Slowing to a standstill outside Diamond Tiara’s house, Scootaloo finally caught her breath, clutching her hoof at the agonising stitch that had developed whilst she had scurried back home when she saw Princess Celestia’s sun begin to set. She looked up at the impressive and intimidating building, her eyes scanning every window, picking out stable drain pipes, hoofholds, the stability of the windows. She carefully analysed each piece of information while she awaited Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle’s arrival, focusing on anything but the task that lay before her to keep her tear ducts at bay. She planned out her route, choosing to shimmy up the drainpipe near a florally decorated window, hoping against all hope that the pink frame indicated it belonged to the spoilt filly, and push the window ajar – it was the only window with no visible lock. She took a deep breath to quell her nausea, and looked in the distance to see a figure approaching – Scootaloo squinted until she could make out that it was Sweetie Belle, trailing two sacks behind her as she cantered towards her friend.

“Scootaloo, you came!” said a reddened Sweetie Belle, her chest heaving for air as she sat doubled over, clutching at her side.

“Of course I came, I never back out of-“ Scootaloo began, puffing out her chest in pride before abruptly realising what she had come to do, stopping her sentence short.  She looked down dejectedly, scuffing the floor with her hood. “Forget it.” Sweetie Belle put her hoof under Scootaloo’s chin and brought her face up, looking into her eyes and smiling.

“Don’t get too sad, Scoots. This is the last time… just close your eyes and pretend it’s not happening.” Sweetie Belle tried to reason, looking doubtful herself. She hugged Scootaloo and over the fillies shoulder saw Apple Bloom, cantering wildly across the pavement, stains of blood lingering on her dirty coat. She arrived in a cloud of dust, panting savagely and staring straight at Sweetie Belle.

“Do you know what to do?” she spat, her grin lopsided. “Your sister is such a slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had seen her rutting before.” Apple Bloom chuckled at herself, still staring straight at Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle tried to restrain the urge to plant her hoof into Apple Bloom’s smug face, the only thing holding her back being her fear of how Apple Bloom would react.

Scootaloo coughed gently and motioned to Apple Bloom’s saddlebag, then the window, indicating that she needed the drug. Apple Bloom took out the cold bottle and gave to Scootaloo, who gripped it firmly in her mouth, her brow furrowed in determination. She began her ascent onto the drain pipe, gradually shimmying up as slowly and quietly as her impatience and adrenalin rush would give her leave. She set her hooves into natural grooves in the plastic and wood, trying to secure a safe path, but her back hoof slipped down from a hoofhold and she slipped, causing a racket and leaving her hanging from one hoof. Scootaloo sucked in her breath and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable noise of a window opening, but it never came. Opening her eyes, Scootaloo saw nothing and exhaled in relief, carrying on climbing. She finally reached the window and nudged the glass pane open, just wide enough for her slim body to fit through. She crept over to the plump pink bed, where a small, gently snoring filly lay, curled up in her bed. Scootaloo silently drew out the bottle, soaking a rag Apple Bloom had handed her in the clear, odourless liquid and holding it around Diamond Tiara’s mouth, whose eyes fluttered open in shock, the first note of a scream ringing out before she fell into a deep sleep, wooziness washing over her in a tide.

Scootaloo dragged the limp, unconscious filly out of the window, gripping her tightly and making the long and more treacherous descent downwards, surprisingly unhindered. When her hooves tentatively hit the ground once more, Apple Bloom immediately began savagely stuffing Diamond Tiara into the first sack, sparing no courtesy with her class tormentor. She began walking to Silver Spoon’s house without a word, the other Crusaders following.

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Apple Bloom paced the ground, gazing lustfully at the roughly made hessian sack confining her victim. She couldn’t wait to tear Diamond Tiara apart, to make her feel the pain she’d made her feel, to finally seek revenge on the smug little filly who had wrought havoc upon her life with her catty, snide remarks and insults. She wanted to kill her personally, to give her as much pain as she could possibly bring upon her without breaking the boundaries of reality. Her shattered mind could only think of what she couldn’t wait to do, pumping adrenalin around the small fillies’ frame, only fuelling her desperation to harvest Diamond Tiara and take that one patterned piece of skin from her.

She snatched Silver Spoon from Scootaloo as soon as she hit the ground, stuffing her into the other sack and cantering wildly towards Twist’s home, the numerous flowers that had previously sprouted outside wilted and dead, devoid of the usual well-tended vibrancy that made the modest home so attractive. She stuffed the key into the lock, bursting in to the smell of rotting flesh, saliva building in her mouth. Now isn’t the time to eat, she thought, trying to put the image of the tantalisingly rotten corpse stowed away in the couch out of her mind, instead focusing on the kidnapped fillies that had begun to awake.  They stumbled around blindly, trying to understand their surroundings. Apple Bloom took advantage of their bleary eyes and grabbed a sharp knife from the nearby block in the kitchen, wielding it to their throats. She pushed Diamond Tiara to the floor, her head snapping back and hitting the cold floorboards with a snap. She cried out in pain, realising that Apple Bloom was now looming over her, wielding a glistening knife and staring manically at her, a twisted and lusty grin plastered on her face. Diamond Tiara let out a shrill scream, sobbing loudly and trying to squirm away from Apple Bloom, garbling pleas for help.

“Don’t try and get away, Diamond Tiara. You fucking deserve everything you are about to get.” Apple Bloom said, her voice cold and low. She restrained the squirming filly forcefully, her hooves pressing hard into her chest, Diamond Tiara still wailing and screaming. Apple Bloom grew annoyed with the constant racket, yawning pointedly, then just punching Diamond Tiara in the face, her hoof smacking her jaw out of its socket before the bone shattering into fragments, wedged in her flesh. Diamond Tiara stopped keening abruptly, tears flowing from her eyes as she clutched at her jaw. Apple Bloom smirked and picked her up, slamming her against a corner of the room, losing focus of everypony else around her. She stared menacingly at her victim, still clutching the knife in one hoof. She suddenly dropped down to where Diamond Tiara’s legs met, eyeing the folds of skin with a painfully acute lust. She took the knife to the folds, easing the blade further up, slicing everything inside, blood pouring down the blade in steady streams, pumping the makeshift toy inside Diamond Tiara, who was screaming out at the pain building inside her, feeling faint. Apple Bloom began to groan, licking at the blood that seeped out from Diamond Tiara until the anticipation became too much, and she mounted on top of the knife, sliding the harmless plastic handle into herself. She began to grind, sensually moaning and forcing the blade further into Diamond Tiara, her anguished cries bringing her closer and closer to a twisted and sadistic orgasm, bolts of pleasure coursing through her in a fit of ecstasy, until she reached her peak and the world around her became blindingly white, like she had looked into the sun directly. As she subsided from the peaks of orgasm, Apple Bloom looked over to see Sweetie Belle having a little inappropriate fun with Silver Spoon. Holding a knife to Diamond Tiara’s throat, Apple Bloom settled to watch, enthralled by how Sweetie Belle knew exactly how to please herself and make Silver Spoon feel good against her will.

Sweetie Belle dragged Silver Spoon’s hair out of its tidy plait, the silvery strands lying loose against the green floorboards, curly and wild. Sweetie Belle grabbed t with her hooves, pulling it as she prised open the grey legs below her, delicately lapping at the faintly wet area as if it were frosting on a cupcake. Her tongue delved in and explored the depths of Silver Spoon, tasting her flavour as she squirmed and sobbed, distraught that she could possibly remotely enjoy this… this blank flank engaging in anything sexual with her, against her will or not. She desperately tried to kick at her, but Sweetie Belle deftly dodged her ill-aimed kicks, and began sliding her hoof inside Silver Spoon, biting her lip as she groaned and whispered dirty words in Silver Spoon’s ear before occupying her mouth with nibbling at the folds of puckered skin below. The charcoal grey filly whined and sobbed, her eyes pouring tears as she looked over to a bleeding Diamond Tiara. She could see that her best friend was fading away fast, and fresh tears spilled out of her eyes as Sweetie Belle slapped her flank painfully, grinding her hoof against her. Sweetie Belle suddenly yanked Silver Spoon’s hoof and guided it inside herself, using her hoof to pleasure herself. Soon the white filly was blinded in ecstasy, and still not releasing her captive from her grasp, she climbed off her and hung her head, the integrity of what she had done heavy on her shoulders.

Scootaloo had been sharpening more blades in a corner, refusing to face the obscene act in front of her and instead deciding to face the wall, focusing on the shining blades in her hooves. She heard Sweetie Belle cough, and she whipped around, wincing when she saw a copiously bleeding Diamond Tiara and a bloodied blade held to her throat, a wave of nausea threatening to overtake her. She saw the pain in Diamond Tiara’s eyes, and took the sharp knives in her hooves. She threw them in a perfect arc, aiming towards her fellow Crusaders.

Silver Spoon thrashed out, catching Sweetie Belle off her guard and catching one blade in her mouth, another in her hoof, throwing the second one to Diamond Tiara. They both turned to their respective captors, armed against them.

Apple Bloom roared in fury, a vein stubbornly pulsing on her forehead.

“YOU.  I’LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER.” She screeched, jabbing her hoof at Scootaloo. “YOU’VE COMPLETELY FUCKED THIS UP, YOU SIMPLE FUCKING IDIOT.” She stamped her hooves on the ground in frustration, her eyes bloodshot and bulging out of her skull. She whirled around to Diamond Tiara, who was clutching the knife protectively. She lashed out with it, slicing Apple Bloom’s cheek. Apple Bloom gouged back at her, twisting the blade around in her flesh before pulling it back out, and the two began in combat, each dodging slices and cuts from each other until Apple Bloom plunged the blade straight into Diamond Tiara’s heart, stabbing at it again and again until the pale pink pony lay on the floor, her pupils large and empty, spilling blood. Apple Bloom had no time for anything fun – she could see Sweetie Belle was fighting a losing battle. She cut a rough circle around the silver tiara on Diamond Tiara’s flank, letting the skin slither to the floor. By the time she looked up, Sweetie Belle lay crumpled on the floor, tears pouring out of her eyes to mingle with the blood seeping from her wounds. Silver Spoon stood trembling, letting the knife fall to the floor before cantering out of the house, sobbing as she ran but not looking behind, as if she could run away from the memories left there. Apple Bloom stomped and whined, looking from the dead body of her friend to the fleeing grey figure on the horizon. She took all of the knives and stalked over to Scootaloo, who was singing the Cutie Mark Crusaders theme song valiantly, accepting her fate with as much dignity as she could muster.

“LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO OUR FRIEND, YOU STUPID, FUSSY BITCH! YOU KILLED HER! HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO CARELESS WITH THE WEAPONS?” Apple Bloom yelled, spit flying into Scootaloo’s face in flecks. Scootaloo remained silent, just begging for it to be quick and relatively painless.

“SPEAK UP, SCOOTALOO, I CAN’T HEAR YOU APOLOGISING.” Apple Bloom screamed again, planting a hoof into the side of Scootaloo’s head. Scootaloo grimaced and spat out an apology.

“Sorry, Apple Bloom. Sorry for getting involved in your fucked up fantasies, sorry for always doing it wrong, sorry for making the right decisions. Yes. I did it on purpose – I wanted them to get away, because this is ridiculous. You just have to be patient for your cutie mark, Apple Bloom, we could have gotten it next week. But no. You know what? I can’t wait for you to kill me, so I don’t have to tread on glass around you anymore.” AB spat on Scootaloo’s face, the foamy froth sliding down her cheeks.

“Fuck you, Scootaloo. You were just too chicken for the harvest. And now it’s time for you to go. Have any last words?” she screeched, cackling as she held the knives.

“Yeah, actually. Y’know, I loved you and Sweetie so, so much. You were my best friends, and I loved you guys more than anything. We are the Cutie Mark Crusaders. We always will be, even when Sweetie Belle and I aren’t here anymore. Remember that.”  Scootaloo said, smiling bravely in the face of her murderer.

With a flourish, Apple Bloom dug each blade into Scootaloo’s heart, plunging it again and again until the blissful smile would dissolve from her features, but it wouldn’t. Apple Bloom slowed down, choked up sobs punctuating the stabs. She drew each knife out, dragging the body over to Sweetie Belle’s. She let all her tears flow out, hugging the corpses of her best friends, her life, close to her, her salty tears cleaning their bloodied coats.

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