Once upon a time, in a magical place called Applehead Studios, deep within the outskirts of New York or whatever, there was a band named Coheed and Cambria. They sat in the studio, each memeber holding a pen and some paper, furiously taking notes.

Claudio Sanchez, the lead singer and guitarist for the band, stood infront of the other three members, quickly running out of breath as he rambled on about some crazy concept of his that he calls "The Amory Wars".

Travis Steever, the other guitarist for the band, looked over at Joshua Eppard (the drummer) and Zach Cooper (the NEW bassist), who were each beginning to sweat as Claudio continued to talk about something called "The Clockwork". Or was it "The Keywork"?

Travis' hand cramped, forcing him to throw his pen on the ground and bellow in pain. Claudio stopped talking and stared him down. Josh and Zach both fell ackwards, cowering behind the bench they were on.

"Trav, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Did I say you could stop?," Claudio asked, continuing to stare the other guitarist down.

Travis, tears gathering in his eyelids, said, "Please, Claudio. I didn't mean it. It's just that my hand hurts."

"Oh, your hand hurts?," Claudio said in a mocking tone, "well, maybe I can fix it."

Claudio grasped Travis' hand in his own, squeezing it and hearing a loud 'pop'. He released the guitarists' hand and let him slide down to the floor. He began to laugh.

Suddenly, a blinding, white light filled his vision, and when it faded, he saw that he was somewhere that wasn't Applehead Studios. In fact, it was the furthest place possible from Applehead.

He whipped out his iPhone 5, then asked the device, "Siri, where am I?"

Siri replied in her emotionless, robot-slave voice, "Master Pimp, I cannot locate you on the map."

Claudio slammed the phone to the ground, crushing it into some insane amount of pieces with his steel-toe boots. He turned around and saw a purple unicorn looking at him, its head cocked quizically to the side.

"Um....what are you doing? What are you anyways?"

Claudio Sanchez had no time for questions, deciding to put action ahead of words. He ran up to the purple unicorn and kicked her right in the jaw. She stumbled back, letting out a shriek of pain and putting her hoof over the point of impact.

He kicked her again, this time on her front right leg, which he found out was quite brittle. It snapped in half like a twig. She crumpled to the floor.

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, and sobbed out, "W-why did you do t-that?"

Claudio simply laughed. He knelt down, making it so that when he spoke, the only two beings that would hear were himself and the unicorn.

"What is your name?"

"T-Twilight S-S-Sparkle..."

Claudio ran his hand through Twilight's mane. He knew that if he was going to be in this strange, new place, then he was going to have to look the part of a pony.

*****

Claudio walked out from behind a bush near a cottage minutes later, trying his best to wipe the blood off of his hands using his shirt. Another pony walked by him, staring at his forehead. It must've noticed his new horn.

Yes, his horn. His friend Twilight was just ever so pleased to help him when he asked for help blending in. He knew that this was the truth, especially since she was screaming "NO!" at the top of her lungs, and, as we all know, "no" means "yes".

He continued his walk towards the center of the town, taking note of the sign that read "Welcome to Ponyville!".

Minutes later, Claudio stood in the center of what he could only think of as a market area, evidenced by all the vendors and their stands. He noticed a cream-white pony, another unicorn, its purple mane done-up all nice and pretty.

He decided to follow.

Noticing the way it walked, the extra sway in the hips, and the fact that its face looked really smooth, he decided that this pony was a female. He continued to follow her for what seemed like forever, until finally, she stopped infront of what looked like a carousel. Only it wasn't.

It had the characteristics of a carousel, but the form of a building. Small details like this mattered not to him though, for he continued to follow, silently slipping by the door before it closed. She curled up on what he cold only assume was a couch, and that's when he decided t make his presence known.

He stepped out from behind the wall he was hiding next to, throwing his hands in the air and saying, "What's up?".

She jumped with suprise, and he notcied that her chest was heaving especially fast as he continued to walk towards her.

"Well? Don't leave me hangin'. What's up?"

She composed herself, asking him with a puzzled look on her face, "How did you get in here?"

"Easy," he replied, "I just walked in after you did."

Her eyes widened with fear at how calmly he said that last part. Did this...thing...not realize that it was acting creepy as hell?

"Oh, how....wonderful, darling. What is it that you would need someone like me for?"

He saw her tail curl up around what he could only assume were her nether-regions. He smiled, sitting down on the couch next to her.

He leaned in right up next to her ear and said, "Guess."

Her breathing stopped for a moment as she contemplated in her head all the horrible possiilities. Her breathing intensified as she gave her answer..

"I...I don't know, darling..."

Claudio's smile grew even wider.

"Well, for starters, tell me your name. Certainly a pretty pony such as yourself would have an equally pretty name."

"R-Rarity."

Rarity. He liked the sound of that.

"So then, Rarity, tell me what you think I'm going to do to you."

She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything other than where she was right then. She inhaled deeply, letting out a soft squeak as the creature next to her brought its hand down onto her flank. She tried to think of a way to respond to it's question, but couldn't, instead using all of her willpower to try not to lash out and upset her assailant who, just by looking at, was probably five times stronger then her. Finally, she spoke, his hand continuing its circular motion around her cutie mark.

"You...you want to make me your whore."

Claudio was taken a back by what she said. The pony next to him hung its head in shame.

"Maybe I do. And what would you do if I tried?"

Rarity knew now that all hope was lost, and instead of trying to think of an answer for her new master, just submitted to him.

"I would take it like the filthy whore that I am."

The pony didn't even look up at him when she said it. Claudio's grin went away. He stood up and found what looked to be a bed. He laid down on his back. Rarity watched him from the couch.

"Well then, whore, bring me a knife. A good, sharp one."

Rarity nodded slowly and stood up, walking into the kitchen to grab the knife she kept in her drawer in case of intruders. She walked to where he was on the bed, knife in mouth. When she got to the matress, she dropped it next to him. Claudio picked it up and inspected it.

"Good. Now, pleasure me."

Rarity, not having any other choice, nodded and did as she was told. She walked around to the front of him, propping her front legs up on his own legs.

Claudio slashed through the air with the blade, making a small cut above her left eye. A small drop of blood trailed down from the wound, going over her eyelids and down to the corner of her mouth.

"Wrong. This is not how this is going to happen."

Rarity nodded, trying her best to ignore the pain she felt above her eye. She began again.

Claudio brought the knife down once more, this time creating a gash on her right cheek. Rarity moved her head back from the attack, but winced as some of her mane fell on top of the wound. She began a third time.

Claudio, looking extremely bored, brought the knife down a third time, but not in a slicing motion. The blade buried itself deep into Rarity's front left leg. She screamed out in pain, taking multiple steps back from the creature that was causing her so much pain.

"W-Why'd you do that?," she asked, tears now rolling down her face once again.

"Do I look like a Xenophiliac to you? Do I look like the kind of person that would be attracted to a pony like you?"

Rarity opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it, seeing as to how the blade was still buried down to it's hilt in her leg.

"But, your horn?"

Claudio remembered his new appendage, running his fingers from the tip to the base. It gave off a faint glow, and he continued talking.

"This horn means nothing more to me than as a way to show that I succesfully killed on of your kind. Twilight was her name, if I remember correctly."

At this statement, Rarity crumbled to the ground. Claudio got up off the bed and walked towards her. He yanked the knife out from her leg, then rolled her over so that she was lying on her back, her legs splayed outwards, and her tail drooping to the floor.

Rarity closed her eyes and asked, "Are you gonna fuck me now?"

Claudio shook his head.

"Oh. Are you gonna kill me then?"

Claudio hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to nod.

Rarity let out a sigh, defeated, and said, "Fine. Just, please, make it quick."

Claudio nodded. He rubbed his hand against the side of her face, and she nuzzled it. Shocked by this action, he pulled his hand back. She looked up at him and said, "Please, could you just hold me when you do it? Just so I won't feel so alone."

Claudio nodded once again, leaning over the white unicorn, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped her forelegs around his back.

Claudio raised his arm over Rarity's head, positioning the knife just under her horn.

She whispered to him, "Goodbye."

Claudio brought the knife down into the cavity behind the horn, sinking the blade deep into her brain. He listened as her final breath escaped her lips.

He broke the hug, standing up and watching her limbs fall back down to be at her sides.

He reached his hand over her eyelids, closing them so that she wouldn't have to look at him anymore.

Claudio sat back down on the bed and though of what life could've been like.

-THE END-