Chapter 4: Playing with your food.

While Plunk was on her back and in the light, the Kezzerdrix could tell his prey is a her.

Not wanting her to fly anymore, the Kezzerdrix leaped once more right over her, landing with his claw endowed paws right down on her spread out wings, and raked them hard. She screamed as her sensitive appendages tore. Blood and feathers now adorned his savage claws.

This vile looking reject from a horror story on things only known to have come from such places as the Everfree, was now leaning over her and licking her face. It seemed to be tasting her.

His breath smelled bad up this close. Whatever he was doing she did not like it, a fate to be eaten. But she has little strength to do much about it.

She gathered what she could and bucked up at him. Again it was like hitting a wall. Her back felt stiff from landing on top of the flat rock. She didn't have enough to hurt him at all, as far as she could tell.

She tried to struggle as he held her down, only to receive a swat to her side hard enough to knock her over.

No sooner than she had hit the ground with a scrape over her left side from the claws, in a fresh panic she pushed herself to run again. Her scrape along her side, the ripped wings, and stiff back made her lame in her attempt to run fast.

With a grin, the Kezzerdrix continued this little chase. He was not worried she would get away now. She did not seem to have much to any speed left to her.

Plunk was just delaying the inevitable with her struggle to get away now. There was no avoiding what he wanted. He seemed intent on playing with her more. Plunk's weak attempts to do anything about the situation was futile. She did not have what it took to move as she wished anymore.

She screamed as he took another swipe at her. Spinning her around as a set of claws snagged a back leg.

As the claws clips her, it caused her to fall over. She got back up. Bleeding from her scrapes while limping. She still struggled to get away again, all with more tears pouring down her already drenched face, and pain all over.

She knew getting away was hopeless though she still wished to try. So soon after her life seemed to change for the better, she felt she was going to die a horrible death by this thing. That thought pained her even further each time she thought of it.

She knew a possible better life with good friends is to be taken from her by this thing. That sorrow burst inside her.

The Kezzerdrix was relentless as he kept on her and gave her another swipe to her rump. Not that she was able to move away quickly. As he did, she fell again.

She cried out for him to, "Stop!"

Plunk was shaking and exhausted. She panted, and she had a moment's breather from him seeming to do as she asked.

She saw this thing is intelligent as she thought before. That gave her no comfort. As far as she could tell he was still just toying with her.

She sat and held her scratched back leg, while trying not to sit where her hindquarters had been mauled do to the last attack. Blood matted her furr, and was dripping on the ground where she sat.

The Kezzerdrix was momentarily confused to hear this little pony talk. He first thought to himself that someone else may have came down with the pony and left it here after seeing him.

However, he did not remember hearing anyone else come or go, just the one very unusual pony. So it was the little pony that was talking to him all along as she came down he last reasoned.

Knowing she could talk and was not just some animal did not change much of anything for him. But it did make him wonder all the more as to where he was. To his knowledge, ponies did not talk, nor did any that he knew of had wings for that matter.

Her mane color was unusual to him as well. It was just an odd looking equine to him at first. This little pony's behavior was more like that of a scared child than that of an animal. The child he thought he would be seeing was a talking pony of unusual design.

Feeling that he might indeed no longer be in his home-world, and perhaps now stuck here, was making him angry again.

This already very tired, sore, and scared little filly was wondering what's to be next. With a whimper, she cried more to herself, while holding tightly to her lower legs, practically trying to curl up in a fetal position. She felt he was nowhere near done with her. She did not know how bad things was going to get for her. She just did not want to hurt anymore, and did not know how she was going to get away.

By the look of this thing, she felt he was angry at her for some reason. All she did was yell at him to stop. She asked herself, "Is he actually mad at me for that? Why?"

She could not bring herself to understand this thing. He was intelligent and cruel. He did not just kill her and eat her like some hungry animal would. He seemed to enjoy her pain. And now he seemed upset with her for talking back. As if she somehow ruined his fun, she thought.

She could not fathom something being this cruel, nor could she understand such anger he was showing her. Her little heart beat harder as she felt she did something wrong to make him seem to hate her so, and wish to do her greater harm, to be even more cruel to her.

Her question of what's to be next was soon enough answered. Too soon, as far as she is concerned.

This gruesome hair raised a claw to her neck and grabbed her by it. She knew she was going to die. She did not know how yet. She feared it was to be even more painful than before, do to the way he was looking at her.

Plunk also wished she kept her mouth shut and just let him toy with her and kill her. She was afraid of what it might do now while in his grasp as she is and now angry at her. She choked some as he squeezed her throat, making sure he held her tightly.

With a big wide grin at seeing fear, pain, and despair on his little play thing's face, the Kezzerdrix moved in to get a better look at her.

Up this close, He still smelled as bad as before to her. His grin terrified her as much as it had each time he looked at her like that. It made him look as if he had in mind something horrible to do to her.

She so wished he would just kill her now, then cause her more pain. More tears kept pouring down as she whimpered on this thought again and again. Not wishing to die, but if she was, not like this. Not so slowly, and in so much pain as she felt he was likely going to give her.

Another thought came to her about her two new friends. They would likely come looking for her. She knew they would. They were not like her old friends who would abandon her if things got bad. And her past friends had.

Plunk thought if Dazzle and Trooper found her tracks, they would lead her two new friends down here. Her friends would most likely share her fate, as she thought on it. And there was nothing she could do about it. No way to worn them.

She cried even harder knowing that them dieing by this thing would have been her fault. Despair filled her more knowing she failed her two friends in this way. She never wished to caws them any harm. And now, she felt she might.

The two that had been by her since she came to Ponyville. Dazzle who refused to keep away, despite Troopers warnings. Dazzle seemed to care for some reason Plunk did not fully understand.

Though Plunk felt, she had not done anything worth her friendship. Plunk never had a friend that seemed to care about her, not like she did. It made Plunk try to be a better pony and not mess up having someone around like her, just as Dazzle hoped.

In time, even Trooper warmed up to her. Having him for a friend as well, Plunk liked.

Plunk wanted both of them to like her. She had that need for friends, for others to spend time with. She did not like being alone. It was why she did the things she had done, to impress those she spent time with in Cloudsdale. She just wanted others to like her, and she felt getting into mischief with them made her seem like fun to them. It was a habit she was learning to brake after the move to Ponyville.

Plunk felt she was now going to get her two new friends killed. She hurt inside all the more knowing she messed up again, like in the past.

She wanted to do something right for a change, instead of having to fix another one of her mistakes. It all went so horribly wrong again. She grieved that this time two she cared for was going to pay for this mistake of her's with their lives.

Complete helplessness was tugging at her mind and body. Self-loathing, for messing up again and being able to do nothing about it this time, but cry. Fear, of so much loss. Sadness, for what may become of her friends, after she was gone. Plunk said to herself while in the Kezzerdrix's grasp, "Dazzle, Trooper, I'm so sorry. I..."

Deep inside she wanted to live! She loved life. She could not let go. She had friends that cared for her. She felt loved by them. Mostly by Dazzle. She did not wish to accept this new fate forced on her by this thing. She just did not know how to get out of this situation or save her friends from sharing her fate.

She choked as her forlorn state took over more. She gagged in air between breaths as she gasped out her despair. Tears kept flowing as some of it caked onto her face as it dried.

Her body shook as she forcibly wailed loudly, "I didn't mean to do this to you Dazzle and Trooper! And I don't want to die! Someone, help me!"

Annoyed, the Kezzerdrix tossed her to a wall hard, for her noise. Her whole body slammed hard against it. Then she lay slumped on the ground.

Her body was momentarily tensing up as she strives to move once more. Her limbs quivered, then went completely limp again. The last of her as she could tell, fully spent.

The ending of this pain and life was all that concerned her now, save for the thought of her friends. She had no idea what their fate would be after this. Her head throbbed too hard for her to think about it much now. Her body ached. Her heart pound in sorrow. She never thought she could feel such pain, physically and mentally, and still live through it.

As for her will, it is gone, she is mere mush or putty to the Kezzerdrix now.

This unmoving ragdoll was of no more fun to the Kezzerdrix. Her only use to him now was as food. He picked her up again. The now ever so week filly's mind snapped awake as her limbs were torn into by his cruel feeding, without killing her first.

She could feel the tearing of her flesh, snapping of tendons, and crunching of her bones as this monster, crunched down on her defenseless form's upper leg.

Blood gushed from this torn upper leg he easily chewed off. All she was able to do was scream now, as her body shook. Her heart beat faster in more panic than before.

Her deafening scream burned her throat and hurt her own ears. Though that pain was not what was on her mind. The question ran through her mind; he's still not going to kill me? He's going to eat me alive!? Her little heart raced.

The Kezzerdrix took bite after bite, yanking on another limb, and tearing it at the joint. Her body quaked while struggling to fight back. The most she could do was go into frantic spasms from the pain while trying to shake free. She exhausted herself again and again with her struggles over an over.

She could feel her mind slip and was now welcoming death again all the more. It just was not happening fast enough. She was still alive and still holding on to life, and she could not tell why.

Her breathing ragged between screams as he took another bite. Even screaming hurt her more, every time she did. She was getting tired of screaming and tired of the pain.

Suddenly like being rudely snapped out of a deep sleep, her senses came fully alive again as the Kezzerdrix scraped his teeth across her face, raking flesh off, and scraping an eye causing it to ooze.

At this, her body convulsed more. Such pain was beyond understanding to her. Even in her state the sensation was enough to still wrack her mind with the intensity of it.

Again Plunk's mind started to drift again once more, ever hoping she could now just pass into the dark eternity where she would no longer feel pain. A warm feeling came over her with a cold numbness in other places, replacing some of the pain of torn limbs and flesh. While much of her still burned.

Once more her mind was ripped from a near sleep like state with a new intense flood of pain as this relentless monster chewed open a gaping hole in her gut. It felt as if her insides had twisted and burst.

Plunk felt her insides being removed. A sick nauseousness came over her, as her head pounded, and her gut slipping out into the creature's mouth.

Then the Kezzerdrix proceeded to chew further up her belly to get below her rib cage.

Her body felt more cold to her now, from so much done to her, and blood loss. She passed out before its feeding got past her gut and into her ribs. Her life faded quickly after.

The Kezzerdrix bit down on her skull, crunching down hard. No longer caring if she was alive or not. The feasting Kezzerdrix consumed most of the rest of her body, save for some bones, her mane and tail, tattered skin and some loose feathers from her torn wings.

Once done the Kezzerdrix sat for a moment contemplating on just how delicious of a meal this tender little-flying equine was. Also wondering how easy might be to get another one, now that he knew of them.

He would not need to eat for part of the day, but after having one, he felt he just has to get himself another. He decided at night he would wander out to see what else this new world has to offer him.