, then I get a look at his rapidly beating heart. It calls to my stomach, tempting it like the rump of a beautiful mare. Licking my lips I take the vital organ in my mouth like a red apple and take a big juicy bite out of it. The unicorn utters one last pained cry and then goes limp.

I continue feasting on the still twitching corpse, ripping up bone and tearing off soft chunks of flesh. The salty taste of blood is almost a new sensation after having gone so long without it. My hunger is finally dying down, but I do have little room for dessert. I turn around and see to my amazement that the earth pony is still alive and conscious. He is stumbling over his skinned friend towards the door when he sees me looking at him. He cries out in terror and then fumbles to open the door. I grin maliciously and begin to approach, casually watching him struggle to stand on three hooves. He gets the door open but doesn't make it far. My hoof shoots forward and pushes him down the stairs, making him roll and tumble head over hoof.

He's so helpless he can't even stand up, just crawls in one last desperate attempt to reach the front door. He stretches his hoof up towards the door knob and almost has it in his grip. I lay my hoof down on his shoulder, his body goes stiff. He shudders, then whimpers, and cries. It finally hit him that he's gonna die.

I giggle in his ear and stroke the side of his mane. "There, there, I'm sorry if I roughhoused you a bit. I promise to start off slower next time."

His head twitches as he turns around. His eyes bleed tears like open wounds. Fear has consumed ever detail of his face. “What are you? What in the hell are you!”

I meet his gaze straight on, then smile innocently. "Who am I, sir? Hm, I'm just a sweet little filly, trying to make it in this cruel fucked up world we live in. I thank you for your help, but now, it's time to say goodnight."

My words break him. His eyelids flicker and then slam shut as breaks down sobbing.

Oh don't be sad sir, I enjoyed your company." I place a hoof on his cheek. He shudders against it. "Perhaps you'd like to kiss me again before we depart?"

I give him a smile filled with rows of teeth. He doesn't even try to fight against my grip as I slowly lean in and press my lips against his. I give three small pecks and then move on to a prolonged connected kiss. I wrap my hooves around his neck and gently rub my hips against his chest. The stallion whines and trembles through the whole process, his tears touch my cheeks.

My hoof moves to his jaw and pries it open so I can give him a more passionate kiss. My tongue invades his mouth and I taste his moist delicate tongue. His soft, salty, tongue. I moan before pulling his mouth open as wide as it can go, push my snout in and bite his tongue.

The stallion screams. It'll be a long night before he finally stops screaming.