R.3.A.R.
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Sweetie Belle still heard nothing from the path that Apple Bloom took, the path she herself followed. She was full of fear, wary of the darkness around her. Behind her, Scootaloo watched as she slowly faded out of sight, into the dark; Sweetie wasn’t one to screw things up entirely, as was mostly all bark and little-to-no bite. The Unicorn lit up her surroundings with the flick of her horn — she actually made the motions as well — and worriedly called out her friend’s name.
“App?” she asked. “Apple Bloom..?” The deeper she progressed into the abyss, the more her voice quivered, soon growing desperate for Apple Bloom’s voice to comfort her. She looked back as she thought she heard a soft voice, like the one she searched for, but she saw nothing. The sounds lingered, however, evolving into a soft hum, something that Apple Bloom was known to do when she was frightened. Sweetie laid her guard down; the two fillies finally stumbled across each other in the dark. “App, why’d you leave us? Did you see someone?” She saw her sweet and adorable face, coming close.
Sweetie felt a tap on her horn without a warning, and she ‘flipped’ off her light ‘switch’. She felt hooves reach her back and caress her body as she was weighed to the ground. She felt Apple Bloom’s body on top of hers. She also felt the slight cushion of liquid that didn’t fail to seep deep within her white coat, essentially staining her appearance.
“Apple Bloom!” She already started giggling, just like when she knew what was going to follow these kinds of delicate actions. “This feels like blood! Are you ready to do aaaallll the sexy things now?” She did indeed feel a muzzle on her face, heaving breathing on her as hooves still ran all across her back and shoulders, as if assessing their broadness. She felt warm for a time, but she immediately grew colder as her left arm was squeezed and clamped around by...something.
This was not Apple Bloom.
“Sweetie!” Scootaloo was entirely tempted to leave David to his own when she heard Sweetie's scream. Thinking harshly, she grabbed him and half-galloped in her direction. The colt didn’t struggle very much anymore and followed Scootaloo, in the exact same and slumped fashion. Had he accepted whatever fate would befall him, at the mercy of these three silly fillies?
David managed to break free from Scootaloo’s grasp, but she felt no other choice than to just shove his presence off, not looking back. He’d stay close if he knew what was good for him, she thought; she intimidated him enough, she believed. She just continued to blindly run ahead, away, though now unencumbered. But suddenly she was no longer lost as another streetlamp turned on with a bright flicker. She looked to the right to see a terrifying sight:
She saw Apple Bloom’s head worn on the neck of some horrible monster: Her eyes sockets were huge and empty, her mouth opened on command of the monster, and upon closer inspection, her lithe little body was slung around its neck. It planted its heavy hooves around Sweetie’s body with its torso leaned over hers, and Apple Bloom’s empty mouth expanded to an impossible length, sinking down onto Sweetie’s head. Her cries became muffled and were even quicker to become non-existent. But Scootaloo quickly came to her rescue with a full-on tackle to the creature’s body, taking care to avoid Apple Bloom’s own.
Catching an ample breath, she put forth all her strength into another tackle, shoving the creature off of two legs, to which she immediately became its new target. It was angry, and so it pursued her as fast as it regained its balance. Sweetie scrambled onto her hooves and started after them, but she was confronted by two more of the same creatures, similar in size and stature, but these wore no faces. None yet, anyway; they craved Sweetie’s body; they relished in the beauty of her face. She could see the desire in their naked headpieces...
Scootaloo continued to race from her pursuer. She occasionally glanced behind her to see Apple Bloom’s horrifying face. It looked like it was shrieking at her, and it chilled her to the bone well after she had lost visible sight of it. She started stretching her legs further out with each leap she took, hoping to circumvent the monster and rescue Sweetie once more after she heard another one of her screams. The ground seemed to disagree, however, as it quickly became damp and...sticky,
“No, noo!” she exclaimed, out of breath. She made every little stride count even though the monster was catching up effortlessly. “What the heck...is this??” She felt spit at her back with every huff took, right behind her — or was it Apple Bloom’s saliva? With a collaborative effort, it opened Apple Bloom’s empty abyssal mouth and snatched her right up inside, where Scootaloo could hardly struggle free; her hooves were just short enough to allow her to have a chance... All started to run black for her.
She was suddenly ripped from the abyss’s hold by her tail, violently. Flying away from the creature at extreme speed, she lost sight of it in less than a split-second. The very next breath she planned on heaving was instead forced out of her when her back crumpled against the alley’s wall, where she shrieked a violent and painful whine from her already sunken heart. She felt above her head wildly and felt that it was a short metal rod pinning her to the wall, and when she started pulling, she heard the clear and wet sound flesh being penetrated. It was infrequent but it was all so clear.
Even more straightforward, though, were the mad cries of frustration and deep growls from all around; the Pegasus feared for her friends’ lives. But those battle cries weren’t coming from her friends — Sweetie Belle assured her of that, rushing up to her and helping pull the rod out of the wall. The two of them succeeded, releasing Scootaloo’s mane.
“Apple Bloom..! She’s..!” Sweetie was yelling over the ever-increasing background noises. They were both deep in thought, but more debilitated by the confusion and fueled by adrenaline. “She’s a monster! Did you even see her?!” Once she was released, she gripped Sweetie so abruptly that she dropped the metal rod. It clanged to the ground, but nothing could scare them any more than their frightful trade of words, however brief.
Scootaloo reached in her ear and turned her phone’s flashlight on, relaying the command to her in-ear device. “She..!” She shook her head, picking up the bludgeon from the ground. “That monster almost ate me! Whatever it is, that’s not Apple Bloom! It was... It was just her face, but she had no eyes at all!” She soon found the object heavy, giving a steady grip on it with both hooves. She was ready to fight. “There’s so many more; they’re not nice and they probably all got Apple Bloom!” Sweetie nodded in firm agreement, and with that, they raced off to the sound of the scene.
Neither one of them were too late to leap up at one of the beasts, where they tackled it down with their combined might. Scootaloo proceeded to bash it in the head with the metal rod while Sweetie ran toward David, who was rearing back to swing the blunt weapon he wielded. She caught the time just right to grab onto it as he started swinging, quickly letting go and flying off ahead of him.
The area to David’s front was highlighted by another overhead lamp, and she saw her disappeared; he had some faith that she knew what she was doing. He could hardly help if he wanted, his legs standing so heavy and firm, slamming the monster down to the ground. He didn’t stop until it ceased to struggle. until he beat through flesh and struck gore. When he was finished, he shoved off two more of them and hurried toward Sweetie's direction, feeling the need to come to her aid.
Scootaloo’s presence immediately followed, attempting to enter the scene before she was confronted by a beast that lunged at her with its jaw. She hopped to the side, where she was challenged by a frightful swat; she wearily dodged the attack, with only ample aid of her fluttering wings. If the monster had eyes, it would have surely seen the fire in her own as she carefully spun around and kicked it in its featureless head. It toppled backward and she fluttered her wings again to soften her fall, then she spun right back around to Sweetie’s aid.
David started after her, seeing another beast dangerously close. He raced toward it while rearing into an attack once more, where he met Scootaloo’s exhausted glance as he crossed her path. He struck the beast and suspected its peril based on the whine it gave. He snarled in its pain-stricken face, but it was then that another beast joined his partner from the guise of darkness, returning much more than growls. It was the newcomer he had stuck, proven by its movements as he twisted his weapon around, trying to dislodge it from its body and from his arm, also twisting painfully. It barked at him while the other monster opened its mouth wide and devoured David’s arm in that absolute darkness. David screamed and struggled until the other did the same, taking hold of his other arm by the hoof.
Sweetie was blindly circumventing the entire back alley, with many entities at her back, chasing her. She came to hoping that she kept most of their attention because she detected many more presences closing in from her left. Like Scootaloo, she was using her own ear-mounted device to light up her path. Also like Scootaloo, however, she was unfortunate enough to have exposed a hostile with it — it was right ahead, possibly fifteen feet. It was just like the rest, and she felt like she could use some of the loose features on the wall to aid in her leap above it.
She got closer and saw that the creature’s head was blank just as all the others were. Save for the one that wore Apple Bloom’s face, she leaned on the fact that this one was just as mindless as the rest, and so she lunged to grapple onto the nearest chest-high protrusion. It was risky, but she leaped onto and off of the rim of a trash bin; she continued her amateur parkour along the wall. She cautiously glanced at the monster again and was compelled to take note of its head: it was a contorted mess of features that tried so hard to be facial ones. But those elements soon constructed Apple Bloom’s face.
Sweetie tried to hurry away but immediately found herself glancing back again, where Apple Bloom’s innocent shrieks quivered from the beast and suddenly snatched her with a strange appendage. It tightly bound her body while it carried her across the alley, throwing her onto her belly soon after. It let out another screech and before she knew it, Sweetie was struggling to escape the amount of hungry, gaping, abyssal mouths that grouped around her. Her bones were weak from the rough slam to the ground, though. Among other things, it was a good thing her light was broken — she wasn’t terrified further by the faces of death, and just rather meet it.
All the way across the alley, Scootaloo was conjuring the same idea as Sweetie. Though she did not know the details of her dire straits, she didn’t really even have to wonder; the fear for their lives permeated her mere vapid thoughts. She started climbing up the wall with David’s assistance, allowing her time by bravely fighting them back. She looked down at him, and she started to fear for his life, too — there was so much more stallion underneath his colt-like demeanor. “Hey, be safe down there!” she called before she started reaching greater heights.
Each protrusion seemed more loose and fragile than the last. She soon broke the main outdoor aqueduct of the building after she pushed off of it, dipping her hoof into the water before it plummeted to the ground. The broken pipe fragmented into five pointy shards, where two of the five sunk into the heads of two respective victims, who ran off into the distance. David took care to avoid the rest while the monsters started swarming him. He started after Scootaloo, climbing cautiously. The beasts groaned, some carefully watching them, others clawing at the wall. And all while, water recklessly poured down onto both David and their enemies.
“God, I hope they don’t..!” David shrieked to the side, planting himself to the wall as best as his wet hooves could. He held onto the sturdiest pipes Scootaloo climbed on just seconds ago, then he leaned back bravely. He looked up, meeting her desperate gaze with his own, then he pushed himself off the wall, leaping into the darkness. Scootaloo didn’t stop to stare as she just resumed climbing, keeping a curious ear out for him. “Surely you’re not trying to run now...”
Further steps came to tread unsuccessfully, however, as her rear hoof broke her very next step. She clutched onto the object she was hoping to bring her legs upon, but it didn’t feel like anything she could immediately recall. It was fairly thick and featured two embossed circumcisions that unfortunately didn’t compensate for fate. “Come on!” she shouted. Come on, come ooon!” Her entire lower body felt around the wall, searching for something she could propel herself off of.
She was down to one hoof rapidly sliding down the peg in the wall, She quickly looked down and saw no concrete, but only more monsters that awaited her all so eagerly. Her hoof finally slipped and her vision started to plummet toward them. She snapped her head back and feebly screamed out to no one — not a soul could help her. Scootaloo shut her eyes...but then her skeleton rocketed to all sides all at once, forcing a copious amount of air to exit her lungs. She was alive, but there was a massive pain, and a minor little pleasure, in her rump as water ran down her body. “Wh-aat..?”
The source of the two led her to believe that she was somehow hanging from her tail, as she...explicitly knew these feelings, for the sake of explanation. She tried reaching up with her hooves but could hardly complete the motions, so she closed her legs and felt the same kind of object as before, between her hooves. It was thick and felt a little slimy — oh, the innuendos she could make right now, with all this... She focused through her haze and did her best to look around the area, but her head quickly filled with blood and she started feeling more disoriented with every second that passed by. He ears picked up silence slowly closing in, but she still couldn’t see a thing, and this scared her all over again.
“Apple Bloom?” She started passing out before she could hear any voice beside the silence. “Don’t...go away..!” She shook herself awake time and time again, waiting to lay her eyes on anything, as the darkness felt so suffocating. But though her eyes saw nothing, her ears heard deep growls approaching, quickly growing louder.
“Hey...” she whimpered, the creature closing in. “Hey..! Hey!!” She riled herself up once again to offset her heavy head and was ready to fight merely with her arms. She soon felt each of its hungry breaths from her one and only for now... She soon saw Apple Bloom’s face, but she knew it was the nightmare, the ruse she was forced to combat... She was ready to seriously maim...
“Apple Bloom...” She choked.
“You...ass!”
The sound of a weak scream suddenly came to her aid, giving hope for a distraction. The monster’s head snapped back to look for the source, and Scootaloo searched for it all the same. They were both successful in seeing a small source of light race toward them, rapidly swinging to the left and right. The monster barked at the approaching sight which then steadied itself — it was terribly bright and aimed at the two of them. Scootaloo caught the briefest sight of the belly of the literal beast before slamming her eyes shut.
The stomach-churning sounds of evisceration were heard, in so much more detail as it was happening right in front of her. The low, painful moans the monster made lured her to take sight once more, however. She thought she was going to die next, but she was instead greeted by blood-glazed hooves dropping into her view. She was forced to squint her eyes and looked to the monster’s body through the bright light that was still present.
She lifted her head left and saw David, the brave stallion who had impaled it with some kind of weapon. Its body was bulky, but it slimmed down near the tip into something with a sharp point. He struggled to toss the slow, likewise struggling body into the darkness. She continued to look him over, whereas he felt a little embarrassed and looked right back at her.
“Heh, you done?”
“David?” She slurred. She offset her feelings of nausea with all she had seen, but with the only stress left being to catch her breath, it all came rushing back to her. She happened one more glance at his face, where he looked back at her just for a few seconds before he shook his head. She soon found herself doing the same, though she couldn’t fight nearly as well as him.
“Yeah...” she slurred. “I’m done.” Then before she knew it, she was out like a light. That’s when David looked her over, chuckling to himself.
“What am I going to do with you?” he whispered to himself. He turned off his own weapon-mounted light and got to work, pulling the pin in her tail.