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// Bad End 
// Story: My Little Wendigo: Mutilation is Fun 
// by Gothic_Novel 
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	The effect on the wendigos was immediate. The survivors stood in stunned silence as the demons before them howled in anguish, bones shifting visibly beneath their skin.

A fiendish metamorphosis overtook the creatures, birthing something that should only exist in a child's nightmare. Curved, sharp horns burst from the flesh along their spines. Their already dead eyes blackened to the shade of their souls, and liquid onyx appeared from them in streaks down the hellspawns' faces, crocodile tears for their completed damnation. Their thickening saliva sizzled as it spattered the bare earth. Hooves reformed into grotesque talons. Mutated pegasi stretched their wings experimentally as blasphemous unicorn ghouls tested serrated horns on their own legs. Their fixed expressions shifted from maniacal glee to what almost seemed to be polite interest, as if somepony had pulled a number of strings to change their appearance. They beamed ominously at the frightened ponies. It was undeniable as to who had the upper hoof in light of the macabre abnormality.

Big Macintosh reeled back, thunderstruck by the mortifying oddity unfolding before his eyes. Derpy nudged him again, one eye looking up at him while the other stayed locked on the profane scourge. "...We have to fight them, don't we?"

Big Mac swallowed tensely. "...Eeyup."

Derpy flashed him a sad, knowing smile and approached her daughter. She whispered gently, which, for some reason, frightened the little filly more than if she would have panicked. "Here, little muffin." She scooped the young unicorn up with her forelegs and threw herself into the air, touching down in the leafy canopy of a nearby apple tree.

Dinky stared at her mother with round eyes. "Mom?" she asked. "What are you..."

Derpy pressed a hoof to the filly's lips and shook her head, tears spilling down her face that were almost unnoticeable in  the rain. She hugged her daughter tightly. "Stay safe, muffin. Mommy loves you." She set her down carefully and took off into the air to rejoin her friends.

The wendigos charged.
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Big Macintosh, being the farthest forward, was the first to come under attack. He swung wildly, the fire of hate and fearlessness of somepony with nothing left to lose pumping through his body with every raging beat of his broken heart. He spun quickly and lashed out with his powerful back legs, catching the offending monstrosity under the chin. It flew back with a stomach-churning crunch as its lower jaw was driven backward and upward, its own teeth puncturing its brain as they were forced through the skull. The beast flopped to the ground, lifeless long before the impact.

To her credit, Fluttershy fought like a mare possessed. As the swarms from every depth of Hell descended upon our heroes, all ears rang with the aftermath of her incendiary wrath. Blood and bits of flesh were launched through the air in blinding explosions of noise and soil. It almost seemed as if vengeance itself had become a sentient force and invaded the mind and body of the timid pegasus mare. Her eyes grew cloudy as she became little more than a mindless automaton, bringing down the wrath of a god to protect her new family. Had she been given time to reflect on the situation, Fluttershy would have been mortified to find that she had almost begun to enjoy the carnage. Her blood was filled with enough adrenaline to burst the heart of an average pony of her small size. Given the opportunity to think, she would find herself, despite her reason for fighting, intensely excited. She was openly laughing with glee and, surprisingly, more than a little aroused.

Sadly, the once meek pegasus pony would never have the time to contemplate her new, immoral ecstasy. One of the more clever pegasus ghouls stretched its newly recovered wings and took to the skies. Soaring in from behind her, it managed to sink its vile teeth into her right flank, exposing the angry red flesh beneath as it bit off her cutie mark. Fluttershy thus distracted by the nerve-rending pain, the rest of the wendigos rushed in to join the feeding frenzy. Grinning coldly, in one final act of defiance, Fluttershy pressed her lighter directly to the stick of dynamite clenched in her teeth. The beautiful young mare who had lived in an eternal whisper went out with a roar.

Already locked in conflict, the others were driven to a blind, undying rage by the loss of their friend. Derpy Hooves, who had been deafened permanently by the blasts, was the next to fall. While she was already engaged in an admittedly somewhat amusing hooffight with a mutated earth pony, she was charged from the side by a particularly monstrous unicorn. Stepping back, by sheer chance, the mailmare managed to trip her new attacker, sending it flying. As its serrated horn passed her face, Derpy let out a shrill scream of agony and shock. With a spray of scarlet blood and ocular fluid, the tip of the beast's horn had torn into one of the beloved mailmare's famous eyes, rendering it useless. As she shrieked and grabbed for the ruined globe with her hooves, Derpy's wings sprang open, knocking aside a pair of wendigos that had approached her.

For the next few minutes, Derpy scrabbled at her face with her hooves and staggered around nd on her back legs, battering the demons attacking her alternatively with her wings and plot in a comical dance with Death. Once, she fell on one of her attackers, who yelped as its skull was crushed by the full weight of the falling pegasus pony. Truly, the entire display would be funny if it weren't so sad. Finally, the farcical waltz came to an end as Derpy herself tripped. Determined that the threat not be allowed to stand again, the panicked wendigos pounced on their quarry. In a tangle of teeth and claws that dyed the field crimson before washing away in the downpour, the beloved mailmare's life was wrenched from her body.

His comrades fallen, Big Macintosh fought with the fury of a berserker. Bones snapped and skulls crumbled beneath his powerful hooves. His work-strengthened legs staved in the rib cage of his latest victim, launching it across the orchard and into a small pack emerging from the trees. Big Mac was surrounded, and wendigos from the surrounding area and even as far as the edge of Ponyville were rushing into the derelict apple farm, summoned by the din of intense combat. A cloud of hungering thorns condensed around him, riddling his body with shallow cuts.

Minutes dragged into years as Big Macintosh battled wave upon wave of demented offenders. But for every demon slain, there was a throng of fresh challengers, eager for a mouthful of Apple. They snapped and stabbed at his sides, opening progressively deeper wounds as the red stallion tired, dyeing his coat a deeper shade than usual. One lucky imp, only a filly when she had turned, bit in deep just above the hoof on one of his back legs, severing the tendon. His leg thus rendered useless, the hard working earth pony crashed heavily to his knees. As the ravenous masses swarmed over him, the last thing he heard was the shrill, terror-filled screaming of little Dinky Hooves. The last thing he saw was Granny Smith at his throat.

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Hey, everypony! Author here. This is the bad ending to the Ponyville Arc, as I'm sure you know if you read it already. I'd just like to thank you all for your support, and I hope you liked the story! See you next arc?   -K