//------------------------------// // Chapter 7: The Final Phase: // Story: Cutie Fixation // by WondersparkOfHope //------------------------------// For the next week, Clara May began to adapt to her new persona. She readily accepted new memories and became submissive to whatever the voice said. "When can I be reunited with my family?" she kept asking in her now-permanent, proper, British accent. "Ah yes. The reunification. You are almost there." Clara May smiled widely. "There is just one more thing you have to do. Now listen closely." The filly's ears stood up, ready to listen. "You are glad you are reunited with your old life, are you not?" "I most certainly am," Clara May replied immediately. "You are glad to remember what is true, are you not?" "I most certainly am." "You know what I say is complete truth, do you not?" "I most certainly do." By this time, her eyes had gone blank again. Her brain became a blank mindscape, fully open to whatever the voice wanted her to do. "Then you must listen very carefully. The reason you believed in that lie of a life you once lived is because after the ball, there was a pony who lured you away. Far away. She brainwashed you into thinking you were a part of her family. She brainwashed you into believing you had no cutie mark after she took it away from you when, in truth, that ball was the night you received your cutie mark. "She disobeyed the law." "She disobeyed the law," Clara May repeated in her transfixed, robotic voice. "She must be punished." "She must be punished." "She is here. She wishes to see you again. But you have no desire to see her." "No desire to see her." "But you want her to receive her punishment. Bad ponies must be punished." "Bad ponies must be punished." "She is a bad pony. A very bad pony. Go down into the dungeon. You shall find the family there. You know what you must do." Clara May trotted out of her room. "She is a bad pony. Bad ponies must be punished," she murmured over and over. -------------------------------------------------------------------- When she reached the bottom level, there were 3 ponies shackled to 3 operating tables illuminated by hospital light. One had a purple, bobbed mane. Another had a brown mustache. And the one in the middle had a white pony with a curled, purple mane and tail. "Who's there?" the mare with the purple bob asked in fright. "Please let me out of here," the pony with the mustache whimpered in terror. "Honestly, this is no way to treat a pony," the one in the middle exclaimed with a tremble. "Bad ponies must be punished," Clara May continued to murmur. "Sweetie Belle? Is that you?" the pony with the purple bob exclaimed. "Thank Celestia you're here! You can get us out of here," the one with the mustache said. "You are bad ponies. You must be punished," Clara May said as she put on a pair of medical gloves. Approaching the tables, she switched around the middle one with the one with the bob. The purple bob pony was pushed against the table of the one with the mustache with a crash. Clara May then walked over to a table of instruments and picked out three sets of mouth props made of hard rubber along with a pair of wire speculums and a strange helmet with tubes of unknown chemicals. She walked back over to the table of the trembling stallion and force his mouth open. Clara May then stuck two of the props inside of his mouth, one on each side. She did the same with the purple bobbed pony. Next she walked over to the table with the purple-tailed pony and stared at her blankly. "Sweetie Belle? It's me, Rarity!" the unicorn pleaded. Clara May said nothing and took the pair of wire speculums. With one hoof, she held Rarity's eye open and stuck a wire speculum with the other into each eye. Next she secured the helmet onto Rarity's head and flipped a switch before pumping on a pedal to position Rarity vertically. Then she wheeled her towards where she could see her parents. Clara May trotted over to the table of instruments and picked out a knife. Satisfied she went back over to the table where the stallion trembled. "Please, Sweetie Belle," he cried through the props. "Please get us out of here." "You are bad ponies," Clara May murmured. "You must be punished." Reaching inside, she pulled at the tongue. Positioning the knife as far back as she could, she pressed down until the tongue was out of the mouth and in her hooves. Blood began to squirt from the open wound as the stallion screamed in horror. Walking back over to the table, Clara May selected a pair of large tweezers, like you would see at the dentist. Reaching into the stallion's mouth she grasped onto his gums and began to pull. The screams were ear-shattering, but Clara May remained apathetic. With a yank, there was a loud rip and a shriek and it came out, both gums and both rows of teeth. The stallions mouth began to fill ever further with blood. He coughed and soon was choking on the red rum. Rarity trembled in horror as Clara May went back over to the instrument table. She grabbed a large, double-sided, sickle probe. She stuck one end into the left side of Rarity's dad's mouth and began to push down. Rarity could hear the skin being torn at and the screams of her father growing louder and louder. As soon as the sickle had reached the end of the left side, Clara May repeated the process on the right. Blood began to gush down the sides of his mouth. Clara May grabbed two buckets that were nearby and placed them on each side. She watched his eyes as they began to fade into gray. Soon enough, the screams began to die as did the stallion. When the life was completely drained, she fixed him in a sitting position and took the props out of his mouth. Next she grabbed two metal clamps and forced the on the furthest ends of what used to be his mouth. Then, taking a needle, some scissors, and some thread, she poked a hole in the center of his mouth and thread the needle through each side of his mouth. Slowly her mouth began to turn upward into a terrifying smile. "Why, thank you, mistress, for complimenting my sewing." She gave a laugh of madness that almost led Rarity to tears. "I've been working hard at it." Rarity trembled at this new pony as she finished sewing his mouth. It now resembled the smile of a demonic doll. "Sweetie Belle! What happened to you?" Rarity cried as Clara May trotted over to the next table and repeated the process on her mother. Then an idea seemed to strike her. "Mother, let's play Doctor," Clara May said as she took a saw and opened the stomach cavity. She placed a bucket below the cavity as more blood rushed out. "What fun this is!" she laughed in sadistic glee as she removed the organs one by one. After repeating the process with the stallion, Clara May went over to a shelf and picked out two electronic boxes. Each had various switches and buttons. Clara May stuffed them into the abdomens of both ponies. Next she took a knife and cut open the skulls. Removing each brain, she replaced them with control boxes. Clara May then took a spoon and removed each eye, threading red lights in their places and connecting them to the control boxes. With that, Clara May stitched the abdomens and skulls shut. Their cutie marks faded and were replaced with the same cutie mark that had been sewn onto Clara May's diapers. All of a sudden, Rarity began to feel strangely euphoric at the sight of her parents being mutilated. She attempted to resist, but she could not look away. It felt too wonderful. And yet it also felt maddening. Soon she began to giggle insanely. And the more she saw her parents being mutilated, the louder she laughed. The image of her parents' deaths began to play over and over in her mind. She found it so amusing but did not know why. After several long moments, however, she suddenly stopped laughing. Her eyes and mane turned gray and emotionless. The mane and tail lost their curls. Her face became expressionless and her cutie mark faded away. It was replaced with the same cutie mark her parents received. "I'll do anything," she said in a monotone voice. "I am your slave. Command me, master." Clara May pressed a button and Rarity dropped to the floor. The helmet released itself and bounced on the concrete. Rarity stood up and bowed her head. She walked over to Clara May like a wind-up toy. Cheerilee peaked through the doorway of the dungeon. At that moment, a cutie mark formed on Clara May's flank and she knew Sweetie Belle was gone, replaced with her first daughter. "One down, two to go," she whispered triumphantly.