ATTENTION!

This following story is really quite grimdark. It may cause you to never look at specific MLP:FiM characters in the same way again.

It includes rape, gore, blood, murder, consensual minors and incest. Oh my! What doesn’t it have?

So please, don’t read this if you have a weak stomach or may be offended. You've been warned!

All you other guys who decided to brave it out, I commend you. Have fun reading this!

First I have to say thanks to my friend Megan, who helped this story develop from a little joke we had to something serious, and read all the parts along the way, offering her support. I also have to thank the author of Cupcakes, who helped inspire this very story, and I also have to thank the author of The Back Room, for helping out with the more… inappropriate parts as inspired by their story.

Right, onwards and upwards, I suppose!

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Harvest v. 1. To gather (a crop).

2. To take or kill (fish or deer, for example) for food, sport, or population control.

3. To extract from a culture or a living or recently deceased body.

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Apple Bloom stared at her paper listlessly, ignoring Cheerilee’s lesson completely. Her mind was on more important things than the soil in Ponyville – she was thinking about cutie marks again. However hard she and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders tried, all their efforts were in vain, getting them nowhere fast. It had become tedious to think of things they could try, they had slipped into a monotonous routine of trying an activity, not getting their cutie marks, being upset, then going back to the beginning again, a loop of failure. The situation was not made better by the belittling and catty remarks made by Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon on a daily basis, annoying the Crusaders to no end. It was easy for them – they had their cutie marks. If only Apple Bloom could just steal theirs – but wait, that was it. It came to her in a flash of genius, a sickening thought that made her blood run cold but grin with excitement.

The bell rang, a shrill noise accompanied by scraping stools and hoof beats on the floor, trotting out onto the field for recess.  Apple Bloom ran straight over to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, a mischievous grin spread across her face, salmon pink bow bobbing as she ran.

“Guys, guys! Ah got the best idea jus’ now, in class!” she announced, her Southern accent ringing in each word. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle nodded, intently listening. Apple Bloom motioned for them to come closer, so that no-one could hear. They both stepped closer, and Apple Bloom let her plan pour out.

“Well ah was thinkin’, y’know, about our cutie marks an’ all… We should jus’ take others!” she said proudly, smiling and waiting for her friends reactions.

“Apple Bloom, what do you mean?” Sweetie Belle said, cocking her head in confusion. Scootaloo nodded and said “Yeah, what do you mean take others? What, just cut them off?”

Apple Bloom nodded. “Exactly, Scoots! We can do what we like, an’ when we wanna! Then take their cutie marks!” she said, her gleeful voice rising too high to not be heard. She bashfully checked that the other fillies and colts in her class hadn’t heard and returned back to their conversation, a somehow malicious glint sparkling in her eyes.  The other two fillies saw the expression on her face and immediately smiled too, evidently believing that Apple Bloom knew best.

“Well, if we are gonna do this-“ Sweetie Belle began, to be interrupted by Apple Bloom nodding her head vigorously, “I think Twist. She just got a really nice cutie mark – two candy canes that look like a heart!” her voice grew into an excited squeak on the last word, her eyes glistening with excitement. Scootaloo nodded and looked over at the red-maned pony, who was eating some confectionery she had made herself. She added her own thoughts on the plan. “I think you should invite her to a Cutie Mark Crusaders sleepover, Apple Bloom. ‘Cos she really likes you.” Scootaloo finished, jabbing her hoof in Apple Blooms direction. Apple Bloom took her turn to stare at Twist, and a rush of excitement swelled in her heart. “Yup,” she muttered slowly, “I’ll jus’ go over t’her now…” She made her way over to Twist, formulating an invite as she trotted across the grassy field. I have to look open and get her trust, she thought, smiling at the other filly as she drew nearer.

“Hey, Twist, ah was jus’ wonderin’. Would y’all like to come over to mah house, with Scootaloo and Sweetie? For a sleepover?” she said, ending with a confident smile. Twist stood there, mouth slightly agape for a little while before she abruptly shut it and nodded.

“Oh, yes, yes, that would be wonderful!” she said, her speech a little fuzzy while she pushed her purple rimmed glasses up. “What day? What time?”

Apple Bloom grinned happily and arranged a date, trotting back to confirm it with the other Crusaders. Quietly, they all pressed their hooves together and said “Cutie Mark Crusaders – cutie mark harvesters!” and dissolved into giggles, just as the bell rang to indicate that class had begun again.

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