Beautiful Beginnings
To Rarity—
Darling, delightful, deceased.
Being dead is an odd experience.
Rarity wasn’t sure of how it happened. She wasn’t very sure of anything, anymore. Everything was dark and cold inside the cramped coffin in which they had buried her. It was highly musty to boot, and in general was just a disaster.
So, when the top of the coffin collapsed in on Rarity, it would have been a welcome relief had it not been at the expense of many pounds of dirt falling onto top of her. For the next hour or so, she excruciatingly clawed her way to the surface, only taking the occasional pauses for air, before remembering she was dead and in no need of air.
After much forcing up through the three feet of dirt which had kept her under the earth, she broke to the surface. All along her matted and filthy coat, she could feel the cool night air brush over her.
“I’m absolutely filthy!” she cried out, despondent. Then, the hunger kicked in.
As a said effect from whatever rose her from the dead, Rarity was overcome with an insatiable hunger. She needed to feed on something she did not normally feed on; flesh. Didn’t matter what, although she had a craving for the species she had once been, back when she was alive.
Her former thoughts and gripes of being dirty began to fade from her mind, replaced by the urge to hunt and kill things that would scream for mercy as she ineffectively used her herbivores' teeth to rip chunks of flesh and meat from them.
She tried to move, but unfortunately for her, being dead tends to kill parts of your brain that you need to function correctly. One of her front legs twisted sideways, and she fell onto the wet, earthy ground beneath her.
Moaning in the way zombies usually do, but in a more lady-like fashion than one would expect from a corpse, Rarity straightened herself up. Her legs wobbled as she tried her best to stand up. Succeeding in this, she began to walk.
She put on hoof in front of the other, her recently deceased body still holding together rather well. She took another step, and was soon on her way down the hill.
Rarity couldn’t see in the traditional sense. Eyes are generally one of the first things that go when you die, so her eyes were rotted away, most likely eaten by small bugs or other spineless organisms. However, there was still a way for her to tell where she was, and where she should go.
Rarity’s hearing still worked just fine, her eardrums still intact, and her ratty ears not yet munched away. Her muzzle was also in fine shape, and her sense of smell was actually heightened by whatever had allowed her to walk the realm of the living once more. In addition, she could ‘sense’ where living things were in the same way when you close your eyes you can see light through your eyelids. Using a combination of these senses, Rarity cobbled together a working system of navigation.
Ambling down the hill, Rarity came to rest against a wall. Making a small grunt, a weird spike of information shot through her brain. It was the feel of fabric, and an excited shout, somewhat like a giggle. She dismissed this, and continued to search for food.
She didn’t have far to go. She heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like hooves over cobblestone. Sniffing the air, she smelt the unmistakable smell of not-dead pony. Sure, it was a dirty, urine-caked smell, but it was alive at any rate.
She trotted in the direction of the smell, certain a meal was hers. Unfortunately, she walked directly into a low wall, spilling over it. Rarity tumbled on the ground, rolling around and thrashing in confusion as she did this.
Her prey noticed this, and took off. Rarity shambled to her hooves, and growled, taking after the pony. Having the same trouble she had with running as she did walking, Rarity ambled in a sort of awkward, confused gate as she followed the sound of retreating hoofbeats and the smell of fear.
Unfortunately, by the time she reached it, somepony else had beaten her to it. The life force was ebbing away, and Rarity was going to go hungry. Unless...
She could smell the one who was feasting on her meal. It was another zombie, the stench of death was stronger from him than it was from the still dying pony that had been killed by whoever the zombie was.
Rarity had a brief flash of charging down a deadly beast, and she decided that she would have to do the same to this offender. “Ruffian!” she growled, gaining another spike of information about the life she lived while alive.
Rarity collided with the zombie, who was in the middle of tearing a huge chunk from the now perished pony on the ground, and sent him toppling. She stood over him, smashing a hoof to his chest, where there was the crack of bones. The zombie pony made a noise that sounded like a very disturbing hybrid between a pained shriek and a growl of hunger.
Rarity turned back to her prize, and inhaled the smell of blood. It was a nice smell, one that whetted her appetite. Leaning down, she daintily took a bite of the exposed muscles and organs, chewing throughly before swallowing. she licked her lips, enjoying the taste of blood, the hunger satisfied slightly. However, the main prize was yet to be enjoyed.
Rarity opened her mouth as far as it would go, and bit into the skull. She clamped her teeth down, closing her jaw as hard as she could, until she was satisfied with the crack of the bone. Ripping away this chunk, she enjoyed snacking on the brain.
The brain was marvelous. It was moist, gelatinous. The texture accented the taste, which was beyond words. Somewhat like raw meat, but so much more mucus and slime than a regular piece of raw meat. Not that she had known what raw meat had tasted like until a few moments ago when she had tasted her first pony to get rid of the hungering.
As she munched on the brain, the hunger that clouded her mind retracted, allowing for thought to form once more. There weren’t the flashes of thought that had occurred earlier, spikes of brain activity, brief moments and clips of a time long gone— these were coherent, non-hunger driven thoughts.
“Oh, I’m such a mess!” she said, the words coming out in a horrible rasping noise that was so different from her voice. Rarity didn’t know that, however.
Now pondering her thoughts past, she tried to remember anything from before she died. One thing struck out to her amongst the rest.
Generosity.
She looked down at the zombie she had struck down, seeing a very faint glow of life inside it. She guessed that all zombies had a bit of life, in order to walk around. The word generosity swum around her head. Elements... something about elements... she was an element?
Clearing her throat, she pushed the corpse to the other zombie. The zombie moved over and began to eat on the body. Rarity sighed, and continued to eat her own portion, not regretting her choice to share. She was the Element of Generosity, after all.
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the hell did i just read? Well. I certainly like it at least.
Dose teeth. Hooked by the coverart. Write more or get a kidney stolen.
R-Rarity's a s-s-s-skeleton?!
Moral of the story: Sharing is caring.
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2914458 I am laughing at this far more than I should be.
Well. That was certainly a trip.
Spooky as fuck too.
Nicely done.
~Skeeter The Lurker
I find this thoroughly erotic. I wanna see RD becoming a zombie, eating her friends then guarding the half eaten corpses. Losing her mind and devouring more of them each night before regaining her senses and attacking residents of Ponyville for hurting her friends, until there's eventually an organized hunt on her. Wouldn't that be fun to write? You should write it.
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Louis C.K.
Very nice beginning. Well, I can't wait to see where this goes!
I like it!
Wondering.... Can she find Blueblood and eat him? I love the thought of it is why....
Awesome intro. Would love to see more.
2915014 Oh baby you're gonna get more
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Good
I too wish to see this continued. I must make a note, however. Equines are omnivores, not herbivores, apparently (I just learned this a few days ago), and their front teeth are incisors, so they can actually slice flesh.
The more you know, I guess.
2915090 oh, that will help Rarity immensely!
liked and faved. good show old boy i very much enjoy zombarity.
looking forward to more. and i beg of thee,dear author,horrify me.
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I swear to Celestia Regidar....
If I don't get more, soon, I'll amputate your penis and force you to deepthroat a cactus.
Cover art is 8Sp00ky9me
cnt reed sp00ks mit get meh
Spike would still bang her.
FUCKING GROSS DUDE
Still hit that, Spike would.
2915836 it's a fact of life. life is gross. get ogre it.
Just after seeing the cover art, I was already too scared to go to sleep. But I'll admit, it looks somewhat intriguing. I'll add it to my read later list and maybe get to it soon.
Gimme more, Regi! I gotta have more!
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who was in the middle of tear a huge chunk
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
to get ride of the hungering.
HNNNNNGGG!
Of course you would write something like this... Regidar.
2924389 Well yes, I write what I want, when I want.
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Like... No shit?
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like... everybody has to use the restroom sometime.
2924408 Apparently.
Regidar, you so crazy.
2930764 I know, I was just really curious as to how many down votes I could manage. My personal record is 87.
2915090 Check this
Well, I read this a few days ago, but i feel like i should support it more with a Comment!
Normally i have a distaste for Darkfics, but.. I have a good feeling about this one, as it's from Rarity's perspective, and she seem's to be regaining her Mind, tho through a... not very sociable means.