Chapter 1 - Genepool Wrap-Up
The sweet smell of oven-cindered corpses loomed in the air as guards clad in gray steel armor gleefully prodded a sizable mob of the sick, the weakly, the mentally and physically handicapped, and the politically subversive of Equestria into a rectangular brown brick building at the points of cattle prods. A pile of clothing striped with black and white stood nearby; every pony below was completely nude save for the guards.
Rarity peered down at them with a pointed grin from behind a window in the guard tower above, on which the swastika banner of the Equestrian Reich hung down from a safety rail built around its outer walkway. She cackled, then drew her eyes downward to admire her wardrobe. She was dressed sharply in a soft-cured black leather overcoat draped over her professionally tailored military dress uniform. The cap on her head was embroidered with a skull-and-crossbones under an eagle, whose wings were splayed and whose talons clutched the sun which held the swastika in the middle. The patches on her collar – the one to her right displaying dual lightning bolts, and the one to her left displaying four diamonds next to a pair of horizontal parallel lines – displayed her rank, a thing in which she took considerable pride. Just as she was finished, she heard hoofsteps to the right followed by speech.
“Obersturmbannführer!”
Rarity looked to her right. There, she saw Applejack, who greeted her by hitting her right forehoof across her chest and extending it outward, in the Equestrian salute. Her uniform was similar to Rarity's, the only notable difference being three diamonds on her left collar instead of four.
Rarity smiled at Applejack. “Report, Hauptsturmführer.”
“Ah've just received word that we're gettin' another shipment of degenerates. On the orders of the Reichsführer-SS, herself.”
Rarity chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, that Twilight. Cold, calculating, brutally efficient as always. The Special Service is really lucky to have her.” She chuckled again, then sighed. “Did they try telling her we're running out of room in the barracks?”
“Ah'm afraid so, ma'am. She simply replied that y'all need to do a better job o' clearin' the place out.”
Rarity paused for a second to listen to the anguished screams coming from the gray brick building below. She and Applejack drew their gazes there with smiles stretched across their faces. The guards standing atop the roof bore sadistic grins as they poured canisters of cyanide pellets down several built-in chimneys. Rarity and Applejack shared a glance as the screams gradually shunk down to a few scant whimpers. The dying soon became too silent to hear from all the way up on the guard tower. Rarity felt a burst of joy in her chest, and a burst of pleasure in her loins. 'I'll never grow bored of hearing that,' she thought to herself.
Rarity looked back to Applejack. “That shouldn't be a problem. As long as Fluttershy continues with her experiments, Rainbow Dash keeps the prisoners busy enough with work, and Pinkie Pie keeps the ovens nice and warm, I think we should be more than capable of handling increased batches.” She sighed; her smile went flat. “But we don't have enough bales of hay for them to sleep on. They're already so crowded that they can't turn about without rubbing up against each other. Oh, what is a mare of prime stock and rank to do? Tsk.”
Applejack chuckled. “There ain't no reason why y'all can't just make 'em sleep on the snow.”
Rarity's face perked up. “Ah! You're right! Thank you so much, darling. You just know I'd have been driven to madness by now were it not for you.” She puckered her lips, then placed a sultry kiss on Applejack's lips.
Applejack blushed and slunk down demurely. “Aw shucks, Rare-bear.”
Rarity looked back down to the building. The corpses were carted out from the rear exit on wheelbarrows drawn by prisoners whose striped black-and-white uniforms hung loosely over their frail, bony figures. Armed guards watched them intently, making sure they didn't make any unauthorized moves. The sight made Rarity sigh with contentment.
Rarity looked over to Applejack. “Get closer, Hauptsturmführer.”
Applejack nodded, then side-stepped up close to Rarity, so close that their overcoats rubbed up against each other and they could smell each others' minty breath. Rarity wrapped a foreleg around Applejack's back, then pulled her into a warm and loving embrace. With a smile, Applejack rubbed her cheek against Rarity's. The Obersturmbannführer let the rush of affection fill her with joy as she watched a nearby filly prisoner get pummeled into the dirt by hooves from guards who encircled her and laughed at her suffering.
Rarity sighed. “You know, that little kerfuffle down there reminds me. Fluttershy had a rather special gift commissioned for me. It's something I've always wanted my whole life, yet could never have before the Führer graced us with his leadership.” She giggled, then let out a delighted coo. Then, after a long and silent pause, she began to sing. “In the garden blooms a flower in the trees. And she's called, Applejack. For her hundred thousand little honey bees, she was named, Applejack. In her heart there lay so many treats; pleasant fragrance from her smells of sweets. In the garden blooms a flower in the trees. And she's called, Applejack…”
“Hauptsturmführer Fluttershy!” Obersturmführer Lyra Heartstrings saluted Fluttershy as she strode down the dim hallway with calm and relaxed tread. Along the walls were holding cells barely large enough to house the prisoners within, two behind every iron bar door.
Fluttershy gave Lyra a smile as sugary as could be. “Oh. Hello there, Lyra. Did you apprehend the prisoner whom I requested?”
Lyra nodded. “Yes, ma'am! She is housed in Cell Block D, Cell Number Twenty-Two.”
“Hm. Good. The guards… they didn't hurt her at all, did they?”
“Not that I know of, ma'am.”
“That's good. I wouldn't want the Obersturmbannführer's present damaged. She's my friend, you know. Even since before the Führer. It would just kill me to see her disappointed.”
Lyra nodded. “Alright. I'll have one of my squads show you the way.”
“Thank you so much, Lyra. I just love having good ponies like you around. Running this place would be a nightmare without you.”
Lyra giggled, then saluted Fluttershy, who then reciprocated the gesture. Fluttershy watched Lyra turn and walk away for a moment before hearing a rattling from the iron bar door to her left. Fluttershy grew her gaze to the door, letting her smile fall flat at the sight of an elderly stallion who looked up at her with pleading eyes. He had bandaged, bleeding stubs for forelegs.
“Ma'am,” he rasped. “I'm so thirsty. I haven't had a drink in two days. Please get me water. Please.”
Fluttershy leaned her head just the slightest bit closer to the prisoner and gave him a concerned look. “Aww. You poor little thing. Don't worry. I'll have one of the guards get you a bottle of milk. I'll even have her put some honey in there for you.”
The prisoner struggled to raise a faint smile. “Thank you, Fluttershy. You're so much nicer than the others say you are.”
Fluttershy turned away, then resumed her trek along the hall. After a small distance, Fluttershy chuckled with a malevolent smirk. “Not a day in your life,” she muttered to herself.
A piercing shriek hit Fluttershy when she entered the experimentation chamber. Fluttershy looked to the direction of the screaming. There was a prisoner, a pegasus mare, strapped to a chair by leather straps, her violently convulsing in her seat and struggling to breathe through her oxygen tube, and her bloodshot eyes staring at Fluttershy, pleading for mercy. She was encased within an acrylic glass booth which held her in an airtight seal which could only be loosened from the outside. Just outside the booth, SS-Rottenführer Bubblegum took notes with clipboard and pencil in magical grip, and with a song humming from her mouth.
The Rottenführer whipped her gaze to Fluttershy with a grin. “Oh! Hauptsturmführer! Do you wanna see my notes? I've made some really interesting observations.”
Fluttershy let on a sheepish smirk. “Oh. Okay, sure. I'd love to hear your observations, Miss Bubblegum.”
Bubblegum giggled. “It's amazing how well some ponies can do in extreme low-pressure environments. Especially pegasi. Right now, this chamber's atmospheric pressure is at about zero-point-one PSI. That's almost zero! That's almost the same as in outer space! Isn't that amazing, Hauptsturmführer!?” She held the clipboard up to Fluttershy.
Fluttershy read through the Bubblegum's notes with utmost care and intent. Once finished, she looked back up to the SS mare with her face perked up with excitement. “Wow. That is amazing. The Führer will love it, I know. The R&D department's always bragging about that moon colony of theirs. I'm just glad we can contribute.”
“Permission to submit this into the files, Hauptsturmführer?”
Fluttershy nodded. “Of course.”
Bubblegum giggled. “Thank you, Hauptsturmführer. I just love working for you. This is my dream job!”
“Oh, it's nothing. Really. I love having you work for me just as much as you do.”
Bubblegum flung an ecstatic Equestrian salute at her Hauptsturmführer. Fluttershy reciprocated the gesture, then turned away to continue her way to the steel door on the other side of the room. As she walked across the room with soft and graceful strides, she looked around at all her experiments. On one table, a prisoner was being dissected by a couple SS unicorns in white rubber coats and surgical masks; a special gas was fed to her through a breathing tube, so that her muscles would be entirely paralyzed, yet she could still feel every bit of pain that the surgeons' tools could give. On another table, a stallion laid bound on his back with a syringe stuck in both his testicles as an SS mare injected a bubbly gray liquid deep into them. Once Fluttershy was close enough to the door to press the red button on the wall which would open it, she took happy note of the prisoner in the glass chamber, who had fallen dead with her flesh and hide blackened with cold. 'Hypothermia,' Fluttershy thought to herself. 'Who says cold doesn't burn?'
The door slammed behind her once she'd entered the room. It was a room of pure white, with a constant buzz emanating from the ceiling and neither décor nor paint to break the monotony, save for a filly who hung upside-down from metal chains hooked to leather straps that held her hind legs up towards the ceiling. Her forelegs were left dangling, pointed down to the floor. Fluttershy grinned and bubbled with sadistic mirth as she walked up close to the filly, taking note of the downward-pointing black triangle patch sewn on the flanks of her prisoner's uniform, with patches of her serial number sewn above them. It was Sweetie Belle. Her serial number was 14910901.
“Well, hello there,” Fluttershy said. “I didn't expect to see you here. In the camp, I mean.” Fluttershy sighed, shaking her head. “Tsk. It's tragic, really. You come from such an excellent bloodline. Your sister runs this place, you know. You could've been well on your way to becoming Obersturmbannführer, yourself, were you not afflicted with mental illness.”
Sweetie Belle let out a shrill, panicked scream. “I didn't choose to be this way! Please! P-please make Rarity set me free, please! I'll do whatever you want.”
Fluttershy chuckled. “Aww. There, there, little girl. I understand that you didn't choose to be the way you are, just like the Griffins didn't choose to be Griffins, and the Diamond Dogs didn't choose to be Diamond Dogs. Yet, they are still a blight on our nation by their very natures, and must be eradicated all the same.” She put her foreleg around Sweetie Belle and hugged her as tightly as the leather straps would allow. “I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle. If there were a cure for your affliction, then I would've given it to you. But alas, there is not.” She removed her hold on Sweetie Belle, then looked over to the door to issue the command, “Obersturmführer Bon-Bon. Get a squad of surgeons over here. ASAP.”
In short order, the steel door swung open behind Fluttershy, who looked at Sweetie Belle with a malevolent smirk as eight SS unicorn surgeons rushed in with their Scharführer at their head.
The Scharführer saluted Fluttershy with a stern expression on her face. “Scharführer Lemon Hearts, reporting and standing by for orders, Hauptsturmführer.”
Fluttershy looked casually to Lemon Hearts. “Ah. Good. I would like you to skin her, please.”
Sweetie Belle screamed. “No! No!”
Fluttershy put a hoof on the top of Sweetie Belle's flank, ignoring her cries. “I'd like you to keep her pelt intact. Especially her cutie marks. Obersturmführer Bon-Bon has the name of a really wonderful tanner and leather-worker in her address book. Once you've liberated the degenerate's hide, bring it to her. She'll handle it from there. Is that understood, Scharführer?”
Lemon Heart nodded vigorously. “Yes, ma'am!”
Sweetie Belle squealed in a fit of sobbing. “Why? What do you want with my cutie marks?”
Fluttershy walked around Sweetie Belle, stopping behind her, then glancing over at the surgeons who slipped their skinning knives out from their coat pockets with their magical grips, then dipping her head down to Sweetie Belle's ear so she could whisper, “We're making wallets out of them.”
Sweetie Belle whimpered. “Rarity would never have this done to me.”
With a devilish smirk on her face, Fluttershy picked her head back up, then chuckled as she made several rearward paces away from Sweetie Belle. “You silly little filly. It's her birthday soon. Who do you think asked for this?”
“I don't know, I don't know!”
Fluttershy sighed. “You come from such a wonderful bloodline. I have no clue how you got to be this way. Perhaps I'll do an autopsy on your brain personally to find out.” She looked to the Scharführer. “Get it over with, please. If you wouldn't mind. I'd like to be back in time for tea and lunch.”
The Scharführer nodded. Then, four of her squadmates formed a semicircle in front of Sweetie Belle, each one holding his knife horizontally at the lowest tendons of each leg.
In unison, they made their cuts into Sweetie Belle, who screamed as blood ran down each of the blades and dripped down onto the shiny white floor. Their cuts circumscribed just above their hooves. The blades split the skin; severed the tendons; sliced open the arteries. Drips turned to streams. Sweetie Belle screamed in terror, then shut her eyes so as to not see the crimson puddle that formed on the ground before her very eyes.
Once the four cuts were complete, all but one of the blades were drawn away. The remaining one cut into her inner right leg, then pulled slowly downward down her inner thigh, letting the blood spill down her belly and onto her face. It stopped just above her genitals, then started its ascent up her inner left hind leg. Sweetie Belle's anguished wails made Fluttershy smile as the knife finished its upward slice up to the circular gash around that leg. As a last gesture, the blade stuck itself just to the side of Sweetie Belle's groin, then made a round circumscription around her snatch and anus. Fluttershy grinned in anticipation for what was to come next.
Lemon Hearts held the skin of both hind legs with magical grip, then tugged it downward, the sound of the hide being ripped from the flesh a background noise for Sweetie Belle's anguished squeals. The Scharführer , along with her entire squad, grinned as the muscle fibers on Sweetie Belle's legs were exposed underneath torrents of blood, and the underside of the skin showed itself, pink with a coating of crimson. Another tug exposed the lower abdominals and back muscles, and Sweetie Belle let out another cry of pain. It made Fluttershy giddy with orgasmic jubilation, seeing her friend's sister experience torment in unimaginable magnitude on her orders. One more yank on Sweetie Belle's hide revealed the muscles of the chest and withers, and goaded Sweetie Belle into another pained scream. The last pull was the longest, as the Scharführer took backward strides and pulled the hide off Sweetie Belle's neck, forelegs, and face. At the circular cuts just above the hooves of the forelegs, the hide separated from its host entirely, leaving the skinless filly bleeding so profusely and suffering so greatly that she could no longer even muster the energy to scream. She took shaky breaths through her mouth, which she could not close, as her lips were gone with the rest of her hide. Spittle mixed with blood and exposed muscle as it oozed out from her teeth and tongue. The only skin left was on her genitalia, which the Scharführer sliced off in a sawing motion with her skinning knife, then threw carelessly to the side.
The Scharführer cackled, then turned the inside-out hide back to its proper position, then held it in front of Sweetie Belle so she could see it for herself, careful not to let it be stained with blood. Sweetie Belle let out a defeated sigh, then began sobbing. Fluttershy giggled with glee, then walked towards the steel door, urging Lemon Hearts and her squad to follow her. The Scharführer pressed the button to the side with her magic, then followed Fluttershy out the room.
Fluttershy glanced at the stallion with the syringes in his testicles, and chuckled. 'I love my job,' she thought to herself.